#kasin it's

[er0ticu]

@rachelambre

need a guy to stick his hand between my legs while i'm trying to hold a conversation and then make fun of me for struggling to form words

[lxdymoon0357]

Can I request for a general dating headcannons with Father, I Don't Want This Marriage???? thank chu!

Father, I don't want this marriage! X Reader HCs

Jubelian Floyen

♢Dating Jubelian is a very cute experience, I’d say, she’s so caring and sweet, she also always shows affection and she’s pretty! So many plus signs.

♢You do have to go through a suspection made by her father, but it’s fine, cause once he accepts you, you’re his child too, so yayyy! One more baby for him to spoil.

♢Random kisses on your cheeks and lips, maybe on knuckles when you’re holding hands around the manor or when you’re walking around the garden.

♢She learnt to make flower crowns when she was young, so she makes tons of flowers crowns for you and even taught you how to make them and so many dates when you both sit in the garden and make flower crowns with each other.

♢She has you sneak in her room so many times, even after Regis had three guards outside on her balcony, you still somehow sneaked her out and they found you both cuddling in one of the extra rooms they have.

♢Most dates you both have include you and her learning self-defense from Regis, because he doesn’t want your relationship to end up like his and Amelia’s, so he trains you both along with Max and it always ends up with you both giving each-other pecks and giggling like little kids.

♢Regis was really doubtful of you at first, that he tried to set up a scene where Jubelian was kidnapped and you ended up breaking down in front of him, while holding a knife covered in blood of the guards who kidnapped her, while Jubelian who knows about her dad’s scheme is mad because how dare he make the love of her life cry! >:((((((

♢If you’re larger than her, she would love it if you carried her on your back or princess style, but if you’re smaller and weaker than her, she would love to carry you all over!

♢You’re also have a lot of respect from not only nobles, but also many servants and many other people because you’re dating a Floyen, so many gifts so they can suck up to you!

♢You both have many dates where you both have a picnic with some trusted guards, maids, butlers and her father right near a lake or a waterbody, and after you all are done eating you all throw stones in the waterbody!

♢If you say you like something to eat, she will learn how to make it herself to surprise you and she always makes them with high-quality ingredients!

♢She also remembers many things you even gave a hint of liking; she has a scrap-book with you, in which she writes, and draws things you both did that day or something you want to do in the future or after you both are married

♢She loves card games, so it’s a routine where you both play card-games before bed, until you both fall asleep in each-other’s warmth because the room is too cold…

♢You and Jubelian always wear matching clothes everywhere, parties, banquets, balls, going out, sleeping, on dates, dancing, walking around, etc….So all the maids know what to do, your accessories also match!

♢Now dating Jubel is like having your personal fashion designer, whom one second will make you many clothing which are gonna make a new trend in the empire and in the next will be making out with you on her bed.

Maxmillion Ashet

♚ You are spoiled as fuck! Maxmillion is a crown prince and being a crown prince means many gifts so nobles can suck up to you, so when he finds a gift he doesn't like, but he know you'll enjoy, he removes everything that says that it for him and gives it to you, saying he had a noble got it for you.

♚ Max is also very physical with you, hugging, kissing and touching you, though they're mostly subtle in public and in-front of people, in private, he won't stop at only kissing or hugging.

♚ He would have you train with him, because he doesn't want you to be hurt by assassins and people who want to hurt as to get revenge on him, Regis is always happy to train you for sword-fighting, hand-to-hand combat and arrow-shooting.

♚ He learnt flower language for you and often coveys his feelings using flowers!!! He has brought many flowers and often you were confused, because you don't know why he chooses a certain scheme of colour and types of flowers, until one of your maids suggested him using flower language and upon inspection, it was indeed true!!!

♚ He probably sits you on his lap while he does something he is annoyed about like polishing his swords or doing some paper-work, cause it's comforting for him.

♚ He would take you horse-back riding every weekend for a date, if he's too busy, he'll improvise and get you your favourite foods as lunch while he does his work.

♚ He would buy you earrings, or any jewellery you like but he buys your earrings the most, because he for some reason, he loves earrings and they're always made with beautiful and special crystals.

♚ He built a statue in your honour, it is a statue of you, in a beautiful dress with a bunny in your hand, it's kept in the grand hall of the palace, it is decorated with multiple jewels and maybe it is a secret door to a private chamber.

♚ He gives you piggyback rides and loves to carry you if your feet are hurting or if you're feeling a little lazy, tsundere about it though....But it's okay, cause we love tsunderes in this households!

♚ He loves to feed into your hobbies, he doesn't care what it is; painting, sword-fighting, archery, crocheting, reading, swimming, gymnastics, even if it's deemed as unfeminine by society, who looks down upon women who do this, he's a feminist and he ain't gonna let you take shit from anybody!!!

♚ Also, though he is kind of a tsundere, he won't be afraid to show his love to you, in front of people or fanboy in fact, he don't care, he has his hands wrapped around yours or he's having his hand on your waist.

Regis Floyen

☽ The head of the duchy, he's such a sweetheart and so is his daughter, you three make the perfect family! You're so pretty, Regis with his amazing skills and Jubel with her kind nature!!!

☽ He loves to dance with you, late at night, if you aren't as tired that is, he is very careful about your health and often gives you his main priorities.

☽ Kind of needs your reassurance that he is doing the correct thing, if there is something you don't like, please say cause when you do things passive and aggressively, it makes him overthink things....

