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Yandere naga x janitor reader 

You were broke, living in a car and constantly having to take odd jobs was the norm. It wasn’t that bad actually, living in a car means you can pack up and leave whatever city you're staying in anytime. But recently you’ve gotten a job offer no one can refuse. 1000 a week to clean some snakes' cage for some billionaire. And that’s the only description  you got for the job. But damn you’d be a fool to refuse. So of course you took the job, and now you were at this gigantic mansion. 

You felt out of place. Everyone had their own uniform with the name embedded into it. And you were stuck in your cheap ass clothes. Looking at the walls you notice way too many paintings of mythical creatures. Like one or two is already a creepy amount, but this person had hallways on hallways of art of such creatures. There were none of the billionaires, which was odd, aren’t rich people supposed to be super egotistical and have one to many art of themselves? A butler led you to A fancy door, was the reptile in there? 

“The master is just in there ready to ask you some questions,” the butler said blankly. Oh, an interview, right. Dang you're not ready for an interrogation. Sigh. You walked into the room to see a very burly woman and a big ass glass wall which seemed to have the enclosure of the snake behind it. 

“Oh, you're the new piece of meat.” She smirked. What an odd way to describe you. But for 1000 a week you’ll take any abuse. The woman got up and started to examine you. You froze, you don’t really like people in your personal space especially like this. 

“Hm, you're perfect,” the lady said. So does that mean you got the job? Yaya!

she handed you a broom and sent you on your way into the enclosure. When you stepped in it was like transporting into the deep jungle. The sky was eerily realistic, there were little animals and bugs scuttling around. But no snake yet, not that you minded you’d prefer to do the job silently and quickly. Unfortunately your boss said no phone, so you couldn’t listen to music. 

Your job went as quickly as it could. You didn’t run into the snake at all which was strange because you thought it would be pretty big but apparently not. Whatever, you walk out of the cage and into the office room. Seeing your phone grabbing it and walking out of the office, the harsh reality of the never ending hallways hit you as soon as you walked out of the room. Thankfully there was another butler looking dude, dusting. You walk over towards him. He seemed shocked to see you. But got over it as soon as you asked for directions. Now you finally get to relax. The next day was pretty much the same thing. There was no snake and you just gotta chill, you convinced your boss to let you listen to music.

A month passed and you were 4000 dollars richer! And with the added bonus of free food you were finally closing a deal on a real house, well apartment. You’ve also done your job too many times. It takes like an hour max to fully clean the cage. Which is perfect because you’ve taken on a new hobby called sleeping in the cage. How could you not? It was so peaceful the sound of crickets chirping always lulled you to sleep. But one day your peaceful sleep was interrupted by an overgrown snake. 

   “Stupid human falling asleep in my presence, does he know who I am?” I said. Hating humans was always a part of who I was. Taken from my home when I was just a child and sold off towards a crazy old woman who I’m pretty sure wants to fuck me pretty much solidified that hatred. but gosh I couldn’t kill it, it was kinda cute. I slithered towards the human who was taking a nap. 

Towering over it I pause, I’ve been having trouble killing this exact human.  Normally I would eat them whenever they turned their back. But this one was different. Like there was a force pulling me closer to him. so I’ve just taken to staring at him. He’s so interesting looking, I reach my hand out and touch his hair. The human twitches slightly, I quickly pull my hand back and before I was able to hide back into the bushes he noticed me. 

Your eyes widened, why the fuck is there a 8ft snake monster just staring at you. Backing up quickly, the snake comes closer to you glaring. It looked like it wanted to murder you, and it probably did. The snake man lunged towards your neck and bit it. You scream and try to push him off. But it didn’t work. He was just a wall of mussels. Now you are a pretty strong guy. You go to the gym every other day! But this guy was on a whole different planet! You still try and push him off of course but whatever he bit you with was starting to make you sluggish and you fall back asleep. 

You wake up in a cold sweat, you try to stretch and move but something is squeezing you. Thrashing around as soon as the dread of being touched all over set in, you hated when people were too close but touching is on another planet of hate. 

