#• . i. van omerta

[dxmoness]

Your husband has been having a severe case of the baby fever for a long time now. It started when he saw you taking care of your baby sister. The sight of you carrying the baby in your arms while you make her laugh made him desire to have one with you.

He's been planting small hints and clues that he is very much interested in having children with you. But you were still oblivious no matter how many hints he dropped. So he decided to take matters in his own hands.

“Um? Darling, we don't have a baby.” You say as you look over the things that you and your husband had bought during your shopping spree.

Your husband smiles mischievously. “But aren't they adorable?” He holds up a onesie for a baby for your inspection. Sure, it did look cute, but it was useless if you two did not have a baby to use it for.

You sigh, knowing he wants to hear you say yes. “I suppose it is...” You grace him with a small smile which makes him beam happily. “But my point still stands, we don't have a baby to use it on.”

He smirks as he puts down the baby clothes and walks to your side, leaning to kiss your cheek. “Not yet, we don't.” He purrs in your ear, his hot breath causes you to shudder involuntarily.

Your cheeks grow flush at the implication he is giving through his suggestive words. “What?” You decide it's best to play innocent first because you really didn't want to embarrass yourself if it was not what you think.

He chuckles as he tucks a loose strand of hair into the back of your ear. “You know what I mean, my love.” He gives you a dazzling smile. “I want to make one. Right now.” He pauses. “That is if you don't mind?” He asks softly, waiting for your response.

He seemed so desperate for it that you found it adorable. You nod in agreement. “Okay.” You respond softly, giving him your consent to continue as he pleases.

He did not waste anymore time as he immediately shoves you to the couch, his impatience showing evident in his quick movements. You yelp as you are immediately pinned down, his hand pinning both of yours above your head while his free hand starts dealing with his belt.

“Darling—” You gasp only for him to interrupt. “Hush.” He whispers, silencing you by pressing a lingering kiss on your soft lips as he finally managed to get the belt off. “Be quiet and let me take care of you.”

➷ ( characters ) — lante agriche , dion agriche , rezef hill , claude de alger obelia , anastacius de alger obelia , cesare de como , regis adri floyen , eiser grayan , eros vasilios , aamon paxley , jingyuan , kamisato ayato , izek van omerta , callisto regulus. ❀

➷ ( tags ) — @d10nsaint , @dreamlessnight @yourwholeworld @yumieis @im-in-love-with-fairytales , @synthe4u , @yoghurtsan , @luvyev. ( ask to be added to a specific taglist. ex: the first six people wanted to be tagged in dion agriche tagged fics hence their appearance. ) ❀

[dyinggirldied]

[grinsgrimmy]

Hii!! I’m requesting again 👏👏 Can you do a Izek Van Omertà where they are just opposites? Like Izek is like the moon/grumpy and the reader is the sunshine, yk that type of relationship dynamic (thank you! 😇)

Ｈ Ｅ Ａ Ｄ Ｃ Ａ Ｎ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ .

ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖨𝖲𝖪𝖤 𝖵𝖠𝖭 𝖮𝖬𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖠 𝗑 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

HOW TO GET MY HUSBAND ON MY SIDE

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 headcanons. (1001 words)

note : hi izek anonie!! thank you for your request again!! unfortunately there wasnt any plot or prompt so i ended up doing headcanons. next time pls have a prompt/plot so that ik what scenario to write like last time!! but still, thanks for the req anonie <3 to other readers pls req i have no idea what manhwa to write atp sobss,,

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ೀ⋆ iske finds himself agreeing to silly activities just to see you smile.

iske stood utterly still, gripping the net in his hand as if it were the most foreign object he had ever held. his gaze shifted uncomfortably between the net and you, caught between reluctant amusement and sheer disbelief.

then you, on the other hand, were in your own world. you were giggling with joy as you darted around, waving your own net in pursuit of the colourful butterflies that danced amongst the meadow.

that was yet another of your spontaneous ideas that sprung without a second thought from that pretty mind of yours, iske mused.

despite how spontaneous these little activities of yours that you forced him to join in, he found himself constantly agreeing with you.

why?

that smile of yours.

a smile that seemed to brighten up the world. his world.

no matter how senseless, foolish, or childish these activities you asked him to join, he would always be beside you.

you would ask him to act like a dog, and he would oblige without a second thought. hell, if you begged him to wear a dress, he would. albeit, reluctantly and begrudgingly. people can look at him weirdly for how much he bow down to your whims, he does not care about others' opinion anyways.

despite it all, you remained oblivious to how much you had iske around your finger.

