#yandere twtptflob x reader

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Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead’s Sister-in-Law!

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Chapter 9

‘Slight’ Yandere! Dion Agriche x Fem! Reader

Arranged marriage AU

Warnings: thoughts about self-harm (biting thumb again), accidental self-injury(? + biting inside of lip which causes it to bleed), thoughts about implied murder, near panic attack, implied depression, slight blood, small/slight themes of obsession and possessiveness, slight themes of misogyny/some toxic behavior from Reader's family, please tell me if I missed any.

Nsfw warnings: OKAY, I honestly think Maria, if she becomes fond of a daughter-in-law, would absolutely push for grandchildren and take things into her own hands unless someone (Sierra) tries really hard to convince her otherwise. I’m really sorry for writing her as a creep but this will be the last time (either completely or for a very long time) I’ll write her like this. Anyway: suggestive, throwback to their 1st night, gifting of lingerie and aphrodisiac by Maria (again will not write her like this either completely or a long time, I tried rewriting this chapter so fucking much but this is what I settled on because it felt the most natural to me.) pushing for grandchildren, Maria somehow got the Reader’s measurements, please tell me if I missed any.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE HARMFUL AND/OR DANGEROUS/TOXIC ACTIONS AND/OR BEHAVIORS THAT TAKE PLACE IN THIS PIECE OF FICTION. THESE ACTIONS/BEHAVIORS SHOULD NOT BE NORMALIZED NOR ROMANTICIZED AS THEY ARE BOTH EXTREMELY TOXIC AND DANGEROUS.

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS/BLOGS THAT DO NOT INTERACT OR REBLOG ANYTHING FANDOM RELATED (FICS, ART, ETC.) DNI.

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‘Dear father and mother, 

I am doing well so far. The food is nice and the clothes comfortable. I haven’t personally spoken to my father-in-law yet, but I’m going to meet him for dinner tomorrow at the time of writing this. My husband, Dion is different from what I expected. Too nice. He’s not as brutal as others described him. It was surprising. But he’s a pervert and I almost hit him out of frustration and rejected his sexual advances like any sane person would. I know that you’ll say I should have let it happen, mother, but it hurt so bad I don’t think he’ll ever fit. Speaking of those vulgar activities, you lied he wasn’t flustered in the slightest until I started crying. Can you believe that? He’s a creep! But hopefully he doesn’t kill or torture me he’ll continue to treat me nicely.

Of course, as his wife I’ll do my best to support him in fear of him or Lant killing me otherwise in every field to the best of my abilities. Just how you forced taught me.

I have talked to a few in-laws, including my mother-in-law. I heard that you drank with her, mother. She's very  lively and has a sadistic unique personality. She’s very sweet to me. I have also met the fourth wife, Sierra. She’s lovely, I think you’ll also get along with her, mother. 

I hope that the two of you are faring well. The same goes for Zac and Elena, of course. Speaking of them, how has Zac’s studies been? He’s not skipping them again, is he or planning something dangerous like that stupid but well-meant plan he informed you, father, about? Yes, I overheard everything?

Is Elena doing well in her pregnancy? I know she moved out before me, but I’m still concerned about her and the baby. And Albert, he’s taking care of her, right? 

I’m not sure what else to write, so I’ll just leave it here. Please take care of yourselves. The same goes for my brother and sister.

Your daughter, (Name)’

“... I ended up writing what I really think… I need to rewrite this… again.” You sigh, leaning back in your chair as you crumble the letter. This was your fifth try, and while each one became less hostile and more casual, you weren't satisfied with any of the rough drafts to turn into a final draft. 

If you weren’t married to Dion, into this family, would writing to them be easier? You shake your head. No point in having these useless thoughts. Especially as Hana comes in with a knock and your permission, rolling in your lunch. 

In the end, you ended up going with Hana’s suggestion - basically saying that your husband fucked you too hard and rough last night and you needed to recover. Thanks to that, you didn’t have to change into the scarlet dress she picked out either - it was decided to be saved for the dinner you’ll have with both your husband and father-in-law tomorrow. 

You already asked Hana for indigestion medicine for tomorrow. 

“Thank you, Hana,” you put your stationary away and picked up the crumbled balls of paper that were failed attempts. She eyes you curiously but doesn’t comment on it. Instead she readies your lunch, placing the plates onto the table. 

The thought of eating makes you sick. You could barely hold down breakfast - could you hold down lunch? Or would your body give up immediately and reject the food? 

Warily looking at it, you notice two prettily wrapped up boxes - one pink with light red polka dots, the bow purple in color. The second box, a flatter one, had red wrapping paper with a tiny black hearts pattern, with the bow also black. Your heart speeds up as your gut twists painfully. If they were meant for you, they contain nothing well meant nor innocent.

“Oh, right,” Hana starts before handing both ‘presents’ to your unwelcoming arms, “Lady Maria sent these to you. I don’t know what they are, unfortunately.” With a grave look on your face you shakily thank her, a pained and forced smile stretching your lips. 

Maria sent these… oh boy, I sure do wonder what they are… 

“Later today, please help me pick out a gift for her. It’s only right that I repay the favor, especially since she’s my mother-in-law.” Placing them down next to your feet, you ignore the urge to kick them far, far away from you. It’s hard to keep your eyes off of the boxes. It’s hard to focus on your food, picking up your fork and knife as you cut into the grilled fish. 

It’s hard to chew, accidentally biting your lip hard enough to taste blood. It’s hard to drink the water as it threatens to choke you. It’s hard to not wince at the sharp sounds of cutlery against the plate as you imagine your head being chopped off like nothing. 

It’s hard to breathe. 

How much longer until you go crazy?

By the time you finish your meal, you’re sweating buckets. You hate it here. You want to go home -

“My Lady, are you alright?” Hana’s voice drags you out from your thoughts, flicking your eyes to meet hers. She’s picking up the silverware and placing it back onto the tray, but quickly takes a clean napkin from it and hands it to you. You take it with shaky hands, doing your best not to drop it. Thankfully your brain didn’t lag for too long for you to realize it was for your sweat.

You pat down your temples with the white cloth.

“T-thank you… v-very much, Ha-Hana.” Why is your voice so shaky? Why are you stuttering? Hell, why are you sweating?

You already had one panic attack - you don’t need another one. Your right thumb throbs at the memory and your teeth want to clamp down on it. The bandages suddenly feel too tight around the digit and you want to rip it off so you could dig your teeth into it. You bite your lip, only worsening the newly formed wound. The taste of your own blood spreads throughout your mouth again. 

You need to stop. 

Your attention switches to Hana, the woman staring at you uncertainly. It wasn’t necessarily out of concern but rather confusion - just how was she supposed to comfort her master? …you’re probably putting her in a rough spot. 

…right. I just need to accept my new reality… but today is not going to be that day.

Taking in a deep breath, you force your nerves to settle down - positive thoughts, positive thoughts. The sun is warm, the birds are lively, the bed is comfortable, your husband is gone - 

This isn’t the first time, and clearly it won’t be the last. 

“...thank you for bringing the food, Hana.” You’re not fully composed, not fully right of mind, but as the saying goes: fake it until you make it. You did it once, you managed to do it throughout the duration of the engagement, during the wedding despite feeling horrible, you did it while consummating your marriage despite being ripped open by Dion, you did it while at the tea party with Maria and Sierra, you did it last night when you told him off.

You did it back then, too. 

Force yourself to smile now. Tilt your head innocently. Act happy. Act happy. 

“I enjoyed it. Please give my thanks to the chief.” Your smile isn’t bright as the sun and slightly wavers. Your eyes aren’t shining brightly like stars, instead seeing past her. Your mind isn’t calm as you recall the brutality of this family that was shown and described in the story. 

Fake it until you make it. 

Yes, you think. Maybe you will have a conversation with Roxana. 

- - -

Hana left an hour ago yet you haven’t moved from your spot. No, instead you’re staring intensely at the presents in front of you on the table. They’re pretty, a bit childish. But knowing Maria… 

“...is it a trap…?” Carefully, you pick up the stereo typical present box and lightly shake it; it rattles. “Sounds a bit heavy… like a box within a box.” Curiosity gets the better of you and you gingerly untie the purple bow before ripping the wrapping paper. Despite the damn thing nearly sending you into another panic episode, it was satisfying to unwrap. 

A slightly smaller box is what you see once you manage to open the outer one. It was black and had a fancy red bow. Still a good size not to be something small. Unless it was a perfume. Breathing in deeply, you undo the ribbon and take off the lid. 

You’re met with a glass container roughly the size of your hand. Your heart drops at the yellow liquid inside. 

It looks exactly like the aphrodisiac your mother-in-law gave Roxana in the manhwa. 

“...what in the actual fuck… she’s basically telling, no, begging me to fuck her son… haha!” Your head rolls back as laughter overtakes you and shoulders violently shake. “I knew she was crazy, but fuck, how morally corrupt is this woman?” 

Instead of throwing it across the room like you should, you place it down on the table. You would have slammed it down if there wasn’t a chance that just smelling it could cause your body to heat up and become needy for a thing - a person - you don’t even want. 

“I’m scared to open up the other ‘present’...” in spite of that you pull at the black bow and unwrap it. You shake it - sounds like something soft. Like clothes. 

Oh. 

Oh no, no, no, no, no no -

“She didn’t. No fucking way… maybe it’s a sweater. Or a shawl. Gloves?” 

Trembling fingers take the lid off, a pink ribbon undone easily. This time, you throw the box to the floor after seeing what it held. 

A sheer black babydoll lingerie set. 

“Maria Agriche… you fucking creep…,” without another thought you shut the lid on it and shoved it into one of your drawers on your side of the dresser. Away from sight, out of mind you chant in your head, slamming the drawer shut. Your cheeks feel warm as both embarrassment and disgust fill your head and chest. 

… even if you wanted to sleep with him… or if you were in a healthy marriage with someone you love…

“...I could never wear that… it’s too revealing, too embarrassing.” Even in your old world you never wore such things. Not because you viewed them as dirty or slutty, but because they don’t suit you. Besides, putting in so much effort just for it to be taken off…?

‘I’m only going to ask once - would you rather keep your clothes on or off?’ 

“MMMMFFFF!!” throwing yourself onto the bed at the memory, scream muffled by the pillow, you mentally curse both son and mother. The son because he made your first time so horrible you’re mentally scarred and the mother because she’s a creep. More so than her own fucking son. 

A few minutes later you manage to collect yourself somewhat. Dreadfully you go to the dresser to pull out the offending clothing. You don’t plan on putting it on or to hold it over your clothes to get a vague idea of it either. Just to get a better look at it. 

Opening it and picking up the article of clothing, you examine it; pretty lace details on the him and breast cups, a flower pattern. It was soft as silk - clearly made from expensive materials. The straps were thin but they didn't feel too rough or stiff. Probably comfortable on the shoulders. 

Not like you would know - you never tried anything like this on. 

Curiosity killing the cat, you decide to see where it ends by holding it over your clothes; it barely brushes past mid thigh. 

When you go to put it back you notice an envelope and panties in the box. First, you pick up the lacy underwear, frowning as you realize that somehow, someway Maria had gotten your fucking measurements. Did your mother also tell the crazed woman your three sizes… “No, she wouldn’t. Even if she was drunk, she wouldn’t tell anyone such private details.” 

Carelessly dropping it into the box you grab the letter, opening it after a moment of hesitation. It takes even longer to unfold the letter. And even longer to actually read it, only for horror to come across your face and enter your heart. 

‘Sierra told me it may come across as inappropriate to send such things to you… but I’m just so excited for grandchildren! Oh, but don’t feel pressured into wearing or drinking those things tonight. The aphrodisiac lasts a rather long time. Besides, considering it’s Dion, I thought you might need some help to get in the mood whenever you decide to lay with him.

- Maria’ 

“No. Never.” 

Shoving everything back in, you shut the drawer close, making sure to hide the items underneath some layers of your… underwear…

You give up. 

“Ahh, why and how did I stumbled into the scene…” You turn around only to notice the yellow liquid contained in the glass bottle. Right. You forgot about that. “Maybe I should just pour it out…”

Not once did you realize nor notice how all the fear and fright left your body and mind, instead leaving caution and annoyance in its wake. 

- - -

Your husband returned at midnight, small amounts of blood splattered on his left cheek. When you look up from your book to greet him you notice that in the candlelight his eye bags seem darker. Deeper. 

“...welcome…back.” Your body starts to quiver and your heart beats loud enough you could hear and feel it once you meet his eyes. Quickly scanning his person you notice he’s wearing the standard male servant uniform: 

black shirt with red rimmed shoulder pads that have the Agriche crest on top, the shirt long enough to reach below his knees and splits at the hips, tied together with a brown belt at the waist. If he were to turn around you would see the family crest proudly engraved into the fabric. Blank pants that disappear into nearly knee-height boots with long, tied laces. 

The last time you’ve seen him in that uniform was the first time you met him, bored expression plastered on his face as Lant introduced him with a smug smile on that disgusting face of his. All he did was shake your hand as you stood still with prayers to a God who held no love for you. With your father glancing your way every minute as you were left in some corner with your then fiance to hold a conversation that never happened. When he didn’t spare so much as a glance at you, instead staring off into space as you couldn’t take your eyes off your lap. 

Wait. 

No. 

Maybe back then, you were too deep in your thoughts to notice that unnerving stare. 

The same one he has now - looking at you as though you were his prey, scarlet eyes glowing in the candlelight, like you belonged to him and he would never change that fact. That he would never let you change it, either. 

“Wife.” 

The word mixed with his sleepy voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard - it makes your ears bleed and eye twitch as you hold back the grimace of how he addresses you. He only wants you because you’re a normal person.

The moment you become insane he’ll let you go. 

