#cassis agriche x reader

[umi-adxhira]

TWTPTFLOB TURNS INTO ANIMALS

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to the glorious @orngbanana. Btw Charlotte, Maria, Sierra, and Sylvia are all platonic

I. ROXANNA AGRICHE - MOTH

A very pretty yellow moth with red accents, similar to the poison butterflies but with more of a sheen

She stays with you most of the time, perched on the top of your head or on your finger if you're wearing a hood

You had to research what moths eat because you didn't want her to die (she thanked you once she turned back)

Jeremy wanted to look after her for a while, so you agreed. Unbeknownst to you, he didn't know that moths are attracted to light

He set fire to some logs in a forest during the night when on a mission and was startled when his sister was moving towards the fire (bro was scared shitless)

After returning her to you, you decided to read a book in the gardens. Roxanna was resting on a button on your gown, as you both read the pages

Overall a very well behaved moth 10/10

II. DION AGRICHE - HOUND DOG

A black-purpely dog with bright red eyes (they glow in the dark bro trust) with rough fur yet fluffy ears

He rests his head on your lap to pass the time. He doesn't want to lean into dog stereotypes where you throw him a bone or dog toy, and he races to catch it (you did it once, he was not amused)

Kinda like your guard dog, bit Fontaine in the ass one time when he was talking to you and barked at servants to leave you both alone

He doesn't like to admit it, but he likes having his ears rubbed. He unconsciously wags his tail and you refuse to let him know that

He refuses to admit he's a dog. He tried walking into Lante's office and was promptly escorted out, not without a bark or two

Licks your hand when you eat food when there's some sauce or crumbs left. It's not that different when he was human, but it's cuter now

Overall 9/10 (+2 if he allows cuddles)

III. JEREMY AGRICHE - CAT

Small blue cat. Idc fight with the wall but cat Jeremy is a baby

NEEDS to be touching you. He went to sleep on the pillow next to your head and woke up with his ass in your face

He can be a bit much, so attaching a small bell on your dress, and he'll be pawing at you for hours, or until he gets hungry

Sometimes, you hand him over to Roxana, and when she hands him back, you hear stories on how her brother tackled one of his younger siblings to the ground by scratching their face. It was funny, according to her

Gives your face licks when he wants your attention, and nuzzles into your neck when he's feeling eepy

I feel like at one point when he was drinking milk from a bowl, Dion saw and tipped Jeremy into the bowl, and he was just drowning, wailing at you to come save him

Overall 8/10 good kitty

IV. LANTE AGRICHE - DOG

Similar dog to Dion, but just bigger ngl. As his favourite spouse, you are tasked at looking after him (good luck)

He works all the time, so him being a dog is a blessing in disguise. He expects to be treated like a King

He refuses to go out of his room. Assassins could come to kill him in his vulnerable state, or worse, his own children

Barks almost constantly, when he wants something from the servants and they're just there like ??? because they can't understand dog (he kills them after)

Refuses to be at your feet. He needs a pedestal so he can feel superior to you even as a dog

Overall 4/10

V. SYLVIA PEDELIAN - BUTTERFLY

The most beautiful butterfly ever. Silver-blue wings with yellow accents

She actually spends most of her time with her brother, but he feels bad for you so he told (ordered) her to spend time with you

Actually feels bad and tries to do things to cheer you up, even though she can't really do much since she's a butterfly

Tries to impress you with cool tricks, which just makes her dizzy in the end, but they're amusing

Overall 6/10

VI. CASSIS PEDELIAN - DOG

A chihuahua. Partly because I think he would be small but also because I really like chihuahuas, and I'm not even a dog person

Quite similar to Jeremy in terms of attention. While he's quite independent for a dog, he still likes to lick your face awake and give you nuzzles

Sleeps on your lap or chest with a tiny blanket on top of him. He finds the normal ones too stuffy on his body and needs something light

If you don't pet him once every three hours, he will literally die. He may seem like he doesn't care, but he just sits in your peripheral vision sadly wagging his tail

Can actually jump really high. Jumped from the foot of the bed in the edge to the dead middle of it, and landed on all fours (our little acrobat)

Overall 8/10 very cuddly dog

VII. CHARLOTTE AGRICHE - DOG

Smaller than Cassis, bigger attitude than Lante. A red dog with green eyes and almost spiky fur

She bit someone in the ass for funsies not knowing who she bit because she can't see that far above her (it was Dion)

Likes running around the place until she gets tired, then gets annoyed when you haven't caught up yet

5/10 because she's cute

VIII. GRISELDA AGRICHE - FOX

Brown. Idk man

Very respectful, very mindful, very demure

She's also independent. She doesn't need to be touching you all the time, she's fine with just resting near you

She nudges your thigh with her head if she wants something, but that's about all the contact she makes

She'll notice you being sad that she doesn't want to touch you, so instead, she'll rest on your lap, and you play with her fur (she falls asleep to it)

9/10

IX. MARIA AGRICHE - SNAKE

Okay, no

Slithers around everywhere, especially to wherever Sierra is

Since she's s snake, Sierra doesn't mind hanging out with her, despite the fact that she's mildly scared of snakes

Gets lost easily. You have to get Fontaine, Jeremy or Dion to help you find her (they all say no)

Overall that slippery bastard is a 4/10

X. SIERRA AGRICHE - MOUSE

Can and will hide under the cabinet shaking in fear so Maria doesn't find her (she finds her anyways)

Roxana looks after her with you, so she doesn't get herself killed

Will sleep under a pillow, just high enough that she can breathe but not too high that someone will notice she's under there

Overall 6/10 (+1 if she doesn't hide that much)

©️umi-adxhira [18/10/2024]

[loeh]

LALALA

currently thinking about how obsessed cassis pedelian would be with a milf reader

imagine, you the young wife of lante agriche who has two children with him, first saw him when he was brought into the mansion, all beaten and bruised. and you took pity and so you tended to him. healed his wounds and kept him accompanied.

and somehow you befriended this weary son of bitch, and when he got to know you were the wife of the man who kidnapped him, he avoided you for a few days.

you thought he had started to hate you but it was just him calculating pros and cons of him stealing you away from the Agriches.

but he shouldn't have been so careless about his feelings towards you, because now Agriches are protective of you more than ever, turns out he is not the only one obsessed with you.

well for now he'll just have to be the kind friend and when the right time comes he'll be ready to steal you away. he'll even raise your children as his. who knows maybe, give you one of his own?

[rouecentric]

MORNINGS WITH HIM.

What's it like waking up with him in the morning? — romantic , gn!reader / fluff . / no tws .

JEREMY, by all means, isn't a morning person. He hates the thought of having to getting out of his soft and comfortable bed, leaving your sleeping self alone just so he could wash and dress himself.

But if it's the weekend, the two of you don't have any plans, and you're still asleep by the time JEREMY is awake, he gleefully stays in bed longer just to see you wake up.

JEREMY, though, always wakes up later than you, so you usually have to pry his hands away from you just so you could go to the bathroom or dress yourself.

DION doesn't really sleep that often, neither does he come home often due to his missions. But on the rare days where he did come home and slept, he always wakes up before you, leaving a rose and a note if he had to go to his father's office, unable to start the morning with you. But once the agrece manor burns down? You and DION are always with each other in the mornings, with one of you making breakfast while the other preps the table.

DION, uncharacteristically, would stay in bed longer than intended if he woke up earlier and saw you hugging him while sleeping.

CASSIS likes to start his mornings with you, so he'd always wait in bed until you woke up. He sometimes brought you breakfast if you felt too tired or unwell to get out of the bed.

He enjoys watching your morning routine, be it you brushing your hair, stretching, eating breakfast or even you doing your makeup, CASSIS will watch with hearts in his eyes.

CASSIS especially enjoys eating breakfast with you, conversing about your plans, any dates you might want to go on with him, or even about the minor things, such as any interesting plays you heard of, music, or even flowers!

