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uchiha-7thsingularity · 6 months

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Hope (Part 1)

Anger can be overwhelming and easy to hold on to. Although repairing a broken heart can be difficult unless you willing to find all the pieces. The aftermath of Felix x MC argument and make up.

Felix Iskander Escellun

Felix feels defeated for a whole month. That's right. They two took a break for a whole month without sharing a word or syllable to each other.

They'd pass him by without a glance. Not a sneer or rolling their eyes at his voice. Just plain silence.

What a hellish punishment.

MC on the other hand was miserable. Yes, they are to take fault for walking away without saying what they wanted to say but at this point what else could they say.

Their mind was ablaze with guilt, sorrow, and shame.

This was torture. An infinite purgatory of constant denial.

(Poor Anisa, Sage, Florian, Scylla, Saaros, and Tulsi. Not a clue on how to help their friends. Afraid to be caught in the middle. Silent in the bar or in the office. Can't even get a freakin cup since Felix and MC are in the kitchen while awkwardly trying not to bump shoulders or make eye contact. But they do end up holding eye contact and tensions are high that it leaves them both to walk away with no snack and just tears.)

At the end of the day Scylla gets sick of it that she drags Felix out into the garden lecturing his buffoonery.

'What's the matter?!' "Nothing." She crosses her tattooed arms. 'Could've fooled florian or anisa...not me.' "Please, like you care about my relationship. Every chance you get you flirt with them in front of me. Don't tell me you care. Now! Of all times!"

She hums.

'You.' "What?" She sighs. 'You, ya' dimwit. All they see is you. Not me. No other person like you. Because Mc is infatuated by you.'

He can't help but blush at that declaration. "It's not your business in the first place. You have no right...." At laugh escapes her, 'And you do...I mean what are you two doing fe. Cause I spent the last months trying to see if they where good enough for you...even with as much chaos and bullshit they went through to save you and stay by your side. It's understandable that they went into a spiral.'

He fixes his gaze past her with a pout. She hugs him without a second thought as well as his small grunt he lets out by surprise. He still doesn't push her away. "What am I suppose to do?" 'I do not know. But so help me Fe, if you let them go without a word or fight then you did it to yourself."

Late at night felix tosses in his covers with a huff and little to no plan in how to walk up to mc. Until the sunrise in which he makes haste to MC's bedroom with no regard for his sleep wear or the servants scurrying to aid him in his sudden morning walk. He arrives and knocks biting his lip.

His nerves are fully awake now. At the point when mc opens the door.

Their shocked to see their surprise guest or boyfriend in his night wear. Till he asks to come in with a nervous gaze. They nod and make room for him. 'Did you need something.' He pinches his nose. "Don't....do it do that MC." They cross their arms. " Do what? 'You know...No I-I absolutely did not want to come here to fight with you again. I came here to see if you wanted to discuss what we left unsaid."

Mc sits on the bed to rub their eyes. They heave a heavy sigh. 'Fine.'

"You walked away." 'I walked away.' "I can't speak for the both of us." 'I never once asked you too.'

He perks up, "I wanted to talk and you pushed me away. You are messy, delightful, charming, and marvelous in your own way. Yet, this...is not healthy. So, please tell me what's wrong.I don't want you to worry yourself to death."

'I worry! No matter the situation I can't help but worry!'

'You dead in my arms. Rime yelling at escell. You giving up and telling me to walk away.'

Tears start to spill with mc hugging their knees. Felix starts to rub their shoulders. "You've done enough. You are enough."

'I'm sorry I put you through hell.' "If you can fight a god off, simply a meltdown I can handle, my love."

Felix and MC snort and start to rant about their past few days. No one can say what else was said but nothings changed. Felix and MC are messy and imperfect in their own way.

Except, theirs always room for improvement.

#fictif #last legacy #felix escellun #last legacy felix #fictif last legacy #felix x mc

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yourlocaljackalope · 8 months

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Finished piece!! These cuties <3

"Okay, this is going to be the definitive Halo suit, no more changes." ←Biggest lie that I told to myself.

