#villains are destined to die x reader

[loeh]

From the moment he saw your portrait, his life began to change in ways he could hardly understand. At first, he attended the auction out of obligation. He was indifferent to the event until he saw you, captured in a frame, almost lost among the other items on display.

You didn’t stand out at first. Your beauty wasn’t the kind that demanded immediate attention. Yet, when the bidding for your portrait began, he found himself compelled to participate. Was it boredom? A reckless display of wealth? He couldn’t say, even to himself.

The moment he brought your portrait home, he placed it in his room—an odd choice, one that puzzled him. It started as a mere curiosity. What was it about you that had so many people interested? Why did you look so serene, yet so stern?

Your gown, with its deep crimson velvet, was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, clinging to your form like a whispered secret. The intricate lace on the bodice gracefully embraced your delicate shoulders, while the silk train flowed like liquid fire. It was mesmerizing, yet it was your expression that truly captivated him. It wasn’t one of joy or contentment, but of solemness—a quiet command that demanded respect and obedience.

Each night, as he looked upon the portrait, he became more obsessed, wondering who you were, what thoughts filled your mind when you posed for this image. It was as though you had reached out from the canvas, drawing him into a world where he couldn’t escape your gaze, a world where he was slowly losing himself to an obsession he couldn’t explain.

His curiosity had become an all-consuming obsession. The more he stared at your portrait, the more he needed to know about the woman who had captivated him so completely. He scoured records, questioned merchants, and chased down rumors, but for the longest time, his search led nowhere. You seemed to be a ghost, a figure lost to time.

Finally, after what felt like an endless pursuit, he encountered an elderly man who claimed to know your story. The man spoke with a somber tone, revealing that you were once the Crown Princess of a proud and flourishing kingdom. But tragedy had struck when your father’s own brother, betrayed the royal family. He committed treason, igniting a rebellion that tore the kingdom apart.

Despite being outnumbered and facing overwhelming odds, you stood as the last line of defense. You took up arms, leading the loyalists in a desperate attempt to save your home. The man recounted how you fought with unmatched bravery, refusing to yield even as the kingdom crumbled around you. But in the end, your efforts were not enough.

The last anyone saw of you was during a fierce duel with your once loyal knight and lover on the edge of a cliff. Some say you were killed in that final battle; others believe you vanished, your fate a mystery. The man who recounted this tale was none other than the head butler of your kingdom, a loyal servant who had witnessed the downfall firsthand.

Through further questioning, he learned that after your supposed death, your uncle’s reign quickly fell into chaos. The kingdom, once thriving, could not withstand the internal strife and soon succumbed to external wars. These conflicts were so devastating that they effectively erased the kingdom from history, leaving nothing behind but forgotten ruins and faded memories.

The more he uncovered, the deeper his obsession grew. You were no longer just a figure in a painting; you were a tragic heroine. The thought that your story, your life, could be forgotten by time haunted him. He felt an inexplicable connection to you, as if understanding your past could somehow fill the emptiness he felt within himself.

In the end, his search led him to a humble barhouse where you, once a Crown Princess, were now reduced to serving as a maid. The sight of you, stripped of your former grandeur, struck him like a blow to the heart. How could someone of your noble stature have fallen so low? The injustice of it consumed him, feeding the obsession that had taken root within him.

Determined to restore you to the glory he believed you deserved, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He married you, forcibly and without your consent, convinced that he was saving you from a life of indignity. To him, this was an act of love, a twisted belief that he was doing what was best for you, even if you couldn't see it.

He impregnated you with his children, two daughters who became the center of his world. In his mind, he had found his happy ending—a life with you by his side, a family that completed the vision he had constructed in his obsessive heart. He had given you back everything you had lost, or so he thought.

But you, despite everything, continued to resist. You sought every chance to escape, your spirit undimmed even in the face of his control. You spoke of how you didn't love this life, how you longed to be free from the gilded cage he had created. To him, your words were incomprehensible. How could you not see that he had given you everything? How could you reject the life he had worked so hard to build for you?

In his eyes, your ingratitude was maddening. He had rescued you, loved you, given you the children he believed would bind you to him forever. Yet you still sought to flee, still spoke of a life you wanted to escape from. To him, it was baffling—shouldn't you be more grateful? Shouldn't you love the life he had crafted for you with such care and obsession?

But in his twisted perception of love, he could not see the prison he had built around you, nor the pain he caused in his relentless pursuit of a happiness that was his alone.

Maximillian Ashet, Dylan Sean Blathe, Anastacius de Alger Obelia, Dion Agriche, Cruel Harte, Rezef Hill, Eros Vasilios, Callisto Regulus, Ahin Grace, Theobold von Baden Mismarck, Noah Wynknight, Abel Heilon, Prince Escalus, Luciano Valeztena

[lxdymoon0357]

I’m seeing requests are open, craving Callisto (from Death is the only ending for the Villainess or Villains are destined to die) X reader. Prompt; they are in a relationship for years, and it’s healthy as it can be, and in healthy relationships arguments are bound to happen no? One day they have an argument that escalates so much that the reader cries, and this is the first time that Callisto witnesses them cry ever. Feel free to range this from tears sliding down the cheeks or full on bawling, but how would Callisto react to seeing his beloved cry for the very first time in an argument in a relationship they have been in for years?

(Okay, now I'm too sure if this came out well....But it's pretty short, kinda upset about that)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

The heart tears apart...

...They say guilt is like rust- it is slow...but powerful and it eats the person alive...How was Callisto suppose to realize that saying was true until your cries fell on deaf ears...? This was not what he thought was result in tonight's anger...And it was all his fault...

He had been upset all day after someone spoke ill of your relationship, saying you're too good for him or he's too wild or he's not deserving of it...He's proud of his achievements, including achieving your love, but sometimes when chronic words are repeated...

They're like tiny pebbles, they don't hurt but there is one stone once in a while which when thrown bleeds into the skin...and that's what happens with vile words of stupid nobles who speak the same thing over and over again...Suddenly he didn't like your relationship for a second, not because of you...Because of himself, he felt angry as his mind spoke that he was tying you down, that he was not worthy of this and that there was someone better for you...

"WHAT DON'T YOU REALIZE, IT'S YOUR UTTER FAULT THAT I DON'T LIKE BEING WITH YOU ANYMORE?!" He yelled angrily, his eyes seeing red

......Was that really him? The one who fell down on his knees in a dying breath when he was away form you for too long, and Callisto didn't realize what he said until it fell in your ears and tears slipped down your cheeks..

Those eyes whom he always wanted to be filled with happiness, the same face he wanted to glow with beauty, smiles and laughter were now covered in tears because of him and suddenly inside him broke as he stopped in between his words, frozen..

You staring down on the ground with tears down your cheeks as he stopped his words, absolutely torn apart,

"Baby-I...I."

he couldn't say anything as he walked closer, he had never seen you cry and he knows why he doesn't let you even cry cause the sight was mentally painful to make him cry on his own as he walked a bit close, taking a hold of your wrist of the hand you were using to rub your eyes harshly to wipe the tears away.

You tried to pull away, but his grip on your wrist was tight as he pulled you in a tight hug, hiding your face in his chest, letting your cry ins expensive tuxedo, inhaling his cologne to calm yourself, clinging to him...

You would have never expected an argument to end with this, as he gently cried in your neck as he sat down and picked you up, pulling him on your lap, apologizing over and over in your skin.

You can't deny, it felt bad...but seeing him upset felt even worse, as you softly ran your fingers through his golden-blonde hair, as if threaded with the purest gold in this world...with the shine of a sun, such a bright smile he had..how sad most people couldn't see it, you did...it was gorgeous and so his sadness hurts just as bad as his anger..

You softly pulled his face up and kissed him, maybe you'll try to fix this again, how gorgeous he was..you couldn't deny his love...and you didn't mind his anger directed at you, even if heart tears apart, he fixed it with all he had..

[frosted-hyacinth]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Yandere!villains are destined to die x f!reader

notice! This book can be read as gn or m reader but I personally envision the reader as a female, however, there are no particular pronouns but maybe some actions that are more feminine.

synopsis. You wake up as a maid for the Eckhart house, the only thing is, you're the adopted daughter's maid. Penelope Eckhart. You had been playing a game 'Daughter of the Duke, Love Project' you'd finished normal mode and started hard mode yet you died, being accused of Yvonne's murder. You felt confident that you could breeze through this, living but there was something off. Penelope Eckhart's personality has completely flipped.

You shocked up from the bed, panting heavily. You looked around. You hadn't been here before yet it felt familiar. You looked more closely at your surroundings, stepping out of the bed to look out the window.

It's the empire from that game... No... This can't be

You shook your head, half expecting this to be a dream and that you would wake up. But you didn't, you were still here in this dark, small room. You lightly slapped your cheeks and when that didn't work either, you hit harder. You wanted to feel the comfort of your own room, your own bed. Instead of that, all you felt was the sharp stinging of the impact slowly fading away leaving you with only the hard reality. This fictional life, one that did not belong to you was now the one that you are in.

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After a while of trying to fall back asleep, you realized that you couldn't, so you decided to be productive. You lit a candle, deciding that you would be productive and decide how you were supposed to behave at this house, a house that seemed to be noble. You'd looked in the mirror a while back and after a while of staring at your reflection, a shard of your memory drifted back. You were a minor maid at house Eckhart.

The maid who's body you were in was a minor character, not much mentioned but the part that this maid played the most part in was with the character Penelope Eckhart. You were the maid that had stood with her even after she had been accused of poisoning the Duke's youngest daughter.

So, in order to survive without either of the male leads or your mistress killing you (not that they could kill a maid before you were charged for maligning nobility and all the other laws in the Eorkan Empire), you must simply play your part and serve the lady Eckhart as you were meant to.