“Stop struggling human,” a voice hissed out. quickly you turn your head to see whatever was holding you so close. It was the snake man. 

“There’s no point,” he continued, stretching his arms. “You're stuck with me forever,” he smirked.

 Oh well guess this is your life now, stuck with a ginormous snake man who hasn’t quite figured out the concept of personal space. 

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Misiril @ kabru bringing home his boyfriends (autistic king and that fucking captain she hates)

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The villain decides to do the classic "team up to defeat a common foe" trope but it's been taking a lot longer than they had expected,the heroes are getting emotionally attached and it's starting to get weird.

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cw: mdni, gender neutral, yandere themes, cannibalistic(?) tendencies, calx isn't exactly human but he does like consuming human flesh, he's just a silly little guy who likes to gnaw on & lick windows, writing is prob everywhere but oh well

The first rule in the Falbrook Introductory and Welcoming Book was simple and straight to the point. Why would it not be? Those who valued their privacy would certainly keep their windows locked and blinds closed, especially after sunset. Some residents, a certain gas station worker especially, weren't to be trusted to give you the privacy you wanted, after all.

But, of course, you wouldn't be reading these rules with as much desperation if it was just Elijah peering in through the cracks in your blinds. No, you have something much darker watching you, something that leaves saliva and blood smears across your windows. Something that now occupies your bed at night and calls you his mate.

You asked for this, did you not? You knowingly left your blinds open for it to watch you. It was just doing as you asked, so why are you hurrying to get rid of it now? It already has you and has claimed you as its own, so stop fighting and just accept its love.

ㅤ《 rule one : keep your windows locked and blinds closed 》

Calx was, well, not human. He had the body and face of a man, but his mind was that of an animal. He was just another creature left to wander around the forest surrounding Falbrook. Nobody had ever seen him, not those left alive, that is. He happily consumed anything and anyone who had come across his path. Why would he not? It was like they were just asking to be eaten, so he happily obliged.

He hardly cleaned up after himself, either. He was, in everyway except physical, an animal. He'd leave the carcasses of his meals scattered about the forest without worry. They always got cleaned up one way or another, so he never had to actually care.

Of course, it was his messy eating habits that made his unnatural presence known to the small town. Missing people found dead with the meat ripped off their bones was not something to ignore, after all. He didn't know much of what was said, but the brief encounters with his victims let him know much of what he needed to.

What may this all have to do with the townsfolk fear of leaving their windows open? Well, Calx could get desperate. Rumours of a beast spread like wildfire, making it so very little people wandered into his territory. He needed to find other ways to acquire the sustenance he required. Which is why he started to wander into town just as the sun went down.

The townsfolk were so trusting back then. They never cared about locking their windows or even closing their blinds. No, they would keep everything open, just for him, or so he liked to believe. He could happily peer through the windows, saliva dripping down his chin as he searched for the perfect meal that could fill his belly.

And so he feasted on a tri-nightly basis. What he couldn't consume in that night alone, he'd harvest and take back to his dwelling in the forest. He was visibly growing plumper, his once bony body long forgotten. He didn't have to worry about food anymore, not with the silly little humans of Falbrook inviting him into their homes with open arms.

It was one night in particular that he was beginning to notice some changes. The once uncovered windows were practically blacked out. He was rather confused. By the fifth house, he felt almost lost. Why were the little boxes with his meals suddenly closed off? He hadn't eaten everyone, not just yet, anyway. So he went home with plans to come back the following night.

He was growing increasingly agitated. The windows were always locked and the blinds were always closed. He just wanted a peek, to see just who was inside. He was much too picky to just break in and eat whoever resided in the broken down homes. No, the one time he had done so, the flesh was stringy and meat too fatty. He had spoiled himself too much, now he was without his favourite meal.

He had become nothing more that a scary story that was passed down from generation to generation. He was just another reason for the superstitious town to keep themselves closed off, and so they did.