#artists on tumblr #digital art #digital painting #original character #last legacy #last legacy fictif #last legacy oc #is this fandom still alive #oc #felix iskandar escellun #felix last legacy #felix fictif #felix x mc #last legacy fanart #felix escellun #felix escellun fanart #oc x canon

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hanibalistic · 1 year

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#FFEF5E | LEE FELIX.

genre | fluff

word count | 909

warning | none

note | card collecting couple :) the same jisung from the love letter hyunjin fic i wrote (perhaps) / my sister gave me this scenario after i bought some cute pokemon cards, and i just had to.

felix thought you were a bit harsh when you left him a threat in his direct message, but more importantly, he has no idea why you even needed to threaten him with a 'scammer!!!' (with three exclamation marks specifically) label in the first place.

he gave you what you requested: a pack of cute pokémon cards, regardless of rarity, for your pikachu vmax rainbow card.

the way you leveled him across the table made him shiver. you looked angry, almost, but something about how your brows furrowed screamed disappointment and disbelief. he assumed all the passersby noticed the absolute destructive gaze you weighed onto his shoulders because whoever tried to take the empty seat next to him promptly scurried away.

you sat staring at him for a while, attempting to conjure something to say. the furrow in your brows was tight and heavy, not because you disliked the situation that brought you both together, but rather that you had no idea the lee felix you have been chatting with after being forcibly inserted into the campus card-trading group chat was attractive. soft features and warm clothes, fidgety hands and careful eyes, felix just looked like an honest, cute boy.

you felt somewhat embarrassed about everything—the absurd deal you made, the threat you shot him, and the demand you made asking him to bring his collection binder to school. if there was a first impression to be made, yours was already done for.

"here are some of the cards jisung gave me," you said as you knocked the stack of cards against the table to even them out before sliding them to the middle of the table. "sorry i couldn't meet up with you instead. i hope jisung kept pikachu safe in his–"

"textbook." felix finished the sentence for you with a pained smile. the card was not damaged, but thinking about the huge chances of it being so when it had been lying flat in one of jisung's thick textbooks made him cringe. "it's better than him putting it in his wallet, i reckon."

"trust me, it is," you muttered with a sneer.

jisung has been the messenger, the middleman, the post office worker for your card trading endeavors. very rarely would you meet up with a classmate to receive and give your cards—a product of your introverted personality and busy schedule. besides that, being the charmer he was, jisung has been able to sneak his way into people's collection binder and grab you a few extra cards on the way without fail. you never knew why he was allowed to do that, but as long as it benefited your collection, you didn't care.

you just wished he had better taste and care for these trading cards.

"did you not like them?" felix asked when he reached out to take the stack of cards back. he felt them in his hands—they felt new, still—and observed the pictures with a saddened frown on his face. he whispered as he flipped through the cards carefully, "i handpicked them, too."

"i did like some of them, but most of them were…" you pursed your lips together to shut yourself up. when he looked up at you, prompting you to continue with those bright eyes of his, you found it even harder to tell him off. "felix, i asked for cute cards. cards with cute illustrations."

he placed the cards on the table and scratched his head. "i know. i did give you most of the cute cards i have! i even parted with some of the ones i liked–" he, frantically even, reached for the stack and flipped through it before pulling one out, "look! this is one of my favorites!"

he gulped when you eyed the card in his hand with disinterest and back into his eyes, the previously generously glint fading with each second. you leaned against the back of the chair and crossed your arms, feeling a hurdle of mocking giggles trying to escape your lips. you swallowed them down seriously.

"you can keep that one," you said, and it nearly broke felix's good little heart.

"what's wrong with the card? it's so cute!" he argued.

"it's mr. mime."

"mr. mime is cute!"

you stared blankly at him, clearly in disagreement. but more importantly, you were occupied with a sudden awakening, a final realization, as you eyed the deck of cards in front of felix. your eyes met his animated expression—wide-eyed and mouth pouty in defense of a magical creature that would probably trap him in four invisible walls and throw him in the river as a funny prank.

you asked for enough cute pokémon cards worth of one rare pikachu card, and he had earnestly picked them out for you from his own collection. in no way was felix trying to scam you. he just genuinely thought the cards he picked out were cute. he just gave every pokémon a chance to be adorable regardless of their design. you couldn't find it in yourself to disagree with him.

"you're right," you said with a nod as you beckoned with your hands. "he is cute. give me the cards back, i'll take them."

you would separate a page in your collection binder of strictly cute pokémon cards, marked behind that page were not necessarily cards that fit the theme of your collection, but rather a collection of cards given to you by a very adorable boy called lee felix.

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samsloves · 8 months

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felix and ophelia, along with their kids cardamon and clarise 💚🩷

🩷 my mc uses they/them pronouns

💚 reblogs greatly appreciated

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teppei-kaneko-deserved-better · 1 year

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Not me only recently downloading fictif and falling in love with almost all the characters of Last Legacy only to discover that the story might never continue..........

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evanox · 2 years

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Astraean MC Falls Face First Into a Cafe on Earth (Felix-Centric)

A continuation of this request!! Sorry @gwenene @sweet-milky-tea705 for the delay!!

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"We're clooosed," Felix calls out, not bothering to look up from his book. Worst case scenario it's yet another customer stumbling their way in to make an order one minute before closing; best case scenario it's just the cafe ghost making a racket yet again. Felix swears this place is haunted but no one believes him.

