#if I want to see this guy in a maid dress I have the power to make that a reality 🫡 I can draw anything

[commandertartarsmoocher]

In all seriousness:

I actually hope we'll never get more of Commander Tartar [besides fun lil references like stickers, decor etc] in the Splatoon series.

He served his purpose in the story and doesn't need a comeback.

RIP, my dearly beloved funny telephone that caused pure mayhem 😔🫶 you'll be dearly missed but never forgotten.

[nymphea0]

The Duke And His secret

Yan! Matthias x Reader

Oneshot Story.

Warnings : mentions of nudity, use of power, mention of sleeping pills, Bird corpse, some light mature content.

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Manhwa : 울어 봐, 빌어도 좋고.Cry, Even Better if You Beg. Cry, Even if You Pray.

Author & Ilustration : Solche & Van J.

Word Count : 3.25K word.

Hi Neva again... i didn't post any story a few days ago, mybe? i always forget that i have a tumblr TvT... hope you all are doing well and having a nice day, i never expected my last story character manhwa Ishakan will be liked so much, i'm glad you all like my story, mybe after this story i will update Ishakan's story soon.

Well, for your information. Solche, the author who made Cry, Even Better if You Beg. Has 3 other stories too!, Solche has a style of writing stories in dark romance but realistic version? I'm not so sure. And all the stories, every ML character is a complex character in each of the 3 stories, Matthias is the darkest black character among them all, He is the definition of Black Fleg, not a red flag, but black!, I wonder if you all like it if I write this character again? Like Bastian and Bjorn?.

might have some bad grammars, correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote. Anyways i hope you all enjoys my first oneshot story,love.- Neva🦋🦋

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Birds chirp throughout the Arvis paradise forest, so green and beautiful, so fertile and very pleasing to the eye to see every corner.

But the beauty must be broken by the loud sound of the nobles' annual hunting rifles in the Arvis region.

The sound of horse hooves and the barking of hunting dogs accompany every corner of the Arvis paradise forest.

Three pairs of teenagers are running along the outskirts of the road that is indeed not passed by the nobles.

Layla Llewellyn, Kyle Etman, and you.

Each of you holds a small shovel to bury every bird carcass from the nobles' hunt that lies pitifully along the hunting path.

"They're crazy! How could they be so relaxed hunting such beautiful animals!" Again, it will always be like this, where Layla will complain and cry, and Kyle will calm her down, while you, well you just sigh and dirty your dress.

Lyla is the niece of the gardener of the Arvis residence, Kyle is the son of a doctor, while you, you are just the daughter of an Earl from an empire quite far from the Berg empire.

Your soft and smooth white dress is now dirty from the dirt from the action of burying the bird's corpse, while Kyle is busy calming the crying Lyla.

While you are busy digging the ground you feel someone watching you, slowly raising your head, looking straight there your Amethyst eyes collide with sky-blue eyes, the eyes of the young duke of Arvis, Matthias Von Herhardt, Arvis's perfect work from the Berg empire, a skilled hunter, the , Lyla's natural enemy who loves birds.

There he is, on his horse, still fully dressed for hunting, tall, handsome and masculine, no wonder all the women in Berg want to marry him.

That's what's in your mind, you just stare at him for a moment then go back to burying the bodies of these poor birds.

"Come on Lyla, there's no point in crying, let's bury them properly"

Kyle's voice was very loud but gentle when calming Lyla who was busy crying

In the end you spent the afternoon together burying the carcasses of birds from the nobles' annual hunt.

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Walking in your now dirty white dress, it was certain that the maids and especially your mother would scold you.

Lyla she just looked at you and smiled guiltily with Kyle beside her who also looked at you guiltily.

"Well, you guys should take me to hidden places in this Arvis forest, as payment for me burying all the bird corpses" Kyle and Lyla spoke softly excitedly, especially Lyla who hugged you tightly.

"Of course!! We will definitely take you to a place you've never seen!"

Look at these two cinnamon rolls, they are so cute!.

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You still remember when you first arrived in the Berg Empire, the Arvis region, your mother's hometown. Your father is an Earl who fell in love with your mother, the daughter of a Baron from Arvis, they met at the annual event of nobles from all over the world held in the Berg Empire.

From their love you came, your father loves and cares for you very much, you inherited your mother's soft and beautiful face, while the rest, like snow-white hair, and your Amethyst Eyes you got from your father.

The combination of your father and mother, this is also what makes your grandmother and grandfather spoil and love you very much, they are like seeing your father but the female version.

In addition to the fact that your father loves your mother and you very much, your father made a small agenda that every 2 years you, your mother, and your father, will visit the Berg Empire, your mother's hometown Arvis.

The baron's residence is very different from the earl's residence where you live, if the Earl's residence is full of white buildings that have intricate carvings and statues that you will wonder which is the main residence, then the Baron's residence is only a 2-story building that is not so big with a fairly large yard.

Well, whatever it is, home is home.

That was when you first met Lyla and Kayle, at that time you were still 11 years old, and now you are 14 years old.

This is the second time you have visited your mother's hometown. For you, Arvis is beautiful, especially the forest, but your instincts say that behind the beauty there must always be ugliness that is hidden tightly, but you don't know what the ugliness is.

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After separating from Lyla and Kyle, you were scolded by your mother to the fullest. That is a sign that your mother loves you very much.

While your father just laughed out loud seeing your condition.

"Well, I thought our stray kitten likes to explore Tera, look at her hair, Hahaha" laughing out loud until he almost spilled the coffee in his hand.

"Don't defend her Vincent! This could become a habit!"

Finally you and your father knelt down with your mother holding a broom standing upright scolding the two of you who were behaving immaturely and childishly. The baron's residence is as comfortable as Arvis' heaven and the servants greatly adore your harmonious family atmosphere which is very different from other nobles.

Your father's name is Vincent Zeredith Von Alvern. A noble from an empire quite far from the Berg Empire.

Your mother's name is Teresa Von Adelaide.

Your father is a noble with the title of earl of the Alvern Territory.

And your mother is the daughter of a baron from the Berg Empire, the Arvis Territory, the Adelaide Baron family.

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The afternoon where this is your second day in Arvis, you visit the Berg Empire, Meet the emperor and empress.

After visiting your father and mother let you go exploring within a period of only the Arvis forest and nothing more.

Running excitedly, the lilac dress that fits your body moves gently in the wind, Your snow-white hair moves gently as you run, you wait at the usual place where Lyla and Kyle and you chatted 2 years ago, at a large tree, a willow tree.

You stood under a willow tree looking around the beautiful Arvis Lake, butterflies flying around you, various colors.

You sat looking at Arvis Lake while waiting for Lyla and Kyle to come.

Unfortunately you did not know and did not realize that, at Arvis Lake, someone had been watching you closely.

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Matthias as usual at the age of 17, did his noble routine as a duke of Arvis and.

That afternoon was very hot, naked, Matthias swam around Arvis Lake in the Annex, a private place that not many people visited, while swimming, Matthias saw the willow tree that Layla usually sat on, the same tree where he caught Layla accidentally seeing him swimming naked.

For Matthias Layla was just an ordinary girl, a girl who went through a normal life path in Arvis.

expert layla what matthias saw was you, busy laughing softly playing with the butterflies around you, your long and soft white hair for matthias was like snow in spring.

If lyla is the sun and a little bird, then you are snow and a kitten.

Matthias already knows you even if you don't know him.

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Imperial palace berg

Matthias, 11 years old.

With his mother Elysee von herhardt, and his grandmother Norma Catharina Von herhardt, chatting with various nobles from all over the empire.

Looking around matthias' eyes accidentally saw the other side of the room where he saw a girl who he thought was 8 years old.

A petite body, a soft and smooth blue dress, the type of noble child in general, but that white hair, for matthias it was like the white color of snow.

Time passed quite a long time, but the main event was not over yet, bored looking around and only chatting with the old noble. Matthias excused himself to go to the imperial garden.

Tak

Tak

Tak

The sound of his leather shoes with quite sharp heels made quite a loud noise in the middle of his journey to the garden.

Upon arriving at the garden, Matthias saw the girl again, the same girl he saw at the imperial party.

There the girl stood in the middle of the rose garden, busy looking at the roses that were as red as blood, a stark contrast to her snow-white hair.

Whether he realized it or not, little Matthias was already by the side of the girl who stole his attention.

"Do you like roses?"

In Matthias' entire life, it had never occurred to him to start a conversation first, but here he was, talking to a girl who he estimated was not that far from him.

The white-haired girl turned around and looked at Matthias in confusion.

Bright amethyst eyes met sky-blue eyes. Purple and blue.

Matthias in his life he had never seen someone with amethyst eyes like the girl in front of him.

Usually the colors he saw were hazel, gray, yellow, blue, dark blue, and green, but purple... that was something new.

The snow-haired girl answered.

"I like it, why ask?"

Matthias was not sure but as if his mouth moved on its own and answered.

"I also like roses just like you"

That night. Matthias never asked the name of the snow-haired girl with purple Amethyst eyes.

Neither his mother nor grandmother knew that he met a girl who was not much different from him, at the annual noble event in the corner of the world.

For Matthias the snow-white-haired girl with purple amethyst eyes was his secret, his little secret that he didn't want people to know.

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Matthias swam in the Arvis lake, annex, staring at you who was busy looking at butterflies, not realizing that someone was staring at you.

He saw you 2 days ago, with the doctor's son and the gardener's nephew, for Matthias Kyle is a volatile teenager, Layla is an ordinary girl and you, for Matthias you are noble lady who befriends a commoner? Clearly that is a deviation from social life of aristocrat.

A deviant noblewoman who hangs out with commoners.

Busy burying the carcasses of birds hunted by nobles and himself.

For Matthias, Layla is a girl who likes to cry, is troublesome and goes the wrong way.

And you for Matthias are a deviant noble lady, who really likes to dirty your dress, you look like a cat who is not aware of being covered in mud all over her body.

Chuckling softly, how could he forget you. you, the same girl he met 6 years ago, his little secret.

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That afternoon you were busy playing with Lyla and Kayle, walking slowly along the Arvis forest path or people call it Arvis heaven.

Busy staring at the wild flowers and you saw a wild rose bush, with white and pink colors that clashed. Once again you ruined your dress, well anyway the roses were beautiful and you didn't expect a white stray kitten to be caught there.

Feeling pity and sympathy you knelt down which made your dress that was already torn by the thorns of the wild bushes become even more damaged by the dirt of the ground, slowly releasing the white kitten. which was caught between the tendrils of wild grass you didn't even realize that your chain bracelet with amethyst diamonds was caught there, fortunately there were no wounds on the cute cat, you put the kitten gently on the ground.

The white kitten was busy licking its tiny feet, you had to restrain yourself from squeezing and kissing the kitten affectionately.

You were busy admiring the white kitten until you didn't realize a horse neighing sound was right not far behind you, you turned around slowly, there you saw, the young duke Arvis in his hunting suit, you saw him holding his rifle, the rifle was pointing right in the middle of the position, between you and the white kitten.

You felt that this young duke wanted to hunt the kitten, quickly you stood up and in a position to block the duke's rifle

"Don't! Duke do you also hunt a cats?! Aren't birds enough for you?"

Looking annoyed at the duke arvis who had now gotten off his horse.

Walking slowly the young duke arvis stopped in front of you, he was tall, sturdy and fit, the body type of a trained soldier.

You were only as tall as his chest, amethyst and blue eyes collided with each other.

"Duke? Do you know who I am?" A soft and deep voice came from the duke in front of you.

"Who doesn't know the duke, the perfect work of god from the arvis region, the young duke herhardt, Matthias Von Herhardt"

You answered casually which was answered by a chuckle from him.

You almost wanted to slap his face, you didn't know why but you didn't like the way he chuckled! Just almost.

"You know me, but I don't know you, why don't you introduce yourself to me?" Matthias' soft but deep baritone voice spoke to you.

You introduced yourself to him.

"Which family are you from?" Matthias asked you again.

"Alvern, Roshanette Empire, Alvern Territory"

Answering casually because you don't want to be familiar with this man!.

Silence fell on the two people, the man was busy staring at the woman, while the woman was busy staring at the kitten that was right under his left foot.

Because you didn't want to linger there with the young duke Arvis, you gently picked up the kitten.

"Nice to meet you, Duke, have a nice day"

Then you went to take the kitten away from him.

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Matthias he was still standing there staring at the place where you were standing in front of him.

You were so small, so fragile, Matthias was sure that if he touched an inch of your hand, maybe you would be crushed in his grip.

When he was about to return to his horse, Matthias' eyes accidentally caught the soft gleam of the wild grass tendrils.

Walking slowly towards the weeds, crouching down and there Matthias saw, the diamond chain bracelet that had an amethyst color was caught around the weeds.

Grinning slowly, Matthias took the bracelet, even when the bracelet was in his hand, it was very small, Matthias measured the hole of the bracelet on his finger, and it only fit 3 fingers.

Chuckling softly Matthias returned to his horse while carrying the item he took happily and he was not sure whether to return it or not.

Unfortunately for Matthias that was the last time you and him met.

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7 years, 7 years Matthias has not seen you, he still keeps your bracelet that he stole secretly take and never returned to you.

For 7 long years, he had to go through 2 years of war, a time when he pretended to be engaged to his distant cousin, Claudine, many rumors fell on him saying that he was playing behind his back with Lyla, the gardener's niece just because Matthias liked to make her cry like accidentally throwing her hat to the lake and almost drowned.

Or hunted migratory animals just to say the sentence that Layla was just an ordinary girl and to make layla know her place .

His engagement with Claudine ended in failure because Claudine loved Rittie, her other distant cousin.

And the engagement between Layla and Kyle, 2 unstable teenagers who were strange in Matthias' eyes.

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That night Matthias, his grandmother and his mother ate quietly, only the sound of spoons and forks could be heard

"Matthias, how long will you continue to reject proposals from several noble families?"

Elysee his mother looked at Matthias with tired eyes.

While his grandmother just chuckled softly.

"Are you really with that garden girl ?!"

Elysee stared at Matthias' eyes uneasy.

Matthias he just ate and drank quietly he didn't even answer his mother's question.

"Matthias Von Herhardt! Answer your mother!." Staring fiercely at Matthias, her only child, Elysee, gripped the fork and knife tightly in her hands.

"Mother, even flies will be attracted to dirt rather than rumors of nobles"

Matthias spoke with an authoritative language, if traced, Matthias said that did his mother prefer to hear rumors of nobles that were not true?

Before Elysee had time to speak, Matthias said again.

"1 month, give me 1 month, and I will bring a wife, mother"

After saying that, Matthias left the dining room.

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You, 21 years old, very young and beautiful, you are currently at the age where noble ladies get married.

But instead of getting married, your parents asked you to focus on studying and pursuing your dreams, make yourself happy and have fun.

You are studying medicine, mental health and psychology.

You are currently in the Berg Empire, after 7 years of never returning.

Unlike 7 years ago where you were with your parents, this time you were alone, considering you were old enough.

You visited only for a moment, to see Kyle and Lyla who were getting married.

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Currently you were at the baron's residence of your mother's family, even though your grandparents had passed away, the baron's residence was still well maintained.

You spent the remaining 2 days shopping and helping Layla.

The 3rd day, you spent your time in the Arvis forest alone.

Staring around the forest that you passed through 7 years ago with Kyle and Layla, you didn't expect that now they would be getting married.

You stared at a flock of birds flying, until you felt a cold metal object pressing against the back of your head.

Turning slowly, exactly about 3 feet away, stood the duke of Arvis, Matthias von Herhardt! The man you least wanted to meet!

Matthias stood in all his glory pointing his hunting rifle at you.

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Matthias thinks you are too much, leaving without saying goodbye and then coming so suddenly, how can he be calm when his heart beats so fast just by muttering your name, just by seeing you breathe.

You haven't changed at all, for Matthias you are still the white-haired girl, the noble lady who got into the hang out with commoners, and the noble lady who is like a stray cat who likes to dirty her dress with dirt and mud.

"Duke, do you intend to kill me?"

Asking Matthias carefully.

Instead of lowering his muzzle, Matthias chuckled and said

"Why is that? Are you afraid of me?"

You looked at Matthias in disgust.

"Everyone would be afraid if a stranger suddenly pointed a gun at their head"

Again, Matthias only answered with a laugh that seemed to be mocking you.

"Well, it's not wrong"

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Unfortunately, that afternoon you spent being forced to accompany Matthias hunting! He used his authority, saying that you were in his territory, and someone who was not from this territory had to obey the orders of the one who held the highest position.

You felt like slapping, hitting, and swearing at the man sitting on his horse! As for you?! You were walking holding his rifle that you were sure weighed almost 4 kg!

This duke is crazy! He must be the incarnation of the devil!

"Lady, are you cursing me?" Matthias grinned slightly, looking down at where you were walking while holding his rifle.

"I'm not the duke, why should I even do that?"

Answering half-truthfully. You almost rolled your eyes in annoyance!

Matthias he just grinned slightly looking at you, it was very clear to him that you were cursing him, it was very entertaining for him, your expression really wanted to make him bite your cheek in annoyance. He had to be patient, just a little longer, and you would be his.

That afternoon you spent your time reluctantly becoming Matthias' assistant.

You are only 5 days in the Berg Empire after that you will return to the Roshanette Empire, Alvern region.

Unfortunately for you it seems like it was just a dream for you.

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You don't know what what happened to you, after becoming Matthias's hunting rifle assistant that afternoon, right when Matthias was taking you back to Baron Adelaide's residence.

