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yandere eckles headcanon of vilaines are destined to die please?????

(Warnings: Non-con, sexism from Eckles towards women of Eorka, slavery, etc, physical abuse..? Implications of it, atleast. forced marriage and implications of torture Eckles escapes before Penelope buys him, so Eckles doesn't meet Penelope, ever. Made it gn!reader, as much as possible)

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Yandere!Eckles HCs

𓏵 Eckles, a slave brought from the defeated empire Delman. While in the auction ring, before he was to be sold. He learnt to manipulate his owners, being sweet and sincere and pitiful. Letting the female servants use him as they pleased when their husbands clearly didn't care enough to fuck them properply. He wasn object, of-course.

𓏵 He let them ride him, use his mouth all to somehow learn of things arounds. Of-course, it was some stupid bimbo, young and naïve and a bit too obnoxious, arrogant and pretentious. Kept talking while she rode him, her hands on his waist as Eckles clearly had the urge to slit her throat, but didn't. Of-course she didn't notice when he stole the bracelet which is used to control him with the marble on his collar.

𓏵 Yandere! Eckles who escapes and roams the streets, hair dyed with cheap washable dyes and prefers being homeless to being a slave. Hatred against Eorka still strong in his blood and veins. Until he meets you. A little darling with a heart too pure, who feed the homeless whenever you could. Then he feels that Eorka wasn't as bad..probably.

𓏵 Yandere Eckles who always stays out of your sight and eyes. You had no idea he even existed, until one day you visit the temples late at night and as you're leaving hurriedly. You happen to get kidnapped, you had no idea who Eckles even was. Not that he minded, he liked if you know less.

𓏵 Yandere Eckles who'd use his diplomacy, administrative knowledge to take over whatever you own, any assets, any thing saleable and all financial help, in form of anything. Of-course undermines you and keeps you locked up for multiple days with no help until he finally visits.

𓏵 Eckles softly keeps you tied up, but in almost intimate clothing, the more revealing the better, but not totally naked. Only similar to what spouses should wear around each other. He had a certificate made, got your thumb print. Didn't even need a wedding. You're just his. He's seen you for so long and he wants you. He's your husband now and that's enough.

𓏵 Eckles who never lets you leave or even properly unties you completely. He does your hair, brushes your teeth, bathes you and all and has mana covering your place so you'd never leave and even if you did, you'd somehow return back home. He clearly couldn't stand if those Eorkans did something to you. Be it with their eyes, words or actions.

𓏵 Eckles who'd force out anything he wants to know about you, be it torture and all. But then he's all soft, stroking your cheek and kissing your head and gently treating any wound or bruise he may have caused to you. He'd even make you foods you like that you told him reluctantly.

𓏵 He very obviously hates that you're form Eorka, in his head, you could only belong to the heavens or something. Eorka is a place of filths and grimes and he hates that you're subjected to this. He'll somehow find work and work silently. It'll be better if you're a commoner since that situation is easier to manipulate.

𓏵 But no worries, if he does have in-laws or families to go against, he'll just end them all, burning down the place and claiming it was a freak incident. You'd be a 'part' of the incident, gone forever but you're really alive with him. He can't just let you die, nonono!! Eckles can't have someone else be more important to you than him, he's your husband!

𓏵 But despite it all, he still is a knight and sometimes his hands do lay themselves on you where a husband shouldn't put his hands on their spouse. But he always puts cold-press on your cheeks afterwards, crying and mumbling apologies, "Sweet-sweetheart, please..it was for your betterment-..I know-shh-i know" he'd coo, rubbing your cheek as you sob in his coat.

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man, i just found a dion cult, and now I'm contemplating on joining or keeping my wife roxana.

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I saw a painting somewhere and thought of Rastha with Glorym, so a version with both faces (I can't paint even with references)

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just wanted to say i love your fics!!

THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH!!! AHHHHH. I thank you with my life, I'd die for you, anon! Oh my god, i'm so glad someone likes it!!! I hope I continue writing to your expectations!!

I really am working hard and I hope to work harder as time passes on. I am pretty busy, so sorry for that!!

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can i ask a yandere (reaction) ofcalisto regulus,dion agriche,Claude de obelia with a reader who look and act like miesa esquilir of beneath the surviving princess joyful facade:

Context:when reader learn that she will be married with (dion/claude/calisto) and learn that they are already obssesed with her,reader decided to act like miesa esquilir,à crazy and uncotroled girl ,so she think that (calisto/claude/dion) will divorced of her and lost their obsesion with her but...IT'S QUITE THE OPPOSITE!

(I don't know Miesa Esquilir, so I'm not sure how to write for her. So I just wrote for a reader who acts almost irrational and far too possessive, almost red flag, hoping they'd end the engagement.)

(Warnings: red-flag!reader? But that's a façade, so.. Uhh, mentions of cheating, accusations, killing, etc. OOC Claude..? reader being a bitch to Penelope, but it's out of desperation and Siyeon understands but also Penelope dies, decapitated head, implications of yandere! Athy? If you squint, that is..)

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Return double the trouble!

Claude De Alger Obelia

Claude sighed softly, as you sat across from him, sipping tea silently as he watched you scoff, arms crossed and attempting to ignore him. He wondered what he did wrong now—

He softly spoke up, his voice cut off, "Dea-", "You dare talk to me after spending your time flirting with those wretched concubines of yours!? What type of fiancée are you!?" you cut him off, anger visible on your face and very much irrational and a demand to annoy your to-be-husband.

Your behaviour wasn't something Claude had initially expected, you were sweet. Sure, yes..But you also assume he was constantly flirting with other women, leaving few exceptions such as Lily, the maid who you just couldn't bare to be a nightmare to internally.

You had genuinely hoped he would be annoyed enough to annul the engagement if you kept being irrationally upset and mad and jealous. You didn't want this, not really.

You had learned the emperor had his eyes on you or something, the main reason why he got this engagement established in the first place..But also, it ruined with what assumptions those ladies put you under.

"Do you have ANY idea how horrible it is to watch you just..just-just EYE-FUCK women you walk around?!" you said, channeling your inner toxic side. Words falling alongside nervousness, hoping you weren't crossing boundaries,

"It's like I cannot be with the emperor because he's such a sleaze, always looking at women who aren't his to-be-wife! Am I THAT disgusting!? Tell me!" you said, banging your tea-cup down and spilling some of the tea as Claude looked at you with his stoic face, eyes slightly wide.

