#your throne helio niccolo

[kaiaelsher]

—too much of a coward.

: In which, you are the witness of the blooming heliotrope flower, that unfortunately, came to wither. All while you yourself must bury your own blooming flower in the deepest pit of your heart with the soil excuse of a 'friend'.

Cw: short, implied f!reader, reader's feeling is unrequited, Helio loves Medea, took place where Medea and Eros' wedding is coming near, heartbroken Helio, heavy angst (that i hope could hurt you all enough), not proofread, english is not my first language nor the language i mastered so expect grammar errors here and there

A/N: this is my first time actually writing fic (in tumblr) bc i want to keep this fandom alive, bare with me pls.

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Helio Niccolo's feelings towards Medea Solon is something everyone is capable of knowing once they see how their dynamic were.

Countable, or, countless night spent twisting themselves together, tangled behind the closed door that no one should know. Yet, it might be the weight of Helio's overwhelming love that filled this world of theirs; the whispered words of Helio and Medea's relationship were scattering all across the Empire of Vasilios.

You know it, too. A bare-eyed witness, even.

You've witnessed how Helio was back then a cheerful, cute little kid with strong idealism of good and bad; shiny like no others can do. That is the exact thing that you adore deeply about him, you witness the stormy event that crumbled Niccolo's castles like a short terrifying nightmare in the embrace of foggy night time, you remember how you desperately call for wake, but unfortunately enough; those are all horrendous reality you two need to face.

Marquess and Marchioness Niccolo —Helio's parents who treats you like their own, even though you're nothing but a friend who had frequent visit since you find nothing to play with at your own home— is gone in a blink of an eye.

You also witness how one of your dearest friend; Sana, is also gone.

As much as you suffered, you can never fathom how the actual victim of this tragedy felt, Helio; who slowly lose the glisten on his eye by the time, who slowly lose his all his expression but the stoic face that the 'you' back then would never be capable of imagining is ever going to be displayed on your bestfriend's face. It is his everyday expression now, to other nobles, to the servants, to you, to all people. All, but Medea.

Despite the feelings that you've been having for him, you decide it's the best to step back, you watch as Helio fall deeper and deeper to the charm of Medea Solon as time passes. You remained steady on your place as his bestfriend, showing no one how you truly felt, even as your heart shattered, you could never utter a single complain.

Because you've always been too much of a coward, you know how it perfectly made sense that someone such as Helio would fall for his very savior. You've always been too much of a coward, you decide to stay quiet, watching how the man you love is also shattered by the very love that kept him alive but would be his only reason to die. In the midst of all those things, the only thing you offer was a refused embrace.

You know how Helio would be shattered, you knew Medea, too. And you know how their relationship would never find a way for more. You know how Medea would always be the type of person who chase for the highest. She now might be soften out by the warm light reflection of Psyche Callista, but 'Medea' and 'stopping' is a word combination you think would never suit each other.

Because Medea is not bound for peace. It's as if her fate has been decided on the very moment of her existence.

Yet, you were not prepared by how bad it would be at the end.

"Heli ..." between the suffocated throat, you called upon the man that decide to drowns himself in the darkness of his chamber. It's been days, days after he visited Medea, you did not know what happen, but Helio's conditon worsen after that.

"It's been days ... please eat at least a little," you can no longer count how many times your whispered plea is uttered, all for him to accept at least a bite of a bread the servants had prepared, even your throat feel so sore right now, "I know you are not in the mood to, but please ... for your well-being-"

"Leave me alone, [Name]."

"No," you shook your head, "Heli, please ... you need to eat, you have only been drinking water these days."

Silence is the answer to your plea, you can feel your heart clenching along with your fingers that tighten its grip on the end of food tray the servants have given you, it's dark and suffocating in this chamber despite it being day time. His butler is not even allowed to enter.

"What am I taking care of myself for?" His voice is finally heard again, "to keep myself alive so that I can witness Duchess' wedding?"

