#the villainess is a marionette

[otakuworks]

Hiiiiiii it's my first time asking, I really love ur genshin works and this may be a very huge request but I've been having a brainrot where Genshin men are in particular manhwa and the reader gets to be the protagonist.

My idea is Xiao as Duke Kedrey from Villainess is a Marionette, cuz he treasure his personal bubble and really is a strong warrior like Raphael.

Maybe Scara as Rezef, it's self explanatory lol

Or Childe as Jeremy Agriche from Roxana. He'll spoil his darling rotten and relationship can be quite toxic but still healthy nonetheless.

Or Kaeya as Heinrey from The Remarried Empress. They're both Casanovas and hot looking❤❤

Or Razor as Nine from Beware of the Villainess.

I know it's too much and you ignore this if you want if it's a bit overwhelming. But if you do, it's okay to not do all of it, I'll be satisfied even just with one. Thank you and have a great day!!!!

❛ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐖𝐀 𝐌𝐋. manhwa au

feat. Xiao, Scara, Childe, Kaeya, Bennett x GN!Reader | wc. 9.1Kaeya

disclaimer. if you haven't read any of these manhwas, don't worry, i won't spoil the story that much anyway. this fic will only be based on the manhwa and I'll try to explain it as the best I can do. and the first few bulleted paragraphs are the overview of the manhwa or the character.

note. this is genius level idea. thank you for requesting, i thoroughly enjoyed writing this prompt and reach 10k words lmao. I never got to write for razor 'cuz I still have to continue reading beware of the villainess but I do have an idea for bennett (my sec fav dps) in this prompt. i might do a part 2 with diluc who knows

cw. psychological, suggestive themes, yandere, childe

main m.list genshin m.list

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 / 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 as 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐘 !

Not a single soul in the Empire does not know the fierce infatuation you harbor for the young Duke Alatus of Kedrey Dukedom. From his stunning golden eyes and dark green hair, everywhere he goes demands spotlight.

Ever since you caught the sight of him in one of the balls you were attending, you clung onto him like a leech, always closing the proximity, writing letters, and initiating conversation with him in hopes he'll reciprocate your feelings

Every interaction fills you with contentment and confidence. You're the eldest child of the Emperor, dignified, stunning and kind. Who wouldn't want an Imperial Nobility like you?

However, you've gotten way too engrossed for your undying love for him that you swept away the constant threat looming above you and your title as the Imperial Nobel.

The ballroom shimmers with golden lights, and the air buzzes with the sound of laughter and polite conversation with the soft hum of elegant music relaxing the nerves in the background, setting the perfect backdrop for the prestigious event where the whole Royal Family would be making an appearance.

Most notable Royal Family member to present was Y/N L/N, whom the rumors were circulating about of plausible marriage proposal to a certain Duke, unsurprisingly.

"Alatus!" You maneuvered your way to him, seemingly shameless for calling his name without his title before it.

"Your Highness." He greeted in such a desultory tone that anyone can deduce he's anything but ecstatic to see you.

You've known how distant and cold he acts toward everybody, but you were cursed with such a dense mind to comprehend he doesn't treat you any different; his stiff actions like simple greeting and short response equates how much he craves to stay furtive, contorted expressions and averting gazes are him expressing his displeasure in your presence and he definitely ignores your letters.

And yet you hope you can change his views of you by approaching him because of your burgeoning feelings. It didn't cross your mind how much he values his personal space and kept on insisting your infatuation, unbeknownst how much it irritates him.

"I'm glad you are here. Did you read my letters? I was hoping for your reply since last month but you remained unresponsive. I thought you might have been busy so you forgot to reply." You rambled on and on, you're too close for his liking but out of respect to your title as the Imperial Highness, Alatus stays silent.

One of the attendants offered you a chocolate dessert and you ate without regards, even offering one to the Duke. "I'm not a fan of sweets, Your Highness." He refused, eyes twitching.

"Oh? I apologize for that. It seems— *COUGH*"

For once, one expression painted the Duke's face out of all the times he wears his stoic facade. However, you don't know if you should be glad he's looking at you like that, he looks mortified.

"Imperial Highness! Quick! Fetch the doctor!" A Duchess yelled with clear distraught as she watches you slumped over the floor, coughing blood and alarmingly paling each second.

This incident is quite common amongst nobles.

You were poisoned.

Whoever did such thing never got to register in your brain as the poison intensifies and you doubled over from the scorching pain. Black dots danced in your vision, tempting to lure your eyes to close and pain only pushed you to do so

You barely registered the rushing footsteps of the guards or the nobles screaming before darkness greeted you like an old friend.

The Imperial Palace busied themselves for the recovery of the eldest royal, it even for busier when you were comatose. Security has been tight since then, there were more than necessary numbers of guards stationed outside your room.

Duke Alatus seems neutral with everything, rumors spread among the nobels that he never care for their highness, Y/N.

While it is true that he shows nothing but malice towards your incongruous advances, he does appreciate your efforts of getting closer on a microscopic level and deep down, there's a tinge of concern pricking his numb heart.

Still, his hatred and pride overpowers his concern, he never once visited you, not that visitors are allowed in the Imperial Palace anyway.

He does ask his informants regarding of your health condition. No one can gauge what thoughts running in his mind when he does so much as stare at the informant with a straight face.

And then one day, he received the news of your recovery, that you're finally awake.

You've been awakened by a startling nightmare that rattled your mind awake. For a comatose person in a cool air room, your forehead is sedimented with perspiration and all you can think of is how to escape from your wretched room.

Your maid came in only to react in astonishment to see you sitting up. When she asks how are you faring, you responded neither politely nor dismissively, when the doctor checked your vitals, you didn't throw a tantrum like you always do.

Behind your veil is a person desperate to survive the Imperial Palace before another catastrophic event occurs in the near future. You have to change your ways, it is for your benefit anyway.

The maid was suspicious of your every changing behavior as you were known for beautiful and luxurious nobel who throws jaundiced looks on anyone who do so much as to stare at Alatus.

Speaking of the Duke, you only realize he has no intention of reciprocating your feelings through the maids during your comatose state because there are times you lay there immobilized but your sense of hearing never fails you.

It was a bitter reality, you genuinely feel infatuated to the Duke and want nothing more but to know him better.

Unfortunately, your ways of showing affection is not appreciated to a man who values his dignity and protects his people first.

You chuckled at your stupidity, it was all spelled out for you to decipher but you chose to remain ignorant to the truth and now you got the deserving consequences of your actions. You suffer.

If time permits, you'd like to steer clear with Duke Alatus and seek forgiveness for the time you made him feel like an unworthy man who only attracts potential suitors by his looks and reputation.

He's so much more than that, and hopefully he'll find the right person who can show him love beyond on what you can give him.

For now you want to focus on running away from the Imperial Palace until the storm passes.

Weeks flew by and you've been attending more social balls to tell the whole empire that you've survived the assassination attempt, to convey nothing can hold you down. But to also give you enough time to map your escape in the palace.

It's not an easy task to fly away from the palace with the noble title on your head. Therefore, you would need someone to help you get away legally.

"M-Marriage?" Sputtered the Duke Alatus.

So much for asking for his forgiveness.

"I'm aware it sounds a salacious scheme to tie you down with me and I can only offer you my sincere words that I no longer bear any infatuation toward you, Duke. I've accepted the fact you have no room for romance and moved on. I hope you do the same and accept this contract. It's beneficial for both parties."

Sure it sounds like a scam and Alatus doesn't want to end up like his friend, Zhongli, who gets scam from left and right.

What baffles him is you sitting with such poise and authority that he no longer can see the past you who kept chasing him for answers to your confessions. You've matured. Mature enough to handle a crucial negotiation.

And it raises the question.

What happened?

He only knows you as the Royal Noble who follows him with lovesick eyes. He wasn't informed you could be downright. . . sexy.

"Your face is red, Duke. Is everything alright?"

"Yes." A pragmatic answer coming from a man punching himself on his mind for thinking lewd things about you.

"I'm not expecting a direct answer now, Duke. Take as much time as you need, but be reminded that I also have limited time. If you are not able to give me your answer within a month, I'll exterminate our negotiation and never speak it ever again."

Silence reigned supreme, the Duke's face never betrayed any emotion while you held your head high as you sip your tea. "I hope to hear your answer soon, Duke Alat—"

"I accept."

You blinked comically. "I beg your pardon?"

"I accept your offer."

"W-What? Are you certain?"

He leaned back and crossed his arms. "I am a soldier, everything I do is with certainty. I do not rush nor stall."

Your eyes escaped his scrutinizing gaze and slapped yourself at the back of your mind. Who were you kidding, of course Alatus wouldn't waste time and prefer to give direct answer. Times like this make you realize you don't know him at all and yet you claimed that you love him. Embarrassing.

"I understand. Starting tomorrow we are publicly a couple within 6 months, you help me with my escape and I'll help you in your foreign affairs under the Royal family's name."

You stuck your hand out for him to shake. "I'll be in your care."

"As I am."

Headline: "Royal Highness Y/N L/N and Duke Alatus Kedrey relationship has recently caused rumors to suggest their Highness Y/N has eloped with the Duke."

"This is an overkill." A nervous chuckle rumbled from you.

"I think it's justifiable." Countered the Duke.

"I believe so. What worries me is your take in this."

A frown settled deep in his eyebrows. "Worried?"

You mirrored his expression. "This headline would most likely attract journalists to interview you, possibly even dig your background to quench their thirst for answers." You paused and walked ahead of him in the garden.

"Knowing you don't like anyone to probe into your private life, it worries me to think about the plausible frauds you'll experience." You couldn't see his expression as you sighed.

