#⚜ garden walks

[garden-of-omegas]

⚜ FIRST MEETING [SPYXFAMILY - THE FAMILY] ⚜

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characters: loid forger | yor forger/briar | yuri briar summary: the details of your first meeting with your future mate. warnings: spies, contract killers, references to assassination, references to torture, adopted families, references to war, yuri rating: sfw a/n: guess who finished the spy x family anime? i did! i love yuri so much, and i love the forgers so much, and i love so many characters so much! honestly, haven't felt this motivated to finish something in ages. i'm back bitches! hopefully i'll start getting faster at writing these too.

~🎕

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≿━━━━༺❀ loid forger ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a hitman. you'd never really been anything else. you were infamously known as "dawn", though no one had ever actually been able to pin anything on you specifically, mostly because you could control minds.

✿ both your and loid's ages are... nebulous at best, though loid had been working as a spy for about a decade, while you'd been in the business for at least two of those.

✿ you'd recently come to ostania under an alias to work as a teacher at the eden academy. loid was looking for an alpha to play a part in his pretend family, and just happened to meet you while shopping for anya. the moment she realized you were a spy too, your fate was sealed. anya insisted on you becoming her new appa, and once loid realized where you worked he saw an opportunity. you on the other hand, thought that a marriage could be beneficial to blending in while on your mission.

✿ before neither of you got to the point of actually proposing (a fake marriage) you received a mission to retrieve some valuables, a mission loid had also gotten. after several shenanigans, the two of you run into each other out of disguise, get chased by a bunch of smugglers, and loid proposes to you to the sound of explosions. you say yes. obviously.

✿ loid found you inconspicuous, a bit odd but sweet. admittedly, anya's love for you might've made him a lot less suspicious than he might've been if he actually paid any attention to literally anything about you. loid was handsome, and that was about the extend of your initial thoughts. a decent man, with a good job, and an adorable daughter. the perfect cover for any spy, which you should've probably thought about a little harder.

≿━━━━༺❀ yor briar ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were an... "interrogator", let's put it that way. but also the heir of a mysterious earl, who'd been kind enough to take you in when you were a child and taught you to be the person you are today, to be "the bloody prince".

✿ yor was 26, while you were 25. your father had recently started insisting that you find yourself a spouse, as you were soon to start training a child of your own.

✿ you actually met while working. you were having a "conversation" with a target, trying to get the names of some traitors out of him when the thorn princess showed up to kill your target. you fought about it, you even tried using your powers against her but they didn't work. she pretty much kicked your ass, and you barely got away. after finding a place to catch your breath, you realized that you found your almost killer to be heart-poundingly beautiful.

✿ you met yor a few days later, having met your new protege (a cute little girl by the name of nel) just the same day. she noticed yor and complimented her looks, which got you interested in her as well. while you were still a bit hung up on the mysterious beauty who almost killed you, yor seemed sweet and the type to not ask too many questions. thus, you asked her out on a date, and became a bit infatuated when she got flustered by the whole thing. she still said yes of course.

✿ yor found your secret identity to be impressive, if a little cruel. not that she could really speak on it. but meeting the real you, she thought that you were the most handsome alpha she'd ever met. if only you didn't fluster her so much. you enjoyed both sides of her, not that you knew they were the same person. she was strong, she was beautiful, she was everything you could possibly want in an omega. but you weren't actually looking for love, as you claimed to yourself.

≿━━━━༺❀ yuri briar ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were the leader of an anti-government organization, still in it's starting stages. but for the most part you were simply going to school, trying to quickly get yourself through schooling to start truly working towards your goals with your comrades.

✿ you were 17, on your second year of college, while yuri was 14 and already on his first year of college. it'd been three years since you started your group.

✿ to put it simply, you and him were put together as roommates. you'd been impossible to find a roommate for, and yuri didn't get along with any of his classmates, so the administration thought that the two of you could just bother each other. and bother each other did you, both of your personalities clashing together the moment you met. especially about your views, even though you didn't dare to actually talk about your true beliefs. but it was hard, yuri was far too talented at riling you up.

✿ you remained roommates for the last two years of your schooling, and it was a disaster up until that point. but there were moments of peace, where yuri would help you with your school work and you'd look after him to make sure none of the older students bothered him. but most of your relationship was full of bickering and disagreements.

✿ yuri thought that you were the most annoying roommate one could possibly have, not for your habits or anything (you were actually pretty strict about keeping the place clean) but your personality. he admittedly did get a bit of a crush on you already, but would never admit to it. yuri was a kid. an annoying one, but an understandable one too. you didn't actually hold anything he said too seriously, and mostly just enjoyed riling him up because he'd act all huffy and cute about it. if he wasn't so stubborn about his beliefs, you might've asked him to join your cause.

#⚜ garden walks #omegaverse #a/b/o #alpha!reader #x reader #spy x family #loid forger #omega!loid #yor forger #omega!yor #yuri briar #omega!yuri #spyxfamily - the family

[moumouton4]

Just Friends ? || Adrien Agreste x fem!reader

A/n : Prompt 29 of the Smutember 2023 ( Finally one more to go ! I also hate Marinette's character to no end and tried to stay relatively soft here 😂 Also the fact that I live 30 min from Paris and I don't even know any places to sit and have a snack in a garden. Seriously it's so overrated, this place is a shit hole... anyways I hope you'll enjoy ! )

The list of prompts is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : of course they are all aged up, the relationship is not very established maybe they are dating or friends with benefits, mention of shower graphic shower sex, piano sex ? window sex ?, biting, rough sex, dirty jokes, mention of oral!male receiver, finger, slight exhibitionism, car sex ?, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 2045

“The Tuileries’ Garden, Wednesday at 3:00 pm” that was the place and the time, Adrien told you you were going to spend the afternoon at. All his classmates will be there, so it would be a good opportunity to meet everyone. You were told to bring something to eat or drink as you were all going to have a little snack there ( I don’t even know if we’re allowed to settle there to eat lmao ). You took a bag of marshmallows and another one of chips so that - she hoped - everyone could find something they would like.

Sitting in his car you were anxiously waiting to place a face on the names of the people he so often told you about. In the secrecy of the closed doors, his hand held yours, soothingly rubbing circles on the back of your hand. Meeting new people wasn't always easy but damn that was a whole class of 13 people.

“I’m sure they are all going to like you” he tried to reassure you.

“They are going to be quite a lot Adrien” you whispered back, holding his hand tighter.

“Just tell yourself it's back-to-school time” he joked, his humor shining through as he spoke to you, fully comfortable in your presence.

“I hate back-to-school” you whined.

“I know” he chuckled “But I also know you’ll do fine. Come on we’re almost there” he said his excitement breaking through.

You quickly smoothed your hair one last time and took a deep breath as you felt the car coming to a halt. Adrien let go of your hand to grab your shoulder and bring you closer to him, he placed a sweet kiss on your lips. He wanted to savor and bring a bit of your taste with him, knowing that once out the car you’d have to play it cool.

As you finally stepped out of the car, you decided to walk to the place you knew his friends were waiting for you both, keeping a friendly distance between you as you wandered through the gardens. You exchanged a few glances and it was clear in both your eyes that you wanted to hold hands and walk hip to hip, but you had to refrain. He whispered something to you and when you looked in the distance you saw a small gathering of people.

Some were already waving at you and another one, seemingly on rollerblades ( according to the pictures there is gravel on the ground so I don’t even think that she can do that but oh well ) who was zooming in your direction “Hey what’s up newbie ? Doin’ great ? I’m Alix by the way, nice to meet you” she said, extending her hand for you to shake.

As you did you gave her a smile and replying to her “Nice to meet you too, I’m Y/n” you were a lot less tense now, and you hoped everyone would be as nice as Alix seemed to be.

A short while later, you finally managed to reach the small table they had set for everyone to put their snacks on. You set your bags of marshmallow and chips and not even 10 seconds later the 10 people had gathered around you, eager to meet and talk to you. I mean, you were a potential new friend. Well there still were 2 people that seemed to care about something else, well rather someone else. One, you recognized easily to be Chloé Bourgeois, the mayor’s daughter and there other… erm- no she didn’t ring any bell.

From the corner of your eyes you could see Adrien who was smiling fondly at you, he was very happy and proud that you mingled that easily with his friends. You took a lollipop from a bowl which was set on the table and put it into your mouth, humming approvingly at the sugary taste of the fruity candy.

Adrien’s eyes were locked on your every move. Did you know that you were teasing him at this very moment ? That you were torturing him as you savored the candy ? He subconsciously made his way towards you - keeping his distance - making the blond girl from earlier whine and scream at the lack of attention she was left with, meanwhile the other one followed him closely. You looked at her for a brief moment trying to analyze her behavior. It wasn’t even easy to concentrate as she almost knocked herself on the table full of snacks. “Were those even made of leg material ?” you wondered, as you saw her stumbling and this time almost falling on your- erm on Adrien.

But then you saw it, that look in her eyes as she looked his way, the way they were seeming to beg him to look at her. You quickly looked her up and down just to make sure, then around, smirking to yourself when you noticed that Adrien was still deeply focused on you and your lollipop.

Suddenly another girl, you now knew was called Alya, came to rescue her friend from embarrassing herself further “Hey Marinette” ooh so that was her name “Did you have the time to introduce yourself to our new friend here” you smiled at her, Alya seemed so nice and normal compared to what her friend was displaying ( I’m not shaming any type behavior or personality there. I can be very weird myself lmao but gosh you can’t tell me Marinette is just plain weird most of the time when she is in civilian )

“Ah sorry ! I’m Marinette” she said seemingly genuine, her eyes betrayed her lack of interest in you though, as they flickered to the blond that had walked closer at your side.

“Hello” you answered politely not really knowing where to stand, this time you didn’t even bother to give your name. She tried to speak to you about various subjects, but the conversation remained awkward. It was evident that she wanted to ask something “Aaand since when do you know A-Adrien ?”

“Bingo” you thought, you saw it coming from miles away.

“I-I mean how are you related ? Like cousins ?” she asked “Well you don’t really look alike” she rambled more to herself “Maybe you are in the same fencing club ?” she tried again.

But you only shook your head “Fincing is his thing” you said “And thank gosh not a relative” you thought - either you wouldn’t be able to do all this with him - “I’m just a friend” you stated, trying to seem convincing as you did you best to prevent a smirk from displaying onto your lips.

Chloé who was never far away chipped in “And how come I never heard of you before. Adrichou is my best friend I would have known it if you were this important” she said as she flipped her hair back ( And yes in French she calls him so I don’t know how she does in English )

Before you could even answer something Adrien spoke up “You would have known about her if you were such a good friend Chloé” his tone wasn’t mean or anything but it was enough to send Chloé grumbling somewhere else. It was a very strange scene to attend for anyone who had known Adrien before, because he never seemed to do this for anyone before. He would always let her talk. Maybe he didn’t see nor hear anything when she did, but this time it was different. It was about you. And when it’s about you he always does.

The blue ? black ? haired girl squinted her eyes at you as if trying to read through you, fortunately her friend pulled her back “I think I’m getting a little hungry there hehe. We’re just going to see what is on the table and we’ll be back soon” she smiled nervously as she dragged her friend away.

And that’s how you partially found yourself alone with him again, staring into each other’s eyes “Just friends ?” he murmured, questioningly. As his words hit your eardrums you couldn't help but be thrown back in time, not even a week ago but this very morning.

His voice accompanied your thoughts as he added “I don’t think your friends know the way you taste” bringing a rush of heat to your face. Gosh how much teasing he could be when he wanted to push your buttons.

“Do they not ?” you teased back, knowing exactly what you were doing. As your mind quickly fills with moments, pictures, sounds of him. You two had quite the steamy “friendship” you thought as you recalled how this very morning he had taken you from behind under his shower, your chest pressed against the tiled walls, the warm water raining on you as he railed you cunt. His teeth sinking in the flesh of your shoulder as he held you close. A good thing that the shower was in his room because everyone could have heard the slapping noises if it wasn’t.

