#marianne x reader

[fiction-box]

Hello! Here is an idea if you are up for it. Separate fics for Felix & Reader and Marianne & Reader, please.

Near the end of an arduous battle, one goes missing. The other one defies a direct order to stay with the group - instead returns to the battlefield alone under certain danger, to find and retrieve their missing comrade. I will leave it up to you what the results and circumstances are.

Thank you in advance!

Hello there, my lovely! Because you specifically stated the results/circumstances were at my discretion, I did have a bit of fun and make things difficult for the characters. These types of scenarios are not typical ones that I write often, so completing them also helps to complete my understanding of a character. The more I learn about how they would react, the more I grow.

I enjoy all types of writing and scenarios though, so please don't hesitate to ask for something else if inspiration strikes. Thank you for sharing with me!

These are Gender Neutral as you later specified.

The story will be continued under the cut. Requests are open!

“Are you crazy? There are mages back there!”

Those were the last words you uttered to your friends before rushing back onto the underground battlefield. The Blue Lions were being overwhelmed by TWSITD, pushed back far enough until Professor Byleth had deemed it optimal to retreat.

But upon your headcount just outside the facility, Felix was not among the ranks of your army.

So off you went, despite Dimitri’s direct orders for you to hang back. It felt as though you were the only one that actually cared - the only one to come to your friend’s rescue after all he had done for the Kingdom’s cause.

Off you went, running down the winding corridors, past corpses both friend and foe, all the way into the furthest room the Blue Lions had reached before being pushed back.

…yet there were no enemies standing in your way.

It was as though the seemingly limitless forces you found yourself struggling to defeat earlier had vanished into thin air. No, you knew damn well this organization was not one to be analyzed under normal circumstances. Where they met a dead end, they would blow a hole into the mountain blocking their path.

They could be admired for that; their cunning and their determination.

Unlike your friends, who seemed determined to choose inaction when a vital member of their team went awol.

Passing through a steel gate, you entered the memtallic room in the back to find a bubble of dark energy floating at its center. The structure teemed with life despite its unnatural appearance.

You approached, only to realize Felix had been trapped inside. He was floating too, but he was also…unconscious?

‘“Felix?” you called quietly, “Felix, please - can you hear me? You need to break out of there!”

What were you meant to do? To mess with a power you didn’t understand sounded like a bad idea on its own.

Not as though I have avoided such a trial by coming here to fight in the first place. Besides, I came back for Felix. I can’t return without him.

An idea sprung to mind. This bubble was made of dark magic, so you would attempt to combat it with light.

The faint glow of Nosferatu shone upon your hands as you approached the orb, “Felix, I’m going to try to get you out of there. I don’t know why they left you here all alone,” you allowed your hands to touch it, “but -”

Instantly, the bubble dissipated, the energy flowing down and underneath the Mortal Savant to set him upon the ground safely.

There was no time to celebrate or pull him toward the door. Instead, the tendril of energy swirled from beneath him into the area surrounding you. Covered before you could blink, you found yourself in a personal ecosystem with zero gravity and air taking the form of black smoke.

“Help!” you cried uselessly, a response of confusion more than a call to action.

You should have known an army unseen was at its most deadly.

The smoke suffocated you, taking away your strength though your mind felt unaffected. Thanks to the weightlessness, you were unable to even touch the energy trapping you, let alone free yourself despite your best attempt.

Your eyelids lowered, your body weakened, and your outstretched arm returned to your side before you lost all feeling to your body.

How strange it was; you could think and hear, take in the temperature surrounding you and the smoke flowing over you, but other than that, there was only emptiness.

~~~

First, he felt a tingling sensation on his whole body; the same kind he would feel when he gripped his sword too tight as a child, only all-encompassing rather than just within his hand.

Since he couldn’t reliably move his body, the only action Felix trusted himself with was opening his eyes.

He was lying on the floor. You, true to what his ears told him, had taken his place in the enchanted prison.

The numbness would fade from his body soon enough. No one else was here, from what he could hear and see anyway. The swordsman would be on his feet in a moment, so why were no mages interfering?

He could escape as soon as -

Shit.

Felix wouldn’t be escaping; he’d be abandoning the only person that came for him.

What was he meant to do? The man possessed no power to help you, no magic to set you free. If he left to go find help, there was no guarantee you’d be here upon his return.

And as though on cue, the Blue Lions rushed in through the gate moments later.

The timing felt too perfect, but he would hold off on foreshadowing curses until they revealed their true form.

“Felix, what - “ Ashe choked on his words, “...um…why are you lying on the floor.”

…can’t speak yet without the risk of biting my tongue off…

“Is he dead?” Annette worried.

“No. He breathes.”

Dedue and Mercedes filed into the room last, the healer rushing to her fallen comrade’s side.

“Oh dear, his whole body is undergoing a severe case of parasthesia.”

Just shut up and fix me before someone else injures themself.

“This won’t hurt a bit, I’ll just be a moment,” the blonde promised before setting herself to work. Graciously, she began with his head, so he could speak while she did her job.

“Thank you,” he began before emboldening his voice, “If anyone touches that thing, they’ll be encapsulated by it too. White magic seems to have some effect on it, but I haven’t gotten to learn much from inside before I befell this state.”

Annette nodded, turning toward the bubble, “Are they okay?”

“Yes. They can’t move, speak, or feel much of anything, but I promise they can hear you.”

“Got it! Hey, I’m going to try casting a spell to counteract the magic, okay?” he watched Annette call out to you before she took a few steps back. “Don’t be startled when it hits!”

Sure enough, ranged faith magic was enough to do the job. Mercedes had Felix back on his feet, and you were lying on the floor in the same position he “awakened” in.

“Good, now let’s get out of here,” Felix nodded.

Sylvain came in from outside the gate, hurriedly scanning the room, “Hey, has anyone seen the professor?”

“What do you mean has anyone seen the professor?” he snapped, “Don’t you all keep track of each other? No, actually, you don’t - a lesson I know all about after being left behind in a sphere of dark matter for ages!”

“Felix, I’m sorry,” Ingrid frowned, “we were overwhelmed, and we couldn’t see where anyone had gone. Now, we can see, and everyone is here except Professor Byleth.”

“She was right next to me when we came in…” Dimitri pondered.

But there was no more time to dwell on the matter. Some of the smoke that resembled what had been present in his bubble began to spread itself along the ground of the room.

“Get them off the floor,” the king gestured to Dedue. “Everyone, we need to evacuate, lest these villains incapacitate us all.”

“But what about Professor Byleth?” Ashe fretted.

Felix grabbed his arm before swinging him toward the door, “No time! We need to get out of here or else we’ll all meet the same fate. Nobody can help her if we die here.”

So it was that the Blue Lions retreated to Fhirdiad without their beloved mentor. You were brought back to good health, and life went on. It had to.

Though you never found the professor nor the underground hideout again, there were seldom any more troubles with TWSITD in both your and Felix’s lifetimes.

No, rather, you had doomed your bloodlines. It was not your children, but your grandchildren who would pay, fighting legions of warriors with crests that seemed to keep them from death.

But really, how could any of you have known?

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

Marianne had a very important job.

She established herself quickly as the best healer of the Golden Deer. In any case, she was certainly the most devoted cleric.

Once someone had been brought in to see her, they would be back on the front lines in moments. It could all be attributed to her years of experience, and her extreme focus.

Focus that broke at the frantic cries coming from outside.

Concerned, Marianne rushed out of the tent only to see Alliance troops retreating from the Great Bridge of Myrrdin.

Lorenz and Leonie breezed past before Ignatz caught sight of her.

“Marianne!” he grabbed her wrist to lead her, “We need to go - we aren’t strong enough to hold the bridge!”

“Wait, but, I haven’t seen -”

“There’s no time! Come on!”

But she couldn’t leave. Not yet. Not until she knew you would be joining everyone else.

“I’m sorry, Ignatz!”

Without giving him any time to process what she had just said, Marianne ripped her arm away and tore down the hill toward the bridge. It was as difficult as swimming against the current; soldiers fleeing in the direction she was headed barely dodged her as she forced her way through.

Holding up her skirt, she was out of breath by the time she actually made it onto the bridge. A group of enemy swordsmen had seen her coming though, and thus a small force prepared to take her down upon her arrival.

A small force would not be enough to hold her back.

 Magic was a ranged weapon, and something these men could not hope to compete with as she threw blasts of light into the path she intended to take.

There you were, gravely wounded on the ground with an enemy general looming above you.

Did she want to kill you? You were bleeding out, but she never moved to finish the job. Were you to be taken prisoner then?

No, the blue-haired healer could not allow that to happen.

In her breathless state, she had attracted the attention of this enemy general. Perhaps it was for the best.

“Who the hell are you? Shouldn’t you be helping the others?”

Only after she gave Marianne a once over did the General finally seem to understand.

“Oh, I see. Your colors…you don’t belong here, do you?” the intimidating warrior approached, “So what, you’re another prisoner coming to plead for your life?”

The Golden Deer’s medic swallowed, unsure of what exactly to say.

She loosely gestured her axe back at you, “Not a bad idea. This one refused, and we’re pretty sure they know something we would really like them to share with us,” she chuckled. “Here’s an idea, maybe you could -”

“I won’t. I’m not going to do anything you say. Now get away from them.”

“In case you haven’t noticed,” her axe straightened, pointing directly at Marianne’s throat, “you don’t have any power here. I am in control, and what I say goes.”

As if on cue, the groups of soldiers, knights, and other assorted warriors began to press forward on you, the general, and Marianne.

No! I didn’t come this far just to be captured!

In one last, desperate attempt to save you, Marianne allowed her magic to run through her veins once again. Only this time, she would need to take everyone down.

And with a loud cry, she did the best she could.

Casting Fimbulvetr, a wall of ice arose in front of the enemy fighters. The frozen sculpture twisted and turned about the bridge, piercing the necks or eyes of all it came across and causing more death than the woman ever would have dreamed of. Trapped motionless within the ice was none other than the general herself.

Whomever Marianne failed to reach had either frozen in shock or taken to attending to their comrades; the two of you had been blocked off by the ice barrier.

At your weak groans, she brought herself to her knees at your side.

“Please,” she worried, “promise me you’ll be alright.”

The beginnings of healing magic stretched through her wrists and into your body. She needed to move fast; who knew how much blood you had already lost.

“Marianne…you’re weak…” you coughed.

“No, no! Not as much as you’ve grown to be…”

She trailed off once you began shaking your head, “...this was reckless…you should have left me…now you’re tired and…and we’re both at risk…”

“Enough,” she breathed, stubbornly pouring more of her energy into you. Already, your color had returned, but out of her desperation, she was beginning to lose the color in her own face, “I’m done with people telling me what to do. I could never run while you were trapped here. The fact that no one was doing anything, I -”

“Marianne!”

How poetic. To die of an arrow through the heart. Had she not cared so much for you, she would never have met this fate.

~~~

You launched up, looking to the walls along the bridge for a hidden sniper.

Nothing.

At least her death was quick.

Gathering Marianne in your arms one last time, you softly pressed your lips against her forehead before reluctantly leaving her body behind.

You were so, so tired. She had healed you and restored some of your strength, but it wouldn’t be enough to set you right forever. You needed to find Lysithea.

“I’m sorry, Marianne,” you whispered.

Finally, you returned the way you saw Marianne come, walking to safety upon the path she cleared for you.

#fire emblem #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fiction #fe x reader #fe3h x reader #fire emblem x reader #x reader #fe16 #felix hugo fraldarius #felix fire emblem #fe felix #felix x reader #fe3h felix #marianne #marianne x reader #fe3h marianne #fe marianne #angst

[frickingnerd]

first kiss with marianne

pairing: marianne von edmund x gn!reader

tags: fluff, established relationship

you had been dating marianne for a little while now, but never got further than holding hands with her

you knew she was nervous about dating someone, so you didn't want to overwhelm her

but you realized that there probably would never be the perfect moment to kiss her, that you had been waiting for all this time

you were always surrounded by people in the monastery and you knew marianne would be too flustered to kiss you if there was a chance of being caught

so, you decided to stop waiting for the perfect moment to be alone with her and instead create it yourself! 

on friday night after class, you invited marianne to your room to hang out together

she refused at first, too flustered to be alone with you, in your dorm room nonetheless, but after some convincing she gave in and went along with you

as you reached your room, you asked her to close her eyes for a moment, which only made her more nervous, but she agreed

for a few moments she stood in your room, hands in front of her eyes, just listening to you running around the room

once you finally told her to open her eyes again, marianne finally saw what you had been doing the last few minutes

you had closed the curtains and there were candles spread all over the room, lighting up the darkness

you carefully approached her, a smile resting on your lips

"i hope you don't mind all of this… i wanted to make things a bit magical for– well, for our first kiss!" 

marianne's cheeks turned red as you mentioned the kiss, but you quickly eased her worries

"don't worry! if you're not ready, then i won't force it now. i can always just set up the candles another time and we can instead study together, but–" 

marianne quickly interrupted you

"n-no, i– i don't want to make you wait any longer… i want this too… really…!" 

you smiled softly and took a step closer, resting both of your hands on mariannes waist

"alright then… i'm going to kiss you now… don't panic" 

you slowly closed the distance between your lips, giving marianne the choice to stop whenever she got uncomfortable

but to your surprise, she leaned in as well, until your lips finally met…

#marianne von edmund x reader #marianne x reader #fire emblem three hopes #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses x reader #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem marianne x reader #fe marianne x reader #fe marianne #fire emblem marianne #x reader #fluff #headcanons #dating #kissing #hcs #marianne von edmund #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #fe3h x reader #fe3h #angst #oneshot #drabble #fire emblem three houses

[glazesunflower]

"You’re the only thing that matters”

Character: Marianne x GN!Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of war and wounds. Nothing too explicit.

Notes: This is my first time writing on this blog for fe3h and I was overjoyed that it was for Marianne! She's the light of my life and she deserves good things only. I may have gone a bit overboard with this, so bear with me <3 And enjoy !!

The warm air caressing your skin is the first thing you notice when you wake up. It’s a pleasant sensation, you vaguely remember the dreadful cold temperatures of Fhirdiad and you’re almost glad for a moment to be approaching Enbarr by now.

Why are you approaching Enbarr, the Adrestian capital?

Ah, you remember through your foggy mind, we’re at war.

And that’s when your full senses come back to you. And with them, the burning of countless wounds in your body, your limbs aching when you try to move to no avail. There’s a hand on your chest, prompting you to lay down on the mattress again.

You open your eyes and you’re greeted with a beautiful sight.

The woman before you is sitting on a chair by your bed, long waves of blue hair cascading down her shoulders with grace. Her skin is light and delicate, the sun drawing patterns over her as she adjusts her position to look at you. Her brown eyes seem tired when they find yours, but there’s a gentlessness behind them you’ve learned to recognize. You smile.

“Marianne,” you say. You barely recognize your own voice.

“You’re awake,” the words tremble on her lips, she’s looking at you through glassy eyes. “I didn’t know - I did my best to heal your wounds, but there were so many, and I didn’t know if you… If I would ever…”

“Marianne, it’s okay. You healed me.” You draw a gentle smile, and Marianne sniffles. You reach out, your limbs aching as you place your hand over hers, colder. “I’m awake, and I’m here. All because of you. Thank you.”

Marianne shakes her head, locks of blue hair falling over her face, darkening her expression.

“Don’t look at me like that, please.” Her brown eyes look down, at the base of your bed. If you didn’t know her better, you’d say she’s blushing. “All I merely did was heal your wounds, but you fought bravely out there. If anyone is deserving of praisings, that would most certainly be you.”

Modest as ever, you think as you manage to sit up on the bed, your wounds protesting to your movements.

“How’s everyone else?” You recall the battle, flashes of red and silver passing through your eyes, friends and foes falling to the ground alike, the taste of metal and dust sitting on your tongue.

“They’re - Well, they’re alive. Most of them have injuries, Ignazt, Leonie and Lysithea managed out better than most.” Marianne says, her delicate fingers playing with the hem of her dress. “It was Hilda and you who were in worse condition, actually. Hilda woke up not too long ago.”

“That’s great news, isn’t it?” You draw a hopeful smile. “We’re still together in one piece.”

Marianne nods her head timidly when she says, “I suppose.”

The bangs under her brown eyes tell you how much suffering she must’ve gone through the last couple of days, taking care of everyone in her own personal battlefield, even after the fight was over.

You reach out to her again, brushing her bangs off her forehead, placing some locks of blue hair behind her ear. Marianne flushes at the contact, her big eyes looking everywhere but at you.

“There’s something still worrying you, right?” Marianne shaked her head slowly, but you know her better than that. “You can tell me anything. You know that.”

“I do, it’s… Um, it’s silly.”

Marianne closes her eyes briefly, letting the warmth of your open palm rest against her cheek, soothing her raging heart. It’s never come easy for her to open up, not in the slightest, and you know of her struggle better than anyone.

“Please,” all you want to do is soothe and heal, light up the darkest places in her chest and call them home, forge a connection so strong it can’t be swayed by words alone.

You brush your thumb over her cheekbone, soft and gentle in your demeanor, and Marianne gives in to your touch.

“Seeing all of you wounded and… And worn out after every fight, I cannot help but wonder if… Maybe I’m just not doing enough?” She says, her voice betraying her tempered heart and trembling in each word. “I know I’m not of much use… All I’m good at is healing, and the aftermath of each battle is devastating, so I wonder… If I went out there, in the front lines… Maybe I would be of better use to anyone?”

You picture her, with her delicate hands and her timid smile, and the flashes of red and silver cross your mind again, the taste of iron and dust, and for a second, you’re terrified.

