#abel heilon

[rie-092]

FATHER, CAN I DIE?

✶﹒ platonic yandere! manhwa fathers x suicidal/overworked daughter! reader

summary : maybe they should just lock you in your room to make sure that you won't do something dangerous.

a.n : i plan to make this a series, what do you think?

abel heilon

let's start with the most chill platonic yandere! out of the guys that i will feature in this post! abel heilon, the duke of the north with a simple mindset of 'if you mess with me then i'll mess with ya' we all know how protective he is with fiona and siegren. but just imagine, what if— just what if he has an illegitimate child who's related to him by blood that he hid from the public's eyes.

anyways, the first time he met you. he became sure of one thing. damn, you were indeed his child. with that silver hair, blue eyes and personality of yours— you were indeed his child. he can't deny that because you looked like a kid version of him. well, it's not like he is denying it tho— but what the fuck is wrong with your brain anyways?!

he doesn't know if you were abused before he met you. but why in the hell are you so obsessed with suicide anyways?! why the fuck are you even throwing yourself in battles when you were a support mage?! for the fuck sake! stop! yes, you have above average amount of mana! but the hell?! you're not as strong as fiona nor siegren! stop it!

if it's not for siegren then he wouldn't know the fact that you happily greeted the assassin that was sent by the imperial family. according to him, before siegren saved you from the assassin you even have the guts to propose to that damn assassin about committing suicide together since according to you, you have fallen in love with him— hearing that story, abel couldn't help but facepalm. (first name), you're thirteen! and that assassin is already thirty-six or worse, older!

maybe because of the stress of managing the north and keeping you safe from your suicide attempts. abel finally snapped.

look, abel likes watching you enjoying your freedom. but damn, if he doesn't do anything about this— he might end up burying you before you even reach the age of 18. he won't hurt you, he swears. that was the last thing that he will do to you. but that doesn't mean that he can't take preventive measures to make sure that you were safe.

platonic yandere! abel heilon was one of the chillest platonic yandere that existed. he will let you do anything that you want, he won't take away your freedom nor hurt you. he isn't also overbearing to the point that it was suffocating. but don't make him snap, because he can be the most suffocating and controlling parent existed.

now, on your sixteenth birthday— to celebrate it. you decided to jump onto the freezing river near the manor. you expected that you'll wake up inside your room— but no. when you opened your eyes, you were inside an unfamiliar room that has no windows. seeing that you can't use your magic, you were sure that there's a magic restricting device placed around here. what the hell is happening?

the door had opened, you looked at who it was and saw abel looking at you with a smug grin. you tried to ask him what is going on but instead of replying— abel only ruffled your hair saying that it will be only him and you from now on. and that was when you realized one thing— abel had taken your freedom away from you.

but abel didn't care. cry until you have no tears left, he doesn't care. the only thing that he cared about was keeping you alive. and this is the only thing that he know to achieve his goal. but don't worry, he will visit you everyday and give you books to make sure that you won't get bored. so, can you stop being a btch and appreciate his efforts?

he doesn't care if your eyes lost its usual enthusiasm and spark. he doesn't care if you stop eating at some point— because abel can shove the food inside your mouth to make sure that you stay alive.

oh, by the way— fiona was the one who made the room where you were staying now. she just wanted to make sure that you were safe! and the only place where you can be safe is the place where you can't use magic! so, forgive them, will ya?

“should i just cut off your arms? so that you won't be able to use your magic again?”

gallahan lombardy

okay, as far as you know— you are not really a suicidal type of person. but for your father, gallahan lombardy you are. because for gallahan, overworking is another way to try to kill yourself after all.

gallahan is a sweet person, i swear. he won't hurt you at all and isolating you? no, no, no, gallahan won't do that! but he still couldn't help but become paranoid when it came to you. you were way too focused on studying— maybe because of the pressure that you were getting from the other people.

your sleep only lasted for two or four hours, you always isolate yourself inside the library. and gallahan didn't like it at all— look, you need to take it easy and rest. the only time you leave the library was when gallahan and tia drag you outside to eat in a cafe or buy new clothes.

platonic yandere! gallahan loves to spoil you. you wanted to buy books? here you go. want to try home-cooked foods? sure, he'll cook it for you. do you want to go to the festival with tia? alright! as long as he will go with you two.

but then, a certain event made gallahan snap. it was a normal day and gallahan entered the library to drag you outside so that you could socialize with the family. but then, he saw you unconscious on the floor, buried in the books and your nose was bleeding. gallahan was panicking, he didn't know what to do. what if you don't wake up? what if something bad happens to you? or worse— what if you die? if it wasn't for shananet who saw her younger brother's panicked face and her niece's condition. then gallahan won't be able to calm down and call the family doctor.

and what is the doctor's diagnosis? you were overworked. and after hearing that, rulac lombardi, your grandfather along with your auntie and uncles saw how your father's face darkened while looking at you who was peacefully sleeping on the bed.

and then, after that incident. you couldn't help but become confused when gallahan didn't scold you— instead, when you woke up. you saw him smiling softly at you. he didn't even ask you to take it easy. he just lets you do what you want.

