#they are an angst monarch

[milophiliac]

Porter Solaire x GN! Reader 0.7 k words Genre: Uhh hurt/comfort? Or just comfort? Warnings: Not proofread

"So you're leaving? Just like that? Porter I know I said I was okay with us being... whatever, for just that night. But when you invited me to that summit thing, and when we started talking a lot more, I thought that meant that.. we were... something more. Something more than just a one night thing, okay?" Their voice cracked. Treasure, much like their name suggested, meant the world to Porter. Sure, he'd just met them about a month ago, but that one month, his life seemed almost bearable.

"Treasure, you and I both knew that I wasn't going to be staying in Dahlia forever-" He gently started. "-Don't," they cut him off, "just don't bother. It's fine, Porter. I'm fine." They exhaled shakily before leaving his place. Two days later, Porter couldn't get it off his mind, the way their eyes dimmed when he told them that he was leaving Dahlia. His heart burned, when he thought of the look of despair that was etched onto their features right before they left. He had to do something about it, but what could he possibly do? He had 3 days before he left, time wasn't exactly on his side. He texted them, but no avail. 4 texts, no reply back, he was left on read. He tried calling them, but yet again his efforts were ignored as they just declined all calls. They were upset.

That's what led to a very sunburnt looking Porter showing up at their doorstep at 12 noon that day. Treasure's eyes widened in concern as they dragged him in and towards the living room. "Why did you?! Porter oh my god-" They rushed as they closed all the blinds. "Porter, you could've just come over at night-" Their tone was panicked. "What do vampires even do in situations like this- Does ice work? You're red all over," concern laced their tone as they walked to the freezer to get an ice bag. They rushed back to the living room and gently held the ice pack against his face. "Why did you come here?" Porter gently flashed them a toothy grin, the first time he'd smiled after they left his place. "I'm sorry. I missed you." They lightly sighed as their eyes teared up, without another word, they wrapped their arms around his neck and hugged him. They sobbed lightly and sniffled, "you didn't have to do this at like... the sunniest time of the day y'know," they complained. "Well, I was hoping you'd see my very sunburnt face and feel some form of pity," he chuckled. They punched him lightly and chuckled through a sob. "I'm sorry I didn't answer your texts... or calls," they sniffled. "I just, I don't want to see you go so soon," they sighed. Porter's eyes softened with concern, "hey, I'll come back, every once in a while." Their brows furrowed as their lip quivered, "But then we won't have what we have now." "Hey," his voice softened. "I know, treasure, I really do, but, Dahlia isn't my home. Not anymore at least," he said softly, "I will be back, just for you." Treasure sniffled as they looked at him, "You promise?" He looked at them, a slight smile gracing his features, "Yes, I do. I promise." "You looks like a wreck," they sniffled. "I know, treasure," he smiled as he grabbed the ice pack and placed it on his face, "feel like one too," he chuckled. They sighed, "you didn't need to do all this... for me. I would've accepted your apology just as fine during the night, y'know," treasure rolled their eyes, "you always had a flair for theatrics huh?" He gave them an amused smirk, "One, I had to apologize right now, it was the only thing on my mind from last night. And two, yes I do." Treasure leaned in and closed their eyes, taking the cue, Porter closed the gap and gently kissed them, his hands gently caressing their neck. They pulled back before looking into his eyes, "I love you," they said softly before leaning back in to kiss him. "I love you too, treasure," he replied with a smile as his hands hugged their waist.

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#redacted asmr #redacted audio #porter solaire #redacted porter #porter x reader #redacted monarchal summit #porter solaire x reader #redacted fluff #redacted comfort #redacted angst #redactedaudio #redactedverse #redactedasmr

[helixcraft]

The event is ending in a couple of hours and I'm not ready I want them BACK

#✁ | freshly decorated | ✃ #DUDE I've literally maxed them out so fast (insanity) and like I'm F2P like I literally went out of my way to save up crystals for once #maxed them out like a couple of days in the event #JUST... THE MAGIC CANDY #DEVSIS IS BULLYING ME #they are soooooo #the angst #DELICIOUS #I NEED TO KNOW MORE #DEVSIS YOU. #abyss monarch cookie #octopus cookie #cookie run fanart #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak

[gale-gentlepenguin]

"Just because you're unhappy doesn't mean I have to be too." -Adrien to Gabriel, most certainly

The words echoed in the main hall of the Agreste mansion.