Unbeknownst to you, his face is crunched up, forming an expression of what you can call it. . . confusion? Your words perplexed him to a whole new degree.

Weeks ago you were throwing yourself at him, you could care less of his feelings and only care for him to love you back, you did unimaginable things that he finds pathetic. You were selfsh, self-centered and other synonymous words.

But now. . .

Alatus sighed, massaging his temples. No use of thinking hard about their change, it could be a facade to let my guard down. As if that would ever happen anyway.

"I am not worthy of your concern, Your Highness. Please be rest assured that mere words won't affect this contract."

"Y/N."

"Pardon?"

"Call me Y/N when we're in public. It'd cause a stir if a couple address each other formally. Would it be alright if I call you by your first name?"

Again, you're being unusually solicitous for him. He was too stunned to speak and you took it as a negative sign.

"Do tell me when you're comfortable enough to let me call—"

"Why are you like this?" He bluntly asked.

You blinked owlishly. "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean."

"Why are you pretending to be nice?"

You inwardly sighed. Of course there's no way he'll fall for your 'nice change' if anything, it made him more suspicious of your behavior. But really, you're showing genuine care for his needs and always try your best to assist him.

"I highly doubt you remember our first meeting, for you it might've been the worst day of your life. For me? It was the opposite."

"What?"

"My father is not as loving and caring for most people would think. Oh no, he's far from those, he's cruel and abusive." Alatus' eyes sharpened at the indication of domestic violence.

"He only saw me as a child who'd bring glory to the Empire, he cares for what value I can impart on behalf of his reputation. I have the beauty after all, but not the brains nor brawns. And he couldn't be satisfied with it." A bitter chuckle came from you.

"When I saw you at the ball, I was mesmerized like most men and women at first glance. You're dignified, strong, insightful and top of that you're undeniably gorgeous. I admire you like the rest of the population because you have everything my father wanted from me. I thought all those qualities were unreachable, and yet you exist. You made me feel inferior and I became insecure of myself. I only have my pretty face, without it I'm nothing but a disposable ornament. Do you know who poisoned me that night?"

He says nothing for a little while. He knew the answer right before you even asked. "Your father." There's a bite in his words.

"Perceptive as always, Duke Alatus." He couldn't match your careless words. If he was perceptive he would've figure out you feel threatened at your own home. He— Archons! He's pissed!

And for what reason? He asked himself.

"I pursued you since then, thinking my father would change the way he treats me if I had you with me, a perfect son-in-law— maybe then he'd look the way I expect a loving father would." Fists clenched, you tightly closed your eyes.

"I was a fool, alright. When he realized you're not interested in me, he deemed me worthless, hence why I was poisoned. He wanted to eliminate a thing that has no value anymore. It took me years to realize that he would never love me. No one would."

You've never experienced love, let alone how to show it properly. Only the Duke Alatus ever made you feel like a human worthy of showing basic manners to you without the influence of your title.

Your first meeting with him left a huge impression. It was at your debutant party, nobles attended and gossips were shared. A night that should've your spotlight, but it felt far from it.

For instance, you constantly felt out of place, as if you don't really belong in the social groups of nobility. Which was richly hypocritical, considering you also had an appetite for attention over individuality. The dichotomy left you uncertain on many occasions and you felt obligated to mask yourself behind a much more "proper" exterior. You can't define what's exactly proper, and so you would always second guess everything you do as feeble as greeting a new face and ask yourself if it's at their satisfactory.

At the end of the night, no one even noticed the star of the night had gone missing amidst their debut celebration. All except one.

Perched on the rim of the fountain, your bare feet submerged in the pool of water.

The cold sensation is strangely comforting, add the cool breeze of the night and you feel oddly at peace. Somehow contradictory to what you've read in romance books that people under stress usually crave the warmth of their partner. Perhaps the absence of love made you hunger for whatever's available for comfort, starving people will eat anything after all.

"Reduced to just sitting around. How absurd."

A frightening shriek escaped your lips, you made a hasty turn as the water splashed as you move. But that soon morphed in relief, the man in front of you impose no danger, if anything you'd feel the safest in his presence.

Duke Alatus is revered as the Hero in his Liyue Empire, the strongest fighter and apparently most handsome man to exist. And boy do those rumors did him any justice.

You've seen him from afar and couldn't help but fall for him at first sight, you wanted to get closer but you were always reminded how worthless you are and that someone like him would never bother batting their eyes to you.

And yet, he's here. In the flesh.

"What are you doing here?" You praised yourself for not stuttering in his presence. He merely shrugged before standing a few meet away from where you're sitting.

"I missed the chance to greet the host a blessed birthday, only to know that they've disappeared. Do you have a habit of playing hide and seek among your peers?" The satirical undertone must've flew over your ear and you looked at him, slightly aghast.

"H-How did you know I wasn't there?"

No one paid attention to you. So why would he?

He sighed, "Didn't you hear me? I was going to greet you but you somehow vanished in your party."

"You searched for me?"

He scoffed, "I'm here, aren't I? What kind of host would leave their debutante party behind?"

"You could've gone with your evening without pleasantries. It wouldn't reflect on your reputation, only mine, so why bother go all through this trouble to find me?" He gave you a blank look, but his eyes blinked in slight disbelief at your query.

"It wasn't trouble finding you, really. . . unless you prefer being alone at the moment, I can leave."

"No! I mean — ehem. . . you can stay." You muttered, an underlying embarrassment was present in your voice.

He perched an eyebrow. "You are an odd one as the rumors say."

It was a turning point to you. Being emotionally repressed and touch starved you are, you wanted more after the first sign of attention from him.

He gave you an ounce of your need to be seen, to be acknowledged, to be worthy of someone's time. It was enough for you to take it as a sign to pursue him.

But you realized a little too late that he would never reciprocate your feelings and the so-called "love" you have for him is the result of years being deprived from any compassion. You've mistaken hunger for love.

"Now you know the reason behind my desperation of escape and the need to change in order to succeed. Truthfully, I don't know if I'm doing the right thing of being considerate and all that. I have to apologize for making such attempts without researching." You made a mental note to visit the library later.

"Anyway, I've said many things today. Let's settle — OMPH!"

A gloved hand wrapped around your wrist and you were pulled backwards, only to softly bumped against a firm chest. "H-Huh? What's the matter, Duke?" You dumbly asked as you tilted your head up to glance at him.

His bangs shrouded whatever expression he has on his face. "You have my permission to call me Alatus, be it in public or private."

"Oh, OK." You're quite baffled what his actions are supposed to convey. Isn't he supposed to dislike physical contact?

"I first saw you as an incompetent noble, a typical royalty who's strength is heavily reliant on outward beauty." Damn, you should add straightforwardness in your compliments for him. "I've seen pretty faces everywhere, yours is nothing special."

"I've heard enough!" You tugged away from his grip, stinging tears threaten to fall. To think your only strength has been trampled on just like that feels like your hope vanishing. Your face is your only gateway to freedom and it—

"Tis why I am amazed to see you acquiring new strengths in your arsenal." E/C eyes found themselves clashing with Alatus' golden hues, there's a glint of emotion you couldn't decipher.

"Your Hi — Y/N, I promise to get you out of this hellhole. Our contract can exceed the 6 month rule for all I care." A blooming emotion spreads in you. He cares enough to finally notice you and your pain, and he's here to help you.

Don't get the wrong idea, self. He's helping me as an ally because he has a good heart. But I know I don't deserve someone so kind and he doesn't deserve someone so broken. I understand our fate is only meant for this; my savior and his misfortune.

You sighed as you remind yourself with that set boundaries. "You have no idea how much that means to me. Thank you, Alatus."

"There's nothing to be grateful for. I'm happy to help someone in need, it's more than enough."

You smiled. And his heart skipped a beat.

A pretty face with a genuine bright grin.

You're beautiful when you're being you.

No bitterness. No ill-concealed pain. He has to rethink his words about your ''mediocre'' beauty.

It pisses me off when you sell yourself short with degrading thoughts, you're no mere ornament. You deserve to be loved, Y/N. I admire your strength and determination. You're a lot stronger than I was when I needed the strength to fight, you're someone I aimed to be in my darkest time. So, keep going and don't ever hesitate to call my name for help.

Little did they both know, Y/N was falling out of love while Alatus is falling in.

𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐈!𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 as 𝐑𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 !

Many wise nobles would not dare cross paths with Prince Scaramouche Hill, his temperamental issues and rude behavior garnered him the reputation of a tyrant, but Y/N L/N had never counted themselves among the very wise.

You're the main character in every horror movie that instead of getting away from the first sign of danger, you run towards it because. . . why not? Where's the story if they'd just run away?

Wouldn't you guess it. You accepted his marriage proposal.

Now the question lingers: WHY?!

"Now, now. . . There is no need for such hasty decisions, for if such marriage were to be cancelled, then so too would the beneficial ties between our families. Is this what you truly want? A marriage for political convenience is what is being sought here, not love."

His ingenious words has been embedded in your mind ever since you avidly rejected the marriage proposal from the Empress herself. Making it much more difficult to retire on grounds of a healthy rejection was a rather callous way of dealing with part of the problem when the Prince himself outrightly called you out.

From the get-go, he was a walking red flag blessed with bewitching charms that you have fallen victim to. You've heard the rumors, he's anything but a saint, his looks might say otherwise but you've acquainted with his ugly side to conclude that your life will be full of thorns once you've wed.

This callous sentiment should chill you — maybe it would, if you heeded the alarm bells ringing in your mind — but fascination triumphs over any deterrent. What would it be like to get to know this Prince? Can I make this marriage work?