While you were lost in your day dreaming he extended his hand and gently took your lollipop from your mouth, before swiftly showing it in his. You knew he knew what you were thinking about, his green pupils were blown as he stared at you like some wild animal. You knew how he could get when he really needed it. Perfection didn’t exist even for him, doing it in a bed ? hell no ! I’d say at least 45 % of the time you jump his bones you’re not in a bed. And that’s the beauty of it because without this, never you would have got fucked on his piano like this, nor against the windows in his room - of course there is not overlooked around - just the contrast of his body heat and the coldness of the glass was enough to get you dripping wet.

After taking a good taste of it he pushed the candy back in your mouth “No they don’t. I’m the only lucky one who gets to have you Purrincess” he smiled mischievously at you.

“You’re the one who is going to purr tonight” you smirked.

“You’re coming back with me ?” he asked excitedly, as he initially thought you were going back to your place after the little outing.

“Mmhh” you nodded at him as you savored his taste on the almost finished lollipop “I’m going to get more candies” you said taking a step aside, you knew that getting away from him during this moment was like torture for him “You finished my lollipop”

“Don’t worry you’ll get plenty to suck on later” he couldn't help himself from saying, hopefully no one heard, even the two girls from earlier.

“Looking forward to it” you smirked “Don’t get too hard thinking about it though” you said as you eyes traveled to his slightly stirring length. He blushed furiously as he turned around taking a few deep breaths “This isn’t funny” he squeaked “You know I can’t control how it reacts”

“Yeah they all say that” you laughed.

“I’m going to get back so hard at you” he breathed out, still trying to calm down.

You wanted to tease him a bit more but you heard someone call your name “Y/n do you wanna try to play some guitar with us ?”

During the whole end of the afternoon Adrien’s hungry eyes ( one look at you and I can’t disguise - I love you Seb ) were solely locked on you, to the great displeasure of Chloé and Marinette. You knew that tonight neither of you was going to get some sleep, but what you didn’t know is that he just had a very good idea popping into his mind. He was going to finger you until you’re quivering on the backseat of the car on the way back. Then he is going to use your mouth the way it should be instead of teasing him all afternoon, you’re going to keep him wet and warm as he plays piano or watches the tv. You should have known better than to play cat and mouse. 

#miraculous #miraculous imagine #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug imagine #adrien agreste #adrien agreste imagine #adrien agreste x reader #adrien agreste smut #adrian agreste #adrian agreste imagine #adrian agreste x reader #adrian agreste smut #chat noir #chat noir imagine #chat noir x reader #chat noir smut #cat noir #cat noir imagine #cat noir x reader #cat noir smut #smut #smutember 2023 #miri-writes

[rosemaze-reveries]

hiiii 🥺🥺🥺🥺 r ur requests open . . . can i ask for dm relationship hcs . . . . wehehehuheuehhheheh

hehehehe..... anything for his lordship......... let's pretend im not answering this 298482 years late 😇

⚜ D.M. is the type who only lets the public see what he wants to be known, and that will never include his personal life. He’ll do everything to keep this relationship hidden. That leads to two problems:

People all over the country are vying for his hand, sending him gifts and passionate love letters weekly

He sometimes entertains those letters and writes back just as passionately ... if he thinks a “relationship” would benefit him

⚜ In his mind, everyone is a pawn for him to play with. You get to witness his drastic shift in character up close and personal. But you knew what you were getting into when you first fell in love with Désire 😘

⚜ He has asked for your help writing fake love letters to his random admirers before-- and proceeded to get jealous that you weren’t saying those romantic things to him

⚜ Refers to you as his greatest muse and spends long hours expressing his love for you via paintings and poetry

⚜ Sometimes he calls you into his office, insisting he needs your help with something. Whatever chore he gives you isn’t important, he just likes to have you nearby while he works

⚜ Of course he gives proper payment in the form of kisses and chus and his full attention on you <3

⚜ His biggest wish is to take a couple’s stroll through town, but he doesn’t want to risk news getting out about his love life. To counter that, he’s been cultivating an elaborate garden in his courtyard so you can still take scenic walks together

⚜ The fragrances, the color arrangements -- everything was picked with you in mind

⚜ He often has portraits done of the both of you. Some sit in his personal office, while others are scattered around his manor. He wants to capture you from every angle

⚜ While his servants are used to a much less collected side of D.M., he takes care to maintain his composure while you’re around. He’s still bratty but you’re like a warm & soothing embrace. He can’t stay upset for long <3

#identity v #idv imagines #dm #desire melodis #joseph desaulniers #joseph desaulniers x reader #photographer x reader #photographer #idv photographer #dm x reader #desire melodis x reader #dm x you #desire melodis x you #joseph desaulniers x you

[empiredesimparte]

Charlotte: You did well to accept Madame Lascare's invitation. Your presence at the Cannes Festival will be appreciated by all. It's surprising that your father never wanted to go Napoléon V: Dad didn't like the cinema and stars, or today's artists in general. But Mum would have liked

Charlotte: I'm not surprised. I'd like to go this year. Especially if you go Napoléon V: We won't be able to walk the red carpet together, hélas

Charlotte: It doesn't matter. We'll meet during the festivities Napoléon V: Yes…

Napoléon V: Oh, there's a stopover here, a beautiful lake Charlotte: We'll be late Louis Napoléon V: That's all right! We won't be long, let's stop

Napoléon V: Well done, Mademoiselle. You can see that the military training at Polytechnique has paid off Charlotte: Oh you! You know that it was the worst period of my life. Napoléon V: And for me it was one of the best. I'm sincerely admiring your efforts at the military camp

Charlotte: Let's not talk about it anymore, shall we? Napoléon V: As you wish

Napoléon V: You don't like wild walks, do you? Charlotte: I prefer finely trimmed formal gardens and walks around the palace, yes

Charlotte: But I appreciate this moment Napoléon V: That puts my mind at rest. I'll remember it for the next time Charlotte: Thank you, Louis. You're very sweet Napoléon V: We could settle there. They can wait a bit

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Park of Compiègne, 7 Floréal An 230

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⚜ Traduction française

Charlotte : Tu as bien fait d'accepter l'invitation de Madame Lascare. Ta présence au festival de Cannes sera appréciée de tous. C'est étonnant que ton père n'ait jamais souhaité s'y rendre Napoléon V : Papa n'aimait pas trop le cinéma et les stars, ou les artistes d'aujourd'hui de manière générale. Maman aurait aimé y aller, elle

Charlotte : Cela ne m'étonne pas. J'aimerais y aller, cette année. Surtout si tu y vas Napoléon V : Nous ne pourrons pas marcher ensemble sur le tapis rouge, hélas

Charlotte : Cela ne fait rien. Nous nous retrouverons durant les festivités Napoléon V : Oui...

Napoléon V : Oh! Il y a une halte à faire ici, un beau lac Charlotte : Nous allons arriver en retard Louis Napoléon V : Ce n'est pas grave ! Nous n'en aurons pas pour longtemps, arrêtons-nous

Napoléon V : Bien joué, Mademoiselle. On voit que l'entraînement militaire à Polytechnique a porté ses fruits Charlotte : Oh toi! Tu sais que ça a été la pire période de ma vie. Napoléon V : Et pour moi l'une des meilleures. D'ailleurs, je suis sincèrement admiratif de tes efforts au camp militaire

Charlotte : N'en parlons plus, veux-tu Napoléon V : Comme tu le souhaites

Napoléon V : Tu n'aimes pas les balades sauvages, n'est-ce pas ? Charlotte : Je préfère les jardins à la française finement taillés et les promenades autour du palais, oui

Charlotte : Mais j'apprécie ce moment Napoléon V : Me voilà rassuré. Je m'en souviendrai pour la prochaine fois Charlotte : Merci Louis. Tu es adorable

Napoléon V : On pourrait s'installer là-bas. Ils peuvent bien attendre un peu

#simparte #gen 2 #royal sims #le cabinet noir #ts4 #sims 4 #sim : louis #sim : charlotte #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal #ts4 royals #ts4 royal simblr #ts4 royal legacy #compiègne #sims 4 fr #sims 4 royal story #sims 4 royal #sims 4 royalty

[cloudpools]

⚜ @bloodylariat for Tobias!

Nara stands in the ballroom, scanning the crowd. Her father had put her to the task of finding him an arms dealer to be his mercantile business's sole supplier. This was the only thing she was good for in his eyes, and it bothered her deeply.

She aspired for more than being another one of her father's pawns. While most women in their kingdom wished to find a suitor and marry, her dream was to be her own merchant. A rival to her father's empire.

Putting him out of business would be a bonus.

Alas, she was trapped, unable to do as she pleased. Nara wouldn't put it past her father to dispose of her if she was no longer useful, and at least in the position she was granted, she'd been making many connections that would hopefully someday lead to her own success and freedom.

Confident strides carry her before Tobias, Nara pulling her dress up as she bowed into a deep curtsy. She'd found her target for the evening. "Tobias, I presume?" Nara stands tall, sapphire eyes looking him over. "My name is Nara. Nara Branth. Daughter of Luther Branth. I believe you received his letter about requiring your services. Might we take a walk and discuss it further?" Donning a fake smile, she gestures to a corridor that would take them to the gardens. She hated these parties. The food, the dancing, the snakes in human clothing all here for their own agenda. She hated most that she had to be one of them. Hopefully this night would end soon.

#bloodylariat #⚜Nara⚜ #⚜Fantasy Verse: Nara⚜ #((Please let me know if this is alright! #((I just kind of picked something from the DMs!

[ltcherrys]

My Magnolia Baby ࿓ cisgirl!harry

a fantasy-historical WIP, a tale told of pirate ships, peculiar creatures, dragons, and firsts.

or

Harry Styles - Princess of Nymador and daughter of Lord Desmond is of peculiar personality. She wears her hair up into assertive buns, fluff dresses and puffed sleeves. She reads books even though her father swears that men like their women uneducated, and most of all, she knows her worth. Which is why she argues to do what she wants and experience the journey of a lifetime, while trying to pursue her first relationship.

˚⊹♡

Anne poured warm water into a porcelain cup, humming a Nordic tune. She grabbed the cup carefully and placed it on the long dining table. After, she leisurely chopped the pork into straight articulated lines.

"Gemma, come set this table!" She ordered. Lady Gemma walked into the dining room wearily, huffing. "Why don't you call your other daughter, Harry."

"She is probably off in the gardens. I'll have the maids search for her." Anne waved off as she lifted the board with roasted pig on it.

Gemma placed the table cloth on the wood. "Why is she in there, anyways?"

"I'm making pig. You know she doesn't like pork." Anne answered monotonously. "Roberta!"

Their servant, Roberta, came running into the room, kneeling. "Yes, your majesty?"

"Go get Harry. Tell her dinner is prepared and her little vegetables better be cooked."

Roberta nodded submissively and went on to grab the princess. Who was away in the garden, still tearing apart lettuce, washing it in boiling water. "Lady Harry." Roberta greeted.

Harry looked up from the many greens she had cooked, smiling kindly. "Good evening, Roberta."

"Your majesty requests for you. Dinner is served."

The Princess nods in acknowledgment as she dries off the leaves, placing them into a big bowl. "What have you made?"

"Salad."

"You know your mother said to stop eating straight lettuce."

"She did. But 'twas the only thing I could make in such little time. Now, would you mind taking these to the table?" She asked, handing the bowl of fresh greens to the woman.

The noble family sat surrounded by the table with the supper the women of the family made. They joined hands as they prepared for prayer. "Heavenly Father," Desmond began. "We thank you for the food that has blessed this very table tonight, and the days that come. In Jesus name we pray, Amen."

"Amen."

Harry stabbed her fork into her salad, taking a bite. "Eat a little of the pig." Anne instructed.