“No. No, you can’t do that. Your job is to heal the wounded, and you do it marvelously well. We can be reckless and brave out there because we know you’ll be here when the fight is over. We trust you, more than anyone else.” You say, your hand is gentle on the side of her face but your eyes are burning. You can’t possibly let her go to the front of the battlefield. “Out there, you’ll only hurt yourself. So, please--”

“Maybe that’s fine.” Marianne says, her brown eyes growing glassy under your stare, her fingers trembling around your wrist. “If I manage to buy some time for you, then I… That would be a sacrifice I’d be willing to make.”

“Marianne.” You feel your heart beating behind your ears, in the tips of your fingers, in every fiber of your aching body. “I can’t let you do that.”

“Why…” Marianne tries to lean away from your touch, a single tear making its way down her cheek. “It’s not as if my life mattered all that much. If I could…”

“You’re wrong.” You find her face again, forcing her to look at you. Her brown eyes are big and hazy, anxious on yours, and all you want to do is kiss the bags under her eyes and promise her it’ll be okay. “Marianne, you’re the only thing that matters. Don’t you see? If it takes fighting a war for you to be safe, then I’d fight the Adrestian Empire all by myself if I had to.”

Marianne swallows, the intensity of your stare proving to be too much for her trembling heart.

“I don’t think I understand…”

“Marianne, I…” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, feeling the butterflies tickling the vault of your chest, and you decide that now, in the midst of war, is as good a place as any to confess your affections for the gentlest soul you’ve ever met. “I love you. With every fiber of my being. And I will do anything in my power to keep you from any harm. So please, keep doing what you do best, because I wouldn’t trust anyone else to heal my body… and my heart.”

“You… You love me?” Marianne’s eyes grow big, perplexed on yours. Her cheeks bloom with pretty pink colors under your thumbs, and all you want to do is kiss her skin and make flowers bloom in her chest. Marianne’s voice comes out shaky, unsure, but oh, so full of affection for you. “I couldn’t have possibly dreamed you felt the same… I’m not sure what to say, but… If you’re fine with someone like me, then… I would be more than happy to spend my life with you, however form it should take.”

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[randoimago]

Good Evening! (Or good morning or afternoon depending on when you read this) could I please request edelgard, bernadetta, Dorothea and Marianne from three houses with an s/o who has the same sunlight curse/condition that constance has?

S/O Having Same Sun Condition as Constance

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Characters: Bernadetta, Dorothea, Edelgard, Marianne

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: Oh Constance, she's definitely a rememberable character I'll give her that >.<

Bernadetta

Bernadetta is beyond scared when you do a complete one-eighty with your mood when you're outside.

Bernie doesn't like being outside either but your reaction takes her completely by surprise and she's absolutely worried about what happened.

Would want to keep you inside because of it. She just doesn't like seeing you so down on yourself and it gets so bad when you're in the sun that Bernie would prefer if you did stay indoors. 

If you ever need anything then she'll gladly get it for you (after the timeskip) or go with you at night to grab whatever is needed.

Dorothea

Dorothea is taken for a loop with how you act when you're out in the sun. She'll do her best to listen to your explanation but this just amazes her.

Would tell you that she has the perfect thing for you to help. She ends up bringing you a rather pretty umbrella that she's had since her opera days. Just to see if that helps you a bit.

Is a bit sad that she can't go on too many outdoor dates with you because of it really affecting you. 

But it also has her searching for nice shaded areas for picnics or such in hopes that helps. It actually becomes rather fun to find new spots which end up just being little spaces just the two of you know of.

Edelgard

She has to hold back a sigh because she's already dealt with Constance being very over dramatic with this condition now she has to add you to it. 

Yes she loves you, but she has so much she needs to do and it's difficult when as soon as you step outside you start talking down about yourself.

Edel is your S/O. She hates hearing you say these things about yourself and knows you can't exactly control it. 

She tries not to become too frustrated with you but it's difficult at times. Again, she loves and cares about you and you both need to find some way to fix this condition.

Marianne

Is so taken aback when you step outside and talk down about herself. She starts blaming herself. Is her curse why you're like this?

Would try to avoid you because she thinks it's because you are with her and that's why all of this happens. 

You'd have to corner her or something inside to explain the situation because she doesn't know what is happening and hates that you're like this in the sun. Still thinks she cursed you somehow when you do explain things to her.

But she takes extra care not to go outside with you. She is a bit sad because she loves to visit the stables and be outside with the horses but you can't really do that with her.

#fire emblem x reader #fe3h x reader #bernadetta x reader #dorothea x reader #edelgard x reader #marianne x reader #anon ask

[originalfireemblemscenarios]

I was thinking if you could do a Marianne x Male! Reader who’s a new student at Golden Deer. The new student was raised by his young aunt who became his adoptive mother following his parent deaths and Marianne is in for a surprise when she learns that reader’s aunt/adoptive mother is a noble and a friend of Margrave Edmund her adoptive father

Oo that's a really cool background!

Marianne meeting reader who is a adoptive son of her father's friend (more ifno in ask)

Reader here is male

When there was a new student... She was prepared to just be polite to whoever it might be and not get too friendly. After all she doesn't wish misfortune on anyone.

She was surprised to learn that you were an adoptive son of her adoptive father's friend. Then again your name did ring a bell.

You never met before but Margrave did often say when his friend was over that she had a son Marianne's age and if she wanted to meet you- her father would arrange it. And as you can see, she never took the offer.

So it was even more embarrassing to talk to you. She passed so many opportunities you probably thought she hates you.

She only hoped you wouldn't recognize her last name but it was hard not to.

She didn't know about your past but you were well aware of hers. So you decided to reach out to her.

You tried to befriend her and when she started rambling about being cursed you told her that your fate wasn't so different.

For once she met someone who understood her feelings on the matter. After all you went through the same. Even if you dealt with it differently you still didn't judge her thought process.

She ended up enjoying talking to you, although she was still pessimistic she found herself having a little hope with you around.

She wasn't smiling often, and you didn't pester her about it. She didn't need to smile for you to determine whether she was happy or not either.

You just understand each other. Never compare each other to your impressive adoptive parents. Give each other needed space.

It got the point where she felt secure around you. She was more at peace with you and although she's not really confident, she doesn't hesitate when speaking to you.

It just feels natural... And well, Hilda likes to tease both you and Marianne about it. After all, you get along so well and you're such a nice guy. Hilda's surprised you didn't ask someone as cute as Marianne out yet.

And once it happens she help up Marianne a lot with tons of... Unnecessary advice. She still follows it but it sometimes made a few moments awkward here and there where you could tell that she didn't wanted to do or say certain things.

But helping her get ready for your dates were miracle works, you already knew that Marianne is gorgeous but with Hilda's help she looked even more like an angel.

You didn't share the news of you dating Marianne to your aunt yet.

Surprisingly enough Marianne was the one who shared the news with her father first. It wasn't quickly but she thought that it'd be for the best.

So in the end you had a quite pleasant time at the academy... For the time being.

~Mod Bernadetta

#marianne von edmund #fe3h marianne #marianne x reader #fire emblem marianne #marianne fire emblem

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Hey, a while back you did a bunch of Genshingirls walking in on their S/O with a body pillow of them. Why don’t we flip the script this time? S/O walks in to see the girls (or guys!) with a body pillow of *them*!

One character I do ask for is Bernadetta.

(Genshin Impact/FE3H) Furina, Ayaka, Yae, Shenhe, Kokomi, Bernadetta, Edelgard, and Marianne with a body pillow of their S/O

The implications of someone making a body pillow of yourself is both hilarious and terrifying.

Furina's eyes go wide once the door opens, leading her to rush something underneath the blanket seeing her S/O.

(S/O) "Hey, I'm ba-...Furina?"

She has her usual smug expression as she dramatically blew a kiss to them.

(Furina) "Ah, welcome back dear! I must say you are home far earlier than I expected!"

(S/O) "Is everything alright? You're sweating a lot."

(Furina) "Ah? This? I just summoned one of my little friends to cool me off is all!"

(S/O) "On our bed?"

...

S/O walked over to them and immediately put their hand on her forehead, stunning her for a moment.

(S/O) "Your face is burning hot! Jeez, no wonder you needed them. Let's get you a change of clothes-"

(Furina) "W-WAIT!"

S/O ripped off the blanket and saw themselves on a pillow, forcing them to make sure they weren't going insane.

Furina for her part was doing her best impression of a tomato, with her two fingers awkwardly tapping the blanket and doing everything in her power to not look them in the eyes.

(S/O) "Why do you...H-How...?!"

(Furina) "L-LISTEN! YOU WEREN'T HOME AND..."

Furina began pouting as she put the blanket up to her face, probably about to explode from embarassment.

S/O was flattered at least, but...who even gave this to her?

(S/O) "Where have you been hiding this whenever I have been home?"

(Furina) "...Closet."

Her muffled voice responded.

Ayaka felt that having a body pillow of her S/O felt so...strange.

It was so weird, who even has this kind of thing of their significant other?!

But...it was not too dissimilar from keeping a picture of them, so maybe....?

Ayaka hides the pillow from everyone, and not a single soul besides her knows about it.

Whenever she was missing them, Ayaka would hold onto the pillow, counting the days until S/O could return.

...Until her door slid open.

(S/O) "Surprise! I'm here early-"

Ayaka's absolutely mortified expression speaks for itself as its inches away from a picture of S/O, pasted onto the pillow.

The two said nothing as they kept unblinking eye contact.

(Ayaka) "...Please don't tell anyone about this."

Yae commissioned an artist that she knows to put S/O onto a pillow.

There was something similar going on with Ei, which gave her this idea to begin with.

Yae put the pillow right smack in the middle of the bedroom and waited for S/O's arrival that night.

She could already imagine their reaction, but why imagine it when you can just see it?

Finally, Yae could hear the door creak open, and her smirk increased tenfold.

(S/O) "Yae, I'm home. Hm, what's that on-"

Yae bursts out laughing when S/O pauses and their face scrunches up upon seeing themselves.

Wiping away a tear from her eye, she greets S/O.

(Yae) "Is something the matter, I thought you'd appreciate me always thinking of you."

(S/O) "Why is it so well drawn?"

(Yae) "I paid someone a substantial amount of Mora to get your likeliness down well, little one.~"

She starts laughing again seeing their exasperated sighing.

Shenhe was gifted a body pillow of S/O, strangely enough by Cloud Retainer.

(Cloud Retainer) "One believes that you would appreciate a reminder of your loved one in physical form. At least, that is what the Traveler has spoken."

And Shenhe not really knowing how ANY human interaction works, took it at face value as well.

After all, Shenhe does feel that strange longing in her heart for S/O, there was at least this nice picture of them to keep her satisfied until now.

S/O eventually comes home to find Shenhe hugging the pillow of themselves in the living room, making them do a double take.

(S/O) "...Shenhe?"

(Shenhe) "S/O. It's good to see you again."

Her eyes slightly narrow.

(Shenhe) "Is something wrong? Your expression is changed."

(S/O) "Is...that a pillow of myself?"

(Shenhe) "Yes. It was a gift from master."

S/O noticed how tightly Shenhe was holding onto the pillow, before they came in, and she proceeded to hug them just as tight.

(Shenhe) "It brings...some comfort when you are not here."

S/O sighed, but gave her a smile.

(S/O) "That's touching...in a weird way."

(Shenhe) "How is a pillow of you weird?"

(S/O) "Hoo boy..."

Kokomi's body pillow of S/O: +1000 Energy

It embarrasses her to no end that the pillow actually boosts her energy.

But if she couldn't cuddle with her S/O, then there was the next best thing!

At least, that was the plan until the real one walked into her hideaway.

(S/O) "Kokomi, I brought some sna-"

She was so tired that she didn't even notice them.

Kokomi has a soft smile, hugging the pillow of them tightly as her shoulders relaxed.

S/O walked up to Kokomi, unsure to call her name again or tap her in the shoulder.

Both would equally startle her, considering.

They would have to do neither, as Kokomi opened her eyes and saw them standing in front of her.

(Kokomi) "AAAGH?! S-S/O?!"

She quickly tried to hide the body pillow behind her before giving up and sighing.

(Kokomi) "I'm...s-sorry."

S/O gave her a smile before hugging her, letting her relax into their embrace.

All the while, respectfully not looking at themselves.

(S/O) "...How long have you had that pillow, Kokomi?"

(Kokomi) "Please don't tease me about that, dear."

Okay, even Bernadetta could admit that having a pillow of her boyfriend/girlfriend was weird.

But...it brought her comfort, and no one really entered her room anyway, so who cares?

It's not like anyone was gonna see it.

She holds onto the pillow like a lifeline, sighing in content.

(Bernadetta) "Oh, Pillow S/O, thank you for bringing me comfort in my times of need..."

(S/O) "...I don't do that?"

(Bernadetta) "Of course you do! Like nothing el-"

She realized that it spoke up, and slowly turned behind her.

(S/O) "...H-Hi."

Bernadetta was completely frozen in place, eyes widened in absolute terror.

(S/O) "Please tell me you didn't get Ignatz to draw that for you-"

(Bernadetta) "I-IT WAS A GIFT, I SWEAR!"

(S/O) "I'm...not sure that's any better, sweetie..."

It was absolutely disgraceful to Edelgard to have a pillow of her S/O!

The Emperor of Adrestia needs to have more tact than...whatever the hell this was.

But at the same time...she didn't have the heart to throw it away.

She instead keeps it, but WELL out of sight of anyone that could find it.

Honestly, Edelgard would rather a thief find her gold than this pillow.

Unfortunately for her, someone worse found it.

(S/O) "Edelgard, is my clothes in the closet? I can't seem to find my jacket."

(Edelgard) "Hm? Oh yes, it should be-"

Her eyes shoot wide open as she quickly spins around, and rushes to the closet door.

She slammed it shut, giving S/O a panicked look.

(S/O) "WOAH! W-What's gotten int-"

(Edelgard) "B-BY THE EMPEROR'S DECREE, I FORBID YOU FROM OPENING THAT DOOR!"

As if on cue, the door instead fell over to the side from Edelgard's strength, and out flopped the body pillow of S/O onto the ground.

(S/O) "..."

(Edelgard) "..."

Marianne truthfully didn't even want this body pillow.

It was gifted to her by Raphael, and she couldn't say no.

The picture portraying S/O was tasteful and quite well drawn, but who keeps a picture of someone they love on a pillow?

It just felt extremely awkward, and Marianne did not want to deal with it.

She was in her room with Hilda, not sure what to do.

(Hilda) "Wow, okay that's kinda creepy. But sweet too, in a weird way!"

(Marianne) "I suppose, but it seems rude to throw it away if it's so well crafted."

(Hilda) "Iunno. Maybe hang it on a wall? It is a picture after all!"

The door to her bedroom opened, and both of them saw S/O enter.

(S/O) "Hey Mari-...Oh, Hilda! What are you doing in here?"

(Hilda) "Heya. Just trying to figure out what to do with this gift."

(S/O) "What gi-....Oh."

All three of them stared at the picture, unsure what to do.

(S/O) "Um...did you?-"

(Marianne) "I did not make this..."

(S/O) "O-Okay good..."

(Hilda) "Well whatever you guys decide to do, just don't let Claude se it!"

Marianne and S/O gave each other an awkward glance, putting it gently into their closet and deciding it'd be best to figure that out later.

They forgot about it, and Marianne gets jumpscared by the pillow of S/O sometimes.

A/N: OH MY GOOOOD IT'S SO NOSTALGIC WRITING FOR 3H AGAIN

#genshin impact x reader #fire emblem three houses x reader #furina x reader #ayaka kamisato x reader #yae miko x reader #shenhe x reader #kokomi x reader #bernadetta x reader #edelgard x reader #marianne von edmund x reader #furina genshin impact #ayaka kamisato #yae miko #shenhe genshin impact #kokomi sangonomiya #bernadetta von varley #edelgard von hresvelg #marianne von edmund #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #fire emblem three houses imagines #fire emblem three houses headcanons

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If that’s okay for you if I may request

Colonel Brandon If that’s okay? Cause I read all your Alan rickman stories and I love them all so very much! ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you for writing those

Title: You are you

Summary: You are everything he needs, even if he doesn't realize it initially.

Pairing: Colonel Brandon × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Madness, Self-criticism, inferiority complex, unrequited love, anguish.

Author's notes: I've been wrestling with writer's block for a while, trying to figure out how to craft a one-shot with Brandon. Then, a spark of inspiration hit me while watching the Netflix series "Queen Charlotte." Drawing from her character and that of King George, I found the muse I needed to create this piece. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for your support!

Colonel Brandon stood on the sprawling grounds of his estate, his thoughts consumed by the recent turn of events. Marianne had chosen John over him, and though he felt a pang of sadness and disappointment, he knew he had to respect her decision. Seeing her happy with another man brought him a bittersweet sense of contentment, knowing that she had found the love and happiness she deserved.

But as the days passed, Brandon couldn't shake the lingering emptiness in his heart. He knew he needed to move on, to find a wife who could give him children and heirs to carry on his legacy. And so, he reluctantly resumed his search for a suitable match, his heart no longer seeking love, but rather a practical solution to his need for a family.

It was during one of his social engagements that Brandon encountered you, the eldest daughter of the duke and duchess, a woman living in seclusion on their vast estate. He had heard whispers of your eccentricities, but he paid them little heed, his focus solely on finding a wife who could fulfill his need for heirs.

As Brandon got to know you better, he discovered the truth behind the rumors surrounding your behavior. Your parents, the duke and duchess, confessed to him the challenges you faced, the periods of aggression and madness that plagued you intermittently. Despite their wealth and connections, they had been unable to find a solution, leaving them resigned to your fate.