"My concubines..? They're whats making you mad?" he asked, voice firm as you inwardly grinned. Your face was burning with rage, but inside you hoped this would cause him to annul the engagement, like-

What type of man would like a woman who just called him a sleaze and womaniser even though he wasn't doing anything?!

"Of-course, your concubines make me mad. Aren't they solely your fuck toys? What use do you have of them? You have a fiancée" you said, even if you felt apologetic for throwing those women under the bus, they lived in the palace in the eastern wing, fair few atleast, meant for his personal pleasure since he was yet to have a wife.

But you barred Claude from seeing them too from your first meeting itself. Hoping it would make him hesitate in marrying you.

"And do you seriously believe I like them? i haven't visited them in ages." Claude said silently, but also trying to console your irrational outrage—

"What do I know?! For all i care, you may as well be going behind my back and rendezvousing with one of them!" you said, disgust and filth adorning your words more than it should have.

"Alright then. I'm sorry...I-I promise. I haven't been doing anything with anyone. What can I do to make you less mad?" he asked, slightly exasperated which you could tell, but also desperation to please. He clearly thought you were going a bit too far, but he couldn't happen to leave.

"Maybe LEAVE. You clearly have no idea how to treat your to-be-wife." you said, unusually harsh that even you yourself seemed surprised by your outburst, and started to regret it hoping it wouldn't offend him. You wanted him to annul the engagement, but you did not want to be executed.

But you hoped none of it showed on your face as Claude put his own cup down, nodding silently and standing up and walking out without a word, but with a final look.

That conversation passed with a few days and limited contact with Claude, which you were all too glad for. You seriously were already packing because you had an idea on what was coming, when he called for you to talk to him.

As you sat down, smile soft but polite enough and you hoped to hear the words you wanted, "Dear..first of all, I-I'm sorry. Okay? I'm so sorry you think I'm..to say the least, eye-fucking those women. I'm not." he said, his hands holding one of yours, cradling it reverently.

You scoffed, but a smile was there "Of-course you are." as Claude nodded silently. "I am..I'm so sorry." he mumbled as you silently preened, waiting for those words—

"The concubines have been moved to another palace on the eastern outskirts."

..What? You looked up at him, eyes widened in surprise, mouth open as if to say something but nothing came out except, "What?" you asked as he sighed,

"I know..I'm sorry, I shouldn't have concubines if you're to be here. I want the empress to settle down comfortably. Athy..she suggested this, so I moved them all." he said, looking down, still holding your hand and stroking your knuckles, admiring your hand as if it was art.

"I-I didn'-..huh?" you paused, voice stuttering as Claude silently took a sip of his tea, legs crossed as he looked at you, his blue crystalline eyes admiring you like you were a god. And a soft smile graces his stoic face, a rare one—

"You should settle in well if you're going to settle in." he said simply, shifting to be closer to you and gently kissing the back of your hand. Seemingly, your demands were answered, but not in the way you wanted.

Dion Agriche

Dion sighed, gently rubbing your back as your eyes glared at some woman. Gods, she was some noble's girl, Lant Agriche liked her somewhat and had initially gotten his marriage done to her before breaking it and letting him take you in.

And Dion seemed to somewhat tolerate her company at most, and you wondered if you got upset at her, made her mad, etc. Would Dion let Lant break your engagement..?

It was a worth a somewhat try, as you scoffed, gently pushing his hand off, "I told you— Either you choose me or her. How can you still own her gifts and all that?!" you demanded him to answer as he looked down at you with his stoic eyes.

His blood-red eyes stared back at you, his hand pulled back as others silently gossiped. The banquet Black Agriches were invited to, Lant was already off and Roxanna and Jeremy on the other side of the hall. You had to stick to the wall due your stupid fiancée—

"You keep going off about her without even realising with your actions, do you think I like being compared to her by your father or your mother or anyone!?" you said, crossing your arms and fanning your face with the lace fan.

"Is that it..? You don't like her?" he asked stoically, as always. Barely ANY emotions on this cold-hearted and jaded man's face and it seemed to just piss you off even more.

"Of-course, I don't! If she'd marry you..I would have to be here.. God, I just have rotten luck.. And now I'm here and it's all about her." You grumbled silently, removing your gloves as Dion gently took them, shoving them in his coat's pockets as you fanned your face.

Your anger placed upon the girl. Dion's obsession, it was horrendous, constantly treating you in ways, hoping to see emotions the way he wants to see them with Roxanna.

You hoped with desperation that if you acted wrong and badly, he might just let you go...But you also hoped you wouldn't die at his hands, the Black Agriche was obviously known for his bloodthirsty they all were, they killed their own kids if they weren't upto their mark.

But you just seemed to have wrong luck as you silently held Dion's hand so tight, you swear you'd leave bruises on his pale skin and leaned against him.

He swears, his days are gone with you complaining how everyone mistreated you by comparing you to his ex-fiancée or keeping him beside you when he duties to get to. He can never tell what mood he'd going to find you in, you're always nagging and complaining, like a little burden he just can't seem to let go of.

"Can't you be calm for once..? It's a banquet. Manners." It was all that Dion said as you scoffed, looking away as he hoped you wouldn't storm off or something. He didn't want to look for you in someone else's estate.

Dion sighs softly, holding your hand in his tightly as you kept muttering complaints about everything. And you still sleep better than anyone that night. Dion, on the contrary, didn't sleep, as usual.

By the next morning, you admired yourself in the mirror, looking at your cheeks and wiping anything weird form the banquet last night. Your maids silently working to remove your clothes, applying oils and whatnot when the door to your bath-house opened gently as the maids froze.

"..Hey." he called softly, as you turned to face him, freezing as your eyes widened, stomach lurching and bile rising in your throat. Dion was soaked in blood, that wasn't what scared you..No, he looked like that almost everyday..

That wasn't the troublesome or gruesome sight..It was the thing he held, a decapitated head spilling blood and bodily fluids alongside sticky flesh down onto the pristine tiled floor as the maids stood aside.

The head belonged to that innocent girl, Dion's ex fiancée, of-course it did.. You felt your heart drop to your stomach, you had a realisation that you'd never get your engagement annulled with Dion Agriche and it was an evidence to your face. Despite it, Dion extended the head to you as if offering a gift with a somewhat smile on his stoic face and expecting your dear and beloved praise on him.

