#You love Anastacius

[myearts-uwu]

Idk what’d be worst for Myra:

Her dad showing Anastacius baby pictures of her and also pictures from her childhood to her teen years cause some of those pictures are too embarrassing.

Or me showing Anastacius pictures of ALL the past versions of Myra. The versions before I decided to include her in my wmmap react fic.

#original character #oc #myra smith #anastacius de alger obelia #wmmap anastacius #oc x canon #Ana: ... You know I'd still love if you got turned into a pony- #Myra: Sir Anastacius I didn't even ask you that question!

[dxmoness]

Your husband has been having a severe case of the baby fever for a long time now. It started when he saw you taking care of your baby sister. The sight of you carrying the baby in your arms while you make her laugh made him desire to have one with you.

He's been planting small hints and clues that he is very much interested in having children with you. But you were still oblivious no matter how many hints he dropped. So he decided to take matters in his own hands.

“Um? Darling, we don't have a baby.” You say as you look over the things that you and your husband had bought during your shopping spree.

Your husband smiles mischievously. “But aren't they adorable?” He holds up a onesie for a baby for your inspection. Sure, it did look cute, but it was useless if you two did not have a baby to use it for.

You sigh, knowing he wants to hear you say yes. “I suppose it is...” You grace him with a small smile which makes him beam happily. “But my point still stands, we don't have a baby to use it on.”

He smirks as he puts down the baby clothes and walks to your side, leaning to kiss your cheek. “Not yet, we don't.” He purrs in your ear, his hot breath causes you to shudder involuntarily.

Your cheeks grow flush at the implication he is giving through his suggestive words. “What?” You decide it's best to play innocent first because you really didn't want to embarrass yourself if it was not what you think.

He chuckles as he tucks a loose strand of hair into the back of your ear. “You know what I mean, my love.” He gives you a dazzling smile. “I want to make one. Right now.” He pauses. “That is if you don't mind?” He asks softly, waiting for your response.

He seemed so desperate for it that you found it adorable. You nod in agreement. “Okay.” You respond softly, giving him your consent to continue as he pleases.

He did not waste anymore time as he immediately shoves you to the couch, his impatience showing evident in his quick movements. You yelp as you are immediately pinned down, his hand pinning both of yours above your head while his free hand starts dealing with his belt.

“Darling—” You gasp only for him to interrupt. “Hush.” He whispers, silencing you by pressing a lingering kiss on your soft lips as he finally managed to get the belt off. “Be quiet and let me take care of you.”

➷ ( characters ) — lante agriche , dion agriche , rezef hill , claude de alger obelia , anastacius de alger obelia , cesare de como , regis adri floyen , eiser grayan , eros vasilios , aamon paxley , jingyuan , kamisato ayato , izek van omerta , callisto regulus. ❀

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[lexsssu]

Amour (Claude de Alger Obelia)

TAGS: Claude/F!reader, alternate universe, childhood friends, breeding, obsession, yandere, smut, drabble Ao3 ver.

It’s almost hilarious how at a certain point in his life he thought himself to be unworthy of love. That he didn’t need such a frivolous and fleeting emotion that served no purpose within the messy and undeniably dangerous world of royalty, nobility, and politics.

At least until you came into his life.

A disgraced princess of a fallen kingdom that could barely be seen on a map and the worthless spare prince made for quite a pair. 

You came to him when he was a young boy two years your senior, and you were a scared little girl sentenced to a life of servitude to your conquerors. Perhaps it had been fate taking pity on his miserable life when you were assigned to serve him.

For once in his life Claude felt warmth and softness from someone else other than his mother. Someone who had no obligation to look at him with kind eyes and treat him with such sincerity that sometimes he felt as if he was the one taking advantage of your kindness.

And even as he was engaged to that harlot Penelope Judith who clearly only had eyes for his older brother and the throne, he paid no mind to their schemes. 

When he did catch the two in bed together, Anastacius’ attempt to humiliate him further didn’t faze Claude one bit. Rather, it became the final nail in the coffin of grievances that he’d long harbored.

Claude de Alger Obelia ascends the throne on a bright and sunny day and simultaneously marries his childhood sweetheart, a princess of a conquered nation. 

The whereabouts of the former crown prince and his previous fiance had never been found. Rumors say that the two eloped together to live a humble life away from the burdens of royalty and politics.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“That’s it…Take everything I’m giving you…”

Claude grunted as he watched your eyes practically roll to the back of your head as he repeatedly forced his cock inside of you, trying to mold your cunt into remembering his shape.

His own eyes practically glowed in the dark as he committed to memory the sight of you during what was currently the best day of your lives. 

Years of scheming had finally paid off, and now there was nothing left to do but ensure that once morning light came, your child would already be growing inside your belly.  

#lexsssu writes #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x female reader #who made me a princess #claude de alger obelia #claude de alger obelia x reader #claude de alger obelia x you #claude de alger obelia x y/n

[haru-natsuka]

Masterlist

Welcome, readers, to the grand gallery of history. Everything in this collection is a record of all that has written, both factual and fantastical. Discover the truth of the world, the fiction of legends, and the possibilities of the future!

FEMALE READER X OCS

Second Male Leads Are all Yanderes but I Won't Rest Until I Win My Love Back [Ongoing Series]

TWISTED WONDERLAND x FEMALE READER

Ahh... My dear esteemed benefactor, a lovely and noble flower of evil. Truly, you are the fairest one of all. Those who are guided by the dark mirror, reveal to you the visage you seek, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror. Join us in the realm of villainy, and allow us to show you the true path to a happy ending.

Heartslabyul

Slipped (Ace Trappola x Crush Reader), Angst

Consolation (Riddle Rosehearts x Wife Reader), Romance

Left with father (Riddle Rosehearts x Your Child), Family

Left with father (Trey Clover x Your Child), Family

The Unending Daze Part 1 (Malleus Draconia x Wife Reader x Ace Trappola), Yandere

The Unending Daze Part 2 (Malleus Draconia x Wife Reader x Ace Trappola), Yandere

The Unending Daze Part 3 (Malleus Draconia x Wife Reader x Ace Trappola), Yandere

The Unending Daze Extra (Malleus Draconia x Wife Reader x Ace Trappola), Yandere

Rejection (Deuce Spade x Female Reader), Angst

Changing fate (Trey Clover x Female Reader), Romance

Forgotten (Trey Clover x Wife? Reader), Romance

Complicated feelings (Ace Trappola x Reader), Romance

Only mine (Cater Diamond x Female Reader), Slight yandere

First night interview (All Heartslabyul)

Savanaclaw

First step (Leona Kingscholar x Wife Reader), Romance

Last step Part 1 (Leona Kingscholar x Wife Reader), Romance

Last step part 2 (Leona Kingscholar x Wife Reader), Romance

Stolen (Ruggie Bucchi x Female Reader), Romance, fluff

Fetish (Jack Howl x Soulmate Reader), Romance

Octavinelle

Consultation (Azul Ashengrotto x Female Reader), Romance, fluff

Interest (Floyd Leech x Female Reader), Romance

The Visit (Jade Leech x Female Reader), Romance

Not funny (Floyd Leech x Female Reader), Romance

Scarabia

Secrets (Kalim al-Asim x Crush Reader), Romance

Confusion Part 1 (Kalim Al Asim x Wife? Reader x Jamil Viper), Romance, poly, kids

Confusion Part 2 (Kalim Al Asim x Wife? Reader x Jamil Viper), Romance, poly, kids

Fascinated (Jamil Viper x Wife Reader), Romance

Kiss-o-meter (Kalim Al Asim x Female Reader x Jamil Viper), Romance

Naive (Kalim Al Asim x Wife Reader), Romance

First night interview (All Scarabia)

Diasomnia

Painful Growth (Malleus Draconia x Crush Reader), Angst

The Past (Lilia Vanrouge x Wife Reader), Romance, Angst

Technology (Sebek Zigvolt x Female Reader), Romance

The Rhyme (Malleus Draconia x Wife Reader), Fluff

Left with father (Malleus Draconia x Child), Fluff

The Unending Daze Part 1 (Malleus Draconia x Wife Reader x Ace Trappola), Yandere

The Unending Daze Part 2 (Malleus Draconia x Wife Reader x Ace Trappola), Yandere

The Unending Daze Part 3 (Malleus Draconia x Wife Reader x Ace Trappola), Yandere

The Unending Daze Extra (Malleus Draconia x Wife Reader x Ace Trappola), Yandere

My Love (Malleus Draconia x Wife Reader), Angst

Time (Silver x Wife Reader), Romance

OTHER FANFICS

Never Again (Tanjiro x Demon Reader), Angst

Memory of fireworks (Akaza x Female Reader), Angst

Kikufuku (Gojo Satoru x Female Reader), Angst

The fate ( Anastacius x Female Reader x Claude)

By his side (Yushiro x Female Reader), Slight angst

#romance #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #diasomnia x reader #heartslaybul x reader #savanaclaw x reader #scarabia x reader #octavinelle x reader #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #scarabia #octavinelle #diasomnia #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #manhwa x reader #manhwa #wmmap x reader #wmmap fanfic #wmmap

[lyomeii]

YANDERE DYLAN SEAN BLAITHE HEADCANON

-> warnings: yandere theme, manipulation, obsession, kidnapping and much more.

-> request by anon! Hello! I really like your theme and writing style and those little a/n notes makes me laugh sometimes! Can you do Dylan Sean blade Yandere Headcanons? (I tamed a tyrant and ran away)

-> a/n: got excited to do this one but a little short since it’s been a while since I read the manhwa, so I’ve to catch up. and don’t worry i am going to write for anastacius soon. and request still open btw.

-> honestly Dylan never expected to be obsessed fall in love with you, you were the heir of a baron and an obligation noble unlike many he already met. Maybe that’s why he got interest in you in the first place, you weren’t like the others, always finding the best on people and gentle to those who need.

-> talking with you is so relaxing, specially when he brought you to met his mother and his mentor. you were so happy to meet them and spend time knowing more of the two women. dylan won’t lie, as much he adores seeing you smile, he isn’t happy that he ain’t the one making you feel happy.