A century or so had past since the first Falbrook rule had been set. One or two people went missing, but it was nothing compared to the massacre that once happened when everyone was at their most innocent. No, they were smart, too smart for the creature who wandered the streets at night in hopes that he could see one window that he could shimmy through.

And then there was you.

You had probably just moved in not even a couple hours ago. The rule book, oh the rule book you should have read, was tossed aside with little care. You didn't read it, no, it was obvious.

Sure, the townsfolk could have verbalized its importance, but that would mean bringing up Falbrook's secrets. And that was something they would not do. To put the past into words would make it true, so they didn't. No, if you were to learn anything, you would learn it from the book and the book alone.

And, oh, how happy Calx was when he saw the light streaming through your open blinds. He had not been blessed with a sight like that in so long. He was a giggly mess, the once desperate whispers he let out replaced with happy wheezes.

He climbed onto the side of your house and peered inside. His pupils dilated at the mere sight of you. God, you looked so beautiful. What? No, no, no, he meant tasty. You looked so tasty, so much so that he started to lap at the glass separating the two of you. Saliva pooled from his mouth and dribbled down the window as he just stared at you.

He didn't know if he should slip inside your room or not. You were a delicacy to him, yes, but you were also something more. It wasn't love, no. A monster like Calx was not capable of loving someone. He didn't think so, anyway. So what was it? Infatuation? Obsession? Desire? He couldn't quite wrap his brain around it. The only thing that he knew was that he wanted to keep you alive for the sake of watching you.

And watch you he did. It became his favourite past time. He would wait until the bell chimed six times before slipping into the small town. He kept hidden in the shadows, even if it would not have worked due to his massive stature, but he was too drunk on you to actually care.

He crouched down in front of you window, his dilated pupils watching your every move. You were so much different than the other townsfolk. You had a spark to you that the town seemed to have taken away from everyone else. Maybe that's because you're not from here, he thought to himself. He would have noticed your open blinds a while ago if you were.

He nibbled on the rodent he had caught on his way to your place. The blood dribbled down his chin and coated his fingers. He had been in too much of a hurry to grab something more fulfilling. In fact, he hadn't actually eaten something that could keep his belly full in quite some time. Not since he saw you, that is. You were all he needed, even if his body told him countless times that you were not enough.

He absentmindedly lapped at the blood on his fingers as he watched you watch whatever silly little show was streaming tonight. These moments together made him feel almost human. Almost. He wasn't human, nor would he ever be. He just enjoyed watching you live. It was strangely calming. Well, for him, that is. If you ever found out about his presence, you'd probably lock your windows like the rest of Falbrook's residents did. Strange. That stupid train of thought made his heart ache.

He slurps the rat's tail into his mouth and suckles on it. He lowers himself down onto his hands and knees, almost missing the sight of your oblivious form. He crawls over to your front porch and sits on his haunches. He lowers the rat down onto your welcoming mat. He just stares down at it as the beige colour of the mat slowly turns a murky red. He didn't know why he felt compelled to offer you the little gift, but he did. For some reason, it made that ache in his chest go away.

He doesn't stop with just the singular rat. Oh no, he makes certain to gift you something every night he stops by your house. Rabbits, squirrels, and a bird or two. He was spoiling you. Spoiling his.. his mate. No, no, you weren't mates just yet. But you would be. He would court you good and proper, then you'd have to accept his little cryptid heart.

Autumn soon turned to winter and Calx was still nowhere close to you. He had thought that his little gifts would do the trick, but you hardly seemed to care. If anything, you seemed to dislike them, for he had found a couple tossed aside like they were nothing more than an inconvenience.

He huddles in on himself as he continues to watch you with those big black eyes of his. He was a shivering, desperate mess. He reaches out and claws at your bedroom window. Of course, like always, you paid no mind to the noise.

His other hand closes into a fist, and his long nails dig into his palm. Crimson blood drips from his palm and onto the dusting of snow below him. He was leaving even more evidence of his existence, even if it was just an accident this time.