Dion saw you being upset and he took it upon himself to make you happy again. You're his burden. His troublesome perfect burden. No one should compare to you, as is.

Callisto Regulus

You grumbled, you had no qualms on doing what you did to Penelope Eckhart. Your hand gripping her prior-pristine magenta hair, as you sighed. You inwardly apologised, not wanting her to face your wrath, not really, you weren't even mad at her. She had just said,

'My lady, the crown prince seems awfully invested in other ladies.'

She had not even throwing herself as an example of said ladies Callisto was interested in, yet you happened to order her to bend down to get your fallen bracelet and dropped wine on her hair..

You wanted to be seen as so irrational, people would mutiny that their crown prince wanted to marry you, so he'd have no choice but to annul your engagement with him. You felt bad for her and other women you treated like this on the daily basis, constant guilt inlaid in you.

But you will do whatever it took to get the blood-hound of a crown prince of Eorka off your back.

"Lady Eckhart, I see you still haven't learnt etiquette about how to treat other women's fiancée." you hummed, covering your mouth with your fan.

Penelope sighed, looking down from her position on her knees on you, wine dripping from her hair onto the floor and her clothes, dirties by shoes and dress stained by the fermented drink.

Siyeon read about you and your struggles to be away from the crown prince, she knew what you were doing was out of desperation, so she allowed it. Everyone watched silently, even Derrick, Duke and Reynold Eckhart watched you, the crown princess treating Penelope as if grime below your feet.

Penelope looked down, her hands clasped as your grip on her hair tightened, messing it up even more, "I apologise, my lady..I just-...I forgot my place." she mumbled, feebly and measly as Reynold and Duke Eckhart stepped forward right as you let go of her.

"Please forgive her, crown princess. We'll discipline this wild animal." The duke said sincerely, bowing to you as you sighed, nodding while Reynold gritted his teeth, not really appreciating your behaviour to Penelope.

"Of-course, I only do want the best for the young lady, she just debuted after all." you said, fanning your face, letting go of Penelope as Reynold helped her stand up as she nodded to your words, submissively and you felt guilt pool in your stomach again, but you simply fanned your face to make sure it didn't show on your face.

You were fine being painted as some cruel witch of a woman if it meant Callisto would leave you be. You WANTED people to demand you be rid of him..You NEEDED to be away from Callisto.

And as if speaking of him—

"My crown princess, what are you doing?!" Cedric asked, rushing over with Callisto in tow. Cedric seemed concerned, while Callisto had a look of indifference. Cedric bowed and apologised profusely for your actions to Duke and Derrick Eckhart, as Callisto wrapped his arm around your waist, making your back tense up before you attempted to relax—

"Just what was this? What made you take this course of action, princess?" Callisto asked, a small smile on your lips as you sighed, spreading open your fan and fanning your face.

"She just happened to speak out of line about your attention dwindling to other women, nothing more." you whispered back as Callisto raised an eyebrow as Cedric offered Penelope a maid to help her clean up, handing her a napkin.

"Did she..? Hm." Callisto smiled, "I apologise, Duke Eckhart." he said, guiding you by his hand on your back to your chambers in the imperial palace.

You couldn't even handle being around him these days, but you let him gently pick the front of your dress to help you walk, one hand tightly in his as he pressed a kiss to your jaw as you gritted your teeth, jaw subtly flexing.

You sighed, not wanting to play the cruel, bimbo, spoiled crown princess for longer than it's necessary as you sighed. The guilt pooled in you for treating Penelope the way you did when others already don't like her for not being the legitimate Eckhart daughter.

Days spent in your room, of-course people are STILL desperate to be close to you. Who wouldn't be? But unfortunately for you, you have to attend some of them, one being a particular tea party. You sat there silently, smiling and thanking the women around as you sipped the tea gotten specially for you.

You knew tricks people did to suck up to you, you always felt people wouldn't give two damns if you weren't Callisto's beloved fiancé–

"Did you hear..? Eckhart's wild animal, that Penelope. Found dead."

Your blood ran cold..—

"..What?-"

"Yes, your highness! Wasn't she the one who disrespected you!? Seems like people didn't approve of it. Apparently her father got very mad at her."

The lady speaking shook her head while another clicked her tongue in disapproval as panic and guilt alongside devastation pooled in you while you attempted desperately to keep your composure, to not break down crying.

"Well, then she was found dead...Who would have known..?"

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Hello ! Can I ask a yandere Benjamin Lemberk with a Penelope reader (from the EPIC Ithaca saga)?

Explained: The reader saw Benjamin arrive at his kingdom.

Clarification: The reader continues waiting for her husband, along with her son (Telemachus), while the suitors continue to accumulate.

(Again, never saw the musical, but i DO love greek mythology, so as far as i know. But I won't name ANYONE aside from Telemachus and maybe implications of Odysseus and since I don't know Epic the musical, this might just be a bit too short.)

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Who's [--]..? They're my spouse...

. — Benjamin Lemberk X Penelope! Reader HCs

回 Benjamin was on his high-horse with Claudia, when he heard that a lot of VERY rich men were flocking to a tiny empire named Ithaca, somewhere in the northern-west, for their queen who's been pressure into opening a set of games to choose a new husband after the late emperor did not return from his voyage.

回 At first, he dismissed it because it wasn't of his interest, Claudia was FAR more entertaining until one of those nobles happened to show him a photo— Oh.

回 Benjamin immediately left for Ithaca the next day, of-course he wasn't the only one who was star-struck by you with your perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect figure. Though not that mattered, he would've kept you to him even if crippled, you just HAD to be THAT pretty.

回 And the big empire was just a bonus!

回 But upon reaching there, he obviously found himself in a sea of suitors, all doing with the same thing: eating and living through the resources of palace of Ithaca, YOUR resources and all, while waiting for you to marry one of them because your husband hadn't returned.

回 It put Benjamin in a sour mood, and in the process of it, he killed off a fair few small suitors before he got to know of your son, Telemachus. Gods — THAT damned kid of yours.

回 Always around to try and stop the suitors from getting close, oh but that brat just HAD to be endearing in a way too because he was YOUR kid. Your baby, the one you cared for during the nights and smiled at during the mornings. Benjamin watched it all as he stayed in your palace with other suitors.