-> so dylan decides to bring you to live with him at his palace. your father couldn’t help, but accept his request, your old man is only a baron and dylan is a prince, so you left your home with a farewell and won’t seeing them for a while.

-> the new life with dylan is unique if you say. spending most of the time inside his palace, the gardens or with his mother. Mostly of it is good, you enjoy it and the palace is way bigger than your originally place, yet you feel something is out the place.

-> guards were always escorting you when dylan wasn’t around you, maids whispering to each others about your actions during the day and of course, you can’t leave the palace grounds, not with the many assassins that Dylan’s half siblings send to kill you, but you don’t know the last part until an incident happen.

-> during what you called a normal day, you went to the garden to collect flowers and gift it to dylan, however an assassin show up and almost killed you that day. thankfully, the many guards hiding in the shadows appeared and saved you from the shadowy figure then took you back to your bedroom.

-> dylan wasn’t happy about it. knowing that his siblings were stupid enough to send a threat to you, they will suffer when he become the next leader of his people. his mentor, lady charlize, use it as an inspiration to him to become better and stronger in he future, he has to protect you in any way and from anyone who dares to lay a finger on you.

-> and that’s what happened. when dylan took over the throne, killed his relatives and lost his mother, he made sure anyone would ever try to hurt you again. he made you his significant other, his soulmate and the only person who has the same power as him as you are now the emperor/empress/leader of the empire with him.

-> but the title only serve in the paper since he doesn’t allow you to work in the papers, show up alone in party or galas nor walk alone in the capital, you basically let you roam palace, all of them if you wish, but you won’t be able to walk away from the royal grounds by yourself, no matter you wish or beg him.

-> he hates when you cry for not letting you go out by yourself or when you ask them to visit your family. dylan wants to see you smile, but he can’t let you leave him in any occasion. maybe one day, he would let you go by yourself, but for now, you only leave if he is around.

-> then he asks you to stay in his office whatever he has to work, you don’t need to say anything or talk with him. dylan only needs to know that you are safe with him, at the same room as him. often, he will glance at you whatever when you are pay attention and gets a little red, knowing that now you are his and you won’t be able to escape him anytime soon.

@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost

#yandere headcanon #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male #yandere manhwa #manhwa x reader #i tamed a tyrant and ran away #I tamed a tyrant and ran away x reader #Dylan Sean braithe #yandere dylan Sean braithe #dylan Sean braithe x reader

[flowerywhispers]

Hello snoopy-san can u req wmmap where claude has another child that is also reincarnated like that is like kim dokja from orv (if u dont know its one if the best manwha/novel there 10/10 recommend u to read it if u havent yet hehe) or someone like penelope eckart, how would they react.

| | Reacting to a child like Penelope Eckhart | |

Character(s): Claude de Alger Obelia, Athanasia de Alger Obelia and Anastacius de Alger Obelia

TW: Mentions of neglect, allusions of murder plots, Claude starts off as a terrible terrible father as usual

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Hiya! Oml I love ORV, I just haven't caught up yet so I decided to go for a child like Penelope Eckhart rather than Kim Dokja because I knew that if I started thinking about him then I wouldn't be able to write this until I'd finished reading all of the chapters I missed sbejsgr

[ Claude ]

He finds you interesting rather than amusing like he finds Athanasia

He has somewhat unrealistic standards for how children are supposed to act and, while you act in a way that's much more ideal for his preference of silence, your sister is the complete opposite

He finds himself wondering what was different in how the two of you grew up if you were both raised by Lilian but likes to test you in less than conventional ways

Your bluntness is almost unnerving to him at times, he doesn't know how to feel about someone who acts so similar to him, but, at least at the beginning, he does like to force you into uncomfortable situations, just to see how you'd fair not to mention using it as a way to try and force the bluntness out of you

He finds it amusing when your survival instincts kick into overdrive when you're already trapped in a survival mindset but perhaps that's only because of the lack of control he seems to be able to exert over you. You're so precise with what you say and yet it makes him feel less and less like he's the one in control of the situation

He can tell, even with how you act, that you're in a constant state of a survival mindset so he likes to put you into dangerous situations a tad bit more than Athy but comes to try and protect you more than Athy once he begins to care for the two of you because of it

Something about the way that you seem to act like a cornered animal yet keep so composed, makes you seem all the more fragile to him

[ Athanasia ]

She's honestly a tad bit scared of you

She doesn't realise that you too have been reincarnated until much later down the line, too caught up in what your presence might do to her future with her perceiving you to be much too similar to the man that she's trying to avoid meeting

You're highly intelligent and you're prefect at manipulating the situation which makes her feel somewhat scared that you might want her out of the equation until she realises that she could try and win you over in some way like she did with Claude

You're more than aware that she's taking advantage of the situation and you but you can't come to care when she's helping you stay in Claude's good graces, as much as you keep messing up with your bluntness

She feels a little guilty, before she knows that you've reincarnated as well - only seeing you as another obstacle that could bring her harm - that she's been using you the entire time but she doesn't realise that you're doing the same

She tries, as she continues along the story, to get close with you as her sibling but is met with a wall every time. She never does give up though, becoming something of an annoyance to you in a way that only Lucas can relate to

It's a give and take relationship, both of you never really admitting to caring about either one as you both just try and survive but she comes to sympathise really heavily once she realises that she's not the only ones who's been entirely aware the whole time

[ Anastacius ]

Anastacius honestly sees you as a thorn in his side. An interesting one but a thorn in his side nonetheless

When he plans, he doesn't take you into account, not expecting you to be intelligent enough to see through any of his plans and not having predicted your presence at all. He only knew you existed when you wanted him to and you would otherwise slip his mind

It was horribly frustrating that he could seem to figure you out and neither could Aternitas

He works around Athanasia because he's heard about how intelligent she supposedly is for a child but you're more toned down in that sense, detached even as a child and spoken much less about. How hard did he have to try to find out anything about you from only vague rumours?!

Even as you grew up, you stayed cold and short with people, too intelligent for a child and too competent even by an adult's standards

He finds it funny almost, so much so that it reminds him of himself and Claude. What else did he expect from his brother's child?

Do not repost or claim. Only reblog 💗

#wmmap #who made me a princess #wmmap claude #wmmap anastacius #wmmap athanasia #wmmap hc #wmmap headcanon #who made me a princess headcanon #who made me a princess x reader #wmmap x reader #claude de alger obelia #athanasia de alger obelia #anastacius de alger obelia #spoowrites

[cupidthingz]

What’s it like having them as siblings?

Cast: Anastacius

Warnings: Siblings being annoying as usual.

Anastacius [Older]

Okay straight up he’s an asshole if you’re the younger sibling. Dude is gonna bully you like he’s the kind of sibling that would smack you across the head while your just doing your own thing and then both of y’all start an outright brawl in which you win obviously. (I have the feeling he’s the type to start fights and not finish them.)

If we’re talking about modern AU if you’re going to schools and stuff it’s going to be a private school cause ✨money✨ no one would know you’re related. It might either be because both of you look totally different and act differently from each other or nobody really asked if one of you had siblings.

He’s a caring brother but being an asshole comes first👍

“Hey y/n I bought ice cream!” Anastacius yelled from downstairs as he munched on the delicious and cold treat, as the air conditioner barely kept the room cold in the hot summer.

“Coming!” You barreled downstairs. “Okay where’s mine?” You asked noticing the absence of another ice cream neither in the bag nor in his hands other than the one he’s eating.

“Who said I bought you one?” He smiled innocently. “I just announced I bought ice cream.”

“You’re the literal worst.” You snapped at him as you turn to walk away back to your room. Something cold tapped on your head.

“Just kidding~ I bought some for the two of you.”

“You still suck by the way.”

“Oh you don’t want it? It’s fine I’ll eat it I was hungry for seconds anyways~”

“No you will not!”

He’ll totally spy on you if you go on a date with someone. Que a montage of him following you around in terrible disguises as he pulls Claude along for the shenanigans cause he didn’t have anything better to do but secretly he’s also making sure they pass the vibe check. Or they’re getting vibe checked if you know what I mean

If your significant other breaks your heart he’s going to comfort you while also simultaneously plotting their demise with Claude just doing some friendly research on the best ways to hide a body results were inconclusive.

Anastacius loves his two younger siblings. Even if he’s annoying, steals your stuff, eat your food, smacks you for no reason, leaves your door open after he enters your room for nothing. He loves you and it’s honestly a surprise he’s still standing without being bitch slapped but dw Penelope did it for you that one time

Anastacius [Younger]

If you’re the older sibling of this little demon, good luck with the random spurts of heart attacks. He was and still is the major cause of your grey hairs.

With his seemingly innocent face no one would suspect his extremely reckless ploy of getting back at other people for various reasons. The little shit holds grudges just like your youngest sibling.

He is a lot more sociable! He’s the social butterfly in the family but more of like a moth with his attraction to anything that might possibly lead him to be in a coffin. It’s just cause he trusts you and he knows you’ll always have his back thus the grey hairs.

“I feel like jumping.”

“And I’d kill you myself if you don’t die on impact.”

“Where would we all be if siblings don’t constantly threaten each other with murder?”

“A utopian civilization, with unicorns.”

“Take a joke will ya- wooahh-”

You pulled him back by the collar of his shirt before he fell off from the window frame.

“Aaand this is why I told you to get off of it.”

“But then how would I be able to aim clearly at the Principal’s head?” He says as he check up on his little weapon which is a sling shot big enough to fit a pie with filling made with things not so very sweet.

“And thus begins the tale of how y/n and Anastacius got expelled.”

“Well school can’t be for everyone can it?” He quipped mischievously.

“You- we shouldn’t be doing this Ana.”

“We shouldn’t be doing most things but look how far humanity has come because of it.”

He is more of the bad influence than you are as you can see, and he can be truly wonderful at convincing others to get on with his shenanigans. Just look at his senior Alpheus even he got roped into his little schemes.

I think he’d be more chill if you start dating anyone he trusts you can make the right choices in relationships. You literally took care of him and if both of you can survive that, you’re pretty much ready for anything.

But wait you’re heartbroken? Ice creams and cakes galore! But excuse me- I gotta take this for a minute. Oh! You mean there’s a body-

Overall he’s a cheeky little shit and you’re on 24 hours baby sitting duty even as adults.