#icanfixhim

The wedding ceremony went smoothly, vows were pronounced and rings were exchanged. Though the two of you never really said it aloud, you both weren't ready for the. . . "marital duties"

For tonight, the servants prepared the room the newlyweds will share with unimaginable extravagance, there were rose petals littered in a heart shaped in your bed, candles on each of the bedside table and two bottles of what it looks like strong liquor across the room, definitely intended.

You entered the shared room gripping your nightwear and promptly chugging down the liquor at your leisure.

Scaramouche is yet to come in this new room, part of you hoped you'll be too drunk to fulfill the marital duties. But as you look at the window, mirroring your inner turmoil, you know it's pointless.

It’s a moonless night, heavy with the weight of regret, shattered dreams and a long road of loveless marriage.

You clutched the remnants of your sanity and drowned yourself in the bitter solace of liquid courage to feel the emotions you’d been avoiding. If you'll lose everything in one night, might as well be under the influence to numb the feelings away.

The bottle was harshly snatched from your hand. "Do you plan to do this while you are drunk? Is this what they have taught you?" Came from your new husband.

The liquor did the best job to give you the courage to speak up to him, something that you lacked when he snagged your confidence at the lowest as you rejected this marriage.

"Someone has to be educated in the bedroom?" There's a sardonic undertone as you sway your head. "Well, pardon me, Prince. You barged in my home, proposed this bullshit and expect me to be knowledgeable in the art of pleasure in one week?"

You drunkenly stood up and mustered your best glare-that-can-put-you-sixfeet-under. "You. . . I gave you a benefit of a doubt and accepted this marriage thinking you're a subject of those biased rumors, but you absolutely pale in comparison."

This is where you're expecting expletives insults from him, his pride has been put to the test and Scaramouche was not known for his leniency.

In your drunken stupor, only the blur outline of his masculinity shadows your figure. Before you could retort anything else, he had lunged himself to you, specifically towards your lips.

Surprised marred your drunken face, what's more surprising was how gentle he moved his lips with yours, you'd expect him to be rough in intimacy which what greatly contributed to your anxiety but his gentle actions made you think otherwise.

Are we really doing this?

A hand cupped your cheek as if guiding you to tilt your head to the side while yours gripped the bed sheets. His lips traversed the corner of your lips down to your jaw, rendering you speechless as breathy moans escaped.

He must have noticed your reaction and promptly detached himself from you and you can finally breathe.

"I'm only marking you," His voice was incredibly soft, it was like another soul possessed his body, "We both don't want this. . . whether by obligation or not and I won't cross it. At least by marking you, it'll make people think we have done it."

Scaramouche raised your chin slightly and lifted your face towards him. Now both your faces were looking at each other. He was staring deep into your eyes, as if he was looking for your permission.

There's a certain way Scaramouche takes in your appearance — a thorough observation that doesn't miss the smallest detail about you.

What he sees are things he's familiar with. An enticing body and face which speaks of power and a strong will. A sharp mind, which makes him feel he's found an equal in intelligence. Someone who he wouldn't have to manipulate or trick into submission. . . because he knows he could get there with affection and a proper hand. And, perhaps above all, the way you look at him. As he does to you. . . there's a burning desire.

Why does he have to make this difficult for me?

His hands slide over your body in a smooth, slow way which makes your mind go numb. His hands cup you and caress the shape of your form. Your eyes close as his hands take their place in your hair. . . holding it like a trophy.

With the way he was raised by the Empress, Raiden Shogun, it shouldn't come as a surprise that Scaramouche views you as a property to own rather than a living human who possessed feelings.

The taste, the feeling of his lips against your neck, his breath against your neck. It's intoxicating. . . and leaves you gasping for more and your stomach fluttering. You feel his lips trail towards your neck, and just when you thought he'd move up to your lips — he sinks his teeth in just enough to leave a mark without hurting you.

"This should be enough."

As quickly as he left the mark so was his presence in the room as he hastily stood up and left without making so much noise.

The morning after your consummation, you thought he might treat you a little better than before but he seemed to have reversed back to his old self once again. Archons!

When nothing goes his way he'll use you as a ventilation, and you took every jabbing words and flying objects thrown. You never once complained, not when you know his soft side.

Pitied looks and whispers of sympathy were your daily highlights, everyone in the castle knows how badly the Prince has been treating you since the first day. But that's not true, he treated you like a human on your consummation night, he was more than a Prince with temper tantrums.

If only you can understand His Highness, though. Try as you might. . . You just didn't get him. It seemed like he was made up of several personalities that were constantly getting in each other's way.

"Fuck." Scaramouche was now slumped on the floor.

It was one of those days he'd use you as his target of frustration, nothing new. Scaramouche has tendency to temper tantrums. But today, his eyes brimmed with tears.

Scaramouche himself probably wasn't aware of his vulnerability, he would immediately leave your room and do god knows what.

"Your Highness?" Your meek voice was barely comprehensible in his ears, he was visibly trembling with his head tucked in his arms.

"Go away!" Despite his harsh refute, there's an underlying tone of a defeated man. It hurts to see him like this, nobody deserves to experience pain no matter the circumstances of their birth — Scaramouche shouldn't be an exception to this.

"But you're in pain." You frowned deeply and kneeled beside his trembling form, far enough to not trigger his fight or flight instinct.

"I'm always in pain!" He was shouting and mumbling to himself, but it didn't slip past your senses that he was almost whining about his situation, similar to a child crying out for his mother.

"You don't have to be if you let people help you."

"Help me. . .?" He reiterated the words as if it's in foreign language.

A sense of dread flood your senses as you silently gulped, but you remained rooted in your spot beside him.

"Yes, I know you're not used to it, you're probably denying it in your head as I speak. I won't force you to seek help, but know that someone would be willing to help you." Lies, he knew your words were baseless reassurance to make him feel better.

"Yeah, and I treat you well." He sputtered those words with condescending ire and finally look up to you with so much loathsome in his purple eyes. "You're no different than the people who have deceived me."

Your eyebrows shot in surprise. So he had people who took him for granted? It's no wonder he was shaped like this — spiteful and vindictive. It was easier for him like this, to let people hate him than take advantage of whatever's left of him.

"I'm not deceiving you, Your Highness. I'm willing to help you."

"Do you take me as an idiot? Words hold no value or truth behind them." He spat bitterly and a firm scowl marred his expression before he sauntered to the exit.

"Willing?" He scoffed and finally stood up, unraveling his height that was only inch taller than yours. "Don't make me laugh, people like you always have ulterior motives to help."

"I'm not like one of those people. I give you my word for that."

"Your words prove me nothing. Get out of my sight!"

"But this is my room. . ."

His eyes twitched. "This is our room."

"Okay! I'll go!" You surrendered and stumbled your way out of the room without looking back.

Scaramouche wasn't aware when it began, he does know the feeling started off as a small simmer from a pot of heated water. He finds himself beginning to notice every small detail of you.

It began with him noticing the small dimples on your cheek when you smile or laugh with your full heart instead of the prim and proper laugh from etiquette lessons.

He noticed your habits depending on your mood — your hands become restless when anxious, your eyes dart anywhere but his eyes when you're uncomfortable, or the way you bit your lip when feeling awkward.

Is this. . .

Love. Scaramouche hated that word for love is always affiliated with trust which both reeked of vulnerability, and the sort of emotion that the Prince couldn't afford to display — not when all it had ever done in the past was cause him torment. The past, he had felt resentful because the Empress had handed over too much baggage unilaterally to him — his Princely upbringing, the sole heir duties, arranged marriage. Damn it all.

Thereafter, he had acquired unnecessary headaches from his supposed spouse. He had wrongly assumed your character, for after showing you early signs of his apparent animosity, it only fed your burning curiosity.

He was quick to chalk it up as your naivety, you did reject the proposal for the sole purpose of finding true love.

Only fools would expect love from a mere paper contract. If he had any sympathy left he would gladly drown you with it.

But his assumptions got stomped when you displayed regal actions against the nobles who badmouthed you about the marriage. It was expected that negative rumors would spread and most people would merely pretend they're deaf. You, on the other hand, confronted them and stood up for yourself.

You're far from naive, it seems. If not naive, then what's driving you to endure his treatment and keep leeching from him? The question blanketed his mind for weeks.

You, who's ever curious about the Prince and the the said Prince befuddled by your actions. Put it together and it creates subtle transition in your relationship.

He starts letting you engage him in conversations, as silly as they were sometimes. His answers were still brimming with condescension and ire, but somehow you couldn't shake the feeling that they somehow lacked the bite. . . the intention to hurt.

Or maybe you were just too numb to register it. Either way, you're liking the subtle changes in your relationship.

"HEY!" You gasped and bolt right up, trickle of perspiration on your temples. "W-What. . .?"

Scaramouche was beside you, his usual glare plastered on his face, but his hands are drawing circles on your back, soothing your labored breaths.

For every shift, there's the touch of his hand, the sound of his smooth voice that promises to protect you. His eyes follow you even in your shaking — the light reflected in them assuring that they won't disappear.

"Relax, reality is more often terrifying than nightmares."

Very reassuring.

Scaramouche's expression is somber as he regards you in the dark. There's a bit of hesitation before he reaches out to you. . . embracing you, like a blanket being your safe haven from the Boogeymen.

"I'm here, there's no need to fear." He whispered quietly as his grasp adjusts to be gentler against the softness of your skin as you trembled.

This is him. This is Scaramouche Hill.