But Brandon was undeterred by the revelation, his pragmatic nature guiding him forward. He saw in you the potential for a suitable match, a woman who, despite her flaws, could provide him with the children he so desperately desired. And for your parents, you represented a burden they were eager to unburden themselves of, a means to secure your future and their peace of mind.

For Brandon, it seemed like the perfect compromise—a marriage born out of duty rather than love, but one that could fulfill both his and your parents' needs. And so, he approached you with a proposal, his demeanor calm and composed as he laid out his intentions with unwavering clarity.

As Colonel stood before you, awaiting your response to his proposal, you couldn't help but feel a whirlwind of emotions coursing through you. Despite your eccentricities and the challenges you faced, you couldn't deny the practicality of his offer. It was a solution that could benefit both parties involved, easing the burden on your parents while providing Colonel Brandon with the heirs he desired.

Lost in thought, you retreated to the comfort of your study, surrounded by shelves filled with notebooks containing your innermost thoughts and musings. Dressed in your usual attire of men's clothing, a reflection of your unconventional nature, you pondered the implications of Colonel Brandon's proposal.

As you delved deep into contemplation, the weight of your decision pressed heavily upon you. You knew that accepting Colonel Brandon's offer meant relinquishing any hope of a love-filled marriage, resigning yourself to a union of duty and practicality. Yet, the thought of bringing relief to your parents, sparing them the burden of dealing with your unpredictable episodes, tugged at your heartstrings.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of introspection, you made your decision. Stepping out of your study, you faced Colonel Brandon with a mixture of determination and resignation in your eyes.

"I accept your proposal," you announced, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging within you. "But under one condition." Colonel Brandon regarded you with curiosity, awaiting your terms with an air of patience and understanding.

"I ask for a cabin of my own on the estate's land," you continued, your gaze unwavering. "Far from the mansion, where I can retreat during my periods of madness. It is my only request."

Brandon considered your condition carefully, weighing the implications of your plea. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded in agreement, a hint of understanding softening his features.

"I see no harm in granting your request," he replied, his voice calm and reassuring. "In fact, it may prove to be beneficial for both of us. A space of your own, away from the confines of the mansion, where you can find solace during difficult times."

A sense of relief washed over you at his understanding, grateful for his willingness to accommodate your needs. With a silent nod of gratitude, you accepted his offer, knowing that it was the best course of action for both you and your family.

Brandon didn't see anything wrong with granting your request for a cabin of your own on the estate's land. In fact, he saw it as a practical solution to ensure both of your well-being. If you were to experience periods of madness, it would be best for you to have a space where you could retreat and find solace without causing disruption to the household.

So, Brandon accepted your condition without hesitation, understanding the importance of accommodating your needs. However, he didn't anticipate just how distant you would be after the wedding. Days turned into weeks, and Brandon found himself growing increasingly impatient with your absence from the main house.

Despite his frustration, Brandon respected your need for space and independence, trusting that you would come to him when you were ready. However, as the days stretched on without any sign of your presence, Brandon's patience began to wear thin.

One night, overcome with loneliness and longing for your company, Brandon made his way to the cabin where you spent most of your time. He approached the door with a sense of trepidation, unsure of what he would find on the other side.

As he entered the cabin unannounced, Brandon was greeted by the sight of you standing by a telescope, your eyes fixed on the starry night sky above. Books and notebooks were scattered around the room, evidence of your scholarly pursuits and intellectual curiosity.

You turned to him with a smile as he walked in, your expression one of genuine warmth and affection. Your nightgown billowed around you, your hair cascading in loose waves down your back, and Brandon couldn't help but think how beautiful you looked in that moment.

But despite the tenderness in your smile, Brandon couldn't shake the frustration that simmered beneath the surface. He had missed you, missed the sound of your voice and the touch of your hand, and he couldn't understand why you chose to spend so much time away from him.

"Good evening, Colonel," you greeted him politely, your tone casual and unaffected by his unexpected visit. "What brings you to my humble abode tonight?"

Brandon struggled to contain his frustration as he responded, his voice tinged with a hint of irritation. "I've come to see you, of course," he replied curtly, his eyes searching yours for any hint of emotion. "I've missed you, [Your Name]. It's been weeks since I last saw you, and I couldn't bear to spend another night alone in our bed."

Your smile faltered slightly at his words, a flash of guilt crossing your features when you met his gaze. You knew you had been neglecting him, consumed by your own thoughts and passions, but you hadn't realized just how much your absence had affected him. Pushing aside your feelings of guilt, you tried to divert the conversation, eager to steer clear of any discussion about your relationship.

"So, Colonel," you began, your voice light and cheerful as you gestured towards the telescope beside you. "Have you ever gazed upon the stars and wondered about the mysteries of the universe? It's truly fascinating how much we have yet to discover out there."

But Brandon wasn't so easily swayed by your attempt to change the subject. He could sense the underlying tension between you, the unspoken questions hanging in the air, and he knew they needed to be addressed.

"Indeed, the stars are a wonder to behold," Brandon replied diplomatically, his tone measured as he studied your expression. "But I believe there are matters closer to home that require our attention."

You paused at that, your smile fading as you met Brandon's earnest gaze. His words hung between you, heavy with unspoken implications, and you knew there was no avoiding the conversation any longer.

"What do you mean, Colonel?" you asked, your voice tinged with apprehension as you braced yourself for his response.

Brandon took a step closer to you, his expression serious as he met your eyes with unwavering determination. "I married you for one reason, and one reason only: to have heirs," he said bluntly, his words cutting through the tension like a knife. "And how can we achieve that if the two of us barely see each other?"

You stopped at that, your gaze locking with his as you took in the gravity of his words. For a moment, you felt a pang of guilt at your own negligence, knowing that you had failed to uphold your end of the bargain. But then, a sense of determination washed over you as you realized what Brandon was implying.

Was he demanding that you fulfill your duty as a wife? Did he want... sex?

The thought made Brandon blush slightly, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment as he struggled to articulate his desires. But you weren't embarrassed; you were a 28-year-old woman, well aware of the implications of marital intimacy. Despite never having been intimate with a man before Brandon, you had spent enough time reading and learning from your already married sisters to understand the mechanics of such encounters.

And your first time with Brandon had been surprisingly pleasant. He had been kind and patient with you, guiding you through the experience with a gentle touch and reassuring words. In the aftermath, you had distanced yourself from him, convinced that it was for his own protection. But now, faced with his unspoken request, you realized that you couldn't continue to avoid him indefinitely.

With a resolute nod, you dropped the notebook in your hand and approached Brandon, closing the distance between you with determined steps. His eyes widened slightly in surprise as you reached out to touch his cheek, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw with a tender touch.

"Why not start today, then?" you suggested softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "After all, it is our duty as husband and wife to fulfill each other's needs, is it not?"

Brandon's blush deepened at your boldness, but he nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and embarrassment. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, unsure of how to proceed.

You took the initiative, stepping closer to him until there was barely an inch of space between your bodies. Leaning in, you captured his lips in a gentle kiss, your heart racing with anticipation as you felt Brandon respond eagerly, his arms encircling you in a warm embrace.

And as you melted into his embrace, you knew that despite the unconventional nature of your marriage, you were determined to honor your side of the bargain. After all, you were both bound by duty and obligation, and it was time to fulfill the promises you had made to each other, no matter the cost.

As Brandon and you stood in the dimly lit cabin, the air thick with anticipation, he couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation mingled with desire. His heart still belonged to Marianne, his unrequited love for her a constant ache in his chest. But as he looked into your eyes, he saw more than just a means to an end; he saw a woman who deserved his respect and consideration, despite the circumstances of their marriage.

With gentle hands, Brandon began to undress you, his touch tender and reverent as he revealed your delicate form beneath the fabric. He couldn't help but admire the curve of your body, the softness of your skin, as he trailed kisses along your neck and collarbone, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

You responded eagerly to his touch, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, urging him to explore every inch of your body. Brandon's heart raced with excitement as he felt your arousal building, his own desire growing with each soft moan that escaped your lips.

As Brandon guided you to the bed, he felt a surge of anticipation coursing through him, his body responding instinctively to the intimacy between you. He couldn't deny the pleasure he felt at being so close to you, the warmth of your skin against his own igniting a fire within him that he hadn't felt in years.

With practiced hands, Brandon explored your body with a gentle touch, his fingers tracing patterns of desire along your skin as he elicited soft gasps and moans from your lips. He marveled at the way you responded to his touch, the way your body arched and trembled beneath him, as if seeking more of his affection.

And when he finally entered you, it was with a reverence and tenderness that took your breath away. Brandon moved slowly, savoring each moment as he lost himself in the sensation of your bodies moving together in perfect harmony. He felt a sense of connection with you that he hadn't experienced in years, a bond forged in the heat of their shared passion.

But even as Brandon surrendered himself to the pleasure of their union, his thoughts strayed to Marianne, his beloved lost to him forever. He couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like to make love to her, to hear her soft moans of pleasure as he brought her to the heights of ecstasy.

But Marianne didn't want him, that much was clear. Despite Brandon's unwavering love and devotion to her, she had chosen another, leaving him with a heart heavy with sorrow and longing. But Brandon was a man of honor, and he knew that he had to be content with what he had, which was you.

You, the woman whose mind was plagued by bouts of madness and unpredictability, yet whose heart was filled with kindness and compassion. And as Brandon lay beside you, his body still humming with the aftershocks of their lovemaking, he couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt wash over him. He knew that he should be focusing on fulfilling his duty as a husband, on siring heirs to carry on his legacy, but a part of him couldn't deny the pleasure he found in being with you.

But even as Brandon reveled in the intimacy between you, he couldn't shake the lingering sense of unease that gnawed at him. He knew that his feelings for you were born out of necessity rather than passion, that he was simply using you to fulfill his own needs. And yet, a part of him couldn't help but enjoy the pleasure you brought him, the warmth of your body against his own.

As the days went by, Brandon found himself spending more and more time in your company, seeking solace and companionship in your presence. He tried to convince himself that it was all in service of their shared goal of starting a family, but deep down, he knew that he enjoyed being with you, in spite of everything.

He admired your resilience and admired your intelligence and creativity, seeing beyond the surface to the kind and compassionate woman beneath. You, in turn, found solace in Brandon's presence, grateful for his unwavering support and understanding. He treated you with kindness and respect, never once judging you for your eccentricities, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards him for accepting you as you were.

But as the saying goes, all good things are short-lived, and Brandon saw this firsthand when he witnessed one of your episodes of madness. One night, he woke up to the sound of whispers and found you in the bedroom, talking to yourself and drawing on the wall.

Brandon's heart clenched with concern as he approached you hesitantly, calling out your name in a gentle tone. But when you turned to him, your eyes unfocused and distant, he realized that you didn't recognize him.

"Are you Venus?" you questioned, your voice barely above a whisper as you regarded him with a mixture of awe and confusion.

Brandon's heart clenched at your words, the realization dawning on him that you didn't recognize him as your husband. He took a step closer to you, his voice calm and reassuring as he reminded you of his true identity.

"No, my dear, I'm Colonel Christopher Brandon, your husband," he replied softly, his eyes pleading with you to see reason. "Please, come back to me."

But you shook your head stubbornly, dropping the chalk in your hand as you turned away from him, your mind set on a singular purpose. Ignoring Brandon's protests, you left the bedroom, navigating the dark hallways of the mansion with determined strides.

Brandon followed close behind you, his heart pounding with fear and anxiety as he called out to you, hoping to bring you back to your senses. But you paid him no heed, your mind consumed by delusions of Venus coming to take you away.

As you stepped out into the garden, your eyes fixed on the starry sky above, you spotted the bright gleam of Venus shining in the darkness. With a sense of urgency, you called out to the celestial body, your voice filled with longing and desperation.

"Venus, my love, please come get me," you pleaded, your voice echoing in the stillness of the night. "I'm ready to go with you."

Your screams alerted the mansion's employees, who came rushing outside to see what was causing the commotion. Brandon watched helplessly as you shed your nightgown, revealing your naked body to the world as you continued to call out for Venus.

Unable to stand idly by any longer, Brandon sprang into action, moving to cover you. But you pushed him away angrily, refusing to let anyone come between you and your imagined lover.

"Get away from me!" you cried, your voice tinged with frustration as you brushed him aside. "Venus will come for me, you'll see!"

Seeing that you were beyond reason, Brandon turned to the servants, instructing them to fetch a blanket to cover you. The maids obeyed without question, rushing to fulfill his command as Brandon's butler stepped forward to assist in calming you down.

But despite their efforts, you continued to scream and cry out for Venus, your mind lost to the grips of madness. It wasn't until Brandon made a bold declaration that you finally seemed to calm down, your eyes focusing on him with a newfound clarity.

"I am Venus," Brandon announced firmly, his voice filled with conviction as he met your gaze with unwavering determination.

For a moment, you stared at him in confusion, uncertainty flickering in your eyes. But then, as if a switch had been flipped, you seemed to accept his words, your body relaxing as you allowed the maids to cover you with a blanket.

Brandon wrapped the blanket around you protectively, his heart heavy with relief as he gazed down at you with a mix of sadness and concern. Taking your hand in his, he led you toward the cabin, his mind racing with thoughts of how best to care for you in the coming days.

As you walked beside him, your gaze fixed on him with newfound adoration and confusion, you couldn't help but question the reality of the situation. Was Brandon truly Venus, the god of love and desire, come to whisk you away to a world of eternal bliss? Or was he simply a mortal man, doing his best to care for you in your time of need?

"Are you really Venus?" you asked hesitantly, your voice tinged with uncertainty as you looked up at him for answers.

Brandon met your gaze with a gentle smile, his eyes filled with warmth and compassion as he squeezed your hand reassuringly. "Yes, my dear," he replied softly, his voice filled with tenderness. "I am Venus, and I'm here to take care of you."

And as you clung to him, expressing your belief that he was Venus and how you had waited so long for him to come for you, Brandon felt a pang of sadness tug at his heart. He did not like the hope he saw in your eyes, the desperate longing for happiness that seemed to radiate from your every word. While he was relieved that you finally seemed content, he could not help but feel conflicted about perpetuating the illusion that he was Venus.

Leading you gently to the cabin, Brandon guided you to sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of you as you looked at him with such love and adoration, still addressing him as Venus. The realization that the duke and duchess hadn't mentioned this aspect of your condition left Brandon feeling unsettled. He had been led to believe that you were simply isolated in your cabin, dealing with your episodes of madness alone, but he hadn't expected this level of delusion.

Should he continue to play along with your delusions, maintaining the facade of being the god of love in order to keep you calm and prevent any further aggression? Or should he confront the reality of the situation, risking triggering another episode?

Sighing inwardly, Brandon decided to prioritize your well-being above all else. For now, it seemed best to go along with your belief that he was Venus, at least until he could figure out how to help you through this latest episode.

"Of course, my dear," Brandon replied softly, his voice filled with warmth and compassion as he took your hands in his. "I have waited for you just as eagerly. Now that we are together, I am here to take care of you, always."

Gently, Brandon helped you lay down on the bed, tucking the blankets around you to keep you warm. He listened quietly as you spoke, your words filled with a mixture of hope and desperation. You reached out to him, pleading for Venus to take you to the stars, to make you happy and relieve you of the burden you felt you were to others.

"Venus, my love, please take me away with you," you murmured, your voice soft and filled with longing. "I want to love you, and if you love me in return, I won't be a burden to anyone anymore."

Brandon's heart clenched at your words, the pain evident in your voice cutting him to the core. He wanted to reach out to you, to comfort you and reassure you that you were not a burden, but he knew that now was not the time for such revelations. Instead, he remained silent, his gaze filled with compassion and understanding as he listened to your pleas.

"I understand, my dear," Brandon said softly, his voice gentle as he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "Venus loves you deeply, and he would never see you as a burden. You bring light and joy to his world, and he cherishes every moment he spends with you."

Your eyes shone with tears as you looked up at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Despite the turmoil in your mind, you found solace in Brandon's words, finding comfort in the belief that Venus was there to guide you to happiness.

"Thank you, Venus," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude as you closed your eyes, surrendering to the warmth of sleep. "I love you."

Brandon watched over you as you drifted off to sleep, his heart heavy with guilt and sorrow. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was deceiving you, allowing you to believe in a fantasy that could never be true. But for now, all he could do was be there for you, to offer you comfort and support in whatever form you needed.

And as Brandon lay down next to you, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. Despite his best efforts to reassure himself that everything would be alright, a sense of foreboding settled in the pit of his stomach, a silent prayer escaping his lips as he hoped you wouldn't have another episode of madness.

Closing his eyes, Brandon tried to push aside his worries, allowing exhaustion to finally overtake him as he drifted off into a fitful sleep. But even in slumber, his mind remained troubled, haunted by visions of you lost in the throes of delusion, calling out for a love that could never be.

The next morning, Brandon awoke to the soft light filtering through the windows of the cabin, his eyes lingering on your sleeping form beside him. For a moment, he allowed himself to revel in the tranquility of the moment, the gentle rise and fall of your chest a reassuring presence in the stillness of the room.

But as the events of the previous night came rushing back to him, Brandon's heart clenched with guilt and sorrow. He knew that he couldn't continue to ignore the reality of your condition, that he needed to take action to ensure your well-being and safety.

With a heavy sigh, Brandon rose from the bed, careful not to disturb your peaceful slumber. Quietly, he dressed himself, his movements slow and deliberate as he prepared to face the challenges that lay ahead.

Leaving you sleeping in the cabin, Brandon made his way to the main residence, his mind racing with thoughts of how to best care for you in the days to come. As he entered the familiar halls of the mansion, he was greeted by the sight of the butler, who had served his family faithfully for years.