Soon after you had scribbled your thoughts down, the sun had risen. So you stood up off you desk to prepare for the day.

- ♥ -

"Miss, it's time to wake up" The brunette maid spoke to the pink head still sleeping on the bed as she slowly woke up.

knock knock

"... Come in."

You slowly walked into the room, you had arrived to the side of the brown haired maid, Emily, if you recall correctly. Once you finally started taking in your surroundings, you noticed the quality of water that laid on the table beside Penelope. You instinctively reached to change the water but stopped at the sight of your mistress flinching. She rolled up her sleeves just for the three women in the room to be met with the sight of needle marks on her forearm.

You let out a small gasp before stepping forwards towards Penelope seemingly concerned.

"Miss! Are you alright?"

She didn't answer you but she shot her head in Emily's direction. It looked like she tried speaking but stopped, still in a state of distress.

"The bath is ready. Do wash up please, Miss." The brunette haired maid spoke calmly, looking down. Yet when she looked up towards her mistress, a mocking smile was found on her face.

Ah... Did I just get ignored...? You sighed eternally. You hoped that you could have done something yet ended up being completely ignored by both Emily and Penelope, and now, you'd have to leave the room to let your mistress wash up.

From the outside of your mistress' room, you found the food that Emily was about to serve to Penelope. There really wasn't much that you could do but you could at least try, so you put on a calm face and faced the brunette.

"Emily." "Yes?"

"Are you planning to serve this to our mistress? This food is not proper for a duke's daughter. The duke Eckhart could punish you." You said, maintaining eye contact with your fellow maid. A sound of the door beside you creaked open. "Is there a problem?" "No miss." Both maids replied, heads bowed down. You tried grabbing the plate of rotten food away from Emily's grasp but at this point, it was too late, you could no longer stop her from serving the food.

Emily neatly put the rotting food along with a cup of tea on a red checkered cloth.

"Here Miss, sit down. You must be hungry."

With the personality that you'd known the Daughter of the Duke Eckhart had, you expected that you'd have to clean up a fork from the floor or pick up a table after she threw a tantrum. You were definitely mentally prepared for anything but this. She sat in silence and ate the food as you merely stood there in shock, watching her gag slightly as she ate the rotten food.

When she reached the point where she almost vomited, you moved to a spot behind Penelope's chair, grabbing her wrist lightly.

"Miss, you shouldn't continue eating this." You said, brows furrowed, looking at her in concern. You really did hope that she would eating, this wasn't at all good for her health but right at that moment, the young lord; Reynold Eckhart walked in to the room.

"What's going on here?"

He walked up right behind you who was still softly gripping Penelope's wrist, from an angle where he couldn't see anything on the table, he said,

"Hey, what's wrong with..." His voiced trailed off as the table reached his view.

"What in the... ?!" He stared at the food placed on the table with a few small bites in them. He looked up then glared at both you and Emily.

"You were feeding this to her?" His tone was cold enough to freeze your blood on the spot. You had done nothing and you weren't prepared to die yet! You closed your eyes prepared for the impact of either a sword at your throat or guards grabbing you, your ears completely filtering out other words. When you opened your eyes, you were only met with Emily screaming.

"Young Master, no! It wasn't me! I-I wasn't!"

"Get out. Now."

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[roseadleyn]

i still remember your order. || callisto regulus.

Callisto still remembers the day he fell in love with you.

It was the brightest day of summer, the sun was boiling hot, the sky a crystalline blue, and all of the plants either bright green or dull brown. He was incredibly irritated, having dealt with the nobles and their ceaseless list of complaints, then running into his stepmother and being forced to listen to her endless tirade.

They're all so bothersome. He thought to himself, trying to contain his anger and frustration. Annoying.

He decided that he'd take some time off in town to cool down his temper. He'd been working so hard for the past week, he deserved it; and so he dropped off a curt message to Cedric to finish up the paperwork for the new school they were organizing to open in the village - "Your Highness! You can't just run off like that-!" - and then headed downtown.

He'd only gone a few steps into the market, feeling the tension in his muscles unwind and letting out a deep sigh as he relaxed, when he heard a very, very familiar voice.

"Callisto! Hi!"

He turned and had scarcely a moment to process... well, anything, before you - a sweet student who had once healed his wounds - tackled him in a crushing hug. People stopped to openly stare and he threatened them with his eyes before ruffling your hair.

"Good afternoon." He responded, good naturedly. "I see that the summer heat has failed to lower your energy."

"And you're as grouchy as ever," You counter, frowning at him. You're the only person he allows to talk to him like that - if it was anyone else, he would have separated their head from their shoulders a long time ago. Slipping your hand into your pocket, you offer, "I was going to get myself a drink, if you're willing to come along?"

He considers the proposal before agreeing with a shrug. It's not like he has anywhere else to be. "Alright."

As you two make your way to the nearest little café, his thoughts wander back to when your way-too-cheerful presence actually became tolerable to him, actually became something he looked forward to. He had met you when an assasination attack had caught him off-guard, and though he'd managed to kill them, his wounds were just a little bit too deep. He'd staggered into the more remote parts of the village, fighting against his pounding head, when he'd stumbled into you. You'd given only one shriek of surprise before he'd shut your mouth with one of his satin black gloves, mumbling at you to not 'cause a ruckus' before promptly passing out.

You'd managed to haul him to your cozy little house, somehow, with much groaning and cursing. You had then set yourself, rather determinedly, to the task of healing him, and even though it had taken you three hours whole, you had done it.

Callisto had woken up in your small, comfortable bedroom, hazy and dazed. He'd wondered why the walls were wooden instead of smooth white marble, why the bedsheets were cotton instead of pure silk, and why on Earth there was a small, sleepy commoner dozing off at the foot of the bed with a bottle of medicine swinging from her hand.

"Oi, you. Wake up."

You had stirred and then abruptly sitten up, as though remembering who was there with you. "Your Highness. Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes, but... were you the one who healed me?"

You had laughed. "Yes, sorry to disappoint you."

He rouses himself from the memory as you push open the door to the little café. He doesn't quite understand why his heartbeat speeds up, why he nervously watches you ask for your drink as though it's an exact science, why his stomach seems to be performing somersaults by just looking at you.

You order casually and without event — a milk tea with sugary pearls and extra sugar — and he orders a matcha tea with honey and milk.

The hot milk and warm honey remind him of himself. You take a sip of your drink and look so delighted that he wonders if he can ever make you look happier than you are right now and then resolves to try his best. Desperate to say something but not knowing what to say, he says, "Your drink looks sweet. That fits."

You flush pink and grin at him.

That look on your face is one he'll never forget.

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'So, Your Majesty ordered a matcha tea with honey and milk, along with a milk tea with chocolate sugar pearls and extra sugar, is that right?'

Callisto nods. The first drink — matcha tea with honey and milk — isn't necessarily his favorite, but he orders it out of habit everytime he comes by to this place. The woman behind the counter places both drinks on the table, and the little girl in his lap begins to squirm and reaches for your drink with small chubby hands.

"No, silly," He chides his daughter, "that's for mama, remember? You're too small."

The woman makes a sound of surprise and looks abashed as he glances up, but he only explains, "She's only a few months old. Choking hazard."

She laughs but gives a solemn nod. "Yes, it's bad for the baby princess."

Callisto smiles and thanks her before stepping outside, wanting to get home and surprise you with the drink as soon as possible.

The summer is still bright as ever.

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[ originally posted on wattpad first ]

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[mirrorcatcreditcard]

Your honor, they were watering down my favorite character and not letting them be a jerk.

[robin-evry]

oooooohhhhhh i love the idea of a yuu based on athanasia de alger obelia from who made me a princess or maybe roxana agriche from way to protect the female lead's older brother or keira parvis from actually I was the real one or even Penelope eckart from death is the only ending for a villainess

Since I can't pick which one, I'm gonna do all of them. I'm actually not a big manhwa reader. As well if you notice I've been slowing down. It's because I'm busy or tired from work.

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐖𝐀!𝐘𝐔𝐔

( English is not my first language )

Day 7 : manhwa!yuu

𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀!𝐘𝐔𝐔 👸🌼

Athanasia de Alger Obelia is the main protagonist in Who Made Me a Princess, and the current Crown Princess of the Obelian Empire. After reading a romance fantasy novel named The Lovely Princess, the protagonist goes to sleep and finds herself reincarnated into the infant body of Athanasia

the princess of NRC, poise and elegant. Many students wonder why they are in NRC, when they should be in RSA. Headmaster umbrigde of RSA offered them a scholarship on RSA. but was rejected by them because they don't want to leave their friends.

Vil favorite. Usually make examples out of them saying to epel that he should act more like them. Epel originally don't like them thinking they are just similar to vil or are annoyed by constant comparison.

One of NRC prodigies, similar to riddle, Azul and malleus. Even tho Athanasia!yuu is known to be a kind person

𝐑𝐎𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄!𝐘𝐔𝐔 🦋🌹

Roxana Agreece is the Protagonist of the Roxana series. She is the daughter of Lante Agreece and Sierra Agreece, and the biological younger sister of Achille Agreece.

The serpent of NRC, Roxanne would be very observant, strategic as well,very calculating. Able to manipulate situations into their favor.

They might appear charming and polite on the surface but always have a hidden agenda. They can easily influence or secretly guide people's decisions to their benefit. Some students manage to recognize their intentions like riddle, Azul and Leona.

Roxanne!Yuu have the ability to control or create poisonous butterflies that are created by their own blood, these butterflies can work as eyes and ears for them, these butterflies can devour anything as well to cast illusion.

𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀!𝐘𝐔𝐔 🗡️🪻

Strong and resilient, kiera!yuu are an independent student. They are very sharp and observant able to pick up on subtle cues and hidden motives,They wouldn’t take anyone’s words at face value and would often find themselves questioning the intentions of others, particularly the dorm leaders and those in positions of power.