[dxmoness]

𝐔𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 | 𝐎𝐧𝐞

marq's note: will be using this banner until I think of a new one 😭 still upset that picsart deleted my old ones.

The tests given to her were no mere tests. They were made out of complete danger due to the fact that it was expected of an Agriche to embrace danger as a friend. Poison was the most important test in these.

She was given multiple poisons that failed to register her into sickness, until today. She had gotten light headed and nearly fainted if it hadn't been for Dion who gave her a meaningful look that meant not to disappoint.

She didn't know how that worked, but the thought of disappointing her brother was an option that was not for her. If anything she wanted to prove her worth to him.

Days passed as they both grew older. Now that she was 16, Dion was more protective over her. He was practically with her everywhere. So if he were on missions she felt the relief of finally being able to relax and do stuff that she couldn't do when he was around.

Dion had been gone for a while. She wondered where he went, but if he didn't tell her it meant it was dangerous, but important to a degree. She did not question it. After all they were all given tasks to do.

Her own was no mere feat. Every Agriche child was tried every year to see which was on top. So far Dion was undefeated in their father's favor under him was their sister, Roxana. Then it was Name. Due to this she tried her absolute hardest to keep at her position, if not then they'd say she was nothing like her outstanding brother. This year she had planned on summoning a demon only for her plan to fail due to other people coming up with better ideas. Though she did think it'd be a good idea to scourge up a demon, although the many complications that'd bring are also very noticeable.

"My lady, your presence is requested in the hall." So they've found another person to meddle with. She gave a simple wave of her hand dismissing the messenger.

It seemed almost always that there has been a random guest in their household. One to be tortured so this was no different.

Putting on her most elegant dress, she stepped out of her room. To be met with the surprise of a certain someone awaiting her to come out of her chambers. "Isn't it rude to visit without the person's knowing, Jeremy?"

Jeremy Agriche. When Dion was not present, he was the one clinging to her. Personally she didn't mind, but really of all the people. She knew that he was closer with Roxana though perhaps because of her always occupied with Dion, they can never get to be as close. Dion didn't like her being with the insolent brat as he put him.

"Well, you were taking ages." Jeremy started, staring at her with a simple shrug. "And I've been here since the messenger came here so you can't tell me you didn't take long."

She hummed in defeat as she walked away from the male, who jerked forward after her. There was no conversation brought up. They were in the territory of gossiping servants who'll tell anything to their father if they dare say something. Jeremy passed glares around to those who dared stare at Name while Name did not care at all. She was too busy wondering what was so important to summon all of them here. Well not all since there was still Dion and him who were on missions and do not have the time to return for this.

Entering the hall, her optics met a sight of two others with their father, of course, sitting in his usual spot. So Roxana and Charlotte were summoned here too. How annoying. She honestly didn't mind Roxana, but Charlotte... She was a headache to mess with, not only so but whatever this is about will cause her to throw such a tantrum.

"Father." She mumbled, eyes shifting uncomfortably in his presence. Lant Agriche regarded with a nod of response which meant she could move away. Walking over to her siblings they awaited their father's command. Then it came.

A young male was brought over, clearly wounded as his golden eyes searched the room meeting her own. She looked away with no further movement. Looking towards her father with an inquiring look.

"He's the son of the insolent b*tch." Their father said with much satisfaction with himself. "I brought him to teach him a bit of a lesson." As expected from him she supposed.

"I see." Her voice forced itself to speak. How dreadful. The insolent bitch in question was none other than Rousseul Pedelian. So this person was the successor of the Pedelians. Dion had mentioned never to trust them. He looks pretty though. She cursed herself quietly. Shut up! You're not supposed to call your enemies pretty!

"This toy's gaze is quite rebellious, Father." Roxana said. Name now noticed that Roxana seemed to be eyeing him with interest.

"Until he is compliant keep him in the dungeons." With that the male was dragged away. Name bit her lip as she waited for permission to leave. Once that was given, she rushed to her room. Not caring if Jeremy called out for her.

That night, she took the initiative to sneak into the dungeons. "My lady-!" The knight said, face red at the sight of her it seemed. She placed a finger on her lips and the male grew quiet.

"Good. Could you give me your keys, hm?" Her eyes locked on the knight who shook his head saying he had orders. "You don't have them, do you?" This caused the knight to stop. How did she know? Roxana's scent was in the air.

Gritting her teeth, this meant she'd have to wait for her to leave much to her frustration. It seemed she didn't have to wait for long though for out she came. Concealing herself, she watched Roxana left.

She took the chance to enter while the knight was still unaware of the door's opened state. Entering the dungeons, she made her way to the Pedelian.

First thing she thought when she saw him was one thing. This was a bit too much. He was almost bleeding to death. Lifting his chin, she noticed the remains of the drugs dripping from his mouth. So Roxana had given him the antidote. Hm.

Suddenly she heard noises outside. Taking his hand, she gave him a little spark of her magic. That would help with the poison as well. Hopefully.

Leaving the room before getting caught, she found herself relieved. Why so? Why had she worried so much over an enemy? Grabbing her chest, she hit herself cursing. No emotions.

That was what Dion said, didn't he?

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[lxdymoon0357]

The way to Protect the Female lead's Elder Brother

Domestic Healing! Dion X Reader Hcs

Crossover: Y/N and her murdering families

Claude De Alger Obelia + Regis Floyen + Lant Agriche SFW/NSFW headcanons

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@rouecentric MORE PET CASSIS

･｡ ⁺ ✦ — PARING: Cassis P. [twtptflob] x fem! reader

— tags;slightly nsfw// insane! reader (ask is here)

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CASSIS was perplexed when he saw an Agriche— someone from such a revolting family happily take him in as a pet.he could only think about how you were probably insane(and in fact, you were-he just hadn't seen it yet.

Even so, he had slight thoughts about things, like 'maybe you weren't acting?Maybe youre as nice as you seemed to be?'

His tiny hope was destroyed when you walked through the cell doors.

All you did was talk bad about him—talk about how horrendous his family was, about how you’d always dreamed of having him as a pet..everything you could to make him on edge.

By this point, He’d been completely broken just from what you’ve said to him; things about his parents, his past, his sister, his status, everything you could have found about him.

He looked so empty whenever you came down to check on him. Eyes dark and sad, bags reaching his chin, and a face red from tears and possible anger that he doesn’t know he can feel.

He’s broken and bent, all to your will.

[chaedomi]

𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 ✦ twtptflob

fem!child!reader x the blue pedelian (platonic!yan), kidnapping, mild injury, implied violence, unhealthy relationships; flowers don't attract butterflies alone. suddenly, others are gravitating to you, expanding your long list of obsessive admirers. pt. 1 ꨄ — masterlist

HOW DID it end up like this? It all happened in the span of one night while you were asleep. And when you reopened your eyes, you quickly discovered that you were no longer inside your bedroom. You had time to explore every place in your manor, so when you couldn’t identify which part of the manor you were in, you began to panic and overthink.

Your distress got worse when a silver-haired female burst into the room and grabbed you into a hug as if there wasn’t some problem with this. At this point, you began to cry, fully convinced that you were kidnapped, pushing the woman away from you, and startling her. It was in chaos for a while, your screams mixing with your words as you wailed for your freedom. The woman tried to reassure you with sweet words, inclusive of the maids present who stepped in to assist by dangling pretty jewelry in front of your face to distract you.

Unfortunately, their efforts to appease you only increased your wails. When a masculine figure barged into the room this time, it was only then you stopped crying, in favor of blinking at him while the stray tears fell from the corner of your eyes. Staring at the male, you knew he looked familiar, your panicked mind just couldn’t identify who. 