☽ He would teach you how to sword fight, even in heavy dresses and large heels because honestly in my opinion, he would find it to be super hot to see his wife fight someone in dresses, heels with make-up fully done, if he has a wife that is. If you're another, he would love to see you fight him, because hot husband and spouse vibes....

☽ Dating Regis is also dating Jubelian, because you have breakfast and lunch with her everyday, Regis joins you both for dinner, you dress up with Jubel, make flower-crowns, go on parent-daughter dates, put on make-up, go out to eat something or go shopping with her, you spend more time with Jubel then with Regis....

☽ I think Regis also has quite a talent in painting, if he does, he would love to paint you and Jubel dancing together or doing something together as parent and daughter, he would also love to do family portraits!!!

☽ Just like Jubel and her S/O, he is going to be wearing matching clothing with you, no matter what you do, when you're going to bed, you're doing work, you're at a banquet, meetings or what not, matching accessories and also his sword is matching a dagger he gave you!

☽ Also, he would love to see you rock anything, wearing dresses as a man or wearing a suit as lady! He'll find them hot anyway and he wants you to feel comfortable in your own skin and anyone who makes you feel otherwise is quite frankly a little, insecure bitch ass! So you go boo! Do what you want, wear what you want, he's there to handle all the scandals and rumors and he and Jubelian are scaring anyone who is staring at you weirdly!!!!

☽ He would love to kiss you randomly throughout the day and no-matter where or what you're doing, they is going to be a *smooch!* places on your cheeks, lips, neck, ears, hand, hair, forehead, nose, on top of head or wherever he wants to kiss

☽ He would take on dates whenever he can and it could be the most random time as long as you're completely 800% okay to do it, it can vary from 3:56 am at night to broad daylight of 2:45 pm in the afternoon....It don't matter!

☽ HE CANNOT STAND YOU BEING UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!!! I've said it once and I'll say it again, he cannot stand you being uncomfortable, whether it be your dress, accessories, person, view, position or anything it is, he will do anything in his power to make sure you're safe and sound and comfortable!!!!

☽ My man loves to carry you around in his arms like a koala and maybe he takes you like that to the training grounds and there he sits you down somewhere comfortable while you watch him train shirtless :P.....

☽ C O F F E E A D D I C T S. You both are most likely coffee addicts and he not only has then types of coffee, oh no! He has over hundreds type of coffee stored in one of his warehouses....

☽ He would love for you to model your outfits for him, he love to see how hot, cute, beautiful/handsome/alluring you look in them, he obviously has matching outfit with you, but your outfits fit your aesthetic or style and his outfits match his style and so you have similar outfit, but of different styles!!!

☽ He loves to bath with you, after he has finished training with Maxmillion an the is all tired and sweaty and needy for all of your attention on him and him only!

[honestly-oceanie]

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss || black haired dudes edition

Synopsis: you ask if you could draw on them

Warnings: this is not a cult

《Lucas, Maximilian Kasin Ashet, Raffaello Kidrey, Siegren, Ahin Grace, Cedric Evans,Delice Kaleid,Theodore Dane Lapileon, Noah Voltaire Wynknight | gn!reader》

{Fluff♡ | ▪︎imagine/scenario▪︎}

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

Lucas

"Magician of the Black Tower"

🦋 Would he even agree?

🦋 If he is bored, then maybe he will. Just for some entertainment.

🦋 That's all

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Father, I Don't Want To Get Married!

Maximilian Kasin Ashet

"Crown Prince of the Ashet Empire"

🦋 I'm pretty sure he has a dark blue hair but whatever let's just add him here.

🦋 This man can be a freelancer all he wants so yes he has time for stuffs like this.

🦋 When you asked him, he was pretty surprised, he's never had this experience in his life considering he has different goal so soft and gentle moments like this are very rare for him and he wishes it was possible for life to be like this to be forever.

🦋 Simple gestures that can mean a lot for someone, you will never know.

🦋 Idk I just have a feeling that he's touch-starved.

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The Villainess Is A Marionette

Raffaello Kidrey

"Duke of the Kidrey Dukedom"

🦋 As we all know, Raffaello has mysophobia, so both of you were very shock by your request.

"Raffy, can you hold out your hand to me?"

🦋 This request was not meant to be offensive, you saw a quill on his table and since you liked painting so much you decided to use Raffaello as your canvas.

🦋 You and Raffaello have been together for three years now, and so he's been very honest with you, he told you about his phobia thus you were aware and yet at this very moment it slipped.

🦋 You were about to apologize but he assured you— and himself.

"It's fine... I... I can handle it."

🦋 You have been the sweetest and greatest person to him throughout your relationship, now it is time for him to repay you with the same amount of kindness you have shown to him, he also wants to improve for you so you both will grow in this relationship.

🦋 This is a hard step for him but he trust you on this process. He felt very nervous as he was holding out his arm, you too felt nervous for him.

🦋 And finally, as your hand fell into his, Raffaello's heart beats loudly and fast, you told him to take breaths and he did. As he started to calm down he felt your warmth in his hand he has never felt this before, it was anew to him. In the end, instead of drawing on him, you just caressed his hand while soothing him with comfort and praises.

🦋 You swore to yourself to help him be better and to remain on his side while at it.

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Author of My Own Destiny/I Became the Wife of the Male Lead

Siegren

🦋 When you ask him very seriously to hold out his hand he complied without question, but feeling a bit suspicious of you.

🦋 You then grab a pen/quill on the table then started to ready as if you were about to run a marathon. Now, he felt more suspicious and confuse.