but what you found odd was your father started giving you foods and drinks everytime and after consuming those things. you started feeling tired and before you knew it, you always ends up asleep. and once you woken up, you were already on your room. with tia cuddling with you while your father was asleep while sitting on the chair next to your bed also asleep.

knowing how innocent your father was, you never suspect a thing. you just kept on eating and drinking the things that he was giving to you. and you never questioned why you always get tired after it. your father loves you so much, so he wouldn't do anything— right?

plot twist, gallahan actually puts drug on your food and drinks to make sure that you will take a rest and never overwork yourself again. but a year later, you started losing your sense of sight because of it. but gallahan and tia don't care when you have them? oh, just thinking about their sweet (first name) being dependent on them was enough to make them very happy.

“sorry, honey! this is just a precaution, okay?”

[dark-night-hero]

Getting to know my-

My Top 3 manhwa men: (Kartien my no.1)

Kartien & Kayden from Eleceed, Phineas from My In-laws are obsessed with me.

My top 3 manhwa couples:

Pershati & Therdeo from My in laws are obsessed with me. Asha & Carlisle from Age of arrogance. Hestia & Caelus from For my derelict favorite.

Top 3 manhwa dads:

I HAVE A THING FOR SILVER HAIRED DADS? I THOUGHT I LIKE 2D GUYS WITH RED HAIR?!

Anyways, i forgot the name of the first guy but he is the father of the FL in There is no place for fake princess. Second is Abel Heilon/Helion from Author of my own destiny. Third is from a manhwa promo, novel completed, Theodore Dubbled from Baby raising devil.

[1k1ga1]

i can apply for a job for abel heilon from "i became the wife of the male protagonist" with a reading that dresses in black like ines valeztena from "the broken ring" (if you've read it you know what i'm talking about) that scene from everyone's wedding surprised by its beauty was WONDERFUL!or something along those lines? I'm just looking for abel's jobs and it's my first time here so I'm sorry if it was long or a little rude:)

💙

❝𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . . . ❞

━━ 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐖𝐀 💭 𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 / 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘

━━ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 💭 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐗 (𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒) 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

━━ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 💭 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅

from the day the mere point of a six years-old child’s finger sealed his fate, abel was never able to envision his future without you, his future betrothed. the one and only daughter of a revered duke who’s wealth and fame was abundant enough for the only heir to spend mindlessly throughout generations. yet, despite hailing from such an esteemed lineage, you were famed not as the most noble woman in aristocratic society, but as the ‘crow-like’ nun.

in spite of the huge inheritance to your name, you rarely invested in luxury jewelry and custom-made ball gowns. instead, you opted for gloomy black dresses that covered from head to toe, barely leaving anything to the imagination.

though the aristocratic circles satirized you for dressing like a nun, they also commended your (assumed) efforts to stay chaste for your husband, incapable of comprehending that you merely wore what you found the most comfortable and efficient.

despite being at the center of ridicule and gossip, no one was there to defend you. your fiancée, who had indirectly caused the criticism to grow harsher due to his excuses to delay your wedding, was also territories away.

after years of enduring the scorn and mockery on your own, your shameless fiancée, who grabbed the opportunity to run away from his engagement by becoming the northern duke, dared to show his face at your doorstep. not to mention, he had the audacity to bring his adopted daughter along without a warning.

once abel had sat down (uninvited) and wore that shit-eating grin, you realized he was just the same as before. perhaps his physique had build, but that brazen and snarky personality of his was still irritating.

oh, the poor girl. you couldn’t imagine how hellish it would be to be such a man’s daughter. you were convinced he coerced her into agreeing, but decided not to voice your thoughts.

one thing you did appreciate about abel though, was the fact he always got to the point. but the audacity he has to order you to prepare for the wedding (which he quite literally ran away from) while he was still in the capital for his daughter’s debut was overly shameless.

so shameless that the fact you slapped him would be too merciful for a man who abandoned you to endure in humiliation for years.

regardless of the quarrel after not seeing each other for years, you did indeed organize a humble wedding ceremony that would only be attended by the royal family and close acquaintances. and on the most momentous day of your life, you walked into the banquet hall, figure adorned by rivulets of glimmering white that easily captured everyone’s attention. though the gown was basic by noble society’s standards, it complimented your body shape hugged your curves almost tantalizingly.

you could feel all the eyes enthralled on your figure. everyone was eating up your exposed neckline and bare shoulders after being conditioned to seeing you dressed like a nun for the majority of your life.

with a too knowing smile, you glance towards your soon to-be husband, and cerulean eyes widened in shock stared back at you. if you squinted, you could see the soft flush of his cheeks under the bright chandelier. but you indulge his gaze no longer as you turned away, the quirk of your lips turning more teasing, knowing what you stirred up in him.

was it the blush and lipstick that captured their attention? no one knew. surely a white dress couldn’t make someone look so beautiful? but could it? or perhaps was it your captivating smile that was all too knowing that it put the people who ogled to shame? no one knew the reason, but surely you’d be the hottest topic in the capital the following day.