You can not bring yourself to answer.

"The Duchess wanted to part ways, [Name]," he continued, "I am no longer needed, so why would I need to stay alive? Let me rot in this place."

Your heart dropped at his words. Really, Medea said that? Your throat is way too pained to even swallow your own saliva, you can feel the growing ache in the bridge of your nose and the suffocation in your chest that endlessly continue to grow. Even your fingers are now stinging due to you gripping too hard on the end of the food's tray.

You wondered.

Had you been more careful, had you been at least a little bit more witty, Helio wouldn't end up this way, wouldn't it? If only you were brave enough to point out your suspicion towards his uncle back then, wouldn't it not be too late? Had you been more vocal about how you have bad feelings about the previous butler, it would've been way easier to tackle them down. No matter how much you wanted to tell yourself that it was alright, because you were still a kid back then, the louder voice in your head screamed.

But Medea Solon was a kid, too.

Your upper teeth graze itself over your lower lip, you didn't know since when did your vision turned blurry, it can only direct itself on the covered warm food that is slowly turning cold, you ignored the silent grumble in your stomach as you were too busy in preventing even a single sob came out.

"I'm sorry ..." you whispered between your bated breath.

Even though you could not see what Helio's expression is like, you can already feel his gaze that is now directed at you. You have no nerve to see his now messy state, usually neat silver locks of his is now undeniably messy, dark circle under his eyes were not dark enough to cover his beauty.

Even after all years passed, you can not fathom any other beauty beside his. Despite all the men you've dated and spent nights with, Helio somehow never moved his place from being the number one in your heart.

"If you were saying sorry because you pity me-"

"No, it's not," you interrupted, "I apologize, Heli."

There are too many reasons that leads you to apologize to him until you cannot fathom what were you apologizing for. Was it because you are not much of a help for him these past few years? Was it because you are unable to help him right now? Was it because you have the audacity to grow feelings for him yet still being unhelpful? Is it because you, once again, is too much of a coward?

"Had I been more helpful ... you would never end up this way, sorry for being unable to do great things despite being your only friend- sorry for still being weak and made you fear that I will also disappear like everyone else. I am sorry that I cannot assure you enough with my strength like how the Duchess do-"

You should not have cried, you should have been the one who is strong enough to contain Helio's contained tears that you wanted him to pour into you, knowing how he is the one who suffered the most. But here you are, weeping infront of him who does not show a single glistening reflection of tear.

"As shameful as it sounds, I beg you, Heli, please ..." your trembling hand loosen its hold from the tray, showing the reddened line mark on your finger, you placed the tray on the surface of your lap that is clothed with skirt of dress, "just like how you would take care of Medea in her sorrow, let me also take care of you. If you do not think you are still capable of taking care of yourself."

Pathetic, isn't it?

Both of you knew, it was a way of you confessing your love that has been kept hidden throughout all these years. Neither of you can actually confess feeling in a correct way, despite you being the most experienced with love confessions, here you are, unable to utter those three words. Because to the three of you the word "love", should never be said.

Because you're too much of a coward.

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[dxmoness]

─────── NEW ROMANTICS.

✩ ིྀ ! WE'RE ALL BORED, WE'RE ALL SO TIRED OF EVERYTHING ! •˙ ⌗

𓂃  ࣪ c. henituse + boredom has its own solutions ˖ 𖦹

“this is so boring.” cale groans as he fiddles with the piece of parchment in his hand. his eyes linger towards the female who was indulged in reading something about mystics, that he could have sworn she said was a stupid book that was nonfactual yet still read with an engrossed desire.

