#cassis agriche x reader

[corpseri]

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]

[ddivilove]

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

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─────── ROXANA AGRICHE?!

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─────── DION AGRICHE?!

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─────── JEREMY AGRICHE?!

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

[lxdymoon0357]

The way to Protect the Female lead's Elder Brother

General

Crossover: Y/N and her murdering families

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

Dion Agriche:

Domestic Healing! Dion X Reader Hcs

Roxanna Agriche:

Roxanna X Fem! Reader HCs

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Would like to add that the two of you would most definitely rant about the Agriches (assuming you don't leave immediately) finding solace in each other as normal people in this hell.

Cassis will also question if you have a thing for Roxana because you're just fangirling over her only for you to say that no, you don't, she's just so pretty and smart and -

Jeremy will also come up and you'll apologize for his actions, despite not being involved with them. Tell him how he's one of the sweeter of the Agriches but shake your head, saying he was still out of line.

When Dion comes up you go quiet. Before smiling and saying he's not as bad as you had originally thought, hiding the fact he's so clingy in private despite knowing you hold no affection for him. Hiding the fact that you only give him affection as a means to stay alive and keep him on the more mellow side, knowing how if he focuses his attention on you, Sierra won't have to worry about running into him, as your husband would listen to you (somewhat).

When Lant comes up you almost cry. End up pouring out everything and nearly beg for the sliver haired boy to take you with him only to stop yourself short. By now you're aware of how obsessed Dion is with you.

He wouldn't let harm come to you.

But he also wouldn't let you go.

You leave the room after wishing him good luck and he looks like he's ready to stop you but doesn't. Neither of you are in the position to help the other. You can't even help yourselves.

A quiet agreement on leaving this conversation behind. And, deep down, you already know he's going to bring this up to Roxana. You wonder how she'll react.

And once you're out the room, you're met with the sight of your glaring husband -

He's been waiting for you.

He couldn't hear the exchange but it doesn't change the fact you were alone with Cassis.

And, so, he asks, "How was your conversation with the Blue Bastard? Was his company better than mine?"

How would you react to a jealous, obsessive and possessive husband?

How do you quell that green eyed monster of his?

Do you:

A: cup his cheeks and soften your expression, saying that you're married to him, thus will never be unfaithful

B: peck his lips after saying Cassis just reminded you of your brother (aka a sane person), the action causing the black haired man to completely freeze as you make your getaway

C: glare at him to mask how scared and worried you are for the captive and yourself, only to receive a icier one from Dion

D: a combination of all

(Please remember that this may or may not be added into the main story. I just wanted to write this. Idek if I want the reader to meet Cassis while he's in that room)

Possible part of this

can't get the idea of Reader accidentally meeting Cassis after taking a wrong turn and SOMEHOW end up in the champer room thing where Roxana keeps him.

Just imagine the two of you staring at each other with the surprised Pikachu face.

[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!!

[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?

[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!

[d10nsaint]

A love triangle with dion cassis where you already had kids with dion (for some reason i could see him having 5 children) and cassis is into milf's

a/n:Why do only i get requests like this?

>So, i'd say this is in a messed up ver. of the current timeline so the children would fit in the timeline.

>So, with a toxic relationship with Dion, and a new toy cassis, what could make him differ from other toys?

>You visited him at night while dion was out on a mission.He had been cleaned up and was tied down with the magical chains.

>And when he saw you, in a short nightgown, the lovely lanternlight shining on your face, he was in awe.

>And when you said sorry for how your kids might have been too rough, his face got even redder.

>kids?All five of those monsters were her kids? Shes that hot and has kids?

>And when you topped it off with a lovely seductive smile,How could he not fall inlove with you?

>Thank the lords that you couldnt see his pants tighten!

>And when he found out from the guards about who you were, (They gossiped about your body) a dim look took over his face. You were married to the monster of Agriche, Dion.You had sex with him, gave birth to his kids, and stayed with him after.

>And, on the night where he escaped, he confessed to you;A married woman with kids.He left before you got time to respond.

>When you saw him at the banquet, you completely froze up at first, but then you greeted him with the same smile that you gave him when you met him.He stiffened up and lost composure.

>Later that night, you saw cassis in the forest.When you called out to him, you saw how he smiled at you like he had seen the prettiest woman ever. he kissed your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist.