Without preamble, Brandon approached the butler, his expression grave as he relayed the events of the previous night and his concerns about your condition. He instructed the butler to pass on the information to the other servants, emphasizing the importance of treating you with kindness and understanding.

But as Brandon spoke, he couldn't help but notice the disapproving look that crossed the butler's face, a hint of disdain lingering in his gaze. It was clear that the butler harbored reservations about you and your suitability as Brandon's wife, a fact that didn't sit well with Brandon.

"Is something the matter, Jenkins?" Brandon inquired, his voice tinged with a note of concern as he regarded the butler with furrowed brows.

The butler hesitated for a moment before responding, his tone hesitant yet tinged with thinly veiled disapproval. "Forgive me, sir, but I cannot help but express my concerns regarding your choice of wife," he admitted reluctantly, his eyes darting away from Brandon's gaze.

Brandon's jaw tightened at the butler's words, his patience wearing thin as he struggled to contain his frustration. He knew that the butler's opinion held weight among the household staff, and he couldn't afford to have any doubts cast upon your character or his decision to marry you.

"I understand your reservations, Jenkins, but I would appreciate it if you refrained from passing judgment on [Your Name]," Brandon replied evenly, his voice laced with a hint of steel. "She is my wife, and I expect her to be treated with the respect and dignity she deserves."

Jenkins bowed his head slightly, a contrite expression crossing his features as he acknowledged Brandon's reprimand. "Forgive me, sir," he murmured apologetically. "I spoke out of turn. It's just... I never imagined that you would choose to marry someone like her."

Brandon's jaw clenched at Jenkins's words, his anger flaring anew at the implication behind them. "And what, pray tell, is that supposed to mean?" he demanded, his voice tinged with indignation.

Jenkins hesitated for a moment before responding, his tone hesitant yet tinged with thinly veiled disapproval. "I had heard rumors about her, sir, but I never thought they were true until last night," he admitted reluctantly, his eyes darting away from Brandon's gaze. "I cannot fathom why you would willingly take on such an unnecessary burden, sir. It would have been far wiser for you to marry Miss Dashwood."

As the butler's words hung in the air, Brandon felt a surge of frustration bubbling within him. How dare Jenkins question his choice of wife, especially in such a callous manner? Suppressing his anger, Brandon took a deep breath, his voice measured as he addressed the butler once more.

"Jenkins, I understand that you may have reservations, but it is not your place to pass judgment on my decisions," Brandon stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I married [Your Name] out of necessity, not out of choice. Miss Dashwood made her feelings clear to me, and I must respect her decision. As for [Your Name], she may be a burden, but she is a necessary one. I need a wife to conceive children, and she is the one I have chosen for that purpose."

There was a heavy silence in the room as Brandon's words sank in, his gaze never wavering from Jenkins's face. He could see the butler's discomfort, the conflict evident in his expression as he struggled to come to terms with Brandon's assertion.

But before Jenkins could respond, Brandon felt a shift in the atmosphere behind him. Turning around, he was met with the sight of you standing in the doorway, dressed in men's clothes, your expression unreadable as you listened to the conversation unfolding before you.

For a moment, Brandon's heart clenched with guilt at the thought of you overhearing the disparaging remarks about you. He opened his mouth to call out to you, to explain himself and reassure you of his commitment, but you brushed him off tiredly, expressing your need to retreat to your cabin for a few days.

"If the servants could bring me something to eat, I would be grateful," you added, your tone weary as you turned away from him and made your way towards the cabin. You were tired—tired of the constant struggles with your own mind, tired of being a burden to those around you, and tired of the expectations placed upon you as Colonel Brandon's wife.

Brandon followed closely behind you, his brow furrowed with worry as he tried to catch up to you. "Please, let me explain," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. "I didn't mean for you to overhear that conversation. You're not a burden, [Your Name]. You're my wife, and I care about you deeply."

But you kept walking, your steps determined as you refused to meet his gaze. "It's okay, Colonel," you replied softly, your voice tinged with resignation. "We didn't marry for love, that much was always clear. You don't have to explain anything to me."

Brandon's heart clenched at your words, the weight of your resignation heavy on his shoulders. He reached out to you, his hand hovering over your shoulder, but you shrugged him off gently, your eyes filled with sadness.

"I know I've always been a burden to everyone," you continued, your voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe I always will be. But I'll fulfill my role in our agreement, Colonel. And I'll try not to be such a big burden to you."

Brandon's heart clenched at your words, the pain evident in your tone piercing him to the core. He wanted to reach out to you, to tell you that you were more than just a burden to him, but he knew that now was not the time for such declarations.

Instead, he watched helplessly as you disappeared into the cabin, the door closing softly behind you with a finality that left him feeling hollow inside. For a moment, he stood there in silence, his mind racing with thoughts of what could have been and what still might be.

But as the days turned into weeks, Brandon found himself growing increasingly restless in your absence. He missed you, deeply, your presence a balm to his weary soul in the midst of life's uncertainties. And so, despite his reservations, he found himself seeking you out, longing to be near you once more.

Every night, he would wait for you to come to him, the anticipation building with each passing hour until he could no longer bear the silence of the empty bed. And when you finally arrived, he would hold you close, cherishing every moment of your fleeting embrace before the morning light came to steal you away once more.

Today was another one of those nights, and you arrived at the agreed time, wasting no time in starting to undress your male clothes, as you always did every night, while Brandon waited for you in bed, watching you undress, revealing your body to him. The routine had become familiar, almost comforting, in its predictability.

As you climbed into bed with him, Brandon couldn't help but notice the exhaustion etched into your features. He longed to hold you close, to lose himself in the warmth of your embrace, but he knew that tonight was different. Tonight, he needed to talk to you, to address the elephant in the room that had been looming over their marriage for far too long.

"Are you alright, [Your Name]?" Brandon asked softly, his voice filled with concern as he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "You seem tired."

You sighed wearily, the weight of the day's events settling heavily on your shoulders. "I'm fine, Colonel," you replied, forcing a smile despite the fatigue evident in your voice. "Just a little tired, that's all."

Brandon studied you intently, his gaze searching your face for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. He wanted you, desperately, but he could see the weariness in your eyes, the toll that their arrangement was taking on you.

"Perhaps we could talk before... before we... make babies," Brandon suggested tentatively, his words carefully chosen as he broached the delicate subject. "I know it wasn't what we originally agreed upon, but I can't help but feel like we should talk to get to know each other better."

You nodded in agreement, grateful for the opportunity to postpone the inevitable for a little while longer. Pulling the covers over yourself to protect yourself from the cold of the night, you settled into the bed beside Brandon, your mind racing with thoughts of what you were going to talk about.

Brandon turned to look at you, his expression softening with affection as he regarded you. "How did you... how did you start to like astronomy?" he asked, his tone gentle as he broached the topic of conversation.

You smiled at the question, a fondness evident in your eyes as you recalled your childhood fascination with the stars. "For as long as I can remember, I've been fascinated by astronomy," you confessed, your eyes sparkling with excitement. "I found a telescope in my grandfather's things when I was a child, and ever since then, I've been hooked. There's just something about gazing up at the night sky that fills me with wonder and awe."

Brandon nodded, captivated by the passion in your voice as you spoke. He admired your thirst for knowledge, your willingness to pursue your interests despite the constraints placed upon you by society. In that moment, he felt a surge of affection for you, a newfound appreciation for the depth of your character.

"It sounds like you had quite the adventurous childhood," Brandon remarked, his tone laced with admiration. "Your parents must have been quite liberal in letting you learn whatever you wanted."

You nodded in agreement, a smile playing at the corners of your lips as you recalled the support and encouragement you had received from your parents throughout the years. "Yes, they were," you replied, a hint of pride evident in your voice. "They always encouraged me to follow my passions, no matter where they led me."

Brandon's heart swelled with affection as he listened to you speak, the warmth of your words washing over him like a soothing balm. He liked how you lit up, the sparkle in your eyes when you talked about astronomy. He found himself captivated by the passion and enthusiasm in your voice, admiring the way you spoke with such fervor about something that brought you joy. It was a side of you he hadn't seen before, a glimpse into the depths of your soul that left him feeling strangely drawn to you.

But as the conversation shifted, Brandon hesitated, his brow furrowing with concern as he broached a more sensitive topic. "When did your... episodes of madness start?" he asked tentatively, his voice barely above a whisper as he searched your eyes for answers.

The heat in your eyes disappeared as the tiredness returned, and you fell silent, your gaze drifting away from his as you struggled to find the words to explain. It was a painful subject, one that you had long tried to bury deep within yourself, but you knew that Brandon deserved to know the truth.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come as you recounted the events that had changed your life forever. "It all started when I was 15," you began softly, your voice tinged with sadness. "I was out riding with my father and brothers when my horse was startled by a snake. I fell off and... I hit my head on a rock."

You paused, the memories flooding back with painful clarity as you struggled to compose yourself. "I don't remember much after that," you continued, your voice trembling slightly. "But my brothers told me that I was in a coma for five days before I woke up."

Brandon listened intently, his heart aching with sympathy as he imagined the pain and confusion you must have felt during that traumatic time. "And then?" he prompted gently, his voice barely above a whisper as he waited for you to continue.

You shook your head, a tear slipping down your cheek as you recalled the horrors that followed. "Things were normal for a few days," you admitted reluctantly. "But then... the first episode of madness began."

Brandon's heart clenched with sorrow at your words, his mind racing with questions and concerns. "What... what kind of treatments did you undergo?" he asked softly, his voice filled with apprehension as he braced himself for your response.

But you shook your head, the pain evident in your eyes as you diverted the conversation. "I... I don't think you want to know," you replied quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's not something I like to talk about."

Brandon's heart ached with frustration at your reluctance to share, but he knew that now was not the time to press you further. Instead, he reached out to you, his hand gently cupping your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you tenderly.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he murmured against your lips, his voice filled with reassurance. "But know that I'm here for you, [Your Name]. Whatever you need, whatever you're going through, I'm here."

You melted into his embrace, the warmth of his words washing over you like a soothing balm. In that moment, you felt a flicker of hope ignite within you, a glimmer of light in the darkness that surrounded you.

With a soft sigh of contentment, you pulled Brandon closer, your lips meeting his in a tender kiss as you whispered softly against his mouth. "Don't make me wait any longer, Colonel," you murmured, your voice filled with longing. "Let's just get this over with."

Brandon's heart skipped a beat at your words, his desire for you burning hotter than ever as he surrendered himself to the passion of your embrace. In that moment, there was only you and him, lost in the intensity of their shared desire as they sought solace in each other's arms.

Brandon pulled you closer, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he guided you onto his lap beneath the covers. You followed his lead, straddling him with your hands pressed against his chest, your lips meeting his in a hungry kiss that conveyed all the pent-up desire between you.

The kiss was intense, fueled by a longing that had been building between you for far too long. Your tongues danced together in a passionate tango, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through your bodies as you lost yourselves in the heat of the moment.

Finally breaking away from the kiss, you reached between your bodies, your hand wrapping around Brandon's hard length as you positioned yourself above him. With a breathy sigh, you guided him to your entrance, the anticipation of being filled by him sending shivers of excitement down your spine.

Brandon groaned softly as he felt you take him in hand, his desire for you reaching a fever pitch as he watched you sink down onto him. He was big and you weren't quite wet enough to receive him fully. But the sensation of being stretched by him was exhilarating, and you couldn't help but moan in pleasure as you sank down onto his cock.

As you sat down completely on him, a low, guttural moan escaped Brandon's lips, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he relished the feeling of being buried deep inside you. And when you moaned his name in a breathy whisper—Christopher—Brandon's heart skipped a beat, his desire for you reaching new heights at the sound of his name on your lips.

"God, [Your Name]," Brandon breathed, his voice thick with desire as he savored the sensation of you surrounding him. "You feel so good, so tight around me."

You whimpered in response, the pleasure of having him inside you overwhelming as you began to move your hips in a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your body, the pleasure building with each passing moment as you surrendered yourself to the intensity of your union.

Brandon matched your movements with his own, his hands guiding you as you rode him with increasing urgency. He could feel the tension building within you, the need for release growing more urgent by the second as you chased the elusive peak of pleasure together.

And as you continued bouncing on Brandon's dick, you experimented with new movements, gyrating your hips and watching the pleasure written all over his face. It was a sight that books and stories of your married sisters' experiences could never fully describe—the indescribable pleasure of seeing Brandon lost in ecstasy, his features contorted with pleasure as you rode him with abandon.

He was absolutely beautiful, his handsome face twisted in pleasure as he surrendered himself to the pleasure you were providing him. But despite his beauty and kindness, you pushed aside any thoughts of unworthiness, focusing only on the here and now with Brandon, on the pleasure you both felt.

Taking his hands that were on your waist, you guided them closer together, intertwining your fingers with his as you held his hands above his head. The feeling of his strong hands in yours only fueled your desire further, adding an element of intimacy to your passionate encounter.

And as you continued to ride him, lost in the sensation of being filled by him, you couldn't help but let out a torrent of praise and moans, your voice echoing through the room in a symphony of pleasure. And Brandon loved every moment of it, reveling in the sound of your moans and the sweet compliments you bestowed upon him.

"You feel so good, Christopher," you gasped, your voice filled with longing as you rocked your hips against his. "I never want this to end."

Brandon's heart swelled with pride at your words, his desire for you burning hotter than ever as he surrendered himself to the pleasure of your union. "You're amazing, [Your Name]," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he watched you move above him.

You smiled at his words, your heart overflowing with love for him as you continued to ride him with increasing urgency. You let go of Brandon's hands, your fingers curling into his chest as you rode him harder, your movements fueled by a desperate need for release. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, the tension building with each passing moment as you chased the elusive peak of ecstasy.

Brandon watched you with rapt attention, his eyes filled with desire as he surrendered himself to the pleasure of your union. He groaned softly as he felt you tighten around him, the sensation driving him closer to the edge with each passing moment.

At the sight of you throwing your head back in ecstasy, Brandon felt his own climax approaching rapidly. With a guttural moan of pleasure, he let go of all restraint, surrendering himself completely to the overwhelming sensation of release. As you reached climax, your body shuddering with the intensity of your pleasure, Brandon held you close, his arms wrapping tightly around you as he supported your weight. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he rode out the waves of his orgasm with you.

And as he came deep inside you, filling you with his seed, you felt a surge of contentment wash over you, knowing that you had given him everything he desired. You melted into his embrace, your bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs as you basked in the afterglow of your passionate encounter.

As you both calmed down, Brandon pulled you to lie down next to him, his arms wrapped around you protectively as he held you close. You snuggled into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. But as Brandon fell asleep beside you, a wave of sadness washed over you, threatening to engulf you in its depths. You knew that your relationship with Brandon was built on a foundation of duty and obligation, not love. He had made it clear that you were here just to give him children, nothing more.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, leaving you feeling empty and hollow inside. You didn't deserve him, you didn't deserve Brandon's love. He was kind and compassionate, everything you could ever want in a partner, but you knew that he would never love you the way you longed to be loved.

And as you stood up to get dressed, ignoring the sticky remnants of his cum running down your thighs, you couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over you. You cast one last look at Brandon's sleeping form, the ache in your heart growing more unbearable with each passing moment.

But as you turned away, tears streaming down your cheeks, you made a silent vow to yourself. You would bury your feelings deep within yourself, locking them away where no one could find them. You would continue to fulfill your duty as Brandon's wife, even if it meant sacrificing your own happiness in the process.

With a heavy heart, you slipped into your clothes and made your way back to your cabin, back to your books, and your stars. It was the only solace you had left, the only thing that could distract you from the pain of knowing that you would never have the love you so desperately craved.

Brandon woke up the next morning with a satisfied sigh, his body still tingling with the lingering sensations of their passionate encounter from the night before. He reached out instinctively, his arm seeking the warmth of your body as he pulled you close, his heart swelling with affection at the thought of waking up beside you.

But to his dismay, Brandon's hand met only empty space, his fingers brushing against the cool fabric of the pillow beneath him. Confusion clouded his mind for a moment as he blinked away the remnants of sleep, his eyes scanning the room in search of you.

And then, with a sinking feeling in his chest, Brandon realized the truth—you were gone. Once again, you had left him alone in the marital bed, slipping away in the darkness of the night without so much as a goodbye.

Disappointment washed over Brandon like a tidal wave, his heart heavy with the weight of your absence. He had hoped that last night's passionate encounter would bring you closer together, that it would be a step towards building a deeper connection between you.

But as he lay there in the empty bed, Brandon couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that settled over him like a shroud. He longed for your presence, for the warmth of your body pressed against his, but he knew that you were gone, leaving him to face another day alone.

With a heavy sigh, Brandon turned onto his back, staring up at the ceiling with a sense of resignation. He was tired of this—tired of the constant cycle of intimacy followed by solitude, tired of feeling like he was always left wanting more.

Rubbing his face tiredly, Brandon knew that he couldn't continue like this. He had to talk to you, to address the underlying issues that were driving you apart. He couldn't keep ignoring the elephant in the room, pretending that everything was fine when it clearly wasn't.

And so, with a sense of determination, Brandon promised himself that he would broach the subject with you when you came over again that night. He couldn't let things continue like this, couldn't let the distance between you grow any further.

But for now, Brandon pushed aside his worries, forcing himself to focus on the tasks at hand. There were duties to attend to, responsibilities to fulfill, and he couldn't afford to let his personal struggles interfere with his professional life.

With a deep breath, Brandon pushed himself out of bed, steeling himself for the day ahead. He didn't know what the future held for him and you, but he knew that he couldn't keep living like this, trapped in a cycle of longing and disappointment.