When he approached you with a gentle smile, patted your head, and began this monologue of ‘protecting’ you, you finally put the pieces together; this male was no other than the heir of The Blue Pedelian, CASSIS. Oh, boy…

In truth, your kidnapping was all ROXANA's fault, and she had no choice but to admit that. God forbid if her family found out that she was the whole reason for your disappearance, it would even make her kind-hearted mother hold some form of grudge against her and result in her execution. Luckily, no one was able to trace the doings back to her… except her red-eyed freak of an older brother.

Satisfying her curiosity was not worth it. As they say, it killed the cat. Now, she was stuck reaping the consequences of her stupidity; distraught over your disappearance, and additional work that could have been avoided, in her plan.

…If her life didn't depend on his, you bet she would have already retaliated without mercy. How foolish, she gave him an inch and he took a mile.

But, who is to blame other than herself? To explain, it was a fleeting thought that crossed her mind one morning to which she initially paid no mind… till it stubbornly stuck inside her brain. From what she remembered, in The Abysmal Flower, Sylvia displayed extreme and obsessive feelings toward you, despite being the enemy, willing to risk her safety to keep you by her side. Due to her intervention, however, Sylvia remained out of the picture. Still, she began to wonder.

If Sylvia wasn’t immune to your adorable charms, could it possibly be the same for Cassis? And thus, it marked the beginning of her little experiment. It came as no surprise to her that Cassis was on guard when she first introduced you to him. After all, almost every Agriche child was a demon spawn.

Regardless of the precautions Cassis took, his guard quickly crumbled once he was exposed to your innocence and purity, much to Roxana’s amusement. His hostile attitude quickly evaporated, he even held you on his lap (with Roxana’s permission), reciting stories that would intrigue a child your age. …She wished he was that cooperative with her as well.

She continued this pattern for a few weeks… every day, she would spare some time to take you to Cassis and observe how it played out in the distance. And each time, it never failed to entertain her. A righteous and kept man like him becomes nothing more than a slave for a child, an enemy’s child. She was long satisfied with her discovery, it’s just that Cassis was always in a better mood and more willing to listen after he spent his time with you.

But the day Cassis got too comfortable and had the guts to refer to you as one of his SIBLINGS, she realized, she may have spoiled him too much. She never had a problem when Sylvia referred to you as her ‘little sister.’ However, that was BEFORE she was thrown into the novel world. Now that she had the opportunity to experience your kindness herself, anyone who tried to make their claim on you outside the family is nothing LESS aggravating. And that was the end of your little visits.

That’s when it went downhill. Of course, Cassis was quick to pick up on your sudden absence throughout the days. He tried to ask, but once Roxana's tone progressively got more aggressive the longer he persisted, he finally got the hint. He wasn't seeing you again.

Roxana was grateful that Cassis had shut his mouth after a while. But, she found it odd how compliant he remained without your presence. More so, she hated the way he stared at her, a hidden intent she couldn't figure out in his eyes. It intensified when she gave him a map of the manor, a faint sighting of a smirk ghosting his lips. …Out of all people, Roxana would have never expected Cassis to kidnap someone. Trust no one, as they say. What an arse… Repaying her good deeds with this.

And so, the manor of The Black Agriche was thrown into a frenzy, having lost something very precious. Unless Roxana wanted to stir more trouble with hasty actions, she must sit quietly for now. …At the very least she didn’t need to worry about your safety. Unlike The Black Agriche, The Blue Pedelian will never torture their captives, let alone a young child like you…

Meanwhile, you were having your own crisis. This was a very drastic change. Although the violent nature of your family often terrifies you, you have grown used to it… kind of. Now, with the serene environment of The Blue Pedelians, you've grown antsy, anticipating some form of chaos to arise.

Ignoring how he took you without your agreement (no matter how hard he tried to justify his actions in a good light), you felt more comfortable being around CASSIS than the rest of the family. You weren’t sure if the times spent together back in your manor contributed to your lack of fear around him or relieved over the fact that your situation could have been very worse, and you didn’t care all that much. Cassis's attitude toward you didn’t change from when he was held prisoner, instead, his doting habits only increased now that his actions were not limited and monitored. He spoils you a lot, more than he spoils his younger sister. He will try his hardest to provide whatever you want, as long as it stays within the 'reasonable' range.

And by 'reasonable' he means, stop asking him to return you home. Suddenly, he understood Roxana's frustration. Is this what she felt when he continuously persisted? He doesn't get why you would want to return home out of all places; your family is vile.

It's not like you wanted to return, you had to. Although you wished to run away and never return, the odds were still not in your favor for you to make your escape plan. Something also told you that residing in The Blue Pedelian Manor was its own kind of hell…

The possible feud that can brew if your whereabouts were revealed made your skin crawl with fear. Knowing your value between the two families as well, you would be caught in the crossfire, and who knows what would happen to you then… You were trying to make things better for you, not destroy all your chances.

Cassis still didn't listen to your concerns (he never does), shutting down your complaints with a stern glare. …You just hope whatever war was to break out, it would happen later rather than sooner…

Just what was wrong with you? He’s trying his hardest to get you accustomed to your new surroundings, spoiling you with gifts, spending time with you along with his sister, anything to put you at ease. Yet, you just didn’t care! All you did was flush his efforts down the drain. He thought he was making progress with you, so he would never expected it, hell, even imagined it. But, when he caught you creeping around the exit gates, your freaked-out expression said it all. Now, here you were, leg chained to the bedpost back inside your prison-like bedroom. Seeing you chained up reminded him of himself, and it was interesting to see the roles switch to some extent. Truthfully, your tears pained him, but, he didn’t see the point in you crying. He wasn’t doing anything bad and he wished that you’d stop acting as if he was.

"Why can’t you understand that this is for your benefit?"

Oh? SYLVIA adores you? Why, that's no secret and is obvious to anyone who witnesses the interaction between you and her. Why wouldn't she love you!? You're everything she ever wanted in a younger sister… well, minus the looks, but, she can get past that!

MORE doting than Cassis, it's overbearing, honestly. Ever since your first encounter, you don't remember a time when you were left alone; it's always some lousy excuse to be around you. She hugs, kisses, cuddles, squishes, and any affectionate gesture she can think of, she does it to you. It was like she was trying to merge herself with you.

Honestly, her compassion spooked you. Her behavior reminded you a lot of your second stepmother, Maria. So, you weren't surprised when she had some hostile reaction whenever a maid would unintentionally interrupt your 'bonding' time. The sweeter they are, the more aggressive. Well, at least there weren't any dead bodies scattered on the ground…

Have you ever been so upset that you began to cry? Sylvia is a perfect demonstration of that. Perhaps you were right to compare her to Maria, the rage evident on her face was akin to the deadly glare your stepmother wore when she was furious. Flashbacks clouded your mind of how Maria snapped when a servant accidentally spilled milk on your gown. This situation was much different; a maid somehow cut your hand with the teacup. The one time Sylvia thought it was a good idea to let you get some fresh air outside your room, the fun atmosphere was ruined by something silly as this. It’s no surprise if your family lashed out, but to see a sophisticated woman such as Sylvia spew out words of profanity and behave so hostile was unexpected. At the very least, you appreciated she held back for your sake. With the way her hands shook with rage the longer she chewed out the maid, you had the impression Sylvia wanted to do much more than a stern talking to.

“There you are! I looked for you everywhere. I was beginning to worry that you’ve run away, but, you won’t do that to me, right?”

Your fear of RISCHEL was reasonable. Given his position inside his household, you two never met that often. However, the rare times you do meet, his piercing gaze never fails to make you shrink back on yourself. If you think about it, his hateful attitude made sense. You were one of the many offsprings of his biggest enemy, Lante, and said enemy kidnapped his son and tormented him mercilessly. Some of his son’s many torturers included Lante’s children, so you could just imagine the many scenarios that went through his mind. You don’t blame him if he was tempted to torment you, solely for Lante having a taste of his own medicine.

While Rischel’s expression came across as wanting to bury you six feet under, in truth, he was very much intrigued by your existence. It was confusing to see his son return with an unconscious child after escaping. And for a moment he feared that his son went mad when the child held in his arms was an Agriche and pleaded for your protection.