🦋 After you've done prepping yourself, you held the pen/quill professionally then started to draw on his hand.

🦋 Siegren was a bit surprise. He held his guard up because you were acting strange all because of this.

🦋 But he should've expected this atleast a little as he's been use to Fiona and her antics before.

🦋 He just sighed then smiled softly at you.

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The Symbiotic Relationship Between A Rabbit And A Black Panther

Ahin Grace

🦋 When you ask him to give you his hand, he almost chopped it. Anyhow, after you explaining your intentions he did as you asked. As you touch his hand, he started teasing you.

"Oh my, [Name] taking advantage on the poor innocent me? Shall I call my mother?"

🦋 Of course he just had to ruin the moment. Can there be any moment at all were he doesn't try to tease you? Even at balls he would openly flirt or tease you in public.

🦋 But now that you had the upperhand, you didn't hesitate to draw on his face, Ahin was caught off guard he never expected that from you, then it turn into a wild chase between you two, Ahin running after you for revenge and you running away from the revenge, and that is what brought you now to this situation.

🦋 You were both kneeling on the floor in front of his grandfather being scolded. Because of the chase, the manor was turned upside down, some valuables broken and the furnitures dirty.

🦋 On the corner, Vivi is secretly laughing hysterically in her rabbit form while Evelyn is trying his hardest to hide his laugh, knowing that Ahin will give him a hard time if he did. Ahin's mother just sighed already used with the both of you simce you've been like this since childhood.

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The Tyrant's Only Perfumer

Cedric Raynor Rich Evans

"Duke/Lord Cedric Evans"

🦋 I love lOVE LOVE Ariel's fashion so much💜💜 EVERY. SINGLE. CHAPTER.

🦋 Oh wait... *ahem* anyways—

🦋 He would comply like an obedient little dog

🦋 He'd watch intently as you draw on his hand, woukd glance back and forth between your serious face and your cute drawings on his hand.

🦋 He would praise you after you are done, complimenting you and your artwork.

🦋 You didn't know but after he left your place, he did not erase the drawings yet instead he hid it with his gloves. When he arrived back at his house, he removed his gloves then looked at your drawings fondly remembering the moment you two had back at your place.

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This Is An Obvious Fraudulent Marriage/ I Was Tricked Into This Fake Marriage!

Delice Kaleid

"Archduke of the Delpice/Delpais Empire" "Reincarnation of Evil"

🦋 I will never ever have complains with this man. Gotta love him🥺💜

🦋 He was very curious when you asked but complied anyway.

🦋 Then you pick up the quill on his table and started patting the feather on his table, contemplating on what to draw while Del waits patiently, giving you a soft smile.

🦋 When you finally decided on what to draw, he just stared at you amused but he didn't dare to stop you, he would never.

🦋 After you'd finish your drawing, he stares at it for a few seconds before he plants a kiss on the part that you drew.

"Thank you, [Name]."

🦋 You're not sure what he is thanking you for but you're always grateful for his cooperation on your random antics.

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My In-Laws Are Obsessed With Me

Theodore Dane Lapileon

"Grand Duke Lapileon"

🦋 How do I make this without turning it into angst🤔

🦋 Honestly, I have more angst ideas for him than I do with Dion😭

🦋 Cause this manhwa just has a depressing mood even I can feel it irl😭. If the last chapter was light then in a few chapters later or the next chapter has got to have some sadness.

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The Reason Why Raeliana Ended Up At The Duke's Mansion

Duke Noah Wynknight

🦋 The ending😭 where they met again but in the modern life, it was perfect🥺💜. Though I kinda wish we had seen a little more of them in their modern life, atleast some glimpses🥺

🦋 He did as you ask(you asked him to hand his arm out) without hesitation, thus you did not feel suspicious of him until...

🦋 He move his arm away from you. At first you just sighed and tried to grab his arm again, but he kept on dodging your hand, making you try to catch him.

🦋 When you finally had enough of him, you snap.

"Seriously Noah!?"

🦋 You hit his head, hard, and he finally stopped. In the end, you won, but to punish him instead of drawing on his hand, you draw on his face.

🦋 Once he sees himself in the mirror, he'd tease you for your 'artisticness', while he's already planning his "revenge" which will occur while you're sleeping

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Honestly, Oceanie

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Father, I Don't Want to Get Married! (Icons)

[riprachel]

@ 𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙱𝚁𝙴,  𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑦.  mutuals and partners may interact.

[dxmoness]

hi i'm here with another (better) request lol,, the floyen family with a (teen)servant! reader who works for them as a chef!! obv platonic as the reader's a minor in this one LMFAO

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒

— “𝐒��𝐄'𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐓.”

Dear Roue,

your letter has been answered! Hope this satisfies your interests. Have a great day!

Sincerely,

Marquise

There had been many servants in the Floyen household. Most came and left in the course of the past two years you had worked here, but you were still here after two years of what seemed to be negligence.

Abandonment was never your thing; you did not condone such things. For you a servant should only leave if their masters were unbearable or abusive towards their said servants.

You had stayed here long enough to think that the Floyens were 'gentle' with their servants. You never got any negative words or statements from them and the duke had just now treated you with respect after two years of staying here.

You were the chef for his own daughter and Lady Jubelian was an entertaining female who enjoyed your time with her and the preparations you made for her.

One day, you were preparing their meal for this morning's breakfast when you noticed that most of the food were seemingly low. Rummaging through the receipts you asked your assistant to place in the drawers, you found receipts that were a bit too high in price to be the right ones. You weren't in charge of the said orders, it was from the head chef. Was the head chef robbing the duke of his money right under his noses?