She frowned. "But mama, you know I don't eat pork."

"Harry." Anne warned.

The princess sighed, cutting the tiniest portion of meat off. "Mother, Father, I need to tell you something."

"Have you found a husband?" Desmond asked hopefully. Harry rolled her eyes. "Of course not." The King sighed in disappointment, settling his eyes back to his food. "There is a sword fight tomorrow. I'd like to see it."

Anne twisted her face in disgust. "I know you try to be different, Harry, for whatever rebellious reason but I will not allow you to see such foolishness."

Desmond put his hand up. "Hold on.. she might have a good reason."

"I'm going to need at least some knowledge on the subject. Sword fighting is all men care about really, is it not?"

"You mustn't be serious." Anne said. She sighed when her daughter didn't budge, not even a sneer of retaliation. "Fine. But you will have to bring your brother along."

A scoff fell out of Harry's lips. "I would rather stick a pick through my own heart than take him with me."

"You will not be going to that sword fight if you do not bring him. A house of fighting is no place for a princess, your brother will be there to protect you."

Harry huffed. "Fine."

⚜

"Huzzah!" People cheered before continuing to dance to music. The bar smelt heavily of beer, Harry walked through the many bodies of people, all distracted by the music.

She searched through the crowd, trying to spot her brother somewhere but it was almost incompetent. "Hello, I'm looking for Joffrey." She tried to tell a bearded man, but he grabbed her elbow and started dancing.

Harry somehow managed to escape and got stuck in the middle of the room. "DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHERE JOFFREY IS?!" She shouted.

Everyone stopped dancing, including the people playing instruments and turned to the corner of the room. "Harry!" Joffrey exclaimed. A young woman beside him raised an eyebrow, seemingly confused. "Who is this?"

"Sister, how I've been dreaming of seeing you again." Joffrey said.

"Oh, sod off." Harry countered, her face turned in disgust as he hugged her. "You mustn't be so sour, it's been ages! How have you been?"

"The house has done fairly well without you being there, thank you very much." She replied curtly. Joffrey frowned at the information, but he ignored it in response. "What brings you here today? Got any fruits for me?"

Harry held the cloth of her cloak. "No. I want to see a sword fight."

Joffrey raised an eyebrow. "A sword fight?"

"Yes."

"And mother and father are allowing this?"

"Yes. They'll have no choice. They said I can go if you accompany me there." Joffrey blew a raspberry. "And if you don't I will not hesitate to saw your balls off."

Joffrey snorted at his sister's words but shut up almost immediately when he was threatened with a dagger to his neck. "O-Okay."

The residents watched in confusion as Joffrey made way through the crowd.

⚜

The swords fight hadn't begun yet. Harry followed after her brother into the doubled doors of the broken down home. "Put your hood up." Joffrey told her. She furrowed her eyebrows. "Why?"

"They must'nt know who you are. Put it up."

Harry glared at her brother for unpolitely telling her what to do, but pulled the cloth over her head, hiding her curls. "Now, do not talk to anyone unless they are me."

"You're so dictorional. I'm never going out with you again." She complained.

Joffrey led her to the center stage where everyone else was surrounded by, cheering excitingly. "Watch it." He sneered when someone nearly jabbed Harry. Eventually, a tall man came through the curtains, his boots clanking against the wood. "PEOPLE OF NYMADOR!!" He shouted.

Everyone yelled, raising their glasses of beer if they had one. "Oh, can you hand me one of those?" Joffrey asked the woman beside him.

"Get your own you festering cankerblossom."

Harry gasped dramatically, hiding her smile behind her palm. Joffrey glowered at her for laughing, rolling his eyes. "It is I, William The Great! The greatest swordsman in all of Nymador, no one is to succeed a battle with me!"

"Is that so?" Harry questioned. Joffrey angrily told her to hush, but she wasn't about to listen to some hairy looking man that had crust of beef stew in his beard. "Are you daring to challenge I?"

"I am." Someone said. Harry glanced at another man, dressed in simple attire, unlike the dramatic armor William was wearing. William tilted his chin. "You? You're nothing but a peasant."

"Fancy coming from someone with no home." The man retaliated. William clenched his jaw, his boots hitting the stage heavily. "Who ever falls against this very tree trunk loses the battle and will be feeding the children for three weeks."

"Very well." He said.

The arbiter hit the drums with his hands, throatily singing. "Louis Tomlinson and William Harrington!"

"I said do not speak of my surname you bitch!"

His eyes widened. "I apologize."

William rolled his eyes and grabbed his sword from it's holder, grinning widely at the sharp sound it made. "Are you still yearning for this fight?"

"Of course I am. You are nothing but of weakness." Louis spoke, posing his sword. William hardened his glare as the drums grew increasingly louder until the arbiter shouted for them to start and he swung the first hit. Louis easily blocked it with his sword, making a loud clang sound through the house.

Harry watched with wide eyes in anticipation, biting her lower lip distractingly. "Who are you rooting for?" She asked the prince curiously. "Obviously not William. He's a proper knobhead."

She nodded in agreement. "People like that get themselves killed. Imbeciles."

Louis pierced William's cheek with a small gash, causing the people around them to gasp. "Whoever draws blood first!" Someone within the crowd shouted. Everyone around them nodded in agreement, chanting the suggestion. The arbiter seemed to agree also, as he beat the drums harder. "First blood!"

Louis grinned and raised a challenging eyebrow at William, which made Harry feel the smallest flutter in her stomach. How could a sword duel possibly make her nervous? She guessed it was a good thing, her mother always said a swordsman was the best husband to wed. They could protect your family and also be good in other things.

William charged at him suddenly, seemingly angered at his chance of loosing. Louis easily blocked his hit, but nearly lost his footing as he dodged it. The burly man swung rapidly, his sword flying left and right, and somehow Louis managed to dodge it each time.

Louis grunted when he was pierced in his side but gained the strength to fight again — striking a hit at William's shoulder. When William tried to block himself with his sword Louis striked at his stomach, causing William to fall back. The crowd gasped, gripping the bars of the gate.

It was right on the tree trunk.

Louis arched an eyebrow at the bigger man, a glint of mischief in his silver eyes. "Do you yield?"

"Never." William bit out. He smiled before plunging the sword through his chest. Harry flinched at the awful sound as Louis twisted weapon.

Everyone grew into a fit of laughter, seeming to take glee in the victory. The arbiter appeared solemn as he stepped onto the stage, raising Louis' arm, finalizing the win. Louis smiled bashfully in front of the crowd and the duel was finished.

Joffrey glanced at his little sister. "Well? Is that what you expected."

"A little," Harry muttered. "I didn't expect for anyone to die."

"Oh, he's not dead. It's for show, entertainment."

The princess nodded in understanding and they moved away from the stage. "I'm going to go get some drinks. You stay here." Joffrey instructed. Harry rolled her eyes as the older man walked away, toward the bar. She obviously wasn't going to stay there so she wandered off inside the house, pushing through people.

She heard shouting and furrowed her eyebrows, peeking through the corner. A small dark haired boy was hovering above William's body, dipping a cloth inside a pot of water. He dragged it gently across the wound on the older man's abdomen, a hiss passing through his lips.

"I'm sorry, sir." The boy muttered.

William sneered. "Who the hell did that Louis kid think he was pushing me on the trunk."

"B-But he didn't push you, sir. You said you did not want to yie-"

William slapped him harshly. "What did I tell you about talking back, Brennon." Brennon's bottom lip trembled slightly, but he sipped his nose, blinking a few times. "To not do it. I'm sorry, sir."

"Enough with the stuttering. Now clean my wound."

Harry furrowed her eyebrows as she watched Brennon finish before he grabbed a needle and thread. "Don't." The older man mumbled.

"But it will not heal properly. You'll grow a nasty scar and you could risk infection."

William snorted. "Does it look like I care? Just tape it."

"What're you doing?" Joffrey asked. Harry jumped in surprise, backing against the brick wall. "Nothing."

Her brother sighed and grabbed her by the elbow. "I told you about watching other people's conversations. And you were supposed to stay at the bar, we're going home."

⚜

The doors to the King and Queen's throne opened, the sounds of a soldiers metal boots hitting the ground. Desmond stared at the knight authoritatively as he kneeled before him. "Your majesty," he began. "The soldiers and I searched for the egg. It's in another kingdom, Donvador."

Lord Desmond grunted underneath his breath, his fingers drumming against the arm rest. "Did you look into the meadows?"

"Everywhere, your majesty. It's not there."

"Then we shall proceed into Donvador."

Anne looked at Desmond quickly. "Have you gone mad?" She whisper shouted. "You can get yourselves killed going into a different kingdom."

"Anne, this matter is nothing but your business. Send troops to Donvador at once, and extra protection for the home,"

The knight nodded submissively and stood to his feet. "You are dismissed."

Harry was in her knitting class with her sister and a few other girls that were high-class. They were lessons for advanced people, who were taught to become young women, cooking and clothing was a big necessity to learn in the class.

Joann, their teacher, always watched them closely to make sure they were well behaved women, just like they were being taught. If their posture wasn't straight they were hit against the back with a whip, that always left long gashes across their skin. Harry knew after experiencing a punishment when she was twelve, she never slouched ever again.

Today they were supposed to be knitting together a blanket. With a specific design, the symbol for Nymador. If they were to ever get a husband he would be gifted with the blanket, it was always an act of kindness. "That looks very beautiful." Joann complimented Gemma's way of knitting.

Harry pulled the thread through the green fabric, sighing under her breath. She had been working for the longest time now, her fingers felt numb. Delaris sneered quietly, leaning to her. "The nun favors your sister."

Harry tilted her head, frowning. "I don't reckon so. I think she just wants to get on her good side, Gemma's meant to own the crown."

"I think you'll be the first." Delaris said.

She raised an eyebrow. "Why so?"

"You're most likely to get a husband first. You're beautiful, and you have all the things a prince could ever dream of."

Harry blushed and looked down at her blanket. "You're going to distract me." She whispered. Delaris laughed, knowing that the girl had only said that because she was becoming embarrassed. Joann approached the girls, slapping her stick onto the floor. "What is so funny?"

"Nothing, Sister Joann." Delaris answered — but she was nothing but polite. "If you have a joke you should tell all of us. There are no secrets in this room."

"I said nothing." The blonde repeated. The doors to the hall opened, interrupting the conversation. "The Lord requests for the princesses presence," Their servant said. "And he also cancels all lessons for today."

The women in the room sighed disappointingly and Harry stood up, holding her blanket closely. Her eyebrows drawn in confusion. Kit cocked his head toward the door. "Come on."

Inside the throne room, Desmond and Anne sat, their mother holding a tall glass of wine. Harry licked her lips anxiously as she stepped up onto the ramp, walking toward her throne. It was never good news if the Queen was drinking, and she was clearly doing it at the moment. If their classes were cancelled and interrupted in the middle of session, it couldn't be good.

"Your blanket, princess." Kit said. Harry looked down at the yarn and smiled sheepishly, handing it to him. "I'll keep it safe for you." He promised. She mumbled a thank you and sat down, pulling the sleeves of her dress down.

"We were searching for the dragon egg," Their soldier said. "But instead we found this." Another man in armor dropped a body, causing a thump throughout the room. He turned the person over with his foot and a gasp nearly escaped Harry's mouth when she saw the face of the man.

It was Louis. He looked fine, but his clothes were torn and you could see subtle cuts through the holes, she was sure it didn't look so nice underneath. "We should burn his body." Anne suggested.

Harry's eyes widened. "No!"

"Then what do you suggest? There are diseases going around."

"I know him," She replied. "From the sword fight. He isn't diseased, in fact, I saw him. With another princess, I think he's of a different kingdom."

Gemma watched her sister, but she didn't seem convinced. Anne looked at her husband and the King hummed. "He does not belong here."

"I could just help assist his wounds. He can't go back home like that." Harry declared.