You felt like your head was hit by a very hard object, before you even had time to be inside the residence, you only saw darkness and a warm arm hugging you.

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The Annex, another residence in the main area of ​​the Herhardt residence, was Matthias's main house, Matthias's main residence as a duke and where he relaxed and was himself. Surrounded by the clear Arvis lake which was connected by a pier that was integrated with his residence in the Annex.

Slowly smoking a tobacco cigarette, Matthias stared at you there, his little secret, sleeping soundly in his bed.

Matthias knew this was wrong, but he couldn't help himself, he had held himself back enough, looking around the room, which was currently very messy, furniture was destroyed, clothes were scattered, and the bed was very messy.

Matthias has claimed you as his, maybe you will hate him, but Matthias doesn't care, it took him 7 years to realize that he loves you, love? Matthias wanted to laugh so much, in his entire life, he never thought he could fall in love and feel love.

Slowly extinguishing his cigarette, Matthias walked towards the bed, opening your legs a little, that's where Matthias saw the remaining traces of your love activities left behind.

Chuckling softly, Matthias looked at you, your eyes were swollen from crying, even though you were on sleeping pills, you were still able to refuse him.

Looking at your ring finger which now has a diamond ring embedded in it.

Tomorrow Matthias will marry you, make you Duchess Herhardt and tell your parents in the Roshanette Empire, that their child is married.

Matthias only needs 1 week to find a wife, which is you, and 1 month is a phrase that Matthias plays with and gives to his mother as another form of sentence, namely

"In 1 month I will give you a grandson and bring a wife , so be patient mother, soon you will have daughter in law and became a grandma".

Matthias has got you, his, his life, his woman, his wife, the mother of his children, his little secret.

Even if you try to run away from him, Matthias will lock you away from the outside world, whatever it is you are his.

Kissing your forehead softly, Matthias looks at you with love, passion and a deep sense of possessiveness and obsession.

You are his little secret, his secret that he really doesn't want anyone else to see, hear or interact with. Because you are his.

His secret, his little secret.

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Your Knight

-screaming in writing nov- 4k omg we going guys! Anyway here is a fic based on @/jackthepeeper's amazing art of richard ft his other form -feral sounds- LETS GOOOOOO

art links: one, two, three, final (nsft)

Edit Rating: Explicit | Warning: fauxcest (ty anon and sorry about tht), monster x human, power bottom!reader

“Good morning, Your Highness,” Richard greets you with a bow as you walk down the stairs in your night robe and yawn. “Rest well?”

You raise an eyebrow at him as he knows you slept late because of him. He and his insatiable needs that left you touching yourself in your room, the wall is the cruelest barrier between him and you. He has taken to sneaking his way over from his balcony to yours, an experienced jump over a small distance and he is on your balcony, the glass door slightly ajar for him.

Every night, Richard slips into his princess' room to be in her bed, to have you gripping the sheets and biting into your pillow so you do not make a sound— The servants know the unruly adopted children of the Sterlings are not so sibling-like. They have never been since Richard Sterling became part of this family.

Your daily recording of your days with your brother, as they told you to address the stranger, is written in your diary. Each strange thing you noticed was documented, you kept a close eye on him.

“Good morning, dear brother.” Waving him away once you reached the bottom of the stairs, “Are mother and father home?” Another yawn and this time you followed it up with a stretch. Richard's eyes go from head to toe taking in your body, the slight bounce of your breasts as you relax and groan in minor discomfort.

“No, they left for a holiday an hour ago.” He leans on the stair banister, “France this time, sister” A growing mischievous smirk on his pretty lips.

“Figures.” You shrug, “A bit of trouble and they go into hiding and leave us.” This is not the first time they left to let things simmer down but in doing so as you both got older, responsibilities fell onto you— Well, Richard as he is the boy here, but you do the work as you know well how to talk down the investors and gossiping ladies. “Must be bad if they are going to France…” Thinking out loud as you fold your arms over your chest and your finger tapping your chin.

“Fret not, princess!” Going over to you and taking your hand, “Let us use it as time for us to enjoy our freedom.” Kissing your knuckles.

You sigh, “I suppose that is all we can do.” Going to pull your hand away but he pulls you into his arms causing you to gasp as you nearly trip onto him. “Richard!” About to scold him for his actions.

“I smell us on you.” His nose is buried in the crook of your neck.

“Of course you do, your damn cum was still dripping down my legs this morning!” Whispering your words for maids and butlers not to overhear an intimate conversation. “Don't you be proud of yourself! I told you not to cum inside of me.”

“My deepest apologies,” You cover your mouth as he backs you against a wall, “Shall I clean my mess?” His hand tugged on the silk string of your robe.

You do not get a chance to speak as you push him off when one of the maids comes out of the door beside the wall, a cart of cleaning supplies before she can see what you both are doing. “Make sure you have a copy of our father's scheduled clients ready by brunch, brother.”

Oh, you are very cross with him if you are using that annoying title that holds no weight between you both.

It is a joke! This game of playing house when you both are not close nor related.

You look nothing like your adopted parents, a stolen child because they wanted a cute little girl to dress up.

Richard, who does favor their late son, though the mismatched eyes are different.

A fucked up family, you hate them yet you love Richard. He protects you… He is true to his oath to you as your knight.

A shapeshifter, from what the book said about them, usually are witches or limited to only turning into creatures. Yet, here is Richard posing as a replacement. You have long since given up trying to get rid of him as you feared he would eat your parents— He will when the time is right— But you have your hatred. Hatred for being stolen away, for your kidnappers to force your real parents to never send you letters, and for having Richard at first keep you on a leash with him.

You walk to the dining room as you are in a foul mood, there is work to be done, and Richard needs to focus on other responsibilities and not being at your feet like a dog. However, you do find comfort in his changed desire for you after he shows you how beneficial it is to be his princess. You are unsure where that idea came from but he was right… The clever creature knew you were smart enough to do your research on him, close to finding a way to kill him, you were doing it for yourself in fear.

The first order of the day is breakfast, return to your room to bathe last night you properly, get dressed in something comfortable and nice for outside brunch treats and then see about taking a nap before evening tea.

The first and second day you allow yourself a chance to relax, the quietness of the house a comfort… And Richard not having to sneak his way into your room is a bonus.

When you are in a very foul mood, you have Richard take you to your kidnappers’ bed for long hours as a twisted form of retaliation (he is all too pleased to give you a long night of heavy passion). Of course, the butler cleans the sheets after.

Breakfast is light, mostly fruits and freshly baked bread with butter.

Next, take a bath and you drag it out until your fingers are nearly pruned. Richard, damn him, the bite marks are not noticeable but there are so many! His fascination with your breasts and thighs was getting the worst of it.

Next, you go through your closet.

A blue dress? No. Pink? No, the season is fall. Oh, red is lovely. No, you aren't in the mood to look too fancy. Your eyes then drift to another dress you touch with great care. Richard bought you this after posing as you to see your parents in secret. Mother, your real mother, picked this out for you. Richard had bought it without your mother knowing the money she gave him wasn't enough. The money was used to pay off the debt at the local store that was kind enough to let your parents use credit, they always paid as much as possible at the end of the month before the next month's rent.

This is a dress you find pretty and you will wear it when the Sterlings fall at your feet.

You choose the blue dress.

The gardens are well known to you for three reasons.

Tea time, hiding, and now Richard.

Looking at him while reading some of the paperwork he found left behind by the shared father. There are two sets of schedules he keeps, one for public clients and one for private clients.

Private clients’ schedule list was taken with him to France meaning business will go on as usual but not in England. So it seems the holiday is a business trip.

Your eyes are taking in the sight of your knight's body, the style of clothing he has not changed much from during the shared childhood here.

You try not to think about how many childhoods this creature has had over the years of its life, shapeshifters are an odd bunch with little information about them due to being masters of deception.

“Do you truly love me, knight?” You had not meant to say it out loud while leaning your arm on the table and using your hand to hold your face up, “Will you not eat me when the time comes to move on?” Your eyes are not on his face, you rather listen to lies of comfort right now.

“Of course, not, princess.” You wonder if he truly can experience love or grief, maybe he mimics it like he does with faces. “I am bound by my oath to you, I will protect and adore you, your highness.”

You hum as your other hand traces the rim of your teacup with mild interest, “Would you kill for me?”

“Yes, of course, I will.” No hesitation as he has killed for you in order to keep you safe, he will not fail you. Such loyalty, fierce and unwavering, has you question him; nothing in life is free.

“Hmm,” Looking out to the garden, a quiet morning with singing birds and the warm glow of the sun, and the beautiful creature who dares to appear concerned for you. “Richard.”

“Yes, my princess?”

“Strip for me.”

That must have eased him as he moved from standing by your side to sitting on the chair to have your view of the bushes cut off by him.

“Shall I give you a show, my princess?”

You look at him with a coy smile, “Of course. Slowly.”

He has done this before, and many times this has caught your attention. First opening his legs to give a full view of what you soon will be revealed, oh you know well what is underneath those clothes— You bite down on the corner of your lips as he removes his vest placing it on the clear side of the table. Smoothly with practiced skill, he slips out of the chair posing playfully as a gentle breeze blows the petals of flowers past him.

You can't help but laugh at how dramatic that looked.

Next, he unbuttons his shirt, eyes locked on you, he leaves it open as he slips off the sash, the sound fabric slipping off and you lean back in the chair as he tosses it to you and you catch it.

When he sits back down with a smirk on his face as sees you shift in your seat, next are his trousers and calf-high boots. His bare hand slides up his chest as he lets out an exaggerated moan, “Princess, shall I take you here?” When he stands leaning on the table to let his shirt slip off his shoulder, you reach out your hand for him to take and kiss the back of your hand. You grin as you get up and walk around the small tea table over to him, he stands at attention, “Shirt.”

Letting go of your hand, he turns around and one sleeve falls off his arm then another, Richard looking behind him when your hand touches the center of his back. “Princess.”

“Now you are going to be a good knight and go to my room,” Kissing his shoulder, “You are to be ready for me once I finish my tea.”

“Like this?”

“Just like this,” Your hand slid down his back then around to cup his hardening cock, “That is my order,” You want him to suffer a little, “Sir Richard.” Your other hand takes his shirt out of his hands as he shivers in delight.

“As you wish, Your Highness.” This is all part of the game.

You release him after giving him a good squeeze on his cock, the breathy moan of your name has you grinning. You are enjoying watching him walk away, he will have to find a creative way to get to your room without the servants finding him.

Then your expression goes neutral, “Agatha,” The old woman appears from behind the rose bushes.

“Yes, miss?” Agatha is the only maid, the head maid, you trust. She would help you sneak out to see your family before Richard came along. She is an old woman, who used to be a wet nurse too for the original children of the Sterlings before they went missing (a secret they were murdered).

You touch your heart, “I fear you were right about my heart.”

“Love is a powerful force, miss.” She says, “Shapeshifters are masters of drawing all types of emotions from us. It is in their nature.” The old woman had been the one to guard you as best she could from the strange man. Listening to you ramble about his behaviors and connecting him to the creature you read about from a book you bought from an oddities shop.

The truth did not get you killed, the truth got you loyalty in a house of wolves

“Did you find… What we discussed?”

“Yes, as well as I found a way to make it tasteless.”

“Good,” You sigh with a small smile on your face, “He will be my end, his hunger will kill me but my love for him will haunt him.” Looking up at your balcony, “Forever until death brings him to me.”

Agatha nods, “I pray your heart captures his before this happens, miss.”

You chuckle, “Of course.” Taking the teacup to finish it, “My thanks, Agatha. Please, take the day off if you wish.”

She bows as you gather Richard’s belongings and go inside to meet him in your room.

Though you do not enter your room immediately, you listen to him touching himself for a good minute or five through the door. Giddy as he sounds desperate for you.

The creek of your door opening didn't stop him from touching his cock, nor did the sound of his clothes dropping to the floor stop him from saying your name, but he did stop to watch you remove your dress.

Only your dress.

Oh, the gem he found in this place is dazzling. What fools they are to always leave him alone with you, it is their fault the precious daughter found love in her brother. Richard is going to laugh in their faces when he devours them!

The consequences they reap are a product of their foolishness and greed, parents are so easy to manipulate to care for the parasite they willingly adopted.

Richard is quite happy here as he found his golden ticket, he enjoyed being given a life of luxury before killing his adopted parents. Richard, the current name he is using, found shaping himself to appear similar to a missing or dead child of a family, getting him targets faster.

He is enjoying the benefits of riches until they run out, then he will destroy everything to cover his tracks before starting all over again. A perfect cycle.

“Come now, princess,” His plan however has a minor complication, though he likes surprises, “Enough teasing,” There is always the chance of a clever human seeing past his facade, “Making your knight strip all the way…” On the bed on full display for his princess to see. This is your bedroom, your sanctuary, he knows this room like the back of his hand. “It's your turn.” Begging to be granted the affection of one moral he found himself attached to.

Crawling on the bed has him twitching, you are so beautiful and deadly as a lioness.

You shake your head, “Not yet,” Kissing his cheek, “I want you to show me your devotion.” Your hand wanders his defined chest. “Do this for your princess.”

He groans as the hand on his already hard, pre cum dripping, cock starts moving at a slow pace. He wraps his arm around you as you push him against the headboards of your bed, a sharp intake of air when you bite his nipple before licking it to soothe it.

“How cruel you are, my— Agh!” You stop him mid-sentence by biting his neck, a good hard bite on the spot that makes him feel claimed. “Princess.”

“Richard, faster. Move your hand the way I do.”

“But,” If he does then he won't last long and he rather cum within the princess of his desire, “Please.” Richard knows he can simply talk his way between your legs, taste you until your mind is fuzzy, and then give you his cock. To live the fantasy of breeding a human to make more like him, to keep you forever in this fairytale illusion; you are his to keep like a dragon with his hoard.

“Is my knight denying me what I desire of him,” Words whispered into his ear, “Is my order too much for him?” Your hand goes down his naval, fingers brushing against his tamed bush of hair, his cock twitching as your fingers slide over his fingers and cock.

“N-not ah all! An-Anything you wish of me is ah yours.” Long ago he would not give you this power over him, his vice of control demanded you to behave how he saw a princess. As time went on, he found you far more willing to betray your adopted parents (both parents could not have more children and they wanted a daughter); where he enjoyed the caged benefits, you wanted freedom from those who stole you from your parents.

“Good boy.” Licking the shell of his ear before biting it, “You are so beautiful.” You moan, “Part your legs a bit wider.” He nods as he loses himself to the very drug he used on you, lust. You hush his whine when your hand moves away, then he groans when you sit on his thigh so he can feel how wet you are, “Richard.” Moaning his name as you rock your hips to grind yourself on his thigh. His eyes lock onto the sight of you, the underlings are damningly blocking his view yet adds to the scene. Your breasts bubbling over the corset you are wearing, your petticoat skirt spread out over his leg, your hands on his shoulders as leverage.

“(Name),” He wants to rip everything off of you and sink himself deep within your quim already! “Princess, please.”

“Not yet,” You say between moans, “Let me see you fall apart.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, the hand around your waist grabs your ass through the underskirt, his growling as you kiss him. You open your mouth allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

The shared taste of sweets from brunch is because your knight can never say no to an opportunity to make you smile.

Anything for his princess.

His hand goes behind your head, fingers in your hair before a sharp grip, he always wants more, always more— Devour you whole so you may never part from him. You try pushing him back to breathe but he is relentless in kissing you. Richard only pulls away to bury his face in your breast as he cums all over his hand and stomach. The tremble of his body, sharp rip of fabric as the hand on your ass grows out his claws, you hiss as his fangs bite into the top of one of your breasts; you pump his cock as he tried to stop himself from cumming too much by squeezing the base of his cock.

“Stop,” Growling his want, “I need to—”

“What you need to do is please your princess.” So close, you want to cum but you need him to stop holding back. Sharp gold and red eyes look up at you, you know he is fighting to retain his visual of Richard Sterling.

“Richard!” Pinning you down on the bed with your petticoat torn off and tossed away, “Ah!” Diving between your legs not caring as you pull his hair trying to gain your control back. Instead, your hands go to your pillow and sheets as he returns the favor with his tongue.

Longer, you can feel it deep with your cunt— He is losing his shape all because of you. There is pride in that.

Your thighs squeeze against your chest, feet curved and toes curling in your shoes, you cannot keep your voice down, “Richard, Richard, Richard!” Chanting his name over and over, your hair ruined from how much you have been tossing and turning.

Richard grins when he tastes your essence spill into his awaiting mouth, drinking you as if you are made of ambrosia, consuming you until you are whimpering his name. He is out of breath, “Allow me to be inside of you once more.” Sitting up as he keeps your legs pinned down thus you as well.

You nod your head quickly.

“Say it, confess it.”

“Richard,” You are a mess, a mess in love with this monster. His eyes are still mismatched with one is gold and the other red, his hair white with the tips red like fire, his skin paler, and you want him to consume you so you never part from him. “Take me, I need you, my beloved knight.”

And he does.

The shared moan of his cock sinking into your hot cunt, the way you have become home to him. You feel complete, he is your missing half the Gods divided and had you seek out. Romantically you both believe your hearts are in sync in this moment before the high of lust demands movements.

“I love you!” Said midst of you cumming as Richard is merciless, he let himself be consumed by desire, “Richard, more!” It will never be enough, you will never have enough of him, and that should make you hate the monster. 

A monster you can see the beauty of as your hands hold his shoulders, where some of his red scales are exposed. You have seen them a handful of times, mostly when he was shedding, you find them pretty like rubies.