"come on, iske!" you called out with glee. you were so carefree and vibrant.

iske found himself lost in your smile, one that could even rival the sun. he blinked, and an amused smile slowly grew on his lips as he robotically followed your movements.

he awkwardly swung the net in a half-hearted manner to mimic you, which earned a burst of laughter from you as you pointed at his clumsy form.

iske could only stare in daze at your laughter.

worth it, was the only thing iske thought about.

ೀ⋆ despite his reserved nature, iske loves initiating kisses.

iske was not one to initiate public affection.

you were.

in fact, you thrived on public affection. thankfully not overexaggerated ones, but spontaneous little gestures such as intertwining your fingers with his abruptly, hugging his arm, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek or, if you were daring, kiss his lips.

iske never pushed you away, his stoic nature willingly absorbed your bubbly energy to ground himself.

regardless, just because iske was never expressive, did not mean he never initiated affection either. he did, in his own subtle way that always left you breathless.

when no one was looking, when the world's gaze was not on the two of you, he would lean in close, his lips brushing your temple to press the most tender kiss.

it often caught you off guard— oftentimes due to the fact that you could feel his love with just a fleeting kiss.

iske knew his kisses made your heart race, and how it made you so irresistibly flustered that he could not help but began to be more open to initiate it a few more times than he usually would.

hence, even in public, where his reserved nature was more apparent, there were moments. absentmindedly, he would press a kiss to the top of your head. if he stood behind you, his lips would find the back of your head, giving a fleeting kiss.

on some other moments, iske would kiss you abruptly just to make you quiet because that pretty brain of yours really enjoys going off topic. or, if you were proud of yourself because you achieved something, he would entertain you by giving you a kiss too.

if you were looking at him so expectantly, he would grab your chin and kiss you immediately—

his actions always whispered the truth; how much he loves you and adores you. it was undeniable.

iske enjoys giving you kisses. way more than he anticipated.

and to you, his kisses definitely beat your more bubbly ones.

ೀ⋆ if someone does not reciprocate your warm energy, expect iske to glare that person down.

iske's expression shifted quickly from indifference to an icy glare, glowering down so intensely that it was definitely burning straight through the merchant's soul.

the merchant faltered under the weight of iske's glare, stammering and backing to the wall.

iske adored your vibrant and warm energy, and he adored watching you chatter with others with that bubbly personality of yours. you remind him of a puppy.

hence, if iske were to see someone who does not match your warmth or were to ever be cruel to that warmth of yours, he would bury that person straight to the ground.

which was exactly what he itched to do as he bore down on the merchant with an unrelenting stare, showing his clear displeasure.

the market square was bustling with life, and you, as always, were the bubbly force that was cutting through the noise, greeting every vendor.

until you reached this trash.

this trash who was already staring at you with disgust when you have not even uttered a single word and grunted a few insults under his breath—

insults that iske caught immediately.

not everyone could exactly match your energy, iske understood that much. iske would be a little ticked off when people gazed at you weirdly for how you behaved—

however, once he heard the insults under that merchant's breath, that was enough to make him snap.

iske's hand was hovering over his sword, itching to unsheath it and threaten that man's life.

make him kneel and beg for forgiveness in front of you.

however, before he could even commit to his ideas, you tugged his sleeve lightly. he blinked, taking a few steps back, though his eyes glanced at the merchant to glare at him like a furious cat.

you brightly pushed iske along to the next vendor, reassuring him that you were not hurt by how the merchant acted. iske could only let out a defeated huff but continued along with you. he listened to you dutifully, after all.

though behind your back, he made sure that merchant would be dealt with shortly after.

was it unruly of him? iske did not care.