Desmond drew in a breath, pondering. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to help him, since Harry knows him," Anne stared at him as if he'd gone mad. "Roberta, draw him a bath, Harry will do the rest."

Harry smiled gratefully and stood from her throne, lifting the bottom of her dress.

⚜

Water trickled as she dragged a wash cloth across Louis' chest, frowning when she saw the wide gash near his collarbone. She touched it ever so gently — not wanting to harm him even in his sleep. There was dried blood around the corners, meaning it must've been there for a while. "Roberta, how did they find him?" She asked.

Roberta looked up from where she was warming towels for the 'prince' once he was done being bathed. "A horse came riding into the village right near the castle. They said he fell off the horse into the meadows."

Harry frowned and continued washing the man before he jolted awake suddenly, startling her. Roberta grabbed a broom from by the door, threatening him with it. Louis blinked rapidly, his chest rising quickly as he looked around the room before landing on Harry.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Roberta, please go." The princess ordered, dipping the bloodied cloth into the bath water.

"But your majesty, the Queen—"

"I said go." Roberta closed her mouth quickly and left the room. Louis stared at her puzzled, looking down at the red water. "How did I get here?"

"You were riding on a horse before?"

"No," Louis snorted. "I don't do horses."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "That's how they found you."

"Right... well I know I was nowhere near a horse," He quipped. "Or maybe I was.."

The princess scowled. "Now's not the time to make a joke. The King is going to question you, and my mother surely. You've fallen into our land and I told them that you're a prince."

"Now, why would you do that? You know I'm nothing of prince material."

Harry sighed. "You think? I was trying to help you so you wouldn't be beheaded."

Louis splashed the water. "I suppose that's better."

The princess rolled her eyes and squeezed the remaining of water out of the washcloth. "What happened?"

The older man sighed and leaned back on the bathtub, shutting his eyes as he relaxed. "I fucked some girl and her husband caught us. I'm not so good at fist fights so you can guess what happened."

Harry frowned. "Why'd you do it?"

"She's been one of my whores for a while now. She actually never even told me that she was married, but it's not my problem anyways. I just fuck who I like." Harry blinked as she listened to his explanation. She never heard such absurd obscenities come out of someone's mouth, being that she lives in a palace.

"Oh.. well your bath is finished. I can stitch you up if you'd like."

Louis nodded and she grabbed his towel that had been warmed, wrapping it around his body. "I haven't had such luxuries since... ever."

She giggled and lead him to the guest bedroom, ignoring the bemused looks servants gave her. She got him inside the room and requested he lay down while she prepared the tools.

When Harry approached him with a needle he scooted back on the bed. "Woah, what're you doing with that?"

"I need to stitch you up. You'll get an infection if I don't." Harry explained. She wiggled the the thread in her hands and pushed Louis down on the mattress, straddling him. "It'll only hurt for a moment."

"That's a lie, isn't it?"

Harry cracked a smile. "Possibly. I just want you to feel better, stitching can be agonizing but you'll be all better afterwards."

The swordsman hummed in acknowledgment, but didn't seem too convinced as Harry got the string prepared. It was terrible. The pulling of skin as the thread went through and needle stabbed him.

When she finally finished she pressed a bandaid onto the wound, mumbling an apology when he flinched. "I'll go get you some medicine." She announced.

"You don't have to do that." Louis complained.

"I insist," Harry pulled the handle to the door. "You'll feel awful in the morrow. Now, lay down while I prepare the herbs."

Louis grunted and fell back onto the pillow, pulling the thick blanket over himself.

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Two: Misconceptions

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“I’m not the Daimyo’s daughter.” The words burned like acid on your tongue. A filthy, polluted product. A terrible mistake at the right time to be of some use. And as you—and certainly many others—suspected, the product of a liar.

“Then who are you?” The ninja’s posture remained relaxed, but the steely edge to his voice told the story of his beliefs for him. He thought you were an enemy. He was unwilling to trust you.

No matter, just another person to scorn my existence.

The hallway was silent. Even the palace hounds had stopped their frenzied racing, and the guards had disappeared long ago. It was like you were on a chopping block, awaiting judgment once again.

“I am the product of an affair the Daimyo had with his seamstress. Though, I doubt the word ‘affair’ adequately describes the coercion that must have occurred.”

“A half-daughter? That still counts—”

“So they say. My mother claimed the Daimyo was her only partner at the time. And the Daimyo and his wife— I’m sure you’ve heard the fuss surrounding their issues with conception. They brought me in for the image, so they looked a little less hopeless.”

“He isn’t your father?”

“I imagine not,” you confirmed. A shameful excuse for a daughter. A product of contention in the palace. Hardly a royal despite how hard you tried to be useful.

The ninja at your side was quiet, and the silence made you queasy. Would he abandon you now that he knew your prestige was a sham? Would he even bother speaking to you? Or would he turn away without another word, disgusted by your life of half-truths?

Carefully, you slipped the book into your shirt, and with graceful, silent steps, you began to walk down the hallway. The ninja followed, voice low and deep as he murmured, “Where are we going?”

“The garden. Reappearing there will be less suspicious. The palace has been overturned tenfold.”

You certainly hadn’t inherited the Daimyo’s love for war by living with him, but you liked to consider yourself careful and strategic. Anything to save yourself. Anything to be useful in all the ways they told you that you were worthless. You’d prove them wrong, even if the Daimyo and his wife never saw it.

The palace was easy to sneak through at night, but the empty halls and wide, sweeping corridors were often incredibly foreboding. All the filigree and décor bore down on you like a vice, and you wondered how often others enjoyed the lavish furnishings. Perhaps the ninja behind you enjoyed the luxury. He’d arrived dusty and with a faint air of fatigue, as though he’d traveled a particularly long way just to reach the palace. You wanted to ask him where he’d come from and where he’d go next. You wanted to ask what the world was like and how many interesting people he’d met. You wanted to ask him about jutsu and ninja animals and the bonds between those that fought together. But instead, you remained silent. And pushed into the back courtyard.

It, too, had been overturned. So much of your hard work, wasted by hurried, violent hands. It was intentional, that much you knew. None of the Daimyo’s swords were moved. The Daimyo’s wife’s vases were untouched. But your flower garden—the bastard princess’s flower garden—was fair game to destroy. That was especially true when you were causing such a fuss.

Foliage ripped from the stem, plant roots discarded on the sidewalk, petals shaken from the rose bushes, you stepped over it all, whispering silent apologies to the poor plants that couldn’t be saved.

They reminded you so much of yourself; primped and preened into beauty but useful if anyone dared to look closer. You’d always tried to look closer.

The ninja followed you like a shadow, and he seemed aware enough of your footfalls to avoid unnecessarily trampling the plants. For that, you were grateful.

On the outskirts of your enormous garden, there was a gazebo overlooking a small but well-kept lake. It was the perfect place to relax outside of the confines of the palace. Nearly free, if only just.

The farthest side of the gazebo had a loose panel, one you pried open under the ninja’s watchful gaze. He didn’t offer to help, and you didn’t ask for it. Countless books had been temporarily stashed in the secret compartment over the years, and you wrenched the wood back with careful motions before tucking the most recent capture inside. You’d come back for it later. Much later.

Then, you stood, passing by the ninja yet again with a whispered, “This way.”

Following a path only you knew, you lead him through a thicket of trees and under the enormous branches of a cluster of weeping willows. They stood beside the water, and you emerged on the other side of the curtain of leaves to the feeling of soft grass fading into a sandy beach.

Carefully, you sat, tucking your legs under your too-decorative dress. The ninja leaned against a tree trunk a few paces away. He seemed disinterested, and you couldn’t help wondering if he really was just with you for the money. At least he didn’t seem interested in you for your unfortunate and crude nickname. Small miracles.

Slowly, you released your chakra, allowing the energy to unfurl again until the average person could see you. You couldn’t hide forever.

“They’ll be here in five minutes. At most.”

He was watching you now. With that sharp, dark eye. You wondered what he looked like, who he was hiding from. Maybe it would have been nice to hide from the world, too.

“Good to know. At least one of us will get a break.”

He chuckled, and this time it wasn’t forced. You couldn’t help noticing how much you liked the sound.

“I’ll admit, I don’t envy the fourth bath you’ll have today. I don’t have the looks for all that pampering.”

“Neither do I,” you murmured back, though a smile stole its way onto your lips all the same.

The silence that lapsed between you was as warm and comfortable as the soft summer breeze, and you let out a sigh as the lightning bugs blazed above you. It was so peaceful. But it would never last.

His voice was soft when he spoke again, as though asking something he was sure he would be admonished for. “The advisor… you were the one that stole those books?”

His question crashed into you like a wave, and you were drowning in memories of another time, another place, another bloody, dying man. His blood would always be on your hands despite how much you tried to prevent it. “Yes.” The word fell from your lips with much more composure than you felt—a well-trained dog through and through.

“And you saved him because it wasn’t his fault.”

It wasn’t a question, but you answered anyway, the words as honest between you as the day you first uttered them in the bathroom mirror. “It was my fault. He died because of me.”

And just like that, you were out of time.

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Tetsu appeared in the clearing before Kakashi could ask anything else, and he masked his irritation as well as you had masked your feelings toward the fiasco with the Daimyo’s advisor. He hadn’t been able to read you at all, though you’d been an impassive idol to the public eye as long as he’d been guarding you, so your resolve was impressive despite being expected. Some skills are required for professions, whether they’re natural or acquired, like his strength and your welcoming, neutral façade.

But it was all a ruse. The way you spoke with him told him as much. You cared what happened to the advisor. You cared about bettering yourself in the face of adversity, even teaching yourself jutsu just to sneak around the palace. Even the way you’d so carefully stepped over the felled plants in the garden spoke of your care. You cared behind that mask of regal indifference. And for some reason, that mattered to him.

For the first time, it felt like more than a mission. Like a person really needed him. And you, he didn’t want to let you down.

“Princess.” Tetsu bowed toward you, obviously breathless. “The whole palace is up in arms looking for you.”

“Oh?” you breathed. Kakashi actually had to strain to hold in a chuckle. You looked so bored, so uninterested with the fuss in the palace. “I came out to watch the fireflies. They’re so pretty this time of year. Don’t you agree?”

Tetsu fumbled with his words, and Kakashi felt his interest pique yet again. A carefully thrown question to force the other person into agreeing with you, thereby derailing their ability to chastise you? Damn, you were good. You were very, very good.

In another life, you would’ve made an excellent shinobi.

“Well, um, yes. It’s nice, Princess. But I think you really should be getting back.”

With a bright smile, you looked toward Tetsu. “I knew you’d agree. You always seemed like one to enjoy the beauty in life. Couldn’t you tell the guards there's nothing to worry about? I’ll be inside in just a bit, and I’ll need another bath run when I get there.”

“Well… I…”

“It’s not like I’d be alone,” you smoothly interrupted. A quick glance toward Kakashi, one that seemed to light his heart ablaze with curiosity. “He’s been watching over me.”

“Kakashi—?”

He waved his hand, still remaining in his position shored against the tree. “I’ve got things covered here. If you think you can handle the palace, of course.”

Tetsu’s face scrunched in indignation before bowing to you yet again. “I’ll make sure the bath is waiting.” Then he was away in a woosh, the trees rustling as he raced back toward the palace.

You were the first to break the silence, shooting Kakashi an amused but impressed look. “Challenging a man’s pride to get him to do exactly what you want? A cruel trick.”

You’d noticed. Kakashi felt himself flush under his mask, so unused to your specific flavor of scrutiny. He’d been flirted with and drooled over because of his looks for as long as he could remember. His battle skills allowed him to receive more praise than he could’ve ever desired. Even his family name, at one time, was an object of extolment. Yet very few had noticed and then commented on his tactical abilities. Most people didn’t even notice his strategy unless he was intentionally careless or they were impressively clever. You were the latter. And so, so much more, his heart wanted to scream.