> "Excuse me.sir cassis, You do know im married with children, right?" Your face relaxed at the kiss on your hand.

> "If you didnt like it, you would have pushed me off, my lady."he bent down and put his head on your shoulder, taking in the cold on your thick nightgown.

>”Sir Cassis, what is so appealing about me that makes you like me so much?”

> “Maybe how you give every man you meet a smile, or how you were still so kind to me and helped me when Roxana couldnt.Or, maybe how you have kids?”He was speaking into your shoulder so you couldnt see his face.

> “..Sir Cas-”

> "What scandalous behavior between a married woman and a man who just turned 19."YOu heard the rustle of a pair of thick boots crunch the winter leaves. Dion.

>Cassis still kept his grip on your waist. "Maybe we would'nt be here if your wife knew how to cover up-Or maybe if her husband paid attention to her."

>..you found yourself between Cassis and Dion.

>Whenever cassis sees you,he complements your beauty, gives you roses,kisses your hands..

>Whenever dion sees you, he fucks you to assert dominance.

[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.'

[that-one-pretty-bitch]

𝒪𝓀𝒶𝓎𝓎𝓎!! 𝒮𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒! 𝒟𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒜𝑔𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓌, 𝓈𝑜 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝟤𝓀 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈.

WARNINGS: Yandere behavior and Dion Agriche

Word count :  2171

E/c eyes gleamed under the moonlight. Lanterns with people's hopes and dreams floated in the air, she was seated on a small wooden canoe. Nothing too fancy, for once she wanted to live simply. She let go of her lantern as it flew high up, perhaps one day her wish would come true. Sighing slightly she paddled her canoe to shore and made her way back home, she simply came outside for some fresh air and peace of mind. She stared at the stars with delight and wonder, she was so small compared to the universe, how did anything even matter? Everything was so insignificant, just now life was blooming on earth, there are so many lovely people but if another planet were to collage with them everything could possibly end. It was like that, life was never guaranteed so it must be lived to its fullest. She should tell Cassis Pedelian how she felt, she should see every full moon, she should watch every sunset, she should dance with the wind on windy days, she should make snow angels on snowy days. Life is not something meant to take for granted, she loved life, it was simply so beautiful. She plucked a dianhong rose from a bush nearby and brought it close to her nostrils, taking a whiff of the sweet scent. It's unbelievable how nature could produce something so alluring. No one appreciates the simple things in life. Everyone wants all the luxuries, yet a simple rock has taken millions of years to form, flowers have the most fascinating internal structures, and human bodies are so well crafted. Everything made by nature was simply so ethereal, she felt that nature itself was the most beautiful thing she could ever own. 

“Lady Y/n, you should come inside, it's getting dark,” A boy with the charming golden eyes spoke.

“Yes, of course,” She walked inside, she was staying over at her friend, Sylvia’s house for the week as her parents had left for business matters. Cassis Pedelian had always admired her calm and kind nature, he had fallen in love with her but who hadn't? Everyone was crazy for Y/n, and he truly didn’t feel very special. He was just a boy in the crowd but he still had some hope that perhaps someday she would return his feelings. Unknown to him she did love him, she adored how he looked like a prince not to mention that he was so gentle, kind and sweet, everything Y/n would have wanted in a man. She blushed slightly as Cassis put his jacket around her arms,

“You were shivering Lady Y/n, so I uh-” Cassis stumbled across words

“Thank you,” Y/n smiled, her smile was like a breath of spring and her voice was soft like summer rain

Walking down the hallway, the two glanced around nervously, neither could admit their feelings for the other. A silver haired girl came dashing down the hallway, she embraced Y/n tightly and started smooching her face

“Y/nnnnn where were youuuuu~~~~” She screamed

“I was outside, getting some fresh air,” Y/n laughed

‘Beautiful, dazzling, gorgeous, delightful, appealing, heavenly, stunning, glamorous, bewitching’ Sylvia thought with heart eyes as she saw Y/n laugh, even Cassis blushed, he was glad the woman he liked was happy. He would do anything to see her charming smile

However what Y/n didn’t know was that her wonderful life would change one fateful day,

The maids smoothed out Y/n’s dress for the banquet, she wore a beautiful sleeveless f/c gown that was adorned with lace. As she walked into the banquet all eyes were on her stunning figure. Her aura felt so different from everyone else present, she gave off the aura of royalty or that of a goddess. She looked so majestic, walking down the staircase, the click clack of her heels. The banquet was in pin drop silence as she made her appearance. 