That’s the only explanation. It has to be. That’s the only explanation your brain could come up with and accept. 

You’re too scared to bring up the night before yesterday. Beads of sweat slowly roll down your temples and breathing shallow as Dion walks towards the bed, heavy boots echoing. Time stops as your heart drops once he reaches the bed, reaches you and without a single word, he grabs your right wrist and - 

“What happened here?”

Oh. You forgot about your bandaged thumb.  

[1k1ga1]

Hello!i do not know if requests are still available,but is it alright if i ask for yandere!dion with a very kind and soft reader?like she is always giving dion compliments and hugging him,even patting his back.giving him sweets after he came back from a mission,u know?

❝ 𝓗𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝓜𝐄 , 𝓒𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝓜𝐄 . . . ❞

━━ 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐖𝐀 💭 𝐑𝐎𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐀 / 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃’𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

━━ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 💭 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐗 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 ! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

━━ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 💭 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 , 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who was unfortunate enough to be born as one of the black agriches notorious for their atrocities, yet he was also just a callow child with twinkling ruby eyes and a cheeky smile and no child has the capacity to be inherently evil. dion was not born a monster, but being a monster was all he’s ever known; becoming a monster was how that young child survived his bloodline, and somewhere along the way, his emotions had died along with the child he could’ve been had he been born into a normal family.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who’s never known the gentleness of a mother’s touch nor did he ever get to experience the warmth of a true family. all his life, death creeps in his shadow with stygian tendrils that wreath around his ankles — his hands tainted with so much blood they’ve turned black. he is convinced that his heart has been frozen, and yet somewhere inside the uncharted corners, there is a forsaken child that he’s rejected for his own sake, desperately crying out for someone to pacify his visceral yearning.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who notices your eyes first. most people look at him with fear, contempt, disgust, or they wholly delude themself of the part of him that is a murderer seeking blood. you are not most people. when he first meets your eyes, there is nothing but serenity and warmth. your pupils are unclouded and he can almost see his own reflection in them — you don’t reject the part of him that is sinful and a killer. instead, you accept him as he is — flawed and tainted and pathetic — and deign him with your kind smiles anyways.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who doesn't understand the new emotions festering within him after meeting you. the mere thought of you intoxicates him, and it’s even worse when he recalls your affectionate gestures in his presence. you’re just so dizzyingly sweet — too sweet that he could taste you on his tongue and feel you ballooning in his chest and coiling around his cold heart, squeezing and squeezing until he’ll unfold in your grasp.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who doesn’t know how to receive your affection at first, and instinctively finds himself pondering about your ulterior motives. he’s never been treated with such gentleness and endearment before, and whatever crumbs of familial affection he could get out of his half-sister, it all came with a price. so, what was your price? perhaps you required his expertise as a killer, perhaps you wanted to use his status to get to his family, perhaps you wanted to exploit him for all he was worth — or, perhaps, you just wanted…him.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who was at an utter loss when you confessed this truth to him. the sincerity in your eyes betrayed no deception, yet how is it possible for someone to love him? how could someone like him be loved? dion agriche, convinced of his incapability to be loved, was unconvinced of your love for him. he sternly rejects you, because behind an expressionless face, he fears what he’s known all his life would only further be confirmed when you ultimately realize he’s unlovable.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who becomes baffled by your persistence after his rejection. he expected you to crumble and concede after being the subject of his callousness, yet you remained unfazed. you were undeterred in your mission to ‘love’ him, and witnessing your resolve — like a rock worn down by the waves — dion made a decision that would change his life; he chose to let you love him.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who becomes flustered when you amped up the affectionate gestures to the max after receiving his reluctant blessings. typically, your touches would only be limited to fleeting pats on the back or the handshakes that you insisted on for a bit too long. but now, the gestures has become full-on embraces whenever you catch sight of him, long hand-holding sessions as you drag him around the garden, or the occasional moments when your touch would flutter over the arch of his cheek as you admired his eyes.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who, with his high walls and guarded heart, finds himself completely unraveling at your touch. in his turbulent and bloody life, you become a solitary sanctuary where he can let down his guard and shed the ruthless mask of an agriche. perhaps it was something about your mollifying presence, or the way your smaller fingers would distractingly trace shapes on the back of his han, and of course, the way your embrace always smells sweetly of you and whatever tea you indulged in that afternoon.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who finds himself getting comfortable — too comfortable with being treated delicately and spoiling himself in the limitless shower of your affection. by now, he’s finally admitted the fact you’d weaved your way into his heart and snuggled into the corner you’d created that just seems to continue growing. and now that he’s had this realization of just how significant you’ve become to him, he begins to feel the creeping fear of his life without you in it. dion finds himself desperate to have you finally see him for all that he is and bind your very soul to him before you could have the chance to run away, and this thought gnaws at him.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who stumbles into your chambers late one night, the blood of his latest targets splattered across the pale canvas of his skin. his inhuman appearance was purposeful, for he had intended to test you one final time; to see if you could love even this pathetic side of him that was nothing more than a weapon of bloodshed at the whims of his family. however, when you merely wipe the blood from his face with eyes shining with concern for him, he watches as the blood smears across your skin, yet you make no comment of it. even as he laid vulnerable in your arms in his most wretched form, you don’t push him away, and only hold him dearer.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who realizes that although he might be an incorrigible monster in the agriche’s hand, in your gentle hands, he is worthy of love, and he finally shed tears while enveloped in the softness of your embrace.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who learns about love through you; love is the murmuring and crooning voice that sings him praises and admiration, the small hand that massages his scarred and burdened back like a soothing balm, the same hand that combs carefully through his hair, and the heartbeat that puts his mind to a peaceful sleep when you cradle him against your chest. for the first time in his desolate life, dion agriche discovers what love is instead of what it isn’t.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who learns that he too can be loved thanks to you, and who learns to love you just as utterly.

[ddivilove]

To have the Agriche males vying for your attention? That was something entirely different and something dangerous.

DION AGRICHE loves you, although he does not express it. Nor will be probably ever due to his inability to express most of his emotions. Perhaps he'd show it in a subtle way, but he would never make it fully known to the public. He watches your every move, obsesses over every little thing you do.

If someone tries to take you away? He will shove them, beat them up, or even kill them on some instances where the male found the admirer very irritating. It was not irrational, not at all. You were his, and whether or not you knew so did not matter to him. He will make sure no one dared take you away.

JEREMY AGRICHE would be very open about his love for you. There is no denying the way he'd flirt in front of the people who he knew would like you in a sense. Men and women alike. He'd hold your hand, grab your waist, and pull you close to him just to make it know that you were his territory.

If anyone badmouthed you, they'd receive the same fate or worse. After all, torture was nothing new to the Agriche son. He would very much torture just about anyone who dares wrong you in any way. His darling did not deserve such treatment and never will. He is hell-bent on making that known and assuring that that will never be a situation deigned on you.

LANT AGRICHE, the head of the Agriche himself, obsessed with you? It was unlikely that he'd hide it. Not at all. He'd ask for your hand on the spot, buy you from your prestigious but greedy family, or perhaps he'd kidnap you instead. The man seemed to have a liking for this sort of violent and forceful act.

He would shower you with gifts, try to keep your mind off the fact that he'd taken you away from your family to be his instead of being married off to an old man, a suitor way over your years. He would keep you close, but not close enough to let his guard down and relax his ways with you.

He'd be very firm. Firm enough and strict. Strict enough to punish you, or threaten to, for even thinking of running away or proposing an idea he did not like. He'd also urge you to have his children, urge to breed you. Reason and convince with ease.

In the end, you were theirs, and they enjoyed that idea. Relished the thought of you wrapped around their finger. It made them happy and so much so.

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[lxdymoon0357]

Idk if your requests are open it not but if it is can you give me some pinjng for Roxanna x fem reader / gen reader? I need more of her 😭

(Honestly, understandable. She is a bit of a goddess...a demonic one, but a goddess nonetheless. Homophobia LGBT ally)

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

Roxanna Agriche X Fem! Reader Headcanons.

⊈ Rozanna either met you as you were her maid or you were a pet from another noble house. Either way, she had you under her control, doing her dangerous betting every single day. She had you easily wrapped around her perfectly, bloody manicured finger.

⊈ Your life was daily in her hands and she was always careless with it, but you know what you did when you came here; either by force or own desperate situation, but of-course it never scared less not knowig which is your last day.

⊈ Eventually you and her did fall in love and she had you close...Though Lante was horrified at his daughter being in love with a girl, but afterwards he calmed down and let her date you, as long as she'd somehow get a child for him to his lineage continues and Roxanna nonchalantly agrees.

⊈ Level passed!! New Level: You're an Agriche now!

⊈ Of-course you're now also a victim to many of the Agriches, including Dion, Charlotte, Fondaine and possibly others. But it's okay, Sierra adores you, Maria...she is weirdly infatuated, Jeremy is slightly jealous you're taking his sister's attention, but eventually you also become his friend.

⊈ She often feeds your blood to the butterflies as well, so they can recognize you too. Also adding tiny doses of poison into your tea, food, drinks. Has the most expensive furs decorating you with the heaviest security around your room.

⊈ Freedom is basically non-existent with the way she moved you into her room and you didn't go outside for like...three months! (I know it's normal for you nerds, probs. But please be normal right now.) ut yeah, almost zero freedom of going out, your'e free to do yada yada in your room though.

⊈ I know for SURE! Roxanne doesn't allow Dion anywhere near you, you'll easily be his next victim so Dion can see Roxanne's emotions more rawful, Charlotte is just annoyed with you being here, because you're simply BELOW her and you're also one of the favourites of THIS HOUSE?! FUCK YOU!

⊈ Speaking of favourites, you'll be joining them in Lant's "special-favourite children dinner" whenever it happens, maids and butlers and cooks are asked to taste everything in advance so you don't get poisoned by ANYONE. It will rain hell by Roxanna if anything happened.

⊈ Has you in makeout sessions right before bed, her fingers gently groping your tits and tweaking your nips, very gently though...depends if it leads to more or simply just a makeout sessions where you both sleep snuggled against each other, where she wakes up every few hours to make sure you're alive.

⊈ Has made sure you're always as safe as her mum, speaking of her mum. You spend a majority of your free time with Sierra, she likes you though a bit nervous around you two. You have to be super nice and get her to warm up to you and she'll adore you as much as she adores her daughter, likes that someone in this house brings her daughter happiness even if she herself couldn't.

⊈ Lanta, Charlotte, Dion, Maria, Grizelda are weirdly homophobic..yet allies? I don't get it, but imagine them just mocking Roxanne for liking a girl despite being beautiful, but the moment a guy or anyone would try to get near you and the person is dead because they're like "Not Roxanne's little shit, you fucker. I'll fuck you up if you hurt her, she's only ours to hurt" like a messed up family dynamic which is hysterically insane.

[umi-adxhira]

TWTPTFLOB TURNS INTO ANIMALS

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to the glorious @orngbanana. Btw Charlotte, Maria, Sierra, and Sylvia are all platonic

I. ROXANNA AGRICHE - MOTH

A very pretty yellow moth with red accents, similar to the poison butterflies but with more of a sheen

She stays with you most of the time, perched on the top of your head or on your finger if you're wearing a hood

You had to research what moths eat because you didn't want her to die (she thanked you once she turned back)

Jeremy wanted to look after her for a while, so you agreed. Unbeknownst to you, he didn't know that moths are attracted to light

He set fire to some logs in a forest during the night when on a mission and was startled when his sister was moving towards the fire (bro was scared shitless)

After returning her to you, you decided to read a book in the gardens. Roxanna was resting on a button on your gown, as you both read the pages

Overall a very well behaved moth 10/10

II. DION AGRICHE - HOUND DOG

A black-purpely dog with bright red eyes (they glow in the dark bro trust) with rough fur yet fluffy ears

He rests his head on your lap to pass the time. He doesn't want to lean into dog stereotypes where you throw him a bone or dog toy, and he races to catch it (you did it once, he was not amused)

Kinda like your guard dog, bit Fontaine in the ass one time when he was talking to you and barked at servants to leave you both alone

He doesn't like to admit it, but he likes having his ears rubbed. He unconsciously wags his tail and you refuse to let him know that

He refuses to admit he's a dog. He tried walking into Lante's office and was promptly escorted out, not without a bark or two

Licks your hand when you eat food when there's some sauce or crumbs left. It's not that different when he was human, but it's cuter now

Overall 9/10 (+2 if he allows cuddles)

III. JEREMY AGRICHE - CAT

Small blue cat. Idc fight with the wall but cat Jeremy is a baby

NEEDS to be touching you. He went to sleep on the pillow next to your head and woke up with his ass in your face

He can be a bit much, so attaching a small bell on your dress, and he'll be pawing at you for hours, or until he gets hungry

Sometimes, you hand him over to Roxana, and when she hands him back, you hear stories on how her brother tackled one of his younger siblings to the ground by scratching their face. It was funny, according to her

Gives your face licks when he wants your attention, and nuzzles into your neck when he's feeling eepy

I feel like at one point when he was drinking milk from a bowl, Dion saw and tipped Jeremy into the bowl, and he was just drowning, wailing at you to come save him

Overall 8/10 good kitty

IV. LANTE AGRICHE - DOG

Similar dog to Dion, but just bigger ngl. As his favourite spouse, you are tasked at looking after him (good luck)

He works all the time, so him being a dog is a blessing in disguise. He expects to be treated like a King

He refuses to go out of his room. Assassins could come to kill him in his vulnerable state, or worse, his own children

Barks almost constantly, when he wants something from the servants and they're just there like ??? because they can't understand dog (he kills them after)

Refuses to be at your feet. He needs a pedestal so he can feel superior to you even as a dog