“It’s good to distract him.”

“Yes.” You turned back toward the water, but spoke loud enough that Kakashi could still hear. “Otherwise he’d think we’re sleeping together.”

His heart dropped. Kakashi wasn’t the kind of person to offer meaningless support or flowery words without substance, but the urge to correct you was overwhelming. Thankfully, before he could make a complete ass of himself by lying to you, you had the good sense to keep talking.

“I know the lewd things they say about me. The maids talk, even some of the gardeners, but they wouldn’t dare make a move. The advisors, though, they’re braver. Prestige is on their side. Shinobi work, as far as I’m aware, is prestigious enough to warrant desire, if not a few passes.”

Clever, and with ears in the back of her head.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, though he supposed neither were preferable in such a situation.  This wasn't the ANBU; he was permitted to show some emotion.  However, he was still a shinobi through and through.  And you were still a princess—a logical one, at that.  He had to weigh his words carefully, even if they all felt like lead weighing heavily on his tongue.

"But those beliefs are obviously based on misconceptions," he offered. His fingers itched to pull out Icha-Icha Paradise, anything to distract him from the emotional side of things, but he knew he had to reassimilate and face conversations like this sooner rather than later.

Yet, even with his attention, your challenge still managed to surprise him. “Ah, and what would you know of those?”

Misconceptions, hm? He could think of a few. Though, his were based in reality much more than your own. But still…

It wasn't comforting. In fact, the information would probably make you want to avoid him. But maybe it would ease your own overburdened mind, make you feel slightly less alone. So he said the words that haunted his mind and shredded his soul with every whispered rumor.

“They call me Kakashi the Friend Killer.”

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The words sent a pang of fear ringing through your chest like the angry beat of a gong. Yet your body, rather than shift with the reverberations of discomfort, froze entirely. Like a statue, you sat as motionless as marble, gaze fixed on the fireflies but unseeing, as the words rattled through your mind. Kakashi the Friend Killer.

Slowly, deliberately, you turned toward him, only to find Kakashi’s gaze firmly fixed on a tree a few meters to his right.

Even without looking at you, he could sense your stare. “I won’t explain it further than that.”

A killer.

“Understandable,” you squeaked out. Your tone made embarrassment flood your collar, and you turned away from him before he could look at you again. It was shameful, truly. A single sentence had you unable to keep a stranglehold on your emotions. Your surprise, alarm, fear—hell, it was hard to even tell what it was—slipped out with a single word.

Clearing your throat, you tried again, and immediately felt pleased that the waver in your voice had dissipated. “I didn’t tell you any stories, so I certainly wouldn’t expect that of you. It’s only fair to keep things even.”

He looked at you again then, and you were grateful to have looked away. Embarrassment still clawed at your soul like an owl’s talons, blanketing across your entire being with its arching wings. This time, you stayed quiet, content with letting the shinobi mull over your response.

He was incredibly intelligent, though he kept it hidden behind a mask of indifference. At first, you had wondered why, but after he was the only one that could find you, you realized something about this Kakashi. He was the best shinobi of the bunch. Naturally, you assumed his training had been long and grueling, though not without profit.

Maybe that was why he kept his face hidden away; he’d be too well-known otherwise. Maybe they’d bury him without it one day, when he was old and grey(er) and no longer in danger of being killed by the enemies of his village. Maybe he slipped it down around his neck in the privacy of his own home. Maybe—

“It’s too bad you’re here for the aesthetics. You’d make an excellent diplomat.”

With a few simple words, your mind came to a grinding halt. He couldn’t be serious, could he? You tried your best, but you certainly weren’t capable of being a leader. To have village upon village of people depend on you? No, that certainly wasn’t for you.

Delicately, you found your footing and stood, letting the too-fancy gown crinkle as it fell back into place. He was watching you again, and this time, you met his gaze. “I don’t want to be a princess. Being the next leader is even less of an interest of mine.”

He reacted little more than a blink. “Oh, really? And why’s that?”

“Sometimes I think it would be nice to live an ordinary life, be an ordinary person.”

You turned, hands grazing up over the boughs of the trees as you raised the curtain of foliage. You turned to tell him it was time to go, to make sure he was okay with leaving, and found he was yet to move an inch. Even worse, his eye still bore into yours with that unnerving intensity of someone who could see too much all the time.

“You could never be an ordinary person.”

His words were like a guillotine snapping through the issue, and you instantly felt yourself closing off from him. Just like everyone else, he was forcing you on a pedestal to be nothing but pretty. He saw you as someone worthless, someone incapable of being an ordinary, productive citizen. You were nothing in his eyes but a doll to dress up.

Typical, self-centered, egotistical, high-profile man.

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But that couldn’t be further from the truth. In Kakashi’s eyes, you could never be ordinary, no matter how hard you tried. You were extraordinary. Brilliant. Kind. Caring. Passionate about learning. A talented tactician. And possibly an excellent chakra user. How could anybody—especially you—consider you to be ordinary? You were so much more.

But one look at the way your face shifted back into diplomatic neutrality told him that he’d messed up. Badly.

And as you turned without another word, following the hidden path through the trees, Kakashi scrambled to think of something to say, something to make amends and right whatever terrible wrong he’d just committed. But he could think of nothing.

The rest of the walk passed in silence, and, for the first time, Kakashi found it to be excruciating rather than welcoming. He hated talkative people, and even more being forced into a talkative role. But you chose your words with precision and grace. With you, conversations were interesting—gosh, was he really thinking that? In the blink of an eye, Kakashi had gone from the perfect ANBU retiree to some soft, talkative shinobi just waiting for your attention.

But, oh, your attention was delightful.

Just… not when you were mad at him. He needed to fix things, make up for the wrong he still didn’t understand making. There just needed to be an opportunity for him to say something good, to say something that was right.

His thinking continued through almost the entire walk back to the palace. However, roughly halfway through the mangled flower garden, you sighed. It was a soft, resigned sort of sigh, as you purposely picked your way over the pathway’s rubble, avoiding all the plant roots you could.

Surprisingly, you were the first to speak. “He may convince them to draw me a bath, but clearly his influential tongue couldn’t save my garden.” Your tone was perfectly neutral, and an average observer would have assumed you didn’t care, that you were merely interested in the garden but not invested in the slightest. But Kakashi could sense the bitterness and distress deep below the surface of your demeanor. He knew you’d spent countless hours tending the plants. And there had to be something he could say to help!

“Did you know that you can use chakra on plants? Sort of like a healing jutsu.”

The way you froze concerned him. Halfway through stepping over a particularly ragged looking daisy, you wobbled but turned back toward him. The minor concern that you were going to fall over was worth it after he saw the elation and curiosity glowing in your eyes. “You can? Do you know how?”

He hummed, stuffing his hands farther in his pockets. “I can teach you, if you’d like. Not this minute, of course.”

“Of course,” you said. But your smile stayed firmly in place, and for that Kakashi was grateful. “Tomorrow, then.”

“If that’s what you’d like.”

You turned again and teetered back along the path of carnage and destruction with renewed fervor, and for that, Kakashi was proud. What made him even more pleased was that you waited for him to finish stepping over the plants, just so you could walk by his side.

“Why do you know how to heal plants with chakra?” you asked, climbing the last few steps toward the palace. Instead of entering, you stood on the steps and waited for his response, all curiosity and attention.

“Well,” he could feel the slightly embarrassed flush climbing under his mask yet again. “I leave on missions for so long that my houseplants are in shambles by the time I get home. I try to revive them as best as I can. Even though they’re sometimes a bit too dead to be helped.”

And your laugh. God, your laugh. He could die happy now, knowing that he’d heard it.

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[garden-of-omegas]

⚜ FIRST MEETING [OBEY ME - DEMON BROTHERS] ⚜

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characters: lucifer | mammon | leviathan | satan | asmodeus | beelzebub | belphegor summary: the details of your first meeting with your future mate. warnings: some passing references to death, referenced shitty rich people rating: sfw a/n: no, i don't have any bias for mammon, preposterous of you to even think about such things. anyways, have this weird bullshit. warning, these alpha's are going to go down some weird routes later on. i have plans.

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≿━━━━༺❀ lucifer ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were just a normal human at the time. well, at least you thought you were. you'd never even considered the idea of heaven and hell, you weren't raised like that. you were just growing out of all the health problems that'd been plaguing you since birth.

✿ you were a teenager, about sixteen years old. due to your poor constitution, you'd been homeschooled, and didn't meet a lot of people your age. lucifer, of course, couldn't even remember his exact age anymore.

✿ you were, for the first time in years pretty much, out and about buying anything you're dad saw you put your eyes on, and lucifer was in the human realm looking for a gift. you'd both happened to set your eyes on the same necklace, and after some banter lucifer allowed you to take it.

✿ while you were buying the necklace, lucifer recommended a few more pieces of jewelry that'd look good on you, and you took his advice. after that, well, the two of you wouldn't cross paths again until years and years later. [☘]

✿ lucifer thought you were cute, in the same way one thinks a kitten is cute. well, up until you almost snapped his head off for daring to come between you and a necklace. but that just led to him admiring your tenacity, especially for the things you wanted. lucifer was... alright. handsome, by any standards, but otherwise you didn't much pay attention to him beyond him having what you wanted. it wasn't until he gave you a compliment and helped you around did you begin to like him even a little bit.

≿━━━━༺❀ mammon ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a thief, truth to be told. you'd just ran away from home after the pressure there got too much, and living on the streets required some sacrifice to your moral compass. besides, you were good at it so who were you to complain.

✿ you were 22, recently homeless. not that you were complaining, better than living at home with your parents. mammon was, as with all demons, ageless.

✿ you stole from mammon. your first meeting was as simple as that, or would have been if he didn't notice (the first one to ever do so) and give chase, which eventually lead to him showing you his demon form in an attempt to get you to surrender. while frightened, you didn't and managed to almost get away. demons are unsurprisingly very fast.

✿ you were certain you were going to die after mammon finally caught you, but to your confusion after seeing your general state at the time, mammon muttered something about his eternal graciousness and disappeared. after that he would show up in front of you every once in a while, saying it was purely to make sure you didn't steal again and every time he'd manage to "somehow" leave behind something valuable of his.

✿ mammon wasn't entirely certain why he took such a protective stance on you, you weren't the first down on their luck person he'd ever met and it was generally unusual of him as an omega. regardless, he pretty much decided that you were his. mammon was mostly just... confusing to you. i mean, you clocked that he was a tsundere during your second meeting, but it certainly didn't explain any of his behaviour. but he was cute and good company, who were you to complain.

≿━━━━༺❀ leviathan ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were... to simply put it, lonely. you were stuck on the small island you'd been born on, with only your family for any company. and most of them were either too old or too young to be any actual fun for you. so, you were lonely.

✿ you were probably around seventeen? you weren't entirely certain, sometimes it was hard to keep track of the days and years. levi was, well, immortal and old.

✿ you summoned him, on large part by accident. you didn't think the book of spells you'd somehow managed to get your hands on (it was an open secret that your grandmother gave you all sorts of weird crap) would actually work. but a demon standing in your attic room proved you wrong.

✿ levi was pretty confused about being summoned for no reason, but when you asked him to stay for a while, just for company, he gladly obliged and then spent six hours giving you detailed summaries of all the latest anime he'd watched. you had no idea what an "anime" was.

✿ you were a total normie in levi's eyes. no, even worse than a normie, you didn't even know what anime was! though you also apparently only tangentially knew what a "tv" was (you pronounced it as "tee-and-vee") so he couldn't really fault you for that. otherwise you were pretty alright. levi was fun to you, if a bit weird, but most people were weird to you. you didn't understand half the things he said, but he was a good storyteller and once he stopped trying to destroy your eardrums any time you didn't know what something was he was even more fun.