“I love you, (Name).” The cruelest poison, it is as thick and sweet as honey, you swallow it without a second thought. Yet, the creature means it— Repeats it over and over as he changes positions to you lying on your side. One leg on the bed bent towards your chest and the other over his shoulder. One hand is on your leg while the other is rubbing your sensitive clit.

Both cumming again.

“My princess,” He groans as the position is changed again to you on all fours, hands gripping the top of your headboard, his hands on your waist as he fucks you from behind, “Just a bit more, hold on for me.” He isn't done yet as his stamina is a blessing and a curse in these moments.

The next position is one you begged for, the scene outside changing as the sun is now high in the sky, you do not want to stop. You want to keep going to forget everything painful and just stay in the illusion Richard created, be only the princess and her faithful knight.

“Richard, cum, please!” You are on his lap as he holds you, his mouth on your chest and hands on your ass to help you bounce on his cock. “I need it,” Drunk on sex makes it easier to expose parts of your yearning heart, “I want your bastard,” Sobbing as you are so close again, “You can't leave me. I won't let you.”

Richard stops you moving and pulls back to see his weeping princess, glowing from sex and her heart bare for him to see, “I will never abandon you.” He is serious as his hands touch your face as you choke out whimpers and shake your head, “My sweet princess.” Kissing your tears away, tears because though he can cum inside of you as many times as he wishes… Shapeshifters can't impregnate a human.

“I love you.” You want to believe him, he wants you to believe him.

“Show me,” Glossy eyes on his face, “Show me everything you are.” The highest form of trust to show the monster she once feared and now loves, a monster you have in your bed every night. Richard lays you down as he pulls out of you, kissing your hand as he wants you to see him completely. You place your hands over your stomach, your overused cunt leaking out the generous amount of cum he released inside of you, your eyes locked on him as sheds the final part of his false approach.

The face and body remain the same as he modeled himself into the persona of the dead son of the Sterlings, but you can see the differences between the creature and pictures of the dead son (the few that remain untouched by the knight). The decorative scales on his arms and parts of his chest, a tail that wraps your chest, and when he takes your hand to feel his cock— The barbs are different and you know it is going to be a very interesting sensation. The black tendrils leak the sticky substance of cum, there are others within the parted skin— The ungentle reminder you are bedding a monster— You find him to be the most fascinating thing in your life.

“You are the first to see this.” Groaning as you sit up and start exploring him with your mouth and hands, “Are you not—” Surprised at how you kiss him and eagerly explore him.

“Richard, if you ever think I would find you hideous, I will tie you to this bed and ride you.”

“Careful, princess, such a promise might not work in your favor.”

“I believe it will. After all, I know how to handle my knight's sword quite well.” Kissing his nose as he lets out groans as you make your point with his cock, the main tendril that has a barb-like base. “You are going to take me as if you can breed me, understand?”

“Of course, how beautiful you would be carrying our child.” A fantasy he can play into.

You appreciate him going slow but it makes the feeling of his size and barbs nearly too much, your nails scratching deep into his skin close to cutting it, he whispers the sweetest of praises and amazement at how well you are taking him. The idea of having him take you like this all the time is brought up though realistically he can't, the risk of being caught both as your brother and a monster would not end for either of you.

You cling to him desperately as the kiss shared between seals your fate to him as it did many years ago.

It is late afternoon now, Richard is awake with his fingers playing with your hair. His eyes looking up at the ceiling, you are sleeping on him sharing your warmth with him. His eyes will glance over at you from time to time, enjoying the peace sleep gives you; though his eyes would drift to your neck to where the fresh marks you will have to hide with a high collar.

The knight kisses your forehead before going back to thinking… The end will come soon.

Upon their return from holiday, these loving parents have arrangements to meet a matchmaker to marry you off. A young woman at your age is perfect and the family has already set their eyes on a young man from a family friend.

Richard met him once, he is an idiot. Perfect for them to use you to control the idiot. They believe they can simply ship you off, to take away the princess from her knight. You have no idea about this, Richard aims to keep it that way until the time is right.

Soon.

Soon you will be free and he will remain by your side until the end.

[willalove75]

Hey, I hope this isn't too complicated but can I request a fic where Y/N is going through heartbreak and Alcina is comforting her, angry someone could hurt the person she secretly cares about and loves the most?

Not complicated at all! Thank you so much for the request!💕

Tags: Fluff

A/n: My period is being an asshole again this month so here's something fluffy. I feel like shit so apologies if it's not my best but I hope you guys like it anyway💕💕

18+ Only Minors DNI (everrr)

Alcina is making her way down the staircase when the front doors open and a large group of maidens walk in. Earlier in the day the group went out for the weekly trip to the village and are just returning home. She pauses as they make their way inside, hoping to catch a glimpse of you coming in. For whatever reason your smile is always it's biggest and brightest when you come back from the village and the happiness that radiates off of you is infectious. Not only are you secretly Alcina's favorite maid, she's been admiring you from afar. When she sees you so inexplicably happy she can't help but feel happy herself.

"Good afternoon Mistress." "Good afternoon my Lady."

The girls say as they walk past her with their eyes glued to the floor. Very few of them dare to look up. Those that do can't seem to make eye contact with her. The maids inabilities to look at her make Alcina feel powerful, but that was also one of the reasons why you were so different. Not only did you look at her and were able to hold her eye contact longer than any other maid, you never looked at her with fear. It certainly threw Alcina off at first but eventually she came to cherish the small smile you would send her way when you crossed each others paths in the halls.

As the last of the girls file in her brows knit together when she doesn't see you.

"Antonia." Alcina says, calling to the maid that chaperoned the trip.

"Yes my Lady?"

"Is there a maiden missing? It seems like there are less of you returning than there are when you left." Alcina says.

She doesn't want to make it obvious that she's looking for you, but there is a hint of concern in her voice.

Antonia thinks for a moment and turns to Alcina.

"Ah, I believe you're talking about y/n?" She asks.

Trying to keep up her façade, Alcina gives her shoulders a light shrug but Antonia sees right through it. Antonia has been one of the Lady's head maids for nearly ten years now and knows Alcina better than the Lady herself would ever admit to. She smirks at Alcina who narrows her eyes at her a bit.

"She was the first one out of the carriage when we arrived although she seemed to be in an unusually unhappy mood. I believe I saw her run off towards the gardens."

Alcina lips form a thin line and she nods at Antonia.

"Thank you Antonia. That will be all."

Antonia gives the Lady a slight bow and isn't surprised when she sees Alcina changing directions to head off towards the gardens. With a small smile on her face, Antonia heads off to complete the rest of the work she has for the day.

Fall has officially hit the village and Alcina's daughters have been locked inside the castle once again until spring. The wind blows through the courtyard as Alcina enters it, the ends of her dress whipping in the cool air. She looks around for a few moments before finally finding you. Your back is turned and you're looking out over the vineyard and the vast landscape before you.

Alcina can hear your sniffles and your heart beating irregularly inside of your chest. Concern and anger begin to wash over her when she realizes you're upset. She decides to stride over to you in silence but since she doesn't want to completely startle you, she makes sure you can hear her footsteps before she approaches.

Tears stream down your cheeks as you look over the vineyard. The snowcapped mountains in the distance are so peaceful, so beautiful, you wonder if your heart would still be in pain if you got far enough away from this god-forsaken village. The sound of heels clicking across the brick pavement pulls you from your thoughts. You know right away who the footsteps belong to and you try to wipe your tears from your cheeks and pull yourself together before she sees you like this.

Alcina takes her place next to you, looking out over the vineyard, admiring the beautiful scenery before her. The two of you stand next to each other in silence for a few moments before she breaks it.

"This is one of my favorite views in the entire castle." She says.

"It's beautiful." You say, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

Silence envelopes you both once more. Another tear escapes down your cheek and you try to wipe it away without her noticing. But she does, of course she does. Alcina has been focused on you out of the corner of her eye since she walked up.

Things between you and you Lady have been weird to say the least. There's been gossip that she's taken a liking to you but every time a maid brings it up you brush her off. Telling them that she's just being friendly - which in turn many of the maids look at you like you're nuts. "Friendly" is definitely not a word any of them would use to describe the Lady. But deep down you've grown to care for her. The way she smiles only at you and the way her eyes light up when you randomly - or not so randomly sometimes - see each other throughout the day doesn't go unnoticed by you. But your heart had already been taken by another, by your girlfriend in the village. The love of your life.

Without saying a word Alcina places her large hand on your shoulder and leans you into her. The small act of kindness and comfort was enough to break through the hold you had on your emotions and your tears begin to fall once more. Her grip around you tightens. When a small sob escapes from your lips, Alcina bends down to your height and pulls you into her.

You bury your hands in your face and lean into her shoulder as you cry harder. Alcina cradles the back of your head with one hand and rubs your back with the other.

If someone were to see the two of you right now she'd probably kill them on sight. Never has she comforted a maiden like this before. In all honesty she's never cared for a maiden like this before either. Although the fear of someone seeing Alcina be kind and gentle to a maid - something that could take away the power she holds over her staff since she usually rules with an iron fist - is present in the back of her mind, she's more concerned about you than that at the moment.

"Oh draga," Alcina whispers. "who did this to you my sweet girl?"

A strong breeze whips around you both and the chill goes straight to your bones. The jacket you were wearing was not thick enough for standing around in the cold.

"Come, lets go inside before you get sick." Alcina says as she strokes your hair.

You nod and Alcina releases her hold on you and stands up. The tips of her fingers just reach the back of your shoulders when she stands at her full height and she guides you inside. Alcina leads you to one of her personal sitting rooms. It's one of the few rooms in the house that is off-limits to everyone except the Lady, her daughters and a few hand-picked maids. You've never stepped foot in here before.

It's a beautiful room with a large floor-to-ceiling bookshelf lining one of the walls. It has a large, ornate fireplace, a table with a few chairs, one chair bigger than the rest to accommodate the Lady's size and a gigantic armchair, also suited for the Lady.

Alcina closes the door behind her and walks over to the armchair. It's facing the fireplace and like every fireplace in the castle in the fall and winter, has a warm fire burning inside of it.

She sits in her chair and you stand in front of her with your eyes trained on the ground. Usually looking up at her is never an issue, but since you're so upset you can't bring yourself to do so. Alcina leans forward and places one of her large knuckles under your chin and lifts your gaze to meet hers. When you look up you see her gorgeous yellow eyes, they almost take your breath away. You've never been this close to her before. Every detail of her face is on clear display; the crows feet in the corners of her eyes, her delicate laugh lines that decorate her beautiful smile. The way her mascara is clumped in a few of her long eyelashes, the faint strokes her makeup brush left behind in her foundation. You can also make out the fine details of her eyes; you never realized she has hints of slate grey and blue mixed into the bight yellow in her irises. She truly is beautiful, absolutely breathtaking.

"Tell me draga mea, what has made you so upset?" She asks.

Tears begin to fill your eyes once more and you can feel your heart breaking inside of your chest. You go to open your mouth to speak but all you hear is your voice crack.

"I-I-"

Your words fail you and you begin to cry once more.

Lady Dimitrescu scoops you into her arms and sits you in her lap.

"Did someone harm you in the village?"

You can feel her grip tighten around you as she asks the question. She relaxes a little when you shake your head "no."

"But something did happen when you went into the village today, yes?"

When you shake your head "yes" you start to cry harder. Lady Dimitrescu cradles the back of your head once more and rubs your back.

"Oh fetița mea dulce, what on earth happened? You are usually so happy when you return from these trips."

She pulls you away from her a bit and cups your face with the hand she was using to cradle your head. Her large thumb wipes away your tears and she looks into your eyes.

"What happened?"

"My heart is broken."

Her eyes widen just a bit before she regains her composure.

"You had a lover in the village?"

"Yes."

"Who is he?" She growls.

"She was my girlfriend." You say, avoiding eye contact with the Lady. No one you work with knows you had a girlfriend. Honestly, not many people you know even in the village knew.

A faint blush crosses Alcina's cheeks. She had no idea you were interested in women and is a little embarrassed she assumed you were talking about a man.

"My apologies, who is she?"

"Her name is Bianca. She- I loved her more than anything. We've been, well, we were together for six years."

More tears run down your cheeks as Lady Dimitrescu wipes them away. When you look up into her eyes you see compassion and a hint of anger, but you can tell that the anger isn't directed at you. It's directed at whoever hurt you - at Bianca.

"I am so sorry draga. Sometimes these things just don't work out-" She says, trying to comfort you. You close your eyes and knit your eyebrows together and Alcina realizes that something more went on. "what happened?"

"Usually I tell her when I'm going to visit, but today I wanted to surprise her. She's been having a tough time lately and I thought if I surprised her it would make her feel better. So I went to her house and let myself in, she gave me a key a few years ago. It was still early so I figured she was still asleep so I went into her bedroom and found her in bed with someone else." You start to cry again and Lady Dimitrescu pulls you into her.

She holds you tight and rests her cheek against your head. As you cry into her she rocks you and whispers "shh draga, it's okay. It's okay."

"I loved her so much." You cry. "And she was mad at me for getting upset. She told me it was selfish of me to stop her from seeing other people while I lived and worked here at the castle. That it was my fault."

You hear a low growl rumble deep inside Lady Dimitrescu's chest.

"That is absolutely ridiculous. The nerve of that girl. Blaming you for her infidelity. You did nothing wrong draga mea, nothing." She comforts you more as you sob into her. "You deserve so much more than that, so much better."

"I loved her so much. She told me she loved me, that she wanted to be with me for the rest of her life." You say through tears. "And now I'm all alone, I don't have anyone."

"You're not alone draga, as long as you are here you will never be alone."

Alcina begins to rock you and starts humming. She closes her eyes and rests her cheek on your head as you start to calm down.

You've only ever heard Lady Dimitrescu sing once before and it was only an echo from down the hall. Now you can hear her voice perfectly as she hums above you. You can feel the vibration against your face with your cheek laying against her chest. Her voice is beautiful and soothing. Even though your heart still feels like its in pieces in your chest, your tears begin to dry and you start to relax in her arms.

Never in a million years did you think you would ever be here - laying in your Mistresses arms as she consoled you. Of course you've seen her at her worst, lashing out at other maids, hurting them, disfiguring them, you even saw her kill someone once. But for the most part, every time she did something like that it was more or less justifiable. At least what constitutes as justifiable here in the castle - in terms of the outside world, well, that was a different story. But she was always kind to you and you always obeyed, did your work, stayed out of trouble and did your best to help the other maids when you could.

It was those traits that made Alcina notice you from the start. She is very attentive, even when her staff doesn't think so. With her supersonic hearing she can hear nearly everything that goes on within the castle. The maids would be amazed at what she hears and doesn't act on. Usually when a punishment for a certain maid seems out of the blue, to Alcina it isn't because she knew what that maid had been doing or saying for weeks before she found an excuse to properly punish them. But she never heard anything bad about anyone, including herself or her children, leave your lips. You were always the first to help another maid when needed and you always did your job - and did it damn well too. When she realized you weren't afraid of her like the other maids were, that was just the cherry on top.

As your tears stop falling and your cries soften you feel exhaustion begin to take over.

"Feeling better?" She asks.

"Yes my Lady, thank you very much."

"Alcina."

"What?"

"When we are in private you may call me by my given name, Alcina."

"That's a beautiful name."

"Thank you, I am quite fond of it myself."

"Thank you, Alcina. For everything." You say.

"Of course draga mea."

You feel yourself start to doze off and Alcina notices. She adjusts you in her arms and you think she's going to put you down and send you on your way. To your surprise she cradles you in her arm so you're more comfortable.

Her eyes meet yours and she flashes you a warm smile.

"Rest, draga."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

A rogue tear rolls down your cheek and she wipes it away. She continues to rock you and hum and your eyelids grow heavier and heavier.

You don't know when it happened but at some point you lost your battle to sleep and drifted off in her arms.

Alcina watches you as your blinks become longer and longer before you finally fall asleep. She smiles down at you as you sleep in her arms and continues to hum. Her humming stops when she hears a soft snore escape.

"My sweet girl. No one hurts you and gets away with it. That dreadful woman will learn her lesson. You will never be alone, draga mea. That I promise."

Alcina brushes a stray lock of hair out of your face and caresses your cheek with the back of her finger. She rests her head against the back of the armchair and closes her eyes. She drifts off to sleep with a smile on her face as thoughts of what she plans on doing to the one that broke your heart dance in her head.

[lilykatelyn-blog]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 8 - 𝓑.𝓒 - LILY’S KINKTOBER

Pairing: DomPrince!BangChan x SubFutureWife!Reader

Genre: Smut, little bit of fluff

theme: begging

warnings: D/S dynamics, begging (duh), blowjob, bondage, penetrative sex, safe sex, hair pulling, hard dom Channie, spanking, jealousy, arranged marriage au, breeding kink.

Your engagement party could not have been more perfect. Chan and you had gotten specific decorations for it and it looked truly out of a dream. You had about 150 guests and 3 hours to get through all of them, what a fun task! Chan had been nothing but a sweetheart since your parents had set you guys up for marriage, having been friends as kids, it wasn’t hard to get used to the idea of living with him forever. “Y/N! Hyung!” His selected best man and closest friend, Minho, had come up to you two. He gave your hand a kiss and greeting and a giant bear hug to Chan, making all of you chuckle. “Congrats! I heard that Changbin made it! You should go find him, if it’s okay with Y/N of course.” He gave you pleading eyes, making you laugh a bit and nod your head. “Go on, I’ll try to get through some of the guests.” You gave Chan a kiss on the cheek, heading over to your maid of honor to be, Yunjin, grabbing a glass of wine and laughing with her as people joined the conversation. “So how’d you two meet?” Heeseung asked, looking genuinely intrigued. “It’s complicated, I’ll tell the story at the wedding.” Getting many boos and complaints from the group. “Ah, well I’m afraid I should go, my mum’s sick. Best of wishes, and I’ll see you soon!” Heeseung hugged you, giving you a kiss on the cheek, as you two used to when you were kids. “Bye! Wish her well Hee!” You laughed to him as Yunjin made a joke. Unbeknownst to you, a certain spectator was getting jealous of your interaction with Heeseung.