[dxmoness]

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[camyuki]

[his-saiko]

[loeh]

From the moment he saw your portrait, his life began to change in ways he could hardly understand. At first, he attended the auction out of obligation. He was indifferent to the event until he saw you, captured in a frame, almost lost among the other items on display.

You didn’t stand out at first. Your beauty wasn’t the kind that demanded immediate attention. Yet, when the bidding for your portrait began, he found himself compelled to participate. Was it boredom? A reckless display of wealth? He couldn’t say, even to himself.

The moment he brought your portrait home, he placed it in his room—an odd choice, one that puzzled him. It started as a mere curiosity. What was it about you that had so many people interested? Why did you look so serene, yet so stern?

Your gown, with its deep crimson velvet, was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, clinging to your form like a whispered secret. The intricate lace on the bodice gracefully embraced your delicate shoulders, while the silk train flowed like liquid fire. It was mesmerizing, yet it was your expression that truly captivated him. It wasn’t one of joy or contentment, but of solemness—a quiet command that demanded respect and obedience.

Each night, as he looked upon the portrait, he became more obsessed, wondering who you were, what thoughts filled your mind when you posed for this image. It was as though you had reached out from the canvas, drawing him into a world where he couldn’t escape your gaze, a world where he was slowly losing himself to an obsession he couldn’t explain.

His curiosity had become an all-consuming obsession. The more he stared at your portrait, the more he needed to know about the woman who had captivated him so completely. He scoured records, questioned merchants, and chased down rumors, but for the longest time, his search led nowhere. You seemed to be a ghost, a figure lost to time.

Finally, after what felt like an endless pursuit, he encountered an elderly man who claimed to know your story. The man spoke with a somber tone, revealing that you were once the Crown Princess of a proud and flourishing kingdom. But tragedy had struck when your father’s own brother, betrayed the royal family. He committed treason, igniting a rebellion that tore the kingdom apart.

Despite being outnumbered and facing overwhelming odds, you stood as the last line of defense. You took up arms, leading the loyalists in a desperate attempt to save your home. The man recounted how you fought with unmatched bravery, refusing to yield even as the kingdom crumbled around you. But in the end, your efforts were not enough.

The last anyone saw of you was during a fierce duel with your once loyal knight and lover on the edge of a cliff. Some say you were killed in that final battle; others believe you vanished, your fate a mystery. The man who recounted this tale was none other than the head butler of your kingdom, a loyal servant who had witnessed the downfall firsthand.

Through further questioning, he learned that after your supposed death, your uncle’s reign quickly fell into chaos. The kingdom, once thriving, could not withstand the internal strife and soon succumbed to external wars. These conflicts were so devastating that they effectively erased the kingdom from history, leaving nothing behind but forgotten ruins and faded memories.

The more he uncovered, the deeper his obsession grew. You were no longer just a figure in a painting; you were a tragic heroine. The thought that your story, your life, could be forgotten by time haunted him. He felt an inexplicable connection to you, as if understanding your past could somehow fill the emptiness he felt within himself.

In the end, his search led him to a humble barhouse where you, once a Crown Princess, were now reduced to serving as a maid. The sight of you, stripped of your former grandeur, struck him like a blow to the heart. How could someone of your noble stature have fallen so low? The injustice of it consumed him, feeding the obsession that had taken root within him.

Determined to restore you to the glory he believed you deserved, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He married you, forcibly and without your consent, convinced that he was saving you from a life of indignity. To him, this was an act of love, a twisted belief that he was doing what was best for you, even if you couldn't see it.

He impregnated you with his children, two daughters who became the center of his world. In his mind, he had found his happy ending—a life with you by his side, a family that completed the vision he had constructed in his obsessive heart. He had given you back everything you had lost, or so he thought.

But you, despite everything, continued to resist. You sought every chance to escape, your spirit undimmed even in the face of his control. You spoke of how you didn't love this life, how you longed to be free from the gilded cage he had created. To him, your words were incomprehensible. How could you not see that he had given you everything? How could you reject the life he had worked so hard to build for you?

In his eyes, your ingratitude was maddening. He had rescued you, loved you, given you the children he believed would bind you to him forever. Yet you still sought to flee, still spoke of a life you wanted to escape from. To him, it was baffling—shouldn't you be more grateful? Shouldn't you love the life he had crafted for you with such care and obsession?

But in his twisted perception of love, he could not see the prison he had built around you, nor the pain he caused in his relentless pursuit of a happiness that was his alone.

Maximillian Ashet, Dylan Sean Blathe, Anastacius de Alger Obelia, Dion Agriche, Cruel Harte, Rezef Hill, Eros Vasilios, Callisto Regulus, Ahin Grace, Theobold von Baden Mismarck, Noah Wynknight, Abel Heilon, Prince Escalus, Luciano Valeztena

[pokeberry5]

Ive been stress bingeing isekai/regression manhwa recently so this is all ive got—oc o7

[trashybandit]

Shameless Desires

Yandere Abel Heilon x Female Mage Reader

To a certain duke, the end justifies the means.

