#roxana agriche

[umi-adxhira]

ᝰ.ᐟ SERENITY | 020

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WARNINGS: Fontaine, Lante, Dion, a severed head

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Last post of today, hope you guys enjoy it

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It’s been two days since Dion came back, and you’re sitting in your room, eating some bread with soup. The doctor advised you not to eat solid food such as bread, but having it with a liquid to soften it would be okay.

You eat by yourself, content with the quaint atmosphere of the room. The bread with soup is good, much more savory than the soup you’re familiar with in your world. It must be due to the lack of exotic spices. If they can’t make it flavorful, then making it rich and savory is the next best thing.

The door to your room creaks open. You don’t need to look up to know who it is.

Lante stands over your small form, his presence as oppressive as ever. He smokes a cigar, the acrid scent stinging your nose. He takes a long drag before speaking.

"Since you're injured, you’ll have to make up for it later. I expect overtime. And when you’re back on your feet, you better doll yourself up properly. Consider it an apology for the inconvenience."

He turns to leave, then mutters under his breath, "Last time someone pulls a stunt like that." Your bread halts halfway to your mouth. Stunt?

"What do you mean?" you ask.

Lante glances at you over his shoulder, his expression one of mild irritation. "Fontaine's been dead for two days. His head's missing, but I'd recognize that stupid brat’s body anywhere."

The door clicks shut behind him, leaving you in silence.

Your stomach churns. The soup suddenly tastes like ash. Fontaine is dead. You have no doubt who did it.

Dion.

The blood on his cheek that morning. His calm, unbothered demeanor. He didn’t even hesitate, I bet. That makes me feel a lot better. One problem is gone, but I’d be an idiot to think that Fontaine is the only Agriche to pull off a stunt like that.

You push your half-empty bowl away, fingers curling over the edge of the wooden tray. I should eat. I won’t heal if I don’t. But the thought of swallowing anything now makes your throat close up.

Your thoughts scatter when Roxana enters, carrying fresh bandages, a basin full of water, and a towel. She says nothing as you set your food aside and pull the blanket off your body. The cold air makes you shiver.

She starts with your head, unwrapping the old bandages carefully, her fingers firm yet gentle. She dips the towel into the water, squeezing out the excess before dabbing at the wound. The water stings, sending a sharp jolt through your skull, but you don’t flinch. It’s better than infection.

She works in silence, her touch precise, pressing fresh gauze against your temple before securing it with clean bandages. Moving to your arms, she peels away the old wrappings, revealing healing bruises and shallow cuts. She cleans each wound methodically, replacing the bandages with practiced ease. Your legs are next - she lifts them gently, mindful of your sore muscles, fingers brushing against sensitive skin as she works.

By the time she reaches your torso, you’re trembling slightly, not from pain but from the sheer exposure. She unwinds the final layer of bandages, revealing the deep gash across your ribs. The cool air prickles against it, but Roxana says nothing. She only dips the towel again, pressing it firmly against the wound to clean away the dried blood.

The basin is now dark with bloodied water, the scent of iron thick in the air. She wraps the final bandage tightly, securing it with a knot before gathering the soiled wrappings and the basin. She turns toward the door, only to pause when it creaks open once more.

The door opens again. You don’t need to turn to know who it is this time either.

Dion steps in, a medium-sized box in his hands, wrapped with a red bow - the same shade as his eyes. Roxana stops, scowling at him before shoving past and leaving without another word.

Now, it’s just you and Dion.

He walks closer, setting the box beside you. You glance at him, searching his face for anything. He meets your gaze without hesitation, but he says nothing.

He’s watching me. The silence stretches between you both, thick and unspoken. You hesitate before reaching for the box. “You brought me something?” you ask, your tone teasing, though there’s an edge to it. Why does it feel so heavy?

Dion doesn’t respond. He only tilts his head slightly, watching you expectantly. You tug at the bow, undoing the knot, then lift the lid.

Inside, staring back at you, is a severed head.