Overall 4/10

V. SYLVIA PEDELIAN - BUTTERFLY

The most beautiful butterfly ever. Silver-blue wings with yellow accents

She actually spends most of her time with her brother, but he feels bad for you so he told (ordered) her to spend time with you

Actually feels bad and tries to do things to cheer you up, even though she can't really do much since she's a butterfly

Tries to impress you with cool tricks, which just makes her dizzy in the end, but they're amusing

Overall 6/10

VI. CASSIS PEDELIAN - DOG

A chihuahua. Partly because I think he would be small but also because I really like chihuahuas, and I'm not even a dog person

Quite similar to Jeremy in terms of attention. While he's quite independent for a dog, he still likes to lick your face awake and give you nuzzles

Sleeps on your lap or chest with a tiny blanket on top of him. He finds the normal ones too stuffy on his body and needs something light

If you don't pet him once every three hours, he will literally die. He may seem like he doesn't care, but he just sits in your peripheral vision sadly wagging his tail

Can actually jump really high. Jumped from the foot of the bed in the edge to the dead middle of it, and landed on all fours (our little acrobat)

Overall 8/10 very cuddly dog

VII. CHARLOTTE AGRICHE - DOG

Smaller than Cassis, bigger attitude than Lante. A red dog with green eyes and almost spiky fur

She bit someone in the ass for funsies not knowing who she bit because she can't see that far above her (it was Dion)

Likes running around the place until she gets tired, then gets annoyed when you haven't caught up yet

5/10 because she's cute

VIII. GRISELDA AGRICHE - FOX

Brown. Idk man

Very respectful, very mindful, very demure

She's also independent. She doesn't need to be touching you all the time, she's fine with just resting near you

She nudges your thigh with her head if she wants something, but that's about all the contact she makes

She'll notice you being sad that she doesn't want to touch you, so instead, she'll rest on your lap, and you play with her fur (she falls asleep to it)

9/10

IX. MARIA AGRICHE - SNAKE

Okay, no

Slithers around everywhere, especially to wherever Sierra is

Since she's s snake, Sierra doesn't mind hanging out with her, despite the fact that she's mildly scared of snakes

Gets lost easily. You have to get Fontaine, Jeremy or Dion to help you find her (they all say no)

Overall that slippery bastard is a 4/10

X. SIERRA AGRICHE - MOUSE

Can and will hide under the cabinet shaking in fear so Maria doesn't find her (she finds her anyways)

Roxana looks after her with you, so she doesn't get herself killed

Will sleep under a pillow, just high enough that she can breathe but not too high that someone will notice she's under there

Overall 6/10 (+1 if she doesn't hide that much)

©️umi-adxhira [18/10/2024]

[roseapov]

Older Sibling

Roxana & GN!Reader

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

Povtober 2023, Day 27 [Masterlist]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You're gonna survive!

And will live by her side for a lot longer.

[roseadleyn]

CAN YOU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO MORE YANDERE CASSIS FICS

i would never abandon you guys after you sent asks like these

i'm sorry if this took too long. i'm still busy and this took me time, i do hope it was worth the wait though!! enjoy <33

WHY DO I STILL FUCKING MISS YOU? || Cassis Pedelian.

tw: hints of abuse, sexual implications, said sexual implictions are dubcon, obsession, reader is on the breaking point and falls off of said breaking point

this is cassis after the timeskip

'Sweetheart.' His voice is like honey, sweet and rich and deep, but in your dazed and hazy state, all it does is pull at your sanity even more. 'I need to go.'

You hadn't slept.

How could you? How could you do anything except stare, and stare, and stare into blind nothingness, with hot, stinging eyes, because you were in the embrace of a man who claimed to love you, yet he isolated you from your life and the world and everyone you ever knew, and locked you up in dark, dark rooms where you were all alone, and did such unforgivable, terrible things to you? How could you sleep?

Your captor's hands ruffled your hair. You knew he had seen your state of unhappy consciousness, and you knew he was waiting for a reply.

The thing was... as messed up as it was... you didn't want him to leave. If Cassis left for the day like he usually did, it meant you would be doing nothing the entire day, just lying there in silk and lace, waiting for him like some kind of toy. When he was here — and when you actually behaved — it was at least a relief to have another human being in the same room, someone who ran their hands through your hair and rubbed your tired, weary shoulders, someone who talked and even told you stories about his day. You had read almost every book in the household, and there was only so much painting you could do, and because he had taken you to his own palace, you couldn't even see his family —

'Angel?' You could practically hear the smile in his tone, prompting you, warning you, to say something. To say what he wanted to hear.

You made your decision. Letting out a shuddering breath, you inched closer into his embrace. 'Stay.'

Cassis moved the hair away from your eyes. 'Yeah? You want me to stay?'

You nodded, tears forming at the thought of another day of just roaming your way too big home, doing absolutely nothing with your time and — no, wait — it was not your home. It was his home. This was just your house. Yes. That was it. 'Please.'

Cassis kissed your forehead. 'Are you sure?'

You reach pale, trembling hands around his shoulders and look up at him with wide, sleepless eyes. 'If you go… no… please…'

You didn't like this, but he really was all you had now. It was him, and it had been him for so long, and it was still going to be him, in the future, as far as you could see. Was it really wrong? Was it wrong to miss him when he left? Was it wrong to feel joy when he returned? Was it wrong to let him pull you close and wrap you in his cashmere sweaters that were way too big on you? Was it wrong to love him when he kissed you breathless?

No. It couldn't be. Cassis was good to you; you could talk to him. You could make it okay. He had never… never hurt you… even those long, long hours spent in the darkness of the room… he hadn't hurt you, he'd done it because — because you broke his heart first. How could you reject him so, when he loved you so much that it destroys him?

'So… you'll stay?' You ask, and your voice is both hopeful and heartbroken.

Well, if he heard the break in your voice, he chose to ignore it. He smiled, and that damned smile of his was pretty enough to make you tear up all over again. 'Of course. I would never leave you.'

That was all you needed, and you let Cassis hold you, kiss you, murmur praise in his low, calming voice into your ears, run his hands over your body and underneath your nightgown, to the place that still made you tremble — except this time, you did little to stop him.

You thought about how, a few months ago, you would've fought back against him — fought back against him fiercely and passionately, fought back like your very survival was on the line, only for Cassis to bring you down, calm you down, drag you back to the bed and remind you of who amongst you two was stronger, smarter, infinitely more capable, of to whom your pretty body and mind forever belonged to.

And as Cassis withdraws his hands — though still keeping them wrapped tightly around you — you thought about how you used to take every possible chance to escape. Windows, doors, basement trapdoors, even butter knives that you'd desperately try to fend Cassis off with. Nothing had ever worked. It only made things worse for you.

And as the pale, silken white curtains turn blue and pink and rose gold with the sunrise, and the entire room seems to glow in the silence, you thought about how beautiful Cassis is. He's divine, with pretty eyes of molten gold, and pale, pearly hair, and a smile so heavenly that it almost — almost — doesn't even suit him with what he did to you.

And as Cassis's sleeping form entangled itself with your much smaller, much softer one, you thought about was how much you used to fear Cassis, and yet — if Cassis were to leave you, then…

Well, you're not very sure about what you'd do, but… it might just break you.

tagging ; @mysticmeena, @writerig, @loekas, @loekas, @ykassu, @dion-s-lawyer, @that-one-pretty-bitch, @yourlocalintrovertt, @orlic1a, @hmerus, @cerisearan, @dxmoness, @salvatvre, @d10nsaint, @meow-meow-potato, @parkykwho, @izumi-astra-123, @ithil-lucien, and @palaceofghosts.

[melonminnie]

So many shades of gray. -Jeremy x vampire reader!

Prompt cause I’m bored :^ this is sort of gross so sorry

Warnings: mentions of blood, needles, body parts.

“Why are you acting shy as if you didn’t try killing me a moment ago?” The boy hummed, his hand cupping names face.

Name quickly turned their face to the side, their face flushed with embarrassment.

“If your that hungry you could’ve just told me” Jeremy trailed grabbing a needle that was next to his bed and pricking his finger.

Tiny droplets of blood start coming out, name took this as an invitation, and started sucking the boys finger.

Jeremy starred at this significant other in pure delight for no apparent reason, “Can’t you cut of your entire finger for me?” Name asked starring back at Jeremy with wide eyes.

“You know my finger can’t come back right?” Jeremy went back to cupping his significant others face, “I can’t reconnect my finger again”

The blue haired boy connected his forehead with Name, Both had reeked of blood for reasons unknown.

“You act as if I’m stupid sometimes”

“I know you aren’t but I’m not a vampire like you so” the boy smiled, “how about we make a deal Hm?” The grin on his face somehow stretching even more. It was ever so slightly

“What’s the deal” with Jeremy’s hands slowly coming up to Names face.

“I’ll give you alllll the body’s you want in the world yeah?” His hands stretching your cheeks as if you were just born.

“And what do you want in return?” The atmosphere around the two slowly darkened.

“For every 5 bodys” there was silence, almost as if Jeremy was doing this on purpose to be irritating. “You’ll need to cut one of body parts for me to use and I get to decide” he hummed smiling, grabbing onto your frail arms and moving them around like a doll.

“What do you say?” He asked, The blue heads eyes bored into yours awaiting Your answer with a smile on his face.

“Cmon name, we don’t have all day~” he said in a singsong voice, still moving your arms as if you were a mere object for the teenager to play with.

“Fine, but only one piece of my body you cannot over extend the limit” still not once did you bother to shake away from his hold.

“Great!, Nice working with you” he hummed once again before placing a kiss on your cheek, holding your body tightly in his grasp as he starred into nothing.

This sounded better in my head..

[ragazza-whintigale]

Could you make a part 2 of the cassis pedelien fic pls

𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌! 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝔒𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞 ➵ The Way To Protect The Female Lead’s Older Brother

𝔄𝔳𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔷𝔢 ➵ Comportamento Yandere, relazione tossica, Abuso di Potere, Matrimonio Combinato, dinamiche di potere contorte, Sorella maggiore invadente, tocco non consensuale.

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢 ➵ 4021

⟢𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 / 𝚂𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚘 ⟣

Erano quasi terminati i due maledetti anni promessi da Cassis, e (Nome) non ha semplicemente potuto ignorarlo come aveva pianificato. Lui te lo ha ricordato sempre, ogni giorno, affinché la sua fidanzata vivesse nella consapevolezza che non poteva scappare da lui in primo luogo.

La spiacevole sensazione di prurito in fondo all’anima era qualcosa che ancora non era riuscita a levare. Il non avere un vero controllo su se stessa la stava lentamente portando ad una specie di leggera e ironica pazzia. Ma questo non sembra infastidire Cassis o semplicemente lei non lo aveva mai notato. Gli occhi stanchi e quasi sempre socchiusi anche durante le conversazioni più interessanti. La bocca era asciutta per qualsiasi discorso e pregna di quell'espressione di disgusto per il mondo e per lui. Sentiva le mani fredde e ossute, ma non aveva freddo e soprattutto era difficile avere le sue stesse ossa esposte come pensava di sentirle al tatto. Forse è per questo che ha iniziato a strofinarle tra di loro in continuazione, quasi in uno scatto nervoso. Il rumore della porcellana pregiata risvegliò (Nome) improvvisamente e nuovamente si é ritrovata ad incontrare gli occhi soleggiati di Cassis. Era possibile stesse parlando, con lei e di qualcosa di importante - almeno a parer suo - e a cui Lady (Nome) aveva smesso di prestare attenzione nell’istante in cui aveva capito che non era qualcosa che meritava la sua reale attenzione. Non sapeva essere sintetico e sbrigativo. Ogni suo discorso conteneva ben poco di cose davvero importanti, la maggior parte era qualcosa relativo alla sua scarsa disattenzione. (Nome) lo riteneva marginale.

❝ Non pretendo realmente una risposta: Mi stavi ascoltando, (nome)? ❞ Se Cassis non pretendeva una risposta perché la domanda suona così autoritaria nell’istante in cui l’aveva pronunciata? Ma poi la nobile si é ricordata che in questi 2 anni l’aveva sempre illusa di avere una libertà effettiva o un vero potere decisionale in quello che lui aveva già deciso. Niente era qualcosa su cui sarebbe semplicemente passato sopra, soprattutto se lei avesse mai cercato di fare di testa sua. ❝ Mi stavo solo godendo questo thé. Non dovrei, Mio signore? ❞ Le due ultime parole le uscirono a fatica e ha quasi temuto di soffocare in esse, ma non lo ha fatto.

(Nome) nascose le mani sotto il tavolo di nuovo, con una certa discrezione. Ha fatto passare le punte dei polpastrelli di una mano sull’altra. Un movimento leggero e delicato, niente di doloroso o fastidioso.

Lei, in realtà, odiava quel thé e non era davvero qualcosa che meritasse le sue attenzioni, come volevi di certo illuderlo. Il bergamotto e la menta con il miele, erano solo le fragranze che più frequentemente indossava Cassis, e semplicemente le è sembrato che volevano farle il lavaggio del cervello. (Nome) aveva letto diverse storie di uomini che usavano certe fragranze ricorrenti per far invaghire una qualsiasi donna con il tempo. Questo doveva essere associato a sensazioni e gestiti piacevoli naturalmente.

Non era così diverso dagli Agriche che tanto disprezza.

E lei detesta il bergamotto.

Cassis non sembrava convinto della sua risposta. Lady (Nome) non sapeva se era collegato a quei micro segnali di repulsione o al fatto che ogni volta che accennava ad un argomento fastidioso lei nascondeva le mani come se fosse colpevole di qualche crimine.