Kiera!Yuu might not be immediately outgoing, they would be fierce when standing up for themselves and their beliefs. They would quietly but determinedly pursue their goals, unwilling to back down once they’ve set their sights on something. deep down Kiera!yuu have a soft spot over the people they care.

Even tho not being skilled at the art of magic, Kiera!yuu is very athletic and Mobile they are very strong in managing to suppress many students using their skill, as well as master swordsmanship they are able to head on head with some powerful students like Lilia in martial arts.

𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄!𝐘𝐔𝐔 🌹🌺

Penelope Eckhart was the original villainess of the otome game Daughter of the Duke - Love Project! in Normal Mode and the heroine in Hard Mode.She was the adopted daughter of Duke Eckhart, her role being to replace the Duke's original daughter, Ivonne Eckhart. She had a bad relationship with her family and was relentlessly abused by the servants which caused her to have a bad personality that earned her a bad reputation. She died in all of the original routes of the game in Normal Mode.

Penelope!yuu would approach relationships in Night Raven College with extreme caution would be thinking several steps ahead in every interaction.they’d be acutely aware of how fragile their position is and would work to secure their place in the school while avoiding conflict where possible.

Though they may come off as cold or indifferent at first, they are driven by the need to survive and avoid the metaphorical "bad ending." Yet, like Penelope, they harbor a secret desire for genuine care and understanding from others, even if they struggle to show vulnerability.

Similar to kierra yuu, Penelope!yuu would be sharp, immediately finding a solution over any situation, as well as a very skilled swordmaster. Have very quick and swift attacks before the enemy.

[hellaarknight]

Something called love

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Genre: angst Warnings: swearing

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A king has to be flawless.

That's something Callisto Regulus has heard all his life. Don't show your vulnerability, don't show your emotions, don't show you're hurt, don't show you care. These words are engraved in Callisto's mind, in his behaviors, in his heart, whether he likes it or not. It's not like he ever had a choice in the matter. But then why does he hate it so much right now when he's seeing you spit blood?

A king has to be flawless.

That's why he agreed with the arranged marriage with you, a marriage plotted by the empress to keep him in check. Or at least that's what he thought at first.

"Fuck this" he thought as he run to pick up your bloodied body from the ground. His body just moved on his own, his voice screamed for a physician, but he was stuck on your beautiful eyes which were losing their light.

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"I don't want this marriage as much as you. Unfortunately for you, Your Highness, I'm just a paw for my family, one they'll discard given the chance. I entered this marriage with the sole purpose of getting out of that mansion that I called home. Believe it or not, the thought of dying by your hands on a whim of your attitude is merciful in comparison with the living I had there. So, if you feel merciful today, swing that sword harder and actually cut my throat, don't just give me false hope".

Callisto was certainly taken aback by your words. He just wanted to scare you, his new so called fiancee, to run back home crying as he did not have the wish nor patience to play the game the empress had in mind. So, taking advantage of his infamous reputation, he put his sword at your throat, asking for a reason why he shouldn't just kill you on a whim. If you intended to peak his interest, you did.

" So you're telling me, that you're treating the next emperor as a way out of a bad family situation? Am I a joke to you?" He was amused, a smirk gracing his handsome face. Even though now he was sure you would not be a thorn in his side, at least for now, he wanted to make sure that you knew your place, and be afraid of him. He does have a reputation as a tyrant, after all.

" If I have to be sincere, Your Highness, then yes, I have used you... No, even better, I am using you as a way out of that place. The ducy is not particularly fond of their illegitimate daughter, you see. Even a prisoner of the Empire has a better life than I did. You may do whatever you want with this information and if your wish is to punish me with the death penalty, I'd gladly take it."

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Callisto was definitely fond of your first encounter after you entered the palace as his fiancee. While staying by your unconscious side day after day, he reminiscent more of those moments he kept very close to his heart. Your fiery attitude, your sharp mind and your quick witted responses to his provocation made him fall in love with you, without even realizing it. He, who had a duty to carry, a revenge to fight for, deemed that it was impossible to fall in love. He was sure his marriage will be a political one to straighten his power once he becomes emperor and still he found himself waiting for your encounters, waiting to see your smile and now hoping for you to wake up.

A king has to be flawless.

Everyone around him wanted to see his desperation now that his esteemed fiancee was on the verge of death. But he did not show any. Not around others, of course. But when he remains alone with you, holding your frail hand, kissing your pale temples, he pleads with the gods to have you back.

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"You should really stop hiding in the library"

Callisto found your secret hideout in the castle library, somewhere in the back, all cozy with some blankets and pillows. You intrigued him, you stood your ground in front of him, even in front of the empress. He discovered that you loved reading, so he granted you access to the imperial library. He found out a lot about his fiancee these past months.

" You should stop following me around, Your Highness. Don't you have something better to do, like fighting the nobles and beating the monsters?"

"What now? I'm not allowed to spend time with my own fiancee?"

"Careful now. If someone hears you might think that you actually have feelings for me"

Calisto scoffed, avoiding your gaze and immediately changing the subject, while sitting near you in your cozy space. A very illegal cozy space, the librarian throwing a fit over it, but he made sure that you'd be allowed to keep it. After all, he was keeping you in check so you wouldn't conspire with the empress, or that's the lie he keeps telling around.

" What are you reading today?"

" Honestly, something about the monster from the Empire and magic. "

" Oh no, did you get bored of the lovey dovey stories you read until now?"

You playfully smacked his arm, something you've done once in frustration and since you did not lose your head, you continued doing it. Callisto was rather amused by it, so he allowed it, after all it was one of the few physical interactions you two had.

" No, no I did not. I just need a break from all that, you know, get back on earth with my head. Don't wanna fool myself into believing that something called love exists."

Foolish girl, were the words that never left Calisto's lips that day. Instead, he felt so at peace that he fell asleep with his head on your shoulder. And you never spoke about it after his awakening, but it definitely became your little secret that kept happening every now and then.

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This was the third time Calisto felt fear when it came to you. The first time was when the monster attacked at the hunting competition. The second time was when your family came to visit. He remembered that when you heard the news that they came unannounced you paled, your complexion being almost the same shade that you had now while on the verge of death. It was more than six months into your engagement when they made their presence at the palace, if he remembers correctly.

"Do you remember that time when you were so scared of hearing the news that you gripped yourself to my side and did not want to let go?"

Calisto smiled to himself while pressing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. How the tables have turned, now he's the one glued to your side, not wanting to let go.

"Do you remember the promise I made you that day? That I'll help you be free from your family with or without our engagement? This was not the freedom I was talking about..."

His voice cracked.

He remembered when he first saw the scars on your back. An accident, really, he was at the wrong place and wrong time... Or should it be the right place at the right time? He never could have guessed that you were carrying such a burdensome secret. Then it all made sense, why you weren't afraid to lose your head at his hand, the way you called him being merciful for taking away your life.

" I'm sorry, Your Highness... You should not have seen that. Unfortunately, my body is not the most pleasurable one to look at..." A sad smile. " I'm full of old scars. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not the beauty they promised you."

Your voice still rang in his head as he recalled his foolish action at the time.

" Don't cover up!" He made you turn your back to him. He hated that you were putting yourself down for something you did not have any control over. He also had scars from battle, would you find them ugly when you eventually would get to see them? He placed a kiss on your back then quietly whispered making you shiver.

" You're nothing less than perfect in my eyes and your scars only tell the story of how powerful you really are. Don't ever try to hide yourself from me"

Callisto was going crazy, having all these flashbacks of the moments he secretly cherished. He placed another kiss on your hand, then whispered in your ear.

" Please come back to me, and I promise to kiss every scar that there is on your body and I'll promise that something called love does actually exist"

[ddivilove]

This sucked. It is but another cycle which means it's time for your monthly period. Such a detail that hurt so goddamn bad you hated the deities for even bringing this upon women.

With monthly period comes monthly cravings. Now here's the question. How would your husband indulge you in a time like this?

─────── CALLISTO REGULUS?!

TEMPER — How would he indulge these emotions?

If you were ever in a bad temper, he'd most likely be the one to set things right. And by set things right, be his charming persistent self who will probably flirt his way back to your good side.

“Now now dearest, must you be so grouchy?” He coos as he wraps his arms around you. “You know I don't like it when you're like this.” A lie but it was fun for you two pretend when the pains happen.

CRAVINGS — How would he indulge your culinary desires?

What you want he'll give. Well not exactly him himself more of the servants but still. He'll be right there to watch over the cooking and ensure it's safe for you to eat as well as presentable. If not well, you will be quick to hear the cries of the chefs that fell on deaf ears in the kitchen.

“Darling? What are you doing here?” Callisto says the moment he sees you by the kitchen door. The chef is on his knees right in front of him, his eyes filled with relief at the sight of you. Callisto moves towards you as he scooped you up and off the ground, carrying you bridal style. “Let’s get you back to the bedroom.”

─────── NOTE?!

Just a small hc for those who have period pains and love Callisto <3

─────── TAGLIST?!

‣ no one.

[lauraagrace]

Just read volume five of Villains Are Destined to Die and still head over heels for Penelope *coughs* I mean this series! 😆😍

She is the definition of #girlboss and never fail to be amazed at her strength! Cheering for her and wishing nothing but her ultimate happiness! 🥰

[desirationx50]

PRINCESS CHARMING

Penelope Eckhart x Female Reader (CINDERELLA AU)

• Penelope Eckhart, a resplendent princess of the illustrious Eorka Empire, captivated every gaze with her distinctive magenta-hued tresses and enchanting teal eyes.

"BEHOLD, PRINCESS PENELOPE OF [EORKA] EMPIRE!"

• Admiration enveloped the onlookers, yourself included, as she emerged, a vision of beauty that held your attention steadfastly. Time seemed to stand still as your eyes met, and a subtle widening of her eyes mirrored the intrigue that danced between you.