He was hesitant (for good reason) but ultimately agreed in the end. If his son saw something valuable in you, then there must be some worth in keeping you around. However, it didn’t mean he automatically trusted you. Without your knowledge, he monitored you, planting eyes everywhere. Any suspicious activity he was informed of would be enough validation for him to throw you out with no hesitation.

…So how exactly did his wariness morph into overwhelming softness toward you? (like father like son) The feeling just dawned upon him and he noticed it all: your mannerisms, your innocence, it slowly rubbed on him in a positive light. This was strange. He wonders if you had used a spell on him, no one should fall under anyone’s whims so suddenly as if you possessed this charm that melts even the hearts of the cold-blooded. But, oh, did the feeling around you feel so nice. And soon, he simply gave in to the desire to love you and protect you.

You realized how much more tolerable he became of your presence, to your relief. Even so, the feelings you saw on the outside couldn’t begin to compare to the rapidly developing obsessive feelings he harbored for you. And by the time you began to pick up on the dangerous signals, the damage was already done.

You were beyond speechless when you looked into the reflection of the mirror, staring at someone else entirely. Her hair was a shade of pure silver, and her eyes resembled the golden rays of the sun. As you reached your hand out to touch the glass, your body froze as reality sunk in. This was not another person, but rather you, with a new appearance and identity you were forced to carry. Looking over your shoulder, you glanced at the faces of Rischel, Cassis, and Sylvia, hoping for all of this to be one big joke. But, the pleased glances they returned alerted you that this situation was far from a joke, and you had to accept your new fate.

“Sylvia was correct. This look suits you perfectly.”

You were stressed and rightfully so. How could all of this happen? And why did it have to be you? You were still young and didn’t deserve to deal with these problems. In such a short amount of time, along with new obsessors formed, you temporarily resigned to a new lifestyle, switching from agriche to pedelian.

©chaedomi. please do not modify, edit, copy or reproduce any of the works published.

[ne-videl]

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤

♡

yandere Dion Agriche x fairy fem reader

he will gladly go even to his own death if you'll order him to.

sub yandere, unhealthy relationship, a little bit of Cassis x reader, mentions of violence, reader and Dion have master/pet relationships, also reader is referred to as "sister" a few times so pseudo incest I guess, sfw but a bit suggestive, everybody likes you!! poor english

word count: ~2k

a/n: there I am again drooling over fictional men. so here's my favorite yandere trope!! for if your psychopath doesn't worship you it's not your psychopath ©

honestly when I was reading this manhwa for the first time and saw dion I was like "damn I want this man on his knees 🤨🤨", so here you are. eat.

"you're a dog, Dion." – not-Roxanne lifts the corners of her lips in a slight smile, while her neat fingers run through his shaggy hair.

"your dog," – Dion adds mentally.

you feel the touch of his dry lips on your bare foot.

sitting like this, kneeling in front of you, seems right – it can't be any other way, and it won't be.

"may I?" – after receiving tacit approval, he leans closer, his hand stroking your bare thigh.

you smell like flowers: maids must have added rose oil to the water, and this smell digs into his lungs, making him roll his eyes in ecstasy.

just from this, from the fact that you are so close, he could just reach his hand out and feel you.

your body is cold – devoid of any human warmth, burning his skin with the cold of it's touch. your eyes look with a non malicious mockery: how a person looks at their beloved pet. with kind condescension.

you lean in, and Dion feels a kiss at the top of his head. scent of roses hits his nose, almost suffocating, and it feels like his mind is about to give up. well, if he dies right here, he won't regret a bit.

crimson flush on his cheeks almost burns his skin.

____*:･ﾟ✧

"hello. my name is ███████. do you mind playing with me, brother?"

he turns around at the girly voice behind him – distracting himself from the dead bird – and he is met by the look of your laughing eyes.

not red ones.

his sister tucks a lock of her hair behind her little ear and sits down next to him, waiting for an answer.

shouldn't she be blonde like Roxanne?

who is Roxanne?

"okay." – Deon catches his sister's smile and for some reason wants to smile too. she talks about a cute teddy bear that her father gave her, about how she likes to drink tea under the summer sun, and that she probably likes him too.

he had once seen in a book: in the old fairy tales that mothers read to their children, it was said that fairies could replace a human child with their own.

none of Agriche's children believed in fairy tales, but it seems appropriate for his "sister" – you, not-Roxanne, must be a fairy. a lovely creature with transparent wings and a honey voice.

he doesn't mind. whatever calls itself his sister, Deon thinks he really, really likes it.

____*:･ﾟ✧

if he's not on a mission, Deon is always by your side.

"what are you doing here? can't you see sister is with me now?" – Jeremy mumbled indignantly, but you only laughed softly, covering your lips with a neat palm.

a beautiful silver ring glitters on the sixth finger of the "sister".

their father also adores you – maybe it's natural for fairies to charm everyone around them – from members of their so-called "family" to the maids and even the hounds of the estate.

maybe he's a hound himself in her eyes. it didn't matter, as long as he could be with his "sister" – or at least with the creature that pretended to be her.

it was undoubtedly a pleasure to belong to you.

Deon drapes a white fur coat over your shoulders: you often went out into the garden in light clothes, as if the winter cold did not bother you at all. your hair falls over the fur collar, and you smile at him, giggling about how quietly he walks, and chirping about something else. you were fond of chatting, and it was often very difficult to stop listening to you. he, however, usually spoke rarely and little, accompanying you, his mistress, like a silent shadow.

you're spending too much time in the company of a Pedelian pup – an unacceptably long time – so that his eye begins to twitch with anger.

isn't he enough? why would you need this toy if he is always at your feet, your faithful dog, a hound, ready to do whatever you want without a trace of doubt and regret?

Dion wished you'd let him kill Cassis.

"may I ask you a question?" – you turn at the sound of his voice. surrounded by a winter garden, you look even more beautiful, pitch black against dead-white snow. perfection.

"of course, ask. what is it?" – "sister" raises an eyebrow a little stiffly, not naturally, just a little bit.

"do you like him more? I dare not doubt you, and you should not doubt my loyalty, but still-" – his scarlet eyes narrow slightly – "but still, do you like him more?"

if you answer yes, he will go and kill the eldest of the Pedelian offspring on the spot. this is Deon's place. and the hell he's going to let someone else take it.

"of course not, silly." – you laughed – "didn't we discuss this earlier? toys are toys, but you were and will remain my favorite."

right. that's how it should be. why did he even doubt it?

"favorite." – mentally repeats after you while your six-fingered palm rests on his head: you had a habit to pet him like a puppy.

"favorite." – gaze of crimson eyes trembles, invariably riveted to you, and Dion struggles with the desire to grab the object of his sick adoration in his arms, hug you, to feel the cold of your inhuman body at least through clothes. your smell is dope, your touch is opium, your eyes are an abyss, mesmerizing with the horror of its cold depths.

but he can't. you didn't allowed it yet.

and he, as befits a well-trained hound, will obediently wait for your permission.

____*:･ﾟ✧

"███████. that's not your real name, is it? what are you?" – Cassis looks at you expectantly.

you tilt your head to the side, picturesquely rounding your eyes and raising your neat eyebrows.

theatrically. not natural.

"what are you talking about? I am me. who else do you think I can be? stop asking stupid questions, darling." – you answer with a mocking smile. like he's saying something ridiculous.

"are you kidding me? you have six fingers! why doesn't anyone else notice this? besides, you look different, not at all like-" – Cassis cuts himself off in mid-sentence.

like who?

"you know, forget it... it's like I haven't been myself lately. you know, with all this kidnapping, and even your brother..." – he shakes his head nervously under your laughing gaze.

something inside told him that if he kept asking questions now, it won't end well. and anyway, why would he do that? after all, it's not polite to interrogate his benefactress.

everything is fine.