“She looks ravishing,” Founatine licked his lips

Roxana gave him a disgusted glare, she did not want to hear him mention about making her his wife after all, that Y/n woman was far too good for him from what she heard.

Walking away from Fountain, Roxana was about to trip as the fabric of her dress got caught in her heels however instead of feeling the ground she realized that she had been stopped. Only to look up and see a Divine woman, Y/n. She had caught her.

“Are you alright?” Y/n inquired

Why was she being so kind to an Agriche? Y/n caught Roxana’s interest.

“Yes, i’m alright, thank you,” Roxana attempted to give a smile

“If you don’t mind Lady Y/n, may I stay with you for the rest of the banquet? I don’t have anyone else to socialize with,” Roxana asked

“Of course, I don’t have anyone either,” Y/n smiled

 Sylvia refused to go to the banquet and it would be a bit awkward to go with Cassis, after all people might get the wrong idea.

“Who is that?” Dion asked Roxana while the two girls were chatting, he completely ignored her beauty.

“This is Y/n, a friend of mine,” Roxana spoke, which made Dion raise his eyebrows slightly

“Friends? With an Agriche? You could die,” He told Y/n

“Are you not afraid of death?” He asked calmly

“Fearing death would mean fearing life and I love life,” Y/n said confidently

“Ah, then I shall leave you to be,” He walked away

However her answer made him wonder…. What was it about life that she loved so much? Until now he really never found anything loveable about living; it was simply a chore to him. Y/n must know something that he doesn’t, perhaps one day he too could enjoy life as it is.

He saw Roxana leave Y/n to get a dish, now was his chance

He sat down on the purple couch next to y/n

“What is it about life that you love?” He asked

“Hmm… perhaps it's the way that everything and everyone is designed so perfectly. We have evolved to become so beautiful, a few centuries back people wouldn’t have been able to dream of the accomplishments we have made. To think that the world changed so much, a simple rock in itself takes millions of years to form, isn’t the world just so fascinating? When you start to question and understand every little thing you truly start to see the allure of life,” She smiled so sweetly. Oh did she even know what a monster he was? How could she smile at him so bright, despite knowing about what he was like?

As Dion stared at her in amusement a refined young man with silver hair sat next to Y/n. Cassis Pedelian, Cassis felt a bit of jealousy seeing Y/n speak to the good looking man, he had to admit Dion was certainly better looking than him but deep down he knew that Y/n would never like a man like Dion. By now Roxana had also gotten her dish and taken a seat in front of Y/n, only for her face to mold in utter disgust when she saw her half brother seated next to her friend. 

“Dion? Shouldn’t you be with Fountaine?” Her tone made it clear that she did not want him around. Scoffing slightly Dion looked Fountaine’s way, as usual Fountaine was busy boasting about himself.

“He seems quite full of himself,” Cassis whispered to Y/n

“He really does, do you really think Dion begged for mercy from him?” Y/n asked, Fountaine had been telling everyone that he beat Dion in duel and Dion got down on his knees and begged for mercy

“I have never once talked to him,” Dion admitted

Roxana remained quite, she didn’t like either of the boys and did not want to seem like she preferred one over the other

“He just keeps lying! Won’t anyone stop him?” Y/n asked

“I could put him in his place but I don’t even care,” Dion mumbled blowing on his tea

“Goodness! Men like him truly annoy me,” Roxana finally spoke up, implying that she disliked Fountaine

“ I agree Lady Agriche, I despise liars,” Y/n scoffs

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉. 𝒟𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒴/𝓃'𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽, 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓈𝑜 𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝑒𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝑀𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒, 𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒴/𝓃 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉? 𝑅𝑜𝓍𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒴/𝓃 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒. 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝒴/𝓃 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

“Lady Y/n, would you care to join me for a dance?” Cassis asked

Y/n blushed lightly as she gently placed her hand in his making their way to the dance floor

Dion’s grip on his glass tightened, Who did he think he was?

It was above him how he managed to fall for a woman within just one night but who was he to complain?

Perhaps he would just have to lock her up, so that she would only love him

His dull maroon eyes watched Cassis and Y/n dance and laugh, they were in love. He felt utter disgust at the sight of this, Cassis may have known Y/n longer but he was Dion Agriche and he ALWAYS got what he wanted and if he didn’t he would just need to force it.