The quiet mansion fell even more silent. Adrien felt shocked by his own statement. Did he really say that to his father?

“Adrien.” His father spoke up, his tone clearly trying to push past his shock and reel back control. “I am your father…”

“Then maybe start acting like one!” Adrien snapped.

Gabriel felt his hand shake behind his back.

“What has gotten into you?”

Adrien thought about it for a moment. This was it, it was his chance to tell his father how he felt. For some reason he never had the chance to let him know, he always built up confidence only for it to shrink right after his father spoke. But right now, he was not going to back down.

“Why can you never let me be happy!? Everything I want to do or try is always turned down. It’s only when you have some sort of alternative or convenience that I ever get a modicum of joy. I thought things were different, I thought you were finally changing… I thought maybe you were ready to try and be my dad again.”

Gabriel watched his son’s expression shift. He could see the frustration in his son’s eyes.

“Why can’t you let me be with Marinette?” The question had tears welling in Adrien’s eyes.

Gabriel felt himself pause for a moment. But it was at that moment he realized that this was something he could use.

Gabriel’s expression shifted to sorrow. He covered his face and turned away, as if to weep.

“I have failed you my son! I’m sorry.”

Adrien’s drive felt halted by the sight of his father supposedly crying.

“Father?”

“I am dying Adrien.”

The statement shook Adrien.

“What?”

Gabriel removed his glove to reveal the blackened skin.

“I’m on borrowed time. Everything I had been doing was to prepare you for… for the inevitable.”

“Papa please tell me you are joking.”

“I wish I was but there is nothing I can do. Soon, I and Nathalie will depart from this world.”

“Nathalie? She’s sick too.”

“Yes Adrien… it’s the same disease that took your mother. There is no cure.”

“That can’t be true! There has to be something I can do!” Adrien felt his heart sink, he felt the horror of the situation hit him like a truck.

“I’ve been searching for a cure… and it’s impossible, unless…”

“Unless what?!”

Gabriel smiled darkly for a moment, before shifting to his sorrowful expression and turning to his son.

“Do you remember that book I had in the safe?”

Adrien paused for a moment, remembering that misadventure.

“In it there is a way… two magical items needed to grant a wish.”

Adrien realized what his father was saying.

“The miraculous…”

“Yes… the miraculous are the only way to save me… save us.”

Adrien took a step back.

“But… the miraculous are dangerous… monarch is after them! He wants to use the power to wish…”

“Wish for his family to return. That’s all he ever wanted.”

The final pin dropped. Adrien understood the situation. All the cards were on the table, Gabriel’s last emotional punch.

“You’re monarch….” Adrien stumbled backwards. Falling on the ground.

“Adrien…. Please. Help me end all of this. Help me make us a family again. That wish will fix everything.”

Adrien felt his heart rip in two as he saw his father’s pleading…

He started to try and get up… to run away. He needed to get out of there!

“As your father… I ask you to stay.”

Adrien felt his muscles freeze…. He couldn’t move. Why was he unable to move!?

“Help me get Ladybug and chat noir’s miraculous… and once it’s finally over we can all be happy.”

Adrien noticed his father touching the ring. This wasn’t his father begging him… it was an order. He felt his body being compelled to obey.

“Plagg… help…” he whispered as he felt his will being sapped.

“Tell me you will hel….” Gabriel’s expression stopped as he saw a kwami fly out of his son’s jacket.

“Cataclysm!”

Plagg touched Gabriel’s forehead before he could even respond.

“No!”

His face started to turn black much like his arm… but this spread rapidly and instantly Gabriel dropped to the floor and turned to ash leaving his clothes and rings…

Adrien was gasping for air… his father was controlling him, his father was monarch, he was a sentimonster, and … his father was gone.

#miraculous ladybug #ml #ml ficlet #this turned into angst #tw: character death #sentitheory #Adrien agreste #Plagg #Gabriel agreste #monarch

[the-meme-monarch]

Wait, what happened to Cap'n's neck? Looking back on the first turntable picture the crack is visible, but nothing is mentioned about it.

it's part of a headcanon/story I'm writing that's very personal to me so I'm not sure I want to share very much other than bits that are maybe funny or out-of-context enough👍 but basically he got strangled and it left marks

#maybe one day ill share it but as it stands now. not really #its just a big 'what of i traumatized my favorite character with my worst nightmare scenario and his siblings by proxy' #to heal? idk. i made up a guy to get mad at #the monarch's court #it’s like 10 chapters and like. entirely abt learning to handle it and heal from it. so it’s not just. angst #sorry I feel the need to defend myself for something I haven’t even told you the premise

[tea-the-not-understanding]

To whom ever send me the song, fuck you, you got me in tears.