"HOW WONDERFUL. I DIDN'T KNOW THAT THE PRINCESS COULD ACTUALLY BE SO BEAUTIFUL AND LOVELY TO LOOK AT IN PERSON..."

• Unacquainted with your identity, one couldn't help but wonder...why did it feel like it was love at first sight? Your attire, a masterpiece in the hue of [f/c], adorned your figure elegantly, complemented by the choice of (black or white) gloves that concealed your hands.

'WHAT A STUNNING WOMAN. I'VE NEVER SEEN HER AROUND THIS EMPIRE BEFORE.'

• Amidst the swirl of guests engaged in lively conversations, the waltz's melodic strains lingered in the air. Penelope gracefully approached you, extending a greeting with a kind smile that left you pleasantly surprised. Her outstretched hand and charming smile heightened her already considerable charisma.

"MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE?"

• The waltz seamlessly transitioned into another composition as both of you, hands entwined with the other resting on each other's waist, glided across the floor with grace. Your gowns flowed with each fluid movement, a spectacle that held the onlookers captive. From a distance, spectators marveled at the enchanting dance, witnessing exchanged smiles and joyful laughter in the brief yet delightful conversation between you and the princess.

"IT WAS A PLEASURE DANCING WITH YOU, YOUR HIGHNESS."

• The clock's impending chime at 10 prompted a hasty departure, leaving the palace in a state of bewilderment, Penelope included, her expression a blend of confusion and hurt.

"WAIT! WHAT IS YOUR NAME?!"

• Urgency marked your exit, a lost heel on the stairs inadvertently left behind. Observing your departure, Princess Penelope felt disappointment welling in her heart. However, the discovery of the glass heel sparked a delicate display of surprise, a small smile forming on her lips, and a glimmer of hope rekindling in the magenta-haired princess' heart.

"MAYBE I COULD SEE HER AGAIN..."

• Determined, Princess Penelope spared no effort in scouring the town for you. News of her quest reached your stepsisters, freezing you in place as their words divulged the princess's intentions.

"DID YOU KNOW? THE PRINCESS IS SEARCHING FOR THE WOMAN WHOSE FOOT MUST BE PERFECTLY FIT TO THE GLASS HEEL SHE HOLDS! IF SHE FINDS THE ONE, SHE WILL GIVE THEM DOZENS OF RICHES AND BE FRIENDS WITH THEM!"

• At the gates of your mansion, attempts by your stepsiblings to fit the glass heel proved uncomfortable for the princess, and her weary plea echoed.

"PLEASE, DO NOT FORCE IT OR IT MIGHT BREAK..."

• Despite the efforts, success eluded them. As Penelope prepared to depart, a voice emanated from you, rekindling hope. Turning around, her eyes locked with yours, realization dawning as you descended the stairs, now dressed as a commoner.

"YOUR HIGHNESS?"

• With uncertainty and surprise in her eyes, Penelope cautiously asked if you could try the glass shoe, to which you agreed. Holding the glass heel, you hesitated before putting it on – a perfect fit.

"IT'S YOU..."

• In that moment, Penelope's eyes lit up in joy and relief, a beautiful smile adorning her face as she took your hand in hers. Her eyes sparkled, and her smile radiated warmth.

• Subsequently, she proposed a private moment in a tranquil forest, and you agreed. Amidst the chirping of birds and rustling of trees, she inquired about your well-being.

"SO HOW HAVE YOU BEEN? YOU STILL DIDN'T TELL ME WHAT YOUR NAME WAS."

• A soft, sheepish chuckle escaped your lips as you shared your name, and Princess Penelope, in turn, repeated it with delicate grace. Her lips curved into a smile, a gentleness that seemed to transform the air. The wind tousled her wavy hair as she gazed at you with eyes so soft, prompting a pondering thought: was this truly the reputed mad dog of the Eckhart royal family?

"Y/N...HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT OF MARRYING SUCH A DISGRACEFUL PRINCESS LIKE ME?"

[3pasteriesinatrenchcoat]

𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝙷𝚌𝚜! ♡

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖?

𝙵𝚝: 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝙾𝚑, 𝚁𝚎𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙴𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚝, 

𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜/𝚅𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚎, 

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: 𝙶𝙽!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜/𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝.

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❝ 𝐻𝐴𝐸𝑁𝐴 𝑂𝐻 ❞

𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟…

You were one of the marriage candidates that had been sent from her father to live with haena.

At first, Haena would see and feel the same way as she did for the other monsters about you , but she’d eventually come to the realization that she liked you a little bit more than everybody else.

I feel like Haena wouldn’t exactly choose you to be her marriage partner, since she really isn’t ready to get married, but instead, she’d just accept you as her partner.

Everyone else would happily congratulate you and Haena, even if they were a bit upset that Haena hadn’t decided to be with them.

And so your relationship began.

You and Haena would go on dates to places like amusement parks, Regular parks, and cafés.

Haena would prefer bigger and faster rides at amusement parks, and she gets really happy if you join her on them.

If you don’t like big rides, She’d be a little bit disappointed but stil be happy to go on smaller and slower rides with you.

If your scared of big rides, she would try and help you get over your fears, but wouldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to do.

Dates at parks usually are just the two of you playing catch or talking on the benches.

In the case of you two going somewhere that required someone to pay, you’d probably pay together.

If the Two of you go to the same school, She would probably make you lunch.

Sometimes the two of you will eat lunch together, most likely because hyeonji ran away when you Haena/you joined Haena/you during lunch.

Haena is always willing to lend a helping hand if you need any, as long as it’s something she’s able to help with.

If you dont do well in school, Haena is will to tutor you and study with you.

She’d explain all the problems you didn’t get to you, and you could work through the ones you both didn’t understand together.

Haena would research facts about what kind of monster you are, just so she could be prepared incase anything strange happens to you.

She trusts you enough to confide in you about her suspicions about being a monster, and how she feels about it before she tells anyone else.

Haena isn’t the biggest fan of PDA, the most she’ll do in public is holding your hand or hugging you.

If she ever had any marital arts competitions, she’d save you a good spot.

Since the two of you live together, there will be times where you go to the backyard and just look at the stars together.

If you are a monster who can get rid of ghosts, she’s counting on you to protect her from them.

She wouldn’t want you to get hurt because of her, so she’d try her best to protect you.

If you ever got hurt because of her, she’d be the first one to try and patch you up, as long as it wasn’t something the research lab needed to deal with.

She doesn’t say I love you too often, but when she does, you know she really means it.

Haena is overall a really caring and cool girlfriend that you’d be lucky to have.

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗…

There wouldn’t be too many changes if you weren’t a monster.

You and Haena were probably classmates and friends for a while, and pretty close too.

It was no shock to anyone when you told them that the two of you were a couple.

When the Marriage candidates first showed up at Haena’s house, she would try and hide it from you because she didn’t want you to think that she was actually considering them for marriage, alongside the fact that they were monsters.

You would eventually find out alongside hyeonji But you wouldn’t mind too much, aside from the initial shock of finding out that monsters are real, because you trust your girlfriend.

You and Haena would go on dates to places like amusement parks, Regular parks, and cafés.

Haena likes faster and bigger rides alot, and she gets really happy whenever you join her on one.

She’d probably try to help you get over your fear of bigger rides if you have one, but she wouldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to do.

If you aren’t a fan of bigger rides however, she’ll still be happier to go on smaller and slower rides with you.

Expect alot of dates that are just the Two of you chilling and relaxing or playing catch or something at parks.

You would probably pay on most dates since you knew about Haena’s father suddenly disappearing.

If you were struggling in school, Haena would be happy to tutor you and help you raise your grades.

Haena would make you lunch for school often, and she’d invite you to eat it with her and hyeonji.

She isn’t the biggest fan of PDA, The most she’ll do in public is hold your hand or hug you.

Haena also wouldn’t say I love you too often, but whenever she does end up saying it, you know that she really means it.

She wouldn’t confide in you about her suspicions that she might be a monster first, but she wouldn’t try to hide it from you.

If she had any upcoming marital arts completions, she’d save you a good spot.

If you did martial arts too, there would be the occasional friendly spar against each other to help the other improve their skills.

Haena is really strong, so if you were ever struggling to carry something, she’d be there to help.

She’d help you out a lot in general, as long as it was something she was able to help out with.

Haena would try and protect you if anything ever happened to you, especially if it’s because of her.

She would make sure to treat any wounds that didn’t require a serious medical practitioner that you had gotten as well.

Haena would feel terrible if you ever got hurt because of her, and she’d probably try to distance herself from you.

She wouldn’t like it if you made decisions for your relationship all on your own.

Overall, Haena is very caring and cool girlfriend that your lucky to have.

❝ 𝑅𝐸𝑌𝑁𝑂𝐿𝐷 𝐸𝐶𝐾𝐴𝑅𝑇 ❞

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢(𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙)...

The two of you had met at a party, and you instantly caught reynold’s eye.

He wasn’t sure what it was about you, but he really liked you and wanted to keep in touch after the party had ended.

He would exchange letters with you often, and would always be excited to see you at parties.

Eventually the two of you began dating, though it was kept a secret due to it not being an official engagement.

The two of you would go on dates to quiet , secured places like river banks and much more rural areas of Eorka.

Though you would also occasionally sneak away during parties.

On these dates you’d confide in each other about any regrets,fears,worries, or joys you had in mind as you looked around the area.

Reynold would tell you about how he regrets losing Evonne on that day, or if it’s a little bit later in time, how he regrets treating Penelope the way he did.

You would probably try to convince him to be nicer to Penelope, but depending on what point in time it is, it could only do so much.

During parties, you would probably go to the estate owners garden to chat and run around a bit.

This poses a big risk of the two of you being caught, so you aren’t able to stay out for long periods of time.