Brandon longed for more than just stolen moments in the dead of night; he wanted to be with you, truly and completely, in every sense of the word. And so, he resolved to confront you, to lay bare his heart and soul in the hopes of finding solace in your arms once more.

And so, on that fateful night, as the hours stretched on without any sign of your arrival, Brandon found himself growing increasingly anxious. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that you needed him now more than ever.

With a sense of urgency, Brandon made his way to the cabin, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared himself for what he might find inside. And when he entered, he was met with the sight of you lost in another one of your episodes, drawing intricate constellations on the wooden floor as you mumbled to yourself.

"[Your Name], it's me, Christopher," he called out softly, his voice filled with concern as he approached you cautiously. "Can you hear me? It's going to be alright, I'm here."

You looked at him and smiled, beckoning him closer. Brandon realized that you weren't in one of your manic episodes, at least it didn't seem like it. He approached cautiously, a mix of relief and confusion flooding his senses. "What are you doing?" he asked gently, his concern evident in his voice.

You glanced up at him, your eyes sparkling with genuine enthusiasm. "I'm drawing my favorite constellations," you replied, a hint of excitement in your tone. "The sky is beautiful tonight, don't you think?"

Brandon felt a surge of frustration bubbling within him, his worry dissipating into annoyance. "That's it?" he exclaimed, unable to contain his frustration any longer. "You didn't come to me because you were drawing constellations?"

You looked at him, confusion clouding your features as you processed his words. "I'm sorry," you murmured, your voice tinged with regret. "I didn't mean to dishonor our agreement, but I just... I lost track of time."

But your words only seemed to frustrate Brandon even more, his patience wearing thin as he struggled to comprehend your actions. "Is that all this is to you?" he demanded, his voice tinged with bitterness. "Just a deal?"

You looked at him, uncertainty flickering in your eyes as you struggled to find the right words. "How should I see it then?" you questioned, your voice barely above a whisper.

Brandon looked away, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. "Maybe... maybe I want something more," he admitted quietly, his voice filled with uncertainty. "I... I think I'm in love with you."

You interrupted him, shaking your head in disbelief as you backed away from him. "No," you whispered, your voice tinged with sadness. "You barely talk to me, Colonel. How could you possibly love me?"

But Brandon insisted, his gaze unwavering as he met your eyes with determination. "I see you, [Your Name]," he replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "I see you helping the servants when you're not alone in the cabin. I see how you light up when you talk about astronomy, how passionate you are about the stars. And those nighttime conversations we have... they mean more to me than you'll ever know."

You remained skeptical, your gaze fixed on him with a mixture of disbelief and resignation. "You can't love me," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you turned away from him. "It would be better if you extinguished that love now, before it consumes you. Fall in love with another woman, but not with me."

Brandon's heart clenched at your words, the pain evident in your voice cutting him to the core. "No," he protested, reaching out to you desperately. "I don't want to be in love with anyone else. I want to be with you, [Your Name]. Please, let me show you how much you mean to me."

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you were about to say. "I heard rumors that Marianne Dashwood will no longer marry John Willoughby," you explained, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "Maybe you can ask for an annulment of our marriage, claiming that I am crazy, so you are free to go after Marianne."

Brandon's eyes widened in surprise at your suggestion, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. "How do you know about Marianne?" he questioned, his tone laced with disbelief. "And why would you suggest such a thing?"

You smiled sadly at him, the weight of your words heavy on your heart. "I heard Jenkins happily commenting on this with other employees," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "He seemed eager to see you away from me."

Brandon's expression darkened at the mention of Jenkins, his frustration mounting as he struggled to come to terms with the implications of your words. "Jenkins has no right to meddle in our affairs," he muttered, his voice tinged with anger. "And Marianne... Marianne is not the solution to our problems."

You looked at him, uncertainty flickering in your eyes as you processed his words. "But you love her, don't you?" you questioned softly, a hint of sadness in your tone.

Brandon's gaze softened as he met your eyes, his voice filled with sincerity. "I thought I did, once," he admitted quietly. "But that was before I met you."

You looked at him, disbelief written all over your face. "But how can that be?" you questioned, confusion evident in your voice. "I'm nothing like Marianne. I'm not beautiful, or charming, or witty."

Brandon reached out to you, gently cupping your face in his hands as he met your gaze with unwavering determination. "You may not be Marianne, but you are everything to me," he replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "You are kind, compassionate, and brave. And who says you're not beautiful? You are simply stunning."

You push Brandon's hand away, your heart heavy with disbelief and self-doubt. "You don't know what you're talking about," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just a crazy woman, Colonel. You shouldn't waste your time on me."

But Brandon refuses to back down, his eyes filled with sincerity as he reaches out to you once more. "It doesn't matter if you're crazy or not," he insists, his voice unwavering. "You're my wife, don't you see? I want you, all of you."

You shake your head in disbelief, unable to comprehend his words. "But why?" you question, your voice trembling with uncertainty. "Why would you want someone like me?"

Brandon's expression softens as he looks at you, his gaze filled with warmth and affection. "Because you're you," he replies simply, his voice filled with conviction. "You're kind, and compassionate, and brave. And I... I think I'm falling in love with you."

You stare at him in shock, unable to believe what you're hearing. "But Marianne..." you begin, your voice trailing off as you struggle to find the right words.

Brandon interrupts you gently, his voice filled with understanding. "Marianne sent me letters, asking me to visit her," he admits quietly. "But I refused, because... because of you. I want to explore this love, this connection that I feel with you. Marianne is not the solution to our problems. You are. Give me an occupation, [Your Name], or I shall run mad.”

Tears fill your eyes as you look at him, the weight of his words sinking in. "I don't deserve you," you whisper, your voice barely audible as you turn away from him.

But Brandon refuses to let you retreat into your self-doubt, reaching out to you and gently turning you back to face him. "It doesn't matter," he insists, his voice filled with determination. "It doesn't matter if you think you're not worthy of love. Because to me, you're everything."

You meet his gaze, your heart aching with longing and uncertainty. "But what if I have another episode?" you question hesitantly, your voice tinged with fear.

Brandon's expression softens, his hand reaching out to gently caress your cheek. "Then we'll face it together," he replies softly. "I'll be by your side, every step of the way. Because you're not alone, [Your Name]. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

You look away, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. The weight of Brandon's words hangs heavy in the air, his vulnerability laid bare before you. You want to say something, to reassure him of your feelings, but the words catch in your throat, choked by the fear and uncertainty that have plagued you for so long.

Brandon waits patiently for you to speak, his gaze searching yours for any sign of understanding. But when you remain silent, a defeated look crosses his features, his shoulders slumping in resignation.

"Maybe... maybe it's you who doesn't love me," he murmurs softly, his voice filled with a hint of desperation.

You feel a pang of guilt at his words, a surge of emotion welling up inside you as you struggle to find the courage to speak. But then, before you can stop yourself, the words spill from your lips in a rush of emotion.

"No, Christopher, it's not that," you interject, your voice trembling with emotion. "I love you. How could I not, after all the kindness you've shown me? There aren't enough stars in the sky to quantify how deeply I've fallen for you."

You pause, taking a shaky breath as you gather your thoughts. Weeks ago, when you overheard Brandon referring to you as a necessary burden, it had shattered your heart. You had never wanted to be seen as a burden to him, but your madness seemed to make it unavoidable.

"But I know that I can't make you happy," you continue, your voice barely above a whisper. "But Marianne... she's young and beautiful. She'll have a much better chance of giving you children and making you happy. And the employees will like her. It will be better that way. I will no longer be a burden to you."

Tears fill your eyes as you speak, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air. You know that this is your destiny, to fade into the background, with only the stars for company.

Brandon listens to you in silence, his expression unreadable as he processes your words. When you finish speaking, he reaches out to you, gently wiping away your tears with his thumb.

"You are not a burden, [Your Name]," he whispers softly, his voice filled with conviction. "And I don't want anyone else. I want you, just as you are. Marianne may have her charms, but she's not you. And I love you."

You look up at him, disbelief written all over your face. "But why?" you question, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

Brandon smiles tenderly at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Because you're you," he replies simply, his voice filled with sincerity. "And that's all I need."

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[ragazza-whintigale]

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖊𝖑 𝕰𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

( + ᴹᴵᴺᴼᴿᴱ ʸᴬᴺᴰᴱᴿᴱ ᴾᴸᴬᵀᴼᴺᴵᶜᴼ ᴹᴬᴿᴵᴬᴺᴺᴱ ᴱᴰᴱᴺᵛᴱᴿᴿᴱ)

𝔒𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞 ➵ Into the light, once again

𝔄𝔳𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔷𝔢 ➵ Comportamento yandere, yandere platonico Marianne, viaggio nel tempo, morte, menzione di torture, manipolazione, Avvelenamento, Minacce di morte, tentato Suicidio, omicidio, veleno, Mc mentalmente instabile, Marianne bara costantemente, possibile parte 2.

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢 ➵ 8184

⟢𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 / 𝚂𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚘 ⟣

C’è voluto del tempo, più di quanto pensavi in realtà, ma alla fine sei arrivata alla conclusione che: non è un sogno. Risvegliarti nella tua stanza di quando eri solo una giovane debuttante, con i chiari ricordi di qualcosa che era successo ma che nessuno ricordava, poteva essere un sogno…

…Ma non  lo era. 

Questo sotto certi versi era ironico. Avevi commesso qualcosa, che a occhi sconosciuti, ti avrebbero fatta diventare la cattiva della storia, se mai questa fosse stata una storia, eppure hai comunque una seconda possibilità. Quel genere di possibilità che poteva rivelarsi un bene e un male, un arma a doppio taglio. Una peccatrice a cui era stata data una possibilità di redenzione. O una possibilità di Vendetta, ma faceva davvero differenza tra le due cose? Non quando avevi avvelenato con successo il tuo fidanzato - non che futuro imperatore - e tra la lista dei possibili colpevoli tu non eri nemmeno compresa. Troppo innocua o troppo stupida? Non ne avevi idea, ma ridere alla frustrazione delle principesse e dei principi preoccupati per il fratello non deve avergli dato molti dubbi. Avevi tutto il diritto di fare quello che hai fatto! Non eri una pedina in mani crudeli, non eri un pezzo di argilla da modellare a loro piacimento e tanto meno una marionetta nelle mani di un giocattolaio. Eri tratta con sufficienza. Un ridicolo pezzetto di un piano molto più complesso.

Hai fatto diversi test per provare che tutto questo era reale, che sei tornata indietro e non era un sogno. Hai cercato vecchie cicatrici che ti eri procurata per alleviare lo stress della competizione al trono o che ti erano state fatte successivamente al tuo attentato. Hai Indagato su alcune situazioni che ricordavi fossero accadute, realizzando che altre che ricordavi lontanamente fossero appena accadute. Una certa contessa non era incinta di un figlio bastardo, anzi non era proprio sposata con il marito che avrebbe tradito. Nessun cavaliere era stato giustiziato ingiustamente e nessuna storia d’amore tra un qualche mago e una popolana che sarebbe diventato un romanzo apprezzato in tutto l’Impero. Ma soprattutto nessuna cicatrice di tutti gli abusi che avevi subito gli ultimi mesi prima di morire, e il principe Rakial era vivo. Maledettamente vivo e non in pericolo di vita, come lo avevi lasciato. Forse la prova più tangibile l’ultima.

Sei palesemente tornata indietro nel tempo, non sai come o perché. Ma hai deciso comunque crederci. Anche se sarebbe era stupido da parte tua non crederci a prescindere. Non quando maghi talentuosi abitavano tutto l’Impero, sotto la guida della famiglia Imperiale. Ti sei assicurata infine di capire in che anno eri… 5 anni e qualche mese prima della tua morte. Era già qualcosa immaginavi, contando che, per quello che potevi ricordare, Rakial ci aveva messo molto tempo a notarti. Non come se l'avesse fatto davvero a tuo parere. In realtà eri certa che fosse semplice evitare di avere a che fare con loro. Sarebbe bastato stargli lontano, e evitare sua sorella minore, forse il tuo vero ostacolo in realtà o così l’avevi sempre vista. Marianne era in qualche modo coinvolta in tutto quello che era successo, ma non sapevi fino a che punto lo fosse. Sia riguardo alla tua fine che agli strani eventi che hanno coinvolto Edervenne e Elmir. Non hai nemmeno dubbi sulla sua implicazione nella tua fine, e hai sospettato fino all’ultimo che lei avesse incastrato la principessa Alissa e in qualche modo il essere una specie di Santa ti ha solo aiutato a sospettare anche di più. Lo sapevi anche quando ti avevano assicurato che non era così e che era crudele da parte tua dare la colpa alla vittima. Ma nessuno sospetta mai della vittima, d'altronde. Sarebbe stata una mossa astuta da parte sua. Hai ignorato tutti e non avevi decisamente tutti i torti. Solo che nessuno ti avrebbe comunque riconosciuto per questo.

Il piano completo - non molto strutturato in realtà, niente di complicato - prevedeva che tu non avessi contato con nessuno dei due fino a che non avessi trovato un altro modo per fuggire. Il che avrebbe potuto significare un fidanzamento fuori Edenverre o avere un ruolo come ambasciatore per conto di Edenverre in un altro luogo. Elmir era conosciuto per essere un luogo molto pacifico, anche se dubitavi ci saresti mai andata, sapevi di un conflitto tra Elmir e Edervenne che sarebbe diventato intenso in futuro. 

Hai incrociato le braccia quasi senza pensarci, senza badare a qualsiasi etichetta potesse esserci.  Secondo quello che potevi ricordare il motivo del tuo fidanzamento con Rakial è una sorta di apparenza sociale. Dopo la morte di Alissa, Rakial ha perso influenza e di conseguenza, per rafforzare il potere, che ha preso la decisione di fidanzarsi con la figlia dell'ambasciatore di Vandrova. Tu.  Non potevi sapere se funzionava davvero così o avrebbe dovuto sposare una principessa da Vandrova. Anche se non ci eri mai stata si dice che le principesse hanno un aspetto magnifico e fuori dal comune. Parenti delle fate si chiacchiera a Edervenne, anche se ne dubitavi fortemente, ma li hai lasciati parlare. Non avevi un gran motivo per imbarcarti in un'impresa così inutile.

Hai sospirato di sollievo e  con ancora un filo di controllo in corpo, hai lasciato scendere le braccia in una posizione più comoda ed elegante. Nessuno sembra accorgersene. Per tua fortuna durante tutta la sera sei riuscita a non farti notare, o semplicemente incontrarli. E’ stato relativamente semplice. Marianne era circondata costantemente di troppe attenzioni preoccupate per la sua salute, per notarti tra la folla in cui ti sei mescolata. Invece Rakial era troppo indifferente e impegnato a parlare con qualcuno per accorgersi di una qualsiasi nobildonna, in mezzo ad altre qualsiasi nobildonne. 

Se Selene fosse stata anche solo un pò dalla tua parte ti avrebbe concesso di non essere notata. Speravi disperatamente lo fosse anche se non è la vendetta che stai cercando.

Hai rigirato il bicchiere tra le tue dita  annoiata dalla conversazione, non ricordavi nemmeno come e quando sei riuscita a mescolarti a questa manica di pettegole. Non potevi negarlo di esserlo anche tu, ma quello di cui parlavi tu era qualcosa di diverso; Niente coppie, niente matrimoni e niente adulazioni a giovani nobili. Sul serio non potevi parlare di Aconito come se fosse un qualsiasi vino costoso? Credi di no. Soprattutto ora. Da come hai registrato, Alissa è già stata giustiziata da quasi 3 mesi e parlare di qualcosa come veleno - anche se non era quello che era stato usato - non era un’idea molto saggia. Si stavano ancora cercando persone sospette e coinvolte nell'incidente. E poi questa festa era in onore di Marianne che si era rimessa, quindi avresti rovinato solo l’atmosfera, attirando le attenzioni che volevi evitare.

❝ E voi Lady (nome)? ❞ ❝ mmh? scusatemi ero distratta…❞ Ti sei destata dai tuoi pensieri con un'apparenza imbarazzata. I loro sguardi chiamavano una risposta. Non pensavi fossero interessate a te in quanto persona, ma solo come punto di un futuro pettegolezzo. ❝ Beh… avete un anno più di sua altezza il principe Rakial, eppure non avete nemmeno un interesse.❞ Da quando i principi venivano usati come metodi di misurazione dell’età? Comunque avevi quasi due anni di differenza da lui, solo 4 mesi Ti impedivano di completare l’anno. Scandisci la voce con una leggera tosse. ❝ Oh beh… penso di non aver trovato ancora qualcuno con cui condividere la vita… e poi da dove viene mia madre, è normale iniziare il corteggiamento in una così tarda età.❞ Hai ridacchiato in modo fin troppo finto per essere credibile, ma le altre dame ci sembrano essere cadute. Non ti sembravano molto sveglie in effetti.

❝ Giusto, vostra madre non è di Edenverre! ❞ Disse una ❝ Si dice che condividete molti tratti della sua città natale.❞ Un’altra non poco distante aveva continuato il discorso della precedente colpite dal stesso entusiasmo. Anche se era vero. Tu somigliavi più a qualcuno di Vandrova, che di Edenverre. E così ti stava bene. Il discorso era scivolato via con facilità mentre qualcuno citava di essere stata a Vandrova. Tu non ci sei mai stata e non avevi un spiccato interesse nel andarci nell’immediato futuro, se mai non fosse l’unica soluzione per sfuggire al tuo imminente declino.