“Oi. Earth to name, i am in dire need of some affectionate company over here.” he seemed sarcastic in saying it, but in his heart he really did. the female did not move an inch, immediately realizing the depth of her reading he decides to take a different approach or entertainment and just simply admires her from where he is.

he sighs deeply before he buries his face in the books and sleeps. only now did name notice him, a small smile flickered on her delicate lips as she looks for something he could lay his head on that wasn't a hardbound book.

she takes off her own coat, not at all minding the freezing frostbite of air she felt as she folds it up and places it under his head, slipping off the book and replacing it in a quick motion.

proud of her work, she made the decision to return to her book. before she could, cale’s hand shot out and kissed her soft fingers. his lips grazing on her knuckles brought more than enough colour to her pale skin.

embarrassed as she was, she gave him a playful swat and left. leaving a chuckling cale behind.

✩ ིྀ ! HEARTBREAK IS OUR NATIONAL ANTHEM, WE SING IT PROUDLY ! •˙ ⌗

𓂃  ࣪ j. agriche + how to get away from political marriage ˖ 𖦹

for some reason, her best friend jeremy had the sudden idea to meet her in the woods in secret and she hasn't the foggiest idea why.

but like the good friend she is, she went anyway. she enters the quiet midst of the forest. her eyes look warily around her, noticing a whine of a horse she follow the direction of the sound.

she finds jeremy, sitting on his horse. his blue eyes seem to shine when he sees her. he slides off and takes her hand, kissing it gently.

“lovely to see you've come, my beautiful lady.” you could swear it almost sounded sincere, but that is simply uncertain due to jeremy being an agriche by heart.

“yes, yes. what's the meaning of this?” she responds, her response seemed to make him flinch.

“i’ve upset you, my lady. that was not my intention.” jeremy murmured. “but let's get straight to the point, i'm here to let you in on one or my schemes.” he could tell this peaked her fragile line of interest. “i need you to be my pretty mistress.”

“what?!” she is stunned to say the least. and she had every right to be.

he gave a small smile to her outburst. “my father wants me in a political marriage and i do not like the woman i’ve been paired up with.” “so you're asking me to helo you break here heart?” name asks and he nods. “are you insane? sign me in.” she grins and jeremy chuckles, patting her head.

in the end, the fake relationship for heartbreak turned to a real one that they consummated quickly.

✩ ིྀ ! PLEASE TAKE MY HAND AND PLEASE TAKE ME DANCING ! •˙ ⌗

𓂃  ࣪ h. niccolo + a dance with the marquis ˖ 𖦹

it all went by so fast, the marquis spoke with her and a moment later took her to dance. his fingers intertwined with hers, his arm on her waist. the two of them swayed gracefully on the dance floor.

their dance seemed to catch everyone's attention as everyone seemed mesmerized. it ie understandable. even she is. the marquis is beautiful, breathtaking. words could not describe his elegance, his looks. he is an angel that descended from heaven.

and to be dancing with him? that is a high honour for her. she is absolutely in awe. also quite panicky. she didn't want to do any wrong, especially not with him as her partner.

he suddenly carried her and spun her around moving her down, they spin and twirl for ages. when they finish, he guides her to the quieter parts of the party. his eye filled with love and admiration as he kisses her on the hand.

“thank you dearest. it was a lovely time to dance with you.” hie voice is soft, gentle, soothing... his purple eyes is fixated on her own. his hand slipe and caresses her cheek. “you look ravishing, my lady.”

this brought a flush of colour on her cheeks. “thank you..”

“no problem.” he smiles and kisses her cheek so suddenly. “please excuse me now, lovely. i’ll see you again sometime, yes?” he asks, and she nods.

✦. ⊹ ˚ dedicated to @bertry3 !! gift no.2

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[incorrecttom]

HELIO dies for affection, he loved the intimacy both of you had. It was like an invisible string between both of you, no words exchanged but knowing what the later always needed.

And to be honest, he would ditch everything in the world for you. Not because you were like Medea, but mostly because he cared about you. He loved you for being yourself, that's what made you unique to him.

The absolute best? It was when there was rain and both of you snuggled onto his bed. Lying there in silence - the peace in the room would soothe both of you. The thunder rumbling as both you held hands. The slight shifting in the bed to keep a hand on his chest, assuring yourself, that your Helio is there.