A needy whine tears through his throat as your bedroom light flickers off. He nuzzles his nose against the cold glass. He wanted to be inside for once. He was sick and tired of just watching and waiting. He had given you gifts, so he had made it clear that he was courting you, so why can't he just come in?

His warm breath fogs up the window as he presses his face against the glass. He watches as you seem to relax on your sheets. He waits for a moment or two more before pressing against the window a little more. He has to fight back another animalistic whine as it opens a crack. You had left it unlocked for him. This was an invitation, right? You wanted him to come in. You were offering the warmth of your little dwelling to him.

He crawls through the open window, pausing as he hears you groan a little in your sleep. Were you cold? He knew he was taking his sweet time in entering your room, but he didn't want to wake you. His beautiful mate needed their rest, after all.

He closes the window behind him with a soft click. He inhales deeply. A shudder runs through his body as your scent fills his nostrils. He had sniffed a tissue or two he had found in your trash before, but this was something else entirely. Everything smelled like you, and he could not get enough.

He crawls over to your bed and sits right below you. He stares at your face, his greedy gaze taking in your features up close. Your lips, your cheeks, even your hair made his heartbeat quicken. He knew he should have eaten you when he first had the chance, but he wouldn't be able to feel like this if he had. You were a weakness, something that a creature like him should have snuffed out, but, fuck, he loved it.

He reaches a clawed hand out and runs a finger down your cheek and along your jaw. You were so soft. The creatures in the forest could never compare to just how soft you were. Not the bear pelts he lined his dwelling with, nor the rabbits when he petted them before consuming them. No, nothing could ever compare to you.

He leans forward and nuzzles his wet nose against your own. He hadn't bothered in cleaning himself up after his meal, so he hopes you won't mind the possum blood that now marks your skin. He just wants to be close to you.

He pulls away and raises himself to his full height. He just stands and stares down at you for a couple more seconds before clumsily climbing into bed beside you. Regardless of your height, his form practically dwarfs your own as he snuggles into your side. He buries his blood covered face into the crook of your neck and inhales. You were so sweet, far too sweet for a creature like him.

His tongue lolls out of his mouth and laps lazily at your pulse point. He had wanted to taste you since he had first set his eyes on you. And, oh, you did not disappoint. He had to pull away almost immediately after, for his urges screamed at him to devour. He couldn't and wouldn't. As monstrous as he may be, he would not consume his mate.

He holds you close against his chest. His forehead lowers to rest on your shoulder as he hunkers down even more. He felt at peace for the first time in his life. The hunger that constantly plagued him seeming to disappear in your presence, his urge to eat you aside, of course.

You were his now. You had disregarded Falbrook's rules of your own accord, so you have to learn to live with your new mate. He won't bite, so long as he can help himself, nor will he leave your side. He was devoted to you, completely and utterly. You left your blinds open, and you forgot to lock your window. You invited him in, so you have to deal with the consequences.

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new series or smth. i'll edit the cw as i go ig.

cw: mdni, gender neutral, yandere themes, mentions of cannibalism & murder, cryptid mating, possibly sexual content, body horror, they're just silly little guys.

The small town of Falbrook was most known for its small and rather unwelcoming community. The people who resided there never left, nor did anyone new ever really move in. May Falbrook have mercy on the poor souls who actually try to move out. Nobody just left Falbrook. No, it wasn't that simple. Once in Falbrook, you could never leave, no matter how hard you tried.

The whispered rumours and stories of creatures beyond mere human comprehension were enough to keep people away. The residents, however, believed in them wholeheartedly. Windows were locked tight and covered completely before the sun went down, which only added to the dreary atmosphere. It was a must, a need, especially in a town like Falbrook.

Of course, if the small town was as bad as it was said to be, then why would you move there? The residents didn't know if they should pity you or hate you for your stupidity. There were warning signs scattered all across town, practically screaming at you to run and never look back. Could you not understand them? Or were you simply too dense to acknowledge them? Regardless, they only viewed you as yet another stupid victim of the town's many happenings.