Debating on whether or not to mention it, you organized the plates of food in an orderly manner whilst waiting for the maid to come and give it.

Eventually, you decided to take the risk and write a letter in a napkin, fixing it in between the clean napkins for Lady Floyen to use when finished.

Once you saw the maid leave the kitchen, your mind started thinking of terrible scenarios that could happen to you since you dared minding other people's businesses.

Later on the maid came back, shaking with fear as she said with a shaky voice. "Name, the duke would like a word with you." Stammering the words out she ran out.

A shiver ran down your spine as you stood up to follow her along. Would you get lectured over this matter? No, you were certain you'd at least be able to explain. After all, the duke had given you respect in the past... But there was doubt in you since just because he had respect doesn't mean he wouldn't lecture you over wasting a napkin.

Momentarily, you found yourself in front of the duke. Regis Floyen stared at you intently. As if he was awaiting an answer about you actions.

"Sarah said you called for me, Your Grace?" You inquire keeping your head down whilst keeping yourself as calm and collected as possible. You were afraid that your voice would shake in a guilty way.

"I did." The duke answered, then he looked at the others who may be eyes or spies of the emperor. Taking this into a consideration, he continued in a low voice. "This matter with the napkin. What's it all about?"

You were surprised. You had given the napkin to Jubelian, didn't you? Why had the duke heard about it when Lady Jubelian wouldn't even have been able to finish eating yet? No matter, it didn't matter at the moment as you explain the situation with the head chef.

The duke was silent until you finished your explanation of the things that had apparently occured under his nose. "I see." He said at last. "I will take this into consideration. You may leave."

Days later you found yourself as new head chef. A job you couldn't have seen yourself in for years to come. The duke had dealt with the old chef; by dealt with he meant executing him for such a crime towards the duchy.

After your sudden promotion, another surprise showed itself when Lady Floyen kept demanding you to eat with her; which involved her talking about things that happened with nobles as well as asking for needed advice at times.

[sadcatjae]

Whumpee who is actually a conditioned cold-blooded villain and a dangerous obedient weapon, discarded like a broken toy, so they live the rest of their lonesome life in agony and delirium. And Caretaker, who actually wants to survive the encounter with “Whumpee”, but also desperately trying to help and save them 🥺🥺🥺

Ahhh yesyesyesyes so much yes that i actually wrote a thing?????? What the--

Erm and it's awkwardly written and has too much lore but i wrote a thing and I'm very happy that I wrote AT ALL so yay! Thank you for your amazing prompt!! And sorry I didn't respond until now ;u; <;3

Also - I knoooow Kasin is like, caring for someone who literally tried to kill him one second ago, but he's a himbo and a Good Boy (tm) and has no idea if Mercy is legit dying or what sooooooo V_V

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CW: Mentions of murder/hanging, PTSD/flashbacks, panic attack, dissociation, scarring, mentions of torture, self harm, knife wounds, dehydration.

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“You picked a helluva time to sign up, mulch,” is the first thing Senior Officer Tophel says when they meet. 

“How do you figure?” Kasin grins, taking the proffered sword and admiring the Blue Guards’ sigil in the glinting silver hilt. 

The older man glances over his new recruit’s perfectly pressed uniform and gives a begrudging nod of approval. “Mercy’s coming to Everlost.”

“Mercy?”

“Ain’t you ever heard of Mercy? The Emperor’s Arbiter and Royal Steward. Apparently he got himself exiled. Though for what, I ain’t privy to. All I know is he’s coming here.” Tophel huffs and shakes his head, fingers twisting the ends of his walrus moustache. “Fact that his head’s not on a pike is no small wonder.”

Kasin twists his mouth to the side as he sheathes his new sword. “What did this Mercy do, to warrant such a gruesome end?”

Tophel sweeps up the loose papers on his desk into a neat pile, his expression one of sheer disdain. “No-one visited by Mercy is left intact. That’s all you have to know. Just keep out of his way and if you can’t - aim to kill, because there won’t be anything left by the time he’s done with you.”

The younger man frowns, uncertain how much one civilian can do against an armed guard. Then again, bluebloods in the Imperial City are known to be well versed in combat, having the best training from a young age. Maybe Kasin should err on the side of caution. Just this once. 

“I assume you’re telling me about this man for a reason,” Kasin says, raising a brow. 

“Looks like we have ourselves a mulch with brains,” Tophel scoffs, sticking his pipe into the corner of his mouth. “It’s what the Captain wants. A simple assignment to watch over our newest resident. No contact, no interference. Just watch. You’ll be on a rotating twelve hour shift with Dazer and you’ll both be assessed for other duties in a month. Any questions, mulch?”

“Why ‘mulch’?” Kasin isn’t stupid, but he asks anyway. Tophel’s greying at his temples. He’s sun weathered and rigid; got a mean, stubborn lock to his jaw. He doesn’t look like he enjoys challenging the status quo - so it’s probably best if Kasin plays his part.

“It’s what you’re gonna be by summer’s end. If you don’t like it, then prove me wrong. Anything else?”

“Am I to disguise myself while on assignment?”

Tophel smiles around his pipe, but it’s more like a leer. “No. Captain wants you in full uniform and full view at all times.”