This is what you were curious and hoping to see from him. No pedantical micromanagement, no cruelty born of mistrust and ill experience. Just Scaramouche, passionate, attentive and content. Kind in his own way, sardonic and inquisitive, not as selfish as everyone assumed. It was such a privilege to see it.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 as 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 !

They say there's a fine line between sanity and madness — Childe Agriche has a foot on both sides. And as the youngest son in the House of Black Agriches, he's the most 'normal' and 'enthusiastic' being you can meet in the manor.

You were a simple commoner who heard the rumors circulating the Black Agriches, if it taught you anything is that Agriches repay kindness with gold and insults with death. Yeah, a family you won't dare to cross with.

Apparently you don't share the same sentiment as your parents as they were too deep of their dept with the Agriche.

But they were spared and in exchange of their mercy, your parents sold you off with them to work in their house. They didn't even bat an eye and shoved you down to your knees.

You felt every kinds of betrayal that exist and snitched on your parents by exposing them of their illegal deeds and what they did to their money that put them in that situation.

Enraged, the head of the Agriche swiftly beheaded them and took you in the manor. It was a relatively quiet mansion, you thought you were going to die in the next few hours but you found yourself suddenly face to face with gleaming mischievous cerulean eyes that seems to enrapture you.

"Who you might be? A new toy for my siblings?" His jovial tone makes you think he's such a harmless creature, which was proven incorrect when he suddenly revealed of wanting you as his pet.

Did he mean slave? Surely he won't potty train you or tell you to sit and roll in front of strangers like a child(e), would he?

"Stand down, Childe. This is Y/N, a new addition of our workers." His father introduced before lighting a cigarette.

He scoffed, "We already have so many workers. Why don't they just become my pet instead?" You had to hold back the broadening of your eyes at this. What on Earth is wrong with these people?

The head of the Agriche merely shrugged as he waves a dismissive hand. "Do what you want." Your heart dropped at the nonchalant response. It'd be better if you get to work in the mansion, not be someone's slave.

An arm was suddenly draped over your shoulders. "Awesome! My name is Childe Agriche, you're now my new pet. So, let me break it down for you; you obey, reward. You disobey, punishment. Simple."

Did I mention he enjoys toying with his victims and making them his pet? Pet, as in putting a collar and chaining you up in the basement? And what was that again? He's supposed to be the most normal?

You're either stuck in a room where he claims to be your cage or following him in around the manor with the collar still on.

At first, you were scared what he might do to you, but it turns out he really honors his words. You obey him and nothing bad will ever happen to you. It really is that simple as he said.

You've heard how other Agriches tend to torture their pets for doing mistakes or even obeying as they're told. You haven't seen the display of power within the Agriches for Childe insists you stay in your cellar room, but the rumors you've heard guaranteed your every caution in meeting new people in the manor, even a maid.

With Childe, however, it doesn't automatically warrant punishment for a simple mistake. He opts to teach you what's right and wrong.

It's unbelievable how patient he is with you, it's more unbelievable to think he's an Agriche with this kind of attitude.

One day, he entered your cell and announced that you'll be living together with him in his room. The collar will have to remain for the sake of your 'safety' as he claimed. Thus, you found yourself laying on a thin satin silk mattress that left no little discomfort.

It didn't seem like he has many tasks to deal within the household, he'd occasionally be away for a few hours before returning bloody murder with crimson stains on his royal clothes.

Driven by a tinge of concern, you couldn't stop your mouth from asking. "What happened? Are you alright?" It was the first time you had seen him what the rumors would potray about him.

His eyebrows furrow in bafflement. "You're. . . asking me if I'm alright?" He asked, almost in disbelief that such question exists.

"Of course! Look at your clothes. How can you expect me not to worry?" Your courageous episode ended when you realized the mistake, you lowered your head. "I apologize. I didn't mean to come out as impudent—"

Your statement was cut short when a cold hand grasped your chin and tilt your head up. Those cerulean eyes never fails to instill the butterflies in your stomach.

"I didn't realize how cute you are until now." His voice dropped a few octaves low it sent shivers in your spine, "Nobody has ever asked about my health, and then there's you — chained up in my bed, concern for me." He chuckled, the type of chuckle that tells you he enjoys a good prey, that he likes how far you will go for him— he's testing you.

Even being concern can get you in trouble?! What's next? I'm getting punished just by breathing?!

"I don't mean no harm." Your demure voice only made him more elated.

"Oh, dear Y/N. Even if you do, there's no way you can land a hit on me," he paused, swiping his tongue out to wet his lower lip. "But fortunately, I'm a masochist myself. I might allow you to bite me if you behave~"

He really is an Agriche.

"Getting back. Are you really OK?" It took every innermost strength in you to divert the topic.

In response, he flashed you a cheeky smile before his hand slowly descended on the base of your neck. Latching his gloved fingers around until he's holding you in a chokehold.

He hasn't done anything, yet your breath hitched.

"You're so small and vulnerable, I can easily snap your neck like this." Proving his point, he added pressure which now made you choke and clasped your hands on his wrist out of reflex. "And yet, you're asking me if I'm OK?"

The pressure on your neck didn't loosen one bit, it feels like he has no intention of actually hurting you, just setting an example of what he can potentially do to you.

You barely can breath, not only because of his hold on your neck, but also the fact he's unbearably close your breaths are mingling as you exhale. You feel like fainting.

"B-Because I don't like seeing you hurt!"

His expression dropped instantaneously. An undecipherable emotion passed his countenance as his strands casted shadow over his blue eyes.

"T-Tartaglia?" Was his alter ego.

He insisted on you calling him by that name.

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why do you care?"

You ask yourself the same question, any sane person wouldn't think twice to care for a cold hearted killer, but any sinner like him wouldn't treat you with such kindness.

"Is such reason needed? I saw you stained with blood, it's natural for me to fret."

". . ."

". . ."

"Aww~" He cooed, finally loosening the hold on your neck.

What an odd reaction. You took a huge inhale and nearly slide down as your knees weakened, but he has his arm around you to keep your equilibrium in balance.

You felt his gloved hand tilting your chin up, his bright blue eyes swirled with emotions you couldn't deduce.

Everything he's doing alerts your senses to run, but your body just craves for more of his touch. Archons above! I'm losing my mind! The way he looks you like a predator — a hungry and sadistic animal, looking to ravage your soul. He's a dangerous, charismatic and highly intelligent man. A twisted fantasy.

"You know what, you'll be my significant other!"

"WHAT?!"

"And you should call me Ajax from now on, too!"

How many names does he have?!

The next thing you know was Childe's entire personality shifting. He freed you from the chains and treats you like a true royalty. Childe innate possessiveness of you increased tenfold after he was exposed to your gentle side.

Overwhelming was the right word for what you felt after a few days of his behavior.

But your "boyfriend" kept insisting in gift giving, it's his primary love language. You mentioned your favorite food? He'll have it on the dining table. You fancy a clothing? Consider the whole shop yours. Someone being an asshole to you? Expect a dried head by your doorstep.

Make no mistake in kidnapping his S/O — he'll rain down all kinds of hell. Sadly (not really) some people just don't heed warnings and accept death so readily.

The temperature in the room seemed to grow colder in cadence with the ice in Childe's gaze. "You mean to tell me, that you are all incompetent to do a simple task of guarding my room where my S/O was? And now they're gone?"

*SPLAT* *THUMP*

One head rolled over

Nobody breathed.

"For every minute you fail to bring the culprit in my playroom equates for a head. If I happen to find them before any of you — don't expect a one way to ticket to hell. I will guarantee to entertain all of you along with the perpetrators."

Childe Agriche loves to play and this was one of his games. Touche! As if he can expect those vacuous idiots to find Y/N.

The door closed with an ominous boom that echoed throughout what sounded like a massive but empty chamber.

Childe knew anger, he was well acquainted with the said red emotion but he had always try to mask it under the pretense of a funny and boisterous man. This time however, he's been uncharacteristically calm and everyone in the manor feels like walking on a tip of a knife.

They wouldn't understand, none of those imbeciles would know what it feels to be with Y/N. He scoffed as he sharpens his arrowhead before placing it in his quiver. There was no time to waste, he wants you back in his arms.

And he did.

With bloodshed, of course.

"GAHHH!"

Childe moved swiftly and gracefully, so much so they had trouble keeping up with him. He came up behind one of the culprits the one that was holding you captive, and broke his neck rather quickly before slashing at another who was nearby.

He quickly ducked, avoiding the enemy coming up from behind, and grabbed his arm, flipping him over, and pinning him down. Suddenly a loud shrill was heard as a bone cracked, and then he moved on the other.

Blood dripped from his fingers, but before a drop could even hit the floor, he’d already struck dead another one, splattering even more blood. One by one the went down, until they’d all been wiped out, annihilated by their supposed prey. They were outmatched by the youngest Agriche.

And by the glint in Childe’s cerulean eyes, he was clearly enjoying the thrill of the kill. The Agriche barely even broke a sweat, his breathing remaining even despite the number of men he had been fighting against him.

Against the occluded moon, he stalked towards your unconscious form and lifted you bridal style, Childe looked more like a predator than a lover, a hunt ending with the prey pinned and helpless. The smell of death permeated the frigid air. Only corpses lay around him.

Holding the unconscious Y/N in his arms, his expression did not once flinch. It was as if he was only holding a feather. Amidst the night, his figure glided on the ground agile and light, before finally disappearing behind the shadows of the nearby trees. . .

You woke up a little disgruntled and already felt the pain in your head flaring as soon as you forced yourself awake. So much for being Childe's S/O, it comes with a free package of his enemies hunting you down.