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[nums-bird]

no cuz y'all don't get it IZEK LOVED RUDBECKIA BEFORE ALL OF THIS.BEFORE THE REINCARNATION .BEFORE EVERYTHING.HE LOVED HER WHEN SHE REFUSED HIM.HE LOVED HER WHEN SHE BETRAYED HIM AND HE LOVED HER WHEN HE HAD TO KILL HER😭😭😭🤚‼️‼️

In every lifetime and every universe,Izek will always love Rudbecka and Rudbeckia has always loved Izek

[shxrry-blossom]

Pretty girls pick up half their bangs

[fleeingmoonlight]

Riding With Prince Charming

[musky-potato]

Kay, so my progress has not been going well..... But I wrote plenty of unfinished WIPS courtesy of some random brainrot I couldn't bear to just ignore and going about my day without at least typing it down on my notes, but anyways.. yeah I'll post this snippets at least....

I NEVER thought that there'd be a day where I'd write things from Freya's pov, but honestly, I found joy in her misery so BCJDJJFJDJSKDJDJ

Pairing: Iske x Ruby

Tw: Grammar mistakes (obv, it's unedited), Freya, Freya's train of thoughts (her name is a warning itself but just to be safe), slightly spicy (?) cuz I don't write nsfw.

Summary: A peek to Freya's thoughts as she witnessed the main couple's interaction after she walked in on them (if someone says Iske was not aware there's even a bystander near (flashback to that scene where Andymion became a third wheel when the couple literally made out with e.o) THEN THATS A LIE, THAT JERK KNOWS BUT HE JUST DOESNT CARE AND IF RUBY WAS THE SAME AND DOESNT MIND, HED DEFINITELY CONTINUE AND DONT GIVE AN F ABOUT SOMEONE LOOKING AND IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-)

I have like, 2 (?) fics about her marinating with hatred and malicious thoughts about Ruby as Iske literally rub their relationship on her face...

[kira-craxkships]

Quick thing

P.S they are all being written Just want to know which one should take priority

[mugenn]

you know, i thought i won when i got charteris crying for rosentine… but then i got iske crying for ruby????????????? i stay winning!!

[jooroy-blog]

How we were in this season mentally preparing for the garden ki#@s (censor it cause Cesar)

How we will be in the next season waiting for ruby and Freya cats fights 😆

[dxmoness]

─────── A DISTANT MEMORY COMING BACK TO FIND ME...

It's all coming back to me now.

This started when Ruby came to my office, holding a new discovery in hand. New for her, but to me this was something he'd never wanted to see again.

"Izek, look at what I found!" Ruby's cheerful banter faded when she saw my reaction. In her hand was a picture frame. It had myself, my sister and... her.

Y/N L/N. My old friend. My heart drops the moment I saw it.

"Izek?" "That's...throw that away." "Huh?" I do not look back as I leave.

I go through the halls and find myself in a vacant bedroom. This room...it is empty for a reason. The scent is clear. Her scent is here.

Memories flood my brain even as I run away from it. Why is the memory so vivid? The scent brings back her being to me.

Now I sit on the bed where a memory lingers, seeing myself back by the bedside. Y/N before me. Her fingers clasping mine. So weak and frail.

"You okay, Izek?" The female's voice weak and faded. The smell of sweet medicine is strong on her breath as I pull her close. Her frame is small and weak compared to me.

"I should be asking that." "You already know the answer though..." I did and I also knew she didn't have longer time. "You'll live." I had replied, trying to give her the hope she didn't feel at all.

"...if you say so." She whispered, clutching onto me even more. Suddenly I feel my shirt getting wet, she's crying. "I don't want to die Izek...not when I have so many things I want to do..." She said through sobs, I had wiped her tears and told her again.

"I'll make sure you live." A few words that caused her to believe. A belief that fell within months of research.