≿━━━━༺❀ satan ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were the adopted child of an extremely wealthy family, who'd just recently been informed of their adoptive status. quite the shock for most people. not to you, though, you didn't really care. besides that, you were summer vacationing with your family.

✿ you were about 20 at the time, it was a bit murky what with the adoption thing and the uh... circumstances around your adoption. satan, demon, immortal, we know the deal.

✿ you met because of your cat. you most beloved companion, dante. every sorcerer needs a familiar, don't they? and dante is more than likely a minor demon of some kind. especially based on how he escaped from the third story window of your summer home, booked it straight into town and to satan, with you having to sprint to catch up to him.

✿ satan was most certainly delighted by the sight of dante coming to greet him, a bit less delighted by an out-of-breath alpha almost running him over to catch the mischievous cat. but once everything was sorted out you had a wonderful time talking about... well, mostly cats.

✿ in satan's humble opinion, anybody who owns a cat is an s-tier person in his opinion. and dante is an excellent cat, so of course he thought of you as the best kind of person. his only complaint came from you falling asleep about half-way through the conversation. there was really no other word to describe satan other than breathtaking. frankly, his pretty eyes are what saved poor dante from the scolding of a life time, and you didn't even have any complaints, especially once you got his number. dante was very proud of that one.

≿━━━━༺❀ asmodeus ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were... well, if you asked your family, they'd say you were the family disappointment. once someone so brilliant, who grew up to be just a bit too weird. not that any of that bothered you all that much, you'd learned to embrace the role of the black sheep a long time ago.

✿ you were 21, had just recently moved away from home to another city, and when i say you were living your life to the fullest, i mean. and of course, asmo is and was never aging.

✿ you were out drinking, partying, just having the time of your life. and also looking for a possible hook up. you ended up at the bar next to asmo, and you shared some flirty banter, you ordered drinks for the both of you, everything was going well. up until some idiot decided to startle you and you punched them in the face.

✿ asmo found the whole thing extremely hilarious and offered for the two of you to go and find some other bar to go have fun in. you did, and though you did not end up hooking up, you had some wonderful conversations about fashion, make-up, and weird creepy crawlies. asmo was surprisingly delighted hearing about your tarantula collection.

✿ oh where was to asmodeus start? you were just perfect, so confident, so calm and collected, with a sensitive delicious soul. everything he could ask for in an alpha really. and despite your flirtations, you seemed more genuinely interested in him as a person. you of course did find asmo genuinely interesting as a person. sure, he was cute and all that, but it was his witty banter and interesting conversation that drew you to him. you felt... needed and wanted when you were around him, more than you'd ever been.

≿━━━━༺❀ beelzebub ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a menace at the time. not like, unlawful menace (for the most part) but you were... let's call it experimenting with life. trying to figure out who you were after years of not having the time for it. and mostly that manifested in driving cross continent with your bike.

✿ you were about 24, having started your travelling just a few months prior after a fall out with your family. and of course, beel, a demon, has no quantifiable age.

✿ you didn't so much meet as much as you crashed into him with your bike, and despite him having to visible signs of damage for some reason, you insisted to frantically apologizing and making sure he was okay. he eventually ended up just asking you to take him to a nearby diner if you really wanted to make it okay.

✿ you spent approximately two hours staring at beel just absolutely devouring food. you think you zoned out at some point. but after that horrifying experience, you ended up giving beel a ride to wherever the fuck he was going, and he decided that you weren't too bad company. [☘]

✿ beel's first impression of you was understandably kind of chaotic. i mean, it's not everyday that someone manages to literally crash into him. and it wasn't until the diner that he decided that you were a good person, after you yelled at a guy harassing a server. you were far too focused on making sure beel was okay to really think about any first impressions (you crashed into him for god's sake, and he didn't have a scratch!). but beyond the empty vacuum of a stomach he had, he seemed pretty nice.

≿━━━━༺❀ belphegor ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were the heir to an old and rich family, the only survivor of your numerous siblings, and also incredibly incredibly lonely. though if we're being very specific, at the time of you meeting belphie, you were sleeping.

✿ you were seventeen at the time, still under the clutches of your family though it wouldn't be more than a few months that you would be a fully fledged adult. belphie was far older than he cared to remember.

✿ as previously mentioned, you were dreaming. very specifically, you were dreaming about a vast desert that reached far into the horizon, where no one else was to bother you. well, no one was supposed to be there, until a very annoying demon decided to crash your one person dream party. literally.

✿ after crashing into you (literally), belphie decided to stay in your dream for a while, confused by the choice of venue. you were initially bit bothered, but as he just kept showing up in your dreams you stopped caring.

✿ belphie thought you were a bit weird. who dreams about empty deserts? but beyond your weird aesthetics, you were fun, a lot more fun than almost anyone in his life. and way more fun than he thought a human could be. originally, belphie was a bother to you. i mean, who crashes someone else's dream? belphie, apparently, though he claimed that he didn't usually. but beyond that one incident (and the next one, and the-), you became rather fond of him the more he kept showing up.

#⚜ garden walks #omegaverse #a/b/o #alpha!reader #x reader #obey me #lucifer #omega!lucifer #mammon #omega!mammon #leviathan #omega!leviathan #satan #omega!satan #asmodeus #omega!asmodeus #beelzebub #omega!beelzebub #belphegor #omega!belphegor #obey me - demon brothers

[garden-of-omegas]

⚜ FIRST MEETING [ARCANA - ROMANCEABLES] ⚜

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characters: asra | nadia | julian | muriel | portia | lucio summary: the details of your first meeting with your future mate. warnings: none? i think. rating: sfw a/n: starting with the basics this time! don't worry about the missing writings, they're not completely gone and will be back sooner or later. i just realized i needed to revise a lot of stuff and i'd rather do that now rather than way later when they're half-lost under everything else.

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≿━━━━༺❀ asra ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a wandering magician, looking for a place to settle down with your familiar, an european badger named ursula. you'd recently arrived at vesuvia, where you were planning to stay for only a few days.

✿ asra was eighteen at the time, and had yet to start his travelling lifestyle. you, on the other hand, claimed to be around the same age though you never mentioned your exact age. however, you were apparently already tired of your travels.

✿ you met asra during a masquerade, the first time you'd ever come to vesuvia. he had set up a little fortune telling booth near the market, and you were wandering around taking in the sights. you happened upon his booth during your wandering, and showed him a few tips to fortune telling after having your own fortune read. asra immediately asked you to teach him more. [☘]

✿ you agreed to teach him a few tricks if he showed you around vesuvia, as you had yet to figure your way fully around. his enthusiasm made you fall in love with vesuvia (and him) and eventually you went on to buy the shop he'd set his booth at.

✿ asra admired you instantly upon meeting you, you were so knowledgeable and wise about magic and the world. spending some time with you let him even see a glimpse behind the gruff look on your face, and he thinks some part of him fell in love with you then. you found asra to be cute, his eternally curious disposition quickly breaking through your usually tough facade. it didn't take long for you to decide that spending more time with the cute omega wouldn't be too bad.

≿━━━━༺❀ nadia ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a magician looking for something shown to you in a vision you'd had. you'd been on the road with your familiar, a jackdaw named camma, for several years at that point. vesuvia was originally just a stopping point for you on your journey.

✿ nadia was twenty at the time, recently engaged to lucio (sort of, anyways...). you were apparently around the same age, though with apparent wisdow beyond your years.

✿ you happened upon nadia in the town square of vesuvia, both of you rather new to the city-nation. she was just leaving her carriage when you'd stopped by to ask her about her clothes and carriage, ever curious about anything new. nadia gladly answered you, drawing you both into a conversation about her home country.

✿ nadia had to eventually leave for her duties, but she invited you over for discussions several times afterwards while you were still in the city. you eventually decided to stay, feeling like vesuvia was where you were meant to be and went on to open your own shop.

✿ nadia thought of you as an interesting person, your curiosity apparent and rather cute. she especially admired your intelligence and talents, making your constant talking far more tolerable than most other people she has to listen to. to you nadia was the most curious thing in the entirety of vesuvia, something about her drawing you to her instantly. you weren't sure if it was her scent, so exotic, or something more magical. regardless, you couldn't wait to get to know more about her.

≿━━━━༺❀ julian ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a magic shop owner in vesuvia, having already settled down some time ago, though you still dreamed about your past of travelling. at least your familiar, an irish wolfhound named calum, was content with it all.

✿ you were both in your mid-twenties, supposedly. it was shortly after the plague started, after you were forced to close your shop and were looking for someway else to help the community.

✿ you ended up at julian's clinic's doorstep unexpectedly, looking to make use of your medicinal magic skills with the help of a real doctor. or, as close to one as you could get. julian opened the door expecting a patient, and instead got a stern looking magician asking to become his assistant. a few flustered stammers later he let you inside.

✿ julian gladly took you in as an apprentice after seeing your work, even with his apprehension towards magic. the two of you got close rather quickly, given how much time you were spending together prior to julian's call to the palace.

✿ after the initial surprise of seeing you on his doorstep, julian couldn't help but think of how pretty you were. a perfect alpha, though he'd never admit that that's what he thought. that, and he couldn't help but admire your talents with medicine. you mostly thought of julian as cute. stammery, dramatic, and extremely cute. a bit odd with his mannerisms, but his dedication to his craft is what really caught your attention. who wouldn't admire such passion for helping people?

≿━━━━༺❀ muriel ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were running a shop in vesuvia, working as a magician and trying to keep your rather new life intact. your familiar, a fallow deer named aldwyn, was especially taking your new city life badly.

✿ you were young adults at the time. your meeting was only shortly after you'd settled in vesuvia and asra started staying with you. not that asra was home at the time.

✿ you were out in the forest looking for herbs with aldwyn, who was leading you to all the best spots. he lead you to a small hut, with all kinds of helpful herbs growing around the area. then you got a faceful of wolf and had to be saved by a large omega smelling like all those herbs.

✿ muriel of course did his best to herd you away from his hut, but being the stubborn idiot that you are you kept returning back. it was the best place for herbs you'd found, and the cute omega was a delightful bonus of course.

✿ muriel mostly thought of you as weird. oh so weird. you were stubborn, oddly cheerful, and despite his gruff personality kept calling him cute. he was sure that inanna had knocked something lose in your head. at least your deer companion was cute. you were enamored with muriel immediately, almost sensing his gentle giant heart. and his grumpy pouts were far too cute to pass up on. so you decided immediately that you'd make it your life mission to bother him at his little hut as much as possible.

≿━━━━༺❀ portia ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a travelling magician at the time, having only recently started your journey with your newly minted familiar, a ferret named leda. though really, you were just an apprenticing magician at the time. [☘]

✿ you were both so young, portia only a little over a decade and you in your early teens. julian had just left nevivon, and portia was still waiting for the day to go after him.

✿ you'd just arrived in nevivon, having heard about their salts and being interested in their possible magical properties. you were looking for someone to show you around when a bushy-haired little girl stepped onto your bath and offered to show you around. you of course took her offer, she was too cute to resist.

✿ portia showed you all around town, and eventually lead you to a place where you could purchase their famed salts. after a few tests, you got them to spark with magic, and it was over for you. portia spent the rest of your visit following you around in hopes of more magic.

✿ you were the most incredible thing portia had ever seen. your grand stories and magic tricks, oh she could just spend all her time listening to them! she was so sad to see you go when you had to leave to continue your journey. you thought portia was just the cutest thing ever, with her wild hair, boundless excitement and little button-nose. and so eager to see more of your magic! you'd never had someone so excited about something that felt so natural to you. you loved that feeling.

≿━━━━༺❀ lucio ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ when you truly first met lucio, you were incomprehensible and unknowning, but that's a memory lucio couldn't have and you lost. so, at the time of your actual first meeting you were a magician masquerading as a doctor.

✿ it was the start of the plague in vesuvia, you were in your mid-twenties and you had just started working at the palace to find a cure for the plague, one of the first to be called upon.