He was the one who called you for advice when he had Jeanette. But that story is for another time~

 ★彡 Banana.Milkshake

#anastacius de alger obelia #wmmap x reader #anastacius x reader #anastacius de alger obelia x reader #who made me a princess x reader #wmmap #who made me a princess #Anastacius #claude de alger obelia #claude x reader #headcanon wmmap #headcanons #manhwa x reader #Cupidwrites

[jeweled-blue-eyes]

I was musing with some friends the other day, and I thought our thoughts would be interesting to talk about. In WMMAP, Jennette basically takes on the role of LP!Athanasia. She has a more downcast, gentle disposition, contrasting WMMAP!Athanasia's lively and sunny 'personality'. And I say that in quotes because she basically took Jennette's personality, eventually making her own spin on it and turning into the sunshine personification we know and love as Athy. She even said as a kid that Claude liked Jennette, so she should act like Jennette (therefore starting her lovey-dovey act with Claude). There's tons of scenes showing how lonely Jennette is. She's deserate for a family, like LP!Athy was desperate for her father's love (her family). She clings onto our Athy, and even though she's kind to Jennette, she still leaves her completely in the dark and alone, until the end of the series. And on a similar note, Athy.. Knew about Jennette's identity and situation the entire time. Jennette had been told her entire life that she is Claude's daughter and Athy's sister, and Athy knows this, but she still leaves her to stand. Repeatedly, she acts loving and happy with Claude right in front of Jennette's face, and treats her like an outsider. (Example; when she fell in the lake and Claude almost let her drown, or episode 82 when Jennette asks if Claude is alright, and Athy tells her to go home). This also applies to the Debutante Ball- While Athanasia shines that day, Jennette is left behind by both Claude and Athy. Athy knows all about her, but lets Jennette watch her act close with Claude, and then scurries off with him leaving her behind. Of course, this isn't to bash Athy or anything, she was in survival mode at the Debutante. And a lot of times around Jennette, she was paranoid that the 'plot' would fall back into place somehow. I'm just pointing out some things. I know that some people will go "Well in LP Jennette got her happy ending, and Athy didn't!!!" But that isn't true. Athy doesn't know what the ending is of LP, and we're shown through visions/dreams that LP certainly didn't have a happy ending. (The Empire burning down, Claude getting sick, etc). I can only really assume that has to do with Aeternatas. They both die a miserable death. We can assume that when Anastacius shows up in LP, like shown in the visions, Jennette realizes at some point she's been lied to her entire life by the people she loves. And then dies, though I'm not sure in what way, we just see the empire in fiery shambles after. Additionally - Claude never even loved Jennette, he just used her to cure his headaches. So Jennette never "stole" his love from Athy. In WMMAP, though, our girls both finally get their happy endings. Athy wins Claude's love, and becomes Crown Princess. Jennette finds happiness with her real father and gets to start over in Mieta, while also taking on her mother's green eyes - which I see as her making peace with the past she thought she knew, and no longer needing to hold onto the Imperial family. I really don't get it when people compare Athy and Jennette, in "who suffered more", or "who is better than who". Aside from WMMAP being a father-daughter story, I argue that it can also be seen as a story about 2 girls finding their happy endings.

(side note: controversial, but I always find myself feeling more bad for Jennette than I do Athy TvT I think it's because we only ever see LP!Athy's suffering from very far away, we rarely even see her face, and we usually just see our happy-go-lucky WMMAP!Athy. Meanwhile we see Jennette's hardships more closely, making me feel more bad for her. That's just how I feel tho!!)

I don't like putting two girls against each other in trauma olympics but if you want to insist one of them had it worse than the other, the answer should be Jennette and not Athy. Jennette was never loved for who she was, she had to witness the death of her family one by one until she was the only one left behind amidst the destruction of her home country to either die a violent death or become Aeternitas meat puppet, an accessory to his crimes and forced to witness him committing atrocities through her but powerless to stop him.

At least lp Athy had Lily, Jennette had no one. I feel like LP Athy was a lot freer too. LP Athy's lack of magic saved her from court intrigue and being used as a tool by greedy nobles wheras Jennette was manipulated from the start. Athy could pursue her own interests and these happened to align with the duties of an Empress, contrary to Jennette who never wanted to rule but was forced into intense studies to learn everything a princess should know.

I never fully understood why Athy didn't just tell Jennette the truth about her parentage. Leaving the part out that Jennette is a construct made of black magic, she could have at least told her Anastasius is her real father and warned her that if she revealed her identity, Claude might harm her. Lucas, as the magician of the tower, could confirm her words. Jennette would stop seeking him out and if Athy continued their friendship, Jennette's need for familial love would still be satisfied. They could have been both happy together. There were no advantages to keeping it a secret, only disadvantages and the risk she would lose Jennette's trust if she ever learned that Athy had deceived her.

#wmmap #answered asks

[gulnarsultan]

"Hello can you do Yandere Claude and Anastacius de Alger Obelia [ Separated please ] with mother reader?" Both their biological Mother reader! (Sorry I didn't add that)

Yandere son Claude de Alger Obelia

~ Claude, yandere tendencies start from the moment you hold him in your arms for the first time.

~ He does not accept any wet nurse when he is in his infancy.

~ Claude doesn't just cry when he's in your lap and you're next to him.

~ Claude does things like screaming and crying to get your full attention.

~ He doesn't get along with any nanny or maid. He just wants you to look at him.

~ Claude is always trying to make you proud.

~ Anyone who upsets, hurts, insults you is an enemy to Claude.

~ He is reluctant to share you. So he doesn't really want to have siblings.

Yandere son Anastacius de Alger Obelia

~ Like his older brother, Anastacius' tendencies begin the moment you hold him in your arms for the first time.

~ Anastacius is literally a mother's lamb from infancy.

~ He has trouble sharing you even with his own siblings.

~ He protects and defends you against everyone.

~ He will be more determined to seize the throne for you.

~ He is cunning to get all your attention and love.

~ Like his brother, Anastacius does not accept nannies and wet nurses.

They are both sons who are ready to do anything for their mother. Moreover, imagine that they are sons of the same mother. It's a complete mess.

#yandere anastacius de alger obelia x reader #yandere anastacius de alger obelia #wmmap anastacius #anastacius de alger obelia #yandere claude de alger obelia x reader #yandere claude de alger obelia #yandere wmmap

[that-one-pretty-bitch]

[heh sorry for requesting so much]

Since I didn’t see a Wmmap!Lucas x reader imma request it yet :)

Reader is Athy’s Twin and has the personality and looks of Diana

After the whole drama where Jeanette and Anastacius left

Reader just thanking Lucas again for everything he did and everytime he was there for her…

You can add more fluff I didn’t had anymore ideas ;-;

✨-Anon

𝒴/𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝓍𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒶, 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝓍𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒶. 𝐼𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒜𝒰 𝒜𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝑜𝓃 𝒴/𝓃. 𝒜𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒶𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒾𝓉, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒴/𝓃.

You don’t need to worry about requesting too much hun <3

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Y/n hugged the brunette tightly, despite not being her real sister, Jeantte had a place in her heart that no one except Athy could possibly have. She loved her two sisters dearly and constantly defended them from Claude. Y/n had helped Athanasia when she was being embarrassed by Claude at her birthday party after he lost his memories and she had just helped Jeanette spare her father’s life. Tears dripped from the corner of her eyes, she would miss Jeanette. Her sister who was also standing beside her looked upset,

“Hey! Don’t be upset, I promise i’ll visit the both of you,” Jeanette smiled sweetly

“I know but it won’t be the same, you know I hate change,” Y/n embraced Jeanette once again.

The scent of sweet Dianhong roses filled Jeanette’s nostrils as she hugged her cousin. Y/n was her favorite person, Y/n was always so brave, smart, confident and kind. She was the most perfect woman to ever exist in Jeanette’s eyes. If someone were to tell Jeanette that Y/n was a goddess she wouldn’t hesitate to believe it and in Y/n’s eyes Jeanette was an angel that could do no wrong, she was such a sweet girl who deserved all the love in the world. Athanasia watched with saddened eyes as she embraced the two girls that were already hugging

“We will miss you Jeanette, it won’t be the same without you,” Athanasia sighed as Jeanette got into the carriage with the black haired man who was her biological father.

“I don’t know why the both of you are getting so worked up over that Chimera,” Lucas shrugged

You felt your blood boil at the sight of some slacker making fun of your dear sister like that.

“Hush Lucas, if you value your life kindly shut up,” Y/n glared as she walked towards the boy,

Lucas immediately knew he was in danger when he saw Y/n’s sadistic smile. Y/n walked over to the boy and yanked on his hair,

“Ow ow ow, princess!! Your so mean *dramatic sniff*,” Lucas faked a cry

“Oh shut up, whatever Y/n did to you was well deserved,” Athy rolled her eyes

“You're both so mean! At least Ijekiel loves me!!” Lucas sneered

“ No I don’t,” Ijekeil said in a ‘matter of fact’ tone.

“Hmph, you're all just a bunch of bullies! I can’t believe i’m in love with such a mean princess,” Lucas sighed

Everyone knew he was talking about you. Claude was taking out a dagger from his pocket, ready to end that magician but Athy pushed it back into his pocket

“Oh stop it daddy, they are in love~~ don’t you seeeeee,” Athy screached

“They are not in love,” Claude coldly spat

Ijekeil swallowed up pain, he liked Y/n but unlike in Lucas’s case nobody knew of Ijekeil’s crush on Y/n.

“Eh, now that I confessed, can I get a kiss princess?” Lucas wiggled his eyebrows and leaned onto you, lips puffed out making a smooch

“Not today, I refuse to be seduced,” Y/n covered his lips with her hand and moved his face away from hers

“By the way you might want to run,” Y/n pointed at Claude

Claude had murder in his eyes, not only did he flirt with his daughter but he attempted to kiss her. Lucas knew he shouldn’t fight Y/n’s father, so he walked away pecking Y/n on the cheek, causing Claude’s fury to strengthen.

“Oh calm down father, even if I love him, I will always love my family more,” Y/n smiled gently hugging both Athy and Claude

“I will always love you both too,” Claude had now forgotten about Lucas, hearing those words from his daughters mouth made him happy and he smiled gently. Y/n and Athanasia were truly the best gifts he could have ever received from Diana.