Many thanks to @no-saints-around-here for inspiring me <3 Also, I'm pretty sure this is ooc but I'm starved for content here.

TW: drugging, yandere, dubcon, and noncon

Fiona felt guilty.

It wasn't a new emotion for her, but it was especially bitter these past few months. Whenever she crossed that room, she couldn't bear to look at it, firmly keeping her gaze on the polished floor. 

This is for her own good, was the mantra she repeated every time she was confronted with evidence of your existence. You were happy, she had now shifted to thinking, Abel was happy, everyone was happy! Of course, it wasn't like you were being hurt or anything, Abel wasn't the sort to do such a thing.

Yes. It was all fine.

So why wasn't she opening the damn door?

Her hand trembled, constantly slipping from the handle. It took almost five minutes to simply open the door and what was behind it was far from comforting.

You sat in the posh loveseat clutching a teacup as loosely as your smile. Upon hearing the noise, you turned to meet your guest so fast that you cup sloshed hot liquid. Yet, your dopey grin doesn’t change despite the scalding liquid dripping down your front. 

“Fiona~” you laughed, “you’re finally here,” you drawled. 

The woman in question forced a helpless smile before using magic to clean you up, inadvertently making contact with your blown out, unfocused irises. The more seconds she spent staring into your dazed eyes, the more she felt like a disgrace. 

“Y-yes. I got your invitation,” she partially lied. You didn’t need to know that she was two hours late from her ongoing moral conflict.

“Sit down, sit down! I’ll get you some tea-”

“A-allow me to!” she blurted out.

Fiona busied herself with serving tea, keeping her eyes trained on the delicate cup, often responding simply to your excited questions and comments, all while debating internally. Breathing in deeply, she carefully handed the cup to your shaking hands before softly inquiring about your day to day life.

“I saw a rabbit the other day! It was super cute, it even had a cute bushy tail! I asked Abel if I could have one, but he said no…”

Ah, Abel.

Fiona didn’t know how to feel about him anymore. To be quite frank, he was no longer the man she wrote or even knew. He was still Siegren’s mentor and benefactor, but it was unknown to her why he was fixated on you, a character that was originally supposed to play her role after she was kicked out of the duchy turned her teacher. Now, he wasn’t just a charismatic, powerful duke on the forefront of the war, but the sort to lock up his supposed love and drug them until they were a babbling idiot. It was wrong, yet Fiona couldn’t make herself save you from the confinement. You were safe from your impending death, safe in the hands of Abel, far far away from the battlefield. 

“Well, well, what do you have here?” a familiar jovial voice resounded in the relatively silent room. 

A soft exclamation from you accompanied in your excited rush to embrace him left Fiona feeling even more conflicted. That unrestrained happiness in your expression replacing your usual gentle, but weary, one wasn't helping one bit. Was this really wrong if you were finally happy? 

Was it really happiness if you were drugged out of your mind?, her consciousness admonished. 

She couldn't stay in this room watching the questionable couple being affectionate any longer. Gathering her remaining grace and determinedly ignoring guilt swirling in her guilt with a vengeance, Fiona made a hasty exit. 

The question of what you’d do once you broke out of that carefully crafted illusion was something she didn’t want to dwell on.

Abel watched the rapidly retreating figure of his (soon-to-be) daughter with mild amusion. Her attempts at hiding her conflicted face were commendable, but ultimately useless. A part of him was assured to see a good head on her shoulder, yet a larger part was pleased to see her not using it for once. It was important for one to know when to stop after all.

Purging his mind of meaningless thoughts, Abel finally focused on your now pouting self. Your glazed over eyes only had him within them, just as he liked. 

Stroking your immaculately groomed hair, he gently steered you back to your original position with a soft “Should we have some tea?”

You did not have tea. What did you have was the duke of the north himself in between your legs eating you out. Each movement was calculated to make you squirm in pleasure, but not enough for a release. Simply put, he was teasing you like he always did. In the past, it used to be snide comments and what you thought to be playful flirting, but now has evolved to toying with your body until you were nothing more than a mewling, begging, mess. 

Today was no different. Abel had been a bit occupied with his duties, unable to find respite in your presence at your own expense, and he was determined to make up for it all at this moment. It wasn’t long before he was using his thumb to press against your clit alongside his tongue delving into your cunt. The noises that originated from his actions left you ashamed from doing such a deed in an extravagant room, let alone the thought of being discovered or ruining the lavish furniture. Abel, of course, didn’t even give such thoughts the time of day, instead relishing your flustered form. Who cared if someone walked in? He’d just gouge their eyes out for daring to peering into your communion. 

Your pleas for him to stop not only failed but instead encouraged him further, especially when a “no” would morph into a moan. Everytime that’d happen, he’d plunge a thick finger of his into your awaiting pussy, twisting and turning it within you whilst mockingly asking you why you would want him to stop when you mewled so beautifully whenever he did this. Abel would even go as far as to lick up the juices dripping down your weeping cunt as he prolonged your suffering, unable to resist giving you a taste as he drags you into a kiss that demanded you to focus on him and not the ceiling.