“..and he- Hyung? You okay?” Han got cut off as he saw Chan staring off to where you were with Heeseung, just as you kissed him on the cheek. All 7 of the boys turned around, the maknae’s oohing and hyunjin and minho disguising laughs as coughs. “You’re jealous, mate? Chill, all she talks about is you and her love for you, man. You’re fine.” Felix laughed at his Hyung’s death stare. “But- did you see her? She-she kissed him on the cheek, she only does that to me. She’s never done it to anyone else.” At this point he was just about to break his glass with how hard he was gripping it. “And we’re done with the beer..” Han took the glass hesitantly out of Chan’s hand, not wanting to cause a scene. “I’m sure it’s an inside thing, don’t worry Hyung. You only have about 30 minutes before people start piling out. Just chill for now, talk to her about it later.” Minho softly told him, patting him on the back before getting into conversation with Changbin. “Anyways, mate. What were you saying about how carrier pigeons are liable or some shit?” Chan immediately turned to the conversation that Felix and Han were having, joining in on the nonsense. Trying to get rid of the annoying bubbling feeling inside of his gut. After the happy couple bid their goodbyes to everyone, they said goodbye to the staff and walked up to their room. “So, did you have fun today?” You asked in a hushed tone, taking off your earrings and getting into your sleeping gown. “Mm, talked to Changbin and the boys. What about you?” He asked, still in a bitter mood as he got dressed into his sleeping attire. As you talked about how you talked to Yunjin and your friends, he came up behind you while you were cleaning your makeup at the vanity, hugging your waist. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” You asked Chan, softly ruffling his hair as you cleaned up your makeup wipes and stuff. “Nothing, just got a bit jealous at seeing you and Heeseung today.” He murmured, looking down from embarrassment. He knew you two were friends, but he was still insecure, despite being a very powerful person. “We’re just friends, don’t worry. Plus, he doesn’t get to see me like this, hmm?” You told him, turning around and putting your arms around his neck. “I guess you’re right about that.” He whispered, giving you a kiss, deepening it ever so slightly. “Of course I am, now that we’re getting married, you should know I’m always right.” You murmured playfully against his lips, making him laugh a bit. He only deepened the kiss, pressing you against your vanity, at this point, your head was spinning. “Hate to interrupt this wonderful make out session, but let’s move this to the bed, yeah?” You asked, pulling away, and walking away from a very whiny Channie.

As soon as you sat on the bed, he jumped on top of you, going down your jaw to your neck and to your cleavage. “Man, I have to thank our parents for this arrangement, you’re fucking all I need.” He moaned, ravaging you. “Chris, as much as I love this, please get rid of the clothes.” You begged, tugging on his hair. He sat up, patting his lap. “Over my lap, it’ll be quick.” “But why?” You whined, “I didn’t do anything wrong-“ “you made me jealous love, now over my lap.” You verbally protested, but still complied, getting over his lap. “I’ll make it quick, all you have to do is just count love.” He made it sound oh so easy, when in fact it was terribly difficult. “..7, fuck! 8- shit! Chris, honey, I’m- FUCK!” He delivered a harsh slap, making your senses go haywire. “I didn’t hear a 9, babygirl.” He uttered oddly calmly. “Should we start over?” “No! Ni-nine!” You counted, frantically grabbing on something. “Last one, babygirl.” This was the hardest, way harder than the others. “TEN!” You screamed while he soothed the area, also wiping any tears on your face. “Good girl, but you’re still not done.” “W-what?” You asked, still calming down, he fixed you upright in your position. “You’re going to suck my cock, then if you make me cum hard, I’ll consider fucking you. ‘Kay?” He said the last part so sweetly that it could have fooled you that it was genuine. He got you on your knees, pulling down his pants, and releasing his cock. You slowly kissed down his large length, licking his slit, gathering some precum and using it as lube. Slowly taking his head in your mouth, you underestimated just how hard it would be to get all of his length in your mouth, though having done it before, it was still difficult. Once you got to the hilt, you slowly started bobbing you head, getting soft moans from him. Deciding to up your game and make him cum, you swirled your tongue around the head whenever you got to it, bobbing up and down faster and faster. “Fuck, I’m close. You’re gonna swallow my entire load, got it?” You hummed around his cock to confirm, making him throw his head back from the pleasure of the vibrations. Releasing in your mouth, you did exactly what he told you to and showed him the proof that you did. “Good girl, now you’re gonna beg for me to fuck you, yeah?” You knew it was a rhetorical question as soon as he slammed you face down onto the mattress. “Beg.” One simple command released all of the pleas from your mouth. “Please, please, please fuck me Chris. Please, need your cock inside me, fill me up, please!” You begged, your words turning incoherent as he lined up with your entrance. “Good girl, relax for me now, okay?” Pushing into you, he had to hold himself back so he didn’t ram into you. Starting slow, he got a steady pace, only speeding up when your moans got louder. He couldn’t hold back more and flipped you over, re entering you and holding your knee up to your chest he started fucking into you faster. Constant thank yous and pleads came out of your mouth, a scream nearly forming when his thumb made contact with your clit. “Go on, cum for me babygirl.” His thumb added pressure, not moving but just enough to tip you over the edge. Your mouth parted in a silent scream, except there was nothing silent about it, your scream would have been heard throughout the castle, had he not shoved his fingers in your mouth to shut you up. Coming with an animalistic grunt, he collapsed on top of you.

“Chris- get offff.” You whined, insisting on cleaning up. “Did I go too hard on you?” He asked softly while looking into your eyes, ignoring your demand. “No, now please get off so that we can properly clean up.” He complied, watching you try to walk to the washroom. “I’d love some help here.” Snickering evilly, he picked you up bridal style, giving you a big smooch before drawing a bath for you. This marriage was going to last, you were sure of it.

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ETERNAL DEVOTION ⟶ part one of two | wc : 1.3k

PRINCE! KUROKAWA IZANA x FEM!READER

₊˚⌗ izana is tired of waiting; he wants you. he wants you, he wants you, he wants you. so, he calls you to his room in the middle of the night, and he plans to take you, willingly or not.

⤷ cw : general yandere themes, super heavy stockholm syndrome, abuse of power, manipulation, master/servant dynamics, innocent-ish reader, virgin reader, nsfw implications + sexual tension, hints of coercion, one very heated kiss, use of pet names (my lovely servant, love, etc.) ⟶ smut will be in part two.

notes : this was such a spur of the moment little thing that i wrote??? i don’t know where it came from and it’s a bit different than most of my other works i think but! i hope you guys all like it 😭😭

“my prince,” you greet softly, bowing your head down in a display of respect as you sit on your thighs and fold your hands across your lap.

“look at me.” he bites the second you settle, and you do; you look up at your master through your lashes without even a sliver of thought, let alone hesitation. he makes a small, pleased hum, his lips curling into a lazy smirk.

you’re dressed in precious little—a thin, loose nightgown that you sleep in every night—drawing your master to stare at you with a flare in his lilac eyes. he licks his lips sensually while overlooking your body, making you out to feel utterly exposed to him. you would have worn something more appropriate, something much less revealing, had his summon not been urgent, leaving you no time to change before coming here.

you shift a little bit, attempting to hide more of your body to preserve as much of your modesty as you can, but it doesn’t work much; really, all your little movements serve to do is draw more attention to your body from your master.

“do you know why i called you?” he asks, a lilt of amusement dripping in his tone. you gulp before hesitantly shaking your head—the maids never told you, or perhaps you were in too much of a hurry to remember, but either way you aren’t exactly sure what it could be that your master needs, especially at such an hour when normally he and you are both asleep.

“use your words,” he urges gently, but an edge of authority leaves no room for you to deny his wishes—as if you would anyway.

“forgive me, my prince. i don’t know the reason you’ve called me here,” you whisper low as you bow your head down again in apology, only to look right back up at him as soon as you're done. he wouldn’t be too happy if you didn’t; he loves it when you look at him just as much as he loves to hear you speak to him.

“c’mere then,” he says, patting his thigh, “i’ll show you why, yeah?”

you crawl towards him slowly so as to not jostle the little clothes you have on and reveal even more of your body to him, but his eyes remain steadily trained on you, making you feel like he could see easily through the thin scraps of clothing you wore. when you reach him, he gently nudges your shoulders to guide you between his legs, and then one of his hand's ghosts over your skin until it reaches your nape, while his other hand comes to your chin, directing you to look up towards him.

he leans down close, and you gasp quietly, flustered by the proximity between you and your beloved master—his presence always has you fumbling for air and scraping for a semblance composure, but he’s never quite gotten so close that you feel deliciously suffocated by him. you want to pull away, if only a little bit because of how overwhelming his presence is for you, but you don't. you'll gladly drown in the high he gives you whenever he's close.

his eyes flick to your mouth and your tongue flits out to swipe along your lower lip, and instinctively you lean in a little bit closer. he smirks.

“you belong to me, you know that?” he asks in a low whisper, the warmth of his breath fanning across your face lightly as he speaks; you have to fight back a whine scratching in your throat for an escape at the sensation.

and, you do know that—of course you do. he saved your life, and in return you gave it up to him and him alone for the rest of eternity. while all the other castle staff can eventually retire and live lives outside of attending to the royal family, you will always be bound to him, even in death you will be his loyal servant and belonging.

you nod, and then quickly follow up with a small ‘yes,’ when you see him raise an eyebrow at you in warning. the command use your words, rings inside of your mind and you bite your lip in shame of making such a foolish mistake. his thumb strokes gently along your neck when you oblige his earlier orders though, causing your breath to flutter shakily when you sigh out in contented pleasure.

“i own your life, you serve me, so you’ll always devote yourself to me, yes?” he asks you, and this time you immediately reply with a soft ‘yes,’ instead of nodding your head.

he smiles, pleased, tilting his head a little bit to the left. he doesn’t say anything else right away, but the silence isn’t awkward as the both of you are caught by the other. his eyes are on you, your lips, and your body pressed firmly against him, while you’re paying rapt attention to the way he holds you so close to him, to the fan of his breath on your face, to his soft, cold fingers tracing your skin and leaving behind tingly shivers. he hums low, drawing out a fluttering feeling in your tummy.

“won’t you please your master, then?” he then asks, and the air in your lungs quickly dissipates, leaving you to choke on a withdrawn gasp.

“what is it that you mean, my prince? how may i please you?” you ask him nervously, aware of the many implications behind his words, but– but is that really what he would want from you, his lowly servant? he has many women and men of noble or royal lineage that he could have, all of whom would be much better for him in both class and experience, so why you? you know nothing about... sex, other than the basics you've learned through hushed whispers and giggles from the royal staff and other attendants. even if you weren't such a lowly servant, you could never hope to please him with such inexperience. does he think you’ve been off with a man? you haven’t.

“c’mon now, love, you know what i mean. i’ve waited long enough to have you, my lovely little servant, and i won't wait any longer, so quit playing dumb while i'm asking you nicely because i will take from you what i want using force if i have to,” he groans while beginning to press rough kisses to your check and jaw, nibbling on your skin in warning when you gasp and whine.

“but–“ you start only for him to interrupt you with a sight, and then before you can even process what's going on his lips are on yours in a bruising kiss. he shoves his tongue into your opened mouth to lap at the inside eagerly, swirling and mixing your saliva with his and savoring the addicting flavors of you. you don't shy from kissing him back; instead leaning yourself more into him like a puppy following its masters whims without question. the kiss is all too imposing and all too messy for you to keep up with him properly, but he doesn't mind at all as long as you're not pulling away from him, rejecting him.

he knew you wouldn't; you're too enthralled to ever deny him of anything he wants.

he groans as he pulls away to see you breathless, eyes glazed over with hazy lust and your pretty lips swollen from his kiss. he smirks at the sight of you so easily wrecked by him. just a simple kiss and you're already panting and pawing at his chest for stability do you don't fall over. so fucking sensitive, so pliant just the way you should be for him. and only him. nobody else will ever affect you the way he does.

“i don’t give a shit about whatever it is you were going to say, you belong to me and i will have you if i want you. and i do—i want all of you. do you understand me?” it's not a question, but a warning: 'don't you ever fucking try to refute me again. you do as i say without asking any questions.'

"mm, 'course, my prince," you try to sound like you aren't completely drunk off of him, but your words slur together and come out all breathy and whiny like one of the sex wrecked whores.

he smirks again lazily, "good. now won’t you please your master, like a good little servant, hm? you have to after getting me all riled up,” he motions to his lap, and you gasp realizing how hard he is. his thick, heavy cock is pressed against your tummy, and it’s huge, but you still have no doubt that its real size is hidden beneath the robes he’s wearing.

you bite your lip and look up at him, but he gently nudges your head down against his cock, “go on, love. your master is dying to have your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.”

© 2023 by kolyasobsession━all rights reserved. plagiarism is strictly prohibited. comments, likes, and reblog are highly appreciated.

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King&Prince 6

Nancy was pacing back and forth. Normally, it made Eddie anxious, but since he knew exactly what was on her mind, he decided to let her continue until her short legs tired her out.

"I just-I don't understand you. How can you give him free reign of the castle?"

"He doesn't have free reign", Eddie said.

"Did you put a collar on him? Or cuffs?", Nancy asked. When Eddie shook his head, she continued. "Do you put any sort of spell on him? Or charm?"

"Robin can handle herself. And there's always guards nearby if he steps out of line."

Nancy looked him up and down, then crossed her arms. "It's almost like you have faith in him or something."

Eddie couldn't describe what he was feeling. He couldn't forgive the Harringtons for what they had been doing. But Dustin was right. Unless he could prove that Steve had been directly responsible, it wasn't right to punish him. He could still dislike him, since he definitely benefited from the misdeeds of his family.

And there was a slim chance those hard feelings would ever change.

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Steve got dressed just in time to hear someone knock on the door.

"Hey, your royal slowness, we haven't got time for you to soak all day. I have actual important things to do."

It sounded like the woman from before. The one who didn't want him. Steve opened the door to her unimpressed face.

"Let's go."

"Without shoes?", Steve asked, looking down his bare feet.

"You won't need 'em."

She led him down the hall, past some windows and Steve got his first glimpse of the outside. It looked...normal. Nothing like the blackened, dead trees, and the dry, salted earth that he'd been led to believe this area was. The trees were wilting, sure, but in the typical way ones did in autumn. There was grass and even people doing chores outside.

Past the castle walls, he could make out something in the distance that looked like a town.

"Keep up!"

Steve tore his eyes away and saw that she was a long ways ahead of him. He jogged to catch up, noting the carpet on the floor. He was suddenly reminded of being very young and still allowed to go barefoot outside his quarters.

"Alright", she opened up a closet that was filled with instruments. "I need these moved over to the other end of the south wing and then polished and shined."

"So you're using a prince as both a pack mule and a maid?", Steve asked, brow raised. "What if I refuse?"

"Then I get our all-powerful king to put a compulsion hex on you and hypnotize you to do it anyway."

"Steve!", Dustin exclaimed when he came around the corner, beaming. "I went down to visit you and you were gone! They set you free?"

"I'm less free and more like free labor, apparently."

"You know you're not supposed to go down into the dungeons, Dustin."

"I see you've met Robin. Don't worry, she's nicer than she looks", Dustin grinned.

"Not nice enough to not tell Eddie what you've been doing. And I'm pretty sure he threatened to tell your mom. Maybe I'll just cut out the middle man", Robin warned.

Dustin paled. "You wouldn't dare."

Robin gestured to the musical instruments. "Help out with this and I won't tell a soul."

Dustin let out a breath of relief. "Menial work? That's it? Between Steve and me, we can knock this out easy."

Steve frowned. "I never said I'd-"

"This spoiled brat probably can't even lift a flute", Robin challenged.

"He knows how to kill a guy like a dozen different ways. Steve could finish this in like ten minutes", Dustin countered.

"Ooh, challenge accepted", Robin turned, ignoring Steve's protests. "I'll be in the second music room. Keep his highness on a tight leash."

Fully roped into it, Steve started hauling instruments. Dustin was talking, but he was thinking of his escape. He had no shackles, no bars. He could find a moment to get past the walls and then...maybe it would be better to sneak to the stables and get a horse first. He dreaded the thought of traveling such a distance with no shoes though. Maybe someone had a pair lying around?

Could he steal a pair in town without anyone noticing? He doubted most townsfolk would recognize him as an enemy prince. Steve was deep in his escape plan strategizing, that he just nodded along and 'mhm'ed to whatever it was that Dustin was saying. That kid could talk to a wall and keep the conversation going, which he was pretty much doing now, talking to Steve.

He barely even noticed that they were done moving things until the woman, Robin, threw a cloth at him.

"I want these shiny enough to see my reflection in them", she ordered.

"Why are you making him do all this?", Dustin asked.

"I'm getting new students tomorrow and they deserve nice equipment."

Dustin's eyes narrowed. "Who?"

"Oh no one you'd know. Except for Mike."