#wmmap #claude de alger obelia #athanasia wmmap #athanasia de alger obelia #claude wmmap #diana wmmap #lucas wmmap #wmmap ijekiel #lucas wmmap x reader #daddy claude #mommy diana #manwaha x reader #who made me a princess #jeanette margarita

[dxmoness]

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄'𝐒 𝐎𝐃𝐄 | 𝐀. 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 ➜ mentions of depression, sickness and etc. Once again there are no pronouns as this is in second person view! Although reader is female supposedly, anyone can read it still.

A deep inescapable hole. That is where you and Claude found yourselves in.

He in a hole where he was to listen to flattery from nobles and a harem that you knew barely loved him and you in a hole of depression and illnesses with no explanations.

You two couldn't escape it and you two knew it. Claude fell quiet and cold towards everyone else as he completely shut himself out. Everyone but you that is.

Your meetings with him were still ever so frequent as the two of you came up with continuous interesting topics regarding each other's learning. There were no days where Claude didn't feel comfortable around you and you to him. Little did you know, the male had now developed feelings for you that you hadn't seemed to develop. You thought of him as a best friend, at least at the moment you did. That was all he was to you.

After all, you were scared to fall into love again. Especially when your last one with Anastacius failed miserably against your wishes. Those memories still haunted you like spirits of the night. The remembrance of his touch against your skin. The warmth.. You winced at the memory.

The maids prepare you for bed now and you lay there motionless. Your eyes stare at the ceiling, body numbing once again. You couldn't close your eyes. Every time you do, you recall him. His face, his everything. His lies. You remember the scene with him and Penelope. How smug he was at the sight of you finding out. How you filled with hatred and hurt right then and there. The pain of remembering everything.

It was worse when you slept. Your dreams were haunted by words, hints of the relationship that you had missed along the way, the laughter of Penelope's the day after you found out and the screams of your heart when you wished you'd just died right then and there.

Memories. Painful and sad memories.

In this particular dream that you were now dreaming, you found yourself with him. The man who betrayed you. He seemed in love. Manipulating you. And you were falling for it.

The replay of the sight came at last. You walking with Claude, finding them together, you screaming at him the next day. Utter chaos. But here it was different. You see the lights of the ball as Anastacius was crowned emperor. The laughs, cheers, congratulations passed around loudly and you see Claude standing there watching him and Penelope. The two seemed happy... But your eyes remain on Claude.

Claude seemed irritated. Cold. Broken. Although his eyes refused to give emotion, you knew better. Was this what everyone seemed to see that you didn't? More importantly why didn't you see him like this?

Suddenly the scene shifts. Claude killing Anastacius plays out. You scream at Claude but he doesn't hear. This was the past after all. Anastacius lay there. Dead. Then you feel something cold. A cold aura. You turn and you see smoke. Red and black smoke. Engulfing you and Ana. Suffocating. You were suffocating.

You shot up from your bed, startling the guards outside with your undeniably loud scream. Claude came in minutes later. "Y/N?" He asks gently as he sits next to you on the bed, arm draping around you as he pulls you close.

You feel his warmth. Almost falling asleep in his arms right then and there. But you manage to keep yourself together though. "Nightmares." This word was enough for Claude as he just sighs softly before he gets in bed with you.

"Okay." He whispers before he hugs you gently. You two's interactions and the fact that you were sleeping together was enough to make the maids and guards question if the man who entered was the same Claude who left; he had given them all glares.

While this all happened, someone entered your room. His eyes gleaming blue with a faint shade of red as he walked towards you.

Beautiful as always. He thinks as he watches you stir. A smile forming on his lips, he leaned gently giving up to temptation and gave you a kiss. The feeling of your lips against his was soft and warm. Extremely relaxing. Nostalgic. It brought memories he could never forget. And he knew neither could you.

He pulls away with a ridiculous maniacal smile. His eyes never left your sight as his hand came close to you, fingers stroked your cheek. Obsession. Infatuation. Or whatever term it was he had it.

Seeing you with his brother made him lose it. You were his and only his. He wasn't going to let that slide.

Once this whole thing was finished, he'd have you again. He smiles again at the thought. Then you two would be something greater than before. Something he wished you two were.

tagging, @sxnful-rage , @salvatvre , @hi-kariii , @midnightnightingale

#anastacius de alger obelia x reader #wmmap claude #wmmap x reader #anastacius #anastacius x reader #wmmap anastacius #anastacius de alger obelia #claude de alger obelia #claude de alger obelia x reader #claude x reader

[industria-adastra]

[WMMAP] - Magnum Opus: It's sad to be at the bottom of life, right? (4/5)

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Summary: It's amazing, really, how quickly love can turn to hate. Or maybe, it hadn't been love after all.

Note: Recently, I've gotten into Hazbin Hotel again. I ended up adding more stuff to the latter half of the original chapter 3 that I cut. I hope you like it, intended audience of maybe two people.

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There is a man who is always present in these events. A man who always hangs about on the fringes of the ever-increasingly elaborate parties in Jennette’s name, observing within the shadows. Athanasia finds him to look disturbingly similar to her father, even if she brushes off their similarities time and time again. And like her father, as she discovers in an accidental bump, he reeks of the magic that the Obelian royal family seems inexplicably chained to. 

She goes searching within the records, and already, his face appears only a generation away. Yet, Anastacius de Alger Obelia had been long dead, hadn’t he? But Athanasia has long learned to not believe in coincidence. Something strange is afoot. Will he become a test of what she’d do for her family?

At another ball, another celebration for Jennette, his dark gaze turns to her, and his eyes flash jewel blue, and, oh,  Athanasia understands now.

(She’s never tried spilling blood with her own hands)

Stiffening as he leisurely walks over, Athanasia’s mind rushes through potential actions she could take. On one hand, she could alert everyone within the vicinity, especially Lord Robaine, about her uncle truly living up to his name. On the other hand, remembering the bitter twist of his lips, staring at Father and her sister, Athanasia stalls.

(Perhaps it is a good idea, with the pressure of twisted magic she hadn’t truly noticed the strength of before. Something's wrong.)

Her vision blurs, watching him steadily walk over, the light clicks of his shoes like a war drum against her ears. His clothes don't seem to fit, a strange, ever-changing amalgamation of fluttering robes and crisp formal wear. His hair is neat and carefully tousled, and his hair is shaggy and unkempt.

(There is something deeply wrong about this man)

“It’s annoying, isn’t it, not being the golden child everyone loves?” It’s as if two people are asking this of her, with a strange mix of amusement, cold pity and understanding within his (their?) eyes. 

(Something about him is wrong, wrong, wrong)

Athanasia opts not to reply, shifting her gaze elsewhere. It’s a question loaded with enough weight to topple an empire. She’s quite sure that what that man means by ‘annoying’ is not as light as it sounds.

“I see,” his eyes move to catch her gaze. 

Before he moves to turn away, they give some last few parting words that render Athanasia stock stiff in her heels.

“I can’t wait to see what happens when you break alongside your ghoul of a mother, my dearest niece.” 

"Dearest descendant of mine."

The phrases overlap together, and before she can even blink, before she can let go of a tense breath, a body moves into her field of vision, blocking her view. Athanasia stumbles forward, hand outstretched to politely shift it away. But when it moves, they are already gone.

(It's as if they've vanished into thin air)

After that fateful encounter, Athanasia never sees him appear at another ball ever again. 

She wonders if she should have ever told her father about this meeting.

Then again, with his constant state of apathy and ennui during their regularly scheduled tea times with Jennette concerning anything relating to her, Athanasia wonders if it’ll simply pass through his ears like white noise.

-

Ever since the first one, the tea parties Jennette tries to host for the three of them are always painfully awkward. This one is no exception. Athanasia is eighteen now, and all that’s changed is Jennette’s choice of tea and snacks—this year is chamomile and imported sweets from Siodonna.

The overpowering taste of sugar accompanies the taste of rose. Paired with the chamomile, it verges on being too sweet. 

Without a need to contribute to the current conversation (consisting of Jennette rambling and her father barely even looking like he’s paying attention—he looks perpetually drowsy these days), Athanasia finds her attention turning to Bluey’s recovery. He keeps shedding feathers all over the place, and sometimes his muscles lock together involuntarily. Sustaining a life is harder than keeping it in stasis. She can’t push too much magic in, and neither can she give too little. Yet, there is no predefined value to sustain—there’s an unknown sequence yet to be found. She needs to find it soon.

“Just yesterday, I went to see Ijekiel—”

Clank. Athanasia’s teacup strikes its saucer perhaps a bit too harshly, rudely cutting off Jennette’s words. Because of that, she offers an awkward, sheepish smile to her audience of two. 

“My apologies for that, but I’ve suddenly realised that I have some rather urgent matters to resolve back in the Ruby Palace.” As she speaks, Athanasia moves out of her seat, ready to leave. “Please, have a wonderful rest of the day.”

(It isn’t as if they’d notice her anyway)

 “O-oh! Of course, we will! Right, Father?” At that, Claude only stares at her silently, yet all Athanasia can see from his eyes is apathy—a passive gaze with nothing attached. “I hope it’s nothing too serious…”

By then, Athanasia had already started to walk away.

(She wonders why she thought they’d call after her)

-

It all happens in a flash. Jennette, chatting with her amiably about the latest fashions and Ijekiel’s latest romantic gesture. And to clear her throat, she takes a sip of tea. But as she opens her mouth to speak again, her blue eyes widen, her mouth forms an “o” in surprise, and Jennette coughs up crimson blood before she collapses to the ground. The sound of breaking porcelain resounds as it crashes onto the ground.

Not even a second passes by and Athanasia has already rushed towards her, heart pounding in her ears. How will she explain this to her father? How had she been so lax in her vigilance? How had she been so blind as not to notice poison? Why Jennette? Why her? Her mana rushes out in an attempt to heal Jennette but she can’t properly do so if she has no idea what has been affected. What had Jennette ingested within the tea? Athanasia’s hands shake in terror as she scoops Jennette into her arms. 