I sit there, reminiscing the memories. Every day I had visited her here, sat at this exact spot telling her I found different ways to get her treatment. But treatment after treatment nothing worked. She was fading and had faded from my grasp.

Now the painful memory is in place. The remembrance of her dying wishes.

I hadn't been there when she faded. Only Ellen had been. I remember all too well. During the day I had at long last found something that could heal anything and it includes her. I rush to the castle only to be surprised by the look of hopeless faces, faces that spoke what I needed to know. I ran to the room, but was far too late. The maids were placing a cloth to cover the body on the bed. My father's face was somber and melancholy, my sister looked at me with her puffy eyes and her tearstained cheeks.

She was gone.

I had sat there again. It didn't bother me that the corpse remained. Everyone had left and I was alone. My fingers lift the cloth to see her pale face.

My lips had trembled as I grabbed her hand. No pulse. Tears threatened me as I placed my lips against the cold skin. No more warmth lay in them.

"You said you'd stay." I had choked out, tears streaming down my face as I sat there, crying. "I'm sorry." I put down the potion I had bought. Fingers clasping the cold fingers of my friend, wishing that my warmth would warm her again.

Now my body seems to move on its own. I find myself at the garden where the trees lay. We had turned this into one of the southern gardens for Ruby's comfort, but in the midst of all this change I kept one thing.

The soft mound that made up her grave was still noticeable. It is near the lake. The roses I left her are still here, withered and brown. I kneel down and touch the stone marking.

I'm sorry I didn't stay. I didn't see you before you died. I'm sorry I didn't find it in time. I'm sorry I can't see you smiling at my achievements. Being the one who initiated all the parties and told me after she'd done so. I'm sorry.

─────── NOTES?!

I woke up today and chose angst. This is for a request!

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[dyinggirldied]

Our brave, pretty ladies and their portraits

[grinsgrimmy]

Hi! This is my first time ever requesting anything so sorry if this is bad. 😣😣

Can you do a Izek van omertà from how to win my husband over? (I love him so much 😭) Like we’re Ruby’s younger sister, we go to visit her, and while we’re there we get to know Izek. Can this also be platonic? Please and thank you! I love your work as well! ☺️

Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｔ Ｌ Ｅ Ｓ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｅ Ｒ .

ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖨𝖲𝖪𝖤 𝖵𝖠𝖭 𝖮𝖬𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖠 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

HOW TO GET MY HUSBAND ON MY SIDE

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 drabble . (1013 words)

sum. ruby's little sister decided to visit her one day, only to judge iske platonic

note : thank you for the request and nice words, anonie!! my first platonic fic, so idk if i did well but i tried! i also tried my best to write beyond just meeting iske so im REALLY REALLY sorry for changing the prompt. i wish i can write more but this is suppose to be a drabble, so i had to shorten the ending...

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“ruby, i don't like him.”

you muttered under your breath almost immediately after stepping out of your carriage, greeted by your sister and her imposing husband.

it had not been a minute, but you were absolutely certain that you did not like duke iske van omerta.

ruby's eyes widened, a mix of embarrassment and amusement flashing across her face as she glanced at iske, who stood baffled by your blunt words, but his expression remained unreadable (much to your annoyance).

ruby let out a nervous laugh, pulling you to her to give a quick hug. “you little—! you just got here,” she whispered sharply, her wobbly, embarrassed smile betraying her amusement. “you haven't even talked to him, and you already decided that he's the bad guy.”

“he looks mean.” you glanced up at the towering man with an icy glare of your own as you furrowed your brows, “and kind of ugly.” you could hear the screech of disbelief from ruby when those words left your mouth.

you yelped as ruby pulled you to her, as she covered your mouth with her hand. ruby gave a nervous and apologetic grin to iske, “she doesn't mean it! she's just tired from the journey—”

you struggled, attempting to protest against ruby's words, “no i'm not he's— mmph!” ruby's grip on your mouth tightened, keeping her stilling grin.