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Mercy’s place of residence could only be described as a hovel. It’s a shack on the edge of the forest, with swathes of spoiled land on either side. The nearest neighbour is the Sudbury Farm to the east and the dumping grounds to the west. The trees here grow black and twisted. By all rights, they shouldn’t be growing at all - but the roots have stubbornly taken hold of the arid land and the branches contort upwards, greedily drinking in every drop of rain and glimmer of sun to feed their wasted bodies.

The biggest and ugliest of these trees grows in front of Mercy’s shack, not thirty feet away. This is where Kasin stations himself, standing in his sky blue uniform, just under the gnarled black branches. He stands out in this desolate landscape, like a vibrant drop of paint on a blank white canvas. The restless movement in the dust-caked windows attests to his bold presence. 

Mercy is nervous. Aware. He peeks out the window every few minutes, but never lingers long enough for Kasin to get a proper look. 

Mercy is just a flitting shadow. No more than a ghost. 

It’s like this for three days. From morning to dusk, Kasin stands under that black tree, dutifully watching those grimy windows. Nervous shadows and obscured motions greet him like clockwork. And then Dazer, the other new recruit, shambles up (long past dusk) to take his shift. 

On the fourth day, he arrives to an angry crowd of civilians swarming Dazer with a variety of makeshift weapons in hand. 

“We want him gone, Dazer!” One of them shakes his pitchfork at the hassled guard. “I know in my gut that he’s the one stealing my chickens and cured meats!”

Dazer laughs nervously and pats the air. “Now, now, Mister Sudbury. I don’t have any say in his stayin’ or leavin’–”

“I caught him going through my trash!” another shrills, red-faced like her equally enraged comrades. “I don’t care if he’s a toff from the Imperial City, I want him out of my town!”

“Miss Daisy, going through trash isn’t technically against the law–”

“Oh, Jim's told me all about that ghastly beast you're defending. He's killed hundreds of innocent people to sate his perverse cravings, and hides behind His Majesty's goodwill."

Another voice shrieks, "He’s a demon that wears the skin of man!”

The crowd surges in volume and fury, inundating poor Dazer until Kasin finally reaches his side. The townsfolk pause for a moment, recognising this young man who has, in his twenty-five years, garnered a strong reputation in Everlost as a reliable, kind, and moral character.

“If anyone has grievances to be heard, please send a missive to Captain Locke,” Kasin announces over the discontented grumble. “Dazer and I have been ordered to keep watch of the situation. You can be rest assured that nothing will elude our attention - so please. Return to your fields and businesses and homes. Should there be any cause for concern, you will be informed.”

For a moment, Kasin’s reassurances seem to have worked. The townsfolk relax, their makeshift weapons drop to their sides, and they consider his words. But then Sudbury, always the inciter, raises his pitchfork and bullrushes the shack, hollering, “DEATH TO THE DEMON OF MIDOTHAL!”

Two other burly men split off from the re-ignited crowd, following Sudbury to the front door. Before Kasin can even react, they’ve kicked down the flimsy wood and dragged out a hooded figure from the gloomy interior. 

One word comes to Kasin’s mind when he lays eyes upon the fearsome Mercy for the very first time. 

Fragile. 

The figure enshrouded by a tattered grey cloak isn’t by any means frail. In fact, they are imposingly tall and there is evidence of a wiry, athletic figure. However, Mercy stands stooped over like his crooked black trees, hooded head cast down, and his limbs shaking as though it were mid-winter instead of summer. 

His bare feet, filthy and as grey as his cloak, stumble every second step. Kasin suspects that if he weren’t being dragged by Sudbury’s men, he would have collapsed not one foot out the door. 

Kasin yanks his sheathed sword free from his belt and rushes to Mercy’s side. The latter’s thrown to the dirt, crumpled and silent. 

“Stand down Powle, Richard, Bolt.” The young guard points his sheathed sword at the three men in turn. His oaken stare, intense and penetrating. Something in his eyes has them hesitating, their righteous anger withering to dust. “While we may know each other as well as family, I will not hesitate to arrest you should you enact your own justice. This is a land of law. Which means we abide by the law and entrust the administration of justice by the court of law. As a citizen of Everlost, this is the contract you have agreed to.” Kasin pauses, gaze sharpening. “Do you agree?”

The three men exchange wary glances and begrudgingly respond.

“Aye.”

“Yes.”

“I s’pose it is.”

“Very well,” Kasin says, his stern expression relaxing. Though he does smile, his gaze remain severe. “It is not our place to question His Majesty’s decision to exile this man to our humble town. Nor is it our place to judge this man. Return to your lives and invest your concerns in your own matters. In this drought, there will be many, I’m sure.”

He doesn’t lower his sword until the last fires of outrage are doused. Only reluctant acquiescence remains, and eventually, the crowd disperses in terse clumps. Sudbury and his men are the last to leave, and they don’t do so without parting words. Words that promise later retribution. 

“I better report this to Tophel,” Dazer sighs, wiping sweat from his brow. “Thanks for saving my ass, Kasin. I really thought I’d have run old Daisy through for a moment there.”

Kasin sends him a wry smile. “I think she would have run you through first.”

“Eh. You’re probably right.”

Kasin watches Dazer set off in a trot up the dirt road before turning his attention to Mercy. 

The hooded figure picks himself up unsteadily, legs quaking from the effort. Now that they are alone, Mercy finally raises his head. There’s a glimmer of pale skin and well defined features - a sharp jawline sweeping into the shadow of the hood, and a pair of cracked, bloodless lips pressed into a tight grimace. Odd marks mar the pallid skin, but it’s difficult to tell from this distance.