That he is alive, that he's fine, that you are by his side. That his heart was beating.

And that's all mattered. Him being with you, cradling you in his arms as both of you lied down.

It hits him then that you are one of the rare people who love him no matter what. Even ready to go ahead and die for him.

And he tightens his arms around your body. He'll be damned if he loses you. He will make sure that you will be protected at all costs.

Because he knows you love him no matter what. That the affection that you provide him is not manipulation, it's genuine love.

for @orlic1a

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[chaos-of-the-abyss]

perion "all women are queens" sov vasilios vs eros "if she breathes, she's a thot" orna vasilios

[iloveangelcakes]

i love yandere men sm especially when they're obsessed in a submissive way.

the ones who kidnap and do shit against my will are a no tho. I want a devoted man who will kill for me not some stupid fuck who will keep me in a basement.

stan helio and eckles

[clearcutcasualty]

I found the website

[cupidwithaknife]

oooh~~~ 👀👀👀 i like it, i like it :3

[zak-dar]

— You deserve better love, Helio

I recently returned to one very interesting manhwa, but all hetero relationships are so toxic that I definitely don't like it. I don't know if I'll draw the best girls together, but they definitely have a much healthier relationship than Medea and Helio. It breaks my heart how Medea constantly uses Helio without sparing his feelings. It seems to me that someone like Perion is suitable for Helio, someone open and mature. Although Perion often fools around and shirks from routine, he still inspires confidence and often shows himself as a sane and compassionate person.

This picture is a fantasy about what will happen if Medea finally breaks Helio's heart. He came to find solace in the arms of God, and in the end he will find it in the arms of the cardinal, hehe. And Perion just wants to save a rapidly blackening soul.

[leekingsman]

[–«Blessings upon her majesty, the Empress of Empire from her most devoted and humble servant»–]

(The villainess is a marionette has finished it second season with confirmation that Cayena wants to become Empress, we'll see what the future holds)

(and I also wanted to add other female leads who are already or will be Empresses / emperors of their empire, because why not? Who doesn't love a woman in power!)

[manhwasssa]

devotion

tw; yandere themes

Helio had always been devoted to you. After Medea of course. But he was devoted to you, so devoted that he might end up killing almost everyone. But he can't do that, he is a Marquess after all.

He did not mind people being a little close to you, after all you were smart enough to keep people who were useful to you. Things got even worse, when Eros wanted to be close to you. Helio swore, he could have killed the man right not spot, but decided not to.

As much as he knew his desires, to kill the bastard, he could not, his hands were tied. He knows, Medea has a plan, he knows it very well, but he is not sure, how much he can bare it.

Now, people might call him crazy, obsessive but he was devoted to you. That's all he was, he was utterly and desperately devoted to you and only you.

And he would go as far as to prove that. He is ready to burn down the whole kingdom for you.

[kira-craxkships]

SunFlower or Helio × Ruby cause their my blorbos.

Be prepared for a headcanon post in like 2 mins

[marikosenwrites]

reading your throne was a wise decision i don't regret anything

[dxmoness]

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[chaos-of-the-abyss]

This is my peak contribution to the fandom please accept it

[bittertomato]

Your Throne headcanons

Main Cast:

In the beginning without Psyche’s healing, Medea (in Psyche’s body) had to put up with muscle aches in places she forgot she could feel fatigue. She ignores the aches through sheer power of will (as she does) but resolves to do a few light exercises every day to build up her stamina and strength—even before asking Eros for swordfighting lessons—in case she had to live as Psyche forever.

Psyche comments about this after switching back to her body, thanking Medea now that it feels like “her lungs can actually expand and breathe more easily.”

Horseback riding was one of the other skills that Psyche requested to learn after switching back to her own body. It’s how she knew how to ride a horse after stealing Helio's when the wall collapsed.