✿ you stepped into the count's bedroom, a few magical books with you and your familiar, a sphynx cat named primavera, hanging off your back. lucio spots you from his pet and calls you a servant, ordering you to bring him some water. he gets a surprise when you start laughing, and conjure a pitcher of magic for him.

✿ you spent most of lucio's early illness with him, taking care of him and trying to find ways to stop the plague from advancing. up until your eventual death you spent most of your waking-time by his side, looking after him and entertaining him.

✿ lucio was at first certain you were a hallucination made up by his illness, no way someone could be so perfect and beautiful. the moment your pissed off face broke into a melodious laughter he fell in love just a little bit. your soul knew he was it, this was it, but you yourself thought of him as a spoiled little brat. but primavera liked him immensely, so you decided that he was fine, and it didn't take that long for you to worm your way under his facade.

#⚜ garden walks #omegaverse #a/b/o #alpha!reader #x reader #the arcana #asra alnazar #omega!asra #nadia satrinava #omega!nadia #julian devorak #omega!julian #muriel #omega!muriel #portia devorak #omega!portia #lucio morgasson #omega!lucio #arcana - romanceables

[garden-of-omegas]

⚜ FIRST MEETING [OBEY ME - DATEABLES] ⚜

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characters: diavolo | barbatos | simeon | solomon summary: the details of your first meeting with your future mate. warnings: depression, therapy, referenced nudity rating: sfw a/n: this ended up being a weirdly heavy one, not entirely even on purpose, but when two of the four portions have to do with mental health heavily that's what ends up happening. thankfully the first and last ones are pretty lighthearted.

~🎕

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≿━━━━༺❀ diavolo ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were living a rather isolated life away from other people with your mother, in a bog filled forest. probably why everyone thought the two of you were witches (not an entirely wrong assumption), and lead to the two of you not really associating with people.

✿ you were fifteen, in the middle of your rebellious phase (that would to your mother's unfortune remain permanently). diavolo was, while in demon terms still pretty juvenile, an endless being.

✿ you were in the middle of your home forest, with some supplies and a book stolen from your mother, attempting to learn to control your magic. it didn't exactly work, and you ended up accidentally summoning diavolo, who was, to put it mildly, confused. you were too to be fair.

✿ diavolo ended up taking quite the liking to your weirdness and after your initial awkward meeting would come by every once in a while to simply spent time with you, leaving your mother very confused. [☘]

✿ diavolo found you to be endearing, what with your reckless but endlessly brave drive to just live. in his eyes, you were an exemplary human. he didn't even mind getting you out of all the trouble you were constantly getting yourself into. mostly you just thought that diavolo was weird, talking about demon-human relations (in a diplomatic sense) and all this crap about peace. so yeah, he was very weird for a demon, but he was the only consistent company you kept so... he was fine.

≿━━━━༺❀ barbatos ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you'd just recently got out of your latest self-isolation slump, after the unfortunate passing of your parents. you were rather used to death at that point, but you were now alone in the world, and that terrified you.

✿ you were 18, barely considered an adult by most people, and even by yourself. it'd been about three months since the funeral. barbatos, well, nobody knows how old he has ever been so...

✿ you were attempting to get out more, though you were still very clearly in the middle of a depression slump as you were sitting in a little corner cafe near your apartment. they had the best tea ever, in your opinion, and you were hoping it would work as a little pick me up. it didn't, at least until an eccentric but cute man sat from across you.

✿ you didn't speak for a little bit after that, but eventually barbatos introduced himself and started chatting with you. you got to know each other rather well, and after you cheered up a bit barbatos left, but weirdly enough a week later showed up at your apartment to cheer you up a little more.

✿ when barbatos saw you sitting alone at that table, looking like a kicked puppy, he couldn't help himself but to try and help you. maybe it was the servant in him, or maybe something deeper, but he felt an immediate connection to you and needed to get you to smile. barbatos was an angel to you, you were (ironically) certain of it. not only did he manage to make you actually smile and laugh for the first time in months, he was so ethereal that you were for a while convinced that you'd made him up.

≿━━━━༺❀ simeon ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were in therapy, to put it simply. it was at the very beginning stages of your road to recovery from years of mistreatment by your family, and you were determined to put your past as far behind yourself as you possibly could.

✿ you were about 20, having recently "ran away" from home and started living on your own. simeon was and is an ageless angel, so nothing new there.

✿ you were standing outside your therapist's office building, debating whether to even go. i mean, how much could some stranger help you anyways? but that was answered when simeon appeared (seemingly from nowhere) and gave you some much needed encouragement to get your life in order and just go.

✿ you 100% didn't expect to see the pretty stranger again after that, but simeon would show up every week right before your appointment to give you even more encouragement and support. initially you began to think he was a stalker of some kind, but after he told you he was your guardian angel you came to the conclusion that he probably also has therapy at this office around the same time as you.

✿ simeon, basically being your guardian angel, had always had a bit of a bias towards you, and that didn't change upon meeting you. despite your wild ways, he couldn't help but admire your determination and dedication to bettering yourself. you were fairly certain simeon was a bit... not there. but he was a good person, always trying to help you in anyway he could. his mere presence started cheering you up, and him being absolutely ethereal wasn't helping your slight crush.

≿━━━━༺❀ solomon ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were considered to be a bit of a scholar at the time, mostly by your association with several italian philosophers and artists, such as leonardo da vinci and michelangelo. you had no opinion the matter, as mostly you were just recovering from the last plague and it's effects.

✿ you had absolutely no idea how old you were at that point, not necessarily because you forgot but more due to the fact that you weren't raised by people who really cared to count such things. solomon at the time was about 2500 years old, give or take some.

✿ you were working as a model for michelangelo for one of his sculptures, which mostly meant sitting in place for six hours a day. you didn't particularly mind though, but when your friend got a visitor in the form of a young man with shocking white hair, you didn't mind the chatting you got into as your friend wasn't one for such things while working.

✿ neither of you realized the other was immortal for a long while after your first meeting, though you'd bump into each other quite often during your stay in florence. you were both rather glad for the intellectual company.

✿ well, solomon's first thoughts were on how absolutely hot you are, seeing as you were basically naked lounging on a settee. but after talking with you for a short while, he came more so to appreciate your endless curiosity and intellect. you thought solomon was kind of weird, but you surrounded yourself with weirdos all the time so you didn't really mind. besides, he was on the smart end of things and if there was anything you appreciated about a person, it was their brain.

#⚜ garden walks #omegaverse #a/b/o #alpha!reader #x reader #obey me #diavolo #omega!diavolo #barbatos #omega!barbatos #simeon #omega!simeon #solomon #omega!solomon #obey me - dateables

[garden-of-omegas]

☘ THE DEVIL AT MY DOOR [DIAVOLO] ☘

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characters: diavolo warnings: some references to bullying, witchcraft rating: sfw a/n: these first meeting one-shots are so short, hope you guys don't mind too much. i'll hopefully make longer ones in the future, or i might at some point switch how i make them.

~🎕

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you open the ragged door to the shack you and your mother call home, finding diavolo standing behind it with a cheerful smile. you frown, slamming the door in his face.

"mom! the devil's at the door!" you shout to your mother, who's brewing something in the kitchen.

"stop calling the mayor that, little dove!" she calls back, to which you scoff. that damn mayor is worse than the devil.

"that's not what i meant!" you shout back before opening the door again. diavolo's still there, waiting patiently. "mom's making love potions, you're gonna have to wait if you wanna talk to her."

diavolo tilts his head, being far too adorable for a literal demon. you don't trust it a bit. "i'm here for you, not your mother, [name]."

"..." you stare at diavolo, squinting a bit. "why?"

"i find you interesting!" diavolo answers. you scoff, but let him in anyways. diavolo happily follows behind you to the dangerous looking stairs standing in the middle of the living room.

"mom, i'm taking the devil to my bedroom!" you shout, and immediately hear something crash in the kitchen. you ignore it and lead diavolo upstairs to your room. diavolo curiously looks around, amazed by how cleanly white everything is. a few black details jump out at him, probably on purpose as they seem to be your personal defects.

"a curious room for a witch's child." diavolo comments, lifting up a small protection bottle sitting on the window pane.

"mom thinks that keeping my room white will make people think that i'm less weird. it doesn't really work, nobody's ever seen it before." you explain, sitting onto your bed. diavolo nods, setting down whatever he's fiddling with now.

you watch him look around, wondering what he's doing here. your initial meeting had been... awkward to say the least. you can't quite comprehend what he's want with you after that disaster.

"soo... want to help me make hex bags to throw at the old women in town?"

diavolo looks far too interested in your words for his own good.

"so, like, she's a total bitch! she keeps finding all my notebooks and writing false spells in them. they're not even convincing! if she wants to bully me she should do it better." you rant to diavolo while stringing up one of the hex bags. diavolo's been listening to your ranting about the people in town for the past two hours, nodding along like he understands anything that's going on. you don't think he does.

"so why are you throwing these at old women instead of this girl?" he asks.

"cause they insult mom, and that's something i won't allow. not on my watch." you point a finger at him for emphasis. "anyways, so last week brittany hid some sage in my locker, like that would get me expelled or something. she's absolutely the worst, so i've decided to trick her into thinking that i've cursed her, i just haven't decided how yet..."

you say goodbye to diavolo at your door, this time closing the door much softer and with a smile on your face. your mother comes out of her room, looking extremely confused.

"who was that?"

"the devil." you answer, not thinking much of it. your mother on the other hand suddenly looks extremely alarmed. "did you know he hates pickles? never would've thought the devil is a picky eater."

"...the mayor dislikes pickles?"

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[garden-of-omegas]

☘ DINNER PLATES [BEELZEBUB] ☘

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characters: beelzebub warnings: references to a bike crash rating: sfw a/n: this was such a silly write, i love beel and his absolute clownery with food. and so does this particular alpha! have fun!

~🎕

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you watched with dinner-plated eyes at the stranger you'd crashed into just an hour ago sitting across from. originally you'd just brought him to the diner in an effort to convince him to let you take him to the hospital, but that had most certainly not happened.

what had happened was a bill that was slowly getting longer and a stack of plates that was slowly getting taller. you'd not even touched your own food, as you were far too busy trying to figure out where all the food on the other side of the table was going. you still hadn't figured it out.

"are you not going to eat that?" beel asks, pointing at your plate. you slowly shake your head, too horrified to speak. beel nods, quickly snatching the plate to him.

you can't remember what you'd ordered.

after another hour of horrified staring and endless eating, you finally managed to shake yourself out of your stupor. "so, uh..." you start, avoiding eye contact as much as you can once beel turns his attention to you. "you going anywhere?"

"to london. i have a... ride home waiting for me there." beel answers. you choose not to comment on the weird phrasing, instead focusing on the fact that you're nowhere near london and beel looked like he was walking there.

"do you have a ride there?" you're kind of scared to ask the question, especially once beel starts to slow down his eating.

"no, i was just going to walk."

your eyes almost pop out of your head. who's making this sweet looking man walk to london to get home?! what kind of person is he to just not question that?!

beel doesn't seem bothered, going back to eating. you really have no idea what to say to any of that.

"would you like a ride? i wasn't going towards london, but i'd feel really bad making you walk after that crash, and i don't really mind going there either-" you start rambling, sort of trying to make up for the whole no words thing. beel interrupts you, raising his hand while his mouth is still stuffed full. once he's done chewing, he answers.

"sure, if you want. i don't mind walking though-" this person is crazy. "-but a ride sounds good too."

"good, good..." you mutter, wondering what the hell is happening to your life.

"here's a helmet for you." you hand over your spare helmet (a garishly yellow and black one, just like your own) to beel, who takes it carefully and sets it on his head. it's only now you realize how tall beel is. it's... kind of hot.