You should be grateful that they were kind enough to give you what they called a "welcoming book." It was just as welcoming as they were, which was not very, but it held useful information if you actually decided to read it. But, of course, you didn't, did you? You set it to the side, making a mental note to "read it later," and it showed. Why else would you keep your lights on past six or keep your blinds open after the sun went down?

Your idiocy didn't go unnoticed either. The very creatures the book would have warned you about gravitated to you like a moth to a flame. It was like you were screaming at them to come to you and come to you, they would.

Welcome to our small town of Falbrook. Before you get settled in, there are a couple rules that you must know and follow :

《 rule one : keep your windows locked and blinds closed • calx 》

《 rule two : outdoor and indoor lights must be shut off before the clock hits six • cera 》

《 rule three : mirrors are not prohibited anywhere in falbrook • lumen 》

note that any failure to follow these rules may result in, but are not limited to: loss of limbs, loss of one's self, loss of bodily autonomy, or even death.

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mithrun + almost a tragic hero

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Wow I haven't posted in a bit. Woah.

My birthday happened! I'm older and I got stabbed in the face a few times. (I got piercings)

Anyway. Cat. He's pretty stupid lookin

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You're a deity who finds himself in a random world. Bored, you create life. After a bunch of stuff, you've joined the hero party as a tagalong with your true identity hidden. The party knows you as the dude who mumbles blasphemous yet somehow true gossip about past heroes in his sleep.

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TFA sentinel: SQUEEEE OMG IM FINALLY A PRIME and I hate that stupid scrapheap Optimus

TFONE sentinel: okay airachnid now hit the second tower

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Nightmare Viper siblings

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Sumtimes i wish my artstyle leaned into more realistic stylized instead of anime but god DAMN do i not get commissions if I do it.

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Made a mouthwashing animation yayyy

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trump dies of congestive heart failure before being sworn in charge to like cast to reblog

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When the Last Petal Falls(Part 1)

Yandere!Duke x Male!Reader

You were put into an arranged marriage with a duke who's infamous for killing those married to him after the death of his wife when their son was but a newborn. After the marriage, the man ignored you, not even visiting your room on your wedding night. But the child was far too cute and lonely to simply ignore!

A/n : so uhh, idk how it happened, but I accidentally published my unfinished draft of this, I don't know how, last time I checked it was still in my drafts! I took a nap, turned off my notifications. And then when I woke up there was '____ liked your post: 'When the last petal falls'' and I was like, wtf, I didn't even upload it though.ヽ⁠༼⁠⁰⁠o⁠⁰⁠；⁠༽⁠ノ

A/n#2 : welp, it's updated now, so I'll see you on part two when I start working on it, hopefully I don't accidentally post it again.(⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

You weren't all too thrilled about your wedding, but it's not like you could do anything about it. Your family was hemorrhaging money in a project that cost far more than what they had, stupid, really stupid. Now they're marrying off their eldest child, you, to a man, who was infamous for murdering his spouses, for profit! But you (the maids) packed your belongings and got yourself dressed non the less.

You stared at yourself as a maid continued to do your hair, all the while her coworkers arguing about what you should wear. "BUBBA!!" A small yet strong voice of a little girl yelled accompanied by rapid footsteps. Soon enough you hear the footsteps come to a halt as the door to the room opened slightly. You turned you head slowly so you don't ruin whatever the maid was doing. Seeing a tiny head peeking in, you smiled softly as you ushered your little sister in.

"You're going all ready?" She pouts as a she makes her way over to you with her arms outstretched. You engulf her in a hug when she got close enough before answering her question. "Unfortunately, I am, why? Are you going to miss your big brother?" You joke, Rose buried her face further into your clothes. Then you heard a a barely audible sniffle, not from Rose, no, but from out the door. You could guess the maid that was dutifully styling you hair heard it too when she stopped her work. You look at her before gently carrying Rose with you while she looked down towards the ground curiously.