"Y/N, you're awake." You heard an unusually soft voice beside you as you felt the bed shifts in weight followed by a bone crushing hug from your-supposed-lover.

Pain flared in your abdomen and you had to bite back a grimace. "I swear you're not leaving my sight ever again." His breath is like the scent of night-blooming jasmine on the breeze: soft and soothing, yet sweet and enticing, effectively distracting you from the pain.

If you only you had witnessed the bloodshed you would think twice than to fall for his honeyed words.

"Y-You have blood on your clothes. . ." The indication of your query made him smirked. "It's my trophy."

You decided not to probe any further. In his language, that meant another massacre to stain his clothes and it only means whoever abducted you reached the other side as such a young age.

"Thank you for saving me. . ."

His eyes softened as he chuckled. "You're thanking the same man who shed blood for you?"

"I'm thanking the man who cares enough about me." You refuted.

You were too absorbed in hugging him back that you failed to notice the eerie smile on his lips. His next words were spoken next to your ear, laced with obvious unhinged obsession over you.

"Right, I'm the only one who would save you in face of danger and care for your well-being. No other people can do as much as I can for you, so stay with me forever, Y/N."

Was it your imagination or did you just see a psychotic grin?

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 as 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐙𝐋𝐎 !

How atrocious can your life get when you learned the news of your husband handpicking a concubine for himself, then the said trash woman actually has the guts to call you her in-law just because you have the same husband.

Now, you pride yourself for being patient, courageous and intelligent. You wouldn't have ruled an empire if it wasn't for your educated upbringing. But even a ruler like you can feel overwhelmed and burned out, and would find a temporary solace to cry your heart out.

The fact your husband picking his concubine is not the issue inconveniencing you the most. It was his and that man-stealer attitude is what suffocated you the most.

Outrageous to see the trash playing the victim card and shedding fat crocodile tears just to earn your husband's favor. Audacious to think of herself as the same level as you when she doesn't even know basic etiquette rules and the difference between a garbage and herself. Humiliating on how he made you a fool on many occasions and sided with his mistress while everyone whispered on how the Emperor favored his concubine over his own S/O.

And he dare say you're not allowed to have an affair?

Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.

Which lead you in a secluded forest to vent out your feelings and temporarily get away from all that's happening in the palace. You're perched beside a rock while your head is tucked in your crossed arms, burying your head, silently weeping in the depths of the green environment.

*FLAP* *FLAP* *FLAP*

You reluctantly raise your head to investigate the noise, of course you knew it was some type of bird, but you were curious what type of bird it was as you rarely get to visit nature. You'd appreciate a little company even if it's from an avian creature.

Majestic, charming, jaw dropping, and everything synonymous to the word beautiful can be attached to this mystical bird.

What caught your attention the most was its beautiful midnight blue and cerulean ombre feathers, you've never seen such bird in the books you've read let alone see one in real life. Next was its body that's bigger than your head and a wingspan that's almost in par with the length of your arms spread open. And lastly, the note tied to its leg.

"How beautiful. Will you allow me to touch you?" You didn't even notice yourself nearing the bird. A slight hesitance made you flinched when the bird nailed its bright eyes on you. Even the eyes resembled the finest jewel in your kingdom.

You retracted your hand under the assumption you had scared the bird. However, the surprise entered your face when the bird flapped its wings and perched on your suspended hand in the air. It looks like it doesn't sense you as a threat. That's a good start.

Admiring nature's blessing, you caught the note tied to its legs which made you think if this bird is a pet of some noble. "Hmm, are you lost? Based on your looks, you don't look like a wild animal that happened to stumble upon this forest by accident."

You took the note from its feet and read the content;

"I am a guest from abroad who will soon arrive at the new year's ceremony, and I write this note while drunk."

An amused chuckle left your lips as you look back at the bird who's tilting its head in curiosity of your reaction. "I'm sorry, your master sounds like an interesting person and a pain in the back. I feel bad you lost your way here. Hmm. . . should I write back?"

It wasn't even a question, you hastily fish out your pocket pen and wrote a sassy reply at the back of the piece of parchment. Hopefully it doesn't offend the owner of the bird.

You tied the note once again the rubbed its head one last time. "Off you go, little one. Deliver my message to your drunk master and fly your way back home safely."

The bird spreads its wings before taking flight.

You sighed once you lost sight of the avian creature.

Suddenly, you were harshly reminded of your duties and the circumstances you're currently in. As much as possible you don't really want to deal with another mistress-related issues within the palace and have your husband pin the blame on you. Crestfallen, you made your way back to the palace.

What you didn't know was the pair of jewel-like eyes following your movement from one of the tallest trees.

"What an interesting person." A man chuckled as he held up the note that was recently tied to his leg.

It was none other than the blue avian creature that has assumed the image of a man possessing a tanned complexion and navy-blue hair with streaks of lighter blue, accompanied by a waist-length lock of hair that's being held by a low ponytail.

As he reads the content of your message, he couldn't help but feel intrigued by what had occurred prior to you noticing his presence. Why were you crying? Crying doesn't suit a beautiful person like you, especially a sassy one at that.

"Your bird has found its way to me, if it is able to find its way back, I shall be relived, for it means it must be cleverer than its inarticulate drunk master." Sassy yet regal, indeed.

A lopsided grin adorned his lips. "So it seems I must cleverly find my way back to you if I want to see you again, Your Highness. And I must say, I love a good challenge."

Days have become grueling for you to endure, but you persevered through it all. The mistress has become more comfortable in causing ruckus in the palace just to get the Emperor's attention on her.

You don't really care about all the shenanigans she's planning to pull so long as it doesn't interfere in your line of work as a wise ruler.

Then one day, the similar bird you found in the forest came flying at your balcony and kept scratching the glass pane to get your attention.

You gasped once you realized who it was. "It's you again. How are you so good in finding me?" And it seems as though it has a new note attached to its leg.

"I'd like to think I'm a bit more intelligent than a bird. I've now woken up from my drunken stupor."

You giggled at the person's confidence. "Lumine, get me a pen and paper, will you?" You addressed to your attendant standing by the doorway.

"It seems as if you haven't woken up completely. What is the bird's name?"

Lumine, your attendant, commented at the ardor look on your face. "It's fun for you too, isn't it, Your Majesty?"

"A bit. . .?" You coyly replied, this little interaction with the bird and its master is the highlight of your day. Not even the whole mistress thing can be bothered right now.

As if challenging your thoughts, your husband walked in after you just sent away the bird with the letter of yours.

The conversation was tad too accusing, saying you're spreading rumors about the mistress to drag her down. Ha! Even if the rumors were false, it speaks volume.

You left the palace once again, to your safe haven.

It seems as though it's going to be your hobby to seclude yourself when no one's watching and let the nature be a witness of your depressive moments.

*FLAP* *FLAP* *FLAP*

Hearing the familiar flapping, you subconsciously stretched out your arm for the bird to land.

"It's you again!"

And a new note.

"Is such thing needed? You may name it, if you'd like."

"What an indifferent master." You sighed at the response and gaze at the bird. "A kind, intelligent bird like you deserves a name which befits your character. So your name shall be. . ."

"Queen."

Unbeknownst to you, the bird bristled at the name.

"Thank you for coming to see me, Queen. I'm in good spirits now, thanks to you." You embraced the bird and pecked its beak. "I hope you will come visit me again."

The bird flew toward the inky sky. Anyone wouldn't be able to tell the slight blush coating his head.

He landed a few hectares from your and transformed back to his naked human form.

"Archons above. How could they name a man, "Queen"?" He rubbed his dark blue hair. Seemingly sheepish for being mistaken as a girl.

"What was that?" A new voice spoke.

It belonged to the red bird perched on the branches.

"You said you'd go survey the premises. Did you take another detour again?" The miffed tone is impossible to miss. He flew down and morphed to a man with luscious crimson hair that cascades down to his waist and sharp tantalizing red eyes.

"No, of course not. I went to reconnoiter the Imperial Palace."

"Did you really?"

"You don't believe me, brother?"

He gave his brother a sharp glare. "You haven't given me enough reason to. But do remember your position and responsibility, especially in this foreign country."

"I get it. Don't have to nag me, Diluc."

Kaeya Laszlo, first in line to the throne of the Khaenri'ah Kingdom. The center of many rumors, such as those which describe his great cruelty or great beauty.

A few of those say he's a Casanova, and that he associates with dangerous pirates hence why he hasn't met any woman or man of his interest.

And finally, the long awaited New Year's Ceremony came. Noble figures were all invited to celebrate the occasion with your Kingdom as the host.

As for your husband, he's quite busy mingling with his mistress and you were left with your friends.

"Dear god. How shameless is the Emperor to have the face in showing off his. . . unpalatable mistress."

"There is no need for your ire. The law states that the Emperor can take more than one spouse." A tight smile graced your lips.

One of your friends scoffed. "Even it that were the case, a man with a noble heart wouldn't take one more to fulfill his insecurities. You are more than enough and the Emperor does not deserve you."

"Greetings, Your Majesty." An elegant man gracefully interrupted your conversation with your friends.

You turn to look at the man clad in a white-blue knight uniform, specifically more stylish than what you usually on a regular knight at your Kingdom. A Prince, you concluded.

As you shift your apprehensive eyes on him, the little details such accessories and intonation caught your undivided attention.

Silver rings on those long, dexterous fingers, silver necklace around the neck that held his head way too high, silver tongue in that mouth home to all kinds of sins. He was the epitome of being devious; so much so that he could literally walk right off anything by just talking his way out of it.

"I am Kaeya Laszlo, first Prince of the Khaenri'ah Kingdom."