Reynold would probably buy you small gifts a lot, things like necklaces and hair ornaments because he read somewhere that that’s what lovers gave to each other.

He tried to bake you cookies once but they didn’t turn out so good..

Reynold wouldn’t do PDA with you, given the fact your relationship is currently a secret, but even if it wasn’t he would be too embarrassed to do PDA.

He’s the type who would hold your hand and pretend that he’s not embarrassed, but in reality his face is covered with blush and his palms are sweating.

It would take him a few months to go farther than just handholding with you onto the hugging phase.

He would try and use pick-up lines on you, thinking he’s all suave, but you’d probably just end up laughing and making him blush.

Something Reynold wouldn’t like is you willfully putting yourself in danger that could’ve been avoided, it makes him really worried.

If you are ever in danger and he is close enough to help, he will protect you. He can lie and say it’s his duty as a noble to protect the other nobles of Eorka if anyone ever questioned him for protecting you specifically.

If there was a time he failed to protect you, he would regret it until the day he died.

Whenever the two of you are able to reveal your relationship to the public, he will do it, even if he’s a bit anxious about the nobility’s reactions.

I’d say Reynold would be a good boyfriend, as mind as you don’t mind the fact that he treats his sister like trash during certain periods of time.

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝…

There would be a few changes if you dated Reynold while you weren’t a noble, some bigger and some smaller.

You were one of the mid ranking servants within the Eckart duchy, and you had been assigned to cleaning Reynolds sleeping quarters.

One day, Reynold had entered his room in the middle of your cleaning and started a conversation with you.

You of course tried to be as polite as possible given that he was one of your bosses, but he told you to come back the next day.

It evolved from there, with the two of you eventually falling in love.

Due to the nature of the relationship, it was kept a secret from everyone.

On dark nights, Reynold would sneak the two of you out to secluded lakes and river banks for dates. He’d have the chef prepare picnic baskets, but never explain why he needed them.

If he doesn’t take you to a small lake or river bank, he’d take you somewhere outside of Eckart territory so it would be harder for anyone to recognize him.

On these dates you’d confide in each other about any regrets ,fears ,worries , or joys you had in mind as you looked around the area.

Reynold would tell you about how he regrets losing Evonne on that day, or if it’s a little bit later in time, how he regrets treating Penelope the way he did.

He would also make sure that no one of higher authority in the Eckart duchy was abusing their power against you while on these dates.

You might try and convince him to treat Penelope a bit better, but there’s only so much you can do if you don’t want to risk losing your job and your partner.

On normal days where you were busy working at the mansion, He probably wouldn’t bother you too much given that your most likely working with other servants.

He’d avoid putting anything that you had given to him in his room, due to risk of it being found if someone else was assigned to clean his sleeping quarters that day.

Reynold would also be careful with giving you gifts, because if he gave you anything too expensive it would raise suspicion as to where you had gotten it from.

There would be no PDA in the relationship, given since it is a secret relationship, but even if It wasn’t he would be too embarrassed to do PDA.

He enjoys holding your hand a lot during dates.

He’s the type who would hold your hand and pretend that he’s not embarrassed, but in reality his face is covered with blush and his palms are sweating.

It would take him a few months to go farther than just handholding with you onto the hugging phase.

He would try and use pick-up lines on you, thinking he’s all suave, but you’d probably just end up laughing and making him blush.

Something Reynold wouldn’t like is you willfully putting yourself in danger that could’ve been avoided, it makes him really worried.

If you are ever in danger and he is close enough to help, he will protect you. He can lie and say it’s his duty as a noble to protect the servants of his household if anyone ever questioned him for protecting you.

If there was a time he failed to protect you, he would regret it until the day he died.

Whenever the time comes for Reynold to reveal your relationship to the public, he will be very anxious.

Derrick most likely disapproves of your relationship, and he knows the general public would feel the same.

He’d ask you many times if you were ok with the relationship being revealed, and if you would be fine with the backlash before he reveals it.

When Reynold does reveal your relationship to the public, he’ll try and limit the backlash as much as he can.

I’d say Reynold would be a good boyfriend, as mind as you don’t mind the fact that he treats his sister like trash during certain periods of time, and the fact that he is technically one of your bosses.

[lxdymoon0357]

hi beautiful !

Can i ask yandere calisto(of death only waiting for vilainess) with a lapileon reader of my in law are obssesef with me(she have cursed blood)

(warnings: blackmailing, poisoning, forced marriage, forceful harvest of body parts (your blood), murder,manipulation, verbal abuse, mentions of suicide.)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

Yandere! Callisto Regulus X Lapileon! Reader

◙ Callisto is a very dangeranged and protective man, everyone knows about him. Especially you, one of the darling children from the great noble yet very secretive Lapileon family filled with the genetics of red eyes and quiet and reserved demeanors, though not from Eorka empire exactly, but rather from the midlands in between Eorka empire and the nearest other empire.

◙ Your quiet and reserved demeanor is what caught his attention to you in the first place, your family and you didn't regularly attend, you kept to yourselves and you all were VERY MODEST as compared to the trends of the empire which came and went by, always covering every part of your skin.

◙ Of-course it's not long before he tries to become your acquaintance, getting closer to your brother, Therdeo, and eventually you. Forming alliance, he takes the chance to court you. It's not hard considering it would be rude to deny the crown prince, wouldn't it? I believe it would almost deplete your image if you denied him, though of-course he would say no pressure in marrying him.

◙ I imagine it was an utter mistake he learnt of the family's secret. He forcefully entered on one of those days where you got so sick, you were bleeding and vomiting blood and the very few were trying to force him out, but he entered nonetheless and he demanded as to why you're not having anyone and why you're so nervous and everything.

◙ He figured he stumbled on something which will help him tie you down to him. And he was all too glad about it. Of-course you had to admit your family secret and he used it tie you with him, claiming he will make sure nothing can happen and also suggesting to use your blood to help the empire, which you of-course denied as it was family rules to never use your blood as a method of killing.

◙ Of-course it resulted in anger and him blackmailing to kill your entire family and reveal your secrets so no Lapileon ever in the world would be safe, as everyone would be thrown into the severed lines of being "demonic". And you of-course didn't want it, he knew..

◙ Of-course that's why within 5 months of courting, you got married to him, he says it's true love between you two!~ How cute, a reserved noble and boisterous crown prince together, a sight to behold really!! Of-course they don't have to know what goes on behind the scene

◙ Constant beration of your family, telling you how they were isolating you..Harvests your blood for the sole purpose of bettering his immunity incase you one day try to kill him off, he couldn't afford that. Imagine leaving his darling spouse behind!

◙ He adores you so much, he gets you the most gorgeous red coloured jewels to match your red eyes, the most prettier red dresses, red shoes, red metallic hair accessories..everything to match your gorgeous red eyes that he adores so much.

◙ He doesn't get mad often at you, but of-course days exist when something ticks him off, he blackmails you by threatening to reveal family secret and does reveal it to some servant for a while and then later on kills off the servant when he cools down and realized how hurt you must be!

◙ Of-course some days you somehow manage to piss him off, it might result in blood splatter to kill off a few servant or verbal abuses thrown your way, of-course you're just so idiotic that you don't even know what's good for you! He's doing this for your betterment and you have the audacity to even think of someone other than him? Of annoying him, of being ungrateful to him?! He's your fucking husband, you idiot. You're just such an idiot, it would sometimes been better that you don't exist!

◙ Of-course he never means those words, darling! What are you talking about? He never meant it, t was just in anger and heat of the moment. After berating you, verbally abusing you or even hitting you once or twice in anger, he couldn't control..he does love you at the end of the day, cuddling upto you, checking to make sure you don't have a cut anywhere he would hate to see you upset if you accidentally killed someone!

[frosted-hyacinth]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Yandere!villains are destined to die x f!reader

synopsis. You wake up as a maid for the Eckhart house, the only thing is, you're the adopted daughter's maid. Penelope Eckhart. You had been playing a game 'Daughter of the Duke, Love Project' you'd finished normal mode and started hard mode yet you died, being accused of Yvonne's murder. You felt confident that you could breeze through this, living but there was something off. Penelope Eckhart's personality has completely flipped.

And I thought that I could depend on knowing your secrets and yet... you're different... - ????

note! I think its a slow burn and the Yandere is mild

Chapter one - I

[tevysworld]

Who wanna rp? I am seeking for a person with who I can rp some funny couples! I want this: i will rp one energetic character who sings for his love and the other person will react like the other character would XD I found it funny and interesting!

Fandoms in which I am: "The song of Achilles"; ORV; Chinese bl (Heaven official's blessing, Mo Dao Zu Shi, 2ha, The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System); read some Manga/manhwa/manhua; Link Click etc.

If you are interested please write to me! Or there in the comments!

My future rp partner I am waiting for youXD

[angelesca]

w.c. ~5k hooooly balllls | game system au! phainon x npc!gnreader, short stories, in da clerb, we all fam with the amphoreus cast, puppy phainon yippee, bantering with the game system, trying to avoid raising phainon's affection points but failing horribly💖reader has a lil' nickname ('moonlight'), goofy antics ofc ofc, finally some physical contact (it's a good day), written during ver.3.0! (forgive me for any poor characterisations!) [𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐬]: 1 ┃ 2 ┃...

a/n: here i am again with another stupid idea (who is surprised). okay but the nymph emoticons lit a lightbulb in my head and BAM i gave birth a second child. drew inspo from [svsss], [orv], and [villains are destined to die]!

!!! disclaimer (read me) !!! in the game, there's no night in okhema city (as of writing this), but in this fic it happens! it's explained as best as my dumb brain could^^

“what… the… fudge.” you stare at the system pop-up, almost drooling from how long you’ve had your mouth open in disbelief.

marmoreal market. amphoreus’s civilians walk by you as if you are a passing breeze. in their sphere of natural time flowing, you are stuck with defective clockwork, unmoving in the present reality. what was once a screen of predictable code on your gaming device, is now alive. 

this must be a dream, an illusion drifting by in your head. it's that damn phone, isn't it? you need to stop staying up all night reading fanfic.

you shut your eyes.