She never told this to anyone, but Anisa has put so much thought into which tool in the bar is best fit to be a weapon, and now that a thief has come for her she can finally put that knowledge to use! Slowly she raises the porta-filter above her head and—oh my God, is your nose bleeding? The tool falls out of her hand and Anisa completely overlooks your fantastical get-up, far too focused on getting you an ice pack and some tissues after you've fallen face first into the floor.

You're from another realm called Astraea? Yeah sure Sage heard a few other crazy stories. This one might just take the cake since you're so committed to your bit.

Anisa is cautious but curious. Felix on the other hand is enchanted. That world you speak of sounds way too cool for him to care whether you've made it up or not. What's wrong with a writer committed to their bit if the world-building is on point?

All doubts vanish the moment you show off your magic. Only Sage remains slightly more skeptical—he's seen more impressive displays of sleight of hand; you're gonna have to do better. Freak him out by switching his ears for cat ears; now he's a believer.

Anisa has a million questions to ask and Felix brings his journal to take notes. When Anisa's done asking about the food and the knights and the royalty of Astraea, Felix starts grilling you about the magic system. How did you get your relic? How many other relic wielders are there? How do your abilities differ? What's magic school like? What are the chances he can cast magic too?

You're unsure if someone with neither relic nor magical heritage can cast magic, especially in a realm where these powers don't seem to exist. Perhaps you can get Felix started on sigils or potions until you figure out how to go back; surely, it can't be any more difficult than wielding these strange machines with which he concocted the delicious beverage he offered you.

Hell, you might not even be well-versed in magic yourself, but now you've got yourself an enthusiastic study partner—about time you opened these books your captain insisted you look into.

Anisa and Felix offer you a place to stay; Sage says he might have to check with his roommates before bringing someone in (wink wink) but otherwise you're still welcome.

Well, you've already promised Felix to teach him all about magic, so he becomes your earth tour guide until you figure out how to make your way back to Astraea.

Felix chalks it up to your fascination with a different realm more than anything, but he truly appreciates how intently you listen to his rambling about whatever. You're one of few people (if not the only one) to not react to his taxidermy hobby with repulsion or fear (you've probably seen far stranger things in Astraea).

For quite some time Felix has you up on this pedestal. You're a magical being from another realm and returning to your home is an inevitability. You, as far as Felix is concerned, are a star beyond his reach even when you're sitting in the same room together.

The longer you stay with him though, the more... normal you become. Not in a bad way of course, but you seem more human to him, therefore more approachable; perhaps he could even consider you a friend.

As soon as that mystifying veil drops, Felix feels like he's seeing you for the first time. He starts noticing the little quirks that make you you, and not just an Outlander from Another Realm: whether you're a morning bird or a night owl, how you like your breakfast, the sound of your laugh, your taste in fashion when he splurges on your new wardrobe, the little things you do when you're idle like humming to yourself or pacing around the house, etc.

He thought Anisa was a little silly for asking about knights and royalty when clearly, this mage from another realm had so much more valuable knowledge to offer! Now, however, Felix finds himself curious about the more trivial things in your world. Did you have ballrooms? Did you attend parties? Is there... any chance that you could dance with him?

It's an innocent question, really! It doesn't mean anything! But you're already pulling him up and towards you; it doesn't matter if neither of you is that good at dancing, what matters is that it's just the two of you right now, and you can dance like no one's watching because Stella has already fallen asleep on Felix's reading couch.

He's terribly stiff at first, caught off guard by your sudden proximity, but the longer you sway together the more he loosens up, throwing his head back and laughing freely when one of you stumbles over the other's feet. Then your footsteps fall into perfect tandem and you draw in closer and closer until you can feel his chest pressing against yours. There's a split second his eyes linger at your lips, which costs Felix his composure and sends him stumbling yet again.

A hopeless romantic like himself knows to find beauty both in the mundane and the strange but he truly believed that none of it was enough to impress you when your world has magic. Still, you regard all things new to you with a child-like wonder and he finds it very endearing, even if you're very subtle about it. Felix is quite the observant man when in love.

...In love? Felix's face glows a bright red the moment he realizes it. Hells, how does he always fall fast and hard?

You've even made him fall in love with making coffee, of all things. With your magic, you could easily enchant the cup and the ingredients to move of their own accord and fix your drink, yet you always choose to do it the long, boring way—something about the process, you'd always insist, and the effort that goes into it. (You just think the coffee machine is really neat, and wonder if Rivath has ever had something similar.)

Regardless of whether you feel the same way about him or not, Felix decides he wants to take you to all the wonderful places on Earth that he can afford if only to see the world through your eyes and fall in love with it all over again.