回 He tried to somehow befriend Telemachus, a bit unable to do so since Telemachus still saw Benjamin as suitor who tried to force you, his mother, into marriage. It took a bit of manipulation, a bit of trust and a bit of trouble to throw Telemachus into before he got the young prince's trust.

回 It wouldn't be long before he somehow got your trust too, it's façade, Telemachus believed his words that your husband likely died and you deserved to move on with a man YOU wanted. Not that you got a choice if you wanted Benjamin or not.

回 Skipping to somehow manipulating you, he forces you to marry him. He uses the guards and Telemachus as a way to end all other suitors who stand in his way. Not only does he get a throne and a wife, he might also just get a new general and heir. Telemachus was a simply...useful child, being yours.

回 Spoils your rotten and keeps you as satisfied as he can using the resources from the palace itself or his own wealth, Ithaca might just welcome a new king in stead of Oddyseus, who all the while might or might not make it.

回 And of-course, every queen needs to birth a child with the king, you may have Telemachus. But Benjamin does want a child who may just happen to be a product of you and him, not you and your stupid late husband. Though he wouldn't say it to your or Telemachus' face.

回 Often, he MAY or MAY NOT sword-fight with Telemachus as if to bond with him, Athena might not approve of this new mortal..but she will not argue against fate if that's how it goes.

回 Sometimes Benjamin might show you how things work if you don't happen to listen, threats against Telemachus are not empty, may they are, maybe they aren't. But you DEFINITELY won't be risking any threats against your darling son!

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Guess who's back ;)

YOOOO!! SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY, THOUGHT I REPLIED! Anyways.

Hi Kira!!! How are you? Watch anything new? I remodelled an old blog of mine!!

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I'm remodelling this blog from a Harry potter, marauders one to a James Cameron Avatar movie one. For reasons more than one, first obviously being JK. Rowling's transphobia.

And even if marauders isn't hers, I do not want to interact with her content, as much as I can, despite it being a BIG part of my childhood. I don't want to support something advocating people's suffering for existing.

ANYWAY!

Moving on, how should i remodelling this blog. Obviously avatar theme, but what sort of theme?

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Where can I read 'my in laws are obsessed with me'? I can only seem to find up to chapter 14 :(

I found nearly all chapters on webtoon, if not webtoon. You can read it on multiple pirating manhwa sites, they give with slightly bad translation and quality, but it's worth it if you're desperate to read!!

I mostly search and click the link to any manhwa reading site with wacky translations and read the manhwa through. But 'My-in-laws are obsess with me' is a proper webtoon manhwa, you can find it on the site of webtoon itself.

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IT'S BEEN CONFIRMED!!

I'm turning this blog @rxsilabeth--er into a likely James Cameron Avatar blog!! WAIT FOR IT!!

How are we feeling about me writing for avatar to remodel another old blog of mine????

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How are we feeling about me writing for avatar to remodel another old blog of mine????

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Hey girl 😼 if you don't mind then can i request both sfw & nsfw headcanons (separately) with Roxanne, dion and cassis with reincarnated reader who is really air minded and doesn't really react to anything (like murder, blood, etc)

(warnings: nsfw content..weird sub!reader. Sex on dead bodies, knife kink, leg humping, choking, roleplay, riding, eating out, murder, mentions of abuse?, soft, sensual sex, conversing during sex? Backshots. somnophilia. So sorry pookie, I had little ideas about what to write, but tried to pump out as much as possible!~ I know, you can hit me! :< )

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Roxanna & Dion Agriche, Cassis Pedelian SFW/NSFW HCs

Roxanna Agriche

❀ You were likely reincarnated as maybe an arranged fianceè for Roxanna or maybe maid or something. But you were slightly different from how Roxanna expected you to be, compared to other people in the manor.

❀ People in the manor either include Agriche or servants and both of them have a fixed set of mood and reaction to the Black Agriches' manor and it's resident and atmosphere. Servants are in constant fear, worry, panic or something of the sort from the blood, murder, etc always going on. While Agriches themselves are calm, manic, lunatics and eerily okay with any type of gore.

❀ You..you were different to her. You were completely out of it! No reaction whatsoever to any amount of gore or blood or murder, to even the abuse you face yourself at hands of superior servants or some members of the family sometimes because your airheadedness caused you to make mistakes infront of them.

❀ But the main reason you become close to Roxanna is also because you're reincarnated and you know modern technology just as her. It's what draws her attention to you, keeps you close just for her own sanity to make sure she doesn't go deranged.

❀ She found exceptionally interesting, either way you were hers and Lant couldn't care less, she was technically one of his favourite kids. Roxanna let herself be allotted some amount of money just to spoil you with things you might like; brooches, jewellery, basic show of you being owned by her as you lover, mostly to remind you too that you have a girlfriend..just for your airheadedness, okay?

❀ Though it does cause you to be a target of Charlotte, she hates the money allocated to Roxanna goes to you, a measly dumb servant, who keeps making mistakes and causes problems and has a dumb-fucking expression for no motion on their face. She sometimes wonders, were you dropped on your head as a kid perhaps?

❀ Does not let Dion get close to you, she knows he'd find even more sadistical and sick pleasure in making you react since you barely respond to blood, gore, etc. presented infront of you. It's almost fascinating for anyone..She uses her butterfly to always protect you and does not let you be alone.

❀ Though she won't outwardly be sadistical, just like Dion, she also has a fascination in making you react..ven if by sexual means, riding you, forcing you to ride her fingers or her thigh..maybe her heel if she's feeling even more fancy or sadistic. Likes to see your face in pleasuree, begging, desperation.

❀ Speaking of, some days she's feeling the thrill of making you do all the work, so maybe she'd just sit or hover right above your face while you eat her out or she's just reading some book, her legs crossed elegantly as you hump her foot. She just wants to see how desperate-willing you are to find pleasure.

❀ Though, she won't admit..she likes that little form of roleplay as teacher-student, but in a way..she's you mentor on etiquette and how to serve the daughter of Black Agriches, Roxanna, well. She tallies your mitake more than seven mistakes, she edges you or spanks you with a pitiful giggle which really is just her having fun.

❀ Of-course, an Agriche can't leave the Agrich blood..they have sadistic kinks, all of them. From borderline abusively rough to knife kinks. She'd nick you just for the sake of it in sex, sometimes to make you go harder, some times are punishment, for edging, sex or while choking you.