"the less you know the better you sleep, my dear. why don't we just proceed as planned? and how many fingers I have is none of your business." – you look appraisingly, as an already well-fed snake looks at a mouse.

eat or not?

"if I were you, I'd be more worried about the success of your future escape, and for that matter, about my dear brother. you see, Dion has been wanting to twist your neck for a long time." – mention of the red-eyed man makes Cassis tense up.

when you see his reaction, you giggle like you just said the funniest joke in the world.

"come on. I was joking. Dion won't hurt you unless I tell him to. he's a good boy."

when he thinks about it, you, the elder Agriche, had a lot in common with the poisonous butterflies you adored so much. in the sense that Cassis often got the impression that you wanted to devour him. at least it wasn't hard to imagine transparent wings behind your back.

____*:･ﾟ✧

gatherings with your father always ended well after midnight – invariably over cigars and wine, in his office full of acrid tobacco smoke.

it was no secret who will become the next head of Agriche: Lante never hid his paradoxical favoritism. with you alone he had the relationship that most closely resembles the relationship of a parent to a child.

"in general, everything is going as it should. don't forget to dress up for the next dinner party: I've already called the designers." – Lante exhaled a cloud of smoke, smiling cheekily: alcohol was doing its job.

"as you wish. Is Dion doing good at his job?" – you answered with a relaxed face: wine, as well as many other "human" things, had no effect on you.

"you ask as if you don't know. you raised him well." – you slightly unnaturally round your eyes in surprise – "only a fool here does not know that the only person to whom my son is truly faithful is you. I don't know how you did it, but these mind games of yours seem to have had the desired effect. of course, you're my daughter! you're more like a dog with a mistress, not a brother and sister."

Lante bursts into a deep laugh, and his "daughter" does not deny herself a satisfied grin.

a dog and his mistress, huh?

heavy doors of the head's office closed behind your fragile – at least visually –figure.

you are greeted by the night chill of the deserted corridor of the estate and your dog waiting in the distance.

"hi, Dion. already returned?" – he just nods silently in response, coming closer to you and offering his hand.

my-my, just came from a mission in the middle of the night and immediately rushed to you. how obedient.

"did you hear it?" – you tilt your head to the side with a sly grin.

"I did. while I was waiting for you." – he doesn't say anything about Lante's comment. doesn't deny it.

indeed, you raised him well. no trace of pride was left.

Dion in your hands – a faithful puppy, readily following any of your instructions. even if you'll send him right to his death, he will return, only bowing his head in anticipation of praise and the touch of your cold hands.

and you, like a good master, praise, and stroke, and kiss. after all, if there is a stick, there must be a carrot.

____*:･ﾟ✧

"here we will part, my dear friend. we have already discussed your plan of action, so I see no point in repeating myself. go to freedom, but quickly: we, you know, deal with riots quickly."

"wait, listen, please. can you at least answer me before I leave? what are you, really? I always have the feeling that you're not who you seem. I mean... no, I like you, I really like you, it's just-" – Cassis cuts himself off, realizing that he blurted out too much.

he's all flushed, confused in words, and you're just looking at him with your unnerving eyes and smiling.

watching. and aren't blinking.

"God, no matter how much years I'm carrying on my shoulders, it's the first time I've met such a curious human." – you purse your scarlet lips, thinking about the answer – "don't worry, "she" is now where she will be better. and as for your question, dear, you can consider that I'm just a bystander. yes, let's think so. so stop talking and run, okay?"

"and you? will you be okay?" – you raised your eyebrow: still unnatural, however, he's already used to it.

exit from the estate is already very close, just a stone's throw away, and Cassis is hesitating. desperately grabbing your wrist, looking with shining yellow eyes into your laughing, soulless ones.

tch.

"what, you want to stay my toy forever? you know, I'm an Agriche too, and I might change my mind about letting you go if you keep looking at me like a beaten puppy." – realizing that your quip was not accepted by the "audience", you rolled your eyes, but then broke into your too perfect smile again.

"don't worry. I can't be killed in a way that matters."– a six-fingered palm rests on the top of his head, and your face stretches into a grin, not human, too wide for a human.

but he's not scared. he wants to watch more – it's impossible to look away, even if his instinct for self-preservation screams that he needs to get out of here as soon as possible.

the abyss, as it turned out, can really look back, and it is beautiful in its terrifying appearance.

is this how Deon feels every time he looks at something that calls itself his sister?

"well, let's never meet again, my friend." – and Cassis leaves, leaves without turning around, because he understands that if he turns around, he will never be able to leave this nightmarish estate. he won't want to.

you hesitate a little, watching him with unblinking eyes, and with a sense of accomplishment you turn back.

your face rests against a man's chest. familiar scent of ash and blood hits your sensitive nose.

"and you're still walking silently." – Dion drapes his coat over your bare shoulders. a gloved hand lingers on your skin a little longer than it should.

"it's cold in the dungeons. you should have dressed warmer." – you laughed a little.

he knows perfectly well that you don't feel the cold, but he does this every time anyway.

"and what, you won't even ask anything? aren't you curious why I let the Pedelian offspring go?" – your six–fingered hand is holding his elbow as you wind through the dark and cold corridors.

"I will not question your methods. but was it wise to talk about your secret, even in this way? doesn't he know too much now?" – it's not difficult to understand what he's hinting at: in his opinion, you should've get rid of Cassis. athough never said out loud, your "brother's" dislike of your toy was ridiculously strong.

ah, men's jealousy!

"let him think what he wants. there are no big conclusions to be drawn from what I said anyway." – you tilt your head to the side, your eyes lazily scan the walls of the dungeon. he just nods and continues to walk beside you in silence.

Dion never asked too much, never doubted any of your actions, never poked his nose where it should not be. you certainly raised him well. no, even exceeded your own expectations.

what a good boy.

mom yelled at me for almost a hour and I wanna curl up and die 🤩

thanks for reading!!

[inzsanewrites]

Cassis Pedelian x fem!Reader

You felt a migraine coming on as you looked at the blushing faces around the room fixated on you.

You could only let out a frustrated sigh as you recalled your circumstances. You weren’t even suppose to be here but Lant’s favoritism and who ever the hell was hosting this party decided to break tradition to make an exception for you.

“Lady Y/N! If I could-“

“No.”

“Fairest Maiden, I shall sing p-“

“No.”

“My, have I been poisoned and sent to a beautiful angel of death? For my eye-“

“Yes, you have. Now please die.”

Why did they just keep coming?!

Usually the Agriches were avoided as if even a mere whiff of them would bring one the most atrocious nightmares, but it seemed in your case it was a worthy price for even one look at you. Not even the thought of Dion, Maria, and Lant being their in-laws deterred them.

Waving away yet another person, you couldn’t help but glare at Roxana and Jeremey in envy. They at least had to luxury to enjoy the parties banquet without disruption. You couldn’t take a sip of your champagne without someone coming to profess their undying love to you.

When the time came to interact, you couldn’t have been any more grateful to take your place by your father’s side as to avoid a some weird nosebleeding attendant who had took one look at you.

As you approached Lant, you were stopped by Roxana.

“What is it, Roxie?”

There was an unfamiliar gleam in her eye as she spoke to you.

“Soon Sister Y/n will be pleased.”

“What are you talking about?”

She signed, exasperated.

“You shall see, Sister.”

Nevertheless you brushed her off and took you place beside Lant, backing up a bit at the sadistic and eager look in eyes.

It looked like he was desperate to see the mourning look in Rischel Pedelian’s eyes if anything.

And as expected Rischel Pedelian and his daughter walked through the doors, noble as ever but it was the third Pedelian that captured your attention.

Cassis Pedelian.

And from the way he held your awestruck gaze it seem you had caught this as well.

You could’ve easily dismissed it as a passing thing but from the way he’s lips turned up into a fleeting smile, you knew this would be far from the last time you would see him.