In ogni caso non aveva nascosto il fastidio sotto una delle solite maschere, non c’era nessuno da cui doveva nascondersi. ❝ Sei costantemente distratta ultimamente, dovresti concentrarti sui preparativi. Manca solo un mese al matrimonio.❞ Non era del tutto colpa sua se era distratta. In primo luogo (Nome) non voleva nemmeno il matrimonio, non era pronta e tanto meno lo sarebbe mai stata con lui. Ma sapeva che non avrebbe avuto molto effetto se lo avesse puntualizzato ancora. Niente sarebbe cambiato e il matrimonio non sarebbe stato annullato. Era solo una grande perdita di voce e forze. ❝ Sono solo nervosa tutto qui. ❞ Certo non nel senso in cui voleva lui ma lo era. Avere una vita legata al proprio aguzzino non poteva non renderla nervosa e allo stesso tempo il mat rimonio era qualcosa che avrebbe dovuto emozionare… ma non lo ha fatto. Lei non provava niente.

Non stava più sfiorando le sue mani, percependo vene e capillari superficiali, ma stava sfregando intensamente la pelle creando un intenso rossore, niente di doloroso solo fastidioso.

Cassis si era alzato dalla sua sedia in metallo verniciato di bianco con cuscini di velluto azzurro soffici e lisci. La sedia aveva emesso un suono fastidioso mentre strisciava a terra, e semplicemente (Nome) si é costretta a stringere gli occhi per non soccombere al suono. Il Pedelian, da dove era seduto, di fronte a lei, si é spostato dietro di lei. Le sue mani troppo grandi e ruvide si posarono sulle sue spalle scoperte e vulnerabili. Ogni tocco e vibrazione sulla sua pelle le faceva tremare intensamente sul posto.

Ora ha iniziato a pizzicare e a creare calore, lo sfregare è diventato più insistente e (Nome) ha aumentato la forza.

❝ Nessuna bugia avrà più qualche effetto ora, mia signora. Dovresti iniziare a convivere con l’idea che tra poco saremo marito e moglie.❞ Si è morsa la guancia, e al ricordo di come che l’avrebbe messa sul suo stesso piano. Non lo voleva, voleva che la trattasse ingiustamente per avere qualcosa per cui incolparlo.

La pelle dei polpastrelli è stata sostituita dalle unghie. Graffi e sangue si mescolano e bruciano intensamente. Ha lasciato un bacio sulla tempia e ha fermato le mani. Non c’era tutto quel sangue che sentiva e nemmeno tutti quei graffi bruciare. ❝ Sarà meglio disinfettare queste ferite… chiamerò qualcuno che lo faccia.❞

Dopo di che se ne è andato attraverso la porta che collega il giardino alla tenuta Pedelian, ordinò ad una delle tante serve di tenerle compagnia, per tutto il tempo che sarebbe rimasta lì fuori e di prendersi cura della sua disattenzione.

Era sotto intenso che non poteva rimanere lì per sempre e nemmeno per troppo tempo. Avrebbe sicuramente pensato che stesse tramando qualcosa, anche se non poteva davvero farlo. Non ora, né dopo.

(Nome) si è chiesta come avrebbe potuto convivere con questo, con lui e con questo matrimonio. Lui glielo aveva ordinato quindi tecnicamente avrebbe dovuto farlo e basta. Arresa, Lady (Nome) si ritiró nelle tue stanze, tra qualche ora avrebbe dovuto incontrare il fioraio per scegliere le ultime composizioni e sarebbe stato seccante se fosse stata rimproverata per il ritardo da Cassis.

Qualcuno ha bussato insistentemente alla sua porta e semplicemente chi era dall’altra parte non si era preoccupato di aspettare che (Nome) rispondesse. La figura appena entrata, si fermò sulla soglia guardando la scena che, per qualche motivo le era familiare.

La serva si fermò dall’intrecciare i capelli. Era mattina presto e certamente Lady (Nome) doveva essere presentabile come minimo prima di poter ricevere qualcuno. L’altra opzione era un aspetto impeccabile, come aveva preteso Cassis, ma a volte c’erano occasioni troppo importanti per poter aspettare che lei fosse perfetta.

Nell’istante in cui era stata fissata la data del suo matrimonio, è diventata di colpo una dame delle più importanti del continente eppure sua sorella, Reina, poteva molto spesso dimenticarlo. Non che (Nome) l’avesse vista molto durante questi 2 anni, quindi non ha avuto molte occasioni per usarlo contro di lei. Ma era sicura lo avrebbe odiato.

Reina non era cambiata molto e conservava ancora la sua autorità di sorella maggiore. La bella nobile si è domandata brevemente se anche Cassis lo faceva con Sylvia, e semplicemente ha provato pietà per la sua futura cognata.

❝ Sorella..? ❞ Il silenzio di quell’istante, per un attimo le ha parlato più di come avrebbe fatto normalmente. Con uno sguardo da parte di sua sorella e un gesto della futura Pedelian, la serva è stata congedata. Come minimo avrebbe riferito la cosa a Cassis, ma di colpo era passata in secondo piano, come se (Nome) fosse diventata di colpo intoccabile con la bionda presente. Reina si avvicinò alla sorella minore e sciolse semplicemente il lavoro della serva, per procedere a modo suo, come sempre.

Sembrava disgustata dall’operato della donna. ❝ Pensavo che la famiglia Pedelian non avrebbero badato a spese per la cameriera personale della loro futura signora. ❞ Non sembrava delusa, lo era e basta, come se la (colore) fosse davvero superiore a chiunque fosse presente in quella residenza. Come se non fosse una novella futura sposa, ma la diretta matriarca della famiglia. Per il momento non era niente di questo, anche se un giorno lo sarebbe stata, ma per ora valeva meno di zero.

❝ È solo provvisoria…❞ (Nome) ha sottinteso che avrebbe scelto qualcuno di molto più appagante e rispettoso di quella donna. ❝ Sarà…❞

Mentre parlavate non aveva mai smesso di acconciarle i capelli. Il ricordo della sua infanzia, invase la mente di Lady (Nome), mentre Reina faceva lo stesso quando erano più piccole. Quando Reina non era sposata e non aveva quelle pesti dei suoi 3 figli e la più giovane non stava ancora complottando per affondare il suo futuro marito.

L’intreccio era preciso e pulito, e decisamente più stretto di quello della serva. Poteva quasi fermare il flusso sanguigno se davvero fosse stato possibile. Questo era quello che si doveva pretendere da una cameriera che avrebbe preso questo ruolo. Ma (Nome) poteva immaginare che non potesse esistere una persona più affidabile di questa donna, per stare al suo fianco.

❝ Come procede la tua relazione con Cassis? ❞ L’affermazione era uscita dal nulla. Non aveva usato titoli o onorificenze vicino al nome dell’uomo che era a tutti gli effetti l’erede di casa Pedelian. Reina era sempre stata una donna irrispettosamente elegante.

Tutto quello che poteva dire era così semplice ed essenziale quando era con Reina. Ma lei era seria! o forse la stava prendendo in giro? Sperava la seconda ma era chiaro fosse la prima. ❝ Procede… almeno credo. ❞ Si sono fissate per minuti interminabili negli occhi e semplicemente aveva capito cosa intendeva con la sua vaga risposta. Aveva iniziato ad inserire nel raccolto un complesso di nastri dai colori azzurro e blu, dando un qualche tocco di colore, imprimendo saldamente la consapevolezza del suo ruolo e poi del proprio nei confronti di (Nome) .

❝ Invece tu che cosa ci fai qui? ❞ Non capitava molto spesso che le due sorelle avessero tempo di qualità da passare solo loro due. C’era sempre la presenza di Cassis o suo cognato o ancora i suoi nipoti. Nessuna chiacchierata tra sole donne adulte e anche allora vi erano orecchie indiscrete a cui non era saggio far ascoltare. Cameriere, lady Pedelian o ancora Sylvia.

❝ Ma come? non posso prendermi una pausa dai miei doveri di Moglie e Madre per aiutare la mia adorata sorella minore con il proprio matrimonio. ❞ Mancava un mese al matrimonio… ma era plausibile. Spesso Reina rammenta come (Nome) fosse la sua preferita.

Le due più grandi in casa e un'età molto più vicina rispetto alle due gemelle. Ma la (colore) sperava ci fosse di più per questo suo intervento.

❝ Avete già piani per il futuro? ❞ (Nome) capii all’istante e molto bene cosa intendeva con questo, era molto velato ma era il loro modo di parlare. Quel modo di parlare segreto per intendere cose che gli altri non avrebbero dovuto capire. Piccoli cenni del capo, guardare in un certo punto ad un certo punto, gesti con le mani del tutto nella norma ma che in un preciso ordine avevano tutt’altro significato.

Questo aveva fatto Reina - decisamente la più intelligente della famiglia- che aveva capito che qualcosa non era come dovrebbe essere.

Aveva ritenuto ad un certo punto necessario che lei è la sorella avessero un modo diverso per comunicare.

Ma questa volta non ha avuto bisogno di alcun segnale. Solo di una semplice frase.

Lo avete già fatto? O ancora meglio: Ha già fatto qualcosa?

Reina non aveva staccato il suo sguardo da (Nome) anche quando quest’ultima lo aveva rivolto altrove rispetto al riflesso glorioso della sorella. ❝ Non esattamente. ❞ La bionda odiava le risposte vaghe. Questa era una di quelle. ❝ Dovresti essere più specifica. ❞ Strinse un pó troppo il nastro e le due ciocche sigillando l’acconciatura appena completata. Reina la voltó di scatto. Ora erano una di fronte all’altra. ❝ (Nome), cara sorella, se fosse per me non saresti in questa situazione… ❞ La sua mano accarezzò affettuosamente il viso della sorella più piccola. ❝ … se ti ha fatto qualcosa, qualsiasi cosa, faró tutto per fargliela pagare. Q-U-A-L-S-I-A-S-I.❞

I suoi occhi castani erano fuoco ardente che divampava. Cosa poteva fare? ❝ So cosa pensi… lo ti si legge negli occhi… ❞ Se possibile il fuoco divenne ancora più divampante nei suoi occhi, (Nome) temeva sul serio l’avesse bruciata viva.

❝ Esistono molti modi per far soffrire una persona… ❞

(Nome) si mosse tra le coperte risvegliandosi da uno di quei sonni profondi e intensi. Ne aveva sentito il bisogno in questi anni, era da tempo che non dormiva come si deve. In parte dovuto ai preparativi e in parte per l’insistenza di Cassis, i suoi pensieri erano diventati un peso che aveva colpito anche il suo sonno. Avere qui sua sorella è sicuramente la cosa migliore che le sarebbe potuta capitare- batte di poco la scenata di (Nome) e Cassis per la scelta del profumo che (Nome) avrebbe usato per il matrimonio-.

Ogni qual volta che lui avrebbe cercato di cambiare qualcosa che Lady (Nome) aveva scelto, Reina interveniva in una discussione diplomatica e insistente su chi poteva avere la meglio - ovviamente lei-. E’ rinfrescante e rassicurante, tanto quanto la sensazione della silenziosa rabbia di Cassis.

Ogni tradizione è stata rispettata e ogni obiezione e cambiamento richiesto da Cassis era stato eliminato. E’ sbalorditivo, voleva davvero imparare anche lei qualsiasi nome avesse questa arte nel discutere che Reina padroneggiare.

Un gemito di contentezza è uscito dalle labbra sottili senza pensarci e senza consapevolezza della sua presenza. ❝ Pensi che possa durare in eterno?❞ (Nome) ha aperto gli occhi in un sussulto e ha visto Cassis nel suo stato rilassato, se non fosse per l’irritazione che gli addobbava il viso.

Non ha dato segno di paura o sorpresa nel vederlo nella sua stanza. Ha già messo in chiaro dal primo momento che tutto ciò è suo è di Cassis e tutto quello che è di Cassis è anche suo. Oltre ad aver sottolineando più volte che avrebbero comunque finito per condividere un letto tra meno di 2 settimane - 1 anno e 10 mesi la prima volta -.

Questo gli è sembrata una scusa sufficiente per svegliarsi alle prime luci dell’alba, raggiungere la stanza della sua fidanzata e sedersi sul suo letto per osservarla e avvolte toccarla. (Nome) non credeva fosse una buona scusa e di conseguenza aveva cercato di allontanarlo… le prime volte. Presto ha capito l'inutilità del gesto e lo ha lasciato fare. Le sarebbe bastato urlare e qualcuno avrebbe rimproverato il comportamento del ragazzo nei confronti della sua novella sposa, se mai avesse osato andare oltre.

❝ Non riesco a capire cosa intendi con questo. ❞ Lei si è tirata a sedere e poi si è allontanata il più possibile mentre lui si metteva più comodo sopra le coperte. Un sospiro esasperato lascia Cassis e (Nome) poteva quasi sentirsi orgogliosa del turbamento che provava anche se non era niente in confronto a quello che aveva provato in quel periodo. ❝ Ti prego (nome), non fingere di non capire. Non ti si addice.❞ è vero. Ha finto di non capire, ma era sempre meglio fingere di non sapere. Lui sembrava non aver mai imparato questa lezione e sperava che prima poi la vedesse dalla sua prospettiva ma il suo sguardo sembrava dire il contrario.

In ogni caso finge di non sapere le riusciva meglio di qualsiasi altra cosa e di conseguenza lei stessa pensava le si addicesse come cosa.