❀ I imagine it's like, she'll be sitting on the edge of her bed, maybe a desk while your on the floor on your knees, eating her out while her foot nudged your crotch to let you hump her rough, bejeweled heels and she's dragging a sharp knife down your back or around your throat, gently nicking your shoulders to make you hum or wince in her cunt, making her feel more pleasure in the process.

❀ She also has a choking kink, any time she does her nails..I imagine she likes to choke you till you're on the verge of passing out while she rides you, be it your cock or pussy and right when you're passing out, she lets go and pulls on your hair instead. She likes to do something with her hands and admire her nails on you all the while.

Dion Agriche

❀ He is a bit confused when you don't react to the murder, blood or anything considering everyone reacts a bit. Though doesn't, he's mostly fascinated with trying to make you react in his twisted way of love just like with Roxanna.

❀ Always around you, even going far to hurt you to see if you'd react. But he's still confused as to why you don't react to the blood and gore the way other people do, ranging from family to servants. He thinks it's endearing when you cry or react.

❀ Though, not a lot can be said. He does think you're a bit of an idiot because of your airheadedness or he thinks it's the explanation as to why you're not reacting to things at all. He always pulls you back from when you're making mistake, can't let his gorgeous bloved fall into despair with their own stupidity.

❀ Does not like it if you're ever getting close to Roxanna due to similar reincarnation circumstances, he knows what she's capable of and he's not really enjoying any of it. You're only his and he doesn't want you to be tainted by her, which is ironic.

❀ He sometimes tries to find weak-spots as to what makes you unreactive to the blood, murder and gore to see what finally makes you wince or cry out and stare in horror and disgust. He thinks those scared reaction are the prettiest he's ever seen on ANYONE!

❀ Doesn't really keep you around, keeps you locked up in your room far often. Even Lant barely knows or sees you. Dion also doesn't let Maria close to you, your airheadedness might just make you one of her 'doll's and he doesn't want it.

❀ Through ways of trying to find why you're so unreactive to murder, gore and blood. He finds satisfaction in your expressions when he's forcing his cock down your throat or your hole, his hand in your hair forcing your head against any surface where he can see drool and tears collect.

❀ Mostly, he's not that interested in sex..it's rather rare, since his brain doesn't fully comprehend it all. So it's rare, but he does do it in a gore twisted way of maybe fucking you over bodies of people he killed or maybe pools of blood, so you're forced to face the gore you're so unreactive too. He thinks it's fascinating.

❀ His hands often wrap around your throat while he shoved his cock in you, enjoying your hole clamp down on him, stopping the airflow to let you slur out words to make him let go.. He likes the panic on your face.

❀ Mind breaking, mostly as a way to the point you're just a depraved little pervert, unknowingly going along with any dirty fantasy you or he might have, as you ride his cock while he admires your expression.

❀ Some days when he returns home, covered in blood and ripped flesh and gore and he'll not even bother asking things before forcing your face down, ass up and pounding his cock in you, doggy style until your squirting over his cock, gushing and wetting the sheets.. He likes seeing how you aren't bothered by the blood, ripped flesh on his body.

Cassis Pedelian

❀ Is really confused as to why you don't react, he was given to you by Roxanna on your birthday as a gift. Charlotte lost her shit over it, almost stabbed a few people but you stayed calm and pretty air-headed throughout.

❀ As time passed, he got comfy with you. You were mostly busy learning how to read the same book for the past four hours because your air-headedness caused you to not actually read the lines you were reading from the book and the same page is still open.

❀ But nonetheless, he still finds it fascinating how you don't react to gore, especially things around the manor from servants getting mutilated to siblings being killed.

❀ Often times, he'll watch you kill off any servant or even an Agriche member if they bother him in a humiliating manner without blinking an eye and he feels fear, but admiration that you can even feel the audacity to do such things for him.

❀ Initially he doesn't trust you, why would he? You barely blink an eye at the gore despite the emotions, he genuinely thinks you're playing him until you kill off a prominent Agriche or something that makes him less distrustful of you. He won't trust you until you earn his trust.

❀ When you tell him about your 'reincarnation', he genuinely thought you were going crazy until you explain things far too specific and 'futuristic' to be considered simple madness or crazy imagination. Perhaps even his future or past which no one knows, he does freak out on that part though.

❀ Worries for you whenever you're close to Roxanna or Dion since he knows what it's like. He thinks the reason you're so nonchalant is because you're an Agriche, not because you likely watched so many gore or murder crime podcasts, it didn't affect in real life.

❀ Cassis, though wouldn't agree to the violence, helps you escape with him. You took care of him, treated him more as a person than even the servants, making sure you wouldn't get into trouble at the end of the day was hard when you're so air-headed.

❀ Some days he won't lie that you look pretty covered in blood, especially when you're riding him or he's humping your leg. He thinks you look like an actual god, won't say it though cause he still has pride and acts like you being his owner still pisses him off.

❀ BACKSHOTS!!! Anyway, likes to fuck you from behind, since he gets slightly shy because his face literally turns red within minutes when he has sex with you, besides he's sensitive and tears up easily too.

❀ Some days, it's not rough sex. He simply converses with you about his feelings and how he's been doing and the week itself while you silently ride him or he pounds in you in a gentle pace, nothing break-neck speed of sorts. No ravaging on those days, simple sex.

❀ Maybe a slight breeding kink in him, though usually he wants you to be safe and okay. He likes to see your reaction, likes to feel you and your bodies' reactions to breeding yuu or having kids with you.

❀ Has a small blanket consent? Doesn't mind you using him while he's asleep, I don't know? Lets you ride, give him a blow job, use him as your personal dildo. Loves you all the same.

[lxdymoon0357]

HELLO! I just saw ur Jasmine of the Sky post and wanted to ask if u can make some fluffy romantic head cannons Abt Isei and what he would do for you or if u can make a one shot of Isei x Reader (if Reader not possible than u can do Anita as well!) about them trying to kiss for the first time but gets interrupted by someone (ex: Granny,Kshin,etc)

That’s all from me! Hope you have a good day/night!

(Thank you so much for this request!! i was so glad to finish it, life has not been treating me good. but i'm here to stay, as we all know!! Warnings: jealousy...? Does this count, not sure.)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

Kisses hidden from Granny!

Finally done with classes, the sun was up but not too much. It happened to be one of those days where the world just looks aesthetic and perfect as you tapped your foot, waiting for Isei.