"Mike?!"

"And Max. And El, oh and Lucas and", Robin went on naming people, some Steve knew, others that he didn't.

"Bullshit! There's no way they're all taking classes!"

"Oh they are. And you are too", Robin said while leaving the room.

Incredulous, Dustin followed her out, leaving Steve alone in the room. Alone. They had left him alone. He looked to the open door, leading out into the hallway, then the instruments spread out on tables and the floor, covered in dust.

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Jeff and Nancy were strolling the halls, discussing how best to prepare for any sort of retaliation when they heard whistling. It wasn't the sound that gave them pause, but where it was coming from. A music room that wasn't supposed to be in use yet. They poked their heads in and saw Prince Steve, whistling a happy working tune while shining a shining a trumpet.

The two of them pulled their heads out, shared a mutual expression of confusion and went to seek out Eddie to report to him, but he was nowhere to be found. That usually meant he was off in town or visiting some other part of the kingdom. Either way, they wouldn't be able to talk to him until he returned.

Steve didn't spend too long rationalizing why he was doing this. He was just biding his time until he came up with a more solid plan. Even though his homeland wasn't really a home, at least no one there wanted to actively kill him. He wasn't safe here and he couldn't forget that. He especially couldn't let his guard down around the king.

Robin remembered him a couple of hours later and led him back to the room he'd first been brought to. Steve had time to actually look at it now. Smaller than his own room but larger than the prison cell. Definitely warmer to. But besides that, it was very minimal and sparse. A bed, a small drawer, and the bathroom. Steve wondered what this room was for. It was an odd sort of guest room.

Robin said something about dinner being brought up but Steve paid it no mind when he realized he'd be sleeping on a bed tonight. He collapsed into it and buried himself in the blanket. He'd be having sleep for dinner.

Part 8

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Temptation

Your dad is tired of you bringing home these unworthy men. None of them being fit to take care of you or to be given the family business since you are the only daughter. He decides to find you someone fit to be your husband and receive help from the father of the church. That’s when you meet Yuta, though just because he goes to church doesn’t mean he’s much of a saint

Mafia, murder, violence, mentions of religion, (will contain other things in the next chapters)

Chapter 9

You offered the maid your help to clean up the mess the next day. Yuta on the other hand told them to not let you lift up a finger but how could you let them do all the work? This was basically your fault to begin with. If you handing ran away then he wouldn’t of done this.

Sitting a the dinner table you watch as servants come and bring you breakfast. Yuta had told you that he wouldn’t be able to join you because of work. So now you sat here alone eating. Leaving you to think and have your thoughts consume you.

You couldn’t stop thinking about that meeting. They were talking about territory’s, money, and the law. Could they be doing something illegal? There’s no way right? They’re powerful buisness owner that had all the money they could want. If people found out they were doing illegal things then that would tear their reputation.

Yuta couldn’t possible be involved in such things right? He was a good boy… one that went to church and was praised by many. Then the memory of him shooting your best friend on your wedding flashed in your mind.

You stood up abruptly and stalked out of the dinning room towards his office. You couldn’t just sit here and contemplate such thing. You need to know the answer to what he really does before you went crazy.

Opening the doors to his office you see him sitting there with a man. You freeze thinking this was bad timing. Maybe you should come back later, or maybe ask him at dinner.

Before you could take a step back Yuta dismissed the individual quickly. The man looked a bit taken aback but did as told. You swallow hard as you watched Yuta make his way towards you. He analyzed your face with every step he took. Trying to read you so he could be prepared for anything.

"Yes angel?" He hums.

You stand up right quick and look at him in the eyes. He couldn’t see you as a frighten little girl. You had to put your foot down.

"I want to t-alk"

Welp so much for going in this with confidence.

"Right, come on in." He says leading you to his desk for you to take a seat in the chair where the other gentleman was sitting in not too long ago. Taking the seat you watch as he sits down in his own.

It was almost as if he had a scary shadow hovering over him making the atmosphere feel suddenly heavy. No wonder everyone that met him looked frightened.

"At the meeting… you guys weren’t talking about stock."

He raises his right brow as he rest his chin onto his hand. He sat there in silence recapping the conversation that was made at the meeting.

"Job…You want a job right? How about I give you one for the next 18 years? Maybe more depending how many we ha-"

"Yuta" you interrupt him.

He was trying to brush off the topic again. This wasn’t the first time he’d done this.

"I don’t think that’s something you should worry about Angel. Look how about I order some plants for you to put around the house. Maybe new dresses? Or how about some makeup?" Yuta says as he takes out his check book from a drawer.

"You’re doing illegal business, you’re a criminal!" You finally shout.

He froze as those words fell out of your mouth. He slowly placed the pen down and looked at you with those stoic eyes.

"And?"

Your eyes widen seeing as he actually admitted to it. Was this what you wanted? What now? Technically you still had no idea what he was doing but it was something at least.

"So stop..." You say quietly almost sounding like a whisper.

He lets out a laugh before he looks at you with loving eyes.

"You’re so adorable y/n. Let’s go get you a cute night gown and maybe a new purse too." He says standing up.

He walked passed you as he made his way to the door but you had other plans. As his back was turned at you, you decide to sit on his desk. All over his paper work. You grab a bottle of wine that sat one the corner of his desk. He turned to look at you with a smile.

He probably thought that you wouldn’t do it. That you didn’t have the guts to face him.

Then you did it. You poured it all over his desk. All over your clothes causing it to stain. All of his paper work ruined.

"Come here right now."

You look at him and swore you saw one of his eyes twitched.

"Make me."

It took him no time to reach you and grab you to pull you off the desk. He had a tight grip on your arm as he pushed you onto his chair.

"I’ll make you come alright."

He leaned in to kiss you to shut you up before you could say anything to him.

He was aggressive, like a starving animal devouring your lips. Shoving his tongue in your mouth forcing you to follow his flow. He held you down making sure you weren’t going to run away this time. It was a long make out session before he pulled away causing you to gasp for air.

As you cought your breath he grabbed the phone that was on his desk and dialed a number as he unbuttoned his shirt. He slithered right out of his his button up quickly as he got on his knees and pulled your skirt up.

He smiled as he caught a sight of what he’s been wanting for so long. His long fingers slipped inside of you as the other ones unbuttoned the buttons on your white blouse.

wine all over them.

"Yes sir?" Someone finally spoke.

His hot mouth left your breast alone so he could respond to the person on the other side of phone.

"Everyone outside and guard the door. Nobody is to enter the house until I say so." He says before hanging up and throwing the phone to the side.

The cord recoiled making it hang off of the desk as he continued to give attention to your breast. Licking and sucking until they felt sore and sensitive.

Before he could dare go any further there was a loud knock at the door. He simplify ignore it and swore under his breath as he continued to suck.

Going from polite knocking to loud banging non stop.

Yuta continued to ignore but at last gave in. He ran his hand through his hair as he let out loud sigh. Grabbing you he lifted you out of your chair and pulled your skirt down for you and buttoned your blouse before fixing himself up.

He made his way to the door and swung it open to reveal one oh his men panting at the door. He looked up at Yuta with wide yes and shaking. Your husband seemed to have a surprises look on him. You peer to the side trying to take a good look and when you do you see the man holding something. Red liquid dripped onto the floor slowly making a mess for the maids to clean later.

He slammed the door shut. He looked at you as he averts his eyes from the window to you.

"Angel can you stay on here until I come and get you? Kind of having an emergency and I would appreciate if you stayed put." Yuta says as he begins to walk out and shut the door behind him.

You may of not gotten everything you wanted to right now but you had another way to get it.

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Yuta didn’t know if he should be angry at his men for interrupting him moment with you or not. Then again having one of them show up with a decapitated head at your door was also not good.

It took him a second too long to remember that you where here too.

He wouldn’t have known what to say or do if you saw something so traumatizing.

Walking outside with everyone else he was lead to where the rest of the corpse was. It didn’t take long for the smell to hit him. That sweet horrible smell of death that he had encountered too many times.

How could things like this keep happening at his home? Obviously he already knew who it was. Angelo was probably furious about things not going his way. That didn’t mean he had to go to such lengths.

If he really wanted to he could call out a full on war on that man but I was best to stay peaceful. If Yuta were to show that this really did affect them then he would continue on with the tactic. It was best to pretend like it was nothing serious for now.

From the looks of how everything has been happening it seems like there’s going to be more security. Especially when you’re home alone. He’s also going to have to replace these iron bar fence with bricks. May not look so great but it’s for the best.

"Bury him and double the people on each post tonight." Yuta says as he walks back inside with a cigar in his hand.

He lights it up before stepping inside to see that the mess was all cleaned up. These girls worked quiet and quick without a complaint. Maybe he should give them a bonus for them to stay a bit longer.

Going back to his office he sees you with a book in your hand. Seemed to be one about business.

"alright let's go Angel, ill treat you to anything today." Yuta says as he grabs your hand and strings you along.

"What about you treating me with your attention?"

He stops and looks at you confused for a moment. This had to be an interesting request.

"Alright, what does my Angel want? I can give you all the attention in the world."

"I want you to agree on doing anything for me. You can’t take it back or say no when I request it." You cross your arms.

What a silly little thing to ask for. What could it possibly be?

"What is it?" He asks.

"Yu! You’re not supposed to know until that moment." You roll your eyes.

There you go again with that little nickname again. Everytime you said his name like that he felt weird. As if you casted a spell on him that forced him to agree to anything you said. You didn’t need to make such an agreement like this, all you had to do was say his name like that with a pleading look.

Obviously he wasn’t going to tell you that.

"Yes yes I agree to your little terms and conditions. You have my word." Yuta says knowing it wouldn’t be anything terrible.

You’re a good girl, you would do no harm to an animal.

You latch your hand onto his in a happy mood and look up at him.

"I think I feel like one of the happiest girls alive right now." You smile.

You smiled….when was the last time he saw you like that? With no anger or resentment? Because it felt like eternity. He wasn’t going to let this moment pass.

"Did you ever try out the makeup I got you on our wedding day?"

That was a horrible thing to say.

You had him sitting in the chair as you tested out the new products. Swatching them on his skin and putting glitter on his eye lids. He could tolerate this. Nothing wrong with a little color to make you happy. Unless it was lip stick. He refused to put such a thing on.

What would his guys think if they saw him in such a position? Stooping so low for his wife’s happiness.

"I really love how this powder is looking on you Yu, how about we try a gloss? It has no color in it."

Yuta lets out a quiet sigh as he looks at the door hoping nobody would barge in anytime soon. He complied to your little antics. He was just happy you weren’t fighting with him or running away anymore.

If it were up to him you would be chained to the floor and locked up in here all day. It’s the only place he deemed safe enough to keep you. Unfortunately you would not be happy with the idea so he could not go on with it.

"My father told me that he’s going to be coming over today. Since you know he hasn’t been here at all. He wants to visit us." You say as you push his hair back.

Visitors… such a nuisance to have. All they do is eat, yap, and criticize others. Especially if it’s the mother in law.

Yuta didn’t even know you still kept in touch with him. He was pretty sure the agreement they made included for him to keep out of your way. He must be an idiot if he was still lurking around you. Then again it was so easy to convince him to let you be his wife.

All Yuta had to do was pay 100k plus buy a few stocks from that shitty wine company. Old man was jumping with joy when Yuta offered him that. Truly an embarrassment to man kind.

"Alright." Yuta replied as you wiped off the makeup with a wet rag that sat in a bowl.

If someone where to offer Yuta that for his daughter’s hand in marriage he would of blow the man’s head of with a rifle.

….

There was no way he just thought about the future. Obviously you are his wife that’s supposed to bare his kids but he’s never thought of it like that. He’s never cared about that… he’s always lived in the moment and didn’t think of having a family. But just now he became overprotective over someone who doesn’t even exist yet.

His stomach twisted the more he thought about it.

"You okay? You look sick Yu. Could you be coming down with a fever?" You ask him.

"Yes I’m fine, when is your dad coming over?"

"In the morning he said he was going to drop by in the afternoon."

Great. Yuta mumbled under his breath.

It didn’t take long for him to come over. He knocked at the door repeatedly until Yuta opened it. He had an angry look on his face and was breathing heavily. Surprisingly his wife was nowhere to be seen. He must of came straight from work.

"You! Your men almost killed me!"

Yuta puts his hand on his chin and then remember that he had forgotten to tell them about his father in law coming over. They probably thought he was a trespasser and tried to take him out. So unfortunate that it didn’t happen.

"Shouldn’t of came." Yuta says as he looked at the man’s ruffled shirt.

"Your a bastard, just like that stupid clan your from. All of you are the same!" He says as he looks inside the house, eyes darting all over. "Where’s y/n? Don’t tell me you have her locked up somewhere. That poor girl forces to marry you."

He was all nice and polite when you guys wernt married yet but all of a sudden the act was gone.

"All because her stupid broke father sold her off to some horrible bastard. What’s even worst is that her father was on his knees once he heard a small offer of money."

The man gritted his teeth and pushes Yuta so he could get through.

He called out to you loudly.

You appeared on the stairs in no time. Wearing a beautiful gown. This seemed to have calmed your fathers nerves down because his shoulders became slack.

Yuta eyes him up and down as he approached to embrace you. Holding you so tightly that your skin tone was becoming discolored.

"Show me a tour of the house! I have to know if you’re living comfortably and in good conditions." He tells you.

Of course the old man would think that he had you living in a horrible state.

Yuta followed along but a few feet away from you guys. You ended up showing off the kitchen, bathrooms, dinning room, library and more. Yuta wanted to obviously give you guys space but he had a feeling that the old man would not keep his hands to himself. He would probably snatch anything small enough to fit in his pockets to sell off later. Especially now that you where taking him into the bedroom.

His mouth fell wide open when he stepped in. It was probably ten times as big as his master bedroom.

"What do you do with so much room?" He asks

"I do so many things in this room with your daughter. Sometimes it isn’t enough and we have to take it down stairs." Yuta smirks as he looks at you.

Your face became a bright pink shade.

"You disgusting monster, do you have no class?!" Your father yells. He took a deep breath before proceeded to talk about the house.

He mostly asked questions about her. Where do you eat? Study? Sleep? What side of the bed is yours? What time do you do this? What time do you do that? It was really boring and unnecessary questions. Sounded more like an interrogation.

Eventually Yuta grew so tired of his presence that he mentioned it was lunch time and that he should go home and eat with his wife but he ignored Yuta. Instead he took a seat at the table and said that he would prefer to stay and eat with you. 

It didn’t matter if they brought his food cold or his drink too hot the stubborn man still sat here eating his meal as if it was the best thing ever. He should have slipped something in his drink. He should have done SOMETHING but you would know exactly where to look if something happened to your father.

"So are you always here? Do you ever leave the house or allow my daughter to go out?" He asks.

Yuta stops chewing his food and looked up to see that he was actually being asked something.

"We’re always together no matter what." Yuta says bluntly.

"Ever think of letting her be her own person?"

"Every think of minding your own business? "

You let out a laugh caught to stop them from arguing.

"Father it’s been so nice having you over but me and Yuta have an appointment in an hour and have to prepare to leave." You say.

Yuta looks at you surprised to hear a lie come out of your mouth. Could it be that you could feel the tension? Were you trying to help him out or your father?

"Oh y/n you guys can go and I’ll just stay here until you get bac-"

"Absolutely not." Yuta cuts in.

You let out a nervous laugh as you put your hand on ver your fathers.

"Father you can come another time with mother! It’s so sad that you didn’t bother to bring her."

Something didn’t feel right. Something was off and Yuta couldn’t quite figure it out.

AN: Iv come to terms with the fact that I literally can’t catch my own grammar mistakes. I once turned in a paper report to my professor that had "ass" instead is "as".

[causeilikelix]

Stray Kids Soulmate Smut Au Series

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I have no posting schedule at the moment, all I know is that I'll be writing Felix's last because I know myself and I'll get carried away.

Synopsis under the cut:

In the magical world of soulmates, you can begin looking for them when you turn 21. Once you touch them, the overwhelming urge to consummate the union takes over you until you fulfill the desire.

Bang Chan (18+)

Bodyguard x bratty, younger ward au

Chan is your bodyguard who is determined to keep you out of trouble and protect you from those who want to use you to get to your rich and powerful father.  The only problem?  Trouble is your middle name.  Going out to clubs and getting random guys to grind up on you is one of your favorite pastimes and Chan has to go along with it.  You love how he gets gruff and protective when other people put their hands on you.  With your 21st birthday creeping up on you, these outings get more dangerous since anyone could be your soulmate.  On the fateful night of your 21st birthday, you go out to dance and when you dance with the wrong person, Chan isn’t so sure he can keep his hands off you much longer.

Minho (18+)

Prince x Maid, Bridgerton era au

Part One: 

Everyone in the ton is invited to the final tea party before the Queen announces who will be the lucky lady betrothed to Prince Minho.  Everyone except the help, of course.  It is the final opportunity for eligible ladies of age to meet with the prince to determine if they are soulmates.  The lady you work for has managed to get you into the tea because she’s not interested in the prince and would rather spend time with you.  Bored, you wander around the gardens and you run into a young man who also seems to want to escape.  After some banter, you touch accidentally and you realize this man is your soulmate.  Once you consummate the union, you have to rush away to find your lady in time for the introduction of the prince, only to find out that you just fucked him behind a hedge.  And how he can’t take his eyes off you.

How will you survive if he’s supposed to marry someone else?