For now, though, you'll have to make do with the coffee shop and all the books there while Felix works; he feels bad about leaving you home alone without much to do. Tease him about how you don't mind spending an entire day with Stella, and there'll be just the slightest hint of jealousy to his pout.

If it's too early for anyone to have arrived, or if it's so late everyone has already gone home, Felix will show you how to operate the coffee machine since it fascinates you so much. You accidentally brush hands in the process and this man's soul ascends to heaven.

Finally, finally, he gets a potion/sigil to work and oh, the joy on his face makes all those sleepless nights so worth it. He takes you by the hand and shows off his work and you ask him to show you again, and again, and again, and he gladly obliges every time. Even Stella's interest is piqued when your excitement is so contagious it can be heard outside Felix's apartment.

The joy is short-lived though, as not too long after you announce you've finally figured out the way back to Astraea.

If you decide you want to stay longer on earth, he'll be so overcome with relief that he finds the confidence to finally confess to you. The moment you tell him you return his feelings, Felix feels like he could take on the world; he could travel abroad with you, find a new job, move to a better house, get married— Yes, yes, he wants to take it slow, but the man just can't help how his imagination runs wild when he's excited and in love.

If you're going back to Astraea, though, and you've got your portal ready, he'd feel very conflicted—he wants to tell you of his feelings so the what-ifs don't haunt him well after you leave, but at the same time, he wouldn't want to make the situation complicated or make you feel guilty for leaving.

So you'll have to take initiative this time: promise him that you'll come back to visit, and Felix will take your hands in his and promises to visit [distant place that drew your attention and you really wished you could see] together.

It occurs to him to ask whether he can follow you, but this whole time you've been teaching him to love his mundane life as it is; how could he let go so easily? Perhaps when you figure out a stable portal to go back and forth between realms, then, you can take him for a promised tour around Astraea.

Every day since your departure Felix has been tormented by his yearning. His coworkers had gotten used to the bored/sleepy expression he wore every day to work, but nowadays he looks like he's permanently lost in another world. Whenever something mildly entertaining happens, his eyes drift towards the beanbag you'd always sink into as you waited for his shift to end, and Felix wilts when he remembers you've already left.

And who would he share in his glee when he masters a new sigil?

Once in a while, when sleep won't grace his eyes, he'll play that melody to which you once danced the night away, and lets the sweet memory lull him to sleep. Sometimes he'll even pick up Stella and sway around with her, cooing at her like she's a fancy Victorian lady he's courting.

There's some solace to be found in writing letters. Felix knows he can't send them to you, but he likes to imagine how you'd react reading them, and what you might write him back. The letters are kept in a neat stack in a box he hides in his closet, and when you finally come back, he'll gift it to you so you can slowly unravel his heart and see all the ways he fell in love with you.

#felix iskandar escellun #last legacy #fictif #fictif last legacy #felix escellun #last legacy felix #fictif felix #felix escellun x reader #felix x mc #last legacy headcanons

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kedavravravra · 2 months

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Nighttime paparazzi shots

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #felix felicis #gryffindor #imelda reyes #imelda x mc #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #slytherin

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lynnlovesthestars · 4 months

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Amygdala

Pairing: Astarion x OC (lynn, changeling.)

AN: yes again, im queueing up all i wrote lately so i wont chicken out from posting it, my therapist will like this a lot.

Genre: fluff, angst, a bit of confort?

Warning: self-harming behaviour, blood, honestly don't ask me what this is cause it was called 'welp i hate myself' and it was a 4 am blurb, healing? idk yet

Taglist: @spacebarbarianweird @sessils

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His fangs grazed ever so slightly against Lynn’s supple neck, tracing his adam’s apple, the throbbing vein on his throat, the last spot where his fangs last bit, the smell of his blood and tangerines was driving him insane.

Lynn felt light already, and he blamed the feeling of Astarion’s cold skin burning against his, or maybe their legs intertwined so close, or the way Lynn pressed his lips to his neck with sloppy, breathy kisses that send his body in frenzy.

It was nothing more than holding each other and worshiping desperately every inch of their chest, they said.

Astarion would occasionally stop, giving Lynn time to regain his breath and stealing a moment to admire his blissed face.

There was nothing more breathtaking than his messy hair and his half closed eyes while Astarion’s blouse loosely draped his shoulder, barely staying place. A sight to keep forever.

Lynn could say the same about Astarion as his curls messily fell all over the place, his crimson eyes dilated and his mouth agape yet in a tender smile.

In those moments time stopped, the only sound was their labored breath and the quick shift of the blankets as Astarion would take the chance to lay on top of Lynn, resting his ear on the changeling’s chest to get lulled by his hearbeat.

They had yet to tell each other how deep they were in this, but in that moment words were not needed.