Isei happened to be running late as you silently scrolled your phone, when panting and sound of crunching pebbles, came closer as Isei ran up to you.

Face slightly sweaty, back hunched with the amount of books and supplies in his bag, one hand holding his phone, earphones, a cup of some cafe brought drinks with a straw, clipboard and pencil, all hooked in different ways on different fingers.

A sight similar to your own when you leave in a hurry and have things to carry. Except the other hand, it carried a small bouquet as he extended it to you, trying to calm his panting, a smile already gracing his lips,

"A pretty bouquet for a pretty person!~" He extended it with a soft smile as you grinned, holding it, twirling it around. "Why, thank you? Can we go back home..? I'm tired. Classes were tiring.." you sighed, as he nodded, silently holding your hand as you both began walking back.

Occasional sips of his drink, the sun was bright but too harsh as you and Isei hummed silently, admiring you as you both walked home.

His home smelt of jasmines as usual, removing your shoes out on the patio shoe-shelf.

You and him silently entered, putting down your bags and stuff on the living room, on the foot of the pepperfry shelf. You leaned in the kitchen to watch his grandma basically wrestle with large kadais while making ghee. The entire kitchen smelt of grease, burnt milk, oil and butter.

Seeing that mess of a kitchen, Isei pulled your hand, scampering upto his room, but still gave a quick 'I'm home!!' to his grandma. You also greeted with a quick and respectable greeting before following him.

Sighing, you admired his room as you usually did as he grumbled, flopping face-first into the mattress as you giggled, sitting down on the edge,

"You seriously seem bummed out! How bad can economics be?" You hummed softly. But you also flopped to lay on your tummy, using your elbows to prop yourself up as Isei turned his head, but his hair covered his face as you gently tucked that hair behind his hair, admiring his face.

Gods..his face, you could never stop admiring it if you were honest.. His face really made your day, you were sure you could even enjoy horrible cooking if he made it with his gorgeous face.

Isei's eyes softened as he admired you in turn, that tiny wrinkle under your eyes that came when you smiled, the stray hair which came out no matter how much you tucked them in, the soft moles decorating your face, barely noticeable ones, the softness of your cheeks with your smile..

He seriously hoped you'd climb him like a mountain one day.

The silent rawness filtered in the air, the cold of the air conditioning relaxing your nerves from the journey form uni to back home to Ichhu's. But the certain hint of something under the surface, something you could somehow always read—

"..Icchu, are you okay?"

You just asked before you could stop and then you curse inwards when Isei moves his eyes to stare at the mattress which is squished against his cheek than at you.

His brows furrowed as if you caught something embarrassing that he didn't want to show. Silently chewing on the inside of his bottom lip as he grumbled,

"I'm jealous.."

"Jealous..? Of what?—" a pause as silence settles comfortable, despite the discomfort of feelings, "—Or rather..jealous of who?"

"....everyone." Isei grumbles before realising he sounded very pathetic and cringe, making him grimace a bit and attempt to turn his head as you grinned.

"Everyone..? Icchu, come on, look here." you mumbled, gently stroking your fingers to pull back his hair from the back of his other ear, stroking the edge of his cheek bones as he looked to the opposite, before he again turned his head.

You smiled as his cheek against squished against the mattress, your face leaned against your right hand's fist, propped up to support you.

Your left hand gently stroked his jaw, before digging in his hair right behind his ear and your thumb stroking his cheek, his ear in the space between your thumb and fingers. You softly patted his cheek, wanting him to not be so embarrassed, you felt bad as if you did something—

"Everyone, Icchu...?" you asked softly, as Isei sighed, "It's not your fault..I don't know but-" he sighed, not sure what to say as you simple nodded. You knew what it was like to not be able to explain your emotions, you didn't judge him neither blamed him.

Your softly hummed. "I know..It's okay." you mumbled. Isei sighed, looking into your eyes, eyes travelling down to your nose and your lip..They looked perfect in any way or time he's seen them, before a panic surged— No, shit! What the hell was he doing?!

He immediately looked up into your own eyes, but something pulled him to again look down at your lips as he cursed inwards.

No...! No! No one's lips should be THIS distracting to someone as Isei squeezed his eyes shut—No, don't shut your eyes..that'll be creepy!—but the moment he opened his eyes, he still couldn't get his breath straight..

You let out a breath, not sure you were holding in, everything was suddenly very sound to you as you looked down at Isei's lips and back in his eyes, and leaned close—

"Gods..You're perfect." You mumbled, Isei gently lifted his head, one hand gently cupping your jaw as you leaned in close, a soft thumping..You couldn't even tell if it was your heart or a sound in real life.

Isei's lips barely brushed yours, a soft kiss you both wanted, no needed—

"OI, IDIO-AHHHH!" Granny nearly screamed, grabbing her mop and ready to swat both of you away. She did that, not really, but nudged the mop between you two, pushing you both apart as Isei groaned, throwing a pillow at his grandma—

"Leave, you vineyard winery's witch!" he hissed as his grandma glared at him,

"What were you attempting to do with my sweet kid?" she asked, holding your hand and pulling you stand up. You stifled giggles as Isei glared at his grandma, "Granny, why don't you go bully someone else?"

"No, you bum! I will torture you, you were trying to touch my sweet kid!", "They're my lover!"

You sighed, watching the pair bicker, sadly the kiss had to wait.. But that's fine, Isei will sneak one when hidden from his neurodivergent cotton-ball of a grandma!

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[lxdymoon0357]

Hi ! Can i ask the réaction of yandere (separated),reynold eckar,calisto regulus,dion agriche,caelus,Benjamin lemberk,claude obélia

Scenario:he is engaged by the one they love(and obssesed)the most :reader...but reader have a clingy bestfriend (she's a female) and when i say clingy...i mean...VERY CLINGY

Her and her Best friend grow together and of course the Best friend and the yandere we will not like each other. And... so that happen that reader Best friand Come to see y/n(even whihout the permission of the yandere)

(I wasn't sure what you wanted, so I made small scenarios since I wasn't sure what to do and headcanons might've been too much for me for the while)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

Clung like a vine..

Reynold Eckhart

"Mrs Eckhart!! Your friend, Lady Aurelia is here!!" A maid softly announced as you perked up. Your hand gently pushing down Reynold, lips and lipstick smudged with the top of your dress torn and your corset being undone until the news came.