…

… ping!

…?

groggily, you open your eyes. in front of you is the perpetrator:

[ヽ(o＾▽＾o) hi~]

angrily, you press the ‘x’ button and close it.

[ what's that for?! (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ ]

you mash your finger on the blue window repeatedly, poking the emoticon in the eye. “you did this to me, didn't you? you kidnapper!” your voice is brimming with fear, overflowing with confusion.

[ WHAAAAT?! (凸ಠ益ಠ)凸 just hear me out- ow! i’ll help you! and stop poking my eye already! yeowch! my nostril! ☆(＃××) ]

pausing, you take a deep breath. the gazes of alert onlookers are beginning to settle goosebumps on your skin. there’s not much that can be done for now, honestly, your best bet is to place some faith on this mysterious system. “... what do you want with me?” you whisper in the lowest volume your anger would allow.

[ hehe~ (o´▽`o) ] you don’t like that expression at all. [ it’s exactly as i’ve told you from the start: become the main character of the newest update in honkai star rail, amphoreus! ] (this is not an advertisement)

“nah.” unamused, you walk through the window which shatters dramatically.

[ (°ロ°) hah? ] 

you scoff. the troublesome titankin? unending side quests and puzzles? responsibilities? fighting a literal god? who the hell wants to do all that? clenching your fist, resolve reconstructs your confidence. and you definitely don't want to listen to an annoying emoticon who forced you here. “i… will live quietly as an npc!” don't let the system have their way!

[ HAAAaAH???! Σ(ﾟ口ﾟ;) ]

you find your 88th chest of the day. it's pretty much stealing yet no one bats an eye, do amphoreus civilians also happen to offer customary welcomes for robbers in their houses? at least you are adapting to the world quickly given your game knowledge.

[ surprised you haven't encountered any enemies this past month. usually, the mc has to do some fighting... ┐(￣ヘ￣;)┌ ] is what the system said. guess the npc life was made for you.

when you open your 88th chest, you immediately regret it. a purple void cleaves the air and a familiar character dives out. it emotes cheekily, swooping the chest like an eagle to prey. “teehee~ this is mine now!”

[ that’s bartholos the spirit thief. ( ° ∀ ° )ﾉﾞ] [ new achievement: 'meeting bartholos!' ]

bartholos, spirit thief. distasteful memories rewind their tape in your head. the anger you felt seeing this thief pop up, doing the tedious minigame... fury untethered, its primordial tides stirs the previously calm waters of your mind. [ -75 sanity... ]

“... you lil’ flappin’ shirthead. i will rip your throa buy you a lovely necklace and stew you cook you my favourite stew!” 

[ bartholos is confused! ]

“you fu***** bi** sh****** p******* **@^*)>{“£$^*!!!!!” [ OMG! the system can’t keep up with the filtering! ｏ(＞＜；)○ ] “*****pots clanging*****cats meowing*****???***more farting***??”

[ shots fired! it's extremely effective! ]

“o-o-okay! geez, take it… ” bartholos drops the chest, hands in the air. “damn, is it that serious?”

[ w-what kind of npc are you? ( : ౦ ‸ ౦ : ) ]

"what do you mean?" you pant, "that was totally npc-like." rule #1 in 'the npc survival handbook': gotta make a living somehow.

[ oh, there's an injured pers- don't just ignore them! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ ]

you had just passed by a dark alley, genuinely not having noticed someone laying there because of the night shadows. and not because you were stuffing your face with sagelore fruit. rolling your eyes, you say, "pay me (nom nom)."

[ huhu (μ_μ) you're so cruel... ]

you cock an eyebrow. "and who forced me here (muffle muffle)?"

[ new side quest: 'be a good person!' ] [ reward: 1500 credits ]

squinting, you read it over - the reward is quite hefty? rule #1 resounds in your head: 'gotta make a living somehow'. retracing your steps, you decide to investigate the shrouding darkness, fingers tracing along the walls.

[ take this! ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ ]

your foot catches onto a stray object. "huh?!" the ground slips beneath you and gravity is pulling you by the hand. fortunately, you land on top of something. a solid hand is placed on your lower back, having caught your fall.

analysing whatever it is, you recognise its familiarity: white hair, heroic armour, long cape... oh. oh. oh no. oh nonononono. [ oh yes (≖ ͜ʖ≖) ]

rule #2 in the 'npc survival handbook': do not get involved with the chrysos heirs. you gulp. "yo, i'm outta here-"

[ new mainline quest! complete the scenario to advance~ ]

"you littl-" [ violation of system rule #87: do not speak out of character ] "wha-"

[ please choose out of the following options]:

[ i love you! ]

[ let's arrange a marriage NEOW (charisma check) ]

[ if you and i were socks, we'd make a great pair! ]

your eyes could pop out of their socket. what is the system trying to do here? worst wingman in history! without meaning to, you choose the secret fourth option: silence. you awkwardly stare at each other. [ he is confused! ] [ hehe~ okay, i'll stop~ (o^ ^o) that was fun ]

"you shouldn't be here," a serrated voice, sawing into your ears, slices through the stiff silence.

[ 'ooc' turned on ] you feel your throat clear, recclaiming your words. "yes, i agree." you nod your head enthusiastically. "i should be home, cosy in bed." [ oh, come on (￢_￢) ]

"haven't you noticed it's night time?"

"uh," you crook your head up. "i did[n't]." now that he mentioned it, no one else was awake in ohkema city, as if in hiding.

"then please find somewhere safe," he pushes himself up with ripened strength. "it's dangerous to-" he winces. you back away, searching for the site of cause. blood is pooling on his abdomen.

you didn't expect him to be in such a state. how many enemies was he fighting off? glass fiddles in your pockets, reminding you of your spoils. hurriedly, you hand him a health potion that you definitely did not steal. then, painkillers, disinfectant, and so on.

he asks quizically, "how do you have so many things in your pockets?"

"don't worry about it." just videogame things innit. silently, you tend to his wounds though your effort is clumsy.

he looks up at you. his hand timidly ghosts along the road of your working arm, driving closer and closer, as if he's navigated it before. a familiarity that suggests crossed trajectories, but with the way you avoid his eyes, the paths quickly rupture back into parallel lines.

ping! [ new achievement: 'meeting phainon' ] [ phainon's affection +1! ]

you had to repel phainon, but he's strongly magnitised. it's been a few days like this and you don't know why - it's not like you have dog food in your pockets.

"so, what do you do for a living?" oh no, he's is showing interest and his imaginary dog tail is wagging.

your mind blanks. it's not like you can tell him you steal chests and spit bars at bartholos. that'd be a prison speedrun. "i... i'm a professional npc..." [ great impression (￣_￣) ] you groan at the system message.

he tilts his head, curiousity shining in his eyes. "en... pee... sea?"

"uhhh," you falter. then, a lightbulb. wait, wouldn't this is be a good opportunity to change his impression of you—for the worse? anymore association with a chrysos heir is basically a life sentence to becoming the mc, right? "... i," you tinker with your head. "... i sniff armpits..." [ ... my ears hurt (¯ . ¯;) ]

phainon can only smile stiffly. "ahaha?" [ phainon is... intrigued? what's with this guy ] [ phainon's affection +1!(?) ]

... that did not work. rule #3 of 'the npc survival handbook': don't draw attention to yourself (failed).

another day in your life...

"do you know about the other chrysos heirs?" phainon asks, carrying your haul of limited edition honeycakes. [ w(°ｏ°)w finally, the plot is moving! ]

"no," you refuse adamantly, "and i don't want to know because it's too much exposition to listen with no skip butt-"

"hello..."

you jump. "wah?!" the girl bloomed by death's hand studies you, her dark circles accentuating her eyes.

a deep voice thrusts himself in. "are you phainon's new sparring partner? hmph."

"the new traveller? you must be the one the threads were whispering about... why don't we have a chat later?"

"we welcome you to ohkema! isn't it great?!"

"isn't it great...?"

"isn't it great? hmph."

[ isn't it great? ＼(＾▽＾)／]

why in kephale's name is every chrysos heir suddenly here? is this a family gathering or what? it's like you're meeting your in-laws, ready to get their blessings for phainon's hand in marriage.

[ your future husband ] phainon smiles warmly. "well, now you know them." [ handsome as always (＾་།＾) ] [ new achievement: 'meeting the family!' ]

"do you want to embalm a corpse with me...?"

"are you really phainon's sparring partner? come, let me test your prowess in battle."

both of your sides are occupied. along with a tall puppy, there's also a purple butterfly and a tabby cat apparently [ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ]. "don't you guys have to save the world?"

castorice nods slowly. "indeed... finding thanatos, i hope to recover my past too..."

mydei crosses his arms. "of course i want to defeat nikador and return to castrum kremnos one day. but who says heroes don't need rest?"

"and you both decided to spend it with me of all people?"

"phainon mentions you a lot... we simply wanted to see for ourselves," castorice replies, "should we invite tribbie too?"

"please don't," you shrug your shoulders. "i'm only an npc, nothing to see here." [ are you sure about that? 🤨 ] suddenly, emojis?

"en-piii-she...?" castorices points a finger to her lip.

"em... piss... cee? what's that?" mydei lifts an eyebrow.

you were not gonna answer that again. [ castorice's affection +1! ] [ mydei's affection +1! ]

in the distance, threads begin to murmur a song. the dressmaster's fingers weave through her strings, strumming each one to orchestrate amphoreus’s future stage.

aglaea’s eyebrows dip. tribbie's ears opened at the first note, wary. "the threads are strained..."