[roseapov]

Reverse

Cassis x GN!Reader

Tw: obsession, killing, power imbalance, possessiveness, manipulation, slavery, Stockholm syndrome?

Povtober 2023, Day 25 [Masterlist]

Right now you're totally not standing before kneeling Cassis, totally not. Completely not.

...

So now you're standing before kneeling Cassis and you have no idea what to do with it.

You still could feel the burning stare of Roxana as your father gave Cassis to you, instead of her.

Shivers went down your spine at the thought of the wrath of your older sister, that was placed upon you.

How badly you wanted to end it before she did it before you. But she had different plans.

She wouldn't hurt you, don't worry, you were her favorite character.

Her first plan of freeing Cassis failed, but she still could use you and the fact that in the novel Cassis fell in love with you, to her advantage.

But what she hadn't foresaw was the fact that, Cassis fell madly in love with you. Madly, as in I will kill for you way.

So now, she had a hard time approaching you ever since, with Pedelian acting as your guard dog, who you took everywhere with you. You surely did get attached.

But even then you still remain completely oblivious, how are you not dead yet, to your slave growing possessiveness.

With time even Roxana started to doubt if he ever wanted to go back. No matter how she tried, she could never get him to leave you. Not even for a moment.

And that's when everything started to go downhill for you. Even when Cassis never showed it, he had every intention of running away from your family manor.

Who do you take him for? Of course he will take you with him!

And so, he started scheming with Roxana, giving her the feeling of the upper hand, while under her nose planned to take you with him.

When he succeeded you got degraded from the beloved lady of the Agriche, cause how are you not dead yet? They surely must love you a lot, to a doll.

A doll for him to dress up and admire, it unnecessarily reminded you of your aunt, Maria.

You want to go back? Haha, yeah, no.

You can do anything but that. You can want anything and he shall happily provide, just not it.

Oh poor you, completely spoiled and taken care of you. It must be hard being away from your family full of psychopaths, right?

Are you sure you still don't want to stay here?

[melonminnie]

You should get some rest…

BECOMING THE VILLAINS FAMILY

- Yandere TRISTAN! X Female! Child! Reader

(PT2) Yandere valentine family meeting reader!

(PT3) Reader heals Sabina!

(PT4) reader makes pearls from their tears!

(VER2) Valentine family x reader!(angst)

Gabriel x fem reader!

Btvf x fem! Reader ( angst)

I’ll know! ((Var! Manhwa characters x fem! Reader)

heart stickers (Yan btvf x Veronica’s sister reader)

THE VILLAINESS IS A MARIONETTE!

-BREAKFAST @ MY PLACE (bayel x reader)

Little twin stars (yan Raphael x young sister reader x yan imperial twins (platonic)

Breakfast w me! (Bayel x fem reader!) rewritten

OPERATION TRUE LOVE!

-my heart has a hole! (Baek dohwa x reader)

Saving the female leads older brother!

- LUCKY 3!! ( Jeremy x reader x Sylvia)

-I was enchanted to meet you! (Agriche household x Cupid! Reader)

-COLD? (Jeremy x gn! Sick! Reader!)

-so many shades of gray (Jeremy x vampire Gn! Reader)

oh how can you still not know? ( Dion x gn vampire reader!

Everywhere at the end of time (Cassis x fem! Reader)

LEGENDARY! (Pedalian family x fem! Reader)

My mother got married by contract!

- Tell me! Tell me? ( lyrica x older! Sister! Reader)

-Lyrica x older!cousin! reader

I’ll know! (Var! Manhwa characters x fem! Reader)

and say I miss you! Atil x fem reader

WHO MADE ME A PRINCESS?

-YAN CLAUDE X DAUGHTER! READER (platonic)

-two puppets (yan! Claude x daughter reader )

DREAMING FREEDOM!!

- to be written

I RAISED A BLACK DRAGON

-to be written

INTO THE LIGHT ONCE AGAIN

YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE MY LAB PARTNER? (Isis x fem reader)

HE LOVES MY HEART SHAPED SUNGLASSES (he hates me) ( Isis x Fem! Witch! Reader!)

BABY TYRANT

I’ll know! (Var! Manhwa characters x fem! Reader)

we both like Apple cider! (Oscar x fem! Reader)

Strawberry shortcake (Oscar x fem! Reader)

ALIEN STAGE

MS POPULAR? ( Ivan n Luka w a shy sweet and popular s/o!)

You must promise to love me (Ivan x reader)

THE PERKS OF BEING A VILLAINESS

-None

OSHI NO KO

Yan! Aqua x fem! Reader

Aqua! X reader who always teases him

death miracle! Past life aqua x sister reader platonic

BOUQET (aqua x reader that acts like ai)

you can always request for any of these fandoms if you’d like my requests are always open! Have a nice day <333

[umi-adxhira]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I made this on the toilet because I love this manhwa and I need it to come back

Jeremy HATES vegetables like whenever he has lunch or dinner he shoves the veggies to the side and only eats the rest of it

Roxanna hated wearing red before she ikesai'd into TWTPTFLOB because she thought it didn't suit her but now she wears red because it makes her eyes pop

Lant's a biter. Even as a child, he ABSOLUTELY bit his father's leg because he didn't let him have a sleepover at his friend's house

Dion has the best handwriting ever. It's like calligraphy. No one knows where he got it from because they never see him practice he's just good at it ig

Griselda is a collector. Either a set of jewellery or dolls I know in my heart, she lives having her shelves filled with a completed series of novels and collectables

Silvia definitely sings in the shower. Or anywhere, really. I'm thinking Robin from HSR she has a voice people are drawn to and they generally love to hear her sing

Cassis is good at drawing. I headcanon that he sucked ass as a kid but wanted to get better, so he dedicated time to learn how to draw, and now he's the verse's Picasso

Maria is also a collector. But instead of cute things like Griselda, it's eyeballs like what OG Roxanna collected or fingernails like that one girl from Kakeguri

Sierra drinks warm milk before bed. Her parents told her it would make her stronger as a child and never got out of the habit

Ashill used to sleep with teddy bears. He got one as a gift from his mother along with a matching one for Roxanna and never slept a night without his until the day he died

Charlotte skips. Like, idk much about her man she's the type of person to skip along the halls, humming a creepy tune with a deranged face

©️umi-adxhira [13/10/2024]

[aweirdsimp]

My Poison Flower (Roxana Agriche x Female! Reader) 

By: Gothic_Celeste (written by Luci on wattpad reviewed by d10nsaint) 

Hello Celeste here I am making this one-shot or whatever for fun so please tell me if I need to 

be recreated or need some work. I was inspired by @d10nsaint on tumblr. Or known as Brook on tumblr. So this book is about Roxana agriche x Fem Reader. 

I hope I don’t get too much hate. For it. Since I am a beginner writer I will repost after maybe checking in with people such writers who are better than me. Also you should probably know about me.. English is not my Native tongue. 

Tw: Yandere, kinks teasing, mommy issues,blood, Gore. 

If you’re not age 18+ then don’t read this and if you’re comfy with me writing any of the triggering things. Then please get off of my posts and account and go read someone else's work that is safe and comfy for you. 

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- Well first of all, you started as Roxana agriche personal maid and you had to take care of her needs and her pet’s. You hated the fact she was really pretty and could get you to believe her anytime she wants. With just a sad look like a puppy when it’s sad. 

- She is very possessive over you to the point, if you ever show her love and treat her more than a tool, she’ll try and get you to stay with her forever, till death due her apart from you both. The most part she had her personal maid look after you and maybe a secret butterfly just in case you didn't escape from her grips. 

- Like her brothers, you started out as a toy for her Cause her old one was getting boring and she hates how her other toy doesn’t talk back to her and couldn’t be punished just like you. You did develop kinks while you’re with her, maybe mommy issues. 

- When she finds out you have kinks and maybe issues such as parental issues. She found it very hot but satisfied now she could break you by using the information against you. When she also could explore some kinks with you and tease you about your kinks while you tease her about hers. 