Reynold annoyedly glared at the maid, "I thought I said the Ekcharts weren't accepting visitors.." he hissed softly, "Oh, it's fine!! Tell her to wait in the tea room. I'll be right there." you smiled brightly, getting off your husband's lap.

Reynold immediately missed your warmth on his thighs as he squeezed your hips one time before letting you go, anger and annoyance pooling in him. Gods, your stupid best-friend..

Reynold sighed, face palming as he felt his lips. His lips flushed and slightly swollen with lipstick also smudged as you hurriedly walked around, trying to fix yourself.

You quickly wiped your lips, applying a normal tint. Grabbing a normal but casual dress and brushing hair quickly, before you hurriedly walked out. Excited to see your best-friend.

Reynold sighed, following you after he wiped his lips, and buttoning his shirt again, hook your arm with his, "Does your friend have no decorum? We clearly stated no visitors without prior notice." he hissed.

"I know..But just, let her. She's my best-friend, we grew up toge—", "Yes, yes..You two grew up together, she set you up with your first crush, she designed your debut dress and she comforted you after your lover back then went missing"

Reynold sighed as you looked up, pausing but smiled nonetheless. Gods, Reynold seriously should've been smart back then when he got your lover killed, your best-friend now knew what he did. And of-course, your best-friend's glare was placed on him as you hugged her tight.

"Aurelia, how lovely to see you!!" you hummed, snuggling against her, head buried in her shoulder, she genuinely smelt of strawberries and soil after rain, you liked it.

Reynold silently watched, his fingers trembling against the teapot he picked up to pour himself some tea, wanting to bash it across Aurelia's head, gouge her eyes out, watch the blood seep down into your gorgeous gown, let it smother across yo—

Aurelia hummed, patting your back, her smirk and eyes trained on Reynold, as he blinked and composed himself. An obvious threat—

Any disrespect from him, secrets will be torn apart by her to you..

Callisto Regulus

Callisto stood silent, helping you pick out clothes as you left to change in them for fitting as Aurelia hummed, fanning her face, "So, crown prince Regulus. How have they been?" She asked lovingly, but obvious mocking which Callisto pretended to ignore,

"Delightful, we're been becoming friends aside from being lovers." he said softly, his ruby eyes glaring down at her as she fiddled with her fan. She stopped fanning herself, gently drawing it through her left hand silently, repeatedly.

Clearly meaning to say 'disgusting' or 'I hate you' in the fan language that Callisto knew Aurelia would know. Callisto obviously thought of her as a pompous, bimbo and dumb rich girl, trying to be all coy with her action with her fan.

Callisto's blood red eyes glared at her, wanting to draw out his sword and tell her why she shouldn't cross a member of the Imperial family or why she shouldn't be bothering you with trivial things when you could be with HIM!

But she put down her fan on her lap as you walked out, showing the clothes you wore, no matter a dress or suit Callisto's glare still would soften as he put them on you. Gods, he wanted to get down on his eyes and let you have your way with him.

But he smiled,

"You look lovely, darling." He smiled, as he walked close and reached out his finger to let you twirl gently to show off your clothes. You smiled brightly, oblivious to the tension as Aurelia tightened her grip on her folded fan.

Callisto twirls you and pulls you close, as he hums in approval, "You like nice in this colour, brings out your eye." He whispers, pressing a kiss to your head as Aurelia cleared her throat, holding up luxurious fabrics for you to choose from.

In styles you had an interest in, in trends you'd make with every clothing or accessory you wore to any place you went to as the spouse of the heir of the Eorka empire.

And they'd both make sure no one would be above them in your terms of affection, not even each other.

Dion Agriche

Dion silently watched, twirling his dagger in his hand, his blood-red eyes trained stoically and calculated on Aurelia. All it would take was one sharp throw....

It would go across her jugular making your so-called 'best-friend' choke on her own bodily fluids and blood. But no matter how much he loved your emotions, he wasn't willing a whole silent treatment from you.

You talked to her brightly, gossiping silently as to not bother Charlotte, who just so happened to be at the other end of the tea-room doing some 'work' as she claimed. You figured it was because she wanted dirt and blackmail, since even when you and Aurelia didn't talk, Charlotte hissed silently about your voices 'being too grating on my damn ears!!'

But a look form Aurelia and Dion shut her up, making her go back to her books and 'work'—

"I told you, you can always propose the idea to the Southern grand duke. I heard he is fond of artists such as yourself" You said softly, holding Aurelia's hand as Aurelia nodded, sipping her tea with her other hand.

"Of-course, I'll take your word for it." she smiled sweetly before turning to Dion, his blue-white tea cup left deserted with the tea already going cold—

"Dion, dear? You've not touched your tea, why..?" You asked with soft concern as Aurelia hummed, motioning for him to but he simply gritted his teeth, his dull-red eyes glaring back at Aurelia who used her tea-cup as an excuse to hide her smile, before she pulled your attention back to her—

"Did you hear what happened at the last banquet my father put on? Some lady and her husband ended up meeting with the mistress and-" She spoke brightly, weaving a gossip story to put you on the edge of the seat, pulling off any attention from Dion or the tea cup she could.

Of-course he didn't touch it, he could see assassination attempts and poison laced paints anywhere from a mile away. It was just subtle enough that he couldn't really claim she tried to poison him but strong enough to end his life and have it be celebrated as 'Black Agriche's freak accident' with the paint.

It could have multiple symptoms using it, death one of them, but with him and Aurelia's despisation for each other. He could easily tell death would be his main symptom.

Your purple-brown tea cup on the other had your and Aurelia's inside joke carved in it and you promised her you'd use it everyday for tea, so you were using it, perfectly safe paint, tea-plate shaped like a soft shell with purple-brown and grey checked patterned glazed in the prettiest patterns.

It brought life to the dull Black Agriche household and you knew better than to have it saved in the kitchen with Dion's because one or the other reasons, it would end up breaking... Gods, how sweet of Aurelia to do so!!

Caelus of Vrandt

Caelus sat silently, fixing a bouquet in the gardens as he watched you and Aurelia talk brightly. She spoke of her admirers as always, which Caelus would not help but roll his eyes at, such obnoxious bimbos like constantly try to suck up to you..!