Astarion didn’t need any other proof as Lynn’s chest leaped everytime the vampire would turn to leave a fleeting kiss on his sternum.

He didn’t need words, or rings. All he truly needed was the warmth radiating to him, the changeling’s arms wrapped around his middle, his body shielding him from his fears.

At night when he couldn’t endure his rest, Lynn would skip his only to hold the elf.

When Astarion would get injured, Lynn would sit at his bedside, taking care of his wounds.

When Astarion felt helpless, Lynn was kneeling next to him, offering his arms and to pick up the pieces.

Lynn that promised he would be safe, did his very best to keep his promise.

Lynn who had freed him

Lynn who had healed him.

Lynn who struggled and hid it everytime.

Astarion hated just that small detail of his, the way he’d run away to hide when he was hurt.The way he’d help everyone, but when he needed help, he felt like he couldn’t ask for it.

Lynn that hurt himself rather than being seen.

And Astarion hated it.

He hated seeing him crouched in the dirt, sobbing and swearing while he had to hide behind a stupid tree.

But he never hated anything more than the sight of his dagger sinking right above his eyes, retracing an old ragged scar.

Astarion couldn’t bear to let him go on with it, to see the crimson of his blood flow down his cheek as Lynn didn’t make a sound. How often had he done this? How often had he traced that scar to ignore the pain.

Astarion didn’t waste any second from the moment he realized what was going on, he rushed to his side, taking the blade and dropping it away.

Lynn didn’t talk, didn’t look at him, didn’t do anything more than breathe and let himself fall to the side, lucky that Astarion caught him instead.

He didn’t deny, he didn’t agree, he just stared almost lifelessly in front of him as he was to tired.

Astarion didn’t know whether to scold him for being so dumb, or cry, or maybe remind him he was loved, he had someone to rely on, he didn’t have to hurt himself anymore to feel something, because Astarion would have made sure he felt always something.

Yet no word sounded appropriate.

Astarion just held him, gently tugging him in his lap, letting his head rest on his shoulder, not caring whether he would be covered in blood or not.

They just rested like that, Lynn’s fingers finally gripped on the elf’s shirt as it dawned on him- whether for the shame or for all those feeling hidden away.

And astarion just let him. He let him sob, he let him scream, he let him shiver in his arms as Astarion tried to shield him from everything, from everyone that could hurt him.

They don’t know how long they stayed away from camp, how long they had both cried, or how long they still needed, but as the sun rose and Lynn was still shaking, Astarion swore in front of the sunrise that he’d learn. He’d learn for himself, but mostly he’d learn for Lynn.

They didn’t return to camp until the following night, everyone tried to take a peak and understand what went on, but Astarion simply held him to his chest, hiding his face as he had asked, keeping him shielded just for a few more hours.

Astarion quickly dismissed Lynn’s clothes, the white blouse was probably unusable as the blood stain was dry and crusted, and then he tucked him under the warmth of the sheets.

Lynn that never asked for help, was allowing astarion to see him so broken, he was allowing him to mend his wound, he was allowing him to pick up the broken pieces, cause at last he couldn’t fight anymore.

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domaslut · 2 years

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Felix is so done with Mc’s shit.

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grapecaseschoices · 8 months

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Now we can SEE why Felix looked at this man and thought: I am going make this hottie SO flustered!! [Nat: You don't have to ... Felix: No, I'm gunna.]

Doesn't my baby look so fine and adorable? Thank you to @kirnetart for this beautiful piece of my srs nerd [also psst, if you haven't commissioned Mina you should!*]

#*and make sure to donate to the maui food bank if you havent! or boost about it if you cant!#twc detective #twc mc #felix x detective #twc fanart #things made for me #oc: pierre lin #aest: pierre lin #grapes chars #oc commission #i am just he has such firm lines. such a strong face so it could be so easily >[ but its so SOFT #and i love how you captured his personality with your art in his face just from how i rambled #his eyes look so soft and welcoming -- they suck you in and his smile is a touch awkward but it warms my heart #weewq my baby boy #my neglected baby boy qweew but ilu tho pierre!#so handsome #bobby done fucked up smdh

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pastel-omegas-blog · 1 year

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The Beginning. Chapter Two

CHAPTER ONE

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING!!! THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES AND VIOLENCE PLEASE LEAVE IF IT WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. I DO NOT NEED THIS BOOK TO BE REPORTED . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.( Mentions of suicide, bullying, blood/torture ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️( This book is going to have more matured themes compared to my others, from smut scenes to non-con, lactation, drugging, hypnosis, abuse of power and over obsessiveness.

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Servants ran around the huge room trying to make it look tidier than it already was while some divided themselves to attending to the petite man cuddle softly in the middle of the huge Emperor sized bed, bringing him hot freshly brewed tea, a very appetizing breakfast and small desserts by the side.