[ (＠＾◡＾) ~ ] "phainon, dearie, how have you been?"

[ ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ ] "phainon, come look at the fresh fruit!"

phainon, is admittedly very popular, a stark contrast to you, like day and night. "how do you have so much energy to interact?" you question.

phainon is now petting a large dog, wearing a large grin when the dog licks his face. in your eyes, they are a pair of twins playing with each other. "i think it just comes naturally. it's a part of my duty to the citizens."

duty. the word is tiresome in your head. you crouch down, rubbing the large dog's fur. "then, is there anything you want to do for yourself?"

"oh..." he trails off, stealing a glance at you. the steady waves in phainon's eyes shine blue, finding your reflection in them on his horizon. "there are many things i'd love to do. you know, i'm jealous of you." [ (╬`益´) HE'S LYING-! ] you press the mute button.

"what do you mean?"

sunlight perches itself on top of his head, kissing the crown of his head like a tender mother to born babe. you feel your breath being stolen. he is surely nature's revered child. "i hope to be as free as you someday, doing whatever i want," he says (he doesn't know about the chest-stealing, does he?). a face steeled from suffering, regret, and past mistakes, smelts under your warm gaze. if you were to lift his lips up with your fingers, you would find it malleable without resistance. "away from all the chrysos heir business - it gets stressful at times."

your heart skips, understanding. beneath the exterior of a hero is someone who wants to live like every other ordinary person. your heart skips one more time, hearing how you could inspire a chase for freedom in him. [ your understanding of phainon has deepened ] an unsuspecting heat runs laps across your cheeks. you both wave goodbye to the dog. "so... you want to be an npc too?"

"n-p-c," phainon recounts, "an armpit sniffer?" he teases.

"nevermind." unconciously, you brush away the strands of hair obscuring phainon's eyes, taming his fur. his eyebrows lift, eyes radiant. ears redden. "ah..." a timid disappointment when you stop, fluffy ears drooping.

silently, you think the conversation over. duty... is that what creates purpose? should you find one too? does an npc need to think this extensively? perhaps this is a part of you speaking, begging to fit in with this foreign world.

freedom and obligation. can't both co-exist?

one day, you're haggling at the market stalls, firing words no one could understand. [ phainon's affection +1! ]

another day, you're falling off the dromases every minute. phainon watched you get strapped to the saddle with rope when all else failed. [ phainon's affection +1! ]

today, you ate agalae's stock of afternoon tea desserts. [ phainon's affection +1 ]

and tomorrow, you'll ask castorice and mydei to fight to the death to settle the philosophical dilemma of the 'unstoppable force vs. immovable object'. you told him of your evil plans. [ phainon's affection +1 ]

"uh, can you stop doing that?" you turn towards the human-sized dog behind you. [ phainon's affection +1 ]

phainon stops in his tracks. "doing what?"

you point at him. [ phainon's affection +1 ] "... nevermind." you give up. it's a bit endearing, honestly. you've come to appreciate his presence accompanying you. a small smile plays on your lips. [ phainon's affection +10!!! ] ..?

[ new mainline quest! 'chat with aglaea.' ]

that's was a great start to your morning; the deafening system alarm was a nice touch. you threw a fist at the pop-up, annoyed. [ this is abuse!! (ಥ﹏ಥ) ]

so now, you are in the bathhouse with aglaea [ and me! (*ˊᗜˋ*) ]. she slides a thick envelope across the table you were both sitting at.

hesitantly, you take it under her inspective gaze. apprehension takes root in your guts. you open the envelope. [ 7-7-7 TRILLION CREDITS??!! =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇) ] you look up at her, stunned. you only know how to mutter her name, "aglaea...?"

"i urge you to take it and travel far away," she explains, tapping the table with her finger. "the strife titan is closer than ever and amphoreus is losing itself to dark nights due to the black tide. yet, phainon is distracted at this crucial moment." the tapping stops. "and i suspect you are the cause of his straying mind."

you point at yourself, disbelieving [ (⊙_⊙) ☜ ? ]. "me?" you've seen this in dramas before - the part where the mother-in-law bribes her son's partner. you could almost laugh at the comparison. realistically, you would choose the money...

"-but that's not up to you," you frown, remembering yesterday. "phainon can choose what he wants to do."

you have come to understand each other, yes, the stars are re-writing your definitions - phainon, the great warrior who yearns for a quiet life, pledging to his one moon, and you, an outsider who went as they pleased yet also wanted to belong. if aglaea is to deny his longing desires, then it is to deny your existence.

"don't make me laugh," aglaea reprimands sternly. the threads in the air are tense, ready to cut. your throat cinches. "freedom is something we gave up long ago to devote ourselves to amphoreus's amity." a pained expression fades within a split second.

a heaviness spears into you, weighing you down. you look at your feet. she is right, but you can't help but feel pierced into. silence reigns the air.

ping! [ hey! (눈_눈) ] you look up. [ what are you doing right now? ]

...? [ you said you'd live freely! (albeit as an 'npc') why are you hesitating now? you're letting the system win! ]

"huh?" isn't that what the system wanted though? to have you obey the rules and the role of a typical mc. then again, when did you ever listen to it? "uh, well..."

aglaea stands up. "that's all i want to convey."

"wait," the words suddenly burst out, a wave of energy surging. [ go go! ] "... saving amphoreus, it's not only an obligation, but something all the chrysos heirs chose for themselves." [ ∑d(°∀°d) ] aglaea raises an eyebrow. she is letting you speak what could be your final words.

"... castorice wishes to recover her past. she will defeat thanatos and save amphoreus, to discover the world with newfound purpose."

"mydei hopes to return to castrum kremnos and sever the last ties. he will defeat nikador to protect amphoreus and his new life."

"and phainon has people he wants to protect. and to do that, he will save amphoreus to keep them safe."

"the chrysos heirs all share the same feelings as you, hearts strong; saving amphoreus, but to also save a future of their own as well. so... put more faith... in them..." the words die out when you realise that what you've been saying, to aglaea of all people. her stare is critical, analysing your flaws. "or don't..." well, it was a good life.

you are expecting the sweet release of death. but nothing comes. it is silent before aglaea sits back down, one leg crossing over the other. she rests her chin on her hand, looking into the distance. seemingly conflicted, as if not wanting you to look at her, but hoping you'd stay for a bit longer. the ice in the air warms bit-by-bit. you process the silent understanding with her, watching the water flow. [ aglaea's affection +1 ]

"don't die guys. seriously." you give mydei a pat on the back, and castorice a thumb up because she'll instantly dissolve you otherwise. "where's phainon?"

"i saw him on the rooftop... i think he's wait... ing..." castorice trails off, head bobbing from a lack of sleep presumably.

mydei scratches his head. "we'll head off first then," he sighs. "don't keep him any longer than you have to."

"why am i-" the pair gradually get smaller into the distance. "-the one to go?" [ new mainline mi- ] "yeah, yeah, i get it." you wave the message away. [ 凸( ` ﾛ ´ )凸 ] you smile. [ YOU LAUGHED- ] muted.

sure enough, you find the missing person on a rooftop. phainon is surprised to see you. you wave, approaching him. "yo."

"... yo." he mirrors, brightening like the sun. but behind the smile were shadows.

"what's up?" you ask.

phainon is in quiet contemplation. "i'm afraid, honestly," he starts, "i do want to defeat nikador. it's been a life-long goal."

"but... i wish i could run away too, away from the commitment. rest my eyes and not have to think or worry."

insecure, anxious. you saw hints of it before, but now he has cracked completely, revealing to you. the calm before the storm. a final exchange of all the unwritten words.

you make an inch for his hand, but unsure, you retract it. "you sound as if you'll die."

his eyes widen. "i didn't mean to insinuate..." he looks down forlornly, at the distance between his and your hands. the quiver in his fingers craves, agitated. "i can't die yet, there's too much i want to do." his eyes move to yours. but the embarassment he feels when you reciprocate it quickly deflects his gaze away.

skin to bone; rust to metal. they only rot to the test of time, and it is only in this way that phainon will release himself from the overworld. not to the titankin, not to nikador, but a natural harbinger. that way, every breath, down to his last, can be spent on you.

you really want to pet his head. thinking back to the conversation with aglaea, you construct your words, "come home after this. to amphoreus, to the chrysos heirs. afterwards, there will be time for your heart to rest."

all these answers but phainon didn't find one to the question he is searching for. he tugs at your sleeve, eyebrows frowning. you feel almost shy looking into his faithful eyes. "will you be there too?"

your mouth opens, "me?" his ears wait for an answer. his fingers fiddling your fabric to as if to annoy a response out of you. reject, accept, deny, he's begging for anything. it doesn't matter.

phainon is entirely devoted to you, for reasons he had yet to explain. this part of his story is not left out. claim, discipline, stipple your mark into him and his skin will not rebound from your carving. until skin melted into flesh, and flesh peeled off his bones, and bones pulverised into dust, everything would remain as history written on his body until then.

at the end of the day, into the night, he is waiting for you. he's hoping you'll do the same.

a velvet smile paints your face, heart beating, your answer as natural as day and night: "i will be waiting too." for him, and his story of devotion.

"when we reunite, let's make a world of our own. one we both belong to, and one where we are free to do everything we want. where the sun guides us and the moon watches over, co-existing." [ ... ]

rule #2 in the 'npc survival handbook': do not get involved with the chrysos heirs.

phainon finds solace in the crook of your neck, strong arms wrapped around you but his hold trembles. you let him do as he please - let his heart, something he almost gave up, finally express itself, and you can hear his heart beat prove its existence. quietly, you card through his white strands with your fingers.

the sun begins to set.