❝ È solo colpa tua… non hai niente di cui incolparmi. ❞ (Nome) si accasciò in modo rilassato tra i cuscini. La sua facciata era caduta, e decise di non sostenere più quella bugia, per il momento. ❝ In quale modo sarebbe colpa mia?❞ Il suo viso era corrugato in una espressione mista tra l’irritazione e la sorpresa per il cambiato repentino di (Nome). La sua voce però era ancora dura e gelida come sempre. ❝ Io non ho mai voluto questo matrimonio, non lo voglio ora come allora.❞ Non poteva mentire su una cosa del genere. Lo dimostrava a quanto era arrivata. Cederlo ai loro nemici pur di fuggire da questo, e successivamente avrebbe sop portato qualsiasi punizione le avessero affidato dopo il suo ritorno. Solo non era disposta a continuare con questa punizione. Persino le celle fredde dei Pedelian potevano essere più invitanti di questo matrimonio.

❝ Avevi detto che avresti sopportato qualsiasi punizione, ora ti rimangi la parola. Eppure sposarmi non mi sembra una poi così grande punizione.❞ Era facile per lui parlare. Lui aveva deciso di portare avanti il buon nome della sua famiglia, (Nome) invece aveva optato per vivere con tranquillità senza grandi pretese. Lui l’aveva trascinato in questa cosa, in fondo tra tutti aveva scelto lei. Chissà così ci ha visto allora?

❝ Speravo sinceramente in una punizione più magnanima.❞ Lui rise sotto i baffi. ❝ La prigione ti sembra una punizione magnanima? ❞ In realtà no, ma era più allettante di stare con lui per tutta la vita.

❝ Il matrimonio è una prigione. Solo senza sbarre.❞ Parole di sua sorella. Le stesse che disse una settimana dopo il suo matrimonio, quando avevano litigato per qualcosa che (Nome) aveva classificato irrilevante, ma che nel loro contesto sembrava esagerato.

❝ Hai un modo contorto di vedere di vedere le relazione amorese. ❞ Non era di certo una relazione quella, tanto meno amorosa. Lo ha fulminato con lo sguardo mentre lui fissava le sue mani giocherellare con l’orlo della tua adorabile camicia da notte in seta. Era più a suo agio quando (Nome) non cercava di squarciarsi le mani e non gli gridava quanto fosse sbagliato. ❝ I discorsi servono a questo… rivelare quello che è stato nascosto.❞ Altra frase di sua sorella solo questa era dedicata a lei.

Quando Reina di notte entrava di colpo in camera dopo aver scoperto come (Nome) era fuggita sfacciatamente di nascosto senza dirglielo e la costringeva a raccontarle tutto. Terminava sempre in questo modo il discorso per poi complimentarsi per essere riuscita a ingannare tutti -tranne lei ovviamente-.

❝ Sai essere molto più loquace a quest’ora, mia signora. ❞ Cassis era ad un palmo dal suo naso quando ha parlato, e (Nome) -persa nei suoi pensieri- se ne era accorta troppo tardi. Le sue mani l’avevano avvicinata a lui con estrema facilità lasciandola quasi sorpresa di quanto potesse essere forte.

Se mai avesse pensato di fuggire, avrebbe dovuto giocare d'astuzia e non sulla mera forza fisica. Ad Cassis sarebbe bastato poco per alzarla di peso e riportarla indietro da lui e dalla sua famiglia.

In un gesto istintivo (Nome) ha inarcato la schiena, per evitare la sua mano. Solo non aveva calcolato abbastanza adeguatamente la distanza da prevedere l’incontrarsi dei loro petti.

I loro occhi non avevano molta distanza tra loro, tanto che avrebbe sentito anche il più leggero dei suoi respiri.

❝ Sarò anche loquace ma tu sei invadente. ❞ (Nome) ha puntualizzato stanca di qualsiasi cosa potesse fare Cassis. Non si era trattenuta più -non che avesse realmente intenzione di farlo in ogni caso - ma ora si sentiva solo maggiormente autorizzata. Le sue labbra erano sul suo collo lasciando baci a farfalla, mentre le sue mani viaggiavano leggere sui suoi fianchi e sulla sua schiena.

Si é sentita Delusa e in gabbia, nonostante parte di questa situazione fosse proprio sua.

Per quanto (Nome) potesse riconoscere che quello che aveva fatto e la presenza di Reina lo rendessero frustrato e allontanato, la sua ragazza non lo trovava comunque giustificabile.

Il mix di inadeguatezza a qualsiasi ruolo lui potrebbe ma volere per lei, il formicolare sotto la pelle e alla pelle d’oca; Formano sonata di disgusto che penetra la pelle bel curata e profumata. Lo spinse via, o almeno era quello che voleva fare. L’unico risultato ottenuto era una distanza di a malapena 20 cm dei loro volti, e fermando di conseguenza le mani di Cassis. Una al centro della schiena e l’altra sul suo fianco destro. ❝ C’è qualcosa che non va? ❞ Sussurrò a bassa voce, affinché solo lei potesse udirlo. Il tono era leggero e amorevole, quasi come non ci fosse stata una discussione poco prima. Come se entrambi lo voleste davvero. Come se lei volesse infrangere la tradizione della prima notte di nozze proprio con lui.

Ma non era così.

Il disgusto é ancora più accentuato. ❝ Tutto questo. È tutto questo che non va! ❞ Si sentiva annegare in se stessa mentre lui alza un sopracciglio. Non sembrava capire cosa ci fosse di male. Glielo leggeva negli occhi caldi e chiari. Lui voleva arrivare fino in fondo quella notte.

Cosi che nessuno potesse difenderla da lui. È questo che ha pensato lei, e per questo voleva impedirlo.

❝ Questo non è il momento… hai atteso due anni… perché adesso..❞ Ad (Nome) mancava il fiato per quello che poteva sembrare la millesima volta da quando l’evava toccato. Il petto, le braccia, il corpo e la coscienza sono pesanti, come se ad un certo punto qualcuno le avesse fatto franare una montagna addosso e l’avesse lasciata in balia di qualsiasi morte l’avrebbe attesa. É rimasta lì in un soffocante silenzio solo che solo lei stava soffocando.

Lady (Nome) non sapeva se fosse i suoi occhi ancora fissi su di lei, o la pesantezza delle sue disperate é sprezanti parole o il semplice peso delle aspettative. ❝ Avevi promesso che avresti aspettato-❞

Rise basso e amaro mentre la guarda - no, anzi stava guardando qualcos’altro -. ❝ Sappiamo che non si tratta di questo… smetti di fingere che te ne importi. ❞ Cassis si é permesso di trascinarla a se. La Distese sul letto con la schiena contro il materasso, le sue gambe avvolte intorno alla vita di Cassis, le sue mani erano al lato del suo volto ed convolto e spaventato… e lei semplicemente rimase immobile aspettando qualsiasi cosa, qualcuno che venga a fermarlo.

(Nome) era sempre pregna di quell’espressione sconvolta quando era sola con lui in quella camera. Ogni volta parlava di quella maledettissima prima volta come se davvero fosse il punto focale. Come se fosse il vero centro del discorso.

In realtà, agli occhi di Cassis lei avrebbe trovato una scusa anche quella notte pur di non essere tocca in qualsiasi modo. Non aveva semplicemente senso continuare a prolungare le loro torture. Lui avrebbe potuto solo soddisfare il suo bisogno di possederla e lei semplicemente avrebbe smesso di negare.

Pateticamente non lo ha respinto, non per la consapevolezza della loro differenza di forza, ma dalla pura e semplice paura.

Se avesse voluto andare avanti, (Nome) avrebbe semplice pianto e supplicato affinché -prima o poi- questo potesse finire. ❝ Non si è mai trattato solo aspettare e lo sai. ❞ Certo che (Nome) lo sapeva. Per quanto fosse consapevole di questo era inutile, provava ancora un immenso terrore.

Prima o poi sarebbe dovuto accadere, e rimandare era solo l’unica cosa su cui Cassis ti ha fornito una scelta.

Si abbassò e ora il suo volto era dannatamente vicino alla sua pelle. Bació a stampo ogni punto di pelle scoperta a sua disposizione in quella dannata posizione. Le spalle, il collo, il viso, la mandibola, le clavicole e la valle dei seni. Quest’ultimo gli impone di spostare il tessuto della delicata camicia da notte. Avrebbe potuto andare avanti così, togliere l’abbigliamento da notte della sua signora e continuare, non lo avrebbe fermato ed era sicura non lo avrebbe fermato neanche ora.

Tuttavia non è andato oltre si era fermato lì, dove l’ultimo bacio era stato posato e si alzò di colpo.

❝ Spero sia bastato come avvertimento… Il tempo è un lusso che ti ho concesso io e nessun altro. ❞

[rouecentric]

╰►❝ SORRY I KIDNAPPED YOU, DO YOU STILL WANNA FUCK? ❞

summary: dion gets... interested.. in his fathers friend.

a/n: i fantasized ab dion with a dilf/milf! reader, have fun reading this shit

the actual work is under here!

the first thing DION noticed when he entered his father's office was an unfamiliar figure sitting in front of his father, cheerfully interacting with each other.

your voice was rather enticing, such a shame you stopped talking after hearing the doors open. maybe he should've just waited before opening the door just a little more so he could hear your voice?

DEON, who was surprised by his father announcing that you, a person from one of the other five ducal families, would be overseeing his training.

DEON, who always trusted his teacher, you, and your opinions, your word is law to him, even if it's negative about his father.

DEON, who overtime started noticing little things about you, such as how your tone would ever so slightly change when talking to people you disliked.

DEON, who always felt an uncomfortable pang in his heart whenever you would act all lovey-dovey with your wife/husband and children.

DEON, who realised he saw you as more than a mentor and friend. he later pondered if he should kill your spouse so he could be with you.

DEON, who started to try and seduce you, noticing your little expressions whenever he does so.

DEON, who abducted you in your sleep and tied you up to a bed in a manor he bought himself, all just for you💕

DEON, who when you woke up, demanded that you'd say you love him, looking at you with a crazed look in his eyes.

DEON, who worshipped your body and kissed you all over your body when you said it, as if you were some sort of god.

DEON, who let you use him and his body however you saw fit.

DEON, who happily partook in the fall of the agriche dukedom because of your orders.

DEON, who was now your lover, having an affair on your poor unsuspecting spouse and children, who thought that the reason you and him were this close was because he saw you as a parental figure.

[that-one-pretty-bitch]

(A/N : Reader is an arrogant woman because of her looks and skills, she isn’t little miss perfect, she will seduce and use Dion to her twisted wishes )

A bit Limey so 13+

Her heart pounded against her chest, her breaths were heavy. She was thrown onto her knees by a guard and forced to not look up. She could only see leather shoes, these shoes were different, they were not akin to those of the men that had captured her, they seemed grander. Black leader shoes carved in gold with the Agriche symbol on it, Agriche symbol…

That could only mean that the man that is standing by her is an Agriche resident. She felt sick knowing that she was in the presence of one of these monsters. 

Her head was brought up only for E/c eyes to meet Crimson ones. He was an average looking boy, it was quite unusual considering that all kids of the Agriche Ancestry are bent with bewitching looks. With a face like that, she was sure he was unloved by his mother, all women in this heritage are quite demanding when it comes to looks. He looked like a half-heartedly carved out doll, there was a glimpse of something in his eyes, something that you couldn’t quite wrap your head around, however the rest of his expression was simply bored and unfazed. 

She heard the sound of footsteps, was her luck so awful that she would encounter more of these freaks?

He was seemingly much older than the boy that was standing beside her genuflect figure. Unlike the younger boy she could make out his expression, his eyes held a certain amount of insanity within them. Watching as the man smirked down at her, she knew she was doomed.

“This is the woman you wish to marry, Dion? A wonderful choice, she is heavenly as expected of you son,” That man spoke, Ah so the boy’s name was Dion.

The older man tugged at the ropes that were binding her onto the floor and handed them to Dion, she were being treated like a dog, that was simply no way to treat a woman like herself.

As she were forced up she noticed that Dion wasn’t the only Agriche in the room, as if her life wasn’t already hanging by a silk thread she would now have more of these inhuman creatures to deal with.

How many hell spawns did that old man have anyway?

Noticing special brooches on each of them, it didn’t take long for her to recognize that each of these children present were upper ranked children. The most terrifying of the bunch, she felt her bottom lip quiver at the sight of them but remembered that Agriches feed off fear so she must remain calm at all times. Taking a deep breath in, she observed her surroundings more precisely.

Everyone seemed to have their own contradictory reactions to her unexpected presence. However, they all had one thing in common, Y/n was quick to notice, vague interest. 

It was time she kissed her freedom goodbye, having four Agriches show interest in her wasn’t something that could be simply brushed off.

“You are coming with me,” Dion said, his voice was a deep tone, it felt bone chilling yet so pleasant. 

Y/n couldn’t help but glare, how could that man simply order her around? She was no object!

That was a wrong move, like one were playing a game of chess absentmindedly and realized that they would lose no matter what. She wanted to cry, to scream but her throat refused to heed to her call. She couldn’t voice her thoughts as her mind got louder and louder. Insults were being thrown at her, flashbacks of memories with her family, hurt, pain and guilt. She was caught in a storm of memories, however she needed to avoid crying at all costs. She knew that in this household people that showed any weakness were devoured whole. Taking deep breaths, she calmed her mind down and looked up at Dion who had not started walking. He was staring at her, undressing her with his eyes. 

To think, someone so hideous would fancy her, she deserved much better but perhaps if he liked her she could find a way to escape this hellhole and destroy it once and for all. It's settled then, she would slowly seduce Dion and use him to destroy his family with the payment of her own body.

As Dion was about to walk off, another man with a scarred face started to argue about Dion keeping the ‘beauty’ that she assumed was her for himself. One sharp glare from Dion was enough to shut this man up, was this man truly that terrifying? In those eyes of his she saw vulnerability, she may have been the sheep to a wolf but the roles would reverse themselves soon. She was sure of it.

She realized that her feet were shambled, walking had become difficult, each step she took felt sharp and painful. It seemed that she had sprained her ankle and the metal chains were not going easy on her injury. Each step only strengthened the fury of her pain, Dion took notice of her limping and smirked. For once, he showed some emotion.