They cooed out small comments praising his beauty as they picked out simple yet elegant clothes for him to wear, all gushing as he buried his blushing face deeper into the soft duvets, his sweet scent making them fawn over him even more.

He was such a humble person despite being born in an influential noble house.

He was so kind and loving and gentle and never once yelled at them when they made a mistake. He was patient with all of them and always had a gentle sweet smile on his lips.

Lord M\N L/N was an angel.

The servants couldn't believe how anyone would call such a caring man with a warm welcoming aura a Devil.

He treated everyone around him like family and had even given out gifts to them, even though he had only known them for five months.

He really lived up to the image their former master had painted of him.

" He is a kind and loving person who always sees the good in others "

Was what the elderly man had said.

And his words couldn't have been more true.

In his short stay in their territory, despite his ' sickly ' state he had helped the neighbouring villages very much by donating money to help them during the water shortage and even had food and warm clothing sent out make the cold winter far more bearable.

But the places that he helped the most were the orphanages.

As an omega it was expected to have a soft spot for pups. It was part of their natural instincts, but the way the h/c man had taken all the children living there as his own spoke volumes about his love for them. It was such a heart warning sight to see and made the common people of the northern territory cherish him even more

How the eastern part of the empire managed to soil the name of such a morally upright and genuinely nice person made them angry.

Of course those prim and proper trash didn't know how to cherish miracles in human skin.

" I.. isn't this too m..much ? Is a..all this n.. necessary? I..I told you all I can g..get ready o..on my own. I...I don't w.. want to be a b.. bother " the s/c man stammered out twiddling with his fingers softly as he buried his face in the duvets surrounding him. An attempt to hide his burning cheeks

" Of course we have to do this. It's only natural. Your a noble. You are meant to let others take care of you. " A maid reassured as she took away the empty plates and M/N raised his head to stare at the woman.

Elena Fern. A woman with ash coloured hair and dark brown eyes. She had an air of authority surrounding her despite the faint saint of books that told everyone she was a beta.

As expected of someone of her position.

The head maid that had been assigned to him for his stay in the Duke's manor.

" Yeah. Elena is right. We don't mind at all. Your so kind to us so it's only natural to help you anyway we can " a young girl with curly ginger locks added, her brown eyes shining with adoration as she stared at the man.

Sarah Fern.

Both recessive omega women we're sisters from a fallen baron family and had been working in the manor for a since they were very young and that showed in how refined their house keeping skills were.

Elena being the eldest was more strict and uptight and followed the rules, while Sarah been the youngest was more prone to causing mischief, yet both women had become loyal to him in the past few months of his stay at the manor and attended to most of his needs.

The other servants in the room voiced out their agreements with the two women and M)N felt his cheeks flush at all their nice comments.

" B.. but still I can change my clothes and b..bathe on m..my own! M..my body is strong enough s.. so I won't need help with that " the h/c man argued back and Elena let out a sigh of defeat knowing she wouldn't be able to win the argument.

" Alright my lord, we'll leave you for now. But remember if you need anything just tell for us ".

And with that they all walked out leaving the h/c man on his own.

M/N let out a sigh as he walked into the hidden bathroom inside his already massive room, his shoulders relaxing as the steam from the hot water in the room calmed his nerves. With practiced moves he stripped off his silk nightwear and sunk his body into the large pool sized bathtub that had rose petals floating on the still water and the soft sweet scent of vanilla ( it had taken a while for him to get used to the scent again with gagging at it or getting angry), a small sound left his lips as he lowered himself into the water.

And he stayed in the silence, not moving an inch from where he sat lost in his own thoughts.

" There always a lively bunch aren't they" Demi's voice broke the silence and a soft hum was all he received as an answer.

A lively bunch they were indeed.

He could remember the first time he arrived, with his carriage stained with blood and rotten fruits, his companions shaken to the bone with what they had 'experienced' ( he had changed their memories sure, but he didn't take away the morbid scenes. He needed them to know what the imperial family were capable of so next time they ever met they would have their guards up. )

A shaken knight, a pale servant, a sobbing woman and lastly a ' passed out ' omega who seemed to have fainted from the shock of an attempt on his life once again.

He was so sure that the pathetic sight of their group would make the people sneer and mock at them.

He was expecting the harsh whispers and taunts of the crowd, just like how the people had mocked him back at the capital he was expecting the same treatment from the people of the north as well.

They had surely heard the rumors about how he had tormented their lovely saint and precious Emperor. They should have heard about how him surviving his assassination attempt caused the gods to be angry and curse their land, they should have heard about how the saint had detected dark månå flowing through his cursed veins and how he was cursing innocent civilians for the fun of it.