Opening the door, you saw your youngest sibling trying to dry his tears with his sleeves. Crouching down, you place your hand over the one he was using to wipe his tears. "Finn, why are you crying?" You whisper gently, picking him up in your unoccupied arm. "B-big brother..... No go..." He whimpers clutching onto your shirt. You sigh softly, you gently place Rose down on the ground, with a pat to her head, so you could run your fingers through the young boys hair.

"I won't be gone forever, you two." You say as you walk towards the maid who was doing your hair earlier, Rose following you. You say down with Finn in your lap, calling a maid to get your little sister a chair as well. "You may continue." You tell the maid. Rose was oddly quiet the entire time, you won't question it though.

"... Can't you ask mother and father to hold off your marriage..." A deep yet quiet voice says. You nearly jump, you didn't hear him enter the room at all. "Wilhelm.. didn't I tell you to make noise so I know you're there?" You scold without turning to look at him. "I'm sorry.... I forgot to do so.. are you angry?" He whispers so quietly you had to strain your ears to hear. "No, I'm not." You say simply and you four were plunged into silence.

You sigh when 5 minutes have passed with no words spoken, the only noise being the whisper-yells of the maids(they tried to be quiet out of respect, they failed). You shift slightly so you could hand Wilhelm your sleeping brother. When he takes Finn in his arms you shoo the two siblings away, you're sure they were busy something before deciding to ignore that and come to you. "Well, you two have somewhere you need to be, make sure to put Finn in his cot beforehand." You say, leaving no room for objections.

The two look at each other before Wilhelm nods, a quick 'goodbye' leaving his lips and Rose hugs you quickly, turning away and walking to the door the young girl gives you a wave and a bye of her own. Only a few minutes later and your hair was finally finished, the other also having agreed on what you'd wear.

"You look stunning, young master!"

"I agree."

"Kyaaa! The young master's just so pretty! There's no way the duke won't like it!"

They all comment, but the last one but you on edge. It made you remember just who exactly you were marrying. 'That's right... I'm marrying him...' You thought, you were scared, and you couldn't deny it even if you wanted to. Getting married to someone you don't love is already hard enough, but getting married to someone who cloud kill you without consequences was terrifying.

"Young master? Are you alright? You seem quite troubled"

You hear a maid call out, a frown etched on her face. You quickly muster an 'I'm alright, don't worry' to her and she reluctantly believes it. The others looked worried to, yet never spoke a word, a silent conversation happening between them as they look at one another. Though they escort you out no less.

When you step out of the house you see lines of servants on the edge of the path way, your family (minus one) was in front of the gate and slightly blocking your view of a white and gold carriage behind them.

"[Y/n], you look stunning."

Your mother says as she hugs you. You wrap your arms around her as well before she pulls away. You feel a heavy hand gently hold place itself on your shoulder.

"Make our family proud, [Y/n]."

Your father says simply, but you can barely make out the slight waver of his stern voice. You give him a reassuring, close-eyed smile before saying 'Of course, father.'

As you step into the carriage with the help of the maids you hear your siblings call out. You smile at them and wave as the carriage starts moving.

The wedding hall was packed full of aristocrats, royalty and the like. Your family chatting up to your soon-to-be husband's family as you were given some touch ups behind the scenes by a maid. You were nervous, if not for your life then for the fact that if this went awry, your family would be in trouble, trouble that can't be quickly fixed.

Once the maid was finished you heard the king give an early congratulations to you and the duke for your marriage. You could see the duke waiting at the alter. And as you've guessed, he wasn't at all thrilled by this arrangement. It made fear for yourself more as you started to walk down the aisle.

You flinched as you felt him pull the veil away from your face harshly. You could feel your palms getting clammy as the officiant begins to read your vows.

"Do you, Iver Quinnell, take [Y/n] [L/n] as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, through your highs and lows, in poverty and wealth and till death alone do you part?

"I do"

The duke said, gritting his teeth as he forced himself to hold your hands. He repeats the same for you, what's the point in asking this if there's no other option but—

"I do"

You say softly, but loud enough to be heard by the officiant and those closer to the alter. The old man smiles at the two of you before he turns around. Grabbing two silver chalice's filled with fine wine, he hands then to the two of you. This was it, once both infused some mana into one another's wine and drank from it, you two would be officially wedded.