Kasin, who had always considered himself to be quite tall, feels a little intimidated by the other’s imposing height. Mercy must stand at least a foot above, and the young guard has to angle his head back a tad to address him. 

“Mister Mercy, I presume?” Kasin says, politely. “I must apologise. They aren’t normally this…angry. They are all good people, truly. I promise you this was an anomalous event that will never happen again. You are safe here. I will ensure it.”

Mercy’s lips twitch into a faint sneer. “How.” His voice is hoarse, grating, as though unused for many months. 

The guard blinks. “I am an officer of the Blue Guards. It is my duty to ensure your safety as a resident of Everlost. And - as you are well aware by now - I have been ordered to keep watch over you. Along with Officer Dazer. Between the two of us, we will prevent any future aggressions.”

Mercy is silent for a time. Kasin has the distinct feeling that he’s being stared at. So he stares into the shade of the hood, directly where he assumes the other’s eyes are. 

Eventually, Mercy turns his head to the side. “You are not watching me for my safety,” he says, impassively.

“I don’t know my Captain’s intent,” Kasin says, evenly. “But I can tell you that I care for the wellbeing of all townsfolk. Exiled or not.” There’s a teasing lilt to the last three words which seems to agitate the other man. 

Without another word, Mercy unsteadily returns to his shack. Kasin slips his sheathed sword back into his belt, uncertain whether to follow him or not. His decision is made for him when Mercy trips over the broken pieces of his door and staggers into something with a tremendous crash. 

-

Mercy seethes and kicks the broken cot into the wall. And just like that, he’s lost his bed. His cot was the only comfort he’d bought for himself with the little coin he’d had left. And now it’s gone. 

Just like everything else.

‘Exile’ means being exiled in all sense of the word. Meaning, he was exiled not only from his home, his work, his title, but also his land and wealth. Whatever coin he’d had on his person when he was informed of his new status, is all he was allowed to carry into his next life. 

The ex-Arbiter clutches his throbbing leg, allowing himself a moment of weakness, before Kasin appears in his doorway like an irritating gnat. He straightens up, every muscle tensing as his abode is so rudely trespassed. 

“Ah…your door…” The guard crouches down and picks up a large piece of broken wood. He gives Mercy a guileless smile. “Sorry about that. I’m a pretty good carpenter if you’d like me to fix it up for you.”

“Leave,” is all Mercy can spit out. His heart’s pounding near out of his chest and his hands are shaking, shaking, because this creature is in his house. He’s touching his things. He’s talking to him. He’s smiling, smiling like Mercy’s just another person, just another townsfolk who has a face and a future.

But Kasin isn’t listening. He’s walking further into his house, looking at his meagre possessions, casually commenting on the state of his broken furniture. “I can fix this too - no problem. But is this cot big enough for you? With your height, I’d imagine it’s quite a squeeze every night. Maybe I could extend the end a bit, so that you can stretch out? I have a lot wood back home that’s going to waste. And there’ll be no charge - consider it compensation for today–”

Mercy feels it. The Hollow. It slithers in like a snake, starving for prey, and sending venom straight into his veins. It unfurls, uncoils, until he’s no longer in possession of himself. There’s only the Hollow that knows only consumption. He loses himself to blissful domination and there’s its voice, its cloying voice, which commands him to do what he does best. 

-

The broken halves of the cot drop to his feet in a clatter. Kasin freezes. Hands gone numb. His eyes staring blindly at the swollen, mouldy wall in front of him. 

The sharp prick in his back is unmistakable.

“What are you doing, Mister Mercy?” He keeps his tone calm, friendly even, but his insides tumble about like loose rocks. 

The prick turns to real pain. He feels his skin snap and flesh give. Blood wells. It’s only an inch, but it’s enough to make Mercy’s intent clear. 

“Mister Mercy? Did I say something wrong?”

“Yes.” 

Kasin feels a chill run down his spine. That voice is void of emotion. Near inhuman. Is this man really a killer? 

“Ah. I apologise. I tend to speak without thinking. It’s a terrible habit, really. Can’t seem to shake it. Look, I'll apologise properly, but you'll need to lower your weapon. Can you do that for me, Mister Mercy?”

“No.”

Kasin’s heart sinks. He pulls in a shallow breath. Tries again. “I understand. You wish to protect yourself, but you must know that I mean you no harm–”

There’s a steely grip on his shoulder which tightens and jerks him around. It plants a blow on his chest, sending him staggering back into the wall. The cot cracks and splinters further under his clumsy feet. 

A dagger of beautiful yet simplistic design, pokes a new shallow hole in his stomach. He winces but maintains his smile. Even when he finally lays eyes on Mercy’s face. 

The hood must have fallen away at some point, for the mien before him is exposed to his scrutiny. Mercy’s features are sharp and handsome - his eyes shaped like petals, delicate and soft, if not for the flint-like coldness they hold. Not a flicker of recognisable emotion or thought can be seen in these callous eyes, and unlike his name, they speak of no mercy. 

Black, greasy hair, matted with dirt and perhaps dried blood, gathers upon his shoulders, overgrown and impossibly tangled. But the most striking feature of Mercy’s visage are the heavy scores etched deep into his flesh. 

At first, they appear to be freshly scarred wounds from random slashes of a knife. Reminisce of a clawed attack from a bear. But then, as eyes adjust, one can see a single word taking shape - carved into the entirety of Mercy’s face, from forehead to jaw, in big vicious letters: AMOS. 

Amos. As in, Crown Prince Amos, the Emperor’s eldest son. 