He had seen people getting high off his misery so he was expecting the same thing here. For everyone to turn their backs in him before they even met him.

Instead there were heavily guarded knights running over to check on them, panicked screams of the servants who saw the blood stained carriage rang in the air and the family members of the Duke present shouted out orders for their guests to be taken inside and checked for any wounds.

Everyone had been running around in a panic to make sure they were safe and they had been rushed into the mansion and had doctors check on them.

It was all so strange.

They hadn't once stopped to mock them as they worried about their wellbeing, the h/c omega had thought maybe the way they had arrived had caused them to go in a state of shock and once they snapped out of it they would go back to keeping their distance from him and start to spread more rumors about as they watched his every move.

He could feel their piercing eyes on his form so he was sure it would only be a matter of time before they showed themselves. Before they bared their fangs at him and cursed him out for things he never did.

Except it never came.

Instead of gazes filled with disgust and contempt they stared at him with loving eyes, filled with adoration and happiness, instead of vile words thrown his way it was compliments about how radiant he looked every single day. Instead of being left alone to do things on his own they were always offering to do even the smallest things for him so that he wouldn't ' push his sick body anymore than he was suppose to '.

And they went on to continue to treat him like the for the first month he stayed, never once throwing any degrading insult his way. He didn't know what to do at first. Sure it made acting like a saint towards the people easier, because then whenever he donated money or offered to help anyway he could he wouldn't be faced with any backlash and nobody said anything to him that would upset him and make it harder for him to hide his emotions.

But he just couldn't shake how his stomach seemed to churn over any small compliment or kind gesture he received and it seemed he was the only one who was suddenly affected by the change of attitude towards him.

Aria hadn't once complained about how weird it felt to be suddenly praised for the smallest thing she did, infact she seemed to be eating the attention up, he couldn't blame her though. She was used to being the center of attention and compliments when she still ran her business, if she hadn't decided to take care of him she might have still had it by now........

" Useless thoughts " Demi spoke up interrupting their host's train of thoughts and M/N thanked them as he stared to get out of the bath wrapping himself in one of the many fluffy towels that had been laid out for him as he made his way back to his room.

Though they were now dedicated people to make sure the h/c man was always alright it hadn't stopped his cousin from stopping by every day to check on his wellbeing, only and only left when she was sure he was in perfect condition before she left him alone.

Felix and Basil though still hadn't budge an inch.

Basil it was obvious, his infatuation for his master had grown to dangerous levels and he didn't want anyone else in his laugh, though he responded positively to others it was clear he was keeping up a wall and he didn't want anyone passing the limit he had set for them. If he wasn't rigorously training with the Duke's knights he was seeking attention from his h/c master and listening to the new teachings of a god/goddess he had just discovered.

Felix matter though. He was jealous.

Despite working diligently by the h/c omega's side for the past five months his master still hadn't said a single word to him. He was happily chatting with the maids and manservants yet he hadn't so much as said a greeting to the violet eyes butler. It was infuriating no doubt, M/N had seen the jealousy and rage bubbling in his eyes despite the calm facade the beta always had.

Good.

He needed the man to snap first, if he still wanted to be an obedient dog to the Vermillion family then he didn't deserve the s/c man's attention.

The former emperor was the only who seemed to be affected by how genuinely everyone was treating him, he had even sent out butterflies at one point to sneak around and report anything the people said about him. Despite not being in his presence anymore the people still sang his praises. When he had received the news he couldn't stop his cheeks from heating up and he so desperately tried to deny how fast his heart was beating and he refused to acknowledge Demi as they teased him for getting so flustered.

After that discovery it took a while, but he started to slowly warm up to them as well, his actions becoming more genuine as he returned their smiles and laughter.

Running a hand through his neatly combed shiny h/c locks, the pretty man stared at his reflection liking how despite his clothes hugged his body it still have off an innocent and pure vibe. It's soft colours making his vibrant e/c hues stand out even more.

" Damn I'm beautiful " the omega said as he winked at his reflection letting out a small cat call as he turned around

" Your becoming too full of yourself " Demi spoke up making the h/c omega roll his eyes as he stopped his antics and walked towards the the door, stopping a bit when he noticed a pair of black boots peeping from under his door.

" Says the person who has been singing their own praises since the blood ceremony " the omega retorted back softly scanning his surroundings briefly with månå before he deemed it was safe. Demi rolled their 'eyes' in return mocking the omegas voice as they repeated his words in a childish manner, done with their charade the deity scoffed " of course I'll sing my own praises since you won't do it for me " They said and M/N chose to ignore them as he stepped out of the room into the marble tiled hallway eyes widening a bit in ' surprise as he stared at the person waiting for him.