Fontaine’s head.

Your breath catches. The world tilts.

The face is pale, slack with death. Blood stains his hair and the edges of his severed neck, dried and dark. His lifeless eyes remain half-open, a frozen expression of surprise barely etched onto his face. Flowers adorn the edge of the box, along with a single rose in the hole of his gouged eye. It’s an ugly sight to see, but something about it…

The silence is deafening.

Your hands tremble, but you don’t drop the box. You can’t move, can’t breathe.

Dion doesn’t say a word. He only watches.

You suck in a breath, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. He watches you with something unreadable in his crimson eyes, head tilted slightly, as if assessing your reaction. There is no remorse. No regret.

Your stomach churns violently, but you swallow it down. He did this for me. Didn’t he?

How sweet.

You exhale, pushing the lid back onto the box, blocking out the gruesome sight. It doesn’t erase the image from your mind, though. Fontaine's dead eye is seared into your thoughts.

Dion shifts closer, his presence suffocating in its intensity. His fingers brush against your cheek, cold and deliberate. He lingers there, his touch featherlight, testing.

Your pulse stutters. You should pull away. You don’t.

His lips barely part, his voice a whisper. "Afraid?"

You swallow, shaking your head. "No."

His fingers trail lower, his touch ghosting down your jawline before he pulls away.

A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his lips - something dark, something satisfied.

"Good."

The room feels smaller. The air between you charged with something unspoken. You don’t have an answer, but one thing is clear - Dion did this for you. He has no intention of leaving.

And now, neither do you.

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[miraku39]

haha what do you mean i’m into blondes lol

[dyinggirldied]

✔️ a normal Korean woman transmigrated into a beautiful noble blonde in a book she read in past life

✔️ has terrible father

✔️ has a white-haired man (Ijekiel, Izek, Cassius) and dark-haired man (Lucas, Cessare, Deon) obsessed with her

[cindythecyclops]

I did another recolor, not the most fond of it but oh well

[vaizerka]

[rouecentric]

AAAAA okay, so I saw that your requests are open... (this is my first time requesting anything so im a bit nervous)

about your post with the lante x grandkid!reader, IT WAS SO GOOD, and yes, i totally understand the family's shock about lante doting on his grandkid. this is the same man who established that familial love is unnecessary, was it not?

we got lante's perspective of his grandkid... but what about the other family members? will they like the grandkid as well? or will they be indifferent / dislike them?

(this is a bit wordy im sorry ☠️)

how would the agriche family react to grandchild!reader being doted on by lant agriche? / headcanons, death, typical things you'd expect from a fic that's about the agriche family, gn!reader.

THE agriche's reactions are mixed, honestly, and they thought that dion having a child was enough of a shock, so to have grandchild!reader being doted on by the lante agriche would mean that the usual "balance" (or what was left of it) in the family would no doubt be thrown out the window.

there would most likely be more hatred and indifference than adoration when it comes to the grandchild, especially once they start taking on some of lante's traits as well, but some of the only people that i could see liking the grandchild no matter what would honestly be maria and sierra, as they most likely took on the role of a maternal figure in the grandkid's life since their mother died while giving birth.

roxana, as obvious as it is, would most likely resent the reader because of how doting lante is when it comes to them, especially since not only did they automatically gain lante's favor, but they also are the child of dion, her brother's murderer. however, she might open up to the reader and eventually get along with them if the reader doesn't exactly idolize the agriche head because of his actions, hell, she might even use the reader against lante.

jeremy's neutral when it comes to the grandchild, honestly, he probably never personally met the child more than twice on his own volition, since he would rather cling to his half sister than interact with some snotty baby. but there is a chance that he would have more encounters with the grandchild once they're around four to seven years old.

grizelda.. it's hard to say on whether or not she likes the kid, really, but the grandchild would most likely idolize her, and grizelda is at least a bit kinder at first when it comes to the kid, so the two of them would possibly be close, with the grandchild seeking out the older woman's attention or help.