Part Two:

Prince x betrothed sister, 40s Italy, past lives au

You are a noble lady who is not quite ready to enter society, being just under 21.  Your older sister, however, is out and your family is in talks with the royal family to betrothe her to the prince if they cannot find his soulmate by the final masquerade ball of the summer.  Luckily, you have no interest in marriage or soulmates, mostly because you think you’ve found yours already.  

In a lonely bookshop that very few frequent, you’ve been sharing secret notes with another reader of your favorite poetry book.  You can’t remember how it began, but all you know is that you have been corresponding anonymously with someone through notes hidden in books and you may be falling in love.  Your multiple attempts to discover the identity of the person have all failed.  Including promising to be at the bookstore on your birthday instead of at the ball.

On the night of the masquerade and your 21st birthday, your sister discovers her soulmate in someone else and begs you to take her place.  You’re torn but ultimately agree.  You dress up in your sister's gown, don your mask, and attend.  While you’re there, you see Prince Minho mingling with other guests and when you lock eyes you get the sinking suspicion that you’ve met him before…

Changbin (18+)

Brothers best friend x reader college au

 Your older brother, Chan, and your neighbor, Changbin, have been best friends since they were kids.  You were just Chan’s little sister for years so you thought that Changbin would never look at you twice, which made your crush on him that much more difficult.  Especially since you eventually developed a friendship with the three of you. Halfway through high school, your family moved away for your dad’s job but you went back to college in your hometown.

Low and behold, you run into Changbin again and your friendship picks up right where it left off.  The two of you reminisce and he invites you to his place to play Mario Kart and watch Jurassic Park, just like old times.  The entire time you’re at his apartment Changbin is nervous around you and you wonder why until you beat him at Mario Kart and tackle him in victory. 

Changbin finds himself torn… between his soulmate and his best friend.

Hyunjin (18+)

Rich CEO x Assistant reader au

You and your boss have been exceedingly careful.  Hwang Hyunjin is rich and successful and gorgeous and every single woman in his company envies your position, allowing you to be close to such an immaculate being.  You, however, find it very stressful.  Since you’re both successful adults who haven’t yet found your soulmates, you have to be very careful and go to extreme lengths on occasion to keep from touching.  You can’t let love get in the way of your work.  It doesn’t stop you from trying to quietly entice him.  You often wear borderline sexy outfits to work with the hopes that one day your hot boss will finally touch you to at least see if you’re soulmates, but he’s so hot that you can’t help but feel aroused in his presence.  You simply wouldn’t know until then. 

One day, Hyunjin has a photoshoot and interview for a high fashion magazine and he looks incredibly delectable.  You stay nearby in case he needs something but you keep to your own work.  While he’s getting pictures taken, the director gives him a prompt and asks him to think about something that makes him hot.  The director wants to sell sex for this collection.  When you look up, Hyunjin is staring straight at you and you are not sure how much longer you can keep your hands to yourself.

Jisung (18+)

College student Jisung x slightly older college student barista reader au

Han Jisung is the bane of your existence.  You’re both in the same major so you take a lot of the same classes and it’s as if he made it his personal mission to annoy you every time he sees you.  He must, because he does.  He does it in small ways, like asking you dumb questions during class just to get you riled up, stealing your pens, and overall being a nuisance.  Why does he pay so much attention to you?

One day while you’re working at the coffee shop you’re the manager of, Jisung comes in for some coffee and specifically requests for you to make it.  Despite the fact that you’re absolutely slammed, you have to comply.  You make his drink and pass it to him, not realizing that your fingers brush in the process.  Jisung’s demeanor changes immediately, instantly getting a little more serious.  You continue working through the rush, wondering why suddenly you feel the intense urge to rail Jisung into the next century.  

Closing suddenly can’t come fast enough.

Lee Felix Yongbok (18+)

Professor x graduate student au

Professor Lee’s class is one of the most coveted on campus.  It fits into multiple fields of study and even the undergrad students desperately want a chance to take a class with him, even though he only teaches at the master level.  You finally get a chance to take his class, lucky since it’s required for you major, and you realize why everyone wants to take his class. 

He’s intelligent, he’s fun, he’s charismatic, and he’s positively stunning.  He’s easily the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid your eyes on.  And even you you’re initially hesitant to act like all the other students in the class and fight for his attention and a chance to touch him just to see if he’s theirs, you find yourself dressing up as well.  Not to impress him!  Not at all.

One day during class, he asks a few people to collect the paper that is due and you happen to be one of the people he calls on.  You gather the papers and ignore the ugly looks from all the others who wish they were in your position.  Professor Lee is teaching with no care in the world until you trip on the bottom stair.  Papers go flying and your cheeks burn.  Professor Lee gasps and helps you gather them while making sure you’re okay.  

Without thinking, you reach for one of the papers at the same time and your fingers brush.  Felix looks at you, eyes dark and he dismisses class without looking away from you.  The class is silent for a moment before he finally tears his eyes away from you.  His demeanor changes and he tells the entire class to leave unless they want to fail.  You begin to scramble away to follow his orders like an obedient little girl but you freeze when he locks you in his gaze again and rasps: “Not you.”

Seungmin (18+ suggestive)

Lawyer x Lawyer au.  Suggestive, no full smut

You and Seungmin have been rivals since law school.  Always trying to best each other in your final grades, who got to be valedictorian (it was you), and the most important: who wins the most cases.  For years, you two have been working for different law firms in the same building and have been keeping a tally of who wins what.  

One day you are pitted against one another in a heated divorce case.  Not your usual type of case, but you took it in order to be against Seungmin.  The case is emotional and dramatic and you find yourself arguing so intensely that the judge orders a break.  You both storm off to the break rooms to console your clients but the hallway is too narrow and for the first time in all these years, you brush arms.  

The arousal is instantaneous and you look at each other in equal surprise.  You each go to your separate chambers to calm your clients down before you excuse yourself.  You seek him out, looking into each office until suddenly someone grabs your arm and pulls you into an empty conference room.  

Of all people, why did it have to be him?

Jeongin (18+ Suggestive)

Tattoo artist x client au.  Suggestive, no full smut.

You are too innocent for your own good.  Jeongin recognizes this in you the second you walk into his tattoo shop in your short pastel skirt and matching top.  You ask him if he has time to do a simple tattoo of a line-art flower on your thigh.  Obsessed with you already, Jeongin quickly reschedules his next appointment and invites you in.  As the only artist in his shop, he can pretty much do whatever he wants.  The walls are covered in his art and you know you’ve come to the right place.  You discuss the tattoo you want, you fill out the paperwork, and sit down in the chair while he prepares the stencil. 

The second his fingers graze your thigh to put the stencil on, several things become apparent to you all at once.  First, he’s the hottest guy you’ve ever seen.  Second is that this hot guy is your soulmate and you can tell by the stickiness growing between your legs.  The third and most important thing?

You forgot to put on underwear this morning.  

And Jeongin?

He can definitely smell it.

[plutaztix]

Finished first draft designs of the hazbin cast- Alastor., Charlie, Angeldust, Nifty , and Vaggie.

Some of them got minor redesigns while others got revamped, so I’ll be going down the line and discussing my reasoning for each one (please note, these are not perfect, and probably are not animator friendly, I did this for fun, and a lot of the decisions I made were because I felt like it. Do not throw a fit if you don’t like them)

Alastor- when redesigning alastor I focused on 3 major details: that he was from the 1920s-1930s, he was from the south, and that he was a “radio demon”. I took away the voodoo stuff cause that felt like a really weird way to associate him with Louisiana culture, and instead went for the more “southern gentleman” feel using the slicked back hair and simple clothes. I also replaced his monocle with a full pair of glasses, because I think not being able to see his eyes makes him more menacing, same thing with the straight teeth. I made his color palette into warm browns to kind of give the vibe of an old timey radio- with a highlight of gold as well. Side note: I like to imagine he doesn’t open his mouth, and instead it just lights up like an actual radio- cause I think that’s cool character flavor. I also kept his deer motif cause ,apparently, it was supposed to connect with how he died- plus I’m always a sucker for the kind of evil character that has an innocent animal theme, super fun. (Also his microphone is sentient and does change the text depending on the situation)

Charlie Morningstar- I think Charlie is a lovely character, she’s one of favorites, but she felt pretty plain in some aspects. I learned that she was kind of inspired by porcelain dolls, which gave me an interesting idea of making into kind of a “devils Pinocchio”- because what’s more innocent than a doll imbued with the power of her father’s dreams? So I really leaned into the soft friendly doll look, giving her ball joints and large eyes that stare into your soul. I softened a lot of her colors and gave her rounder shapes as well as leaning into the goat aspects of her character, because i thought it could be fun to have her play off the deer motif that alastor has.

Angel Dust- My boy , my good lad. He is also pretty solid when it comes to design , however- HE DID NOT LOOK LIKE A SPIDER. I had no idea that his freckles were supposed to be eyes until I rewatched it. Soooo I definitely tried to make him more spider like by making his eyes more prominent and giving him pointy side burns that act as mandibles. I also gave him him his spider butt and some weird ass legs. Oh and , unrelated, I like to imagine he does burlesque.

Nifty- MY FAVORITEE , I love nifty guys, she’s my POOKIE bear. When going into her design I knew I wanted to make her look older since I thought it was weird how much she was infantilized so I gave her lipstick and pearl earrings to make her look more like a refine 1950s housewife, as well as give her an apron and cleaning gloves to make her feel more like a maid. I also leaned into her subtle bug theme by giving her antennae, and giving polka dots on her dress for a very subtle lady bug theme (cause she’s my little lady). Some more small things I gave her a little swirl in her bangs to call back to victory rolls, as well as some subtle hints of green to call back to the uranium craze of that time.

Vaggie- she was difficult. Initially, I had no idea what I wanted to do with her, but I think that’s also because she’s not a very fleshed out character? Her whole story is kind of , Support Charlie and be a fallen angel.(still love chaggie tho) So I took some creative liberties, and gave her a more mature look- with some periwinkle to act as a subtle hint to her angelic nature. I also gave her the monocle from alastor design cause I thought it made more sense for her? Like, if anyone is gonna have the one eyed visual aid it’s gonna be the bitch with one eye. It also makes her look more matured? And I gave her a moth broach to call back to her moth inspo.

Annnd that’s it! I’ll be working on the next batch soon, which will likely have husk and sir pentious, if you have any other people you wanna see lmk!

[a-roguish-gambit]

Oh goddddd. Something I reblogged earlier today has given me the best/worst x men brainrot

X-Men maid cafe.

It starts out simple enough with a need for money to help cover maintenance costs at the school. Shit gets blown up/destroyed all the time there. Tis expensive AF.

The queer community is the most mutant friendly out there and many of the X-Men are some flavor of not straight so Charles puts it up to Scott and the others to come up with a way to do a 50/50 split donation drive of sorts in combination with the local LGBT rights org for the school and the org at a local pride festival.

People are brainstorming shit and aren't coming up with anything and then morph jokes "lol what if we did that shit they do in all the super power school animes where they have a maid cafe"

The girls all roll their eyes. Most of the guys look unamused. Jean Grey telepathically flicks a paperclip at them. Then Gambit speaks up, suddenly very enthusiastic about the idea and tries to encourage the others to do the idea.

Storm immediately shuts him down. Jean grey tries to challenge him "sure we can do that...except in the spirit of pride it should be a drag cafe. Women as butlers, men as maids" hoping it would scare him off.

Gambit just looks more enthused. "PERFECT! GAMBIT LOVES DAT IDEA!"

The room is silent. Storm, jean, and rogue share surprised looks before shrugging their shoulders and voting yes. Kurt, Bobby, and morph are up for it too. With majority vote they go through with it.

Gambit and jean fight over the menu. Gambit wanting a full restaurant style menu going and Jean furiously reminding him that this is only going to be up for like a week and none of his choices are cafe food.

They some how manage to get Logan into the outfit and he looks like an angry cat some child played dress up with.

Jubilee working the kitchen and sending the items out with the gayest most sparkling presentation.

Bobby was declared the milkshake king by a group of LGBT gen Zers.

They have donation jars marked with each server's name labeled "tell us which server is your favorite" Hank and Kurt are tied for first place.

Hank is so confused people keep telling him he's amazing and wonderful and keeping asking him for hugs even if they are not attracted to him at all.

Local poetry lesbians have adopted him as their group guy friend.

Kurt: "vy do že keep calling me 'twink'? Pretty sure it's a compliment but I vish I knew vat it meant."

The bi community stanning rogue and gambit. The same group of 10 or so bi peeps coming in and stuffing their jars with ones.

They ended up coming up with x men themed treats. There's cupcakes with little red candy sunglasses on them for cyclops, and a midnight blue flan style pudding with strawberries for nightcrawler. And of course Remy beignet.

Charles is oblivious to this until they open up shop. Goes in to check out how stuff is going, sees just students in non X-Men costumes and just....processes for a few minutes before saying "good work. Have fun" and wheeling himself out the door.

Idk this is probably dumb but I love it ok let them do stupid stuff

[smilesrobotlover]

Kidnapping of the Princess

I wanted to write a little thing from where Leon and Veran met and fought during the kidnapping of Tetra. It started out with it being in third person but I changed it to first person where it was Leon telling the colors about what happened. So that was a fun experiment haha. It’s def not perfect and it’s something that’d be easier to show through a comic but oh well. Hope you guys like it regardless :)

Warning for kidnapping, character death, and injury

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The memory of the day has never left my mind, still remaining there like a scar to remind me of what happened, what I failed to do.

It started as a joyful day, with the workers preparing the castle with decorations, the bakers prepping the most tasteful and elaborate cakes, and the seamstresses creating the most elegant dresses. A lot of work, for the princesses’ first birthday.

I remember I thought it was too much for babies; they’d never remember the party, but the whole castle was excited for it. You—well, I suppose Link—was only learning to walk, which made keeping track of you difficult, but you loved the decorations, just as excited for the party as everyone else despite not understanding what was happening.

The party started early due to the twins’ strict sleep schedule, and the Knights of Hyrule and I were focused on keeping everyone safe. I kept my eye out despite the crowded room, but people were simply dancing, eating, and drinking to their heart's content. The princesses were on their little thrones, playing with their toys and crawling around while the First Knight, Sir Arthur, kept people from trying to touch or play with them. I remember while I was trying to do my job, you—Link, escaped the maids and somehow found me, your little legs toddling through the crowd. Goddesses you never failed to give me a heart attack. The party was truly… fun, with you there with me, with everyone cheering and singing with the music, with the princesses squealing at every gift opened for them. I hate parties, but I was enjoying myself. Sir Arthur teased me relentlessly for it, bless that man.

In the middle of the party, the king gave a toast to his daughters, which I think was a mistake for what happened that night.

“To my first daughter, Zelda, who came into the world first with a powerful cry,” he had started, raising his drink while holding her. “I know you will be the ruler Hyrule needs. I love you so much my sweet Zelda.”

Princess Zelda was always a daddy’s girl—she loved him very much. But the second princess was a momma’s girl, and she held her hands up to the queen to be held before the king could do his next toast.

“To my second daughter, who came into the world after her sister with a gentle sob. I know that despite not inheriting the crown, that you will make the world a better place, and that you will be a strong foundation and example for Hyrule. I love you—I am blessed by the Golden Three themselves.” The king had started weeping at that point, with a long moment of silence grew as he tried to collect himself in his speech. “I could lose my riches, my castle, and my power and still be the richest man alive.”

The crowd clapped, with the king hugging and kissing his wife and daughters. It was truly heartwarming to see, and the crowd dispersed to continue their merry ways. The party was supposed to last all through the night despite the princesses retiring early, but the king and queen suddenly grew weary and tired, and they retired with them. I supposed that should’ve been a sign, but we thought nothing of it. I knew since having a one-year-old of my own that it’s exhausting, so I foolishly believed everything was ok.

To my surprise, Sir Arthur allowed me to retire with you since you were tired as well, so I walked with the maids to our room, which allowed me to pass by the royal’s room when it happened. The guards in front greeted me, and I gave them a nod, hoping to get away before they tried to converse with me, but there was a loud crash in the room, followed by crying. Without thinking, I burst through the room, with the soldiers following closely behind, and I saw her.

A tall figure loomed over one of the princess’s cribs, a broken vase between them, Zelda crying, and her sister squirming in the stranger’s hold. The king and queen were passed out on the floor, and I realized that they had been drugged. It was all a trap, a plan and a ploy to get to the princesses!

I shouted for the guards, ordered the two with me to secure Zelda and the king and queen, and ran after the stranger, but she crashed through the window before I could reach her, the only part of her face showing being her sinister smile. She fell from the window to the ground uninjured, but I didn’t let that stop me. I grabbed rope I had in my pack and jumped out myself, using it to safely land in the courtyard. She was far ahead of me, floating as she ran away with the crying princess, but I continued running for her, ignoring the pain in my knees.

The woods were dark and far more twisted than I remembered, and I found myself nearly tripping to the ground as I followed the kidnapper. There was a moment where I lost them, the sound of the princess’s cries echoing out through the trees, and Sir Arthur suddenly appeared to my surprise.

“Leon! What happened?” He had asked, and I simply spun in circles, trying to listen to where the cries were coming from.

“The second princess was taken, I don’t know where they went!”

“Calm yourself, perhaps there are tracks for us to follow?”

I remember glancing at the ground, only to find no tracks, and the memory of the kidnapper floating away played through my mind.

“There are no tracks,” I explained, “the kidnapper is—is like a ghost.”

Sir Arthur nodded. “Then let us listen for the princess.”