His large, scarred hands trailed down your sides, easily slipping off your dress to fondle your breasts and rolling those nubs in between his still sticky fingers, all while kissing you like it was his last day on this earth. That didn’t stop the pained whimper from the weight of Abel’s dick pressing against you slipping your lips, with all the memories of being tossed and turned in the sheets while being stretched out as he practically decimates your poor cunt. Much to his twisted delight, Abel was treated to your hoarse voice begging for him to stop, that it’d hurt, and for once, he stopped.

“I-if I do that,” the shameless duke panted, “what would you do about this?” accentuating the question by stroking his drooling member. “Would you leave me like this?”

A quick shake of your head led to you being on your knees and Abel patronizingly encouraged you to worship his cock. He slapped it onto your face, enjoying how you tenderly licked and sucked it before shoving the entire thing down your throat without warning. Your gags and splutters felt heavenly around him and were practically begging him to use your throat as his personal hole, to grab your head and use it for his own pleasure. His scent filled your nostrils after he slammed the entire length of his dick down your throat as he marked your throat with his seed. 

Abel’s slightly strained breaths were contrasted to your sputters and coughs. The tears that pricked in your eyes from the mistreatment your throat just went through stirred Abel lust yet again. 

Gently wiping away those tears streaming down your face, Abel softly whispered, “I’m nowhere near done…You’d still help me, right?”

Of course you would. You could never say no to your beloved.

[violet-eien]

[dark-night-hero]

Songs that I often listen to when writing about certain characters. Or in short, that ONE song that I often got inspiration from when writing them.

Zhongli: Dynasty by MIIA | Past lives by Martin Arteta, creamy

Ayato: Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey | We found love by Rihanna, Calvin Harris

Kaeya: Shape of you by Ed Sheeran | Love u like that by Lauv

Claude De Alger Obelia: Dancing with your ghost by Sasha Alex Sloan | Muli by Ace Banzuelo

Abel Helion/Heilon: As it was by Harry Styles | Adore you by Harry Styles

Sung Jinwo: I like me better by Lauv | Lover by Taylor Swift

Geto Suguru: Thru these tears by LANY | One of the girls by THE WEEKEND, JENNIE, Lily-Rose Depp

Gojo Satoru: Babe by Taylor Swift | Set fire to the rain by Adele

Kayden Break: Mess it up by Gracie Abrams | Bad romance by Halestorm

Kartien: American Psycho by Marshmello, Mae Muller, Trippie Redd | Angel Baby by Troye Silvan

Michael Kaiser: Angels like you by Miley Cyrus | Strawberries & Cigarette by Troye Silvan

Reo Mikage: Here's your perfect by Jamie Miller | Stay by THE KID LAROI, Justin Bieber

Diluc: Perfect by Ed Sheeran | Thinking out loud by Ed Sheeran

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

[dxmoness]

these two dominating the rest of my bots be like 😭

[camyuki]

[honestly-oceanie]

You drew stars around my scars || Manhwa DILFS edition

Synopsis: drawing or painting something on them

《Claude de Alger Obelia, Anastacius de Alger Obelia, Regis Adri Floyen, Abel Heilon, Gallahan Lombardi, Charente Crown, Dane Henstone, Lant Agriche | gn!reader》

{Fluff♡ | ▪︎imagine/scenario▪︎}

A/N: should I do the female leads/characters next?

Who Made Me A Princess/ Suddenly, I Became A Princess One Day

Claude De Alger Obelia

"Emperor of the Obelian Empire"

🦋 You were sitting on one of the couches provided on the Emperor's office per usual. Just laying there doing nothing eventually got you into boredom.

🦋 You started to think of something that may entertain you. Then your eyes come across the quill on Claude's office table. You suddenly remembered that day you spend with Athy.

🦋 The young princess managed to get ahold of some paint and offered if she could paint some doodle on you. You had been strict on neatness so this made you quite nervous inside yet you agreed with the young princess' request. She did told you to return the same favor to her, and you both had the joyous laugh and fun of your lives. Lily did scold the both of you after she caught you two.

🦋 Since it's only you and the Emperor, only he could be your victim. You ask if you could draw on him mindlessly, forgetting just who you were talking to. After a long moment of stunned silence, you finally realized that the person you were talking to is Claude de Alger Obelia.

🦋 As you were about to apologize, he says: "It's fine." Of course you were shock, contemplating if he did mean it or if it's your last day of living. After a while, you finally stood up and did as you wanted to.

🦋 As a matter of fact, he actually saw what happened that day, he could hear your rare laugh along with his daughter's. He decided to 'check' on what was happening and there he saw you both, filthy with paint yet happy. Thus, today he was quite shock by your sudden request, he won't ever admit it but he felt quite jealous seeing that.

🦋 It would be quite nice to do this to him while he's having his beauty rest, but only when you have the guts🤭

ଘ・┈┈・✧・┈┈・✦・┈┈・✧・┈┈・✦

Who Made Me A Princess/ Suddenly, I Became A Princess One Day

Anastacius De Alger Obelia

"Former Emperor of the Obelian Empire"

🦋 Let's set this by the time he's still possessed.