@abyss-monarch-cookie-simp fuck you

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cookierun ovenbreak #cookie run fanart #electric eel cookie #abyss monarch cookie #angst #sad #my art #arts #my arts #fav

[miraculousfanworks]

Fanfiction Prompt

Gabriel would never have done it in any imaginable scenario. She was a former hero! Why did he think it was a good idea? Was it because he knew her creativity better than anyone besides her own parents? Her drive to succeed, and the deep love he knew she harbored for his son? In truth he had no other choice of successor; He knew he didn’t have much more than a week left, and passing this to Adrien would break him. He could never know. “Miss Dupain-Cheng, would you please follow me?” Gabriel asked softly, before disappearing beneath the floor of his study.

Prompt by Kektagon

#miraculous fanworks #miraculous ladybug #ml #miraculous #mlb #writing prompt #prompt #miraculous prompt #ml prompt #marinette dupain cheng #gabriel agreste #miraculous identity reveal #ml identity reveal #identity reveal #hawkmoth #miraculous monarch #ml monarch #monarch #angst

[thescarsilivewith-if]

HISS

No! My supposed heartwarming ask! How did it turn out this way?! 💢 Cue the obligatory, overdramatic, rant at author for being a great, sneaky devil

Okay, since you wrote it way too well it hurts, don't hurt Naja more pls pls. No, hurt them a bit more I'll let this creative, twisted piece of yours slide for now 👀

So. Monarch stays with them throughout the night and cleans their tear-tricken cheeks. And when Naja wakes up, the Monarch will be the first person they will see, hugging them protectively close to their chest.

"Naja..." The Monarch starts, remorse and hesitation flickering across their face. "Will you give me another chance? To make you happy and feel at home? But I understand if you don't want to after... after you've been through. I'm very sorry. You deserve to be loved and treated better, and I haven't done a good job giving what you deserve."

They nod.

Though, once again, it is mechanic. Devoid of any real emotion, as the rest of their body lays on your chest, spent.

They breathe slowly while they wake up, curling up a bit more against you. You hold them, gently because it's what they need and deserve.

This kind of apology won't work. Your words hold no weight, for you promised the same thing years ago and you ended up breaking it.

You can't apologise with words. You will need to prove them, day by day, that you change. You can only hope that it's not too late, that what you tore can be mended.

"We can stay here today," you murmur, softly petting Naja. They let themselves be held, weakly clinging to you.

#anon ask #ro: naja #once again a bit of angst mixed in #because the monarch literally did the worst thing possible to naja

[burningstarfishqueen]

a fallout fic, for the season five finale

He wasn’t alone. Adrien perched at the edge of the couch, Marinette lounging beside him. She’d finally relaxed. Graceful fingers played across her controller. Her chest rose and fell smoothly, a bit of her shirt wrinkling with each easy breath. 

Victory sounded. 

“Ha!” Her lipgloss shone in the sunlight. “Were you even trying?” 

He wanted to kiss her, but she’d been shy since their first. “Alas, your beauty overwhelms me effortlessly!” Hand clasped to his heart, he flopped into the pillows. 

“You’re such a dork.” 

“Your dork.” 

She leaned in. The bars on his window cast a shadow over her face. He reached out like it was a stain he could clean. His fingers brushed her skin and he could feel her shaking. His hand fell away. 

“Marinette-”

“When did it get so late? Time passes so quickly around you, Adrien. I have somewhere to be.” 

A glance at the clock showed it was patrol. He did need her to leave, but not like this. He caught her wrist in the gentlest hold. “Come by tomorrow?” 

“Of course.” She smiled brightly. “I love you, Adrien. Isn’t it great how everything worked out like this?” Lips pressed to his cheek in a lukewarm kiss. “Bye!” 

The way she ran brought back the first weeks of their relationship, when his touch triggered her and she fled from him. 

At least he had to meet Ladybug. Transforming, he escaped through the bars and vaulted to their meeting point. He sat down to wait for her. 

His father’s statue cut the sky like Chloé’s had, but Miraculous Ladybug wouldn’t whisk this one away. An eternal memory of the night his father died defeating Monarch. He’d thought he’d grieve more. Instead, the summer sun chilled him and a weight stayed in his stomach. He’d sobbed in Marinette’s arms the first day, but since then he couldn’t feel the right pain. 