Bile surges up Kasin’s gullet which he swallows with difficulty. As frightened he is of the knife sticking into his gut, he’s also greatly pained by the man’s scars. What kind of torture had Mercy been subjected to? Kasin suspects that there’s more to see beyond those cruel letters. 

A part of him is in disbelief. The Crown Prince is known for his heroic and generous deeds. Many espouse his virtues and compare him to his father, Emperor Midothal who ends wars without ever raising his sword. After all, isn’t Mercy’s exile proof of his forgiving nature? If Mercy is truly a deviant, indulging in his wicked appetite behind the docile mask of Midothal’s loyal Arbiter and Steward, then he by all rights should be sentenced to death. However, His Majesty had instead chosen to spare Mercy’s life and exile him instead. Why would he do such a thing, if he was the type of man to allow this torture?

Kasin licks his dry lips, nervously. Never mind all that, he thinks. There’s a knife pointed at his stomach - that should take first priority. “Mister Mercy,” he begins, slowly, amicably. “I can see that you are not quite yourself. Perhaps a conversation between friends could ease your burdens? How about a shared meal? There's a tavern close by that does a wonderful meat pie. Come, friend. There need be no bloodshed today.”

The taller man simply stares at him, hollow eyed, detached. His shaking has dissipated entirely. And his stance is lean and centered. Kasin knows that whoever this is, it’s not the same man from moments ago. 

There’s no getting out of this. Not with words alone. 

Kasin lets his training kick in. In one fast motion, he simultaneously grabs the blade and Mercy’s wrist, and twists the latter to a painful degree. The knife, he wrenches free and tosses to the side. 

There’s no reaction to the sprained wrist. Mercy whips into action, attacking the guard with a flurry of perfectly executed blows. Kasin meets them with his own, and they fight like this for many minutes, neither tiring or relenting to the other. Not once does Kasin pull his sword. It’s not his intention to kill this man after all - despite Tophel’s warning.

Finally, Mercy sweeps Kasin’s legs from under him and pins him to the ground with his foot, pushing his weight into that single crushing point. His other foot pins down the guard’s right hand, preventing him from going for his sword.

Kasin groans and chokes, agony spreading through his upper trunk like spilled lava. “Mer…cy…!” He’s not sure if he’s asking for mercy or calling his name, but it’s fruitless either way. 

The man simply isn’t here. 

Kasin flails. He strikes. He yanks and pulls and kicks. But Mercy’s like a steel column, unyielding, unmoving. 

With every compounding inch of pressure upon Kasin’s chest, the less air he’s able to suck in. His vision begins to darken around the edges. His ribs are on the verge of snapping. He knows he has only a few precious seconds of consciousness left. If he doesn’t do anything - he will die. 

So as he squints up at the stony, impassive face looming overhead - he takes one final shot in the dark. “A…mos..!”

The pressure stops. A sliver of air seeps through. 

He squeezes the word out again. “Amos–!”

Suddenly, as though struck by a powerful force, Mercy violently recoils. His body crashes into the wall, causing the entire structure to judder. Clawed hands desperately scrabble at his hood, attempting to cover his head - or rather, his face. 

Kasin raises himself upright, clutching his aching chest and gasping for air. He feels the creeping fingers of regret upon seeing Mercy’s powerful reaction, but for now, he’s alive - and regret momentarily takes a backseat. 

-

Amos.

Mercy clutches the side of his head, dragging the hood further down. Darkness sweeps him up into its comforting embrace - but he’s yet to feel at all assured. 

Pants seep through clenched teeth as he slams his head into the wall, trying to knock the scattered fragments of his mind back into place. The swirling, discordant noise knocks him askew. He’s both here and there and nowhere at all, and it takes every shred of his cognisance to keep from falling apart. 

Amos burns. 

It burns like he’s sinking into him again. Like he’s back in that place, that dark and enduring place, and he bites down on his hand to keep from crying out. This pain is real. Grounding. But the burn is soul-deep. Impossible to ignore. 

“Mister Mercy?”

A voice. Firm. Concerned. It reminds him of the dusk. 

“Leave.” He’s enough mind to utter a single word. Not a demand. Not a suggestion. A plea. 

Please. Please leave. Leave so I can stop fighting. Leave so I can rest.

“Please.” Another plea. Not his own. “Please, Mister Mercy. Tell me what ails you. Is there anything I can do? Are you in pain?”

“Leave–!” The word cracks midway. Wavers. Mercy claws at the wall, smashes himself into it like he can phase right through. He’s shaking now, and chilled right to the bone despite the summer heat. He can smell metal. Copper. His face burns. 

Amos burns. 

“Mercy. Tell me what’s wrong.” There’s a hand now, touching his face. Gentle fingers pushing his matted hair to the side. Sunlight sneaks in as his hood’s nudged back. He panics. 

He’s touching him. He’s pulling off his hood. He’s here, he’s here, he’s here–

Mercy scrambles to his feet, holding onto the wall for support. He holds out a trembling hand, ready to shove Kasin away should he venture too close. But the guard keeps his distance. 

Mercy pants through his panic, his eyes wild and face a shock-white. The world spins, lurches, and his legs buckle and bow. The noise reaches an agonising crescendo, drowning out every scattered thought in his brain.

Kasin steps forward, reaching out, alarmed. This time, Mercy relinquishes. He accepts. He exchanges the wall for the guard and collapses into his sturdy arms. All sense of self-preservation dissipates. He’s purely in survival mode. There’s desperation for an end to this suffering, this chaos, like a primal keen. 