You look up at your husband, his dull, golden eyes not focused on you. You sigh in relief, you don't want to look him in the eyes right now. Looking back down, you bite back the urge to just turn on your heel and run, but before you could act on those thoughts you stopped yourself as you hover your hand over your husband's chalice. He also, reluctantly, does so to yours.

You could see both chalice's glowing [f/c] and dark blue before returning to it's original, deep red hue. Hesitantly, you press the chalice to your lips before drinking the liquid inside. The crevices of the ring on your finger glow a dark blue as your husband's glows [f/c]. The phrase 'you may seal you union with a kiss' was what you dreaded, but you sucked it up like how your husband did as he hooked his arm around your waist and gave you a short kiss, long enough that people won't doubt or complain about your marriage.

Loud applause and chains of congratulations come right after. You spend the rest of the 'celebration' thanking guests, making connections and talking with familiar faces.

You begged to every god out there that you wouldn't be forced to spend the night with your newly-wed husband. Thankfully, they answered your prayers, but it cost you. A rumor about how the duke skipped his wedding night to visit his late wife's grave was what greeted you two days after the marriage.

You sigh tiredly as you sat in your office, handling your duties as the duke's husband. You could hear the quiet whispers of the maids that passed by.

"I heard that Duke Quinnell skipped his wedding night with Lord [L/n]!"

"Really? Where did you hear that from anyway?"

"From the head maids daughter! You want to know why he skipped it? Because he went to visit the late duchess' grave! I personally think he's a romantic, only for Lady Lucilia."

"You know well that the head maids daughter is a liar! And that's rude, we're infront of Lord [L/n]'s office right now, have you no shame?"

"I don't think he can hear me anyway, plus even the head maid said the duke went to his wife's grave! I heard she and her daughter accompanied the duke too."

You heard their conversation clearly, though muffled by the walls and doors. 'This maid is quite a blabber mouth, isn't she?' You thought, while separating all the documents and making sure they wouldn't fly away. You stood up and looked out the large window that overlooks the garden. Amidst all the green and flowers, you see a small black blob, and it looks like it's trembling.

Against your better judgement, you decide to go down and check what it was. The walk felt long, the corridors seemingly twisting and connecting back to one another, but you made it out with only being mildly disoriented. With a relieved sigh you start walking down path way. You remember that blob was somewhere around the yellow begonia's and away from the path.

Seeing the rose-like blooms you begin to stray off the stone path and onto the grass. You begin searching for the blob when you hear soft sniffling, it reminded you of when Finn would do his best to cry silently. You begin to walk towards the noise, your footsteps quiet. Parting a few bushes you see a small boy with black hair. You guess he was what you saw when in your office.

Slowly, you walk towards the boy, you sit by him with the rustle of leaves. You see him flinch and look up, his bright green eyes were red from crying, his puffy. His face remarkably similar to your husband's. 'Ah, so this is his child, how cute.' You think. "Who are you?" He asked meekly, his voice raspy from crying for too long.

"[Y/n] [L/n], you can call me whatever you like. But more importantly, why are you crying alone?"

You ask him. He looks at you, his big eyes becoming even bigger as they widen in surprise. He quickly and roughly wipes the tears away from his eyes with his sleeve. Well, he tries at least, the tears don't seem to stop.

"Stop that, you'll only cause it to get more irritated." You tell him, gently grabbing his wrist and pull it away so you can wipe away his tears a a soft handkerchief. He sniffles but leans his head into your touch. 'Poor boy' you think, it's sad to see how willingly he accepts any form of affection or touch. You can only guess how long he's been hiding his feelings and needs from everyone.

Only now do you realize that he hasn't answered your question. Maybe he doesn't feel comfortable sharing that with you, that's alright, you won't push him for answers. You start to hear sniffling again. Then you feel two tiny hands hold your hand, pushing it closer to his face.