“HELP!” She screams, heavy breaths coming out as tears start to flow. “HELP! SOMEONE, PLEASE! ANYBODY! THE FIRST PRINCESS HAS BEEN POISONED!” Fearfully, Athanasia's eyes dart around, catching the eyes of a nearby maid, whose mouth is wide open in shock.

"What are you doing?! Go! Go get help now!" Athanasia so rarely ever raised her voice, but right now, she’d scream herself hoarse, scream herself mute if it’d save Jennette. 

Luckily for the maid, she quickly runs off toward the royal doctors. But now, there is nothing to do but wait, nothing to do but watch as the blood trickles down from Jennette’s mouth. Sweat is already building on her skin, and all Athanasia can do is hold her close and make sure Jennette doesn’t unconsciously choke on her blood. Jennettee’s eyes are still open, but Athanasia thinks that she cannot bear to close them, even for Jennette’s later comfort. As her heart continues to race, Athanasia finds that the only thing she can do is silently lament to her mother, and pray in her heart that all will be alright.

There is blood on her clothes. 

-

When Jennette is taken away to be treated, Athanasia finally collapses from the stress of it all. Yet when she wakes up, she sees neither the old, yet comforting walls of her room. What she sees are the grey stone walls; what she smells is the rotten stink of excretion and urine; what she hears is the rhythmic clanking of metal armour and the scurrying of rats. It doesn’t take a genius to realise that she’s in the dungeons—as unfamiliar as it should be.

There is still blood on her clothes. There is still blood on her hands. It’s brown and crusted and stinks of iron and Athanasia thinks she hears a woman weeping. Her gaze darts around, trying to see if her mother is here. If she was, Athanasia could get an explanation. If she was, Athanasia could have some comfort in this sudden new insanity.

But her mother is not here, and Athanasia is alone. There’s not much else to do but sit and wait.

And just a few moments later, her answers come in the form of three individuals. Duke Alpheus, Countess Rosalia, and last of all shadowed by the badly lit rooms but still standing out so strongly—the Emperor, her father. The three of them stare down upon her dirtied form with closed expressions (and what she can always recognise as barely hidden disdain). 

Athanasia decides to focus on her father. Not that it was hard to. 

“Your Majesty?” 

No reply. 

Athanasia tries again. “Is Jennette alright? Is she safe now?”

Instead of her father’s even monotone, it’s Countess Rosalia’s sharp, nearly squawking, shrieking vocals which answer her. “Jennette is safe from you, Your Highness.” She spits those words out venomously, almost triumphantly. 

It doesn’t take a one-in-a-million genius to understand what has happened.

Still, Athanasia tries to keep her calm, “What do you mean, Countess? You, of all people, should know that false accusations towards royalty are tantamount to treason.” Better to be blunt and be done with it.

This time, it is the Duke who speaks, looking down upon her between narrowed eyes, “Your Highness, there is no need for any more pretence. It has been found that you were the one who poisoned Jennette.” Prim and proper in his shiny white clothes and his always meticulously coiffed hair; in the depths of her heart, Athanasia couldn’t understand how a man like Ijekiel could be his son.

“And what evidence do you have to prove your claims?” Athanasia has learnt to smile like how Raven bares his teeth; sharp and quick, a warning to go no further. If there is anything else she’s learnt from Ijekiel’s friendship, it is that a smile grants both mystery and versatility. “Proper procedure states that I have the right to be subject to a fair trial, and a right to know upon what grounds you base such accusations on.”

She watches the countess artfully swing her fan up into a waiting hand, only to snap it open with a violent elegance. “Your Highness, there is no need for such tedious procedures when your guilt is crystal clear for everyone to see.”

Like a part of a two-headed snake, the Duke adds his venomous spit to the mix, “Out of jealousy, you dared to poison your own sister for your own shortcomings.”

“This is more fact than fiction—countless witnesses can prove to you that I had no idea what would happen to Jennette.”

“And countless witnesses can also prove that you’ve always harboured such envious hatred for your own sister. How wicked you are, to take away her fiancé—to take away my son—and now to take away her life.”

Still, Athanasia continues to stay calm. Her father would surely intervene at some point, wouldn’t he? “You must be mistaken, Ijekiel and I are merely friends. He is my future brother-in-law, and it would make no sense to alienate myself from him. And I care dearly for Jennette. I would do no such thing when it would only bring her pain.”

“But your actions speak louder than your words, Your Highness. Such pretty lies may come easily to you, given your blood, but we both know that you purposefully seduced him. Just like that crass, low-class whore you were born from.” The woman sneers, edging threateningly closer.

Athanasia snaps. She rushes to the bars, slamming into them with a strength and speed all too abnormal for a girl her size and age. Taking advantage of their foolish arrogance, she takes the opportunity to grab at their disgustingly extravagant clothes, bringing them eye to eye, and knocking their heads painfully on the steel bars. 

(They tell her to not let go, to keep moving, to keep shaking. Until they are but bloodied flesh and broken bones and as filthy as their tongues are. Better off as fodder, better off to be used for something grander than they could ever be.)

“Keep my mother out of your mouth! How can you be so sure that such a miscarriage of justice will—!”

“Be silent.” Finally, he speaks. His mana collapses onto her like that of a dying star, forcing her to let go, forcing her back onto the ground. But while it is painful, it is more bearable than the knowledge that her father simply did not care.

Ignoring the bodies quickly scrambling behind his protection, the Emperor simply comments, “Have you finished your petty tantrum?”

For the first time in her life, she gawks at him, at his apathy and unchanged expression. From the look on his face, Athanasia knows that he will never change his mind. He will never change his mind for her because he does not care. 

She’s known this for so long, and yet, and yet it still hurts.

And just like that, her verdict—her guilt—is decided just like that. She has blood on her hands because it is the word of the Emperor—Sun of the Empire, a ruler before he is her father (as it should; as it shouldn’t be so). Athanasia bites down harshly on her lips, casting her gaze on the stone floors, and nary a sound is allowed to escape. She wants to rage, wants to scream, wants to reach beyond the steel bars and tear at the cloth near her father’s feet—to beg for an explanation, to defend herself, to harshly refute her claims.

Who had she loved dearly all this time? Who had she worked for to the bone to gain just the slightest bit of approval and notice? Who had she idolised as perfection even as it was so clear that he was nothing but a statue carved out of ice? Her father—

(The child will die. He will kill her, like he slaughtered them, watching them breathe their last. She is her child my child our only child. She must live.)

Her mother’s cold hands tether her to reality, and Athanasia does none of that. 

“Breathe,” Diana says, right on time, pressing atop her, enclosing Athanasia within her arms. “Not in front of the Duke and the Countess, Dear. Later, when it’s safer, Mama will be here. You know Mama will always be here for you.”

Right.

She has always had her mother. Always had Lily and Raven. And now she has Jennette and Ijekiel.

It is enough. (It must be; She wants a father.)

Athanasia forces herself to hold it in, to stare straight into her father’s eyes and say, “Your Majesty is as efficient as always. Will there be a further investigation into this incident? After all, Your Majesty, efficiency without accuracy is just another way to describe sloppy work.” She smiles, ignoring the subtle shock and outrage—the lovely confusion—on the Duke and Countess.

“...You are the primary suspect. It will be enough to make an example of you.” Always putting in the most minimal of effort when it came to her. 

“I see. Then may I know if you have settled on a date for the execution?” Even now, she couldn’t let herself look any less insanely perfect in front of him. Even now, she still loves him—but perhaps no longer like that of a follower and their god. After all, gods cannot be flawed.

Unreadable as always, her father so graciously lets her know when she’ll die by his hand. “The dawn of the 8th day.” Cold, clipped—he doesn’t even seem to register that it’ll be her birthday. By the sun, moon, and stars—what a joke. This is the most attention he’s ever truly given to her.

After that, he’s already turning his back on her, moving towards the exit. The Duke and the Countess cast her cold, calculating looks before they scurry after him (like the rats they were).

When they finally leave, out of sight, out of mind, Athanasia finally allows herself to collapse into her mother’s ready arms. She shakes, she sobs, and she cries—but Athanasia still does not let a single sound escape. How unfair it is, to mourn something she never had from the start.

There is blood on her hands, but it is because of someone else.

(Athanasia doesn’t want to die.

“You won’t,” her mother promises with a whisper. “We’ll make sure of it.”)

-

“How far will you go for Diana’s—my child?”

“Anything for Athanasia,” the nanny’s sea blue eyes look straight ahead, resolute. 

“Even your life?”

“If it must be so.”

-

On the second day of her imprisonment, Raven brings him a thick, tattered book. It is hard to hide large secrets, but having grown up as an Alpheus, hiding them is but second nature to him. 

Drunk off his victory, his father grows sloppy—perhaps even mad, judging from the strange one-man dialogue he occasionally hears coming from his office. (Before…everything, they had conversed about noise-cancelling magic before.) His father’s lack of care is a boon when Ijekiel knows his actions will tear into the tapestry of success his father had so carefully woven.

He remembers being told that to love is to wish for someone’s success and happiness—to do all you could to ensure their dreams would come true.

Ijekiel thinks that to love is also to do all you can to stop someone from going past that line in the sand, the precarious precipice of no return.

Then again, he muses on the seventh night, sorting through all the information about guard rotations, patrol routes, floor plans and the like—it’s not even the most damning action of his right now. Ijekiel raises a hand to press lightly against his sternum, feeling the heavy weight of the key, the rough texture of the iron, even though it’s buried underneath all the layers of his clothing.

A haunting birdsong trickles in the open window, and Ijekiel stops to turn and gaze at the moonlight.

He thinks that, perhaps, also, to love is to be willfully ignorant.

-

Ever since her verdict had been so kindly handed down to her by her father, Athanasia’s days are now spent in the dungeon, rather than in the comfort of the library or her room. There are no books to read, so she spends time talking to her mother, practising the spells stitched into her memories. However, without Raven, they’re weaker, barely sparks yet still clearly noticeable. Strangely, no guard ever seems to be able to perceive any such practice; eyes glazed over every time. Nor are there shackles on her limbs, binding her down like an animal. She won’t question it, instead preparing for a hypothetical scenario in which she’s free.

(Mother had promised her.)

She’s sure that the guards all think she’s mad from shock. They look at her with disgusted pity and gossip about her as if she can’t hear at all. But their loose tongues help her hold onto the outside world.