however, charlotte hates you without any doubt. charlotte doesn't like you because of how easily you get lante's favor and attention, causing her to usually harass you without lante usually knowing, but she does bite back her tongue whenever there are other people present, however, she mellows out when she's older, and there's a slight chance for her to apologize! but don't get your hopes up, because she's stubborn as hell.

fontaine despises you, as you were not only lante's favorite in th family, but also because your birth reinforced dion's position on the top three candidates for being the future head of the agriche dukedom. hell, he isn't even above trying to get you killed, since all is fair in this household that didn't have any morals, no?

dion, your father, was indifferent towards you, he didn't really care for your mother, either, since it was an arranged marriage orchestrated by lante himself for his own benefit. sure, he may have taken care of you in his free time, but his emotional baggage and childhood trauma definitely wouldn't have made him a good father, most likely being emotionally neglectful, even if he sometimes doesn't mean to be distant.

[snailsgoingdowntown]

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

Yan! Dion agriche x fem! Reader

Arranged marriage

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[navymanhwa]

Manhwa Women who can kill you

[orngbanana]

some roxana stuff to cope

[roseapov]

Older Sibling

Roxana & GN!Reader

Tw: obsession, family issues, kidnapping, mentions of murder, manipulation, favouritism

Povtober 2023, Day 27 [Masterlist]

As one of the older children of the Agriche house, you were cherishing the authority it gave you, yet you never were arrogant about it.

You always secretly helped your younger siblings, especially Roxana, she was your favorite. Ever since the incident with Ashil happened, you took her into a special care.

She, rightfully was distrusting towards you, after all her brother just died and some older half-sibling took an interest in her? No, thank you.

It took quite some time warming her up to you, yet you never stopped, wanting to be her comfort and safe place.

Soon you two started to slowly share things about yourself, and listened actively to the other side, trying to remember every word.

Roxana soon found herself longing for your presence, your every praise being her life line. To get your praise, she started becoming more cruel, raising in the family rank.

Yet when the words of appreciation never left your lips, she lounged herself at you, not letting you go, muttering under her nose incoherent babbling.

Be glad that you haven't heard what she said-

She also started neglecting Jeremy, everything to be in your presence for a little longer. He wanted to hate you, you take his precious sister away from him, yet he couldn't. You were too good to be hated, you also helped him when he was at his worst.

He never forgot it, considering you a decent company to his beloved sister. One that he wouldn't mind, getting the attention of. Yet that burning jealousy..

Slowly Roxana became desperate, if she wouldn't successfully help Cassis run away from her family manor, she would lose you.

Ignoring the fact that she could die, she can't let you die. You're too good to die this way, and that's exactly why, you're also getting dragged into saving Cassis plan.

If she were to go down, you would go down with her

With your support the plan had a higher chance to succeed, which means higher chances of your survival, and hers too, she supposes.

So imagine her bliss when the plan worked. She did it! You both did it!

You're gonna survive!

And will live by her side for a lot longer.

[umi-adxhira]

ᝰ.ᐟ SERENITY | 019.5

FANDOM: TWTPTFLOB

WARNINGS: Character death, murder

AUTHOR'S NOTES: THIS IS WHAT ALL OF YALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR 🔥🔥🔥

I made it into a .5 since it's not from reader's POV since she's asleep lmao. Finally Fountain gets what he deserved

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After you fell asleep in Dion’s arms, he carefully loosened his hold on you, ensuring that your head rested comfortably against the pillow. His touch was light, almost hesitant, as if lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Then, with practiced silence, he slipped away from the bed, his movements precise and deliberate.

He cast a final glance at your sleeping form, expression unreadable, before turning toward the door. The room remained undisturbed as he left, closing the door softly behind him. The moment he stepped into the hallway, his demeanor shifted - his posture straightened, his pace steady but urgent. The warmth he had displayed in the bedroom dissipated, replaced by something far colder.

His destination was clear.

The punishment room.