Amos burns.

Kasin lowers him to the ground and kneels beside him, keeping a firm grasp of his upper arms. “Keep still. Don’t try to move. Here, have some water.”

A flask’s brought to his lips, but he can’t do more than wet his cracked lips. He’s breathing too hard, too fast, rocking in the guard’s arms like he’s trying to escape his own skin - but he can’t, he’s trapped, so he just rocks. 

And all the while, his face burns. 

Kasin presses his palm against Mercy’s forehead. It’s a light touch but the latter flinches like he’s been scorched. 

“Sorry, sorry–” the guard hastily apologises. “But you’re hot, like you’ve a fever, and you're not sweating. When’s the last time you drank water?”

“Burns…” Mercy rasps, on the edge of delirium. 

“What does?”

“Amos…Amos burns…” 

Somewhere far away, or maybe not far at all, Mercy hears the trickle of water. Murmured words, not quite for his ears. And then a cool, damp cloth pressed gently upon his forehead. The burn lulls. Subsides. The damp cloth dabs across his brow, to his left temple, down his cheek. In the wake of Kasin’s ministrative touch, Mercy - impossibly - finds relief. 

His panicked breath slows, lightens. The noise quietens in his head. Mercy sits there, eyes closed, swaying and trembling, as the young guard, this stranger, dabs his burning wounds. These ugly, jagged scars that laid waste to his flesh. Like a soothing rain dousing the blazing, destructive wildfire, Mercy finds a kind of peace in that touch. 

Another’s touch is never good. But this touch…this touch is good. 

An anomalous event that will never happen again. 

When Mercy finally comes to, Kasin has once more doused the cloth - his handkerchief - with water from his flask. The guard’s propped Mercy against the wall to free his hands, and he’s crouched before him, brows furrowed deeply in concern. 

Kasin raises the handkerchief to Mercy’s temple, and stills. Oaken eyes, swirling with deep, unfathomable emotion, lock onto a hazy coal-black stare. 

“Mercy? Have you returned to your senses?”

Mercy feels drained. Hollowed out like a gutted animal carcass. He wants nothing more than to curl up on his - broken - cot and sleep the day out of existence. 

He grabs Kasin’s wrist and yanks it from his face. The guard loses his balance and falls onto his rear. 

“Don’t touch me,” Mercy croaks. Should this guard return with a platoon to have him hanged, then so be it. He’s tired of fighting. “I need…” Mercy pauses. Shivers. He feels raw. Weak. And in truth, he is. It only took a single touch to draw out the Hollow. And a single word to break him. “I need you to leave.”

For once, the young guard doesn’t protest. He simply nods, climbs to his feet, and brushes himself off. He leaves his flask and handkerchief on the only standing piece of furniture in the shack - a rickety table salvaged from the dumping ground. 

“Try to drink some water,” Kasin says, quietly. “I’ll be outside, keeping watch, so call out if you need anything. I'll...keep your dagger safe. For the moment. A fair exchange, I think, for almost taking my life.” He turns to leave. A pause in the doorway.  “I am sorry about what I said. I shouldn't have...I didn't realise you would--" He bites his tongue. Smiles tightly. "I’ll fix you a new door and bring it by tomorrow.” And then he’s gone, off to take up his usual post under the gnarled black tree, with the dagger tucked securely in his belt. 

Mercy doesn’t move. He just stares at the naked doorway, lost in the memory of another doorless cell, and the utter incomprehension of simply leaving.

.

Part 2

[ner0ticmemories]

kasin has tattoos. sleeves to his knuckles on both arms. all are very religious and/or spiritually significant for him. a lot of archangel messages on his forearms as well. he doesn't speak about them much unless someone asks him about them, then he'll ( probably ) open up in an in depth way. or, he'll just say he felt like it if he doesn't care to explore what they all mean. overall though, kasin loves when people ask about them.

note: this is exactly the length and style kasin has his hair.

[lcstinfantasy]

me + rafe: writing reply about his deceased mother juniper *in the background*: smut smut smut

[lxdymoon0357]

Father, I don't want this Marriage!

Disappointed in you...

Father, I don't want this marriage! dating Hcs

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

[sakorb]

tits out for my Mahariel

[porcelain-dollbones]

theyre still my favourites

[riprachel]

@ 𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙱𝚁𝙴,  𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑦.  only reblog if tagged.

feat. kasin medbery.  ( + @ner0tic )

[vadergf]

Foolish one

[ner0ticmemories]

@juniperthompson sc. for juniper thompson !

they had been on road for months now.. difficult times, but those moments spent with her made it all worth while. landing lucky on their travel bus, a year's worth of planning and reconstruction made their lodge on wheels perfect for their new journey together. passed clean out, their day before included much updating to the caravan. completely unaware of junie's slip out till he starts to wake up, looking around where she could be so early in the morning had him inquiring the possibilities of her current position right now. she was one so happy to be in nature, the safety of public and wooded area the current place of rest in their home was in. ending the night before with late talks and looking of stars on their handmade floor bed to cuddle sure put him out. he smelled a bonfire, maybe she was cooking them breakfast? cozy in his position, he remained lied down, allowing his mind to wander rather than actually get up and see her whereaboutd just too comfortable in their creation.

[unciaknightfall]

"Is that right, fuckboy?" 🍺 Drawing Kasin feels good After screaming and crying about how hard art has been and getting some wonderful support from wonderful friends, I was motivated enough to try drawing and it came out so nice??? ;;