Sir Arthur always knew how to be calm during an emergency, and I found my breathing slowing as he rested his hand on shoulder which grounded me. We both closed our eyes and remained silent, hearing the princess’s cries grow quieter and quieter. But we knew where they were coming from. Sir Arthur pointed into the trees and nodded at me, and I nodded back. We sprinted through the woods, the cries growing louder and louder until we finally caught up with the kidnapper, who was simply standing in a clearing while trying to cover the princess’s mouth.

“Quiet you, you little brat,” she hissed, but she spotted us, her strange mask that hid her eyes facing the both of us. “Well, looks like you caught up with me.”

I remember her voice was strangely beautiful and smooth, almost mesmerizing to listen to, but there was a hint of malice that stopped it from being truly beautiful.

“Let go of the princess,” Sir Arthur ordered, his voice steady and firm.

“Or you’ll what?” The kidnapper asked, a teasing tone in her voice.

“We’ll do what we must,” he simply replied, and he lunged towards her before I could even think. The kidnapper seemed shocked as well, barely dodging the attack.

“Careful, you might harm the little princess,” she laughed, twirling around as Sir Arthur attacked. I lunged as well, aiming for the woman’s legs to hopefully incapacitate her without harming the princess. It was strange with the way she moved. I genuinely couldn’t tell if she was somehow floating, or if she was just tall, but she towered over the two of us. She was also quick despite her size, but she quickly grew flustered trying to dodge the knights while holding tight to the sobbing princess, and she let out a yelp when Sir Arthur cut the fabric on her back, leaving it completely bare. She stopped and panted for a moment, but soon simply smiled as she backed up against the tree, her white teeth shining in the moonlight, and eight, glowing red wings appeared behind her now that they were free from the clothes. I could never forget the feeling of dread I felt when I saw that. She was a great fairy.

I looked over at Arthur just as she launched magic at him, sending him flying into the trees where he crumpled to the ground.

“Sir Arthur!” I had called out, and my first instinct was to run to him, even when the great fairy laughed and flew away with the princess. The First Knight was… weak when I got to him, but there was a fire in his eyes as he gripped my forearm, a pleading expression on his face.

“Save… the princess…” he breathed out, and though I didn’t want to leave him, I nodded solemnly, standing up when he let me go. I had a duty to Hyrule, and I couldn’t fail.

I heard the laughter of the great fairy echoing through the trees as I followed her, fire flowing through my veins that pushed me to run faster. I had my sword drawn, and I caught up to the great fairy, spotting her beautiful wings amongst the dark forest. I hopped on a boulder before aiming my sword down at her, and she spotted me seconds before I could hit her. My sword sank into the ground, but I pulled it out as the great fairy sneered at me.

“I suppose I should get rid of you too,” she huffed, and she laid the princess on the ground before facing me fully, magic in the air making my hair stand on end.

The princess continued to cry, and I don’t know if it was my dedication to my duty, or my own fatherly instincts kicking in, but I knew that I would do whatever it took to save her.

I had fought many tough foes in my life, but none of them compared to fighting a great fairy. Her magic was terrifying, with explosions happening left and right, thorny vines bursting from the ground and threatening to bind me, and I even felt her try to enter my very soul, but I stopped her before she could control me.

“Come on little knight, you can’t defeat me to save the princess?” She taunted, nearly lighting me on fire. I was able to land a few hits on her, but her size and strength made my slices mere scratches, but I never stopped. I hoped that even if I couldn’t stop her myself, that I’d be able to hold her there until the rest arrived. Eventually, I dodged her charging at me, her sharp nails threatening to gouge out my eyes, and I swung my sword up, cutting off her beautiful wings.

Her scream deafened all the sounds in the woods and she fell while clawing at her back. I simply turned and sprinted for the princess, who was sitting up on her knees in confusion. Oh the poor thing…

I had her. I picked her up, I cradled her in my arms, I brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes, and then everything went dark.

I don’t know what the great fairy did to me, but the next thing I remembered were knights hovering over me, cutting off thick vines and roots constricting me.

“Leon, are you ok? Say something!” Valansuela shouted in a desperate attempt to wake me, and I was released from the bonds and helped up. I was confused, for I remembered standing and holding the princess. But here I was, almost stuffed inside a tree, the dawn breaking, and the great fairy gone with the princess. I had failed…

On top of it all, the first knight of Hyrule, Sir Arthur, was killed in the battle.

The morning of the kidnapping was… drastically different from the night before. The king and queen were distraught over their second daughter’s kidnapping, the soldiers were searching every inch of the kingdom to find her, and the knights were mourning their leader. I was sent straight to medic because of the injuries I sustained while unconscious, and despite actually fighting her, no one believed that a great fairy kidnapped the princess. Perhaps they were in denial that such a divine being would do such a thing, or they thought I had grown mad from the fight, but I know what I saw. I know what she was, and she killed my friend. It was beyond frustrating to deal with, but I was too… tired to try to convince them.

As grim as it seems though, I am… grateful that I was injured, because I had a few weeks to myself recovering. I… can’t tell you how many sleepless nights I had after that night. Nightmares of the princess’s cries, the great fairy coming for revenge, and you being stolen away from me plagued my mind. I couldn’t let you out of my sight, so much so that I would sometimes watch you while you slept, as if looking away would cause you to be stolen away. I’m just glad that I could stay with you until I felt… fine enough to leave you with the maids.

I’ve never forgotten the great fairy though, no matter how many people tried to convince me she wasn’t a great fairy. The memory of her wings, her scream, her smile… I just could never forget it. I always try to keep my eye out for her, and I’ve even gone searching for her once. But just like all the soldiers searching for the princess, I came up empty.

And it saddens me deeply to know that she was never found. The king and queen never got closure on what happened to her due to passing away when you were about five, and Zelda never got to remember her sister. It's just… I wish I could’ve done better for her. I wish I didn’t fail…

No matter what people tell you boys, please know that anything is capable of evil acts, even creatures like fairies. Be wary of every stranger, creature, and animal that comes your way. You never know what they are planning, and what they’ll do to you.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Nobody's Girl - Chapter Fifteen + Epilogue.

I am so sorry this took so many months to deliver on, besties, but better late than never, huh? Big thanks to all of you who've enjoyed the story, I've been nothing short of thrilled over how well it's been received.

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen

Taglist - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 3,918

Warnings - Adult content throughout, minors DNI!

“Dolly! C’mon, up and at ‘em!” 

The rapid drumming of hands upon her bedroom door preceded Greta’s entrance, Emily stirring groggily, awoken from a bizarre dream that involved her turning up at the speakeasy to find Angelo and Donny furiously juicing hundreds of oranges. She had no idea what that meant, if anything at all, but it had been a hilarious sight, the two gangsters donned in aprons, complete with hair nets, juicing away surrounded by cases packed with the small, dimpled fruits.  

“What time is it?” she muttered, rubbing her face sleepily. 

“Seven! The exact time you told me to wake you. I’ve got the maid bringing our breakfast up, we’re sequestering up here. Maggie is on her way, come on! Up!” 

Who needed a drill sergeant when you had Greta Bianchi?  

Throwing the covers off herself, Emily sorely regretted her request to be awoken so early, but in part that was all Greta’s fault, too, stating that they’d need a good four hours to get themselves ready.  

“Okay, so I’ll do Maggie’s hair first, then Milania’s, then yours and then mine. We need to allow plenty of time to do makeup, and we want an hour to be nice and relaxed first before the chaos of the day begins to swirl.” 

To Emily’s bleary eyes, that chaos was already in full tornado, powered by Greta herself. And then Maggie.  

“Mornin’, darl! You gotta get a wash now while the bathroom is free. I’ve told ya guy to stay the hell where he is. Fuckin’ love it, gettin’ to boss my boss around now I ain’t in work mode!” she grinned, greeting her with a big kiss to her cheek.  

With everything continuing to whirl around her, she padded out of her bedroom to go and wash, disturbed only once by Alessio running in to hug her legs and then take a pee while she cleaned her teeth. While he was there, she helped get him washed, transporting him back down the hallway and into the arms of Luca’s mother, who was of course over from England for the wedding.  

A small fuss arose, Audrey gently reprimanding her grandson while Emily made a break for freedom, telling him he could come and sit with her again once he was ready. The bargain worked, Alessio going somewhat happily with his grandmother while Emily returned to the bedroom, where the maid was in the middle of pouring out coffee while Greta buttered toast.  

“So, sugar. How are those nerves, huh?” Maggie asked, taking a bite out of one of those slices of toast as they sat down.  

“Non-existent,” she revealed, smiling happily. “I’m marrying the love of my life, there’s nothing to feel nervous about really.” 

Her friend smiled, a beaming grin of pride. “Ain’t you just the cutest, darl. Bet you never thought this was where you’d end up, huh?” 

God, no. She’d arrived in all their lives as little Emily Jayne Mortensen, the lost waif from San Francisco, and here she was, about the marry the most powerful man within the New York underworld. Nothing could have foretold this outcome.  

The morning seemed to breeze by in a whirl of getting ready, Emily helped into her gown by her friends, all the while feeling the glaring eyes of Milania at her back. Adjusting the lace at the front of her dress, her heart suddenly skipped, her eyes widening. 

“Oh god, what is that?” 

Greta frowned, not able to immediately see anything. “What’s what, dolly?” 

“Oh boy, I see it,” Maggie gasped, touching a finger to the dark mark upon her dress, sniffing. “It’s your perfume oil, sugar.” 

“Oh, heck!” she cried, her insides beginning to spin into a tizz. Not today, not her wedding day having a hitch of a very noticeable stain on her dress. “I must’ve gotten some on my hands, but I don’t smell it on them. How on earth did it get there?” 

“Well, while you mull it over, I’ll go grab some club soda, see if we can dab it out with a cloth.” Off Maggie rushed, leaving Emily standing there resting a hand to her forehead, Greta quick to light her a cigarette she took with thanks. It was while she was placing her golden case down on the dresser again that she noticed it in the mirror, the smug smirk of the teenage girl sitting across the other side of the room.  

“Young lady, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about this, would you?” Greta questioned, straightening and resting her hands to her hips. 

Milania shrugged, examining her nails. “I have no idea what you mean. I’m going to go wait downstairs. I’ll tell everyone you might be late, step mommy dearest.”  

Of course, it wouldn’t be out of the realms of imagination to consider sabotage. After all, Emily only ever applied her perfume oil with the elegant glass bottle stopper; getting it onto her hands was a slim chance.  

“Now, you listen here,” Greta began, Milania rolling her eyes before she sauntered from the room, her start to go after her halted by Emily’s soft grasp upon her forearm. 

“No, darling. Not now. She’s looking for a rise, I’m not going to give her one. She’s just looking to cause trouble in any way she can, and I shan’t grant her that wish on my wedding day.” 

Greta couldn’t believe her composure there, but then again Emily was always the serene one. “Well, alright, dolly. If you insist.” 

Maggie arrived back with cloths and a bottle of club soda, as well as a little handful of assorted flowers. “Plan B, in case I can’t get the stain out. I’ll fix together a little corsage and hide it.” 

She’d never have thought to do that. “Oh, that’s a good idea!” 

“See?” she quipped, her red lips curling into a grin. “I ain’t just big tits, a smart yap and pretty face.” 

“But those count for so much, too,” Emily said with a little wink, trying hard to keep things light when inside, her tummy was rolling over. It had affected her, her soon-to-be stepdaughter exacting her spite in such a way, and on this, the happiest day of her life. She couldn’t dwell on it, though, lest become a nervous wreck.  

With the stain not moving much from Maggie’s efforts, plan B was put into motion, the barmaid taking one of her long, slim brooches and threading each flower through the back of the pin, affixing it with the front against her breast so the little cluster of flowers sat forward, hiding the stain completely.  

“There we go! Gotcha lookin’ all perfect, sweetie pie. Right, shall we get you married next?”  

Emily hugged her gently, giving a little air kiss save dotting her cheek with lipstick. “Oh, for sure!” 

A few other little details were attended to, the trio heading down the stairs once the bride was ready, Angelo waiting at the bottom for her, smiling with pride. 

“Look at ya, toots,” he grinned, holding out his arm, “You look beautiful. He ain’t gonna know what’s hit him, I’m tellin’ ya!” With no father in her life, she had asked him to give her away, Angelo beyond honoured at her request, accepting immediately. Leading her through the lounge, the swirl of violins and a cello began playing the wedding march, Greta and Maggie stepping out first down the flower line aisle.  

Luca didn’t turn around until Emily was halfway up, standing with his sons whom he’d adorably chosen as his best men, his face alight with pride to see the vision in white walking towards him. He’d first met her in tattered, white lace, and now here she was, pristine, radiant, about to become his wife.  

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so happy. Or lucky.  

Before their family and friends, they recited their vows, Emily having her tears of happiness wiped away by Luca’s thumb as she became a little choked by emotion, barely able to believe where her life had led her. She still felt like the dirt-poor little waif from San Francisco, and there she was, marrying a man of great power and wealth, in the grounds of their upstate mansion. The truth was, Luca could have been just as impoverished as she once was, and she’d love him just as much. 

They were pronounced man and wife to huge, rousing cheer, exchanging a kiss, Emily’s brand-new stepsons bursting with glee as they hugged her. Milania, predictably yet lamentably, remained in her seat with a face like thunder. The rest of the day swirled so rapidly that neither had time to notice her sour mood, from posing for photographs down by the lake and around the grounds, to sitting down to eat before drinking and dancing took precedence, nobody paid much attention to Milania at all. 

That wasn’t to say she wasn’t noticed, though. 

Moving to the parlour at the front of the vast homestead, it was the one place in the house that Milania still felt the lingering presence of her mother, since Filomena had been the one to decorate it. Sumptuous, deep oranges and reds complimented the dark oak furniture, the young girl sighing as she smoothed her hand down one of the heavy drapes. God, how she missed her.  

“Hey babydoll.”  

Turning, she saw Jakie Esposito enter the room, eldest son of Carmine Esposito, an associate of her fathers from the city. In truth, he was the kind of young man she should have set her sights upon for future marriage, yet there’d always been something about him she’d never really liked, finding him a little creepy.  

“Hi, Jakie. Listen, not to be rude, but I just wanna be alone, okay?” she began, leaning back against the end of the deep red chaise. “I’m not in the mood for company.” 

“Yeah?” He lifted his chin, looking like her request didn’t apply to him, or rather, like it shouldn’t apply to him. “Well, bein’ alone with you is exactly what I was lookin’ for, sugar pie.” 

Narrowing her eyes, she stormed towards the door, swerving him. “I’m damned tired of having people not listen to me!”  

“Oh, I hear ya, Milania,” he spoke, reaching to grab her arm and pull her back against his chest, ensnaring her in his long-limbed grasp. “I hear you playin’ hard to get. Don’t you be teasing me, sweetie. You know you want it.” 

She was aghast, and suddenly quite scared. “What I want is to be left alone, so leave me!” She tried to pull herself free, a struggle unfolding, Jakie very reluctant to give up his claim. Oh, this was great. First her father had married a woman she couldn’t stand, and now she was having to fend off being groped. It was not Milania Changretta’s day. Speaking of that woman she so loathed, though, who just happened to be passing the parlour right at that moment... 

“What in the world is going on in here?” she cried, coming in through the open door after hearing the commotion. “Get your hands off of her!” 

“Hey, hey, we’re just havin’ fun!” he protested, Emily’s jaw dropping further at his audacity. 

“Fun? Oh, because girls who are having fun are really pulling that hard to free themselves, aren’t they? Let her go right now, you little swine! Do not try me here, Jakie!” 

“Try you?” he scoffed, snickering as Milania finally wrenched herself away from him, scuttling backwards. “And who are you to try?” 

“Who am I?” she spluttered, her eyes narrowing as she picked up a fire poker, approaching him at speed to jam it beneath his chin as she backed him against the wall. She thanked god for sending her the courage she needed in that moment, because the boy needed to hear it, needed to heed too, exactly who she was.  

“I’m the wife of the biggest mafia boss in New York, that’s who I am. But of course, since you’re at my goddamned wedding and your father is an associate of my husband, you should understand that already. Or did you think that the association in question meant you have special privileges? Trust me, kid, they don’t extend to you putting your hands on my daughter. Ever.” 

The boy gulped, the gravitas of his lecherous faux pas hitting him, Emily continuing. “Now, if you swear to me that this was a onetime incident, a huge mistake on your part and offer a sincere apology to Milania, I won’t tell Luca what you did and we move on. If you don’t, my husband will rain hellfire down upon you. Got it?” 

“Yeah,” Jakie breathed, his forehead beading with sweat, “yeah, Mrs. Changretta. I get it.” He then turned to Milania, who folded her arms, cocking her head with a smirk. “I’m sorry, I’ll never treat you like that again.”  

“Damned right, you won’t,” she spoke, lifting her chin, her confidence restored.  

Emily lowered the poker, the boy going to walk away. “Oh, and just one more thing, Jakie.” Bringing the lowered poker up between his legs, she hit him straight in the balls with it, the kid grunting as he doubled over. “That goes for any other girls, too. I’ve got my eye on you.”  

He straightened as best he could, hobbling out of the room, Emily placing the poker back beside the fireplace, impressed as hell with her display of mettle. On the inside, she felt jitters, but she’d be damned before letting them show. She then turned to Milania, expecting a likely tirade. “I know things between us aren’t good, honey, and I know you’re probably mad as hell at me for calling you my daughter, but...” 

Her sentence was cut off when the girl flew into her arms, wrapping her in a tight hug. “I’m sorry, Emily. I’m really, really sorry! Thank you, for looking after me just then, with him.” Sobbing, she paused a moment. “Thank you for looking after me all the time, too.” 