🦋 As Lady Jennette's personal attendant, you had always been around her as she grew up. You were kindhearted and gentle. Jennette really admires you a lot, she grew to see you as a parental figure of hers.

🦋 One day, you saw Jennette chatting with a man that seemed familiar for some reason. After debating with yourself whether you should interrupt or not, you remembered the reason you came looking for her.

🦋 Anastacius could see you walking forward from his peripheral vision but he continued to talk with his daughter.

"Lady Jennette, your afternoon tea is ready."

"Right of course! I'll see you next time Viscount!"

🦋 After Jennette left, you and Anastacius had a short staring contest before you left to go follow the young lady.

🦋 Jennette doesn't seem to mind the company of this certain Viscount Patterson yet you were rather suspicious of him, he just has this mysterious aura that you can't trust him just yet. However, you didn't voice out your doubts, you were just a mere servant you couldn't just interfere in your master's business that easily. Eventhough Jennette wouldn't mind at all

🦋 After some days, there seem to be no suspicious movement from him so you started to warm up to him a bit. What matters the most to you was Jennette's safety and happiness.

🦋 You and Jennette were doodling on each others arms, this always bring calm to Jennette and she enjoys doing this so it has became a habit between you both, sometimes Ijekiel does join when he has spare time but today he was quite busy so instead you were accompanied by Viscount Patterson. Jennette's friendly personality invited him as he happened to pass by, and here he is now seated beside you.

🦋 Jennette had gotten tired and decided to take a break. As she ate her biscuits she suggested for him to join and for you to draw on him as she is too tired to continue.

"May I?"

🦋 You asked him and he did agree, only because of his daughter. He was surprise at how good you are and compliment you for your talent. He asked if you were an artist before but you were not, though painting and sketching are hobbies of yours.

🦋 Jennette watch the interaction between you two, she was very happy and celebrating inside. Although you were kind and gentle, you're also very shy, she still remembers the time you first meet her. Your soft voice and stuttering at your introduction replays in her memory. Before, you couldn't even talk without a stutter at all, yet here you are now finally allowing yourself to mingle with others.

🦋 You were slowly warming up, and Anastacius could see that too.

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Father, I Dont Want To Get Married!

Regis Adri Floyen

"Duke of the Floyen Duchy"

🦋 At this very moment, Regis feels as the most fortunate man to be able to have you in this life.

🦋 Jubel is seated in front of you as you do a portrait of her. After you had finish, she excitedly rush to you. Seeing your finished masterpiece of her, Jubellian poured a waterfall of praises while gazing amazedly at you.

🦋 She fancied you even in the 'novel', you were the only one who genuinely cared for the villainess. You tried everything to break up Jubellian and Mikhail, knowing he wasn't sincere with her at all, yet it cause the connection between you both to cut off as Jubellian believes "you did not want for her to be happy". Despite all that, you still defended her during the accident even if it costed you your life.

🦋 The entire ordeal, Regis just watched your interaction with his daughter, very grateful that you are still a part in this life. The serenity of the sight in front of him brought Regis' heart into peace. This tranquility he wishes would last, but he knows now is not the right time, but eventually it will come. He has been given a second chance to right the wrongs so he must use this chance, right?

🦋 Jubel could feel some piercing eyes from behind her, she turned to scold max as she thought it was just him, but it was her father, gazing lovingly at them. Picking up on the hint, Jubel excuse herself so you and her father could spend some time.

🦋 Regis took the seat Jubel previously seated on, waiting for you to pick up on his presence. All of a sudden, Selena thought it would be a good opportunity to be the third wheel. You heard a chirping on your side, knowing it was either Selli or Eddie, you took a look at your side only to yelp, surpise to find the empty spot replaced by Regis and Selena on his shoulder.

🦋 Afterwards you started some small talk with him while petting Selli, who moved to lay on your lap. Since you had already made a portrait and painting of Regis before, you thought why don't he become your canvas this time.

🦋 Although he was confuse on what you meant he agreed, you hold his arm and started drawing some cute animals you could think of there. Although it wasn't his first time seeing your artworks, it never ceases to amaze him.

🦋 He loves to give compliments and praises to your artworks and you. In this life, he will cherish you always and never take you for granted.

🦋 While you two are having a lovey-dovey moment, Jubel watches from the door, she was very happy for the two of you, however someone was not. Selena was not happy, not because of the two of you but because you still haven't made a portrait of her. Don't worry 'cause Edward comforted her as he too, still hasn't gotten his own portrait.

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Author Of My Own Destiny/ I Became The Wife Of The Male Lead

Abel Heilon

"Duke of the North"

🦋 You and Abel had a slow burn romance which Fiona greatly regrets now. At first she thought it was a good idea and she really liked how it turned out. But right now she just wants to shove the two of you together in one place so these longing stares will finally come to an end.

