#gap moe

[erosiism]

GAP MOE | YANDERE DUKE X M!READER

prompt: in which the reader is isekai’d to a novel where he’s supposed to be cannon fodder, but his supposed murderous husband is sweet, doting, and loving. the worst case of gap moe.

character(s): duke (altair), you

warnings(s): none [except the chance that i might have used the term wrongly lol still an enjoyable read, i promise]

note(s): male reader, second person, present tense, not beta read, will probably have a part two

other(s): alternative title: help, i got transmigrated as cannon fodder and now i am the murderous duke’s husband | meaning of gap moe: affection born of inconsistency between different aspects of the character

So, you’ve been isekai’d to a novel. A novel where the Grand Duke is supposed to kill you. He hits every cliche: Altair Ornaria is red eyed, black haired, and he has the smoldering, sharp kind of beauty that you only see in Dukes. The Northern Duke, to be exact.

The situation isn’t looking good. As far as you know, you’ve been isekai’d into a novel called The Villianess’s Revenge, where you are a plot point. Canon fodder. Where you’re the background character who happens to die in an event that the main character will shine. And specifically: you’ll die by your husband’s hands.

You like to think that you could’ve avoided your fate, but it’s bad, because you woke up to wedding preparations—the first time you open your eyes in a foreign world, there’s a burst of chatter and activity in a luxurious room, and you see white everywhere. Memories of your past life whizz past you in a frantic blur and your head is still muddled: oh, right. You got hit by a truck. Memories of the novel follows, and you can only blink as you realize the stupid coincidence that you share the same name as the character you had possessed.

Your fate remains: you’re  getting married.

To the Grand Duke of…the Northern Kingdom.

Admittedly, you don’t know how to feel. There’s the obvious fear that you’ll be walking right to death’s door, but again, you don’t exactly die during the wedding. You only die months after that. So you don’t really need to worry about anything yet right? The Duke will be cold towards you, but it doesn’t matter: he’s a stranger to you, too, and you plan on kissing him for as little as you can.

 And, you think, it certainly didn’t help it that the Grand Duke is devastatingly handsome. You can see his looks working its spell on you—you can see yourself simpering, your eyes going wide eyed. You’re trying to steel yourself. You’re trying to make yourself immune to Altair’s beauty. 

Fast forward: you’re walking down the aisle, aghast at the sight of your weeping mother and your crying father who just look so proud of you. They seem like decent parents, which is…strange. So—

—Oh. The [Name] in the original story did have three lines of description. One, that he was a spoiled brat, pampered by his parents, and two, he has a fucking crush on the Grand Duke. Hence a strategic alliance placed confidently for [Name] to get his wish.

…Asshole, you think. The veil is covering your face and you’re dressed in a white suit adorned with flowers. You can feel your throat dry up, all the moistness leaving your lips and instead churning down your throat. You wrinkle your nose, before you try to swallow down profanities. The music behind you almost seems taunting.

You stop in front of the groom.

Standing there in all his resplendent glory is none other than your soon to be husband, whose face is unreadable. You can’t see him, only smudges and smears. After all, the veil is covering his face—but gloom settles in you.

He’s going to be disappointed, you think glumly. His face seems vaguely familiar, probably because you do know how he looks, tangentially, but your thoughts are a hot mess right now. You can’t find the power within you to place a finger on it: so instead of bothering over it, you stand in front of the Duke in trepidation.

The Duke slowly lifts up the veil — gently and slowly, and you can swear emotion flits across his face as he gazes at you. You blink owlishly at him, at a loss of words. This is their first time meeting, and you two are about to lock lips. Or perhaps lock lips is an exaggeration—it will be nothing but a useless peck. But thankfully, though indiscernible, his face not one of disappointment.

Almost..fond? You think, then there is belated horror: wait, what? 

You ignore that. And then when your thoughts subside, you realize how ridiculously hot he is. 

“[Name],” he whispers, Altair, the cold, heartless, murderer of a Duke whispers, and your breath catches in your throat. It’s not even the expression on his face that knocks the wind out of your chest: it’s the way he calls out your name. Carefully, like he’s savoring the taste of the name on his tongue, like deja vu. But then again, perhaps it helps that you have read this scene. And the scene, though very—different—is unfolding in front of your very eyes.

This is your murderer, you think, don’t look at his face, [Name]!