Her walking became slow and soon after her feet gave up on her, tumbling towards the floor. Oh, how humiliating this was for her. As she prepared herself for the harsh impact of the floor she felt muscular arms wrapped around her waist. Dion had caught her, her heart sped up as she looked him in his eyes, she had never been this close to him. Everything about him terrified her, his arms could break every single bone in her body one by one. He could destroy her mind and body easily but knowing so simply excited her. For once a man wouldn’t be easy, she would have to work hard to get Dion Agriche on her side and then she would use him. Unlike the others he would not just fall in a trance for her beauty, she would have to take time and seduce him.

She felt excitement gleaming in her eyes, oh this would surely be fun, she was afraid but fear should always be used as fuel for power and Y/n would settle for no less.

Scanning the hallways, Y/n manages to memorize each and every door. The mansion was surely a maze but Y/n wasn’t all beauty. She was an intelligent woman who excelled in her academics. 

The Agriches had quite the taste when it came to the interior of their mansion, Y/n wondered if they made their hallways so perplexed so that prisoners, like her, wouldn’t escape…

Their floor and walls were lavishly decorated with a darker color palette, perhaps this was to hide blood stains, after all blood stains are much easier to clean up on darker surfaces.

Y/n didn’t know if she was overthinking this or the Agriche knew from the very start that they would want to be cold hearted murderers. That's why their interior supports their dirty work.

Her train of thoughts came to an abrupt stop as the man carrying her stopped at a door, despite the fact that the Agriche estate was dark, this room door was even darker, it was a pitch black decorated in mesmerizing gold. 

As he took her inside and placed her on a couch, removing the shackles she noticed that this room was quite plain. Much to her distaste, it was a well maintained room but it lacked the feeling of a room, it seemed more like a lavish prison than a room. There were knives displayed on the wall, and simple furniture in its righteous place.

Y/n tenses up as the lock of the door clicks behind her and Dion comes closer, part of her wished she could run, which would have been futile and another part thought that she should use this situation to her advantage.

His blood eyes landed on her face, such a delicate face, dazzling features, he rubbed his thumb against her lips. His intentions were clear, he seemed to have taken an interest in Y/n and wanted to make her his wife. Her breath hitches as his hand is brought to her jawline, he carcasses her face but to Y/n it seemed that he could snap her skull anytime he pleased. It was like her life was in his hands and this displeased her greatly.

She attempted to control her breathing as she remembered that she was in the hands of a monster who fed off her pain only for her unfaithful body to give in and shiver at his cold touch. His touch is gentle, far too human to come from the likes of him.

Y/n may not have known Dion Agriche too well but she knew he was not one to talk. It seemed as if she would have to start the conversation, this man couldn’t even bother to offer her a drink! Her throat was incredibly dry and scorching she needed water right away

“May I have drinking water?” Y/n asks, her voice seductive, oh how she hoped he would just fall for it and give her a glass.

Dion seemingly ignored her and moved his hands to her hair, twirling it in his fingers.

It was quite frustrating that Dion’s persona didn’t falter in the least, she couldn’t tell what he was thinking at all.

“Why?” He asked, like a woman couldn’t simply feel dehydrated.

Plastering the fakest smile she could manage and speaking through gritted teeth she finally managed to utter

“Because my throat is dry and I would like some water”

She was pinned down to the sofa, crimson eyes gazing into hers, he gripped her bruised arm only to earn a pained hiss and sharp glare.

He rather liked seeing her so vulnerable, he pushed onto her bruised arm once again only to see a pain filled expression. That's when she noticed Dion seemed interested, perhaps this is her chance.

“Is that any way to treat a woman?” Y/n asked doe eyes filled with hatred

Dion seems to take notice in the sudden change of expressions and grips onto her waist examining her clothed body closely. Before his eyes she felt naked. Her body felt hotter by the minute, her breath was slow and both of them felt aroused. He leaned down for a kiss, sucking on her tongue while twirling a strand of hair within his fingers.

As he brought his body closer to her Y/n felt a sharp pain on her right thigh, the blade in Dion’s pocket slipped out and cut her thigh slightly. Dion watched as Y/n winced in pain, her expressions were so breathtaking, he had never seen such anger before. He broke from the kiss and licked the blood off Y/n’s thigh. He picked up the dagger and deepened the bruise, cutting deeper this time. 

Y/n had enough, this man was far too much trouble, of course she would need him to simply use as a toy but he was going too far. She pulled on his hair tightly, only to be met with no response.

Did he really feel no pain?

This action of hers amused Dion, she attempted to hurt an Agriche what a bold woman she truly was.

He switched places with Y/n, pulling the woman from underneath him and placing her in a w-sitting position on top of his as he lay down. He pulled the woman that was now on top of him to kiss him once more, smashing plump lips on thin chapped ones, leaning down Y/n lost her balance and slipped a knee between Dion’s legs only for his body to heat up. His pants felt tighter by the second…

Tonight, she would seduce him

She would use him to her pleasure

She would make him destroy himself and his family

Breaking his mind and then his body, she may be weaker physically but she was no saint

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Chapter 14

‘Slight’ Yandere! Dion Agriche x Fem! Reader

Arranged marriage AU

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NOTE: I think we can all agree that Dion deserves to suffer at least a bit <3  (Just a bit <3)

Warnings: toxic marriage/relationship, general yandere themes, obsessive and possessive themes/behavior, jealousy, anxiety, implied/mentioned past child abuse/neglect, mention of murder, implied murder, slight blood, mention of drugs (sleeping pills), mention of past alcohol consumption, mention of alcohol poisoning. Please tell me if I missed any.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE HARMFUL AND/OR DANGEROUS ACTIONS AND/OR BEHAVIORS THAT MAY TAKE PLACE IN THIS PIECE OF FICTION. THESE ACTIONS/BEHAVIORS SHOULD NOT BE NORMALIZED NOR ROMANIZED AS THEY ARE BOTH EXTREMELY TOXIC AND DANGEROUS.

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS/BLOGS THAT DO NOT INTERACT WITH OR REBLOG FANDOM RELATED THINGS (FICS, ART, ECT.) DNI. 

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It’s been two days since Dion Agriche indirectly told you that you’re his and that nothing will ever change that fact.

His proclamations only serve to make you feel like a possession. A pretty little songbird locked in a gilded cage, her ‘master’ unwilling to set her free. And the reason? To hear her sing until her last breath, voice hoarse and throat bleeding.

Sighing, you lean against the railing on the terrace, the light breeze flowing through your hair. The soft glow of the moonlight casts over the area, dark blue sky filled with twinkling stars. It’s peaceful. 

The heavy smell of outside and iron fills your senses, a quick frown tugging at your lips before forcing it away.

“You’re still awake.” 

Well, it was peaceful until a certain sadistic and horrible man draped a coat over your shoulders. You didn’t even hear the doors open, too lost in thought. Dion towers over you easily, and his presence is a nuisance. Unwanted.

He left for a mission earlier today yet he’s already back…

The warmth from the coat only makes you shiver, the blasted thing a ‘gift’ given to you by Maria on your wedding day. You frown when the man gathers your hair and brings it out from under the coat's collar, letting it float down over the material. His gentleness makes you sick.

“And you’re back,” you complain rather than state in a trembling whisper. You’ll never get used to this, to him. His gaze burns, and you’re unable to turn around to properly greet him. Not that you want to - everything about the man was repulsive - his face, his voice, his height, his name, even the color of his hair and eyes.

He makes you sick.

Another soft breeze as crickets chirp into the night. Below you, two servants walk, their hideous uniforms proudly worn. They look young - most likely in their early to mid twenties. One with dark brown hair and the other dark grey-ish. 

Your husband’s stare burns harsher the longer you look at the two young men. Even so, you don’t look away, even when he moves to stand to your right side, fingers brushing against yours. Like a puppy asking for attention. Despite horror filling your entire being, you don’t tear your gaze away from the two men below you, nor do you stop yourself from moving your hand away from him.

Maybe it was a small act of defiance - aka, showing Dion that you would rather look at any man that wasn’t him. Of course, you’ll come to regret this in the morning, but right now, you crave to interrupt his peace as he had done to yours. Even as your legs begin to buck under your weight.

Ignoring the pressure building in your temples and silencing your gulps, you hope that Dion doesn’t see through you immediately. Your mother would have a heart attack had she been here, witnessing her married daughter give more attention to  nameless men and not her arranged husband. 

Perhaps feeling eyes on them, both men look up, surprised to see as you smile oh so sweetly at them and wave. Ignoring the rapidly forming panic pulling at your heart strings, you watch as they blink before bowing, flustered as light pink spreads across the apples of their cheeks. 

Just two normal men.

“Good evening, My Lady!” They shout in unison. However, when they raise their heads, their cheeks go from pink to pale as their expressions twist into ones of terror. The reason is obvious, your husband wrapping an unwanted arm around your shoulders, gloved hand gripping the side of the left one tighter than necessary. You can only imagine the look he’s giving them.

They scamper off immediately, knowing better than to stay longer than necessary, knowing that greeting the Young Master would only aggravate him more, as the servants would get to look at you, his pretty wife, his possession, for longer.  

You feel bad now, forgetting for a moment that your husband is possessive.

“I’m right here yet you’d rather look at them?” His voice does a complete 180 -  voice once calm now filled with jealousy you can’t begin nor want to understand. You don’t answer. You look ahead of you, scared shitless once the reality of what you just had done hits you in full.

Am I trying to kill myself!?

The air feels colder, goosebumps forming on your skin. Despite the coat, you shiver. And while his stare burns hot, your blood runs cold. So close to curling into yourself, you blame the breeze for your trembling body.

It seems that cold sweats are a permanent thing for you now, biting the inside of your cheek as you break out into one. One hand gripping the front of the coat to hold it tighter against you, your fingers twitch as his gloved hand moves from your shoulder to the nape of your neck, and then up to the base of your head, fingers tangling themselves in your tresses. 

Soft and gentle, it reminds you of the scene where he asked Roxana the location of Cassis’ hiding place.

The memory quickly fades into the background as Dion leans down just enough to whisper in your ear. He’s very fond of doing so, apparently. So fond of it, that whenever the opportunity arises, he’ll take it.

And your body is becoming accustomed to his hot breath, lying to itself, saying it feels good just so you won’t break out into another panic attack. However, you can start to hear the blood rush in your ears, a small built up tear catching in your lashes. Is this all you’re capable of doing? Crying?

“You never look or smile at me so sweetly.” 

There is some resentment in his voice, but his tone doesn’t drip with it. “But you smiled at two random men who aren’t your husband?” His next sentence almost sounds betrayed, and it’s funny seeing how your husband had never done a thing to earn your sweetness. 

You can’t find your voice. 

You can’t force yourself to please him, either.

Nor can you turn away and walk into the room, throwing the coat to the floor. 

The only thing you can do is endure. 

And even then, you’re barely holding up.

“Even now you’re trying your best to ignore me.” He sounds tired - he should go to sleep. Go to sleep and leave you alone, like he should, but two days ago he imprinted himself fully onto you. In the most horribly way possible, nightmares slowly become reality as he refuses to set his eyes on another. 

“I never imagined that my wife could be so cruel,” he teases, lips almost touching your ear. You blink once, twice, before leaning your head away, unable to stand his body heat for much longer. Unable to endure his ‘affection’ for a second longer, shrugging off his arm and the tall male lets you go. Not without an emotion you wouldn’t have been able to pinpoint as it flashes in his eyes before he blinks it away had you seen it.

“I never imagined that my husband would be so horrible,” you blurt out without meaning to, wincing once your own words register in your brain after it’s too late. Your heart speeds up. Right hand forming a shaking fist, your nails break skin, the action not enough to distract you. 

You made a horrible and dangerous mistake. But it’s too late to take it back, sweat running down your temples. 

There’s a sting in your thumb and a crave for flesh in your mouth. Your toes curl in your soft slippers. The seconds feel like hours, waiting for his response, be it physical or verbal.

“You’re right - not that it changes anything.” He doesn’t waste a breath in agreeing with you.

Without another word, your husband guides you back into the room. He’s behind you, and curiosity has always killed the cat, which is why despite your fear, your shivering figure, you look over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of Dion Agriche.

His scarlet eyes glow, the dark circles under them worse than they were two days ago, inky black hair that small clunks of dirt cling to, and smeared crimson blood across his face. When your gaze travels down, there’s also dirt and small specks of blood on his cloak, the article of clothing wrinkled.

He didn’t even bother to wash up.

Like the first thing he wanted to do - no need to do was see you. 

The sentiment is lost and ignored as you turn back around. Husband or not, you refuse to see Dion Agriche as anything else but a threat. That’s the only thing you know him as.

Had you looked back, you would have noticed Dion reaching into his pocket only to pull it back out after a thought. He watches as you remove the coat from your shoulders and hang it back up in the closet - out of sight, out of mind.

He hums.

Pointer finger taping against his pocket, he mulls over whether to give you the small jewelry piece in a little blue box he brought back, knowing it would look pretty on you. He decides not to in the end, knowing you wouldn’t accept it.

That’s usually how it starts.

- - -

“- it’s fine, really. No, no, it’s okay. I don’t mind looking after her for a few more days… Hm? Of course she behaves - (Name) is always a good girl.”

Your grandmother’s voice travels from the living room into the kitchen where you’re doing your homework. Pencil in hand, you keep rereading the question, only to repeat the process as the printed words look blurred and jumbled together. The grandfather clock goes off, telling you that it’s midnight. 

Your grandmother ends the call without asking if you wanted to speak to your dad.