🦋 Even Siegren understands the situation very well and wants to help pushing it too. Fiona herself is tired of you two, just why did it had to be slow burn?!

🦋 Finally, Siegren and Fiona had come up with a plan. A few plans as a matter of fact. Though hopefully they won't have to use all of it.

🦋 The first two plans failed miserably. But they say third time's a charm.

🦋 You were invited by Siegren and Fiona, they said they wanted to spend some time with you and have 'fun'. You, of course agreed, you love these kids too much to even reject their puppy eyes. You guys are on Fiona's room, some art materials scattered on the floor waiting to be use.

🦋 You have no idea why they thought of this, but currently you three are running around the room having a paint war, attacking whoever you get ahold of with some messy drawing or even a doodle with the paint you have in your hands.

🦋 Now Fiona's room isn't presentable at all not even a little decent, but none of you cared, even Fiona and Siegren are having too much fun that they almost forgot their mission. Luckily Abel came in at point.

🦋 Abel was stunned at what had happen to Fiona's room, he scolded the children for their reckless behavior. Now things weren't going as planned. You couldn't stand to see the kids being scolded for you have a very soft spot for them. You just said what you could think of at that moment; inviting Abel to join you guys instead. You were surprise you even had the guts to interrupt him but words can't be taken back once they're said. Fiona and Siegren were internally celebrating, you managed to sail the boat without even knowing!

🦋 Abel was pondering for awhile if he should really join you guys or scold you too. But he succumb to his desire and join you three, though just most likely you. The kids immediately run off on the corner of the room to avoid disturbing you two, then acted as though they were doing something. You give a smile to Abel as he sat down beside you. You raise the paint brush on your hand, silently asking him if you could draw on him and he nodded.

🦋 You looked serious as you were doing your task but really, your heart was beating too fast it could leap out of your chest, you tried your best to look normal as possible, unbeknownst to you Abel was on a similar situation. Fiona and Siegren just staring at you both intensely, praying and hoping that this plan would succeed.

🦋 After you had finish Abel stared at your drawing for awhile before grabbing your wrist and the paint brush on your hand, taking you by surprise but also intrigued by what he is gonna do. Instead of drawing, he seemed to write some letters on your arm but you couldn't read it properly as he was covering it. After he had finally written the words he couldn't say, he let you read it.

🦋 Your eyes went wide as you proccess the words written on your arm by Abel Heilon himself. This was a sudden confession but Abel couldn't hold it in anymore. There was a long moment of silence, Abel was growing nervous, maybe this wasn't the right time, but you proved him wrong as you jumped on him to tackle him with a hug. You repeated the words he wrote to you as you stared at his eyes.

🦋 Just the two of you on your own world... until Fiona and Siegren cheered loudly to celebrate this success, you two had almost forgetten they were there too.

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I'll Be The Matriarch In This Life/ I Shall Master This Family

Gallahan Lombardi

🦋 You and Gallahan are always willing to try anything new in your relationship, that's how you two have had a lot of habits and tradition you both just randomly made up.

🦋 Just like now, when you saw a quill on the table, you dipped it with its ink, and did some cute little drawings on his face while your other hand keeps him steady. He just sat still waiting for you to finish what you were doing without interrupting you.

🦋 Once you were done, you run around to find a hand mirror then gave it to him so he could see what you've done to him, he was surprise as it was his first time seeing you draw something even though it is on his face, but he liked how good your drawings are even if it's simple.

🦋 He feign sadness as you laugh at him. Promising to help him clean up after you feel satisfied. He wasn't gonna back down that easily, whilst you were trying to calm down, he swiftly got ahold of the quill and did the same favor on you, it caught you off guard.

🦋 Instead of cleaning up, you ended up having a competition on who had the best drawing. Tia was walking around when she saw what you two were doing, it seems fun she wanted to join and of course you both let her.

🦋 In the end, you both made tia win, you and Gallahan now look messier than ever as you let tia draw a lot, what's important was that you had tia have some fun. Since tia didn't had much inks on her, you let the maids take care of her.

🦋 You and Gallahan are helping each other remove the inks on each other. Being together brought you both in happiness, no matter the circumstance you may face you know you both can pull through. Afterall you promised one another to be there through sickness and health. For now, while there is still chance you try to do everything you can before the time is up. One's presence may fade but their memories will never cease to exist.

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Please Give Me The Pacifier!

Charente Crown

"Heir to the Crown Duchy"

🦋 I have mixed feelings with this man so I don't know what I'm doing here.

🦋 Kaishan loves to have you around, because of you Kaishan had become rebellious to his father, thus Charente had allowed you to visit his manor at some appointed time(s) which honestly scared you.

🦋 But overtime Charente had gotten used to your presence, he eventually let you visit at anytime you wished to which made you and Kaishan celebrate with joy.

🦋 You had thought about doing this activity so Kaishan could have some fun. Your company is enough for Kaishan to have fun and be happy. Unfortunately, you had forgotten to bring the materials with you, you apologize to the cute kid but he told you not to worry, he left the room in a hurry but not before telling you to not follow him as he will be back soon.