"phainon, i order you to track this outsider. i do not know how they happened to breach okhema, but i suspect they fell from beyond the sky," agalae instructed, eyes sharpened. "if they make any suspiscious movement, or mention the forbidden, they must be dealt with swiftly."

thus, phainon watched over you, playing executioner. another mission, nothing new. leave them alone if proven harmless, execute if necessary.

standing upright on a rooftop, the first time he laid eyes on you, you were in the middle of marmoreal market, dazed, speaking... to no one? then the chest stealing, the sagelore fruit stuffed in your mouth, doing everything that you pleased - riding the loose currents of freedom, unrestrained by rules. without knowing, bright laughter left his rigid lips.

as days passed, disturbance grew. for whatever reason, the titankin were strongly attracted to you, as if you were an anomaly they had to eliminate. before one of them could strike you-

"hm?" as soon as you turned around to look, there was nothing there but the glaring sun quietly protecting you all along.

months passed like this and phainon slowly carved your existence into amphoreus. from the big movements, the twitching in your expressions. to the hollowness in your eyes when you watched the people chatter, the children running by, the scholars conversing. he saw it then. a black sheep walking among the herd; a shard of the night misfitting itself into bright daylight.

chaos worsened. the black tide brought night and agitated harmony's wavelengths. the titankin spiralled and even more were after your throat. took its toll on phainon as he stayed by your side when amphoreus was asking for him. it was one of the few times that he let his duties go for something he freely chose to do. although, the price to pay was hefty - it was him against many. and the threads hummed tunes about his misdeeds.

as much as the dark scared him, the night carried you to him on that fated day. you were going to kill him. open his stomach. stab his chest. those were most effective. but you felt so warm in his arms when he caught you.

in the back of his mind, a nagging hope procured a promising premonition. a hope brought to flame, his studying that came to fruition, when you tenderly looked after him.

he looked up at you. the moon softly caressed its shimmer upon you. you were moonlight. and from there on, the sun orbited the moon. a devotion that naturally made sense, that was meant to be.

days turned to weeks. you tried not to think about the emptiness. who are you? someone waiting for their husband to return home from war?

"hey kid, watch out." you steady a brown-haired kid before he could fall over again. he bows, thanking you. you learned his name was theophis.

"buying more sagelore fruit? come, come! the produce this season is at its ripest." their name was auguste.

"good morning, dearie. is phainon not here today either?" her name was hegesia.

again and again, you strolled around okhema, sticking names to familiar faces. the people grew to know you as time moved its hands - a sense of belonging and purpose in a place once foreign. you found yourself engaging with them, not because of a reward, or even being forced to do it.

it is then that you realise it. chatter, talking, noise. yet, everything is too quiet at the same time. no banter, no teasing remark... nothing.

in the middle of marmoreal market, you stand dazed again. something is supposed to guide you in moments like these. your heart is heavy, mourning a loss.

"system?"

the wind slips through your fingers, proudly holding your hand. it answers your call.

you are sound asleep when the night courses through your balcony, blowing the curtains with its star-glistened breath. the cautious clicking of boots unheard. fingers delicate, lips yearning, but settlling for gently pressing their head against yours, lightly rubbing back and forth. so careful, too delicate, a touch that only borders the rim of a minute gap between you and him, afraid to rouse you from your dreams.

"my moonlight... "

strangely, you slept well last night. and the night after that. and the next one too. you did your usual routine in marmoreal market and were about to head home when a strong gust of wind attacks you. "woah!" you hold your arms in front you.

the breeze gradually calms, tugging at your clothes. slowly, you lower your arms, feeling the familiarity in its touch. the wind guides you by the hand, dragging you hurriedly to the rooftop and you recognise his back.

"phainon?" he jumps a little at the sound of your voice, his tail wagging. his owner has returned. he awkwardly rubs a hand on the back of his neck, bashful - those ears are red again. what's he hiding?

his shoulders shake slightly. it is taking all his strength to not run into your loving arms. before he could, there was something in his cards to reveal. he turns around, closing the distance, and you finally meet his face. a very flushed one, that is. but a face you missed all the same. he clears his throat. "i want to explore amphoreus, find a quieter place," he says, structuredly, "i will return to okhema when needed, of course, but for now... the heart wants to rest," he extends his hand towards you. "will you come with me?" his hand trembles.

no pressure, no forcing. he is letting your heart decide the flow. he would go anywhere you wanted, as your desires are also his as much as it is yours. this is the freedom he wants, a drift of the wind that you decide, as long as he can ride along it with you. the direction does not matter when the amphoreus is only a speck in the universe, with so much to explore.

a smile creeps onto your lips. you steady his hand into yours. even after all this time, he acts like he's meeting you for the first time. "why wouldn't i?"

"oh," phainon immediately brightens. "g-great!"

you remember the well-rested nights. "but it was you, wasn't it? how come you didn't reveal yourself sooner?"

his encompassing hands fidget with your ring finger. "i... was practicing my lines for days." he looks away. "i was really nervous," he mumbles.

you grin. "what were you so afraid of? it's only me."

he chuckles. "you're right..." slowly, he takes your hand and presses it against his cheek. your cradle is a fondness reserved only for him. in his eyes, an affection that has accompanied you everywhere, since you first got here. a love that didn't need recognition, it only asks to follow you and shower him with the sound of your laughter when he gets lonely. "about everything, about us, i want to tell you how it all started from my eyes. ever since you got here..." -the sun had always followed the moon. he kisses your palm.

and before he forgets, phainon hands you an envelope. it is as heavy as you remember it to be. "all their blessings are in here, the chrysos heirs."

it really sounds like you are getting married. you let out a tired laugh.

there are no more rules. whether from a sense of obligation, freedom or loneliness, you'll both live how you want. become the main characters of your own stories.

"let's go!" with no time to waste, phainon excitedly takes you by the hand, legs flourished by the wind and trails of good fortune. the day is beginning to rise, and the sun is more than happy to follow his moonlight into the next day, and for all of infinity and evermore.

"godspeed to you," tribbie clasps her hands together in prayer, looking down at the pair from the far above. then, she smiles, her head swaying side-to-side. "searching for a small world of their own. it's almost like an elopement, isn't it, agy?"

aglaea hums, hand on her heart. the threads chime a ceremonial aria, the ice melts ever so little. "the heart... knows what it wants."

a person closes the novel they were reading. sighing, they pick up their phone and start typing again:

"this author has balls of steel to come back with another disasterous novel. so criiiiiiinge. where was castorice at the end? i was waiting for her! why is the male lead, a powerful warrior, reduced to a lovesick puppy? how does that make sense, you stupid author! such abysmal writing full of holes, leaking enough to fill an entire ocean. insanity, i say!" this random nobody criticises, slamming their fingers on the screen. they clear their throat. "hmph. the next volume better be coming soon."

a/n: im pooped, expect my third child to come out next year probably. everyone's invited to the baby shower, just make sure to bring ur best costumes. my back breaks everytime i have to argue philosophy with the reader and the characters like,, im being attacked from all sides. fun fact: ever since i prematurely posted my sunday fic, when im sleeping, everytime i hear a phone notif i instantly wake up bc i get scared thinking i accidentally posted again. so thats cool. new trauma gained ig😜 idk what else to say. like and subscribe, hit the bell icon for notifications. lemme know ur fav toothpaste brand. [ new achievement: 'thanks for reading!!' ヾ(*'▽'*)' ]

[wifeofsnowbaird]

[guys its the prologue, i did it so fast! also if you don't know what a bard is, they're poets from medieval times who sang for the king and/or queen]

You Can't, You Can't Catch me Now I'm coming like storm into your town

Part I/Part 2/Part 3/

Masterlist

[ mentor!coriolanus snow x time-traveled hg-era, district 9 tribute!reader x toxic! finnick odair(in the peacekeeper era)]

Warning: violence, serious injury, death, physical assult, gun and knife violence, possibly non-con...maybe.

Summary: You are a rebel, the last chance of the rebellion against President Snow. You're told to go on one last mission to kill the man who massacred Panem. It took you years to understand your mission when you became [name] Lily Baird, starting from the age of five till before the reaping day of the 10th Hunger Games.

The day you began your plan to destroy President Snow before he became the villain he was meant to become.

'Both sisters, Lucy Gray and [Name] Lily Baird are a part of the Covey, and though they have been chosen as tribute for both District 12 and 9 because of our own mistakes, we hope they will stay safe.'

You knew about [Name] Lily Baird, named after her because your mother was inspired by her fiery personality and strength, but now you realize that you were transported to a time before the Baird sisters died, one of sickness and one because of Coriolanus Snow himself.

'I will kill you, President Coriolanus Snow.'

‘Remember what he has done to your family, [Name]. Snow is nothing but a manipulator.’

You laughed before grinning over to Haymitch as he sent you a worried glance.

‘Well, I better remember this. The only time Haymitch Abernathy is serious and not seriously drunk.’

He grinned, a wide smile covering his face.

‘Take a video! Then you could see it and I could prove that I can be serious!’

You both laughed before sighing as Haymitch glanced at you sadly.

‘Believe in me, [Name], I’ve heard about women who were sadly obsessed with him. I just don’t want you to get hurt. Kill him, fall in love with a man you’re destined for, and live a happy life with no Snow in your way.’

You shook your head, Snow couldn’t be that handsome and since you know what he will do, you’re strong enough to fight that feeling.

‘I promise.’

They led you to the table, letting you bask in the warmth of the heater in front of you since you had been outside in the cold.

Katniss, Peeta, hell even Gale had said goodbye to you.

It made you feel…like…people cared…for you…

But the person you actually wanted there...refused to talk before you-the last hope-left.

Before the Covey had left for District 12, a woman named [Name] Lily Baird had gained a deadly virus. In the life where you had lived, she died the week of the reaping day and wasn’t chosen as tribute for District 9, but this time, you will be alive and manage to kill the man who ruined your life.

You will die, President Coriolanus Snow.

*cough* covid *cough*