"Oh come now!! A whole 143 flowers to proclaim love to me. Dno't you suppose you deserve something like it..?" Aurelia asked sweetly, putting her huge bouquet down with 143 different types of flowers with exactly 520 flowers.

As you focused on the flowers, Caelus' hand tighten around the vase and scissors as he took in a breathe, he couldn't kill her off. Not unless he wanted you to run away like Diana, his best-friend, did. Why was Aurelia implying he didn't give you enough?

Sure, in his head nothing was ever enough for someone like you..But he knew from a rational point of view that he spoiled you rotten, no person was more pampered than you. And he's made sure of it.

"Uh, I don't need that many flowers all together, Aurelia." You hummed, but plucked off a leaf, tearing it as she softly ate some sweets you'd gotten her. Aurelia hummed, softly and Caelus could feel her eyes on his back—

"But if you ever do feel slightly unloved, just tell me. I'll fix your husband for you, right up! Can't have my favourite person upset now, can I?" she cooed in a playful and almost sultry manner, as you giggled.

You and hers fake-flirting was another reason for Caelus' migraines, he swears he could see Aurelia and her stupid face whenever he hears you giggle, unless it's at him... Gods, horrible.

Aurelia talked on her recent 'paramour' and how many gifts she's been given, admired by all. She was a society jewel. "And he allowed me to gift my friends so many things. Gods, just come visit whenever!!" she said so brightly.

It was like how Caelus would also gift things for you to give to your friends if you want.

You smiled, wanting your husband to join as you gently called out, as Aurelia's fingers tightened on her tea-cup's handle, "Caelu-" Caelus perked up, a smile gracing his lips at hearing you call his name.

He could just lay down in your lap, letting you call his name for an eternity if he could, but sadly a little pinprick stood at his side —

"Oh, no matter. Don't invite him, it's OUR friendship time." Aurelia said, dismissed Cael who turned to you with a wave of her hand, as if asking him to get back to his bouquet he was fixing as you sighed, nodding to your friend.

"Sorry, never-mind dear." you called to him as he grumbled, accidentally snipping off a pair of perfect blooms before he picked it up and held it tightly, subconsciously squishing it to a pulp and dropping it on the grass.

Fucking bitch..

Benjamin Lemberk

"And how has married life been treating you..? Regrets?" Aurelia asked sweetly as you sat with her, a new sort of glow after your marriage to Lemberk was surprising. You shook your head—

"It's been pretty fine, actually lady Aira-" Benjamin began but Aurelia cut him off, "Whatever it may be, you're just getting prettier these days!!" Aurelia smiled brightly, pulling you close to her as she spoke brightly, ignoring Benjamin, not that you noticed. He did..'

He always did..

Benjamin sighed out, his smile tight and he was livid, but you'd ask him to be civil with her and you'd ask her that too for today's outing. Aurelia gushed over your hair and clothes, admiring the shoes and the jewellery you adorned all the while telling you about people she's heard had an interest in you—

"Hm..That low viscount, I think..Acesius? I'm not sure if that's his name, but apparently, he had his eyes set on you since your debut!" Aurelia said brightly as you giggled, you were out of commission for life now..But it's always fun to gossip around!

"Oh come now, you'll upset Benjamin. Be nice!~" You smiled, rubbing your husband's back as he gave you a smile, "No worries, darling..I know—" he gave Aurelia look, "—how people are desperate to be around you."

He said as Aurelia looked away, gritting her teeth to the point she was sure they'd break, how dare this bastard insinuate Aurelia was only around you for desperation of attention, she GENUINELY loved you!

And she's seen what this bastard has done..Killing off some of your male family members during a house fire, which wasn't an accident, but all his planning.

But Aurelia wouldn't say it lest Benjamin reveal why your aunt, the one who made you feel bad about a previous breakup, was taken by an 'illness' rapidly. Aurelia wouldn't tell you why she poisoned girls who tried to be your friend for the sake of it..

And most of all, neither Aurelia nor Benjamin would reveal why the two seem so tense around each other. Aurelia could feel her throat constrict and hurl if she saw how nicely Benjamin treated you..He didn't deserve that!

And Benjamin couldn't stand to look of that pompous bimbo Aurelia around you, influencing you to do things you might not want..Neither could handle it!!

Oh how gross you got stuck with that person as someone you trusted..

Claude De Alger Obelia

Claude looked up, his head in your lap as the emperor silently relaxed the solitaire of the imperial palace gardens with you. You hummed softly, running your fingers through his hair. The silence and soft humming from you was perfect to removing any tense or stress the emperor may have accumulated from his duties..

You gently put flowers in Claude's short blonde hair, admiring his face as if it was like a painting.. Claude's eyes closing between consciousness and sleep, wanting to hear you hum longer and as much as he could as he finally got your attention to himself—

"Your highness. Your friend, Lady Aistara is here to see you, may I bring her here?" A maid asked sweetly as you grinned brightly, much to Claude's chagrin, and nodded.

Claude silently turned on his side in a way he wouldn't face Aurelia when she came and your best-friend's sharp voice did come in a bright, almost boastful greeting,

"Ah! There you are, my imperial highness. You seem rather content. A bit too much content that you've not written letters?~ How sad!" Aurelia smiled brightly as Claude clenched his jaw, his hand holding your luxurious clothes tightly, not wanting to start a scene as the emperor..

"Oh, asleep, is he..? Oh, you always said he's so tired. I'm surprise you don't feel neglected these days with him doing his imperial duties." Aurelia hummed, sitting down beside you as you gently nudged her and hit her shoulder as she giggled,

"Okay-okay! No guy can neglect you, got it!" she giggled as you smiled, gently pushing Claude's hair back as he sighed silently, "You know, I'm surprise you both held on so tightly. I'm glad." Aurelia hummed, Claude still somehow noticed the strain in her voice.

Gods, can she never leave you alone..? Even during your honeymoon she accompanied the pair of you...

Forgetting that for now, Claude silently huffs before turning over and choosing to block out the noise and sleep.

[lxdymoon0357]

Oh my god I straight up do not want to see AI generated fics on my feed. I have blocked two popular "writers" who very clearly use AI, and if I see anyone hyping up that slop, I'll block your ass too.

AI generated fics, art, whatever, are not real fics or art. Stop fucking supporting that shit then wondering why all the actual writers and artists are leaving fandoms, or only sharing their fics or artwork with friends in group chats or private discords.

This. Is. Fucking. Why!!!!