" L..lady Evelyn ? Ah! I'm sorry I wasn't expecting you " the omega stuttered out in 'shock' as he quickly bowed his head to the woman who in return chuckled as she watched the petite man's cute antics.

" Aww come on M/N I told you not to be so formal and stiff around me, it hurts my heart that someone as cute as you always has their guard up around me " the woman teased smirking to herself as she noticed the small blush decorating the petite man's cheeks.

' of course I have to keep my guard up around you '

The h/c omega thought as he continued his shy demeanor his vibrant e/c eyes staring up to look into the woman's unique hues.

A very light silver colour that somehow looked almost pure white. Anyone who saw her or any other member of her family and didn't know their last name would have made the mistake of lumping her as one of the children belonging to the pope's Ducal family, though they wouldn't be to far from their guess.

The woman standing in front of him was

Evelyn Devon Vermillion

The oldest of the Duke's children and a person who shouldn't be underestimated.

Long platinum blonde hair that almost looked silver, was tied up in a donut bun, small strands escaping the bun and framing her face giving her a soft look. Despite the cold weathershe wore a tight black off shoulder gown that hugged her tall figure , a slit on the dress starting from her thigh exposed her long slender legs.

A diamond necklace rested on her collarbone the expensive jewelry reflecting the sun light that lit up the hallway, more diamond based jewelry decorated her form, from the dangling earrings to the bracelets on her wrists.

She wore white satin gloves and held a wyvern leather purse embed with diamonds, her already taller frame seemed to tower over him more thanks to the black needle high heels she had on.

She looked like she was going to out to a party. Well with her position it wouldn't be a surprise.

" U...ummm are you going out ? " The h/c man asked getting the answer to his question as the woman's red painted lips pulled up into a small smirk.

" Yes, I've been invited to a small gala one of my friends is hosting. It isn't too important, but I wouldn't mind you coming along with me. You look perfect as always and I would absolutely love to introduce you to my friends " the recessive alpha cooed out in a teasing tone as she placed a stray lock of h/c behind the omega's ears her smirk widening at how he became fidgety because of her touch.

He was just so cute.

She would have taken him all for herself if she didn't have her eye on his cousin.

Shaking his head M/N turned his gaze away from the woman. " I.. I'm sorry, b..but I...i don't think I c..can. I don't like being the center of attention " the petite man mumbled out as he twiddle his fingers.

He wasn't about to expose himself to the northern nobility. He had purposely refused all invitation from noble families who had tried to form connections with him.

Apart from he didn't want to be mocked by the nobility here he wanted to peek their curiosity. He wanted the curiosity to eat them out from the inside before he dropped the shockwave on them.

Besides unlike the servants and common people who looked up to him, The woman had no reason to be kind towards him. She had absolutely nothing to gain from it yet she was still was been so nice to him.

Every single member of the family had been so nice to him as well, but the three members who had gone out of their way to make sure that he was always comfortable in his stay where Evelyn, her father The former Duke and her younger brother the current duke.

M/N was sure that if the man hadn't gone for his morning patrol he would have been the one disturbing him instead of his older sister.

Evelyn pursed her lips before she forced on a strained smile. She had been expecting him to refuse as usual but it didn't make it any less frustrating, she had been hoping to show off the h/c man at least once, having such a pretty man by her side would solidify her position as queen and would keep those pesky omegas away. And it was such a heavy blow after being rejected by Aria as well.

" Ah. Not a problem hun. " The blonde woman said as she stood up to her full height patting the omega's head softly as she turned to walk away only for yells coming from outside to grab their attention as they both walked over to the open window looking outside.

A pure white carriage decorated in gold , white and silver was being escorted to the front of the manor, heavily guarded knights riding horse dressed in light armor rode close to the carriage, one of the knights held a flag bearing the seal of the imperial family. A silver dragon that had red and golden flames surrounding it's form.

The sight of the carriage drew two different reactions from the two people watching from afar. Evelyn let out a small growl at the sight of them while an unreadable expression was placed on the s/c man's face before a small smile spread on his plump lips.

Oh?

Well wasn't this interesting~.

Hi everyone look at who I brought back.

Our two feisty maids from the previous book. You didn't think I forgot about them now did you?

I Know Sarah has pink hair just imagine it's red.

Now time to reveal some stuff.

Evelyn is the princess who I briefly mentioned in my last book, guess which one. If you can guess it then you already know who the Duke is.

The imperial family has two names.

The one that the public generally call them by is Vermillion.

While the second is a more intimate name that the members refer to themselves as which is Valyron. Leon uses the name in his letter to Alvar.

It is the name of the white dragon the imperial family are descendents off.

That is all I can say for now.

#omegaverse #mc #dearly detested #nobility #omega male reader #x male reader #x omega male reader #Evelyn #Elena #Sarah #Basil #Felix #Aria

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