That morning, Y/n sat down in her carriage to be taken home. The pathway was extremely bumpy and rough but Y/n didn’t mind, she was enjoying looking out the window. The early morning sky was so breathtaking.

All of a sudden the carriage stopped abruptly making Y/n lean forward. She walked out the door to see what could have caused this and froze in place when she saw assassins. Specifically Agriche Assassins, her mind went blank after feeling something being injected into her. Her body went limp and was about to fall onto the dusty ground when a guard caught her. They placed Y/n’s body in a carriage and set off for the Agriche mansion. A few hours later Y/n’s vision began to come back, she saw things blurry but could still here

“Do you think master Dion will be okay with the fact that we drugged her?” A guard asked

“He told us to bring her to him, he didn’t mention how,” Another guard said

“She is very pleasing to look at, no wonder Master Dion wants her!!” A guard exclaimed

Y/n put the pieces together and realized that she had been ordered to be kidnapped by Dion Agriche. She did not understand his thought process behind this but decided to go with it, she would question him later.

When they reached the Mansion a guard helped Y/n off. She slowly opened her eyes, pretending that she had just woken up and acted surprised on seeing the mansion. A guard yanked her tightly by the wrist and dragged her off to Dion’s room, on the way they met Maria and she screamed when she noticed how roughly the dazzling girl was being handled.

“OH you vile man, get your hands off her, women are to be treated with more respect. How dare you hurt her like this!?” She seethed

“But my lady, sir Dion-” He reasoned

“Dion!! My horrible son, how dare he kidnap such a lovely girl, MY WORD that boy has NO MANNERS,” Maria stomped her feet angrily while the knight ushered Y/n to Dion’s room, dealing with her slightly gently this time.

“Master, I have brought her,” the guard bowed and took his leave

You were now alone in a dark room with a dangerous man. You felt a harsh weight on your shoulder as you felt yourself getting pinned to the wall, eyes slightly adjusting to the darkness you realized this man was none other than Dion Agriche. His maroon eyes were piercing into your skin as he said,

“I never cared about someone seeing the good in me, I wanted someone who would see me in my worst and yet still want me, that would be you, you won’t be going anywhere now doll,” His eyes locked with yours

“I love Cassis,” She lied,

She had never loved Cassis, she found him to be a close friend but mistook it for feelings.

“I know but you will learn to love me,” He glared

“In that case love me,” Y/n laughed as pulled him down to her level to kiss him.

Dion twirled the necklace in y/n’s neck around his fingers as he slipped a knee between her legs, kissing her roughly.

[u1tr4vio1ence]

Hello again. 

I agree with what the anon says about Dion as a romantic interest/male lead. I can’t imagine Dion ever sharing an entirely healthy relationship or love his significant other in the conventional sense as his mentality is warped and at psychopathic level. If he were to love someone down the line, it will probably remain slightly distorted even up to the very end. If he were to ever confess his love, I imagine a scenario going similarly to Roxana’s confession to Cassis in the novel. The way she conveyed it was twisted, but in a way kind of sweet. It was her way of expressing her love. The way an Agriche would express their love.

In general I love love LOVE slow burn dynamics so I’m always on board for those, but I think with Dion in particular he’s one of those characters that I think really need the slow build up. I’m already loving how apathetic he is towards the reader and vice versa. A lot of sh!t is definitely going to go down in order to get to the endgame point. As you’ve said, for his entire life, the world has had nothing of interest to offer him so it’ll definitely take a lot or some specific event has to occur for someone to really capture his interest. (I remember reading a few romantic Dion fics where he was just too ooc and/or the progression of the relationship was too fast-paced and so romanticized. Shivers.) If memory serves correctly, Dion at this point is already fixated with Roxana right? I imagine it’ll also take a lot to divert that focus on her to someone else. So I’m very curious as to how the reader will end up drawing his attention. Will it go similarly to how Dion became fixated with Roxana? Will the reader cry or display some other form of sincere, profound emotion in front of his very eyes and end up captivating him? 🤔

Maria has a disconcerting fascination with beautiful things indeed, and the reader fits that criteria. In order to survive Maria’s frenzy, perhaps the reader will resort to flawing herself physically/self harm in some way down the line in order to ultimately lose her interest(?) 😭 I’m anxious yet intrigued at the same time. 