🦋 Kaishan run off to find his father and told him the situation. After some minutes of waiting, Kaishan finally returned... with his father carrying the materials needed. Thankfully you had gotten accustomed with his existence so you did not mind him around anymore.

🦋 At first, you were just calmly teaching him how to do some basic painting starting with shapes first yet he decided to start a war by smudging some paint on your face on purpose, he gave a cheeky apology afterwards but you knew you weren't putting down without a fight, so you return the same favor to him. You and Kaishan are now filthy with paint yet Charente didn't stop you at all, you both were having a good time.

🦋 You didn't know, but as much as you make Kaishan happy, you also make Charente happy internally, he is already satisfied with the proximity you two have and yet he can't help but feel jealous of his own son right now.

🦋 You could feel him burning holes at the back of your head so you turn to look at him. His eyes seems to say something, you had an inkling on what it may be but you did not dwell much on it, afterall he was a man that's very hard to read, you'd rather avoid the consequences than to suffer from it because of some misunderstanding.

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Tricked Into Becoming The Heroine's Stepmother

Duke Dane Henstone

🦋 His situation is quite similar to Charente's but successful thanks to the help of his little pumpkin that made it possible.

🦋 You were at the garden with Pierta, watching as she eats one of her favorite candy, pumpkin candy. You are aware of how much she loves her pumpkin and wanted to do something special for her, unfortunately, you had no idea how to cook nor bake so you think of other ideas.

🦋 You remembered in your childhood how much you loved to have the ink spilled on your skin as you draw whatever you could think of, you always end up getting scolded by nanny, in the end the entire household made sure that any ink or something that may color your skin will be out of reach for you. At first you threw tantrums but eventually you grew to forget about it.

🦋 Luckily, you always bring a pen with you. You thought about drawing some cute pumpkins on Pierta. The little one complied when you ask her to give you her hand, then you started drawing some pumpkins with funny faces. Pierta seemed to like it too much as she reaches out to you again asking you to do more.

🦋 You chuckled nervously, you don't wish for the little pumpkin to have the same habit, just thinking about it made you sweat anxiously you don't want to face the wrath of Duke Henstone. Pierta notice some eyes and looked up to see her father, she immediately stood up and ran to him excitedly. You bowed to the Duke as you greet him, Pierta could understand that her father likes you and decided to be the cupid.

🦋 She drags her father towards you and have him seated, she explained to him what you were doing to her a few moments ago, she asks if you could do the same to her father. You tried to make up an excuse "Only if the Duke agrees with it." And of course he would, he'll do anything his daughter asks of him.

🦋 In the end, you gave in, how could you resist the little pumpkin. You were seriously staring at what you were doing while the Duke is also busy staring at you, none of you notice the chestnut cupid sneakily running away. After you had finish you looked up to him but immediately looked away after he stared back at you. It seems the little pumpkin went away huh. You finally started small conversation with him which he has been waiting to as he couldn't do so, something always happens whenever he wants to talk to you.

🦋 He'll be sure to thank his princess, knowing well that it was her who gave him this opportunity.

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The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

Lante Agriche

"Former Head of the Black Agriche"

🦋 Nah. Just Nah. Runn🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃

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Honestly, Oceanie

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The Daddiest of daddies in the isekai genre + their daughters - from our Shoujo and Josei discord server! 

Abel Heilon -  I Became the Wife of the Male Lead

Gallahan Lombardi -  I Shall Master This Family

Tyrion de Elmir - Once Again Into the Light

Callen Deu Luwelton - How to Be a Dark Hero's Daughter

[ Part 1 & Part 2 ]

[i-became-the-lady-of-the-blog]

Roxana x Cassis Married AU:

Roxana: So I sent my daughter, Fiona, to the Duke of the North, Abel Heilon, so she can train her magic...

Sylvia: And?

Roxana: She brought a boy home and she said he's her future husband

Cassis: MY DAUGHTER GOT STOLEN BY SOME BOY!!!!!!! I TOLD YOU WE SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT!!!!!!!

Roxana: I know he's a good one, ain't he?

*Two days ago*

Fiona: Mom,this is Sigren and he's my future husband

Sigren: Hi

Roxana: Congratulations, I'm glad this didn't went like how it did with me and your father

Sigren: Wut

Uncle Nickelodeon: Woo, I didn't know you can get a handsome husband in the North that easy

Cassis: No

Abel: I'm calling the wedding reception. Anyone here need an invitation

Cassis: NOBODY IS MARRYING ANYBODY

Ijekiel: Can I invite Athy :D ?

Lucas: You don’t need to bother. I’ll invite Athy as my plus 1

Ijekiel: Athy can decide who wants to —

Cassis: Neither are you inviting anyone to a wedding as there won’t be a wedding!

Everyone: …

Roxana: You know releasing doves is a common way of celebration at weddings. Souls I prepare butterflies for you?

Fiona: Haha mother no

Sigren: ??? It would look good I think

Fiona: it’s poison butterflies, Sigren. People would die

Dion: I’ll be a red wedding then

Cassis: … WTH