Gabriel Agreste was a good man. He’d been right to call Chat an uncontrolled child. In his mind, he’d dared think his father was abusive. What sort of son thought that? He’d been ready to cataclysm him. 

His father was the kind of person who stood with Ladybug against Monarch, while Adrien, the superhero, crumbled alone in a white cell. 

Feet tapped on the rooftop behind him. He rearranged his features and turned to see her. Ladybug’s expression was unreadable, her face raised to the statue. 

“Hey, Bug.” 

A flinch. “Mon chatounet.” She offered her hand and he took it. 

They stood side by side, looking up. Chat’s lip twisted. 

“We should patrol,” she said. 

“There isn’t much to do anymore. Not after he saved us from Monarch.” 

“Are you mad at him?” 

Why had there been so much venom in his voice? His fingers clenched. “Why would you think that?” 

She laughed. “Nobody’s mad anymore. The world’s been great since I defeated Monarch. We, I mean. Gabriel Agreste and I!” 

“He helped you.” 

Her arms crossed over her chest as she twisted away. “That happened.” 

Frustration built in his throat. 

“Everything’s good again,” she said, “since he was so trustworthy.” 

He spat out the words: “I don’t believe you.” 

Slowly, Ladybug’s head tipped up. His father smiled down on her. 

“I’m right.” 

Her head shook, frantic. 

Chat put a hand on her shoulder and he was thrown on his back. Ladybug was above him, palms pressed to her ears. “Sorry!” 

Her lies, her new fears, even the way she stood added up to one thing. “He took your Miraculous.” 

She swallowed. “He made the Wish.” 

“For Maman. Père is Monarch.” His lungs didn’t have enough air. “Then how did he die?” 

Her breath hitched. He followed her eyes to the Black Cat ring. 

His body moved on its own, legs carrying him to the edge. 

“Chaton-”

He hardly heard her. 

Dropping into the square, he stood at his father’s feet, craning his neck to try to see his face. It was too far. 

“Cataclysm.” 

Rot ripped through the statue in moments. If only it could’ve killed the real thing so quickly. Magic ripped into the ground. It’d leave a scar. 

Ashes rained around Chat Noir, thick enough to blot out the sun. 

#adrien agreste #chat noir #marinette dupain-cheng #ladybug #adrinette #gabriel agreste #monarch #ml season 5 #ml s5 spoilers #ml re-creation #ml recreation #ml re-creation spoilers #ml recreation spoilers #post season 5 #angst #hurt no comfort #miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #ml fanfic

[manawari]

Beast Monarch!Baek Yoon-ho × Choi Jong-in

Okay, so here me out:

Baek Yoon-ho got sent to Earth to observe the humans and the hunters, wanting to know how strong have they gotten, so that the monarchs would be prepared for an upcoming war.

He then ended up meeting Chou Jong-in at the library. Yoon-ho sensed an incredible mana in him and from then, he knew the red-haired was one of the strongest hunters.

Baek Yoon-ho was just minding his business, but then again, he ended up getting into an argument with Choi Jong-in, which somehow ignited something in him that felt satisfaction seeing the hunter become aggravated at him.

He had some banters with his fellow monarchs before, namely Querehsha in terms of her insects, but Choi Jong-in felt quite different. It made Baek Yoon-ho become interested with humanity even more.

Enemies-to-lovers bc it can't be Yoon-ho × Jong-in without the arguments!

#real angst comes when the monarchs interfered and yoon-ho will be forced to choose #bonus if jong-in had discovered it all and felt so betrayed (especially when he was just starting to fall) #solo leveling #baek yoon ho #choi jong in

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

okay but what if empurata Bumblebee AU mixed with the monarch AU ? ( no idea how to word it better sorry )

No no, I understand exactly what you mean. And I AM HERE FOR IT.

It plays out something like this; Bumblebee runs away from home to join the autobots, he goes to bootcamp, accuses Wasp of being a decepticon, Wasp goes to jail for some time before the autobots figure out that nah, this dude ain’t no decepticon and so to punish Bee for wasting their time and ‘false accusations’ they perform empurata on him.

Normally it’s a decision that takes a long time to reach, with a bunch of paper work and bureaucracy to go through in order to even consider performing it but this one time Longarm (aka Shockwave) manipulated the system so that no high ranking autobot got to review it and so Bumblebee was subjected to empurata.