Poor reader being used as means to an end by the despicable fathers. I’m excited to learn more about the background of her house and if there will be other family members mentioned.  

I just want to say thank you for taking the time to read and reply back to my asks thus far. I feel like they get kinda long so I'll try to shorten them a bit next time haha.

Hey!

Given the setting of TWTPTFLOB and how every character in there are all at least a little bit morally fucked up, any relationship (especially one with an Agriche) is going to end up toxic in some sense. Yes! Even with Roxana's relationship with Cassis, it's pretty toxic with how obsessive both of them are but at the same time, like you said, their love is somewhat sweet. The characters in the series can't help but be like that, even though they're bad people it's due to the environment they were raised in.

I live for slow burns too, the slower the better 😤. When I was drafting this story, I was worried that it was too slow but then remembered that this was Dion that I was dealing with. Making his cold dead heart skip a beat is one thing, but having his character comprehend the feelings and go through the relationship is another and it's going to take forever anyways 😭.

Writing a full multi-chapter fic is hard enough but having Dion as the love interest is even more difficult! There are a lot of concerning mental issues going on with him, so making him OOC/romanticizing the relationship with him is very hard to avoid since, after all, he's supposed to be the endgame lover; I totally get him ending up OOC at some point in a story, I'm 1000000% sure that my story isn't going to have a perfect depiction of Dion either, but I'll try my best to make a good attempt!

Correct, this is before Cassis arrives as hostage (a couple of months before, definitely no later than half a year though), so Dion is only focused on killing and seeing Roxana's tears. How will the reader catch his attention? Like you said, it'll take some factors to happen, but it definitely won't be quick. I want the relationship with Dion to be as real as possible, with all the ugly and good, all the trials and errors; but in order for a relationship to even form it needs effort on both ends! And the current state of their relationship right now is... non-existent 💀.

Maria is a handful but she's so fun to write for! Her obsession with beautiful things is definitely a double-edged sword for the reader. She has quite the role in the story's draft, I'm excited to show her more :).

Yeah, in the novel it shows the ruling families to be pretty vile and corrupted, and the Vespertines in this fic is going to be no different. Vespertine Green is a pretty large noble house! More will definitely be revealed.

No problem at all, I enjoy reading them so much; you can make your asks as short or as long as you like I don't mind either! I'm genuinely so glad that it's been less than a week since releasing Eye of the Storm and I'm already getting such nice commentary!

Chapter three is coming out very soon, I hope you'll have a good time reading it! ❤️❤️❤️

[corpseri]

TWTPTFLOB HEADCANONS

AUTHOR'S NOTES: 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]

[ddivilove]

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]

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.

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Small idea thing may or may not be canon to my story

Yan! Dion agriche x fem! Reader

Arranged marriage

Warnings: slightly implied slight codependent behavior, jealousy, mention of murder attempt(s), mention of past murder, toxic familial (?)relationships, toxic marriage/relationship, some yandere themes probably. Please tell me if I missed any.

NSFW kind of warnings: suggestive and implied dub-con-ish, and definitely a sexually frustrated Dion

Can be read as it's own thing not sure if I'll include this in main story so POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR 'HELP I REINCARNATED AS THE FEMALE LEAD'S SISTER-IN-LAW"

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS/BLOGS THAT DON'T INTERACT WITH FANDOM RELATED THINGS DNI

I couldn't get this out of my head and I just needed to share it so bad it was eating me up alive.

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Lowkey think Roxana would pour affection (platonic) at you just to annoy Dion aka small bouts of revenge once she realizes he has a soft spot for you (aka stealing your time, smiling sweetly at you, maybe even make physical contact via pushing your hair back or the very rare looping her arm around yours as you walk in the garden together. Inviting you to dinner sometimes when Dion returns from a mission, getting in his way of his own little goal of spending time with you. Basically becomes your 'bestie' (she denies she cares about you but we all know that's a lie) and enjoys the glares Dion sends her way whenever you're having fun with her and not him.

And truthfully, despite knowing she's using you for something, you enjoy her company after a while. However, you're unable to fully give in and become essentially a sister to her or a 'bestie' because at the end of the day, she is still Roxana Agriche, an Agriche and general and you genuinely cannot see yourself becoming an important person to her or anyone else, still thinking everything is a test to see if they should dispose of you or not.