You smile softly, moving your other hand away to hide the handkerchief. "Hush now, there's no need to cry." You whisper while rubbing his cheek with your thumb. "What's your name?" You ask him even though you already knew his name. "Lucille..." He says quietly.

"Well then, Lucille, is there something that you might want to do?" You ask him, and after seeing his eyes light up, you knew you did the right thing. "I wanted to practice my magic with daddy, but he was busy." He mutters. "Then, if you don't mind, we can practice together, right here, right now if you want." You tell Lucille as he looks at you, stars in his eyes. "Really?" He asked you. "Really." You say as a matter of fact.

You've spent days on end with Lucille, juggling with handling house affairs and caring for your husband's child. "Mama, why does magic exist?" He asks for the tenth time today. Sitting on your lap because he refused to leave you alone.

You sigh; "Again, Lucille, I don't know, but maybe it's because someone stronger thought that we deserved or needed the help of nature to live. And how many times do I have to tell you: I'm not your mama." You tell him while working on the boring, yet important paperwork in your hands.

"But mama-!" He was cut short as you shushed him, placing your finger to his lips. "Ah ah ah, I told you before that I'm not your mama, I'm happy you think I'm your mother, but I'm not." You say before patting his head gently. "You must miss her-" "I don't know her..."

This time, you were cut off by Lucille. "What?" You say, voice soft. You were shocked, he'd never done that before. "I don't her, I don't know my mom." He starts his hands ball up into fist, crumpling his shorts. "Why should I miss someone I never knew? Mama was the one who took care of me and played with me, not daddy, not the dead woman, but mama." He says, it left you stunned as he looks at you.

"I don't know how to love someone I don't know, mama..." He says so quietly that you could barely pick it up. You spin him around on your lap so that he could face you. You gently wipe away his tears, telling him sweet nothings to get him to stop crying. You never expected that he'd react like this.

And neither did the duke's personal butler apparently. As he was walking down the halls of your side of the manor, he hears the young master's voice. 'The young boy has never gone here before, why would he be here now?' The elderly man puzzled.

But seeing you comforting a crying Lucille, after he had said that he did not feel any love towards his birth mother, was not what he expected.

Perhaps he should inform the master of this. After all, anything concerning Lucille or Lady Lucilia is of great importance, or so Duke Iver says. And frankly, it concerned him why the young master said that, and why he burst into tears after.

If on the off chance that you forced the boy to say that, he would not hesitate to keep the young master away from you. And if Lucille really feels that way? He would be divided, he was loyal to the young master who he's served all this time, but on the other hand, he cares for the child running around like the boy's his own grandson.

Telling the duke would mean a punishment. Not for Lucille, no, of course not. But for you, the one who possibly forced the young boy to say how he doesn't love his biological mother. But if you didn't force the boy, then it means that Lucille is comfortable with you, going so far as to call you 'mama'. And if you were hurt, then that would mean that Lucille would be hurt as well.

After weighing his options, the butler chose the safer route, to tell the duke what he had heard.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

He knocked on the wooden thrice, after waiting for a while he entered when he heard 'cone in'. Seeing the large and imposing man sitting at his desk, glasses hung loosely from his face while signing documents and writing letters. "What did you need, Henry?" Iver asked.

"Master, I'm afraid that young master Lucille may be being forced to say that he doesn't feel a connection to Lady Lucilia by Lord [L/n]. I am still unsure whether or not this assumption is correct but I feel it is better to inform you of this."

He says, he saw the way the duke stiffened and how his hand were shaking from how tightly he balled them up, the feather pen snapping in half under the pressure.

Iver stood up, his frame blocking most of the natural light from getting in. His amber eyes glowing as he ordered:

"Tell Lord [L/n] to come see me in my office. Now."

A/n : So, I guess we're turning this into a two part story. So.... Thank you for reading this I will give you a digital flower as payment<3 and thank you for my first seven heart givers. Even though it was still unfinished when I accidentally posted it(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) anyways, have a good day, all days, peace(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)