Now, Bumblebee still wants to be an autobot, even after this terrible thing was done to him but part of him is just to ashamed to return home to his Creator because they warned him about the autobots but he didn’t listen. If he went home now and they saw what had happened to him he’s afraid they’ll be mad at him (they would never but Bee’s not thinking logically).

When Monarch finds their son and sees what has happened to him they are going to fucking FLIP. They are angrier than they have ever been before, even more than they were at Megatron. Not at Bumblebee of course but at those that performed the empurata; the autobots. And once Megatron learns that Bee is his grandson, oh jeez, prepare for fucking WAR.

#transformers imagine #transformers animated #monarch #bumblebee #megatron #angst #monarch au #empurata bumblebee au

[leckyes]

Okaaay everyone, let's check up the list again:

1. Phone, laptop or whatever you are using to watch this

2. Your Oc's outfits

3. Fancy drink in a fancy glass or cup

4. Comfy space to be

5. Tissues just in case

Ready? No? Me neither, we just gotta wait now :')

#redacted audio #redactedverse #Monarchal Submmit #Solaire clan #Solaire #drama #hope everything goes OK #maybe with just some angst cause you know #to make it better (?)

[gale-gentlepenguin]

you're the best worst!!! what happens after they beat chat??? does adrien return or is he completely gone?!?

Well if I was going to be kind. Defeating Dark Monarch and destroying the Butterfly miraculous in order to dispel Gabriel's influence would be able to do the trick.

or I could be completely evil and Have Gabriel completely erase Adrien as it is revealed that Sentimonsters dont have souls and are only emotions given form. Thus even if there was a wish, it wouldnt be able to bring him back

#miraculous ladybug #ml angst #how evil could I be #ml au angst #dark monarch

[sevenyeargap]

fatigay >>> sevenyeargap

thank you SO MUCH @officialbillyjoel !!!!!!!!!

#i am now the official reigning monarch of 7yg angst >:)))) hehehhehe #url change #🦔 : chatters

[starfall-spirit]

Break on Me

@marichatmay Prompt: Nightmare

TW: Mention of torture. Nothing Graphing. This is from my Hint of Darkness AU but it can be read as a standalone.

Summary: Cat Noir comforts Marinette after she wakes from a nightmare.

AN: This kind of went from "Nightmare Prompt" to an angst spiral, so...

In the aftermath of Monarch’s reign, to say the people of Paris were haunted was an understatement. 

Months of terror turned into years and Monarch's desperation only grew as his akumas failed him in recovering the miraculous. With each new attack, his morality crumbled until there was nothing inside of him but darkness and desperation. That desperation pushed his akumas to new heights, claiming one innocent life after the next. The people of Paris hated their heroes for not saving them. The spiral seemed never-ending and Cat Noir remembered all too well, watching his partner's determination flag on the worst days.

He thought they were the worst. But then she had fallen off of that high-rise. And that started a whole new hellscape he could only be blamed for. If he'd opened his eyes years ago, it could have all been over then. Now, their enemy was dead, and his partner... His partner wouldn't say more than a few words to anyone but him. She'd been the perfect hero. And in the end it had broken her. Physically and mentally. Months later the cuts had scarred over and the broken bones had healed, but her mental health was another mess altogether.

And even when she'd told him just two days ago to leave her be and stop his coddling, he found himself tapping on the skylight separating her bedroom from her balcony. Trixx phased through the glass. "You'd better come in." He opened the panel and dropped down onto Marinette's bed. She was curled against the headboard, a swarm of seventeen kwamis trying to quietly comfort her. They parted as he approached, revealing red eyes and hair frizzy from tossing in her sleep. "She just woke up," Trixx warned him, close by his head.

He nodded. "Marinette, can I lay beside you?" He could guess well enough from the wounds he found on her those months ago just how much she had endured during her time in his father's lair. The touch aversion it had brought was unsurprising, even if it broke her parents' hearts. The last thing he wanted to do was be another person who crossed her boundaries. So even if she let him trace those scars when she was in a better state of mind, he would not make assumptions now. "Marinette, I want to help. Tell me what you need."

She finally dragged her eyes up to his. "Can you lay with me?"

He nodded, settling in beside her and letting her shift into his arms. "You got out, Marinette. We beat him. It's over."