And while you're aware your husband has a 'thing' for you or even 'love's' you, he's still an imposing figure, still a man who didn't blink twice at killing his own half-brother and would gladly kill one of his step-mothers just to see Roxana cry. So, really, despite your smiles directed at the blond and your sparse forms of 'affection' to your husband, you don't really accept what they show you. Because at the end of the day, you grew up in two very different environments and you are not meant to be here. Your definition of 'love' is vastly different from their own and while Roxana knows how healthy 'love' is supposed to be, it's been so long since she's received it properly. Meanwhile Dion has a hard time understanding it still.

The story has been changed enough. And you're not sure if it should change some more.

And maybe it's because of that you unknowingly refuse to see just how soft Dion Agriche is with others (no where by much, just by like 00.6% since they're not you. ) had become ever since you entered the scene. Because if you acknowledge it then you'll start to see him as a decent person - everything he is not.

Also Jeremy would literally crash any alone time you have with Dion out of both spite for him (he's too weak to fight him just yet + Roxana probably doesn't want them to fight and he's her #2 fan - Cassis takes 1st place and you 3rd.) And some werid younger brother like affection he has for you.

And Dion would definitely steal you away once the opportunity arises and if they were normal siblings he would stick his tongue out at Roxana but since they're traumatized af they just glare at each other so sharply it could cut skin. Proceeds to awkwardly show you affection that both makes you uncomfortable and feel some pity for him because damn, Maria and Lant are horrible parents. If he acts nice enough he might get a kiss on the cheek before you scamper away otherwise (from experience) a make out session you really shouldn't enjoy breaks out but he still gets cock blocked by someone OR you stop him once his fingers start to undo the strings on your dress or his kisses travel to your neck instead, and his excitement is very much noticeable via his actions and the budge in his pants he doesn't even bother trying to hide. Sure, he's very attractive. However, pushing the fact you're still wary and/or 100-80% scared of him aside, he's big and it hurt badly the first time and you really, really like having working reproductive parts and the ability to walk + your gut tells you that there's a chance he won't stop at one (1) round.

Every night you stay up questioning if you're actually in a coma and not reincarnated.

After all, why else would these people concern themselves with you? Why else would they start to get closer to you? Why else would Dion Agriche proclaim that he's your dog?

[ragazza-whintigale]

Posso richiedere Yandere Mother Roxana Agriche x Figlia lettrice x Yandere Father Cassis Pedelian ? Il lettore cerca di scappare da loro perché troppo iperprotettivi e soffocanti. Ma il lettore viene catturato quando ha cercato di scappare e ottenere punizione (rimanere bloccato, morire di fame ecc.) Grazie. Nota: non sono italiano e non conosco la lingua Itali mi dispiace se non hai capito perché uso solo Google Translate (se non hai capito, va bene se hai semplicemente ignorato questa richiesta) Mi piace molto la tua scrittura

English Version of Request:

Can I request Yandere Mother Roxana Agriche x Daughter reader x Yandere Father Cassis Pedelian? The reader try to run away from them because they are too overprotective and suffocating. But the reader get caught when she tried to ran away and get punishment (get locked, starving etc etc) thank you. Note: I am not an Italian and I don't know Itali language. I am sorry if you didn't understand because I only use Google Translate (if you didn't understand this, it's ok if you just ignored this request) I really like your writing

𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌! 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓! 𝑹𝒐𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝑨𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌! 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓! 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏

𝔒𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞 ➵ The Way To Protect The Female Lead’s Older Brother

𝔄𝔳𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔷𝔢 ➵ Comportamenti Yandere, Yandere platonico, prigionia, infantilizzazione, tortura psicologica, manipolazione, fuga.