"just, hop on the back and hold onto me, i'd rather not manage to crash with you on the bike too." you laugh, straddling your bike carefully. beel nods, sitting down behind you and hugging you around your middle.

you tense up feeling his hands on your stomach, and you suddenly smell his scent keenly. you flush deeply, holding your breath as your bike roars to life. there's a pretty omega sitting right against you.

how the hell did you end up here?

#⚜ garden walks #omegaverse #a/b/o #alpha!reader #x reader #obey me #beelzebub #omega!beelzebub

[garden-of-omegas]

⚜ FIRST MEETING [ARCANA - COURTIERS] ⚜

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characters: valerius | vlastomil | vulgora | volta | valdemar summary: the details of your first meeting with your future mate. warnings: the courtiers are a warning in on themselves i think. rating: sfw a/n: my randomizer really wanted me to get this done, despite my begging to give me a break to write something else. but here is this group of lovely clowns! i don't know why i chose to do this.

~🎕

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≿━━━━༺❀ valerius ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a magician travelling around as a helper with your familiar, a tibetan mastiff named volney. you'd recently arrived in vesuvia, and were offering your services around the city-nation. you'd taken quite the liking to the place.

✿ you were both young adults, valerius only recently having started in the vesuvian court. you both still had a youthful glow around you, that would soon be gone.

✿ you were called into the palace by the countess, asking for your help with some magical problems they'd been having. in the middle of your conversation with the lovely countess, valerius walked in and proceeded to interrupt the both of you. you'd waved off any apologies from nadia and said that you didn't mind being interrupted by a cute omega.

✿ as it turns out valerius was the one working with you while solving the problem, which means a few weeks of spending time together. and after you set up shop in vesuvia, you'd often end up working with him on something or the other.

✿ valerius thought that you were so annoying. so laidback, so aloof, so... uncaring. and your goddamn dog, always following you around everywhere. well, mostly he was salty about being called a cute omega, but he'd come around to you eventually. you immediately knew valerius was your prime target. for annoying that is. he was just such a cute and easy target, especially as you started working more with him. and volney seemed to like him, so why not you?

≿━━━━༺❀ vlastomil ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you'd just set up shop in vesuvia, settling down with your familiar, a hedgehog named danforth. you'd not yet fully opened up, as you hadn't gotten everything in order. thankfully you had asra as a helper, though at the time he'd just started travelling.

✿ you appeared to be in your twenties, and vlastomil, well... who knows how old he was at that point. but it was before the plague started up, though it wouldn't be long until then.

✿ vlastomil appeared in your shop, with the door locked, asking if you had some very specific ingredients for worm food. you took the break-in rather calmly, that is to say you hit him with a transmutation spell and momentarily turned him into a worm. after calming down, and a few magical words and apologies later you promised to find him the ingredients as soon as possible.

✿ vlastomil kept appearing in your shop every once in a while for more ingredients, which you started just keeping in stock. you didn't really get his thing with worms, mostly just seeing them as food for danforth, but you still listened to his odd ramblings.

✿ vlastomil was delighted by your magics, turning him into a worm? a delight! he only hoped he could have convinced you to do it again. but for now he's content with your devotion to finding his ingredients and your attentiveness to his ramblings. you mostly thought of vlastomil as a weird nuisance, though a surprisingly good conversation partner. you just wished he would actually listen to the shop's opening hours and stop scaring you every time he comes to visit.

≿━━━━༺❀ vulgora ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were still just a travelling magician and hunter, looking for your forever home to settle down in. you had quite the reputation at the time, alongside your familiar, a kestrel named attila, both of you known for your efficiency in hunting all kinds of prey.

✿ you were still a twenty year old, though you'd been a famed hunter for a long time by that point already. and of course with vulgora no one knows their true age.

✿ you'd been hunting some poor soul you'd been hired to find. you found them in the middle of a battlefield, where you confidently walked through all the fighting until you got your sights on your target. aiming your bow, you almost got him if not for vulgora stepping in the middle with a dangerous glint in their eyes. your target got away and you had to stay to battle vulgora away from you.

✿ you kept running into vulgora every once in a while, usually in the middle of your hunts. and they always ruined your hunts in some way or another, usually by drawing you into battle with them. at least one of you was having fun...

✿ vulgora found you so interesting. your confidence in the middle of a bloody battlefield, your absolute focus on your target, oh it was just so beautiful. and the annoyance upon being interrupted, it was almost addicting to them. you absolutely despised them, getting in your way all the time. if you could just get rid of them you would, but nothing you did seemed to kill them. so, mostly they were a huge annoyance to you that you tried to avoid as much as possible.

≿━━━━༺❀ volta ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a magician travelling around the world to learn about different cultures and forests. you'd just arrived in vesuvia with your familiar, a grey squirrel named antonin. at the time you were only planning to stay for a few weeks.

✿ you were in your mid-twenties, having been travelling since you were a teenager. and volta was of course timeless, and probably didn't even know her own age.

✿ you were having a little picnic with antonin in the dark forest. you were just making antonin a chestnut sandwich, when volta appeared from pretty much out of nowhere and asked if she could have any snacks you might have. you gladly invited her to join your picnic, and pulled out an impossible amount of extra food from your bag, to her utter delight and amazement.

✿ you'd come across volta many times after during your stay in vesuvia, mostly due to your habit of finding places to picnic. and once you settled down in the city-nation, she'd often end up at your dinner table to asra's utter confusion.

✿ volta was convinced you were an angel of some kind, oh so kind and generous. you didn't yell at her, you didn't kick her, you simply smiled and chatted with her about whatever happened to come to your mind. you mostly considered volta to be a cute little dove that fluttered to your picnic blanket, and like many other critters before her you were glad to indulge her. and then she turned out to be just so nice and silly, you couldn't help continuing to indulge her.

≿━━━━༺❀ valdemar ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you don't quite remember who you were anymore, it was such a long time ago. someone different, of that you're certain, and a familiar sight to death. you're not certain you were even human yet back then.

✿ valdemar had yet to become a demon, and had just recently started their training as a doctor. vesuvia wasn't even a thing back then, and wouldn't be for centuries.

✿ you'd been bleeding out on the side of the road, though you weren't particularly worried about dying. it wasn't that permanent for you anyways. just as you started feeling faint, a lithe figure appeared above you and started trying to resuscitate you, frantically trying to convince you that you'd be fine. and you did end up being pretty fine, after passing out though.

✿ you woke up in valdemar's caravan, and ended up staying with them for a few months while you recovered. you taught them some things about magic, and even after your paths parted you saw them every once in a while during your travels.

✿ back then valdemar was a bit too focused on saving your life to pay any mind to what they thought of you, but after dragging you into their caravan they realized just how beautiful you were, even bathed in your own blood. and then you just turned out to be fascinating. you were most grateful for valdemar's help, even if it wasn't technically needed. they were so curious and kind back then, that you couldn't help but want to stay for as long as you could. some part of you wished to forever be around them.

#⚜ garden walks #omegaverse #a/b/o #alpha!reader #x reader #the arcana #valerius #omega!valerius #vlastomil #omega!vlastomil #vulgora #omega!vulgora #volta #omega!volta #valdemar #omega!valdemar #arcana - courtiers

[garden-of-omegas]

☘ FORTUNE'S LUCK [ASRA] ☘

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characters: asra warnings: none? rating: sfw a/n: this took a surprisingly long time, and yet a surprisingly short time. anyways, first one-shot is here! asra and his alpha's first meeting is here, and oh how cute it is! enjoy~

~🎕

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the vesuvian masquerade was... something else. the sights and colors were intense and prevalent around every corner, to the point where ursula was driven into your arms and was refusing to leave. you weren't a big fan either, especially of the noise, but at least it was all pretty. and the market was incredible to boot.

you were browsing some exotic teas that you hadn't seen in years when quiet chatter reached your ears. a fortune telling booth at the edge of the market, now that was something you wanted to see.

you weaved through the crowd, until you set your sights on a fluffy head of hair at a little booth, shuffling cards. you stare at the sight for a long time, entranced by the pretty person running the booth. ursula's squirming eventually broke you out of stupor, though only once she managed to escape from your arms.

she quickly bolted over to the fortune teller, snuffling at his coat curiously. you run after her, already with an apology on your lips, but you stop as a little lavender snoot peers from the coat.

"friend?" a cute voice asks, the snake's head tilting curiously.

"friend!" ursula cheers. you sigh, letting your familiar get acquainted with her new friend. instead you focus on the fortune teller, who's looking back at you with curious and warm eyes. you feel your cheeks warmen.

"good evening. i heard you were a fortune teller?" you question, your gruff voice seemingly making the fortune teller flush.

"yes. are you interested in a reading?" he answers, lifting his cards just a little bit. you nod, sitting at the small rickety chair in front of his booth. his face lights up, getting back to shuffling his cards. "can i have your name?"

"[name]." he nods, spreading out his cards on the table, somewhat clumsily. he must still be a novice magician.

"pick three cards, any that may call to you." he advices, leaving you a bit confused. you tilt your head, observing him a bit. hmm... he must not have a master to teach him, or his master is absolutely garbage. regardless you pick out three of the surprisingly beautiful and powerful cards.

the high priestess. the fool. the lovers. all upright.

you smile, feeling the spirits of the cards near. the fortune teller examines the cards for a moment, nodding to himself.

"you've been led here by your intuition, for a reason unknown to you. all will be revealed soon. a new journey is soon starting for you, you should not fear it. a new important relationship is in your future." he prattles off, sounding quite sure of himself despite the book text content of his answer.

"interesting." you mutter, petting ursula who comes by to snuffle your hand for treats. after getting none, she trots over to the fortune teller to snuffle his pockets. you pull out your own tarot deck from your bag, setting it on the table to his confusion. "could i read your fortune in exchange?"

"uh, sure..." his magic-purple eyes swim with confusion, looking from you to your deck. you smile softly.

"may i have your name?"

"asra..." you nod, shuffling your deck with swift hands. asra tilts his head while observing, reminding you of a little fox.

"is there anything specific you'd like to know?" you ask, now in turn catching asra off guard.

"um... not really, can you just do a generic one?" he asks, looking more and more unsure of what's happening. you on the other hand, nod assuredly. you spread out the deck in your hands, offering it up to him.

"three cards, please." asra hesitantly picks out three cards, setting them down in front of you. you set the rest of the deck aside, and focus on the first card.

wheel of fortune, reversed. you listen to her voice, the words flowing through your mind.

"forces outside of your life have lead you down the path you are on right now. this is not a failure on your part, simply the way of the world. someday you will see why."

you turn over the second card, finding the magician immediately chattering to you. upright, how delightful.

"you have something you want, you should embrace any opportunities that come your way, they won't last forever. look for magic in your everyday life, it's everywhere."

the last card. the lovers, upright. you flush slightly, both of them teasing you about the cute omega sitting across from you.

"connections play an important part in your future, but you should watch how you let them affect you and your life. communication may prove to be difficult, but giving up is not the solution."

asra stares at you for a while, astonishment on his face. you blink, not having expected such a reaction.

"how did you... do that?" he eventually asks.

"do what?" you tilt your head.

"come up with all that." he clarifies, to which you snort out a slight laugh. ursula immediately responds by laughing herself.

"i don't 'come up with all that'." you explain. "they talk to me. i'm just the messenger for their words."

"please teach me how!" asra springs up from his seat, leaning down to look you directly into your eyes. you blink, and laugh a bit again.

"sure, if you show me around. i'm new to vesuvia you see, and i'd love to have someone who was born here show me around." you negotiate, causing asra's eyes to widen even more.

"how did you-?"

"i might teach you later." you wink, getting up from your seat. asra is left staring up at you, even as you wait up for him a few steps away. "coming?"

"absolutely!"

you smile as asra runs over, his excited energy infecting you. you can't wait to see what becomes of this new partnership.

#⚜ garden walks #omegaverse #a/b/o #alpha!reader #x reader #the arcana #asra alnazar #omega!asra