"When I wake up in the dark I think I'm there again. I think I always will. I—I don't want to talk about it."

"Marinette, is it because you aren't ready or because I'm his son?"

"I will never hold that against you, Adrien."

"No. But I do think you pity me for it, despite your claims. He had not acted as a father in years, Marinette. When he—" She tensed in his arms as if she was bracing for a trigger word. "I felt no grief when he died."

"I'm not ready," she confessed. "And..."

She did not want to worsen the guilt he felt for not finding her before things got as bad as they did. For telling his father when Marinette was almost fatally injured at the same time Scarabella replaced Ladybug. For putting her in his path by hosting the party to celebrate her recovery. No matter her feelings on the matter, he would never forgive himself for that. "I'm so tired of being strong." Her voice cracked. "My parents don't want me anywhere near a miraculous after all of this. Even the other holders wouldn't understand. And I'm so, so tired of saying I'm okay."

He held her tighter. "I think they would, in a way. If you let them try to understand. Your parents... Your parents will always want to protect you, Marinette. Even from your own decisions if they put you in danger. Them knowing the truth about you—about what we do—will always keep a barrier between you, I think."

"That's no way for a family to live. Lying to them was better than this, Cat. What kind of person does that make me? To prefer lying to my own flesh and blood?"

He pulled back, cupping her face. "There's nothing wrong with you, Marinette. You made a mistake that put you between a rock and a hard place. Whether you open up or never say another word about your guardianship to them, the choices you made to protect them will never reflect on you and your morality. Right now, more than anything, you need to focus on your health. So you can open up and let them into this part of your life, or you can keep them sheltered. Just remember, you can always break on me, m'lady."

She nodded. "I think that decision can wait for another day. At least the morning."

He smiled, kissing her brow. "And that's just fine."

#miraculous ladybug #marichatmay2023 #marichat #post reveal #post monarch defeat #marinette's mental health is shit poor baby #angst

[pollyna]

im just saying think about them unable to dance at balls for men cannot dance throw a bit of class in there too and a Nobel Duke like Kazansky shouldn't be as close to the common knight he keeps by his side

I'm going to put the two of them together hdjdjd

To be really honest i never thought about it bc I'm not a big fan of royal au? Knowing myself I would probably end up writing an over detailed ff about the color of Ice's jacket or why some type of foods can't be added to the menu and i would loose myself describing shit nobody cares about? Or, on the other side, the fic would end with one or both of them without their head.

But, on the other hand, your idea is really cute so lemme add just this:

- Tom's father takes him to the ball because he needs him to find a wife (you're 27 Thomas, you're old and childless, a disgrace to this family!) and the takes Mav with him;

- he knows Mav since forever and the day he was chosen as his personal knight? Tom kissed him the moment everybody was out of the room;

- they can't fucking dance together, hold hands or generally do nothing (bc u know not everybody is the fucking brother of some king) but Tom can't and won't let Mav stay outside in the cold;

- people will probably talk but nothing is happening and yes, that's Duke Mitchell's kid what a disgrace and bla bla bla. Tom doesn't really care. But then a song they dance in Tom's private chambers starts and a woman asks Tom to dance on it and he can't say no because his father is just a step away to lose it. So he dance with her, makes meaningless conversation and tries to remember that is just a dance, not a death sentence. The song stops and starts again but he excuses himself because he needs a little air. Mav follows him and they find a little alcove where nobody can see them and they dance together, kissing softly until the very last note.

#hi 'nonny sorry if the post isn't as long as i normally tend to full them dudjdj #royal au #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #duke tom kazansky #knight pete mitchell #some fluff and some angst #remember kids the only good monarch is the dead one

[thescarsilivewith-if]

I'm fine with the angst, but there is a limit to how the Monarch can treat their consorts (in the harem route). Even if their mother was like that, at least she didn't disrespect nor make her consorts feel like they are worthless? To not give love from the start of the marriage to the end, is far less cruel than giving love to someone so much at first (looking at you Naja angst lovers) and suddenly just stopping, without an explanation, knowing far too well how they are,how they were raised, how they think.

Personally, my Monarch will either decide to be fair and give all of their consorts equal love,care and attention (be it platonic or romantic) or they will stay monogamous with Naja.

(ngl, if the monarch is not a good spouse to their first consorts, I dread what's to come for the other consorts)

This.

#i 100% agree #so much worse than the queen #especially since the monarch knows naja's upbringing and circumstances #i love angst too but daamn