Jennette is in a coma. For all their talk of family, she surmises that the most precious child of both the Countess and the Duke is power. Her father spends most of his time working. Athanasia supposes that there’s much to do when you’re executing a direct member of the royal family. Morbidly, she wonders if the Black Tower magicians would want her body for their research. Lily is that “crazy palace maid” who begs to be heard every day (no news on how her father reacted to it—but such a case is one where Athanasia sincerely prays that her father’s apathy will outweigh any annoyance, that Lily’s noble family will take her out of harm’s way before the worst can come to pass). 

Raven and Bluey are both missing (something’s coming). And Ijekiel… Last she heard, he’d been the picture-perfect fiancé, periodically visiting Jennette like clockwork every day.

At the same time, Athanasia gets a single stem of flowers each day. She wonders if Duke Alpheus knows about them.

Goldenrod, purple heliotrope, blue verbena, pink gladiolus, blue periwinkle, an iris suspiciously dusted with fur and downy feathers.

When will it be the hour of their flight?

“Wait and see, it’ll be like a fairytale,” her mother says, dancing all the while. “In the meantime, show me how you weave your magic again, Athy.”

-

It is cold within the dungeons. Athanasia will surely die tomorrow if nothing short of a miracle occurs. And yet, there is no worry in either her heart or her soul. Her mother had promised her, and to love, for Athanasia, was to devote and believe—to have utmost faith.

(She wonders what her father’s idea of love is—indulgence? A passive acceptance not too far from apathy? At least she knows that her mother’s love is undying, from beyond the grave. Lily’s love is steadfast and loyal, always trying to make the best of things. Ijekiel’s is inherent in every action, every move. Jennette’s is puppy-like, endearing.)

Athanasia hums as she finishes the final touches on her flowery bracelet, sliding it over her wrist with a sense of pride. The flowers are ill-suited to be bound this way, but such perversions of reality and logic are what magic is for. From behind, her mother gently combs out the knots in her hair with deft fingers, plaiting and pinning until all of Athanasia’s golden hair is safely pinned up.

“The midnight hour comes soon, Dear—Eumiellia’s always said that it’s the perfect hour for some…mischief.” Her mother says in a sing-song tone, drawing her up on her feet and guiding her to watch the way the light on the dungeon corridors starts to change and grow. In the depths of the Empire’s bowels, the echo of the nearing footsteps rings louder and louder in her mind.

Someone is coming.

“Is it time to go now?” Athanasia asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I already said it’s the perfect hour, Athy.” So they wait. It doesn’t take long for Athanasia to realise that alongside the light footsteps, another pair of feet pad forth as well. Excitement bubbles in her chest—she’s heard those footsteps before.

Athanasia sees Bluey first, the stitched bluebird squeezing between the bars to nuzzle into her awaiting hands, before leaping into flight once more.

Raven is next, her book grasped firmly in her mouth. Already, Athanasia can feel the electric rush of mana, from a steady trickle to rushing rapids. Were it not for the anti-teleportation wards, she probably could be free already. 

“I hope you don’t mind the lack of white horses, Your Highness.”

All of a sudden, she feels lightheaded, warm. “Ijekiel?” She breathes out, staring disbelievingly at his hooded figure, the glint of his golden eyes. He smiles back at her, taking out a key from underneath his collar. 

“The one and only, Athanasia.” Her door unlocks, and he reaches out to tug her forward into a tight hug, holding her so tightly and so closely that Athanasia can feel the skin of his neck, and smell the scent of his skin. “Did you like my message? I learnt it from the book about Obelia’s flower language we read together every February.”

“I didn’t expect—”

“That I’d be doing this in person? I don’t trust anyone else with your safety. After all, you’re my…friend.”

Athanasia finally hugs back, squeezing her arms around Ijekiel tightly. Her eyes squeeze shut with unshed tears. “I’m glad you’re my friend too. But what I meant was that I didn’t expect you to mean you were going to conduct a jailbreak.”

“Well, a nobleman should always have many skills.”

“Jennette is lucky to have you.” She feels Ijekiel tense momentarily in her arms, The break in conversation appears to drag on, long and uncomfortable, before she hears him let out a sigh.

“She’s lucky to have you as well,” he says in return, before seemingly tacking on as an afterthought, “as a sister.” At those words, he releases her from his grasp, pulling away, only to come close once more to wrap a dark cloak around her shoulders. His hands rest on her shoulders, and Athanasia isn’t sure if he realises how tightly he’s gripping her.

“We should get going now. The guards won’t stay out for long.”

“Are you coming with me?” They both know it’s a stupid question; both know what the answer will be; both know that she will never truly mean it. 

Ijekiel doesn’t reply, but his wistful gaze is enough. 

Athanasia smiles, and it is small, almost sad, as she makes a request of him, “Take care of her for me, and for her own sake, alright?” Gripping the front of the cloak, she looks off into the dark distance, the unknown of her impending freedom. “Politics was never her strong suit.”

“Of course, as Her Highness asks.” Ijekiel chokes out the words, and he lets go of her shoulders, turning away and towards the dungeon’s exit. “I’ll escort you to that place—as long as you can get out of here, you’ll be able to leave the palace, right?”

“Yes.”

And so out they go, past the numerous cells and past the unconscious guards, from the darkness, to the moonlight. The night air tastes of freedom; walking on the stone paths, past the patrolling guards, feels like a kind of liberation. Her magic wraps around them like a shield as they make their way to the place where they’d both realised they’d fallen in love with the sun. 

As they stand below the tree, Athanasia finds herself reluctant to truly say goodbye to him. 

So she doesn’t.

“Tell Lily I said goodbye, please?” The magic swirls around her feet, building, building to a crescendo, changing the colour of her hair, the colour of her eyes—held high in the air by a single thread of hesitation. 

Ijekiel cannot tear his eyes away from her. It’s only through sheer strength of will that he holds back from reaching out once more. “If it’s you, there’s no need to ask.” 

Athanasia smiles, bright and true, and she turns away. “I’m glad I met you, Ijekiel.” Her magic swallows her up, leaving not a trace, not even a spark.

It’s as if she were never there in the first place.

He speaks to the empty air, hand outstretched. “I’m glad I met you too, Athy.”

-

Athanasia jumps from inn to inn, hiding in plain sight, making sure to cycle through a number of features wherever she goes, obfuscating the Imperial guards’ search for her. Above all, she likes it best when her eyes are either pink or blue; when her hair is blonde or brown. Through it all, her heart crashes about in her chest, thrashing about in her ribcage even as she refuses to think about how she’s being hunted down like a criminal by her own father. Money (golden and shining and reliable in a way her father never truly was) is never tight due to her magic. Still, Athanasia is starved of genuine interaction with anyone but her mother. Yet it’s all too risky even to fathom making an acquaintance when she knows they’ll all bind her in chains if they ever know who she is.

Her mother helps as best as she can, whispering in her ear about the innkeeper was starting to become suspicious, or what rumours were being circulated here and there—helping her avoid areas where people are most keen to turn in the abominable villainess who’d harmed their beloved Princess (never her, never Athanasia, it was always, always Jennette who’d be so loved and accepted by all). Athanasia is oh-so careful, living as if she were dead, waiting, waiting, waiting as she always did.

Until she sees the body strung from a rope in the town square.

Horrifically injured, it is covered in a damaged maid’s dress, and matted brown hair covers its eyes. But Athanasia recognises the bend of those limp hands, the careful embroidery lining the apron and the skirt, the unseen tie so horribly torn and broken like her heart. Her breath feels uneven, all too loud for her ears in an environment that seems to press down on her. Mother’s ghostly arms pull at her as gently firm as can be, but Athanasia cannot bring herself to move. There is a scream stuck in her throat, and it claws with an animalistic ferocity to be let out. 

Faintly, she thinks that Ijekiel would’ve labelled this as the protagonist’s tipping point.

-

Lily is dead.

Mama confirms it too, with all the coldness and stiffness of flash-frozen water, the absence of spirit, her soul.

Not even days after she’s started running away, does she see the still corpse swaying in the air in front of her eyes. It’s already started the process of decay, the white pallor that marks her as gone having already overtaken her skin. Not to mention the unmistakable hole in her chest, the browning stains of blood on her always impeccably clean uniform, the doll-like stiffness of her body, and Lily cannot be dead because her Father hates her so but he is not a madman bereft of morals (as long as it does not involve her) he is a cold but stiff, still just ruler (as long as it does not involve her) because because because—

It had been fine as long as it was only her who bore the weight of such cruel apathy. 

Claude de Alger Obelia, emperor of Obelia, tyrant of Obelia has, had, killed Lily.

Her mama lays her hands upon her shoulders, ice-cold and sub-zero degrees burning Athanasia’s skin like a hot iron brand. Memories gleaned rush into her mind 

And he would pay.

He would pay for it. He had to pay for it. There were consequences to every action, everything you took from the world. Whether it was forcing the creation of your imagination into life, speeding up natural processes of growth, or ripping away a life unfinished. There was always, always, a price to pay. Equivalent exchange. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. A life for a life.

And Athanasia would become his debt dealer. His Thanatos, pounding, clawing at his door. 

She could fix this. Athanasia was a fool and a horribly, terribly blind idiot with a brain rotted with desire but she could fix this because if her Mama could come back to her so could Lily, and then she could apologise for being such a stupid stupid child. Everything would be back to normal. Back to the imperfect (no, they were perfect and unblemished) days of simply lazing around as a true family.

Lily wasn’t gone yet.

And Athanasia would make sure that she stayed, for good. Forever.

All she needs to do is prepare the stage, erase a few eyesores and tidy up this mess.

(The light of the torches cast long shadows as she took one step and another forward)

For that, her first order of business is to take back Lily’s body.

-

Early morning comes with the herald of the confusion of the masses.

(Poor, ignorant souls who have yet to realise what will be wrought upon their world)

The body of the example, the unremarkable maid of an unloved princess no longer hung from the noose. Only a snapped rope, roughly cut off from the rest of it, lay hanging from the wood.

Someone had taken the body, but who? Who would dare defy the order of the Sun of Obelia, Emperor Claude de Alger Obelia?