You start to lower your head meekly, but Altair tips your head back up.

“How,” there is a teasing tone to his voice—teasing, like this is so funny to him—“how, do you expect me to kiss you?”

Your jaw drops. Then it closes. You are well aware of the blush around your cheeks that has betrayed you. 

.

.

What?

.

.

Seriously, is he programmed wrong? Why is Altair OOC? You coined enough fanfiction terms to label everything wrong with this. There’s a proper term for this, but you can’t seem to remember it. You do notice the way that Altair glowers at everyone else, before his expression smoothens when he faces you.

You close your eyes to give out a sigh. You forget this is a marriage. So you forget what happens when you get married.

A kiss.

You startle when you feel lips—firm but soft at the same time, pressing against your own. It’s tender, sweet, loving, and you practically melt against it. When you break away, the taste of Altair’s—your husband’s lips still linger on your own.

This defies all the rumors about the Duke, who supposedly was a cold hearted bastard who killed his advisors for speaking out of turn. No, this man is tender and gentle, and his delicate touch is nothing short of sweet. 

Before you can retort, or before your lagging brain can even comprehend this—the guests burst into cheers. You just feel numb as Altair guides you slowly down the aisle, ready to board the carriage into the manor. Mansion. Whatever. Your new home.

Your…

Altair presses a kiss to your forehead before he whispers in your ear. “I cannot wait for our wedding night, Y/n.”

You freeze.

The term starts to arise in your head.

Gap Moe, you think, this is fucking gap moe.

likes/reblogs would be so appreciated! and so will comments :) don’t mind me haha im tryna figure tumblr’s algorithm out which might explain my varied content || this oneshot will probably have a part two or three because there’s actually a reason behind everything. I’ll see how this does first

[reashot]

The Duality of Ruby Rose

Ruby when she's at work:

Ruby when she's alone with Jaune:

[blackkatdraws2]

Think of two characters/OCs they remind you of and draw them to this comic... [make sure to @ me if you do, I wanna see (◕_◕ )]

They are my OCs! The old man is named Mr. Zhao and the girl is little Qin. They're family.

[ksketch731]

Is this... The infamous GAP MOE? 👀

Kidding aside, the duality of this man is definitely top tier😌

[avakkins-alter]

man I love Tsurugi

[wonderlandsakura]

The gap moe of sokka and zuko tho:

Sokka more buff but out of the two, he's more skilled in games of the mind, whereas Zuko is more skilled and experienced in a fight

Zuko look more calm and confident, but out of the two, he gremlin with anger issues on a hair trigger, whereas Sokka can keep his head better in a fight or confrontation

[anaphoraholic]

light yagami had sooo much gap moe potential but noooo he just had to choose mass murder instead

[shoujo-dump]

Kaoru Watashi ni Kiss wo shite.

[petrofagonicapocalypse]

They’re so kawaii playing airplanes and eating ice cream and in these moments I have to remember they’re also 6 ft tall Aussie men

[crescentcaribou]

yet another drawing from the october event! the theme this time was a double theme, in which I had to combine "toybox" with "eldrich abomination" ^^

[dollfaced-lunchboxx]

LOOK AT THIS FUCKING MAN!

My comrades, I fear I might not be able to stay free to play much longer......

[derpthingies]

shy/bashful clorinde

hoping clorinde has a gap moe honestly

[ririnring-kurokawa]

Who's the most gap moe Aishota character?

Few of the gap moes I know is Raion, Hayato and maybe Juurou, Kiichi

Raion is because how he treats Dorothy (ithink that's her name) and how's he spoil her a lot is so precioussss, different how he usually at stellarium

Hayato is the biggest gap moe because of his valentine story(s), like he's shown to be heartless for throwing away chocolates he got from school but he acts like a precious son at home?!?! His convo with his mom truly shows it

Juurou is definetly one because at the beginning he's like really stoic and cool but when he sees something he never seen he's like "That thing exists!?" It's cute tbh

I'm not sure about Kiichi because he has a different personality on stage? Which I never seen or more likely heard. But by his looks I definetly can see it for sure (he's basically just "mmm ice cream")

[skullchicken]

externally scary person being incredibly mushy when it comes to love internally will NEVER get old to me.

So please have a witch squeeing over a very cute grown man.

[trinketamber]

catgirl w an unquestionably regal air abt her but instantly falls for the laser pointer