The halls were dimly lit, long shadows stretching against the walls like twisted, watching figures. The air was heavy with the lingering scent of dried blood and metal, a familiar mixture in this house. Dion paid no attention to it. His mind was focused on one thing: Fontaine.

When he arrived, he did not pause at the door. He pushed it open, the weight of the steel creaking under his touch, and stepped inside. The room was as he expected - dark, cold, and reeking of suffering. But it wasn’t the room he was interested in.

It was the man inside the cell.

Fontaine hung from chains wrapped around his wrists, suspended from the ceiling like some broken marionette. His feet barely scraped against the floor, his body sagging under his own weight. His once-pristine clothes were now torn and stained with blood, dark patches of dried crimson soaking through the fabric. His face was swollen, bruises blooming along his cheekbones and jawline. But what caught Dion’s attention the most was his eye - or rather, what remained of it.

His left eye socket was a mess of blackened veins, an indication of the poison that had seeped into his system. Agriches were taught to build resistance to poison, but this one had pushed Fontaine past his limits. The right eye, though still intact, was clouded with pain and exhaustion. Even so, it flickered open at the sudden chill that swept through the room.

Fontaine stirred, a sharp intake of breath filling the silence. He blinked sluggishly before his gaze landed on Dion. Recognition flashed in his remaining eye, followed by something else - something bitter.

“So,” Fontaine rasped, his voice hoarse, cracked from dehydration and suffering. “You finally came.”

Dion did not respond immediately. He only stared, his expression unreadable. Fontaine let out a dry, humorless chuckle that turned into a cough. Blood dribbled from his lips, staining his chin. “Didn’t think you cared enough to face me yourself.”

Still, Dion said nothing. He stepped forward, the sound of his boots clicking against the stone floor echoing through the chamber. He stopped in front of the cell, gripping the steel bars with both hands. Fontaine watched, his expression twisting from amusement to disbelief as Dion pulled.

The bars groaned under the pressure. Fontaine’s breath hitched when, with unnatural strength, Dion wrenched them apart. Metal screeched as it bent and snapped, shards clattering to the ground. The gap was wide enough for Dion to step through, and he did so without hesitation.

Fontaine’s fingers twitched. Despite the pain, his instincts screamed at him to move, to run, to fight. But he couldn’t. He was bound, weakened, trapped. The moment Dion’s figure cast a shadow over him, Fontaine knew - this wasn’t a visit.

This was an execution.

Dion’s sword gleamed under the dim light, the blade’s edge kissing the skin of Fontaine’s throat. Fontaine swallowed, feeling the cold bite of steel against his pulse.

“Wait,” Fontaine started, voice strained. “You-” He inhaled sharply, trying to steady himself. “You want to be the head of the house, don’t you?” He asks, completely avoiding the real reason he was locked up in a cell.

Dion remained still, the only movement coming from his fingers tightening around the sword hilt.

“If that’s it,” Fontaine continued, trying to keep his voice level, “Then you can have it. I don’t want it. I never did.” His breath shuddered. “I never had the desire to become head to begin with.”

Dion’s gaze was cold, calculating. Fontaine knew his younger half-brother well enough to recognize that this was not an offer Dion would consider. But he had no other choice.

Fontaine forced a weak smile. “I think it would be best for you to become head of the family!” He exhaled a shaky breath, desperation creeping into his voice. “And if you want, I’ll leave Agriche and never appear before your eyes again…”

Dion’s lips parted, and for the first time since entering the room, he spoke. “You think I want the title?” His voice was quiet, but it carried a weight that sent a chill down Fontaine’s spine. “You don’t understand anything.”

Fontaine flinched as the sword pressed harder, a thin line of blood beading at his throat. He gritted his teeth. “Then what do you want?”

Dion tilted his head slightly, “I’m considering gouging that eye of yours.” he responded, seemingly ignoring his question.

A shudder ran through Fontaine’s body. He stiffened, his fingers curling into fists despite the chains restricting him. “Dion,” he said, his voice lower, steadier, “you don’t have to-!”