Hai ripreso ad ignorare oziosamente la conversazione, spostandoti ogni tanto con il gruppo per prendere da bere, o semplicemente per appartarvi, parlando per qualche breve istante, solo per rispondere alle domande delle più curiose. Per il momento eri riuscito a manovrare i movimenti affinché non incontrassi nessuno dei due. In ogni caso non è così difficile evitarli, Rakial non lasciava mai i pressi del palco dedicato ai reali - ci sei stata seduta molte volte nelle tua vita precedente. - Mentre Marianne, sempre accompagnata da qualcuno, proclamava  dolci lodi a qualcosa che non ti eri curata di ascoltare. Non che in ogni caso fossi rimasta così vicina abbastanza allungo da sentirlo. A volte li perdevi di vista, persi  in mezzo alla folla danzante e alle grandi colonne decorate. Forse avresti dovuto fare più attenzione, ti ricordavi a mente, sarebbe stato spiacevole incontrarli.

Qualcuno strattona il tuo complesso di strati di tulle e seta color panna. Un colore anonimo, il più anonimo ed elegante che hai trovato. Abbassi lo sguardo, con l’intento di rimproverare il  bambino impertinente e fuori controllo che forse ti aveva notata. Ma che poi avresti cacciato con la scusa di essere impegnata. Solo che in quel momento il bambino fastidioso sarebbe stato davvero molto meglio del grazioso viso minuto di Marianne. Hai allargato gli occhi mentre ti afferra la mano che ti era caduta istintivamente al fianco. Una catena. Questo poteva sembrare in questo momento mentre non accenna a spostarla. Una sorta di promemoria del passato - o del futuro? - che ti era impresso addosso. Sentivi un mucchio di farfalle volare nelle tue orecchie e facevano un sacco di rumore, no aspetta, erano persone. Tante persone, una folla di persone. Tutte che guardavano dalla vostra parte, entrambe. Tu e Marianne. Parole soffocate su qualcosa come ‘essersi affezionata?'. No no no no. NO.

❝ Buona Serata Lady (nome), state bene? Perché siete qui tutta sola? ❞ ❝ Non sono-❞ Ti sei voltata ed effettivamente eri sola, chissà da quanto tempo. ❝ Sembrate pallida va tutto bene?❞ Hai posato di nuovo il tuo sguardo su Marianne che ora sorrideva ❝ Se volete posso tenervi io compagnia!❞ Non era una domanda, per quanto potesse suonare come tale. C’è voluto qualche minuto prima che tu potessi mettere insieme qualcosa di sensato e anche solo vagamente formale, distante ed educato.❝ Sarebbe per me un onore ricevere la compagnia di vostra altezza, ma non vorrei annoiarvi o ancora peggio sforzarvi. Ho sentito che vi siete appena rimessa.❞ Marianna teneva ancora stretta la tua mano - che non dava segni di voler lasciare - mentre pensava attentamente a quello che avevi detto. Non potevi scappare, non che lei volesse che tu scappassi era palese da come teneva la catena sua mano sulla tua. Ti sentivi come in quei giorni  in prigione, aspettando inesorabile il giudizio che precede una fine lugubre. Il fiato veniva a mancare quasi come se il tuo corpo avesse deciso che era meglio morire, che finire nelle loro mani. Se non fossi così intenzionata a sopravvivere gli avresti dato anche ragione.

La principessa pensò per un attimo a cosa dire, mentre giocava incurante con le dita della tua mano più grande, rispetto alla sua. Dava la strana impressione che volesse rivelare qualcosa che teneva segreto e che solo tu avessi dovuto sapere. Un piano forse. Ma dubitavi sarebbe successo in mezzo a tutta questa folla di gente. ❝  In realtà io stavo cercando proprio te…❞ Hai sentito il cuore affondare, la consapevolezza di non averlo predetto ti ha colpito in pieno.  ❝ma sembra quasi ti stessi nascondendo.❞ Un brillante sorriso sostituì l’espressione di dubbio. Ti sei d’attratto accorta che ti aveva chiamata per nome nome prima. Eppure non vi eravate incontrate prima. Anche se era stata lei a presentarti a Rakial nella tua vita precedente, sarebbe comunque dovuto accadere tra un anno e mezzo rispetto ad adesso. Ma hai liquidato tutto in un certo senso, attutendo la tua paranoia con l’intuizione che c’era sempre stato un piano più complesso dietro. Nella scorsa vita ti aveva fatta entrare in campo nel momento più opportuno per lei.

❝ Ma immagino sia solo perché eravate con quelle signorine.❞ Disse e si sporse per guardare le nobildonne con cui eri prima. Stanno ancora chiacchierando ancora animatamente dall’altra parte della sala. Non sembra si siano accorte della tua mancanza. Ti sei maledetta per non essere stata abbastanza attenta da stare al loro passo, di esserti distratta, e di aver sottovalutato questa bambina demoniaca. ❝ Marianne dove sei finita??? ❞ Riconosci la voce bassa e fredda, anche se non molto controllata. Hai cercato di allontanarti ma la mano di Marianne te lo ha impedito. Non capivi come questa bambina ancora parzialmente in convalescenza potesse essere così forte. O sei tu ad essere diventata più debole tutto in un momento. ❝ Sono qui fratello. ❞ Rakial appare con la sua espressione preoccupata. Se non fossi così contraria alla loro presenza o non li trovassi colpevoli della tua fine, come quella di Alissa, avresti potuto dire che erano carini. Ma tu eri ancora ovviamente contraria a loro. 

Rakial si fermò per vedere come Marianne stava sorridendo e un respiro lasciò le sue labbra. ❝ Sono spiacente lady…  ❞ ❝ (nome)! ❞ Non sei stata tu a completare la frase, e anche se avessi voluto non ne hai avuto il tempo, Marianne ti ha preceduto. ❝ Si certo. Sono spiacente Lady (nome), per aver attirato tanta attenzione così ingiustamente su di voi.❞ Non  era la prima volta che lo faceva, solo che nessuno lo poteva ricordare apparte te e tu non eri disposta realmente a perdonarlo. Soprattutto quando sembrava il vero intento Marianne metterti al centro di qualsiasi attenzione indesiderata, a maggior ragione quando quella sembrava un modo per affiliarti a loro. Tutti in quel momento avrebbero potuto fraintendere, e l’unica cosa che ti sarebbe rimasta da fare sarebbe continuare a fingere che ti stesse bene stare con loro. 

Dovevi evitarlo!

Attualmente il modo migliore era liquidare la conversazione nel modo più distaccato possibile, come se la loro presenza non fosse quella di due reali. ❝ Non c’è bisogno delle vostre scuse nei confronti di una umile ragazza. Sono io a dovermi scusare per aver rubato il tempo vostro, e della principessa.❞ Una punta di delusione si accese negli occhi di Marianne e forse non sembrava aspettarsi quel genere di risposta. Non avevi avuto incontri del genere con loro nelle tue vite passate, erano solo piombati all’improvviso nella tua tranquillità un giorno come tanti, senza che tu potessi prevederlo. Ma nemmeno visto sotto questo punto di vista e con le conoscenze che avevi adesso, avresti risposto come oggi a quel tempo, troppo ignara.

❝ Fratello penso che dovremmo invitare Lady (nome) a bere qualcosa con noi, infondo l’ho disturbata io. ❞ Non aveva lasciato la tua mano nemmeno quando aveva preso quella del fratello nella sua. Recitando un ultimo disperato tentativo di tenerti lì abbastanza tempo da far comprendere la tua importanza. Rakial ha guardato intensamente come la piccola mano di Marianne si aggrappava alla tua e come tu, in realtà, ti comportassi come se non lo stesse facendo. C’era qualcosa di famigliare, ma lo ha lasciato andare subito dopo, tanto che non sei riuscita a percepirlo nemmeno. ❝ Non ne vedo la necessità, vostre alte-❞ ❝ Sono io ad insistere questa volta. State molto a cuore a mia sorella quindi non vedo perché non concedere il beneficio del dubbio.❞ Ti sei sentita un giocattolo nelle mani di inquieti giocattolai… Ma forse se avessi resistito il tempo di un drink ora non avresti dovuto più rivederli in futuro. Ti sei annotata mentalmente di chiedere ad Uriel di darti qualcosa per simulare sintomi di un’influenza. Debole e malata non saresti stata più inclusa nel cerchie di quei due.❝ Anche se temo che una festa non sia il luogo ideale. Posso offrirle un the la settimana prossima. Marianne li adora.❞ Tu no invece, tu avevi iniziato ad odiarli proprio perché piacevano a quei due. Marianne annui fragorosamente, dimenticandosi per qualche istante che tu avevi cercato di allontanarti emotivamente da entrambi solo un attimo fa. ❝ Si si~ Mi piace molto come idea! ❞ ❝ Allora così sia.❞ Non hai avuto voce in capitolo per fermare tutto ciò. La tua mente si è maledetta per l'ennesima volta per la tua distrazione e semplicemente hai pensato a un altro piano. Dovevi solo far fallire il the party giusto?

Il tuo piano era fallito ancora prima che potesse iniziare davvero. 

Non è passata neppure una festa a corte prima che tu fossi tirata nei piani di Marianne e nelle lotte di potere di Rakial. Eppure quello che avevi desiderato era semplice: fuggire. Ma forse non sarebbe stato possibile per te, in questa vita come in quella precedente. Non ti è stato possibile rinunciare ad incontrarli a quel thé che la principessa aveva organizzato. Marianne, Rakial e tu. Speravi che se ne sarebbero dimenticati, poteva capitare e tu di certo non ne avresti fatto una tragedia né ti saresti premurata di ricordarglielo. Ma l’invito ufficiale è infine arrivato e quindi non ti è stato possibile dimenticarlo o ignorarlo. Pensavi che il tuo tono scortese e irragionevole avrebbe fatto desistere la curiosità di Marianne nei tuoi confronti o semplicemente eliminare le tue possibilità come consorte o imperatrice a corte. Ma neppure quello era servito, le parole e spiegazioni di Marianne avevano dato un diverso significato alle tue azioni, comportamenti e parole. Niente è stato compreso come lo hai pensato e Rakial ha espresso solo il desiderio di avere un nuovo incontro, questa volta privato con te. Persone mature vi aveva definite. Se essere matura implica più incontri con lui avresti rinunciato ad esserlo. Ma poi  sono arrivati sempre più inviti e lo stupore degli abitanti del ducato svanì come era arrivato, lasciando solo spazio a Felicità. Eri riuscita ad attirare la benevolenza della famiglia Imperiale portando prestigio di conseguenza anche al Marchesato, e poi alla vicina Vandrova. La maggior parte erano eventi  a cui tu non eri invitata - o interessata -, incontri con altri membri della famiglia imperiale, dove questi ultimi sembravano apprezzare la tua presenza, una semplice giornata in privato con il principe o occasionalmente Marianne. 

Poi un giorno, non particolarmente grigio  e non particolarmente allegro, ti aveva chiesto di parlare. Solo tu, lui e L’imperatore. Un odore di delusione si era mescolato alla disperazione e alla rassegnazione che non avevi possibilità di fuggire da questo. ❝ Vieni cara, accomodati.  ❞ Il salotto era accomodante ma non accogliente come avresti pensato, e il tono di voce dell’imperatore aveva più o meno lo stesso effetto solo molto peggio. Non c’erano posti in cui tu potevi  sederti per stare lontana da Rakial e la disposizione accurata del servizio da the suggeriva che saresti stata vicino a lui. Ti sei seduta con un leggero malumore che nascondi per quello che riesci. Rakial prende un sorso di the con quell’espressione di chi finalmente riesce ad avere il controllo di qualcosa. Come se per la prima volta dopo una vita intera, qualcosa andasse per il verso giusto. Come era stato deciso e programmato.

❝ Non è molto tempo che frequenti il palazzo, vero? ❞ Hai spostato lo sguardo sull’uomo quando ha iniziato a parlare e ti sei trovata a concordare con la sua affermazione, anche se tu non l'avevi mai desiderato. E non sei stata neanche desiderosa di ampliare la cosa anche nella tua vita precedente ❝ Esatto vostra Maestà. ❞ Lui rise alla tue parole distanti e formali. ❝ Penso che dopo oggi tu possa far cadere le formalità, (nome) cara…❞  Lo avevi previsto arrivare, non eri una persona così ignara dopo tutto, ma ti ha spiazzata ugualmente. ❝… Vorrei un fidanzamento immediato da te e Rakial. ❞ Hai stretto i tessuti della gonna morbida che scivola ancora delicatamente lungo le tue gambe. Smetti solo quando la mano del principe si è posata sulla tua per frenare un qualsiasi attacco che avresti avuto successivamente. 

❝ Ma so anche delle tradizioni di Vandrova, quindi ho chiesto già in precedenza la vostra mano a vostro padre.❞ Non eri una che seguiva le tradizioni ma questo non ti ha impedito di farglielo credere, ovviamente. Il periodo di corteggiamento a Vandrova era qualcosa di serio e iniziava l’interesse dall’uomo fino alla richiesta della mano della futura sposa, questo processo durava circa qualche mese se non anni in molti casi e avvolte la sposa poteva esserne inconsapevole. Decisamente non lo hai visto arrivare, ma come potevi aspettarti che volessero procedere alla maniera di Vandrova.  Infondo calcolando il tempo che avevi passato dal tuo vero primo incontro in questa vita con Rakial non erano passati molti mesi. Quindi era qualcosa già programmato. Il vostro incontro a quel ballo era programmato, e avresti giurato che anche nel tua vita passata fosse programmato.❝ Non capisco, vostra Maestà. Cosa ci avete visto in me. Infondo avrebbe più vantaggi per il paese a sposare una principessa di Vandrova e non una comune nobildonna.  ❞ L’imperatore non si fermò e prese un sorso della bevanda ambrata che gli era stata servita. ❝ Non è qualcosa che ti deve preoccupare. Abbiamo già preso accordi con Vandrova.❞

Giusto. 

Il fatto che tu avessi cambiato vita non voleva per forza dire che loro sarebbero cambiati. Come allora, nemmeno adesso ti avrebbero detto quale era l’intento reale. ❝In ogni caso, sarà organizzata una cerimonia per annunciare ufficialmente il fidanzamento… ❞ Hai smesso di ascoltare persa nei tuoi pensieri. Hai annuito forse occasionalmente. Hai rimescolato i pensieri varie volte negli ultimi mesi. Niente che tu avevi progettato sembrava funzionare. Una sensazione di insensibilità ti percosse le braccia, e poi tutto il resto del corpo. Ogni speranza stava lentamente svanendo. Non eri riuscita a cambiare niente, eri esattamente allo stesso punto della prima volta, solo prima del previsto e con la consapevolezza di quello che sarebbe successo.Niente di quello che suggeriva Uriel, e niente di quello che proponevi ad Uriel sembrava funzionare. Tutto  questo sembrava solo sempre più prevedibile a Marianne e al resto della sua famiglia  che sventava tutto e ti gettava sempre più verso Rakial, che a sua volta sembra infatuato dalla tua sola presenza. Sarebbe stato troppo chiedere all’unica persona che era davvero tua amica di far qualcosa contro di Loro, in fondo era al loro servizio. Davvero non c ‘era nulla che tu potessi fare per fuggire…

❝ Rimani qui vado a prenderne un altro. ❞ Rakial ti ha passato il suo  calice di vino chiaro, leggermente rosato, forse qualcosa di più tendente al lilla. Un misto di frizzante con profumo di fiori, che sapevi non essere  normale.  Non era di certo qualcosa che poteva piacere a qualcuno come Rakial. No. Eri certa che non gli piacesse, lo aveva fatto intuire chiaramente in passato e nella tua scorsa vita. Non era decisamente normale, questo era più simile all’odore di un veleno così familiare che potevi quasi esserne compiaciuta. Hai visto una certa ironia, il veleno che avevi usato anticamente per cercare di ucciderlo era dentro il suo bicchiere che ora era nelle tue mani.

Aconito.

Non ricordavi che avessero mai attentato alla sua vita in questo modo, o lo avevano nascosto bene o semplicemente non era mai accaduto in origine. Ma non fa alcuna differenza domandarselo, solo tu possedevi ricordi della vita passata quindi anche se lo avessi chiesto nessuno ti avrebbe dato credito al tuo farneticare. Forse saresti solo considerata pazza o delirante, o ancora avrebbe attribuito la colpa allo stress per l’organizzazione del fidanzamento. Hai fatto girare il liquido all’interno del bicchiere con mosse casuali pensando a cosa farne. Era fuori discussione che lo avvertissi, saresti stata classificata nel problema, e di certo non saresti riuscita a scambiarlo senza che sospettasse qualcosa o che sospettasse di te in generale . Potevi rovesciarlo, ma era pericoloso anche per contatto. Quindi la cosa meno naturale ma la più plausibile per te era ingerirlo, ed è quello che hai fatto. Tutt’uno fiato, prima dell’arrivo di Rakial e Marianne. 

Secondo quello che potevi ricordare da quello che ti aveva detto Uriel, aveva un’azione abbastanza veloce, circa 30 minuti. Il che dava tutto il tempo a Uriel, sempre al fianco di Marianne, di evitare di intervenire per salvarti se mai l'avesse scoperto. Era il vostro patto, non vi sareste  messo i bastoni tra le ruote e vi sareste aiutate fino in fondo. Avrebbe creato uno scandalo? Ovviamente. Ne saresti uscita viva? Speravi di no. Ti sei ricomposta quando sono arrivati, ed hai solo finto che stessi guardando l'esibizione della violinista sul piccolo palco a margine della sala da ballo. Offri un sorriso di cortesia mentre Rakial ti parla ❝ Se avevi cosi sete potevi dirmelo ti avrei portato un altro bicchiere.❞ Quale comune figlia di un Marchese chiederebbe mai ad un principe di portarle da bere. Ma lui forse ti aveva semplicemente messa sul suo stesso piano da quando si era iniziato a parlare di un certo fidanzamento. 