“she doesn't mean it!”

iske's eyes narrowed slightly, his bewilderment shifting to something more unreadable. iske did not know whether to be offended or stunned by the audacity of ruby's sister. 

he could not exactly be angry since, well, you are ruby's sister.

iske was quite confident about himself as a duke and commander, who often instilled fear and rumors— however, being called mean and ugly by his wife's teenage sister was certainly a humbling experience.

though he did not show it, he was genuinely bothered by it.

iske raised a brow, folding his arms across his chest. “does she always introduce herself like this?” ruby let out another nervous laugh, still holding your mouth shut, “oh, she's usually much, much worse.”

“am not!” you managed to squeak out as you wriggled free from her grasps. as you stumbled on your steps, you quickly jabbed a finger to iske, “i'm being honest! you look scary! why does ruby always sing praises about yo— ow! ruby!”

despite iske's stoic demeanour while watching the exchange between ruby and her sister, something about your words seemed to pierce through iske's unshakeable confidence. his stature had stiffened since you called him ugly, and so did his sharp gaze.

when hearing that you were visiting ruby, iske actually put in a whole lot of effort to look neat, tidy, and sophisticated to have your approval after ruby said that you were a cranky teen that did not really like people.

ruby managed to calm you down from your crankiness of disliking iske, she turned her head back to iske—

only to find him leaning against a pillar of the manor, as if sulking. well, ruby assumed he was sulking, judging by his faltered shoulders and contemplating expression. 

if anything, he looked troubled. 

ruby could barely hear the mumbles coming from him

ruby paled to see iske having an existential crisis. she shot you a warning glare before walking to iske, trying to comfort him, “iske, don't let my sister's words get into your head! you're fine the way you are!”  

iske is a duke, a commander, a man accustomed to respect and feared by many.

yet here he was, troubled by the blunt opinion of a teenager.

his wife's little sister.

it made him extra bothered when you really liked iske's sister, but not him.

during the duration of your stay, iske tried to appeal to you. somehow, that was. he always struck up conversations with you whenever you were around, which you found completely awkward and weird of him, unfortunately.

then he tried to appeal to your taste palette. he made sure that every meal from breakfast to dinner had meals that you were fond of, which ruby thankfully told him what you did like. that still did not make you like him at all.

iske had also attempted to give you tiny gifts. this was a strategy that ruby herself had told iske to try since you were quite fond of gifts. 

he had started to look like a kicked puppy due to not having ruby's little sister's approval.

“this isn't actually bad.” you admitted to ruby as you raised the toy plush of an animal you were fond of, gazing at it with satisfaction. “see, he's not that bad, right?” ruby mused with a strange sympathy for her husband, who's been in turmoil for two days due to you.

you gave her a look before sighing, “i'm surprised he's doing all of this. the attempts to talk to me, the food, and now the gifts. he's a real weirdo.” you huffed out.

you returned your eyes back to the plush. after a long while of thinking, you pouted, “ugh, fine... he's not that bad. i guess he's better than the rest of the other choices father had for you.” you grumbled out, embarrassed to admit that iske is actually a good man for your sister.

as you prepared to leave, you decided to apologise to iske about your behaviour. despite your irritation and resistance (and probably protectiveness over your sister), you could not ignore that iske had genuinely tried. 

you also had seen the way he looked at ruby. genuine love and care.

he was unlike those disgusting men.

you only gave a curt apology to iske. there was no need for grand gestures or for it to be lengthy before hopping into your carriage.

when you glanced out at the window, you noticed that iske's eyes brightened, like a dog. he looked at ruby with disbelief and pride. iske finally got your approval after three days of trying.

you could not help but feel a quiet sense of happiness, knowing that your sister will be fine with that weirdo.

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[ve-lli]

Downturned or unturned eyes?

I prefer downturned

OUTFIT IS BASED ON IZEK’S FROM “HOW TO GET MY HUSBAND ON MY SIDE” MANHWA

[nums-bird]

Y'all to everyone who has ever said that villainess manhuas suck pls go read how to get my husband on my side.Genuinely one of the best things I've ever read

The story and writing is so good.How did it take me so long to read it 😭😭🤚