Her fire in the situation, the ferocity of her maternal instincts to protect had surprised her greatly, but truly, the greatest surprise of all was having her stepdaughter finally drop the icy divide she’d been wedging between them for months. “Of course, love. We’re family, and I take that very seriously. There’s no way he’s behaving like such a pig on my watch, no way at all.”  

“I know, but I’ve been so awful to you,” she sniffed, Emily drying her eyes with her fingertips. “And you really love me, love us, don’t you?” 

She smiled, cocking her head. “Took you long enough to notice, huh?” 

Laughter sounded then, from them both. “I... yeah. Yeah, I guess so. Shucks, I feel so bad. I ruined your dress and all, spoke to you like you were trash. I don’t know why either. You’ve always been so kind to us all.” 

Steering her to the chaise, they took a seat, Emily grasping her hands. “Because you saw me taking the place your mom used to occupy, and you didn’t like it. I can’t blame you for that, honey. Divorce is probably toughest on the children, seeing their family fracture. Then of course, the unthinkable that happened to you all, losing your mommy. I don’t ever want to replace her, you know. Just be here for you and love you as your stepmom.” 

Nodding, Milania rested her head to her shoulder, Emily wrapping an arm around her. “Thank you. Again.” 

“You’re welcome,” she whispered, kissing her forehead. “Again.” 

Their soft chuckles sounded through the silence of the room, Milania taking a few minutes to compose herself before they left, arm in arm. Heading back through to the throngs of people, Luca could barely believe his eyes when he took them in, his smile broadening as he sank his drink and approached his girls. 

“Now, I’m telling ya, this is a sight I’ve been waitin’ on,” he spoke warmly, reaching to stroke Milania’s cheek with the back of his finger, watching his daughter smile shyly as she rested her head against her stepmother’s shoulder. “Why the change of heart?” 

Milania looked up at Emily before her eyes found her fathers, shrugging a little. “Because Em is the best.”  

God, she wasn’t wrong. Folding an arm around them both, with elegant piano music playing, the three began to dance together, swaying gently, Luca swallowing the massive lump that stuck like a small crab apple in the side of his throat. Life just kept on getting more beautiful, and while he wasn’t sure whether he – with his darkness and many misdeeds – truly deserved it on a pure level, he knew his wife and daughter did. 

Emily rested her head to his chest, reaching to stroke Milania’s cheek, mouthing ‘I love you’, having the girl repeat those same three words to her, a little happy tear trickling down her cheek as she looked over to where Greta nudged Angelo with her elbow, pointing to the happy scene. They both raised their champagne glasses, smiling widely. 

If anything was worth a toast, truly, it was having her family whole.  

“Betcha real relieved that all came up roses there, aintcha, boss?” Angelo spoke a time later, he and Luca standing to the side of the room, watching Emily, Milania and his boys all dancing together in a circle, their hands joining them. 

He laughed for a moment at little Alessio trying to keep up, and Guiseppe with his two left feet. “I am, yeah. Couldn’t be happier with how it’s all played out.”  

Standing there observing such a warming sight, he silently thanked god again for what must’ve been the thousandth time for sending Emily into his life, a woman of such strength, sweetness and grace. He truly couldn’t have married a better woman; one he looked forward to spending the rest of his life with.  

As for Emily herself, as she twirled and laughed with her children, her old life felt a thousand years behind her. Gone were the days of scratching around in poverty, a slave to a drunken mother who barely knew she existed, then used a tool to make money from with her card counting skills when she misguidedly thought she’d at last found her freedom. This was her life now. Luca, the children, the baby she’d birth early the following year, and her wonderful friends. 

It was with further happy tears as she realised it; her life was finally all she’d ever dreamed it would be. 

Epilogue 

The house seemed oddly quiet, given the gravitas of what had happened there on that freezing cold February morning, Greta and Maggie bustling, Luca sinking whiskey in the lounge while in the bedroom, his wife battled to bring the newest member of the family into the world.  

Ivy Elizabeth Changretta had finally made her appearance a week late on February 17th, 1925, weighing a very healthy eight pounds and six ounces, her screams filling the apartment as outside, the snow had poured down. Now it was just the family, the elder children pacified themselves, Emily slept, and Luca stood at the window with his tiny daughter contentedly sleeping in his arms.  

“I was sure you were gonna be a boy, kid,” he spoke, bouncing her when she awoke and began to mildly fuss. “I guess it evens the balance a little, though, don’t it? Three fellas and three dames. Kinda perfect if you look at it like that.”  

“Daddy, I made some lunch if you’re hungry? It’s just sandwiches. We’re waiting on the grocery delivery, but I called them up and they said it’s all backing up right now because of all the orders they have coming in,” Milania suddenly spoke from the doorway, coming to his side, beaming at her brand-new sister. 

“You’re a good girl,” he replied, kissing her head and passing Ivy into her arms. “I’ll call ‘em back and tell ‘em there’s fifty bucks in it for ‘em if they hurry their asses up. You watch your sister for me.”  

Milania beamed, holding the tiny baby carefully. “She’s so pretty. She looks just like mama Em.” 

She’d taken them both very much by surprise at that, the first time she’d referred to Emily as such, Luca touched, his wife bursting into tears. Even more so when the boys swiftly began referring to her as that, too. Mama Em, or sometimes just mama; it was definitely preferrable to some of the names Milania had reserved for her stepmother in the past.  

While her father went out to the telephone, Milania cradled her sister, thinking how she couldn’t wait until she was a few years older and could set herself the same goal; meet a nice guy, start a family. She had her sights set firstly on getting herself a good job, wanting to go to college and study fashion, something Emily was very keenly encouraging, even if her father wasn’t quite so on board. He could be a little antiquated in his thinking at times, but she knew he’d never stop her if it made her happy. 

Emily would never allow that to happen for one thing.  

When the baby began to fuss more than she could soothe, Milania figured she was probably hungry, taking her through to the bedroom. 

“Sorry, mama,” she apologised, Emily stirring and stretching as she sat up carefully. “I think she’s hungry.” 

“I think you’re right, honey.” Taking Ivy, she slipped her nightdress down, the baby latching immediately, smiling as Milania stroked her little wisps of dark hair softly with her finger. “Did our grocery delivery arrive yet?” 

“No, but daddy is on the telephone with them, greasing their palms to get it here sooner rather than later,” she spoke, “and if you’re hungry, I made sandwiches. Baked the bread myself. It’s real easy when you know how.” 

Indeed, for it had been Emily to teach her. “You’re an angel, that’d be great. Tell you what, I’ll get little one here fed and then come join you all in the lounge. Your dad will likely try and shoo me back in here, but I’ve slept a good four hours. I want to be with my family.” 

True to her prediction, as soon as she appeared in the lounge, placing Ivy into her bassinette, Luca did attempt to try and convince her that she should be resting in bed.  

“Ya just gave birth seven hours ago, doll. You need your rest.” 

She shrugged lightly, pulling her silky down around herself a little tighter. “I can rest on the couch.”  

At that, Milania had raced to fluff pillows, running to the linen cupboard and fetching a big blanket, too, helping her stepmother get comfortable and wheeling the bassinette over to the side of the couch. She then dutifully fetched some sandwiches and a cup of tea for her, sitting down and gently raising Emily’s feet to rest in her lap, tucking the blanket beneath them.  

She truly had straightened out to become nothing short of a wonderful young girl, as her parents always hoped that she would. 

Looking around the room, bathed in the soft blow from the lights and the amber hue of the roaring fire, Emily might have been tired, but god, she was so content. Just her, a loving husband, and four gorgeous children.  

It was then that it truly hit her; she wasn’t nobody’s girl any longer. Now, she was theirs. 

The End. 

[new-tella-us]

So this is a part 2.

I'm not really into the "Yandere" genre anymore, I used to be when I was younger... which is a little concerning but hey everyone goes through a "toxic love" phase, hopefully. But my old obsession gives me some knowledge of how it's written.

Yandere Damien...oh boy.

Here's my idea as I don't see too many people pull this. What if the brothers were included in his possessive behavior. Now, of course, the brotherly love he has for his family is not the same as the romantic love he has for Mika but the results can be similar.

He's made himself entirely dependent on his brothers and Mika, unable to see a world where they eventually part ways. Now for Mika, that's not too much of a problem. She isn't leaving him and she's mainly safe. No, it's his brothers that start the first crack in his breaking point.

They're falling in love and that didn't bother him but, they're now considering moving out. They're leaving him behind. They're not leaving him alone but he won't see them everyday anymore. How can he confirm that they're safe if they aren't close enough for his mindreading to work? The one good thing about his powers is that it confirms that everyone he loves is alive.

The second crack happens when he made the mistake of visiting the Pink Lady Cafe. It was a special event that Mika wanted all the boys and their girlfriends to come to. They had a maid theme and all the employees dressed up in their most flattering outfits. At first, it was fun but then Damien's mindreading made him peer into the thoughts of the men around him. Many of their thoughts were... impure to say the least. Many of their impure thoughts were directed at Mika and it made Damien's blood boil. If it weren't for his self control, he would have probably attacked some of the ones with the worst thoughts.

The third and final crack would come from the actions of those around Mika. Friends always asking to hang out, family taking her away, work always asking Mika for overtime. He could barely see her anymore and she looked so exhausted. Always complaining about how the other employees would call in sick, knowing that she would pick up their slack or how classmates like Lisette wouldn't participate in group projects, making her so frustrated. Damien ignored all the good times Mika had with others to feed his confirmation bias that she was secretly miserable. And it wasn't just her, small relationship or job issues his brothers had turned into huge red flags in his mind.

And then, he made up his mind. He would remove these stressors from their lives. He's not a violent guy, he wasn't going to hurt anyone. But slowly, one by one, each brother was calling for a fun brothers' day. And every time that happened, they never came back. Mika quit her job and stopped going outside too.

Everyone, the girlfriends, the friends, Mika's parents, hell even K tried to figure out what was going on. But Damien is a very good actor. Anyone who asked got the same answers. "I don't know where my brothers are, they aren't answering their phones", "Mika doesn't want to talk to you". And sure enough, when Mika's parents finally stopped accepting Damien's answer, he got Mika to parrot what he said. She yelled at her own parents, telling them to not contact her anymore.

Meanwhile, when the doors finally shut, all of Mika's "anger" faded into pure terror at the man that just made her isolate herself from her friends and family. She sits at the dining room table with all the other boys as they are forced to act like how life once was. Not even their thoughts were safe. They forced themselves to block out all their negative thoughts to seem like they agreed with Damien inside and out.

And from Damien's perspective? It's all in their best interest, and maybe one day, they'll agree. After all, memory is fallible, and if you think something enough, you'll be convinced that it's true.

Annnnnd I'm done with yandere stuff for a while

This was part 2 of 2

Here's part 1

[writingbyshiloh]

@alissa-xyz told me they had a dream about interviewing to be an assistant to The Marquis and I can’t stop thinking about it. I thought about it so much it’s under the cut

Being the personal assistant of the Marquis would be SO stressful and kinda sexy

It’s so stressful making sure everything is functioning smoothly for him and when you mess up boy does he get annoyed. But you still get (some) VIP access to the Louvre and Centre Pompidou and stuff.

Maybe some days you want to quit but you’re tearing up your 6 month notice when he has to get a suit fitted and you get to see him without the suit jacket so you mentally tear up your notice.

Not only are you the one who calls to rent out places for him, but you also go with him in case he has an important call or you need to jot something down. At the start, it was kinda overwhelming, how silent these places are and how much artwork there is to observe. You start to read and study some paintings (out of his eyesight) while there. Eventually, he starts to notice which pieces you gravitate towards and tells you to explain some of the meaning (when he’s in a good mood)

And maybe once when he’s in a great mood asks you if you have any plans for the evening, so you tell him you have a first date. Hearing that it makes him feel… strange. Angry even. You can’t figure out why he’s so cold to you the next day, to your knowledge you didn’t make any mistakes. While waiting for him to finish something you quickly tell a maid who you became close with that the date went badly. It was a guy from some organized crime ring but kept explaining how important he was. You tell your maid friend “I work for the most powerful man in France, and this guy trying to impress me with a minor drug sale”. Neither of you knew Vincent overheard and maybe just maybe he likes hearing you call him powerful.

Finally, he invites you to an opera or ballet because he magically had an extra ticket. You normally book his ticket (because it’s only for him) so you’re not sure how or why he has a second. But he invites you and tells you to dress up. So you do. And sure the ballet performance is nice and cool but you don’t fully understand what’s going on. To help you, he leans over in your space and whispers to you for the whole performance about what’s happening, hand bumping yours on the armrest while he gets closer.

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Hello again from the crunchy fishstick! Based on your latest tapas comic update, guess you had a fun Halloween ^^ "sexually anorexic" sounds both confusing and funny lols

I dressed up for the day myself...went out as "a maid from the 23rd century" and got a few compliments--but it wasn't until after I already got home and changed out of it that I realized maids are apparently not just a fun cosplay choice but also something sexualish?? :') oh, the woes of accidentally doing something that might be seen that way to others without realizing it.....I sincerely hope nobody who saw me thought anything sexual (I just liked wearing a skirt and being cute for onceeee)

I've been "out" as aroflux/arospec to some (online) friends already and thankfully I didn't find out any of them were aphobes. (yay!) A few didn't really get it even after my short explanation but oh well--kinda tough with non-queers sometimes but they're cool otherwise. Got the "so like a plant?" reply as a joke lol. One friend, one of my closest, had a hard time understanding how I could be an arospec and dating my bf so that was...something. Didn't get it when I was like "I just fluxxed into a demi phase" but eh. At least no one's an aphobe and no one laughed at me (with intent to make fun of me) for it!

The "you just haven't met the right person yet" hits hard though ngl...recently I tried to lightly hint and bring up that I'm arospec to my mom cause...yeah, I'm kinda tired of "be careful about dating" "don't start liking boys too early" and stuff like that. So to simplify it, I was like "I feel like I'm probably on the aro spectrum, a spectrum of people who just don't do romance like how lesbians don't like guys or gay guys don't like girls" (disclaimer: some things have to be REALLY simplified to boomer-minded people, sorry if that offends anyone or seems to exclude them or anything, it was just the best way I could think of to shorten it) and she thought for a moment before telling me "you just haven't met the right person yet".

I mean fair, I am still young and full of vinegar but still...I mean I did see it coming from her but I still said it (didn't really reply on that topic after though). Oh, to be pulled through a laundry machine of thoughts and having to wonder if you're really a legit aro or if you jinxed yourself again (there's a history...fun stories). Maybe eventually I'll reach the stage where I'll confidently think "yep, I'm arospec" on a regular basis like I did about my bisexuality...maybe it just takes time... Rough being a wishy-washy and indecisive sort of person who doesn't have the lines fully clear :sob:

If I want to be arospec and I feel like I identify with it (even if I get a little dysphoria of sorts sometimes), then that's enough to call myself one, right? Maybe that applies to more queer identities too...

Idk I'm just prattling on again sry, in between a few bad days and there's a sort of comfort in typing it all out anonymously like this... Thanks for existing mate, and uhhh the crunchy fish stick is signing off for now!

fjigkdf Sorry I'm replying sooooo late after Halloween TwT To be fair, the comic I shared on Webtoon/Tapas that day was from a previous Halloween, but watching horror movies around that time of the year with my partner is something we do every year, just from a distance, it's par for the course

I sympathize tho TwT I'm still puzzled to this day as to why a professional uniform was turned into something so sexualizable, I can try to reason it in my head as playing with taboos or power and maybe that's sexually exciting for people somehow but I have no idea how that reasoning works since I'm very much clueless about anything sex-related so... Yeah. It's an odd one to me for sure. Always will be I guess.

I'm really glad coming out to people has been a good experience for you overall!! That's honestly so fortunate when that happens TwT And I'm glad any potentially hurtful comment that some of us typically get was only shared as a joke, from a place of not understanding but willingness to understand, or with the exception of your mom, from what I get.

To be honest, it's a sad thing to accept, but I think sadly it's possible some people may expect you to eventually be "fixed" forever, even if you yourself know for a fact you'll never change and will repeat it endlessly. I'm out to all of my close family, living grandparents and parents' relatives, and I'm pretty sure at least one of them expect it to be that way still. I don't do much about it, since as hurtful as it can be, it's just some hopes they're projecting on me without seeing the real me, and yeah, it's kinda painful, but they can't control me with those hopes. Heck, I was mentally prepared for my parents to be like that with me. I'm incredibly fortunate that they're not and they accept me for what I am now (although somehow I think getting a queerplatonic partner really helped in the matter, the idea is probably much less scary to them than me not having a partner in any way, shape or form for some reason). But... Yeah. In my younger years it wasn't really shaping up like my parents would accept my orientation, and they are now, so there can still be hope. Whatever happens to you, I wish you the best either way.

And... YES, if you feel an orientation defines you well, then it IS enough to call yourself one. I only have my experience to go by but I feel it's extra hard for orientations like ours where they're so often stigmatised, invisibilised, perceived as a "phase" etc etc. What we may not get in demonization and hate, we get in being treated like something that doesn't exist at all. And that's tough for the confidence to affirm yourself in that orientation. But yes. If you feel it defines you, if you feel it describes who you are, then it IS enough to be right. Nobody has the right to make that ultimate call for you, but yourself.

...Welp, at least that's how I feel about it. As always I wish you the best moving forward, thank you for checking in, and sorry again for the late reply! TwT