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢 ➵ 1475

All'inizio avevi pensato che fosse più che normale il loro comportamento. Infondo il mondo era sempre stato un luogo mostruoso e spaventoso nonostante contenesse quel pizzico di mistero che ti lasciava quasi affascinata, quel tanto che basta per salire in grembo di tuo padre con i suoi capelli argentati e gli occhi dorati e chiedergli come era il mondo al di fuori delle mura. Non aveva mai mostrato molta gioia per il tuo flebile interesse e si ridusse a descrivere il mondo in un modo fin troppo piatto, che per qualche motivo contrastava con quello che diceva invece tua madre, che descriveva il mondo esterno ricco di mostri e uomini malvagi. Ed era vero che all’inizio ci avevi creduto sul serio, in fondo le loro descrizioni erano talmente accurate che davvero non avevi potuto che credergli. Solo con il tempo avresti potuto notare le discrepanze, paesaggi situati nello stesso luogo ma diversi tra loro o persone che da un lato erano esseri malvagi e senza pudore dall’altro veri e propri mostri, descrizioni che non coincidevano e tu ti sforzassi di credergli ma era sempre più complicato. Mettere insieme pezzi che non coincidevano e piano piano la loro figura iniziò a risultare meno rassicurante e familiare. Il fatto che fossero così asfissianti non aiutava molto, non ricordavi neppure l’ ultima volta che avevi passato del tempo con qualcuno diverso da loro, avresti incontrato alcune cameriere ma non erano mai passate oltre la soglia concessagli da Roxanne e Cassis. I poveri sventurati che hanno provato una qualche sorta di approccio era spariti, oppure si allontanavano alla tua vista, ciò rese tutto ancora più strano. 

Niente era mai sfuggito veramente al loro controllo tranne te, eri sempre rimasta entro i limiti che avevano disegnato per te, mentre ti accontentavi di intrufolarsi nei loro uffici per ricevere una qualche sorta di compagnia, o di scappare dai quei insegnanti troppo noiosi per dargli retta, oppure sventolare la spada in modo fin troppo spavaldo cercando di imitare un qualche cavaliere di cui avevi letto, venendo però rimproverata amorevolmente da Cassis che finiva per sciogliersi leggermente al tuo sguardo appannato da perle salate. Ma con il tempo quei gesti avevano perso in loro significato, improvvisamente avevano perso quel familiarità. Quei ricordi risultavano accoglienti quasi quanto una camera bianca e priva di mobili e piacevole quanto la sensazione dell’alcool che bruciava su una ferita, tutto con il tempo aveva perso il proprio ordine naturale, quello che avrebbe dovuto avere secondo qualcuno, ma in realtà era diverso. Per questo ti eri azzardata a dire quelle parole che solo giorni prima ti sarebbero sembrate così maleducate e irrispettose.

« Papà, mamma voglio diventare un cavaliere »

Cassis quasi si strozzò con la tazza di tè che stava bevendo, mentre Roxana rideva sotto i baffi al comportamento forse troppo esagerato dell'amato marito. Forse ti stavi solo annoiando a giocare con quel pezzo di legno che avevi identificato come una spada, o forse ti eri stancata dei semplici racconti della biblioteca, ti sarebbe passata presto, era con questo che si rassicurarono mentre continuavano il pasto. Ma questa non era un fase come pensavano loro, e quindi hai insistito, alzandoti in piedi e bloccando i pugni contro il tavolo. Cassis aveva fermato il suo sguardo sul tuo, e lo avresti incontrato anche tu, da quando eri bambina ti era sempre stato più facile guardarlo negli occhi quando volevi qualcosa, a differenza di Roxana che finivi per perdere le parole di fronte a quei occhi taglienti. Era sempre stato più morbido Cassis di Roxana, ma non abbastanza morbido da permetterti di fare un’affermazione così azzardata.

« Come mai questa richiesta improvvisa » trovavi più strano se non glielo avessi chiesto, ti eri sempre limitata a quelle storie, a quegli oggetti che potevano, nella tua immaginazione, eguagliare gli strumenti di un cavaliere, ma ora eri cresciuta e avevi bisogno di conoscere più cose, di sperimentare sulla tua pelle tutto quello che era considerata realtà. Ma loro non sembrano contenti, i loro sguardi vagavano per incrociarsi tra di loro e poi su di te, era naturale che fosse fuori discussione una cosa del genere, tu eri loro figlio, e un genitore protegge sempre il proprio figlio, anche se questo non comprendeva il motivo. Per questo te lo negarono. Allora eri talmente deluso, avevi sempre pensato che ti avrebbero supportato in ogni tua scelta, come avevano fatto quando ancora solo una bambina.

Però, era vero che non ricordavi mai di aver fatto alcuna scelta, tutte erano parole raffinate e confezionate dai due così che tu avresti accettato come tue, ma non te ne davi una reale colpa, eri un bambino, santo cielo, avresti mai potuto notare la differenza, solo ora avevi le facoltà mentali per farlo, e avevi anche quelle necessarie e aggirarli. Per questo ti sei seduta di nuovo al tuo posto , ti sei tranquillizzata al meglio che potevi, ringraziando almeno in parte le doti recitazione ereditate della tua adorata madre. Avresti agito in silenzio e con calma, non avevi ancora voglia di essere scoperta. 