Everyone around you gasped and some almost fainted while you remained level-headed.

"Greetings, Prince Kaeya. I have welcomed you earlier today, but it never crossed my mind to engage a talk to such an esteemed guest of ours."

It's more like I never expected someone like you to approach me. You thought sardonically.

"Do I come off as cold to you, Your Highness? Pardon but that is not my intention, but surely you'll allow me to make worth of your time." He chuckled wistfully, a smirk has overtaken his lips.

Great God. If he endeavoured to make you fall for him as much as possible, then he was doing a splendid job. You just couldn't shake off the feeling that you know this man.

Burst of giggles erupted around you while your eyebrow perched. "Cold? You don't strike me as such, if anything, your bold statement has proven me otherwise."

"Oh, and what would be your answer?"

"I—"

"Of course they agree! Please don't mind us and enjoy your evening together, Prince Kaeya!" One glare against dozens of mischievous eyes is like fighting tooth with nail.

"Shall we?" He offered his hand to guide you in his predestined destination. "I sure hope it is worthwhile, Prince Kaeya." You took his hand and my god was his hand the iceberg.

"Call me Kaeya for starters and I shall call you Y/N."

First name basis already?

"Is that a demand?"

"Does it sound like a demand?"

"It certainly does."

"Well, it is up to you to decide whether to oblige or not." He smiled.

God, it's unfair to have the blessings of charm.

"Where are we going?"

The young man beckoned his head to the exit. "Somewhere your husband won't suspect a thing."

"You really do sound like a Casanova."

"Oh dear, don't tell me you believe those hearsay."

You shrugged. "I do not, but you've been anything as what the rumors have described you thus far."

"You made me curious of you."

"How so?"

Arriving at the garden, he glances at the full moon before turning to stare right at you. "Your eyes are beautiful, yet they also look so empty oftentimes. Your movements and the way you speak are very refined and regal, but they can turn cold, or even rude at times. You're a paradox I'd love to solve, Y/N." Kaeya paused, "But I feel like you're a paradox I could never solve, no matter how hard I try."

This stare off could go on forever, if Kaeya had his way. The tension is obvious, but the air between you both is too tempting — too addicting to resist.

He doesn't look away. . . not one bit and neither do you. His eyes are fixed on yours, his breath steady and his pulse strong. A part of him wants you to make a move. . . to show that you feel as strongly for him as he feels for you.

The other part just wants to steal you away and make you his.

Spoiler alert: he did.

𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓 as 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 !

It's old news for aristocratic children get engaged before they could debut. But in your case, you're not merely marrying a boy of your family's choice.

You're marrying the infamous Monstrous Crown Prince Bennett; the child who was rumored to have been cursed to bring misfortune to those around him. Thus, he has lived his entire life in the confinements of his four walls.

Fretful thoughts flooded your mind as your carriage neared his mansion. Imperial children usually stays at the Imperial Palace with the King and Queen, however in Prince Bennett's case, he was segregated to live in another mansion built specifically for him to stay out of the spotlight — or as others should say it, for him to not spread the curse of bad luck.

You don't usually treat people based on senseless rumors, but you do heed the rumors as a guide for you to be cautious. Prince Bennett is by far the most unknown factor you have to deal with despite the rumors surrounding him. What is he like? Is he a snob? Does he really bring bad luck?

Those thoughts have kept you all night that you didn't have time to sleep. Somewhere along the way, you fell in a deep slumber, ignoring the occasional jerk of the carriage as it hits a bump on the road.

Constant whimpering reminding you of a kicked puppy was what woke you up from your blissful beauty rest.

For a moment, you have forgotten what happened before you fell asleep. Through your blurried vision, you noticed the walls and ceiling looking dull with the simple light shades of painting, the bed you're resting felt foreign to the touch, the minimalist approach from the interior design and lack of other furnitures made you think you're in someone's room.

"G-Gah! Yo-You're awake. . ." A meek voice said from beside you, it's easy to mistaken it as a woman's voice if it wasn't for the boyish undertone.

You blinked several times before adjusting your sight. There's a hooded boy at the very far right of your bedside, and from the looks of it, he seemed terrified to even close an inch gap.

"Who are you?" Was million dollar question. The boy visibly bristled. It's quite clear for you that he's not used to social interaction.

"I-I. . . am Bennett." He spoke with a low, soothing tone that was laced with a soft accent. Despite his voice being smooth and even, he stared back at you with unbidden curiosity, one that seemed to peer into your very soul.

"Bennett?! Oh Lord, I greet His Majesty the Crown Prince!" You promptly bowed your head as low as it can get.

"W-Wait, no, please don't do that! I don't deserve your respect and besides, we're equals now, feel free to call me Bennett if you like."

He doesn't deserve respect? What a load of bullcrap does that mean? A frown has settled deeply in the creases of your forehead. This boy is anything but what the rumors have described him.

"Your Hig— Bennett, you could be an outcast or a peasant and I'd still treat you with respect. Don't say you don't deserve decent manners." You're almost fuming at this point.

"But I'm a monster. I don't deserve anything, even you."

Something in the purity of his statement triggered you.

"I bring bad luck to everyone. I could hurt you in the future and I don't want that, I don't want anyone getting hurt because of me."

You could feel the last of your residual resentment fading away, getting replaced by a deep sense of compassion — as well as a healthy dose of curiosity. What would this boy, your future husband, truly be like?

"You're no monster, Bennett. No monster would be concerned for my well-being and selflessly label themselves as such to ward me off." He seemed to perk up at your claim.

"Don't ever call yourself as such. I can't stand it."

"I don't understand, you're the first one to say that to me."

A frown has settled on your brows as you came to stand next to him. "You don't need to for now, I'll show you."

Bennett was none of those rumors. You have concluded that ever since you met him, he has been kind and considerate to your well-being. You have never met someone who would ask which side of the table they're more comfortable to eat with — not until Bennett.

The boy was overwhelming with perfervid compassion and the strong urge to give love, it can feel suffocating at times but that's what made you like him.

There's just this nagging feeling in your gut that he's forced to act like a doting husband due to the fact you're engaged. Is it all an obligation? Or he's simply this passionate?

"Are you not upset at this?" You had asked one night.

"Upset about what?"

"About our arranged marriage."

Bennett may appear jubilant around you but you can't help to think he harbors ill will to this arrangement. "I see no reason why I would." He replied, smiling at you as per usual.

"Why is that?"

He tear his gaze from you before briefly interlocking your hands. So warm and full of passion, you promptly responded to the gesture by drawing circles with your thumb.

"You're the best thing to happen in my life. I can't explain this feeling but I do know I can't be happy without you. Thank you for coming in my life, Y/N."

━━ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃. bennett's way too short cuz I ran out of ideas T-T this took wayyyyyy tooooo long, but I'm glad it turned out well. what do you think of this au? I'm planning on making a part 2 for other genshin men, I'm actually starting it already but I still need to finish other prompts.

━━ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. @atsukawolfcat @spyanya @ittosoneandoniwife @a-rose-byanothername @lasignoramybeloved @vvyeislazzy @kokomisimpppp @gookimswife

©OTAKUWORKS_2023

#genshin impact #xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #childe x reader #kaeya x reader #xiao #scaramouche #childe #kaeya alberich #manhwa #the villainess is a marionette #roxana #how to protect the heroine’s older brother #the remarried empress #manhwa x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact angst #xiao angst #manhwa au #webtoon #bennett #bennett x reader #genshin angst #angst

[issillage]

18+ Rezef Hill x You. (Warning : incest au!)

“Embrace of divine punishment and sin.”

Dirty, wrong love on the part of the older brother to you. But Rezef has never been a positive person — which means it has never been a fairy tale.

Rezef knows it is wrong — to experience feelings that smell like white lilies. But the flowers that mean freedom and purity are blackened by his vicious thoughts and desires about you.

In the biblical narrative, the first incest was committed by the children of Adam and Eve — this union was forced and therefore recognized as sacred. But, Rezef believes that his feelings for you are no less sacred. As a loving brother, he is forced to make you his own and protect from the outside world.

When he hears your voice and wonders if it will be as sweet while you moan under him? Your sharp tongue, which finds its use in disputes with him, doesn’t do what it should. Rezef can find you a better job — he would fuck your mouth to the very tonsils, so that tears would flow from the corners of your eyes. He would tuck a lock of your hair behind ears while you swallowing his seed, look up at him with those innocent and beautiful eyes.

Oh, Y/n, do you know what your old brother does late at night while your name is on his lips? His hands wrap around his thick cock, moving up and down, but imagining that you’re now sitting on him — sitting on it’s entire length. Rezef is not going to share you, not with your next beau, not with friends. And it would be even better if you were locked in his chambers — tied up and always ready to be fucked by your beloved brother.

But while you’re so naive and unsuspecting, sitting opposite and talking to your parents, Rezef dulls the strong desire to take you during a family dinner, in the presence of your parents. He has colorful pictures in his head — you, bound and as always beautiful, are lying on the table instead of the main meal. Rezef licks his lips, just the thought of this scene makes him know gluttony.

“I don't think that Y/n should go to the upcoming ball.“ - Rezef tapped his elegant finger on the table, frowned at you, missing the glances parents. Your old bother doesn’t really like that you’re discussing in what attire you will be at the ball, talking about the person who will accompany you. "You're not ready to go out into society yet. Your behaviour doesn't match our royal family, and i’m not going to disgrace myself because of you."

Rezef knows this is wrong, but he has never been a saint. But fear not, he’ll definitely go to the temple and pray for his sins, and you just wait — Rezef will show you what brotherly love is.