Dion’s silence was answer enough.

The silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. Dion sighed as if disappointed, then adjusted his grip on the sword. Fontaine’s heart pounded. He had known this would happen. He had known that Dion was capable of this, yet facing it now, he found himself unprepared.

The blade glided, cutting through skin and muscle, severing vision and light. Fontaine screamed.

It was raw, guttural, the kind of sound that scraped against the walls and lingered in the air even after it faded. Blood dripped from the fresh wound, spilling down his cheek, staining his already ruined clothes. His body convulsed in pain, muscles tensing and spasming against the chains.

Dion watched, expression calm, as Fontaine writhed. The agony in Fontaine’s breath, the trembling in his limbs - it was all expected.

It was deserved.

Fontaine’s remaining senses were hazy with pain, but he still registered Dion stepping back. He tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t form. The world around him was slipping into darkness, his consciousness teetering on the edge of collapse. He gasped, barely clinging to consciousness. His body sagged in the chains, life draining from him in slow, unrelenting waves. His lips parted, but no words came.

Dion did not hesitate.

With one swift motion, he plunged the blade into Fontaine’s chest, straight through his heart. Blood splattered around him due to the force of the blow, staining Dion’s clothes, and his cheek of his half-brother’s blood.

Fontaine’s body jerked, a final, broken breath escaping his lips. His remaining eye widened, as if in disbelief, before the light within it faded completely. His head slumped forward, lifeless, blood dripping in slow rivulets onto the stone below.

Dion pulled the sword free, watching as Fontaine’s body stilled.

For a moment, there was only silence.

Then, without a second glance, Dion wiped the blade clean and turned away, stepping over the growing pool of crimson as he exited the room. The door shut behind him, sealing the darkness inside.

Fontaine Agriche was no more.

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[kokofromwattpad]

THE BELOVED SERVANT

Featuring: The Agriche Family

Plot: You have been working under the Agriches for all your life. The family held you on an extremely high pedestal of excellence. After all, you are their beloved servant.

Cw: yandere!Agriche family x GN!reader, ooc characters (obvi), unhealthy habits

A/N: I was re-reading 'The Way To Protect The Female Lead’s Older Brother' and this idea just kinda spawned from it.

LANTE AGRICHE:

Lante had originally hired your then pregnant mother to work for his family since she was one of the best and most submissive servants he's met. He also hired her because of the fact that she was pregnant, which meant that he would have another servant working under him for free. Since you grew up surrounded by insanity, blood, gore and death, you were quite used to it by the time you had turned 16. He decided that he would have you accompany him and son, Dion, on beast hunting whenever your schedule was open. You also went along just to get some practice in and build some muscle. He is forever surprised at how strong you are and kinda admires your strength and power.

SIERRA AGRICHE:

Sierra was very close with your mother and actually became best friends with even before you were born! She loved spending time with you and would spend hours upon hours speaking about you with you. Whenever you left her side, she felt a feeling of paranoia go ever her in waves, which gets stronger the longer you are away from her. When you would return to her, she would try and beg you to never leave her side again as she was worried that you would get hurt (even though you could take out a fully grown man with one punch in the jaw).

MARIA AGRICHE:

You were often ordered to help at Maria's many tea parties. The only reason why you did not die when you were younger for making any mistakes was because you had a cute round face that Maria just swooned at. She would sometimes even pinch your cheeks so hard that it would turn red and swollen. One time, when you made an accident by spilling some tea on the ground, your mother slapped you on the back of your head for doing that. Maria, having seen all of this, grew furious with your mother and banished her to forever live in the dungeons of the estate. Maria consoled you afterwards and even taught you how to maintain a better posture so that an accident like this would not happen again.