And within the shadows, a girl began crafting. Smoothing over blemishes, re-building foundations, and making once wrongs become rights. She fixes and repairs and improves because it is all for Lily’s sake. Lily must not come back in pain. She must come back to a body that knows no pain and will never know pain ever again.

But because it must be perfect (it must be, it had to be because she had to make up for it somehow and she knows it’s not enough but—), because she will accept no flaw, Athanasia needs practice. More practice than little animals and plants in various states of decay. Better practice than that. She needs people. 

(People who will surely, surely join her, who will always live up to her expectations. Because they will be reborn and reshaped to fit them.)

Athanasia always works hard for those she loves. Will always work hard for them and those she has yet to love. Because she is a starving child, and she will devour everything even if she’s full. So in return, she’ll do anything.

She gently thumbs the closed eyelids of a most remarkable maid, knowing that beyond them are dull blue eyes. It isn’t right for them to be such a colour. Her hand goes to her face to trace soft lines just below her jewel-blue eyes. That colour is a physical connection of “family”, an invisible thread tying them together. 

He didn’t deserve to have such a colour. Its beauty—wasted on him.

It’s a colour that Lily deserves so much more than him.

And Athanasia knows she can fix it. 

She has to.

#my writing #angst #fanfiction #au #wmmap #suddenly became a princess one day #who made me a princess #sbapod #athanasia de alger obelia #claude de alger obelia #wmmap au #ijekiel alpheus #jennette margarita #tw: death #athykiel #since technically they do have feelings for each other but they'll never get together #we're now officially at the next stage of athy's moral bankruptcy arc! #i have no idea what i'm going to add between this and the ending send help #please do tell me if i forgot any particular tags or trigger warnings #i like to be safe and serious when it comes to such matters

[haru-natsuka]

The fate (Anastacius x Female Reader x Claude)

Chapter 3 : The abandoned prince

Life was not that easy for the little prince as one person looked at him with hatred while the remaining were ignoring him like he never exist. Most of the time, he was left alone and no one care whether he was in pain or was starving as the person near him would be punished. Only a few souls remained by his side and one of them was a brother who he shared the same blood with...

Female reader will be named as Celestial

At first, Celestial could see how the crown prince was being pretty reluctant in letting her go with him. It was an affair that happens in the palace and no one should discover the secret that the imperial royal tried to hide especially if that person was an outsider. Celestial knew that much as that was one of the things she keep on telling herself to remember but something was bugging her to go and she follows her instinct to act on it.

"Promise me to never let anything that you about to see be known to others?"

"I put my life in regard of the promise" Anastacius seemed to convince by her words and he left no time to waste any longer. His steps were almost like a run now as he rushed to be by his younger brother's side and Celestial, although it was not as ladylike or graceful as how she was meant to be, she just follow him quietly now. She requested it in the first place and she would not request more than that.

As soon as both of the royals arrive in Claude's chamber, Anastacius immediately went to his brother's side with a worried look as his brother was even struggling to answer him like he usually would. He was having a very high fever that even in his whimper state, his breath was hot. The room smells nothing like herbal medicine there is not even a sight of an attendee or royal physician. Truthfully, Claude is an abandoned prince and he would be entirely if it was not for Anastacius' love for his brother.

Celestial tried to examine Claude's state as she advance closer towards his bed. Her eyes gazed at the second prince laying figure from head to toe and she kind of could conclude one thing about the prince's true reason behind his sickness. This was where the unstable aura she keep on feeling from her arrival comes from.

"Claude, what happen to you beforehand? Please tell your brother. Did mother do this?"

Anastacius wasted no more time than to interrogate his little brother. Indeed, he felt slightly guilty leaving Claude alone. If the reason was his mother again, his heart would be broken into million pieces as he was at a loss on what he should do. He did not have enough power to protect his little brother from anything because he was weak...

"I- I don't know- b-but it hurt so much brother" Even in his painful state, Claude would not immediately blame the empress, Anastacius's mother for her action. He knew his presence was a threat to Anastacius's throne but no matter how many times he convinced the empress that he has no desire for the throne, only another punishment came his way and he let the empress has her way. After all, he was the illegitimate child of the emperor.

"I'm here, Claude. I will not go anywhere. Just rest and get better. You can go through this" Anastacius took out his handkerchief and used his mana to make it wet and put it on top of Claude's forehead. Anastacius looks like he wanted to cry as he can barely help his brother. The remorseful feeling was eating him alive. His mana was not that strong to heal him yet.

Without wasting any time, Celestial held her palm just above the handkerchief on Claude's forehead. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on healing the prince. She focus on her power to her palm until her face let out some sweat before she felt her energy transferred out from her palm. After the event finished, the princess left struggling to keep her breathing steady as she suddenly felt there was a lump in her throat which made her rarely could breath properly.

"Princess, are you alright?!" When Anastacius crunched beside her and put his small hand on both sides of her head, she just realize that she was sitting on the floor. Her legs must gave out when she used her ability. It was not her first time using it if non-human living could be counted. Without replying to Anastacius's enquiry, the princess whimper out for a name as best as she could.

"E-Eth-han..."

"Princess?" Anastacius tried to make out the words that Celestial whispered at the end of her breath and yet he did not know what exactly she said or what he should do now. The princess looked like she was about to faint as her eyes were closing slightly. His head moved left and right in a panic to figure out a way. If he shouted for help, would someone hear him? Did the servant who called him from before already leave? His mother must threaten all of them that if they even went near his brother's room, they would be punished severely.

Out of nowhere, a teenage boy appeared in the room which caught the prince off guard. He immediately wrapped his arms protectively around the princess and tried to act brave although his hand is shaking in fright while his heart was beating furiously. The intruder who was from head to toe wearing black cloth stepped closer to them and Anastacius tighten his grip on her as his tall figure loomed over them.

"WH-WHAT DO YOU WANT!"

"Calm down my prince. I just need to take care of my princess. Your hands need to release her" The mysterious boy easily unwrapped Anastacius's hands from Celestial like the kid's strength was nothing compared to his.

"Where are you taking her? Give her back!"

"I'm her bodyguard. You no need to worry prince"

The boy picked up Celestial and proceed to bring her outside from the room. He wanted to run after that boy but his short feet remained glued to the floor. He could not leave his brother alone at this moment and he also notice the embed in the boy's cloth early has the symbol of Selene Kingdom. Claude look stable now as he finally could sleep peacefully without feeling any pain but the unsettled feeling remain as his mind was focused on the princess's condition early.

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#romance #anastacius de alger obelia #anastacius x reader #claude de alger obelia #claude x reader #wmmap #wmmap anastacius #wmmap fanfic #manhwa #manhwa x reader

[lyomeii]

i love you so much and deeply

warnings: yandere themes, f! reader, mentioned death, Stockholm syndrome, manipulation and much more.

request by anon! Hello! I'd like to request for seperate headcannons where the [Wife] reader calls Claude de Alger Obelia, Anastacius de Alger Obelia, and Regis Adri Floyen out of the blue to tell them they love the boys in tears. The boys are very worried and maybe jumping to conclusions, but the [Wife] reader was just missing them and wanted to let them know. Thanks~

a/n: I see, you have a certain type of men in your heart anon :) me too, buddy. Sorry for taking so long to post it, hope you enjoy it!

CLAUDE DE ALGER OBELIA

-> frozen. he didn’t move a muscle when you hugged him from nowhere. you aren’t the type of person to hug someone, especially him. are you finally succumb to his touch? yes, you are.

-> now, he holds your hands whatever is possible. it’s make you feel safer, you told him. claude can’t hide the smile on his face, knowing that you have realized that you love him and that he won’t never let you down.

ANASTACIUS DE ALGER OBELIA

-> after a few weeks locked, you began to crave his touch and as expected, you become quite touch with him. instead of yelling and crying, you start hugging and kissing anastasius daily.

-> he knows that you finally understand how important he is to your life. knowing that he is the only person who is capable of giving such affection after such a long time of being by yourself inside that room. anastasius knows that you won’t try to escape again, especially if now that you have craving his touch and kisses.

REGIS ADRI FLOYEN

-> he thought of the many possibilities of what might have happened to you cry in his arms, did someone hurt you? threat you? regis is ready to kill anyone in your name.

-> but turned out you just missed him? well, regis have been recently busy with works in the past few weeks, leaving you alone and since jubelian is traveling with max to somewhere else, you are all by yourself in the dukedom.

-> regis admit that he have been neglecting you in recent times, so he decides to take a few days off from work in order to spend more times with you. the smile you gave him when he told that was more than enough to bright his day.

@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost

#yandere headcanon #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male #manhwa x reader #yandere manhwa #yandere regis floyen #yandere regis floyen x reader #yandere claude de alger obelia #yandere anastasius #yandere anastasius de Alger obelia #who made me a princess x reader #yandere father i don’t want to get married #father i dont want to get married #female reader #yandere x female reader

[roseadleyn]

GWIEUEJEN3 JEANETTE WITH A BAKER!S/O,, IT'D BE SUCH A CUTE DYNAMIC

THEY'D BE THE CUTEST OMG OMG

solei i'm on my hands and knees begging ur forgiveness for ur ideas being late, i'm so so sorry 😭

gn reader because solei requested this!!

this takes place after jennette and anastacius start living together

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𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐝 | 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚.

tw: jennette has some insecurities, and one my ocs makes an appearance in this but they're not named, but apart from that, none ! pure fluff <3

can you guess the oc? <3

there are three stages of life, you've been told.

of course, being a child is the first, when you could complain to your parents, and run around in the mud, and scrape your knees. the next stage is being an adolescent, where everything is spinning, new things are appearing, and confusion and exhilaration are the main themes of this stage. then.. being an adult. your entire life swept up in the chaos of taxes and bills and grocery shopping, and not being able to cry about it if something goes wrong.

well, you had decided to go down a different route. you gave up your education just a few years after starting it to follow your painfully childish dream of opening your own bakery. with a close friend's support and promise to help you at your shop, your great grandparents' (i say grandparents since both loved baking) book of ancient recipes, and your own determination, you do eventually succeed.

and things do go good! people are attracted to your shop because of your friend's sweet, kind nature and your delicious baking and the generosity with which you hand it out. it's not long before your little shop is bustling with business on a daily basis.

your eyes soften as you take it in. clean floors, decorated walls, fluffy carpets and pretty tablecloths. people laughing and talking, mothers feeding small bites of cake to their small kids, and friends giggling and sharing cupcakes. before you can bask in the pride of your shop, the door opens and a young girl walks in.

the first thing you notice about her is that she's absolutely gorgeous. straight light brown hair and jewel green eyes, a kind, open face, small, cute earrings hanging from her ears, dressed in a pale blue and white ensemble. she looks around shyly before stepping up to your counter with a deep breath.