(Not support for incest, but there may be romanticization. It is done for entertainment purposes — there is no need to read if you are uncomfortable. There was a warning.)

To chat with your loving brother :

#rezef hill #18+ only #y/n #manhwa #manhwa x reader #manhwa x you #rezef x reader #the villainess is a marionette

[svtcrus]

Broken Walls || rezef hill x fem!reader

a/n : found this in my notes and really liked how this turned out. a little change of pace, gotta put out sum fluff💀 but I hope yall like this !

synopsis : rezef hill finds himself falling in love with his sister's dear friend.

rezef never once expected himself to find a woman he'd fall in love with if he was completely honest. he'd expected to find himself at the altar marrying a stranger, just days after being told he would have a arranged marriage.

he never expected to find true love due to the fact every woman would come flaunting to him with their "oh so high" status, and preposterous personalities. or perverted nobles trying to seduce him for the fact he is the only crown prince of the empire. a handsome, ambitious crown prince where every lady believed they could tear down his walls. a stupid fairytale dream, others thought. a fairytale dream he thought would remain a mere dream.

this feeling, love, was something he believed he didn't need. he didn't deserve. as him being the future emperor, such boastful feelings were deemed unnecessary to him. especially with the heavy influence of his father and the late empress's torn relationship.

but then you came along. your small visits to the castle to visit your dear friend cayena, his beloved sister. would soon enough catch the lapis eyes of the tyrannical prince.

once he saw you as just his sisters close friend. then after a social background check, he thought of you as either a pawn for his ascension, or a nuisance to his precious elder sister. oh how much he regrets at such rude ideas now.

your smile that lit up around the castle, you seemed to always appear in his sight right after he's had another raging outburst or when he simply had a bad day. were those moments a sign?

he'd always notice you from high up in the castle hallways, looking down at the garden where your laughter erupted whenever you and cayena talked.

he'd soon find himself smiling at how graceful you danced, as your dress followed with your elegant movements during parties you both attended to. you radiated so much warmth wherever you went.

he remembers when he first asked you for a dance on his birthday. you didn't act like how those other ladies would. ladies who'd flaunt their "beauty" as they beg on their knees for him to dance with them. or ladies who would weirdly accept when he's forced to set foot on the ballroom floor. instead you accepted his request with much respect and eloquent joy. you were just, different.

"oh your highness the crown prince, I would love to dance with you," you said so sweetly. your gentle voice echoed in his head that very night.

he remembers how his hands held your beautiful body, your precious hands. how his eyes couldn't help but stare into your crystal orbs, and painted lips. you were a treasure, he so desperately wanted to keep.

the way you smiled at him with so much honesty when you danced with him. despite the glares of other noble ladies who were completely outraged and envious of your spotlight, you had paid no mind.

soon after that ball, he'd invite you for a day of tea. trying to embrace the moments his sister had enjoyed whenever you had tea with her.

tea time soon turned to walks around his own garden, then horseback riding, to him spoiling you with gifts when you two snuck out into the capital in disguise.

he reminisces to the time you had giddily told him to sneak out the palace one night. to go see the lake you loved since you were a child. together, alone.

that was when he had fully let himself sink into this love he realized he had for you. and if it wasn't love, he didn't know what this butterfly fleeting emotion would be.

you let him grasp the missed times of his youth, experience the fun things a child would normally do. you let out his inner child, you became the first person to fully see his vulnerability. you became the first and only person to break down those wall's everyone else wanted to break.

then one day on one your escapades. he confessed.

"Y/n.. I have something to say. for quite some time I have found this liking towards you. everything i do with you has always given me happiness, a happiness I didn't know I deserved. hah.. your sweet meaningful nothings, your beautiful smile. who knew I'd be so dumb in love...

what I'm trying to say is.. I love you."

he was only in a white blouse shirt and a hooded cape that day. never expecting to be professing his love in such inappropriate clothing. to ask you to be his, his future crown princess. yet here he was.

oh the way the way your eyes sparkled, despite the clear tears that were ready to fall. he hadn't expected you to cry, his eyes widened with panic, hands on your cheeks holding you with worry.

you softly chuckled at his reaction, you placed your smaller hand atop of his. leaning into his hold as you looked at him so blissfully. the moment where you had answered the question he dreaded for you to respond to.

"I love you too your highness, Rezef"

soon enough rezef proposed to you at that same place. when you swung around as he held you with his strong arms. tears streaming your face, while he kissed the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. you both couldn't have been more happier.

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©️ @svtcrus || 08.07.2023

all rights reserved. do not copy / plagiarize my works.

#cowon.writings #rezef hill #rezef x reader #rezef #rezef hill x reader #the villainess is a marionette #manhwa #manhwa x reader #manhwaxreader #the villainess is a marionette x reader

[dxmoness]

─────── KEEP ME WARM OKAY DARLING?

━━━━ rezef hill. manhwa. the villainess is a marionette.

‣ nsfw, yandere. possessive thoughts, cockwarming! . ୨:୧

‣ masterlist . recent works . the villainess is a marionette. ━━━━

— NSFW UNDER CUT! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Name was a new maid of the young princess Cayena. She had been enjoying her job very much until he came into her life.

Rezef Hill, the crowned prince, was a cold-blooded prince who was rather used to getting his way. So when Name didn't comply to his wants, he had to take matters to his own hands.

So you could imagine the instant regret she felt when she finally complied to the prince's desires.

At first it was normal dates, then it became more... interesting requests to say the least. An example would be to sleep in bed with him.

During these times, Rezef tried holding himself back from doing anything that may make the beautiful woman before him to leave his side.

Not that he'd allow that of course. If she dare so much as step away from him, he'd chase her down. He'd kill anyone who'd dare touch her too. That's how far he was in absolute infatuation for the woman he knew as his ‘friend’. But she won't be his friend soon enough. No, she most definitely wouldn't.

Now the routine shifted a whole new turn when he finally made love to her. It was a memorable occasion in which she promised to be his. His, at last.

"Y-Your Highness..." She couldn't help but squirm while sitting on him.

"Hush. You will stay quiet and stay put, understood?" The husky whisper of the prince sent shivers down her spine. She shuddered, causing the prince to groan ever so slightly.

They were in his personal office where he sat and she sat too. but a normal sit on the lap was far different from what they were doing at this very moment.

Behind the desk, her skirts were hiked up while her warm drooling pussy held host to his length. A shiver rolled down her spine at the feeling of it. Her stomach knotted now.

Every once in a while he'd give a teasing thrust or a slight shake of his length that was still deep in her. But her pleas fell on deaf ears, the prince focusing more on his work than anything else. He'd eventually give in but only barely reaching your climax.

"Such a good girl." His whispers of sweet nothings drove her mad as she practically pleaded him to just move so she can at least come once.

Rezef only grins and kisses her forehead before returning to his work.

Long aching hours pass and he finally finished the last of his work. "Come on, princess. Let's go to my room." He pecked her lips before he pulls her up.

"I plan on fucking you until you can't walk straight for weeks."

─────── NOTE?!

First nsfw shit on the blog. Kill me please. It's short. Practically a drabble.

─────── INVITATIONS?!

@primordixl

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[honestly-oceanie]

Marked me like a bloodstain || the dangerous ones edition + some additionals

Synopsis: drawing something on them

Warnings: if you are in a relationship where you are scared of your own significant other, leave the relationship already before it becomes more difficult. A romantic relationship must have mutual respect, trust, comfort and security with one another, it is not always about the butterflies and blushing.

《Dion Agriche, Jeremy Agriche, Rezef Hill, Dylan Sean Blade, Eros Orna Vasilios + two additionals | gn!reader》

{Supposedly fluff♡ | ▪︎imagine/scenario▪︎}

The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

Dion Agriche

🦋 You decided to do this for no apparent reason. Or you just wanted a reaction from him.

🦋 You asked Dion for him to hand you his arm, he stared at you first as if questioning you why... now you really started to regret asking as his sharp gaze was rather uncomfortable.

🦋 Before you could retract your request, Dion reach his hand out to you without a word, indicating that you may do as you please. It took you awhile to process his action but you chirpily did as you initially planned. Using the pen against his skin.

🦋 You proudly showed him your artwork and explained it to him knowing that he definitely does not understand it. He just nodded then ruffled your hair before leaving. Now you're left wondering if this was even worth it at all.

🦋 Meanwhile outside the door, Dion stares at the doodle you did on his palm. It felt weird having the pen's ink on his skin though it did no much harm on him except painting some part of his skin black, he certainly won't use a pen as a weapon as he deems it useless.

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The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

Jeremy Agriche

🦋 "You will do anything for me, right?" You asked your boyfriend and he nodded vigorously.

🦋 You asked him to sit still and closed his eyes and Remy followed you obediently. He could feel something poking on his cheek that seems to have a liquid substance but he didn't dare peek as you haven't told him to open his eyes and he trust you with his life.

🦋 After you completed your drawing, you let him open his eyes and you pass him the hand mirror so he could see it. Jeremy's eyes widen as he sees what you have done, he takes a close inspection of it.

🦋 You're growing anxious and scared, had you crossed Remy's invisible line? You had always been free to do as you please with him as he allows you too that you forgot about boundaries. But before you knew it, he tackles you with a tight hug and started showering you with kisses, he tells you to do it again. After both of you are satisfied, you ruffled his hair as you professed your love for him, grateful that he still allows you to do things.

🦋 Remy won't mind whatever you want to do with him as long as you do it within the confines of his safe and private room.

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The Villainess Is A Marionette

Rezef Hill

"Prince of Eldyme Empire"

🦋 You've been so bored out of you mind these past few days, you can't talk to anyone unless you want them to be gone, your servant's changes almost everyday depending on their loyalty to their master, whom is your partner, Prince Rezef.