- When someone hurts you Roxana wasn’t fond when she found out. How dare  they hurt her delicate poisonous flower. She would not dare but to hurt them ten times more than they did to you. You were her obsession after all. And then she would kill them in a gore ways like how she likes it. 

- You belong to her and no one else, you belong to her and you know that. You gave her love and now she is  your problem to deal with. And she was really at first when she received you. She found no interest in you but now she has. 

- After killing her whole family with you. Well apart from her mother Sirena, She became the duchess of the house and you both got married  around the remaining dead body since she planned the wedding to happen a day early and when she killed her family except for Sirena she is  still alive. 

- You and Roxana, were forever stuck with each other. Mostly because she was possessive and didn't like to share. She also likes to do it anywhere and she doesn’t care who watches to be honest. She likes to break you and then mold you to be your bratty self and then break you again. 

-Poor Cassis, your brother has no clue where you are every time, he wants to cuddle with you when Roxie isn't busy putting you in your place. That boy just wants his little sister in his arm but yet you just being f*ck every time Roxie felt angry or just plain bored.

[mintichoco]

CREDIBLE | twtptflob

"ARE YOU AWARE THAT I CAN KILL YOU WITHOUT SO MUCH AS MOVING AN INCH?" | "SO COULD A CHICKEN WITH ENOUGH MOTIVATION, YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL"

TITLE TRACK. psycho - red velvet

FANDOM. the way to protect the female lead's older brother

CHARACTER. oc-insert, visuals of aria valentine

PRONOUNS. she/her

SUMMARY. a gen-z kid gets dropped in the world of twtptflob. . .right infront of lante agriche

FORMAT. headcanons, scenarios

INSPIRATION. this post by @rouecentric

NEXT CHAPTER. [1, you are here] • [2]

Nash was an iPad kid in every sense of the word. Her mother could not bother to care beyond sending monthly checks to the manor (more like luxurious jail) where the caretakers pocketed half the sum and the rest went to pamper her.

She could't be mad, there were plenty people out in the real world who'd kill for that kind of money. She spent her days tinkering on school projects, binge-watching historical k-dramas and being a general menace to the working staff.

Now imagine her surprise when she went to bed at three in the morning after haphazardly throwing together an art project featuring 'Kakashi the grey hare' and woke up on cold hard marble, instead of her fluffy mattress.

"What the heck?" She shuffled to a sitting stance, rubbing her sore neck.

The brushing of black skirts and the scruff of boots tethered her attention to the floor.

There were maids, a few dozens of them. Nash had her own nannies, sure, but nobody in the twenty-first century wore these silks unless as costumes, that too the very short version and for funzies on Tiktok or the bedroom.

"Woah-", a grin danced on her face. "Is this some sort of cult? Before the intro, I'll make this clear, I don't wanna be a part of this scooby-doo squad. Now, where am I?"

Silence, silence. Silence everywhere. Then, a fine looking specimen of testosterone-producer stepped up from the crowd, gripping a sword-A SWORD?!-in his hand.

"What business do you have with Agriche? How did you manage to get past the barrier guards? Start talking before I make sure you never will."

Well, zamn, who hurt you?

"Yeah, I was hoping you'd the know the answer to that?" She was thoroughly confused. "And since you don't, we can all just forget this ever happened and go our own seperate ways, okay? Okay, bye!"

A brilliant beyond brilliant idea popped up in her head. Taking out her phone, she tried searching for a signal. Hey, her mother may not pick up but she will dispatch atleast one guard to check on her.

"What is that?" The emo grandpa snapped his fingers. The phone was snatched away in an instant.

Nash reached for the object, only to be shoved away. "Hey, that's mine! Give it back!"

"Master, it seems to be some unknown technology, far beyond research-work mentioned in the archives", the woman replied and handed it over to the man in the lavish tux with a. . .bow?

What the frick is happening?!

The man chuckled and Nash felt a chill go down her spine. "A spy? Tell me, which lowlife has started copying my tactics, hm? Though, it is for the greater good, I suppose. The kids outside of this territory are pathetic, they pose no worthy challenge for my soldiers."

Which grown ass man sends people to fight kids?!

With furrowed brows, legs and arms crisscrossed, Nash drew a long breath. "Look dude, I don't know who you are or where I am but I don't mean to cause any trouble. . .yet. But if you don't return my phone, we're gonna have a problem here."

He quirked a brow and a tide of murmurs erupted from the audience. With a subtle clang his weapon was unseathed, the sharp blade pointed straight towards her neck.

Holy mother the of sweet Je-

"Are you aware that I can kill you without so much as moving an inch?"

Her breath hitched and she felt the hiccups coming. "So could a - hic - a chicken with enough motivation. You're not special-"

"Father, you called?"

A whispery voice carried by the wind stopped the man dead in his tracks from possibly ripping Nash a new one.

"Roxana", he rasped, clicking his tongue. "I don't appreciate tardiness. In any case, I'd like you to familiarize yourself with the latest brand of spies that are sent after us. Do they think of us as idiots!”

With that attitude, you’d make a fine Karen, sir. Wait. . .did he just say ’Roxana’?

Nash swiveled on her heel faster than light, coming face to face with said exotic beauty, shimmering rubies for eyes, adorned in a fashionable gown that almost made up for it’s weight.

"Y-You're Roxana Agriche?!"

At her starstruck exclaimation, the lady pursed her lips and only nodded curtly in acknowledgement.

Suddenly, Nash was clutching her head. She felt dizzy, she was definitely going to hurl.

Bye-bye fancy carpet, so long. . .

"Forking fudgecake!" The first row of maids probably jumped at the sheer decibel of her shout. "Did I get hit by truck-kun? No, that's not possible. How will a truck get in my house?! Murder, then? Not unlikely. . .although who would assassinate sweet ol’ me? Let’s see. . .”

"As you witness”, the newly recognized Lante Agriche waved the sword dangerously close to her face. Nash skiddadled to Roxana’s side. "This one doesn't know how to behave.”

Nash tilted her head to gander at the second heir’s face. She was lost in thought, her face overcome with a forlorn expression.

Roxana stroked her chin and then nodded. "You wish for me to oversee the interrogation?”

Lante grinned like a madman, thankfully storing away the blade. "As expected, you are a natural.” Nash had to do a double take to make sure his face fell in the matter of milliseconds. "Do not disappoint me.”

A sharp pain appeared in her scalp when her obnoxiously long pink hair was grasped and she was pushed back against the wall.

Yup, no wonder all the female leads hate this.

Lante did his best impression of a ravenous beast from the Black Forest, snarling and sneering. ”I will figure out where your loyalties lie and set an example through you. Am I understood?"

As astonishing as it is to be held like this by a 2D character, it ducking hurts, biAtch!

"Y-yes, sir!" As if-

He released her but it felt the same, as if her head was on fire. "Take her away.”

Roxana did not spare a moment to escort Nash to her room. They arrived in two minutes max and the blonde dismissed her tendants for the evening.

With a cotton swab and a bottle of suspiciously glowy liquid, she started dabbling the scratch that had formed on Nash's face, right under her eye from being thrown against the stone column.

She was quiet for most of the time while Nash observed Roxana's face. The teen truly was a looker, one worthy of people stopping in their tracks to stare at.

Light hair framed her face like a halo while piercing red eyes that tore through one's soul akin to the devil himself.

"Earlier, you mentioned a truck, yes?"

Nash blinked dumbly. "Uh-huh."

Roxana looked her directly in the eye. "Are your perhaps from. . .This is going to sound ridiculous but are you from Earth? Like, the actual modern world?"

The pinkette chewed on her botton lip. "Er. . .maybe?"

Roxana dropped her head and if Nash wasn't mistaken, she sighed out of relief. "How did you end up here?"

The younger girl threw her hands up. It felt weird talking to a fictional character who went into a fictional-fictional world.