DION AGRICHE:

Dion and you grew up together, since the both of you were close in age and had similar hobbies and opinions. Dion always liked training with you and whenever you would beat him, he would always just smile and admit defeat with a kind grin on his face. Later, when he started going through puberty, he developed a massive crush on, but because he is just such a great actor, you never noticed or just didn't care to acknowledge it. One day, Dion ordered that you get dressed up in your finest clothes, and when you were done, he snapped a photo of you and placed it in a long golden locket he specially bought just for this.

GRIZELDA AGRICHE:

Grizelda has had a special attachment to you. She loves it when you do her hair in the mornings and trains with you in the afternoons. Whenever you were ordered to feed the beasts, she would stand in the corner and just admire you the whole time, she knew that you were strong enough to survive without her assistance. Grizelda sometimes makes you take walks with her by the greenhouses and the two of you just talk about anything and everything that there is to be spoken about.

ROXANA AGRICHE:

Roxana saw you as a figure of power and skill. She would watch as you would drag toys by their hair with one arm to the dungeons for one of her unnamed half siblings to play with. When the poisonous butterflies hatched, even though it caused her a lot of pain, she would always have at least one of them near you that she can keep updated on your whereabouts. When the two of you were younger, she loved it when every night, you pull up a chair and read her bedtime story so that she sleep better. After her brother died during the test, she would cling to you where ever you were to keep you safe and sound. Sometimes, when she was in a good mood, she would let you play and style her hair, it calmed her down and made her feel content.

JEREMY AGRICHE:

Jeremy actually picked up his cheekiness from you when he was still young and impressionable. No matter where you are, Jeremy can and will find you. He is always clinging onto your arm while you do your everyday tasks. Whenever you go beast hunting with his father and older brother, he would always cry and beg that you wouldn't go so that you could stay with him. But when Dion forcefully places you on your horse, he is cursing at his brother like he is in a bar fight. Once you arrive back with your winnings, he praises you and your skill and beg you to teach him so that he can become strong just like you, his role-model.

CHARLOTTE AGRICHE:

Charlotte is an attention hog, even more that Jeremy if that's possible. She loves watching you drag toys as if they don't weigh anything. To put it simple, you're her torture buddy. When the new toy went to her older sister instead of her, she went crying to you while you were sleeping to try and gain your sympathy. You honestly just comforted her so that she could let you sleep in peace. Whenever you show off even an ounce of her strength, she claims you as hers and will comment stuff like, 'That's my assistant!'

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[erisv7]

— ROXANA AGRICHE X READER

Prologue • Yandere themes

♡⸝⸝

"Lady. Wake up now."

The woman was speaking quietly. But not that quiet for me to able to hear it.

'Is someone calling me?'

I asked to myself. Soon, the woman's voice was nowhere to be heard. I assume she had left.

It wasn't the first time someone tried to wake me up. If I'm correct, I've been in this room for two days.

Gathering my left over strength. I got up from the bed.

*THUD*

A loud bang was heard. I had fallen into the floor. I couldn't get up, nor could move. That's when I realized, I was chained.

It quickly alerted someone. As that person quickly opened the door. I assume it was the woman who called me earlier.

"You're awake, Lady [Last Name]."

I turn my head towards the woman. She was a maid. She turned her head, and screamed.

"Inform Madame Roxanna!! Lady [Last Name] is awake."

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Soon a rectangular shape appeared.

' MISSION : Survive Lady Roxanna's wrath. '

I read the contents, my eyes widened. That's when it struck me. I'm currently in an otome game, called "Miss Little Princess."

"Your awake."

I turned my head looking at the woman with blond wavy hair. She is Roxanna, the villianess. Who's known to be obsessed with the male lead.

And that's when I realized, I'm the female lead. Lady [Your name], the adopted daughter of the Duke.

I looked at Roxanna. Tears dropping in my eyes. Then a message pop up.

' LOVE PERCENT 100% '

[cindythecyclops]

I figured that Roxana's visuals fit the image of Callie in my head, so I edited her with red hair and reddish brown eyes lol

[vaizerka]

[pruneunfair]

random character moodboard day 16: Roxana