Not that it matters - he always texts you a ‘good morning,’ at seven-am on the dot. Never failing to do it once, it always brings a smile to your face.

As it should.

Your grandmother doesn’t say anything as she heads up the stairs, leaving you to your own devices. And you do the same. A mutual agreement between grandmother and granddaughter. Love and affection were a curious and complicated subject.

Regardless, you stay in the kitchen, hearing dogs bark outside and beer bottles thrown to the ground, on an average ‘Saturday night’. You scribble something on the paper before erasing it only to repeat it again and again. By the time you solve the third question out of ten, the sun has come up, Sunday morning greeting you.

- - -

“Thank you for inviting me, mother-in-law.”

Maria had invited you for tea in her room, far from any prying eyes. Hana is right at your side, ready to receive any orders that either you or your mother-in-law may give her. Her expression is stern, not an ounce of emotion in those eyes of hers. 

So unlike the Hana that helped you get ready for the dinner with Dion and Lant three days ago. The Hana who showed some level of concern for you, who scolded two other maids while keeping her head leveled and not punishing them, assuming she had the power to do so.

“Oh, it’s no problem - as in-laws, we should bond and spend time together.” Her smile is far too bright and sweet for that… eccentric personality of hers. She continues, “besides, I heard that you were sick after the dinner with Lant. Was it food poisoning?” 

She genuinely looks concerned as she questions you, but it’s Maria; a snake that coils itself around its prey once the opportunity arises. And you’re already on that list, right behind Sierra in terms of ‘affection’ which your mother-in-law confuses for ‘mental torture.’ 

How aware the brunette is of this, you’re not sure. 

“O-oh… I just drank a little too much…,” your chuckle is awkward, eyes landing on your tea cup. Your smile feels strained.

 She startles you with a sharp gasp.

“So it was alcohol poisoning? (Name), dear, are you alright?” She hurries to your side like a loving mother, her gloved hands gently placing themselves on your shoulders. She doesn’t squeeze them, unlike her son. She doesn’t look at you with a need to own your entire being, either.

“O-oh, I’m fine now, I promise, mother-in-law.” Despite your practiced smile, her uneasy expression doesn’t leave her pretty and soft facial features. Her reaction reminds you of your mother’s the one time you accidentally ate a poisonous plant… wait, no, her reaction was much worse than this. 

“That Lant-!” You’re caught off guard when she curses her own husband, leaving her ‘unlovable’ son out of it. Like that dreadful sociopath wasn’t there.

You blink, unable to form words, watching as her expression morphe into one of frustration only to soften almost immediately when she locks eyes with you. Sweetly smiling at you, she threads her fingers through your hair. 

It feels like she’s trying to replace your mother.

The thought makes you sick.

“I’m sorry for acting out like that. Lant is usually careful with handing out alcohol - and while Dion can be…careless, he’s not used to drinking with others.” Pigs are flying in your old world, they have to be, because how and why is Maria standing up for the son she never wanted?

“It’s - it’s fine… it’s my fault for going past my limit.” You’re not lying, you really were careless about your intake of the bitter wine. You learned your lesson - you want to avoid waking up with a hangover again…

You want to avoid Dion ‘comforting’ and touching you.

“Still, he should have seen the tell-tell signs,” she sighs before turning to Hana. “What was your name again?” She questions your aide. Your heart drops.

Wait, didn’t she ask that same question to a maid she killed right after…?

“It’s Hana, my Lady.” She bows without a single change in her expression. No twitch of the eyebrow or lips. Her face remains stoic.

“Hana. What a pretty name. Now tell me, where were you when your Master got drunk?” Her voice is sweet but the question is threatening. Like the weakling you are, all you do is sit, hopelessly praying that Maria won’t lay a hand or harm Hana in any way or form.

“I was fixing up her room on Young Master’s Dion’s orders.” Her answer is direct, not once breaking eye contact with your extremely dangerous mother-in-law. 

“I see. Is Dion your Master?” 

“No, my Lady. I was put under Lady (Name) a bit after she arrived here.”

The interrogation goes on, and every second feels like an hour. The room must be hot since you’re almost drowning in sweat. You gulp as Maria continues.

“By who?”

“Young Master Dion, my Lady.”

While her answer should confirm some things, you’re too focused on her safety to soak in the information. Too worried that her head will roll right off her shoulders.

“Dion? I see. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that he carelessly gave my precious daughter-in-law such an incompetent maid.” 

SCREECHED!

“Mother-in-law, believe it or not, but Hana has been very helpful. It’s because of her that I’m adapting so well so quickly. You help too, of course.” 

You don’t remember getting up. You don’t remember gently grabbing Maria’s shoulders like a daughter showing  affection to her mother. You don’t remember smiling so brightly that it looks genuine, enough so that your personal maid looks surprised, already knowing how much you hate being here.

“She’s always at my beck and call - ready to serve me in the dead of the night, regardless if I dismissed her for the day. While one could say she went against my orders, personally, I see it as an act of loyalty.” Your words flow out smoothly, like you weren’t on the verge of breaking down sobbing.

You don’t know why you’re standing up for a maid who’s possibly spying on you for either Dion or Lant. A maid you barely know, much less considered as a ‘friend.’ A maid you have only known for a few weeks.

Most likely it’s because you don’t want to be introduced to a new one - it would be a waste of time, really. Hana already knows your habits with her keen eyes and senses. She knows what clothes and hairstyles look best on you. Her tea is delicious. Her excuses worked in your favor.

It would be a waste to replace her with a maid who might not even know what to do. 

That’s all it is.

“So please, don’t blame her - she thought she was doing the best for me, her Master.”

You don’t let go of her shoulders even when you’re scared shitless, worried you crossed a boundary even though she always crosses yours. You wait with baited breath for her response, hoping you didn’t fuck up big time.

“Well,” Maria turns around to face you, removing your hands from her person to hold them instead. “I suppose I can give her another chance. I only want the best for you.” 

After hearing her words, you can only think of and pity your husband. She cares more for a stranger than her own flesh and blood - a child she neglected and left in the hands of one of the worst people in existence. 

Pushing the thought away, your body relaxes a bit. “Thank you. I’m really grateful for you, mother-in-law.” It’s a lie but as she strokes your hair with tenderness you weren’t aware she could show to anyone aside from Sierra, you almost forget how crazy and brutal she is.

You almost forgot that this woman did not tend to her growing, lonely son as she should have.

“Anytime, (Name), anytime.” 

Your gut tells you that you only entangled yourself with this crazed woman more. 

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“Hana, can you fetch me some sleeping pills? I think I’ll need them…” 

“Yes, My Lady. I’ll be back in a moment.” The events that transpired an hour ago aren’t mentioned, both parties silently and mutually deciding that it wasn’t worth it. Which is why Hana didn’t question you once you left Maria’s room an hour later, despite her curious gaze. 

Honestly, you’re still not sure why or how you did it.

With a sigh you kick off your heels once you reach the bed, head low, finding that lifting it would take too much effort. Last night you had to deal with Dion - today, it was Maria. The worst part was that the day hadn't ended yet, but you know for a fact if you didn’t request sleeping pills now you wouldn’t remember until Dion is ‘sleeping’ on your shared bed.

Landing on your stomach, your body lightly bounces on the comfortable bed. The scent of bergamot oranges soothes your nerves. Relieved, you nuzzle your head into your pillow, finally having a beautiful peaceful moment all to yourself in this fucking psychward.

 The ‘sugary’ voice of Maria is gone, anxiety about accidentally catching sight of one of her ‘dolls’ is out of mind. Dread that you might run into another one of your in-laws faded away the moment Hana opened the bedroom doors. Also, the fact you didn’t see Lant at all lifts your mood.

Not to mention that your horrible, frightful, perverted, annoying husband was nowhere in sight -

“You seem to be in a good mood.” A boyish voice fills the silence. 

…huh…?

Lifting yourself into a sitting position, legs hanging off the bed, you look towards the doors. You think you’re dreaming, for one, this person just waltzed into the room like nothing, clearly sneaking in right after Hana. The other reason is because the boy with leaves and goo in his hair is -

“Jeremy?”

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Hello!! New follower here! Do you make request for dion agriche? Can you make a continuon of but you can't stay away from me? It's it correct? Or not i hope, im not really good at english, Sorry!!

❝𝓜𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 , 𝓜𝐈𝐍𝐄 , 𝓐𝐋𝐋 𝓜𝐈𝐍𝐄…❞

━━ 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐖𝐀 💭 𝐑𝐎𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐀 / 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃’𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

━━ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 💭 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐗 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 / 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

━━ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 💭 18+ , 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 , 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 , 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 , 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑

━━ 𝐀/𝐍 💭 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐎𝐎𝐂 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 :p