Wait, that makes no sense.

"I don't know, lady! One minute I'm falling asleep reading manhwa on my computer and the next thing I know kaboom Lante-the-asshole Agriche is in front of me!"

"What's a manwha? Did you not read the novel-", Roxana paused mid-way, narrowing her gaze. "You are much too young to read those kinds of books."

Nash coughed awkwardly. "Well, I didn't exactly read it. It doesn't even exist in my world."

"Meaning? And you say your world as if we're from seperate ones."

Nash clapped her hands, slouching against the cushions on Roxana's bed. "Bingo." The girl stared at her, perplexed. "You know about the miltiverse theory, right? Y'know, spider-man and stuff like that?"

The blonde nodded.

"If I were to guess, we are both from two different realities. It's like a layer formation. The 'Flower of Hell' takes place in one, then you enter from another and change the course of the world and then I enter from a different reality like a cherry on top."

Roxana remained still, the subtle widening of her eyes being evidence of understanding. "I see. In any case, we need a place to fit you in. As far as I've looked, there is no escape. Other than death, but that is uncharted territory."

Nash made a face. You speak of death like it's the next door neighbor. Then she remembered. But for her, it probably isn't the worst thing to happen.

She cleared her throat, shrugging as nonchalantly as possible. "Any chance I can take a shower? I kinda sorta really stink."

The ghost of a smile passed over Roxana's face. "I will ask for a bath to be prepared." Her gaze traveled down, "And a tailor to take your measurements. Can't have my charge looking so haggard."

Nash looked down, her face burning red. She was still in her Hello Kitty jammies. "Hey!"

Roxana stood up, packing away the medical kit. "I will be back later. Your dinner will be sent here; eat after freshening up. And try to keep a low profile. The less people are aware of your existence, the better. Fa - Lante will likely dish out my orders for you at dinner."

She made to leave but turned around again.

"What?"

"I did not catch your name."

"Nash", the pinkette replied with a too-shrill voice, trying to rub the exhaustion out of her eyes.

Roxana was amused. "Full name?"

"Ugh. . .Nashira Parker, at your service, m'Lady."

As soon as the door clicked shut, Nash threw herself on the heavenly bed, feeling her body sink into the spread of softness.

'What a day. Welp- this is my life now, I guess.'

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‣ THE WAY TO PROTECT THE FEMALE LEAD'S OLDER BROTHER. ୨:୧

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─────── ROXANA AGRICHE?!

━━ NOTHING YET ⸝⸝ !!

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━━ NOTHING YET ⸝⸝ !!

─────── DION AGRICHE?!

━━ LOVE MADE ME CRAZY ⸝⸝ !! :: SOLO FIC!

━━ FORBIDDEN ⸝⸝ !! :: SOLO FIC!

━━ YOU'RE NOT LEAVING ME ⸝⸝ !! :: MULTI-MANHWA!

─────── JEREMY AGRICHE?!

━━ DREAMS ⸝⸝ !! :: SOLO FIC!

─────── SIDE NOTE: I WILL STILL DO ANY OTHER CHARACTER BUT THESE ARE JUST THE MAIN ONES THAT I WRITE FOR!

[lxdymoon0357]

WHEN I SAW THE MSSG I THOUGHT I SENT ONE

ok so like, what if after agriche was burned down, you and dion fled somewhere and he started to show emotion?Like u both have a stable life & r set for the rest of your days but what would that be like seeing him being 'normal'

(bby, caring dion> daddy, sadistic dion || also kinda OOC|| Personal headcanons)

Dion X Reader:

But I don't need the comfort of any lies

✟ You were Dion's friend and you were known well in the family for being cruel, ruthless and being the favourite of Lant even though you weren't his, when they found out you both were dating, Lant wanted to have Dion be the next head because he will have you as his wife.

✟ Except, this didn't happen, as you both began dating, Dion began to grow restless and started to be more emotional and merciful, and later on Roxanne fell in love and ran away with her pet, who happened to be Cassiss Pedelian, from the Blue Pedelian family.

✟ As this happened the family fell, when you and Dion also ran away with some of the largest riches in the family, you both were living out on the outskirts of the empire ion a cottage you owned as a result of making your own money in secret.

✟ Sooner or later, you both also fled the cottage upon hearing of the fall of the Black Agriches, you both worried sick of the only people you both cared about; a few certain servants, who became close to you and Dion.

✟ As you both now near a forest, and a bay, living in a minimalist life, though it had been hard you both were doing pretty well, doing work as bookshop owners and bakers and on occasions as assassins for both of your exceptional skills in killing and hiding.

✟ You both ended up three cats and a weird tiny glass frog Dion became emotionally attached to, whom the cats also got emotionally attached. You often have to look after your four kids now, including Dion, as the glass frog named "Blom" by your beloved husband just calmly sits in his glass container watching you scold your husband and three cats.

✟ Oh Yeah! You both got married, by a few families and couples who lived near you both, whom you both made a companionship with. It was a small wedding with you wearing the prettiest dress you had brought with you and amazing desserts and food made by you, Dion and your neighbours.

✟ I personally headcanon that you both live at a place where it would rain often, and so you and your lovely neighbourly ladies would dance with your husbands/ wives in the rain and often sing songs with them too, while making someone will make food and treats for everyone.

✟ You also near a lake btw! You and Dion often play fight and constantly end up swimming away from each-other in the lake, while your cats look at you both with slight concern, until they see you laughing then they join you!

✟ Moving to your cats, you have a grey cat with green eyes, one white with grey eyes and one black with maroonish almost red eyes, whom you think looks a lot like Dion. The grey cat is named moon, the white one Vanilla and the black one is named bamboo, curtsy of your darling husband....

✟ He surprisingly makes good food and his drinks, shakes or anything like that are god-tier, they're absolutely amazing. You'd often find him in the kitchen super early in the morning making you both breakfast, while your three cats are sitting lapping at the pieces of meat he put for them in tiny ceramic dishes he made himself with the help of one of your old neighbours. He's very proud of them.

✟ But you also find him crying his eyes out as well, every since he left the manor, he's been showing more of his emotions than he ever has, and now you actually know what he feels, he is absolutely crushed at the thought of his mother dead, but he always uses one of the cats as his napkin wiping his nose and eyes on their fur while they squeal out for you, their darling mother.

✟ He also smiles a lot, and it's not his blood-thirsty smile he sued to have in front of his toys, but a heart-warming smile and a genuine smile, you wouldn't be able to see if you both were still at the manor. He misses his mother as she would though be kinda mean, Maria loved him in private, when she would often whisper that she finds him the prettiest.

✟ Oh, yeah! You ended up finding Sierra, Maria, Jeremy, Roxanne and her husband, Cassiss. You both were dancing one morning, when you got a knock on your door, thinking it was one of your neighbours asking for something they ran out of, you opened the door just to find everyone smiling with tears in their eyes, as they ran to hug you while Maria immediately ran to Dion to grab him down in a hug while she kissed his forehead, where once Dion realised what happened started crying and sniffling while hiding in his mother's jacket.

✟ As you had a reunion, Sierra explained how she tracked you down and how she helped Jeremy and Maria escape with her to your cabin you showed to her in case she ever got too overwhelmed and wants to escape everything. They explained who everyone was dead, including Lant, Charlotte, Grizelda and Fonataine and many other family members and servants.

✟ Cassiss's family had taken Roxanne as their daughter\sister-in-law and they both were to get married soon and wanted to invite you and Dion to their wedding. As you Maria, Sierra and Cassis were having a conversation while petting your cats, Dion, Roxanne and Jeremy were bickering about somethings and how Jeremy was dating one of your and Dion's trusted friends who used to be both of your servant.

✟ In the end it turned a bit better than you both expected, especially when he Roxanne and Jeremy formed a connection of siblings and Sierra and Maria moved along with Jeremy and his fiancee moved next door to you and Roxanne moved though a bit far from your house, still closer to you both.