Non era passato molto tempo prima che si accorgessero della tua assenza, la residenza diventava fin troppo silenziosa quando accadeva e come falene attratte dalla luce, Cassis e Roxana non poterono che cercare la tua presenza per la tenuta, avevano già sperimentato una atmosfera simile, di solito era un campanello d’allarme che gli indicava che ti era accaduto qualcosa e la maggior parte avrebbero indovinato, e le restanti volte avrebbero confezionato il loro volerti accanto, che non era per nulla falso, anzi, avrebbero preferito che tu ti avventurarsi per i loro uffici più tosto che all’esterno, avrebbero preferito tenerti tra le braccia quando eri troppo stanco per giocare a qualche battaglia immaginaria che avresti vinto mentre nella realtà stavi lentamente cadendo nell’oscurità. Ma forse erano stati ancora troppo indulgenti con te, le restrizione che avevano progettato erano state abbastanza quando eri ancora in cerca della loro attenzione ma ora eri cresciuta, ed eri anche scappata.

Non era stupiti, solo arrabbiati, avevi sempre avuto un certo caratterino, una miscela perfetta tra l’orgoglio e la giustizia dei Pedelian, e l’astuzia delle controparti Agriche. Già da tempo avevano iniziato a temere che fossi scappata, ma non avevano prove, sarebbe stato come non darti la giusta fiducia, ma ora era palese che avevano ragione. La loro preoccupazione era ridotta al solo pensiero che ti fossi ferita eccessivamente mentre ti riportavano a casa, che risulto abbastanza infondate, eri abbastanza scalciante intrappolata sulla spalla di Cassis, ciò vuol dire che hanno fatto il loro dovere. Le ore successive sarebbero state decise a seconda del tuo comportamento e dalla loro benevolenza.

Il loro lato iperprotettivo gli impedì per ovvie ragione di pensare a qualsiasi punizione che implicasse il danneggiarti eccessivamente, che fosse fisicamente o mentalmente, quindi perché non farti provare quella stessa sensazione che gli hai fatto provare quando eri fuggita lasciandoli soli. Per questo eri stata legata con robuste corde ad una sedia tutto fuorché comoda, i tuoi vestiti erano ridotti ad una leggera sotto veste, mentre i tuoi occhi erano stati coperti da una spessa benda per impenderti di vedere qualsiasi cosa, non che potessi vedere qualcosa, la stanza, se tolta la benda era completamente buia, lasciandoti quel senso di pressione che mai avevi provato, nemmeno quando i tuoi genitori ti rimproveravano. Ma quello che più di tutto era considerata una tortura era quel fottuto suono. Sembrava come una goccia d’acqua che cadeva per schiantarsi sul pavimento in pietra grigia, ripetutamente e all’infinito, eppure non sentivi la presenza di umidità nella stanza. All’inizio ti era sembrato gradevole e piacevole, almeno c’era qualcosa a farti compagnia, poi divenne insopportabile, niente cambiava, ti sembrava di ripetere sempre la stessa scena in terno senza che nulla cambiasse. Non sapevi esattamente che significato aveva questa punizione per loro e non avevi alcun interesse a scoprirlo, da chissà quanto tempo non mangiavi e volevi solo che tornasse, eri disposta a chiedergli scusa, a lasciarti andare in quello che loro avevano in mente, avresti persino sopportato quelle noiose lezioni di eticchetta, lo avresti fatto davvero.

Eri persa nei tuoi pensieri tanto che ti accorgi della loro presenza solo quando la mano di Roxanna, che improvvisamente ti sembrava così calda e accogliente, che ti toccava amorevolmente il volto. « M-mamma... P-papà... » Avresti potuto dire qualsiasi cosa per farti tirare fuori, o anche fare qualsiasi cosa, ma c’era ancora qualcosa, c’era ancora quella voglia di libertà che avevi dimenticato a causa dell’oscurità crescente intorno a te e bensì non lo dessi a vedere, era ancora lì ma loro lo avevano capito. Per questo il tocco sulla tua pelle sparì e la presenza, di colpo rassicurante, si allontanò dal tuo fianco.  

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