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who doesn’t know how to love someone. he was nurtured inside the womb with resentment and entered into this world as an unloved child, loathed by his own blood, his own mother.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who desperately yearns to know what it feels like to love and to be loved. to be cherished by someone unconditionally despite the stygian blood pumping in his veins and the innocent life untimely looted by his hands. wether it be familial love, platonic love, or romantic love, he just wants to experience something. just once in his life so he could believe himself to not be an unlovable child, and yet people only seem to have contempt reserved for him, and so he never knew how to express this inherent need.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who was the first to feel the attraction towards you, the only person who reached a hand out to him while wearing a bright smile and not a scowl of disgust. your kindness had touched the forsaken child in him that constantly pleaded to be treated with even a speck of affection. he only felt himself more charmed by you since, invoking dion to desperately cling onto that feeling of what he believed “love” to be—and perhaps it purely was, at first anyways.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who fell deeper and deeper into the pit of attraction until his usually logical mind becomes shrouded, believing his growing infatuation towards you to be love and he was willing to do anything to have you return his affection. even if it meant stripping you of your loved ones and precious lifestyle, even if it meant confining you to his room brimmed with empty luxuries for your amusement, even if it meant all your heart could ever spare him was your vitriol. he wholeheartedly believed that you would one day return his affection because he simply adored you too much for you to resent him forever, and he’d show you.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who was deeply touched when you were confirmed to be pregnant with his child, a sense of feverish delirium that he’s never even experienced even on his birthdays fluttering through his chest. he was convinced the child in your womb to be the greatest embodiment of your love, that its existence must’ve reified your love for him.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who swore to himself that he would love your child, even if he didn’t know how to. the forsaken child in him has already known what it’s like to be nourished by enmity and abhorrence, something that still haunts him into adulthood, and dion wishes to shield your child from that kind of treatment because its existence is precious and lovable purely because it shared your blood, and dion thinks every part of you is lovable.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who usually indulges your every whims (not that you usually have many requests for him), but begins to overindulge you during your pregnancy. even if you didn’t ask for it, he hires tailors to consult with you about specially-designed baby clothes. he even builds a brand new room with a playroom that would be connected to your shared bedroom so you could easily have access to the baby, and even allows you to decorate it however you want.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who follows you like your own shadow during your pregnancy, which really isn’t that different. he can’t really help it. the agriche mansion is a dangerous place with his savage siblings lurking around, always on the hunt for a new toy. even though they know not to test their limits with the unofficial favorite child of their father and his lover, they can torment you in ways other than physical and it makes dion fret for your health as well as the child’s. it’s better to be safe and sorry, even if he sometimes receive sharp glances from you when trailing after you.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who worries over your health so much he creates a whole new diet for you with strict rules regarding things you’re allergic to and things that might negatively affect the baby. he also rarely allows you to walk on your own two feet for too long, always timing your steps in his mind and anticipating the moment before you begin to feel worn out. he always swoops in to bridal-carry you in his arms to wherever your destination is, and takes your lack of comment as it’s own form of praise.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who monitors the growth of your belly bump every end of the week. he always glide his hand over your stomach to feel the baby’s heartbeat because he’s trained to detect any heartbeat and feels comforted by the fact the baby’s heartbeat grows stronger every time he checks. he’s also quite fond of caressing your stomach once a bump starts to form, no matter how subtle. especially when the two of you are in bed together, he always has a hand on your stomach, hoping the baby could sense his effort to become familiar with it.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who spoils you with new clothes and imported accessories because your body’s changing and he wants you to be comfortable. even though it might not seem like it most of the time with his indifferent expression, dion cares very much for your happiness and does whatever he can to keep you contented, although with some limits. wether this means spoiling you rotten or allowing you to order him around, dion actually won’t mind and will do as you say, although it seems you rarely ever do so.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who gets incredibly anxious when your due date approaches. he’s complied a lot of information about child birth throughout you pregnancy, just in case you go into labor before your due date, but that only means he’s also aware of the risks of giving birth, and for the first time ever, he feels fear not for himself but for another person. he gets incredibly sensitive during this time, especially his senses which goes haywire any time your heartbeat starts beating quicker than it usually does because of course he has your heart beat memorized. let’s just say a lot of good servants were lost during this time since dion needed many stress relievers.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who is in full-blown panic mode when the big moment comes, and for him that means blanching paler than a dove and cold sweat drenching his entire body. he doesn’t even realize it but his body’s shaking because he feels pain even though he’s not wounded; your painful cries and sobs are enough for him to feel as if he’s been stabbed by a sword—no, perhaps even something so macabre couldn’t compare to what he felt when he was utterly helpless whilst you were suffering through something purely agonizing. he holds onto your hand as if you were his lifeline, and even your worst grip couldn’t get him to let go of you first.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who thinks to himself that maybe having only one child is enough. he partly believes so because he has no desire to see you in so much pain and losing unnecessary blood again, but also because he doubts wether he could love more than one child. dion’s heart is not nearly big enough to love more than you and hopefully this child, he could barely even love himself, and even then, dion doubts he would ever cherish your child more than he did you. even if you had asked so if him, he would fail to do it.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who feels lightheaded when he sees the bloody mess that spills from you. no, he’s not disgusted. he’s seen things much more gruesome and grotesque things, yet the fact that blood is coming from you makes him terribly anxious that something might go wrong and he might lose you. for the first time ever in his life, dion prays to something, anything for your safety because he’s simply helpless and he’s not used to it at all.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who doesn’t hear the baby’s cries but only your sigh of relief when the child is born. he immediately jumps to make sure that you’re fine and healthy, briskly checking your pulse and placing his ear near your chest so he could listen to your heartbeat. it has always calmed him down before and it works like a charm to calm him down once again.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who’s completely taut when the worries finally leave him. he’s like a dear caught in headlights that doesn’t know what to do, and his hands tremble slightly when the child is finally presented for him to hold. he first turns to you for a look of confirmation, and your hesitant yet nod of assurance had him gently taking the sniffling baby into his arms. it’s so small and delicate that dion doesn’t think he’s ever treated something so gently before—well, maybe you were the first.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 ��𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who finds himself staring at its oddly shaped face as if he were bewitched. a smile never made its way to his callous face yet there’s a shine in his ruby eyes and an undeniable flush of excitement to his pale cheeks. even though he doesn’t find your child as adorable as you did at first, the beaming smile you wore as you held it was enough for dion to also nod along to your hazy words.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who pampers and cosset your child from day one. he’s always around to hold the baby when you’re tired, always admiring its cherubic countenance and incoherent murmurs. he treats your child as if it were a magical creature that’s never been discovered before, and his own curiosity about the baby is quite child-like in its purity and wonder.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who falls into the role of a father not without stumbling along the way. he’s not very expressive and has a hard time comprehending other’s needs, so dion finds it especially difficult to read your baby’s expressions and care for it correctly. he tries, he certainly does, so often that sometimes he’s just sitting around with your baby in his arms and trying to decipher its expressions and moods. he still doesn’t seem to get it right despite his many attempts.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who never lets the baby disturb your sleep. he doesn’t even do this deliberately. as a trained assassin his senses are naturally sensitive to the changes around him and a baby isn’t quite skilled enough to evade his detection. therefore, trust that you’ll have a peaceful sleep, and even if you are awaken it’ll be a gentle shake on your shoulder because dion just can’t seem to guess what the child needs, but you’ll never be awoken by a crying baby.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who doesn’t allow your baby to ever be close with his other family members. sure, his entire family might be aware of the fact he has a child and a “lover” but that doesn’t mean they also have the privilege to approach your child. he gatekeeps them so fervently that if another member of the family even mentions making an attempt, there might be a battle, and dion definitely won’t be the one loosing.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who personally teaches his child how to wield a sword and other self-defense techniques as they get older. it doesn’t matter if they’re a boy or a girl, they were unfortunate enough to be born into the house of agriche and knowing how to fight is the bare minimum to survive. of course, he won’t be as harsh as his instructors were in the past, often making some adjustments to focus on your child’s strength. he won’t be gentle even if they’re only sparring, and he doesn’t give out praises easily, however he does try to give physical encouragements such as head pats and the occasional hug.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who spoils your kid without restraint when they’re growing up and start having their own needs. be it imported toys or golden staffs for playtime, he doesn’t care as long as his child is kept contented. he even brings home exotic goods from places he visits on his missions for both you and your child as a reminder he was thinking about the two of you.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who is uncertain if he’s loving his child correctly or if he even loves them at all. sure, there’s an attachment that’s developing that will definitely grow deeper as the years pass, and yes, they do have a certain bond no matter how their relationship might seem. however, his feelings towards your child is no where comparable to the feelings dion has towards you, that which he believes to be “love”, and therefore he can’t properly gauge his own feelings but also partly can’t seem to believe that he could truly love his child with the way he was raised. if worse comes to worse and he had to chose between the two of you, it would never be your child no matter how much time passes.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who passes on his certain idiosyncrasies onto his child. deliberately or not? we’ll never know. it’s quite easy to pick up on this when you begin to notice just how attached your child is to you and how they start getting possessive of you around the maids and easily getting enraged when a servant accidentally bumps into you. sure, your child might be the opposite of dion which allows them to express themselves easier, but they often do so wantonly and has sudden outbursts when it comes to you, almost as if they’re mirroring what dion just can’t seem to express.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who is extremely proud when your child fervently agrees with his belief of keeping you to himself since you were the only one who was kind to him and how others were undeserving of your presence. this even gets to the point where the father-child duo will gang up on you whenever your emotions get out of hand and you start desiring to runaway again. they will manipulate you into believing that everything is just fine and that you would ruin everything if you acted upon those “passing impulses”, and they will do so without an ounce of guilt because in the end they’re still agriches.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who uses your child as another shackle to keep you tied to him along with the silver band on your ring finger that weighs you down. in the end, he’s grateful that you came into his life and gave him the taste of normalcy that he was so famished of. he’s grateful for the nights he would share his bed with you and your child, of the evenings the three of you would take a walk through the garden hand-in-hand, and of the dinners where the three of you would sit together like a peaceful family while your child would rant about their lessons.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who knows he owes all the happiness in his life to you and who’ll make sure to repay you in whatever way he can, and that includes making sure he’ll stay by your side until you grow old together. even in your next life and the many lives after, dion agriche swears that he will find you, because one simply can’t exists in the dark again without getting greedy after having embraced by the light.

[ddivilove]

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Dion wakes up, the feeling of something heavy on his chest was unmistakable. It was her, his beautiful darling.

A smile appears on his lips as he leaned and kissed her soft skin. This caused her to wake and stare at him. His red eyes show joy in them as his hand runs through her hair, his fingers working their tangles.

"Mine..." He whispered sweetly as he kissed her passionately.

She smiles at him as his darling stands up and walks maybe she was going to make their food. He stretched his hands before he gets up to follow her.

His arm wraps around her as he buries his face in her neck, taking in her scent. The scent that drove him mad.

"What are you making?" He peeks to see her mixing batter. Thirty minutes later, both of them sat eating the muffins she made for them with some tea paired up with it.

Then he helps her out their cottage. This is where he retreated after all the chaos with his family. The place where he and his darling could stay without anyone from his family attempting to murder her.

He watches as she goes to tend to one of their flower patches. A small smile appears on his lips as he steps forward to her. He kneels next to the crouching female, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair back in place.

After tending to the plants, the two went horseback riding. Dion behind her, arms wrapped protectively around the female's waist. They took four laps through the normal trail before his darling starts going around random directions. Since he knew this forest well he allowed her to do what she wished. Then the two went back to the cottage where they ate lunch and lay together on the bed for rest.

Now it was evening, they were both on the sofa now. His head on her lap while she read. He, on the other hand, remained quiet and watched her. She was even more beautiful in the moonlight.

The two of them did this routine everyday. Eat breakfast, tend to the garden, horseback riding, eat lunch, nap together, eat dinner, read together or play games. Then it ended with sleeping together.

Now he comes back to his old home. His hand still on his darling's as he enters. Roxana greets him, not warmly but not coldly either. There is a certain tone to her voice as she speaks. "Is something wrong, Dion?"

"Name, don't run now..." Then a flash of alarm appears on Roxana's normally cold facade. "Dion?" "Yes?" "Did you say 'Name'?" "Yes, why?"

"Name died during the battle of our house years ago..."

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[flashyflamboyance]

Hello,

I'm sina and I'll be writing fanfics here

Fandoms : (I'll make a summary for each one of it)

Demon slayer

Diabolik lovers

Manhwa (I'll take any manhwa)

HxH

Things I don't write :

Nsfw

Male/gn! Reader (sorry I'm not comfortable with this)

Female x female

Male x male

Things I feel comfortable to write :

Yandere and dark themes (idk I just like it)

Polygamy

Fluff and sfw

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FANDOM: TWTPTFLOB

WARNINGS: Spoilers for the novel, childhood I made up on the spot um, swearing, falling, panic attack I think

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I was hit with a sudden wave of inspiration. This is basically if my "TWTPTFLOB with Gen Z reader" was real. Kinda a crack fic but idk. The whole thing seems a bit too quick for me. It's been too long since I've written fanfics. Btw the chemistry practical thing did actually happen on Friday lmao

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"Yo,” you start, bored of the silence between you. Your friend lets out a soft hum, tilting your head towards you as you scroll through your phone absentmindedly “Have you read that manhwa I was telling you about?" your friend doesn’t respond, reaching out to pull your bag slightly to the right, making sure you avoid the pole you were about to walk into. "Thanks,"

"Watch where you're going," she reprimands. She lifts her arm to scratch the back of her neck, probably out of habit. "No, I haven't. I’ve been busy with assignments. So are most of the people in my course. Besides, your exams are next month. You should be revising instead of reading those stupid novels,"

You turn off your phone at the mention as if offended by the off-handed comment your friend made. "How dare you? I never revise. To revise is to doubt one’s potential, after all. Besides, my online friend gave me the link to that manhwa novel I've been telling you about,"

"Roxana?" she scoffs. "I thought the author had a miscarriage and it was put on hiatus. I doubt the manhwa will come back,"

"Hmmm, it was," You hum. "The manhwa is separate from the novel. Like, it was a book, then a cartoon. Not a cartoon! Like a- uuuuhhhh comic? Or a ummmm- something I don't know," you give up, taking a large step forward. You turn your body so you're face to face with your friend, who stops dead in your tracks. The hands on your hips seem like a reminder for your friend, as she rolls her eyes at the eager look on your face.

"Fine," she drags out, "I'll read it," you're about to squeal in excitement before she stops you, "If. You revise,"

"Of course, what friend do you take me for?"

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You sigh to yourself as you sit on your chair, propping your feet on the stool under the desk as you stretch your legs with a dragged-out whine. Your mind randomly wanders to the practical in class you did not too long ago, when your classmate decided to throw a piece of ice across the room, almost hitting you and your Chemistry teacher. The next twenty minutes was a lecture by your deputy headmaster about how you and your classmates are all “almost adults” and they shouldn’t have to expect people of your age to behave like this.

You turn on your laptop before opening your textbook to page 257, a number that was engraved in your head by your Physics teacher the lesson before the ice-throwing incident. You rotate your head around, hearing the cracks of your neck relieve a small knot in you as you mentally prepare yourself for this treacherous journey. Homework.

Health care in the workplace...

PPE...

Slip and fall risks...

Harvard referencing...

I can't do this anymore...

"I can't do this anymore," you whine, letting your head plop down onto the desk with a dramatic thud, the feeling of it weighing a hundred pounds because of how much information you're absorbing. It's like I'm learning this content all over again…

You look over to the workbook next to you, seeing streaks of pastel purple highlighter all over the page. Highlight everything important, she says. How am I supposed to do that when literally everything is important?! You bury your head in your arms, refusing to recall paying the deposit fee for temporary use, meaning you can’t get your money back for damaging the book.

You reach your arm out to the edge of the desk towards your love and saviour. My phone... come here baby. Lifting your fatass off the chair, you lunge across the desk, holding your saviour in your hand.

You turn it on and see a bunch of notifications. Your eyes start to feel heavy as you look through them all. Instagram... WhatsApp... Tiktok... Radish? Oh yeah, the new chapter. I can’t wait to finish this novel. I need to read it again I forgot everything already.

You tapped on the Radish icon, placed your thumbprint on the designated area on your lockscreen and started reading the newest chapter. Your eyes scan through the screen at a tremendous pace. Well, at least to you. A series of internal gasps and ‘oh no he didn’t’s pops up in your mind, as you read the final moments of the chapter.

You place your phone down in a mild shock, hand covering your mouth. A couple of seconds pass of unmoving before you look at your screen again, only to place it down just as abruptly as you did before. Did he just save Roxana? He let his arm get ripped off for her. You laugh internally to yourself. Huh, Sierra was right. He would do anything for her. That must be nice. Weirdly enough, that doesn’t seem out of character for him.

Your hand loses its energy and falls to your lap, as you reminisce about your childhood days. In a huff, you bring your hands to cover your face as you groan into them, remembering the memory of seeing friends come and go, your childhood classmates fighting over not having you on their team in dodgeball. I never was that athletic. And your siblings… my siblings… I wonder how they’re doing now. You debate leaving the Radish app to check your messages, but you choose against it. They never asked how I was doing. I doubt they would even answer if I asked how they were.

You let out a small chuckle, ridding your mind of those memories as you tap on the pink "next chapter" button on the bottom of the screen. Oh yeah, need to wait three more hours.

A sigh escapes your lips as you turn off your laptop, rubbing your eyes. The drowsiness of looking at a screen for so long catching up to you. "A small nap wouldn't hurt, right?" you mutter to no one in particular.

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You are falling.

The harsh winds tear at your clothes, whipping past your ears, however, they’re doing nothing to slow the descent with the help of the blurry, thick clouds. You twist your body, peering through your eyelids at the sights of trees.

“Who is that?!” you hear someone yell, having no idea where the loud, yet faraway voice is coming from.

Your heart hammers relentlessly in your chest, tears welling up in your eyes as you can do nothing more but brace for impact, hoping on to the miracle that your body will just magically float in mid-air, but you know the sky does not care for your panic.

You try to scream, yet nothing comes out. It refuses to come out. All you can do is sob onto your knees as you curl yourself up into a ball, praying for someone to save you. I can’t die yet… how can I die without telling them how I feel? I refuse to believe this is my end! “I can’t die now…” you cry to yourself, feeling a sudden shift in your body, with strong hands wrapping around your waist.

“You won’t die now,” the voice that greets you seems cocky, almost as if he’s enjoying your impending death. “You’re lucky I have such a benevolent heart… I expect you to pay me back tenfold,” you refuse to answer the person. After a couple of moments that felt like an eternity, the man sucks his teeth in, pressing two fingers into a pressure point into your neck, making you fall into the unconscious.