Psyche is so “short and demure” because her growth was stunted from being locked in a box as a child whenever she was punished for misbehaving. Otherwise, her actual height might have been closer to 165 cm (5’5).

Does the Your Throne world have coffee? Anyway Medea is a (black) coffee addict and Psyche is a tea bitch.

Psyche thinks black coffee tastes like Eros—bitter. Medea demands Psyche to never compare her lifeblood to trash ever again.

Eros has a natural “masculine” scent that most girls would swoon for but Medea finds revolting. Since learning about his true colors, being too close to him actually gives Psyche minor headaches because of how pungent his body odor is.

Helio smells like depression.

Pain tolerance from greatest to least: Medea -> Helio -> Eros -> Perion -> Psyche. This is mostly because Psyche’s body is the least resilient to stress, since she’s the least physically fit. And also because the first two are too used to killing their feelings.

However, all of these idiots are highly likely to cut off their own limb if the situation calls for it. Medea and Helio if their cold logic deems it necessary (Helio especially for Medea). Eros has the same cold logic. You can’t tell me Psyche “I’ll stop Helio from stabbing himself with my own hand” and “Dying is scary but I’ll stop my own heart to prevent Eros from killing Medea” Callista wouldn’t treat her own body with little regard. And Perion canonically stabbed his own eye.

Average hours of sleep per night: Medea = 4 (she takes short naps during the day), Helio = 6, Eros = 7, Perion = 7, Psyche = 10 pre-body switch, 8 after returning to her own body.

Medea doesn’t get sick often, and when she does it’s usually something mild that goes away within a few days. But one time when she’s finally allowed to relax and breathe for a minute without Eros, her family, or even the public breathing down her neck, her immune system completely tanks and she gets the worst cold of her life. It’s so bad that she has a fever dream where she wakes up as a reincarnated villainess betrothed to Eros, is being courted by Helio, Perion, and Psyche, and even has relatively loving parents, but all she wants to do is cultivate her farming skills in the inevitable outcome that Eros dumps her for Psyche and banishes her from the kingdom.

No, Medea has never heard of My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! or whatever a Bakarina is that’s why it’s a fever dream.

Psyche (in Medea’s body) kissed Helio on the balcony in the only way she knew how: based on how Eros used to make out with her. It was not a pleasant realization for either Psyche or Helio.

Even with her lack of diverse experience, Psyche is a better kisser than Eros. She learns fast.

When Psyche reveals what happened on the balcony to Medea, Medea just scoffs and offhandedly comments that Helio likes it rough. Psyche chooses not to ruminate about that for too long.

On a similar note, whether or not Medea has actually explicitly mentioned the ch. 122 discourse yes I’m bringing that up, Psyche had a hunch that that would’ve happened while Medea was in her body; considering Psyche and Eros probably did it together after they became engaged. It’s part of the reason why she was so devastated during the body switch, before the women reconciled. But after learning how Eros never loved her, Psyche just feels awful that Medea had to act through such a vulnerable situation.

Supporting Cast:

Dekis, like Nana (bless her soul), is happy that Medea at least has a friend who isn’t trapped in a sense of tragic worship like Helio is. He hopes his sister can continue to build healthier relationships, with new and existing acquaintances.

Thanks to living on his own and developing some life skills, one of them being cooking, Dekis will help out in the kitchen sometimes. The servants were initially against their master doing menial labor, but their worries quickly dissolved. They even share some secrets about Medea’s preferences, to Medea’s amusement.

Along with the books gifted to him, Lira took the rabbit Psyche saved back to his family. They now take care of it as their own pet.

Lynn still reports back to Medea even after Psyche and Medea reconcile. Except instead of plotting to ruin Psyche’s life, now Medea is content with mundane updates like whether Psyche is feeling well or what food she ate or—cringe—how Psyche handled another one of Eros’ visits. Lynn is 100% ??? about the sudden change of heart but doesn’t have the guts to ask her very-scary original employer.