❝ Non ce ne è bisogno.❞ Hai risposto il più educatamente e distantemente possibile. Probabilmente se avessi ingerito altri liquidi avresti rallentato il processo del veleno. Il tuo sguardo si posa brevemente su quello di Uriel che ti stava guardando come chi stava cercando qualcosa e un’espressione di consapevolezza lo colpì. ❝ Lady (nome) siete sicura di stare bene?❞ Uriel aveva iniziato a chiamarti con una tale distanza da quando hai iniziato a far parte delle cerchie di Marianne. Raramente siete riuscita a rimanere da sole quindi la normalità è diventato questa. La domanda del mago era sospetta, e forse era un campanello di allarme per i due reali. Erano passati più o meno 25 minuti da quando avevi ingerito il veleno, e sentivi già una certa fatica e difficoltà nel respirare, ma ti sembra di starlo nascondendo discretamente. Forse anche il tuo incarnato non aveva un bell'aspetto, dato che Rakial è impallidito quando passò da guardare il mago a te con un sguardo di terrore. ❝ Tutto bene, devo essere solo stan-❞ ❝ (Nome) parla.❞ Hai guardato il principe, come a dargli la colpa. Il tuo sguardo gli stava dando la colpa e lui forse stava arrivando alla soluzione senza che tu parlassi per forza. Ti sei sentita in colpa di avergli dato la soluzione. Non la meritava. Doveva sprofondare nella disperazione come avevi fatto tu.

❝ Ce ne andiamo. Abbiamo bisogno di un medico. ❞ Forse era comune per la famiglia imperiale rischiare la vita in questo modo, e da quello che potevi ricordare potevi confermarlo. Ed ora che hanno sventato per miracolo ‘ l’attentato’ nei confronti di Marianne tutto il protocollo per questo genere di attentati era decisamente più tempestivo. Ti sei allontanata e sentivi le tue gambe tremare, come se non riuscissi più a reggere il tuo stesso peso. Metti le mani avanti per allontanarlo, tutto gli avresti concesso ma toccarti era fuori discussione. Il solo pensiero ti aveva causato del ribrezzo. ❝ Vostra altezza ve l’ho già detto, sto bene. E’ solo stanchezza.❞ Hai fatto un passo indietro quando Rakial ne ha fatti due in avanti, questo è quello che le tue gambe ti hanno concesso nonostante il peso che sembravano portare di colpo. Nessuno nella sala sembrava accorgersi di quell’avvenimento e ti stava bene così. ❝ Non stai bene, devo portarti via. ❞ Lui non doveva fare proprio niente, non aveva nessun obbligo verso di te. Tu eri solo una sorta di dovere politico e non volevi essere trattata come se fossi una fidanzata o un’amante. ❝ (nome) ti prego ascolta il fratello.❞ Questa volta è stata Marianne ad intervenire, con quell’aria preoccupata, o era finta? Ogni sua espressione ti sembra finta o calcolata, quindi immaginavi non facesse eccezione nemmeno questa volta. Nemmeno quando tu eri in difficoltà, e non volevi il loro aiuto. 

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Ti senti delirante mentre la tua mente inizia a sfarfallare in mille tonalità diverse dalla realtà che sapevi di conoscere e ricordare, hai percepito  un brivido percorrere la tua spina dorsale. Tisei ripetuta che fosse normale, d’altronde avevi ingerito del veleno.❝ Vi ho già detto che sto bene! ❞ E’ arrivato il secondo principe che forse sembrava aver compreso che qualcosa non andava. Hai fatto un’altro passo indietro mentre Marianne spiega spaventata la situazione al secondo principe. Il passo successivo, più faticoso del precedente, è stato il tuo ultimo. Sei caduta a terra tremante, permettendo al principe di avvicinarsi senza difficoltà, o almeno quasi. ❝ FERMO DOVE SEI, NON TI AVVICINARE!!!❞Hai urlato disperata attirando inevitabilmente gli sguardi della sala, che piombò nel più gelido dei silenzi. Rakial si era avvicinato quasi del tutto, solo qualche metro lo teneva distante e incapace di aiutarti. Il suo sguardo mutò dalla preoccupazione alla fredda sorpresa. Hai tossito portando la mano alla bocca. Una sostanza viscosa ha bagnato la stessa mano e hai compreso il perché dello sguardo di Rakial. Hai sentito la tua mente scivolare e vibrare verso qualcosa di insensibile. Il bicchiere in vetro che tenevi in mano ti è scivolato dalla mano che ora era diventata altrettanto insensibile. Stavi lentamente cadendo nell’oscurità, riservi uno sguardo al principe che stava parlando. Non riuscivi a sentire quello che voleva dire, era tutto ovattato al punto che niente era udibile. Hai visto più persone intorno a te che volevano aiutarti. Non sei  riuscita a riconoscerli. 

Hai maledetto a bassa voce lo stordimento e il fischio in fondo alla tua testa man mano sempre più forte, fino a sparire nella tua mente. In realtà tutto è svanito in quella placida e confortevole oscurità oscurità.

Hai canticchiato al mago che entra nella tua stanza, o maga, non ti era chiaro, ma non aveva ugualmente importanza. Il tuo aspetto non era uno  dei migliori e i tuoi vestiti non erano tirati a lucido come i capelli e il trucco. Eppure a nessuno dei due poteva davvero importare. Ti sei unicamente permessa di essere felice di un viso amico. ❝ Oi (nome), hai finito di saltare le lezioni?? ❞ Non era il modo di riferirsi alla figlia di un Marchese ma a te non fa molta differenza. Non eravate mai stati nobile e mago, solo semplici amici. Getti la testa all'indietro e posi il tuo indice lungo e fino sotto il labbro inferiore. ❝  Non ero semplicemente interessata a quello che aveva da dire quella vecchiaccia❞ Una risata esce soave dalle labbra del mago e semplicemente ti porge un libro. 

I caratteri del titolo sono illeggibili a causa dell’usura. Il cuoio era nero e complicati intrecci dorati percorrono il dorso usurato . Forse anche il titolo una volta aveva lo stesso colore scintillante. Le pagine ingiallite erano costellate di segnalibri. Alcuni con colori vibranti, altri più polverosi, altri ancora erano dipinti di fiori esotici altri invece di erbe che non potevi riconoscere.❝ Cosa dovrei farci? ❞ ❝ Apri dove c’è quello nero.❞ Tra i vari colori c’è un solo segnalibro nero, l’unico in realtà, ma risaltava poco con il cuoio scuro della copertina. Hai preso lo spunto per aprirlo e vedere un misto di parole stampate con inchiostro - per lo più date - scritte quasi del tutto illeggibili e sbavate, e infine diverse immagini della stessa pianta, in fasi diversi della sua crescita e in diversi utilizzi. ❝ Aconito?❞ ❝ Già❞ Hai riflettuto attentamente dopo aver letto il titolo. Ti sei soffermata su ogni lettera per essere certa di aver letto bene. Hai cercato attentamente a cosa volesse dirti mostrandoti quelle pagine ❝ E cosa dovrei farci?❞ Forse lo stava aspettando, infatti i suoi occhi brillarono alla domanda. Con quell’eleganza che tanto lo caratterizzava spostó il libro in mezzo, indicando un disegno. Era fatto con inchiostro e quello che sembrava gesso colorato. Il fiore raffigurato era al massimo della sua fioritura e bellezza - come scritto brevemente nella descrizione. ❝ Beh, vedi cara futura marchesa, - cita sempre il tuo futuro titolo ogni volta che aveva qualcosa di grandioso da dire -  l’aconito è una pianta estremamente tossica per un essere umano, eppure estremamente comune qui a Edenverre… ❞ Non capivi ancora cosa voleva dirti, ti stava mostrando così casualmente una qualsiasi pianta nociva per lei, come per il mago e pretendeva che lei capisse. ❝ Uriel non mi piace quando generalizzi in questo modo. Parla chiaramente.❞ Il ragazzo rise e sposto il dito su una riga specifica del libro. Non aveva molto di straordinario, non era evidenziata da qualche segno e non aveva appunti ai margini che le spiegasse qualcosa che la facesse sembrare importante e difficile.

❝ L’aconito ha tossine che agiscono sul sistema nervosa, tuttavia è estremamente lento nell'agire e facile da riconoscere gli effetti… ❞ Iniziò a leggere le righe che aveva indicato, e il fatto che la stesse tirando per le lunghe ti stava innervosendo. ❝ …Ma se lavorata in un preciso modo, può diventare un veleno letale, senza molti sintomi visibili e difficile da rintracciare. ❞ Terminato di leggere, ha estratto una ampolla trasparente da una delle tasche della sua veste da mago. Sull'etichetta era scritto aconito con diversi disegni sbavati. Il vetro dell’ampolla era opaco ma si poteva ancora distinguere il colore lilla del liquido. Il tappo il sughero era sigillato a dovere con sostegni di cordicelle e quella che sembrava resina.❝ E il fato vuole che io sia riuscita a distillare quella pianta fino a renderla un veleno ancora più letale. Non è stato affatto semplice, sai? E solo tu lo sai! Ritieniti fortunata per questo, non tutti avrebbero questa fortuna.❞ Hai alzato un sopracciglio perplessa, non per le sue manie di protagonismo o per il suo ego smisurato, ma semplicemente per quello che ti ha presentata.❝ E con questo? Mi stai per caso dicendo che vuoi uccidermi? o che vorresti morire così un giorno? Non sei molto furbo se questo è il tuo scopo!❞ Un sorriso sghembo si aprì sulle tue labbra, alla sfacciata affermazione. Solo successivamente scoppiata a ridere insieme al ragazzo, dopo che lui ti aveva rimproverato per la tua scarsa fiducia in lui.

Il suo caschetto di capelli ruggine andò a coprirgli parzialmente il viso per le risate. Neanche il fermaglio posizionato su uno lati, era servito per impedire che succedesse e i suoi occhi corvini lacrimavano per lo sforzo, mentre la sua pelle olivastra assume tonalità rossastre. ❝  Davvero niente del genere. Ho solo pensato che se volessi uccidere qualcuno… potresti utilizzare questo così io saprei che sei stata tu e ti aiuterei a farla franca. E lo stesso se dovesse succedere a me.❞ Ti consegnò l’ampolla legata ad una cordina in metallo. Era una specie di ammonimento questa frase, come a prenderti in giro per la tua audacia sfiducia in lui, eppure tu lo avevi preso sul serio. Poi anche Uriel ha inizia a pensarla come una cosa seria. ❝ E va bene. Ma non pentirtene se dovessi uccidere il principe in persona.❞ ❝ Anche in quel caso ti proteggerei….

a proposito!❞ Ti sei allarmata quando si è alzato di scatto, serrando il libro e spingendolo sulle tue gambe. Inchioda i pugni ai fianchi per mettere in evidenza la nuova veste da mago, fluida e scura, decorata con dettagli preziosi e luminosi. ❝ Allora che ne pensi? Sono stato promesso a mago personale della Principessa Marianne.❞ Ricordavi quel nome, era una qualche figlia dell’imperatore che era stata trovata di recente e introdotta al castello imperiale. Per quanto ne sapevi aveva appena 8 anni, e aveva insoliti occhi dorati e capelli candidi, ma non sei davvero tipo da semplice gossip di corte. Avresti a mala pena ricordato i nomi dei principi e delle principesse, figuriamoci una comparsa dal nulla da qualche breve periodo.

Ogni membro della famiglia imperiale aveva diversi maghi che lavoravano sotto i loro stretti ordini. Ognuno un numero diverso al loro comando, dipendeva per lo più dall'importanza e la vicinanza al trono. Il principe ereditario -il più anziano tra i figli dell’imperatore- era quello che ne possedeva di più, anche se non si sentiva molto parlare di questo. Lo sapevi solo grazie alle chiacchiere della nobiltà più alta che incontravano i tuoi genitori e da questi ultimi.

❝ Sono stato proposto dal mio insegnante e sono stato preso. Sono il primo. ❞ Sembrava così orgoglioso che era quasi un peccato mandarlo giù dalla sua nuvola di fantasia. Hai riso quasi intenerita.❝ Primo e unico, è troppo indietro della linea successione per avere importanza per Imperatore. ❞ ❝ Almeno che non diventi una Santa, allora avrebbe un numero pari a quello del Principe Rakial❞ 

Ti sei voltata brevemente a guardarlo  e molte parole non dette potevano essere udite. Ha accennato per un motivo concreto questa volta. Non è una di quelle cose che ti viene da supporre tutti i giorni. Non tutti i giorni una principessa diventa una Santa e dubitavi fosse mai accaduto. ❝ Ha una fede solida, e inoltre… l’ho vista compiere dei gesti pari ad un miracolo.❞ Sei rimasta in silenzio guardando il ragazzo ❝ In più è stato provato che non è una maga. ❞ Poi hai guardato il libro. ❝ … Penso anche su una santa possa funzionare questo veleno no?❞ Hai riso e Uriel rimase basito sul tuo cambio precoce di argomento. Un rimprovero ti arrivò dal mago che proteggeva la principessa che avrebbe servito. Era il suo compito come suo mago farlo, eppure non era qualcosa di serio. 

Non avete più parlato di quello e hai nascosto l’ampolla di veleno, eri incurante che davvero ti avrebbe dato almeno un pò di soddisfazione nella tua vendetta.

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Ti sei svegliata con la testa che pulsa, e con la malinconia e il tradimento di un vecchio ricordo. Apparteneva alla tua vita precedente. Ne eri più che certa di questo, nonostante l’intrecciarsi di queste vite che ti ha portato confusione e uno strano rimescolamento di ricordi, tuttavia potevi ancora ricordare che non eri mai tornata  così indietro con la tua età questa volta. Hai lavorato duramente per cercare di trovare una posizione più comoda per i tuoi arti pensanti e doloranti solo per trovare difficile anche solo il pensiero di dover compiere un tale sforzo. Come se una decina di macigni  fossero stati posizionati su ogni parte del corpo per rallentare i tuoi movimenti. Estremamente doloroso. Anche il semplice aprire gli occhi era faticoso, ma hai ugualmente portato a termine l’azione. Il pensiero del veleno che avevi ingerito è ritornato come una maledizione e la sensazione dolce del liquido con il frizzante del vino persiste ancora in bocca, forse senti anche il sangue. Un secondo ti sei chiesta cosa fosse successo dopo essere svenuta. Come avessero fatto a salvarti, in che condizioni eri durante tutta la tua incoscienza. Rakial ha pianto per te o semplicemente ha ignorato il tuo malessere una volta che il pubblico si era dissipato? Non eri certa lo avresti ami scoperto veramente, ma ha comunque una sottile e indifferente importanza.

La stanza in cui eri, era buia, ma ancora si può intravedere dei raggi penetrare da qualche buco tra le tende spesse che coprivano le finestre. Non sei riuscita a riconoscere la stanza in sé, ma l’arredamento  costoso e antico dalle tonalità del blu reale e del bianco perlaceo ti hanno suggerito che era l’ala del castello riservata al principe ereditario. Negli ultimi anni della tua vita, prima di venire considerata colpevole, avevi soggiornato in questa ala  del castello. E per quanto puoi non avere una buona memoria quello stile era inconfondibile. Per qualche ragione ti sei sentita ancora più vulnerabile e ingabbiata. ❝ Ti sei svegliata finalmente!❞ Ha parlato qualcuno e hai semplicemente spostato lo sguardo sulla figura alla tua destra, senza la possibilità di completare qualsiasi altro movimento. Rakial, in uno stato disastroso e disordinata,  sedeva su di una sedia vicino al letto in cui eri adagiata. Il suo abbigliamento era lo stesso della festa solo mancava la giacca elegante e le medaglie ornamentali. ❝ Hai la minima idea di quanto mi hai fatto preoccupare. Io e Marianne!  ❞ Era sempre lei, lei e Rakiel, che riguardava, mai te direttamente ma ormai ci eri abituata ❝ Per fortuna quel mago è riuscito ad aiutarti…❞ Si mise le mani sui capelli in modo frustrato.