'hello, good afternoon.' she says. her voice is soft. 'my name is jennette. i'd like to place an order, if you please.'

'of course!' your friend returns cheerfully. 'what would you like, miss?'

jennette visibly relaxes at the friendly tone and smiles a little as she replies, 'it's for my cousin's birthday. she likes sweet things so something like chocolate cake would be nice.'

you set to work, mixing some ingredients and looking through your cabinets for the other ones. flour, baking powder.. you lose yourself in this familiar process that you've done a million times, yet also listen to jennette as she discusses the details of the cake with your friend.

'so, do you have anything particular in mind about the size?' your friend asks, her crystalline sea green eyes narrowed in concentration.

jennette ponders this for a moment, and then looks up, 'uhm. please have it slightly on the larger side, but not too big.'

'sure thing.' she closes her notepad. 'we'll have it ready for you by tomorrow, is that alright?'

'perfectly so!' jennette beams at her. 'well, i've got to run. thank you!'

you can feel a smile grow on your face listening to her bright tone.

—

'hello, miss! good morning.' jennette greets. 'i'm here for athanasia's cake, if you please!'

your eyes widen as you turn around from checking on the frosting; wiping your hands on your apron, you ask, 'athanasia? crown princess athanasia?'

jennette seems to realize what she just said and looks bashful. 'uhm, yes.'

'she's your cousin?' another employee, who's filling in the place of your friend (your friend is sick, unfortunately) joins the conversation. 'no wonder you have the jeweled eyes. how'd you end up here?'

jennette flushes pink and stares at the ground. you get the feeling that she isn't comfortable discussing this matter.

'drop it, idiot.' you mutter to him, nudging him in the side, and he gives you a half-hearted glare and vanishes into the kitchen.

jennette gives you a shy, thankful smile and you feel your heart pitter patter in your chest. grinning at her, you say, 'your cake is ready to go, i just need to package it, okay? and one more small thing. which color box would you prefer, miss?'

she thinks for a moment, and then says, 'golden, a lighter shade of golden, like sunlight. oh, i'm being too specific and picky, aren't i? sorry —'

you laugh gently, 'no, you're fine. we have boxes like that. let me get it for you.'

you step into the kitchen to get the cake. it's a chocolate cake, three layered, each layer bursting with chocolate chips, and you've surrounded it with small, vanilla flavored rectangles that say 'happy birthday!' all around. you carefully place it into a square box, the color of sunshine, and wrap it with a silk white ribbon.

'here you go!' you cheerfully hand her the box. 'i hope it's to your liking.'

jennette lets out a soft sigh of delight. 'oh, it's wonderful! thank you so much! uhm, about the payment —'

'yes, about that...your father, or so the man said, paid yesterday.'

jennette brightens immediately. 'father did? i didn't expect that, he's been calling athanasia's birthday party a nuisance for weeks now —'

you look at her with questioning eyes. why would athanasia's uncle call her birthday party a nuisance?

again jennette seems to realize how much she's let slip, going bright pink before fiddling with ribbon. then, as though steeling herself, she asks, 'do you like the princess?'

you blink and then nod excitedly, 'yes! she's so inspiring, i really do. she's also so pretty!'

jennette's smile seems to falter. 'ah, i.. i don't blame you. she is amazing!' then, pretending to look outside, 'goodness, i'm late. thank you! see you soon.'

and before you can ask her what's happening, she's gone.

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jennette walks up the hill to her house feeling as though there's a shard of ice in her chest. did this mean you liked athanasia? did you like athanasia more than her? athanasia was lovely, of course.. were you just acting friendly to her for sake of business or what?

you're overreacting, she sternly tells herself. get yourself together, today is athy's birthday.

as soon as she walks through the doors, she's tackled with a full body hug from athanasia. 'jetty! how are you? it's been so long.. oh, is this for me? you didn't have to!'

jennette sucks in a deep breath and hugs her cousin back. 'oh, a friend downtown made this.'

athanasia pulls back, surprised. 'really?'

jennette laughs. 'mhm, my friend owns a bakery.'

the party drags well into the night, and by the end of the day jennette is feeling cheerful and happy. she escapes from the crowded house to the balcony outside. reveling in the night air on her skin, she looks towards your bakery from her balcony in the sandstone villa on the hill.

were you thinking of her?

—

you cannot get jennette out of your head.

you toss and turn all night.

—

months pass and you have the fattest crush on jennette. your friend has gotten extremely tired of hearing your lovesick ranting about everything, from her eyes to the hat she wore yesterday.

'oh my god. will you shut up?'

'why?'

'just confess, idiot!'

'no!'

you mix the cake batter with renewed vigor, but you can't help but dwell on her words. what if you did confess? your friend shakes her head as though she thinks you're a lost cause.

jennette should come with a warning label, you think, idly. something like, BEWARE! you will fall in love with her doe eyes and stupid smile! you will suffer from heartache!

that day, after closing up, you're on your way to meet jennette in a little clearing some minutes away from your bakery. as you head outside, your friend calls out, 'it looks like it might rain, [name]!'

'i'll be okay! see you.'

you stroll up the hill, adoring the peace at this time of day. the clearing is always draped in green vines, sunlight filtering through them; you smile just thinking about the place.

and you spot her standing with some people up ahead. they're.. they're talking about you.

'no, seriously? you like them? romantically? you like them?'

the person's voice was filled with contempt and derision. 'you fell for that nutty, messy baker?'

it's a sensation of falling through the ground when you hear jennette laugh.

you turn and run as raindrops start pouring.

—

jennette gives a nervous laugh, even though she's extremely irritated by this person insulting you. 'don't say that.. they're really nice, they're so sweet, i really do like them —'

she gives a gasp as she sees your fleeing figure. giving a stony glare to the person, she sprints after you, being completely soaked to the skin in her rush to find you.

you're in the little clearing. how, why, are you so beautiful?

jennette sits down by your form. waits.

'jennette.' your voice is trembling. 'you've hurt me.'

'i know.'

silence.

'i'm sorry.' she pleads.

'are you?'

'i wasn't laughing at you! i was laughing slightly since i was nervous! why would i laugh at you?'

'you wouldn't be the first to.' you mutter, wrapping your arms around your knees.

jennette decides that desperate times call for desperate measures.

she throws herself into your arms, her lips meeting yours. and it's like the world melts away, her kiss is clumsy and sweet and innocent, and you hug her closer like she'll vanish once you let go.

'i love you.' jennette says, pulling back, bright red. 'i really do.'

you breathe in the rainy air and jennette's flowery comfort and sigh softly. 'i know. i love you too.'

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#꒰ ☽︎ ꒱ — stars. #I HATE THIS. DIE #ew my worst piece of writing yet #yes i criticize my own writing it's a thing i do #no seriously this is late AND cringy #ah well #who made me a princess #wmmap #wmmap x reader #wmmap jennette x reader #wmmap jennette #who made me a princess jennette #suddenly became a princess one day #i've got to sleep early since tomorrow's an important day so i haven't proofread this that well yet #sorry i did editing and proofreading really messily #goodnight <3

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hey hey! first of all I want to say I love your writing and thank you for your hard work!! <3 I'd like to ask if you could do Claude (wmmap) x sorcerer!reader? it can be either m!r or gn!r. The reader having a more flirty/playful personality but looking distant/almost sad whenever no one was looking;;; How would he be like with a person like that and how he'd fall in love with the reader? it can be headcanons or an imagine! you decide! once again thank you and have a good day/night!!! ^__^

| | Claude falling for a flirty sorcerer who gets distant and sad when alone | |

Character(s): Claude de Alger obelia

TW: Allusions to trauma and threats

Notes: Male MC || Male reader?! I never get to write for a male reader!! :DD

Claude starts off finding you to be one of the most frustrating people he's ever interacted with particularly because you're flirtatious nature reminds him of Anastacius and it bothers him to no end

He's used to women being flirtatious because he's emperor and it's in theory within their best interests to try and get as close to him as possible, but men being flirtatious irks him all too much more because you would think that you'd have a more important role to fill rather than going around and ‘seducing people' as he would put it

However, he does something akin to forcing himself to put up with you because, as a sorcerer, your magical prowess, even if you don't have as much mana as him, far surpasses his as it being your life's work and it's not advisable for the emperor to be on bad terms with someone with significant magical knowledge

He does, however, make it plainly clear to you that he does not want you within 20 feet of him. Preferably more though you simply don't listen to him when he tells you to step back and decide to get further into his space until he's forced to threaten you

Unfortunately he's serious about his threats and the only thing stopping him a large amount of the time is Felix's intervention

He only gets further annoyed by your presence when you start staying in the palace for some diplomatic reason or another to keep up relations between the empire and magic tower (he doesn't see the point with Lucas already staying but he knows that he can't convince you otherwise)

When day time work melds into the night, he'll find himself going to your chambers and entering (naturally, without knocking)

When he finds you sitting by the window, too caught up in your thoughts with an expression that he recognises on himself to hear him, he just leaves

It never really leave his mind but he avoids trying to find you when he knows that you would be alone. It feels too familiar to him and he doesn't like it. He's seen many that he would consider competent men fall to their thoughts and he doesn't like the idea of you 'lying' to him and hiding other feelings

Your incessant attempts to bother him for not meeting you so often only push him further down that road. What he doesn't realise is that this need to find out why you would dare lie to him becomes a need to make you honest to him in every way possible

He wants to know why you look so melancholy, yes, but with it comes him wanting to know why you're so flirty, why you're so playful, how he can make your facade of a smirk into an actual smile. Though of course he certainly isn't going to make that process easy for you

He still needs to get back at you for any times that you had successfully flustered him. They're far and few, yes, but he's certainly going to make them out to be much bigger than they are

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