Era palese che si trattasse di Uriel. Da sempre era interessato ad argomenti macabri e atipici, ma forse era per quello che era riuscito ad essere riuscito ad essere riconosciuto come un grande mago. I suoi interessi e curiosità lo hanno portato a scoperte e progressi mai avvenuti prima. Questo in passato ha solo favorito la fama e il prestigio di Marianne. Già… Uriel era proprio una persona bella e straordinaria, e per quanto i fini di Marianne fossero macabri lui aveva mantenuto una certa integrità e fascino , ma non aveva comunque mantenuto la sua promessa. Ma la cosa ti era solo adesso. Ti sentivi tradita, tradita dall’unica persona di cui ti fidavi e che credevi non ti avrebbe mai consegnato alla famiglia imperiale. Ma forse il giuramento alla corona valeva più della vostra  lunga amicizia… 

…Poi hai realizzato. Una freccia che ti ha trapassato il cuore e l’orgoglio… È stato Uriel a mettere il  veleno nel bicchiere di Rakiel ma in realtà era sempre stato  destinato a te. È stato Uriel a salvarti per conto del principe, lasciando una buona impressione del vostro rapporto da fidanzati. Uriel aveva deciso che tu meritassi di stare in questa famiglia. Uriel ti aveva condannata a un ciclo infinito di dolore. Lui ti aveva indotto a ripetere questo destino. Non hai pianto, per quanto ne sentissi il bisogno, era qualcosa che ti è difficile fare e che non ti eri ancora abbassata fare. Il tuo più grande amico aveva deciso il tuo futuro al tuo posto, e non mettevi in dubbio che ci fosse Marianne dietro a tutto questo. ❝ Marianne era così preoccupata per te. Era qui fino a qualche minuto fa… ti vede già come una sorella. ❞

❝ Credi davvero che io sia così stupida da non averlo capito?❞

Ti sei coperta gli occhi con il braccio. Eri stanca fisicamente e mentalmente, e il veleno che dovevi ancora smaltire insieme alla sola presenza del principe aveva reso il tuo mal di testa solo più doloroso. ❝ Pensi che non sappia che siete stati voi a pianificare tutto questo? Forse non sei coinvolto direttamente, ma questo non ti tira fuori da tutto il resto.❞ Una risata amara arrivò al principe seduto ora sul bordo del letto a baldacchino, troppo vicino a te. Hai perso l’istante in cui si era spostato ma sospettavi fosse mentre evidenziava la preoccupazione di Marianne. Potevi soffocare se potessi, ma non ti lascerebbe morire in ogni caso. ❝ Voi di Edenverre siete tutti uguali…❞ Hai sempre preferito dimenticare che anche tu avevi sangue di Edenverre, per il bene tuo e della tua vendetta. ❝ Non so di cosa stai parlando (nome). Penso che l’effetto del veleno non sia ancora scomparso e che tu stia solo delirando. Chiamerò qualcuno per risolvere la cosa.❞ Hai riso un’altra volta, solo più forte. Rakial si è fermato sui suoi passi, quando aveva utilizzato la sua scusa per allontanarsi. ❝ Sai… tutto questo non sarebbe dovuto succedere… o almeno non adesso e non a me...❞ Quando il Principe si voltò per verificare il tuo stato effettivo, ti trovò seduta, le gambe al petto e la testa gettata all’indietro con lo sguardo rivolto al soffitto. Come in attesa di qualcosa, forse stai ancora cercando il modo migliore per dirlo, esiste davvero un modo giusto? 

Un lungo respiro lascia le tue labbra. Il dolore poteva sembra evaporare per qualche secondo, e poi ritornare quando ti sei fermata in quella nuova posizione. Ti sei dimenticata delle giunture e dei tendini rigidi e doloranti, del sangue che faceva fatica a circolare e del tuo respiro lento e affannato. Solo per un istante sentivi di avere un certo controllo. Sentivi di poterlo far sprofondare nella disperazione ma solo per un attimo. Quello racchiuso nella preoccupazione dei tuoi movimenti affrettati e improvvisi.❝ Allora io ti volevo morto… anzi ti voglio ancora morto…❞ continuavi  parlando senza davvero pensarlo ma a questo punto solo la verità ti avrebbe libera… speravi che ti odiasse e ti classificate come criminale oppure mettesse in esilio all’impero. ❝ Eri in fin di vita dopo che che ti avevo avvelenato con il medesimo veleno che ora circola nel mio corpo… ironico non trovate, vostra altezza… ❞ Le tue parole erano anch'esse piene di veleno e lo sguardo della persona che ora odiavi infinitamente di più, era su di te. Un insieme di timore e confusione. Una amara vendetta. 

Ecco forse il poter essere libera non ti bastava più o semplicemente perché sapevi di non poterlo avere. Ti sei rassegnata alla cruda realtà. Tu non saresti mai fuggita da lui. Da lui e da Marianne. Ora come ora la vendetta suonava in un modo decisamente più melodioso e possedeva un sapore più dolce e freddo di quanto potessi ricordare. Li avresti portati all’inferno con te. ❝ Aconito… Normalmente non sarebbe stato così difficile da individuare, ma distillato nel modo giusto può silenzioso e imprevedibile e molto più letale…❞ Tu eri viva per miracolo. Solo perché era stato Uriel a crearlo ed eri certa avrebbe creato anche un antidoto o un modo per fermare il veleno. Hai preso fiato, è difficile parlare in una linea scorrevole quando i tuoi polmoni non erano in grado di reggere anche solo una normale respirazione.. ❝ … Era il nostro codice. Lo avevamo deciso una volta. Non saremmo dovute intervenire l’una con l’altra, solo aiutarci a portarlo a termine.❞ Ti sei fermata e il sorriso insieme alla risata scomparvero con la stessa velocità con cui erano apparsi. Gli occhi sono freddi e indecifrabili, nessuno avrebbe mai potuto dire cosa stessi pianificando. Niente era leggibile nel tuo comportamento.

A questo punto Rakial doveva aver capito che si trattava del mago di Marienne. Gli aveva raccontato tutto, come gli era stato ordinato da Marianne, di questa promessa e che non sarebbe dovuto intervenire e nemmeno lei. Uriel aveva messo il veleno sotto ordine di Marianne e (Nome) lo aveva ingerito di sua volontà. Tuttavia Uriel aveva infranto questa strana promessa infantile e aveva seguito l’ordine datogli di salvarti. Ti sei voltata di scatto a guardarlo. La profondità del tuo sguardo lo colpì ancora di più. Infatuato e perso per la donna che lo voleva morto. Se ne avesse la possibilità e i mezzi lo avrebbe ucciso all’istante e ancora poteva trovarlo piacevole e intrigante. La sua fidanzata lo voleva morto, ironico e stupendo. Non era spaventato, solo sorpreso e affascinato. Ne voleva di più, non importa come. Non voleva distruggerla, sarebbe finito tutto così in fretta. La voleva per sé da amare e ammirare.  

❝ Se volete tenermi al vostro fianco bene! Ma sappiate che finché avrò vita in questo corpo, non diventerete Imperato e non avrete vita facile.❞

#x reader #yandere x reader #yandere manhwa x reader #yandere manhua #yandere into the light once again #yandere into the light once again x reader #yandere rakial #yandere rakial edenverre #yandere platonico marianne #yandere platonico marianne edenverre #yandere rakial x reader #yandere rakial edenverre x reader #yandere platonico marianne x reader #yandere platonico marianne edenverre x reader #rakial #rakial edenverre #Rakial x reader #rakial edenverre x reader #platonico marianne #platonico marianne edenverre

[bi-bard]

THE URGE TO WRITE FANFICTION ABOUT SALLY ROONEY CHARACTERS!!!

SPECIFICALLY, NORMAL PEOPLE!!!

#MARIANNE!!!!! #CONNELL!!!!! #UGHHHH #normal people #sally rooney #fanfiction #imagine #x reader #paul mescal #connell waldron #marianne sheridan #daisy edgar jones

[yanderehsr]

Could you do marianne with an outgoing reader?

Sure, Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Isolation

Marianne is introverted and a pushover, someone outgoing and extroverted would make her feel inferior, she kinda wanna prove herself worthy of you so she does anything you tell her, no questions asked.

Marianne loves to spend quiet time with you, just you and her, she knows you like big crowded areas of people but she just feels so uncomfortable, she wouldn't mind taking care of some animals with you tho.

If Marianne feels like you are about to leave her she will guilt trip you into staying, she would hold up a knife to her neck and tell you she will cut it if you don't stay, a life without you isn't one worth having. Problem is that this happens multiple times a month, Marianne gets paranoid when you spend time with others, sooner or later you will stop being around others, it just isn't worth it anymore, you have fallen into her trap, you only spend time with her, and that is how she likes it.

"I-I'll do it, y-you don't love me, not like I love you... oh so you do love me, that makes me so glad, you don't mind spending some time with me instead, do you"

#yandere #yandere fire emblem: three houses #yandere fe3h #yandere female #yandere marianne #yandere marianne x reader

[k1ngdom-of-thieves]

Golden Deer Masterlist

Claude Von Riegen

Poisoning a nobleman’s tea

Hilda Valentine Goneril

Relaxing during PE

Lorenz Hellman Glouster

Trying desperately to get bitches

Marianne Von Edmund

Making birdy friends

Lysithea Von Ordelia

Trying to get over her fear of ghosts

Ignatz Victor

Painting the best damn fruit basket that’s ever lived

Leonie Pinelli

Praising Jeralt for sneezing three times

Raphael Kirsten

Raiding the kitchens

#fire emblem three houses #fire emblem imagine #claude von riegan #hilda valentine goneril #lorenz hellman gloucester #leonie pinelli #lgnatz victor #lysithea von ordelia #marianne von edmund #fe3h #fe3h x reader

[frickingnerd]

Golden Deers Masterlist

Claude von Riegan

just one night - drabble

having a baby with claude von riegan - headcanons

being in a relationship with claude and hubert - headcanons

Lorenz Hellman Gloucester

lorenz crushing on a commoner - headcanons

Ignatz Victor

ignatz painting you - headcanons

Raphael Kirsten

raphael crushing on you - headcanons

Hilda Valentine Goneril

oversleeping & overworking - oneshot

hilda protecting you during battle- headcanons

Marianne von Edmund

first kiss with marianne - headcanons

Lysithea von Ordelia

sleepy study dates - oneshot

waiting for your letter - drabble

Leonie Pinelli

confessing to leonie pinelli - headcanons

#claude von riegan x reader #lorenz hellman gloucester x reader #ignatz victor x reader #raphael kirsten x reader #hilda valentine goneril x reader #marianne von edmund x reader #lysithea von ordelia x reader #leonie pinelli x reader #claude x reader #lorenz x reader #ignatz x reader #raphael x reader #hilda x reader #marianne x reader #lysithea x reader #leonie x reader #fire emblem #fire emblem x reader #x reader #claude von riegan #lorenz hellman gloucester #ignatz victor #raphael kirsten #marianne von edmund #lysithea von ordelia #hilda valentine goneril #leonie pinelli #fe claude #fe hilda #masterlist

[thatanimewriter]

FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES MASTERLIST.

✦ - fluff

❖ - angst

☼ - general (reader excluded)

☾ - suggestive

⛧ - crack

☁ - series

✼ - supporters only

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 + 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 /  𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  

── 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍.

reuniting after the time skip (✦, ❖)

── 𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐙 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑.

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── 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐃𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐃.

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── 𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐘𝐃.

male!s/o who is shy but extremely affectionate (✦)

── 𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐎.

retrouvailles (❖)

── 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒.

reuniting after the time skip (✦, ❖) male!s/o who is shy but extremely affectionate (✦) retrouvailles (❖)

── 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓.

male!farmer!reader wants to explore (✦)

── 𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐆.

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── 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐓 𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐕𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.

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── 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘.

male!farmer!reader wants to explore (✦)

── 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑.

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── 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃.

retrouvailles (❖)

#fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fire emblem three houses x reader #fe3h x reader #fire emblem three houses imagines #fe3h imagines #claude von riegan #claude von riegan x reader #claude von riegan imagines #ignatz victor #ignatz victor x reader #ignatz victor imagines #marianne von edmund #marianne von edmund x reader #marianna von edmund imagines #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x reader #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd imagines

[genuinerio]

OH, DARLING! ↠ 「 Jonathan Byers 」

Happy Stranger Things Day! New chapters are coming soon for both this story and the Steve Harrington one! Apologies for such a delayed update, had awful writer’s block but I’m back. Also, will be revising the previous chapters soon.

Profile of Marianne Wheeler.

ABOUT ↴

FULL NAME: MARIANNE ACACIA WHEELER.

NICKNAMES: MARY, ANNE, MARI. (friends and family), FEMINIST QUEEN OF HAWKINS. (fellow students and civilians)

PLACE OF BIRTH: HAWKINS, INDIANA.

DATE OF BIRTH: 5 DECEMBER 1967.

ZODIAC SIGN: SAGITTARIUS.

STATUS: ALIVE.

ORGIN: STRANGER THINGS.

OCCUPATION: STUDENT AT HAWKINS HIGH. (formerly), WORKS AT RECORD STORE. (currently)

RESIDENCE: HAWKINS, INDIANA. (currently)

SKILLS: OPEN MINDED, STRAIGHTFORWARD, SOCIAL, OUTGOING, INTELLIGENT.

STRENGTHS: ARTISTIC, CONFIDENT, BRAVENESS.

WEAKNESSES: REBELLIOUSNESS, PARTYING, CAN TEND TO HOLD A SELF DESTRUCTIVE FACADE AT TIMES.

HOBBIES: PARTYING, DRAWING, WRITING, PLAYING BASS GUITAR, HANGING OUT WITH FAMILY AND FRIENDS, FASHION, FEMINISM RIGHTS.

GOALS: TO DEFEAT THE DEMOGORGEN AND TO SAVE WILL. (ongoing), TO BECOME A PROFESSIONAL FASHION JOURNALIST. (ongoing).

FAMILY: KAREN WHEELER. (mother), TED WHEELER. (father), NANCY WHEELER. (younger sister), MIKE WHEELER. (younger brother), HOLLY WHEELER. (youngest sister), JOANNA. (cousin).

FRIENDS: JONATHAN BYERS. (current boyfriend, best friend), STEVE HARRINGTON. (best friend), ROBIN. (close friend), WILL BYERS. (like a brother), DUSTIN HENDERSON. (like a brother), LUCAS SINCLAIR. (like a brother), MAX MAYFIELD. (like a brother), ELEVEN. (like a sister), JIM HOPPER. (friend), JOYCE BYERS. (friend), BARB. (friend, deceased).

ENEMIES: BILLY HARGROVE. (former crush-by-on, deceased, formerly), TOMMY H. (former friend, currently), CAROL. (former friend, currently).

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: UNDETERMINED.

LOVE INTERESTS: JONATHAN BYERS. (eventual boyfriend, in love with), UNNAMED GUYS. (ex-boyfriends).

AFFILIATION: STRANGER THINGS TEEN GROUP.

FIRST APPEARANCE: THE VANISHING OF WILL BYERS.

LATEST APPEARANCE: THE PIGGYBACK.

FACE CLAIM: ZOEY DEUTCH.

FACTS ABOUT MARIANNE:

1. The meaning behind the name Marianne means “Graceful and beloved,” the name originates from Hebrew. She is named after famous musician, Marianne Faithfull.

2. Despite what others may believe, Marianne is quite opposite of her peers in the fact that she cares a lot for those that matter. She had taken Will Byers’s disappearance very seriously considering she understood that it could have been Mike had it not been Will and the fact that he is Mike’s best friend.

3. Marianne holds a closer bond to her siblings and is always there for them, she wants them especially Nancy and Mike to know that they can always come to her and she’d never judge.

4. The eldest Wheeler child holds a very similar taste in music as that of Jonathan’s. She enjoys listening to Joy Division, David Bowie, Led Zeppelin, The Beatles and The Rolling Stones.

5. Marianne believes that through her fashion style and writing is the best way that she expresses herself as it’s something that helps define herself and what she stands for.

6. As a child, she had harbored a somewhat crush on a close family friend and Will Byers’s older brother, Jonathan as the two had became good friends but eventually, grew apart and her crush on him ended once she became friends with Steve Harrington in Junior High.

7. People oftentimes confuse and mistake Marianne and Steve for being a couple which they both deny with seeing each other as solely friends and nothing more.

#stranger things #jonathan byers #stranger things oc #stranger things x oc #jonathan byers x oc #jonathan byers x oc! #stranger things x original character #stranger things x oc! #stranger things x wheeler!oc #jonathan byers x wheeler!oc #jonathan byers x wheeler!reader #jonathan byers imagine #stranger things imagine #jonathan byers fanfic #stranger things fanfic #jonathan byers fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #oc: marianne wheeler #my writing

[randoimago]

Patt 1 of 3 houses beach date request! May I please request Beach date headcanons for Petra, Marianne, and Hapi? Thanks.

Beach Date Headcanons

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Characters: Hapi, Marianne, Petra

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: Sure thing!!

Hapi

She doesn’t like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating. And it gets everywhere. And the sun is way too bright. The air is kind of humid from the heat and the combining ocean. It makes her hair all kinds of frizzy and she hates it.

Seriously hates the beach. Will try to set up an umbrella as far from the water as possible and lay on a chair while reading a book. 

No offense S/O, but a date at the beach is the worse idea you’ve had.

Hapi probably doesn’t know how to swim either. She’s lived underground most of her life or locked away so she’s never had the opportunity to learn how to swim, not that she particularly wants to.

Marianne

She hasn't been to the beach in a long, long time. Probably doesn't really have an opinion on it.

Marianne does find it relaxing and enjoys the sounds, but she misses her horse and the beach isn't great for horses.

Prefers to stay in the shade and talk with you. There's just a lot of bad things in the ocean and so she is a bit timid about getting in the water.

Might get close enough so the water touches her feet, but won't really go beyond that.

Petra

She thinks you took her here to spear fish. The ocean is full of good protein so she's happy to fish with you!

If you mention you're here to relax then she'll understand. The beach does have a nice atmosphere. The sounds are rather relaxing.

Would be happy for you to show her activities that you would do at the beach since she hasn't really done any.

Building Sandcastles are probably her favorite as it lets her be tactical with building the structure, but also let's her have fun.

#hapi x reader #marianne x reader #petra x reader #fe3h x reader #fire emblem x reader #fe3h hapi x reader #fe3h marianne x reader #fe3h petra x reader

[rotten-hearts-sharp-teeth]

WIP GAME!

Thank you @neet0 for the tag!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) 

Alone No Longer (my big project, Hellsing)

Holy Rod ( Hellsing)

Untitled Mermay ( a continuation of @nuclearforest 's siren AU)

Shared Frequencies (Malignant - Gabriel May x Reader)

Road Kill ( an oc x oc, slasher x final girl story created with @crooked-incisors )

Kill Zone Captive ( Reincarnage - Agent Orange x Reader)

I think the only mutual I haven't seen tagged in a version of this is @valuedabovehoardedgold but anyone is free to keep it going!

#wip ask game #wip game #ask game #hellsing #malignant #reincarnage #slasher x final girl #slasher x reader #ask away #werewolf #the captain #alexander anderson #barrett #briar #marianne dubois #the macbay mawler #steven locke #gabriel may #agent orange