🦋 Kayena does visit you at times to keep your sanity intact but not for too long, for some reason Prince Rezef just knows when to interrupt.

🦋 Since you pretty much have no one but him then he should be your target right? He doesn't want you to rely on anyone but him then so be it.

🦋 You ordered your current personal attendant to call for him, after a few Rezef finally came and told the servant to leave you alone. He then sat down beside you and asks why you called for him, you told him that you wanted to spend some time with him and asked him to give you his hand and he didn't hesitate, glad with your willingness and obedience.

🦋 He was quite amused when you started drawing on his palm. He knew you like art so much, maybe he should give you an art room as a reward for reciprocating his love. After you finished, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and thank him for his cooperation, you tried to be as lovely as you could with him to avoid upsetting him and might get yourself killed

🦋 He gave you that prince charming smile again and told you: "Anything for my princess." As he kisses your cheek too.

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I Tamed A Tyrant And Ran Away/ The Taming Of The Tyrant

Dylan Sean Blade

"The 13th Prince"

🦋 Dylan had receive losses in his life, first his mother, next his master, and now he obviously won't allow the same with you.

🦋 As the ink of the quill pen that you are holding spread across his skin, it reminds him that you are still there. As your warm hand holds his arm to keep him steady, it assures him that you are a real existence and not just a fragment of hallucination of his fever dream.

🦋 Soon you completed your work, Dylan kissed your palm that once held the quill pen previously. He swore to you in his heart, anything you wish upon, just order him at your will and he is eternally at your service. That is if you reciprocate the same loyalty to him.

🦋 He'll do anything you say as long as you stay and don't run away.

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Your Throne/ I Want To Be You, Just For A Day

Eros Orna Vasilios

"Crown Prince of the Vasilios Empire"

🦋 As the assistant of the Crown Prince, it was customary that you will meet other people, yet however, the Crown Prince seem to disagree. For some odd reason he likes to keep you to himself, he normally doesn't allow you to meet other people, which you're actually glad about as you don't like to socialize anyways.

🦋 Today is unfortunately an exception, you are forced to be a part of a meeting. You know it's going to involve a lot of people but you didn't expect it to be this many. Your social anxiety is getting the best of you, you're really really trying your best to seem normal as possible. Still, you can't help it when you fidget.

🦋 You subconsciously started swinging the pen that is in between your thumb and index finger. You didn't notice that the point touches the Crown Prince skin as you swing it.

🦋 Eros suddenly grabbed your hand, forcing you to a stop. You flinch at the sudden contact (hopefully no one noticed), you turn to look at the Crown Prince beside you. He put the meeting to a halt and asked everyone to scram.

🦋 After all others had left, he turned to you, his hand still holding yours while his other hand held your jaw. His gaze on you was so sharp and intimidating you couldn't face him at all so instead you looked down and there you saw what you had done.

🦋 Your nervousness and shock was completely visible to Eros who laughed at the sight. It wasn't helpful at all, you know what kind of person your boss is and it made you feel scared of him, already overthinking of what may happen to you, yet Eros only calmly stood up from his seat and held your jaw stronger, making you look up at him.

🦋 He merely told you to calm yourself first before you return to his office. With that, he patted your head before leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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2 Additionals 《Callisto Regulus, Cale Henituse》

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Death Is The Only Ending For The Villainess/ Villains Are Destined To Die

Callisto Regulus

"Crown Prince of the Eorka Empire"

🦋 Since you had nothing to do, you decided to go annoy your partner. As you arrive in his office, you just slam open the door and there, revealed your peacefully sleeping partner resting on his table with his arms as his pillow.

🦋 But you weren't just gonna stop there just because he is sleeping. After closing the door, you approach the table Callisto is sleeping at. Your eyes comes across the pen that lays beside him.

🦋 Grinning evilly, you pick up the pen and started doodling on Callisto's face. After some time, you notice his brows furrowing, indicating that he was going to fully awake soon, so you place back the pen from where you found it to avoid suspicion and skedaddled before you get caught.

🦋 Callisto stretched his arms that he used as his pillow. Finally getting the motivation, he stood up from his seat and decided to walk around a bit, as he walked past a mirror he noticed something and stopped on his tracks, he walks back to the mirror and saw his face now covered with doodles.

🦋 There is only one person that he allows to enter in his office without needing permission nor knocking and that person is most certainly the culprit of this. But he needs to wash his face first.

🦋 Callisto finally found the culprit, reading a book at the library as if they hadn't done nothing at all. A dark shadow looms over you thus you couldn't read properly anymore, you were going to scold whoever it was yet it turned out to only be your partner, Callisto, who was smiling back at you.

🦋 I suggest you sleep with one eye open tonight, he warned, and you were obviously gonna take this advice as you know very well what was gonna happen on your beauty sleep.

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Trash Of The Count's Family/ Lout Of Count's Family

Original! Cale Henituse

🦋 You and Cale have known since you were just little kids, you two had grown with such a strong friendship, you both were unseparable and unbreakable.

🦋 Lately you've been noticing that things have been a little different between you and your great friend. You both had barely spend time with each other not even trying to check up on the other. You've been busy with your duties as the heir of your family, and Cale busy doing his own stuff. Even when you both happen to cross paths with each other, he acts as though he doesn't notice you at all. Today however, he couldn't turn around anymore.

🦋 You were sitting on the tree you and Cale had claimed as your own, accompanied with leaves dancing with the wind as you compose poems on your newly-bought notebook yet you feel so uninspired. Your heart couldn't help but feel restless as you began to comprehend the growing distance between you and Cale.

🦋 Had you done or said something insensitive to him without realizing? No that couldn't be possible, you're aware of topics that are deemed taboo to Cale. Is it because you haven't spend a spare time with him? But Cale is knows how you are busy with your duties and you did promised to him that if you had the chance, you'd take a day off with him. Is it because you hadn't checked up on him? You know how reckless he can be yet miraculously he can still stand on his own two feet. You trust him a lot to know that he'll be fine though you still feel worried about him everytime.

🦋 And speaking of the devil, there he is, standing beside you with wide eyes as he didn't expect to face you today. You grab his legs and forcedly plop him down beside before he could run off, you are on top of him with your hands on either side of his head to avoid him from escaping. While you are determined to bring back the bond you both once shared, Cale's face is almost of the same color of his hair, he is extremely flustered from the position you're both in, if anyone could see this they would surely misunderstand.

🦋 You confronted Cale and he explained to you that he just didn't want to bother you at all, you sighed in relief, you thought you had done something wrong to him. You moved back to the place you were originally sitting as Cale finally gets to sit down properly.

🦋 You fiddled with the pen you were holding, then suddenly you remembered a memory from your childhood with Cale. You indicate to Cale for him to give you his hand and he did, wondering what you were gonna do but didn't dare ask. You started doodling on his wrist, a stickman and a stickwoman both holding ice creams.

🦋 "Is this–hmm... is this suppose to be us?" Cale guessed, you nodded cheerfully then asked him if he still remembered that day, and he cracked in a fit of laughter remembering that time you both tasted ice cream for the very first time, your reaction was most amusing.

🦋 The sun had already set to let the moon shine for the night, yet none of you bothered as you and Cale were too busy remembering memories you both share since your childhood up until now.

🦋 Who would have thought that happiness can be cut short that easily. Those laughter that you should cherish fades into mere memories. It was only yesterday but today is a new day, and new day can come new beginnings.

🦋 You didn't expect that your friend who just came back to normal, is not him. Your friend you've had a strong bond with, is not him anymore. Your friend you grown to love, will never be him. But is it really over just like this?

🦋 Same bodies but different souls. Can you really not be happy with him anymore? Are you really gonna lose this friendship? Could there really be no bond that may form at all? Is it really impossible to fall in love with the new him as he is? Or will you still cling to the hope for him to return as he was?

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Honestly, Oceanie

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#manhwa #manhwa x reader #trash of the count's family #tcf cale #lcf manhwa #lout of the count’s family #cale henituse x reader #og!cale henituse #death is the only ending for a villainess #callisto regulus #your throne #i want to be you just for a day #eros orna vasilios #i tamed a tyrant and ran away #the taming of the tyrant #dylan sean blade #the villainess is a marionette #rezef hill #regef hill #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #the way to protect the heroine's brother #jeremy agriche x reader #jeremy agrece #dion agriche x reader #deon agrece #twtptflob #manhwa fanfic #x reader #oceanie writing #oceanie:)

[inzsanewrites]

A Simple Misunderstanding

Rezef/Regef Hill x fem!Reader

The insistent pulling on your arm was starting to really hurt and your feet was starting to hurt as well from all the walking you had been put through.

Having more than enough of it, you looked up and tugged your arm away from your fiancé, that had him pausing in his steps.

“Rezef. Stop.”

He turned around and as expected his face was furious.

“Why? So you can run back to that bastard?”

“Bastard?”

He grabbed you by your shoulders, it wasn’t a rough grip but it was a firm one.

“You think I didn’t see you laughing around with that jerk?! Do you think I’ll ever let you be happy with another man?! No. Never.”

Another man? Laughing around? Ohhh.

You realized what Rezef’s problem had to be this time.

“Your Highness,” you placed a hand on one of his arms. “Please calm down. This entire situation is just a simple misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding?! So I misunderstood seeing you accompany a strange man all day, have I?”

You wanted to laugh at the vein poking out of his head now but managed to hold it in.

“Yes, the nature of our relationship isn’t like that rather we are family.”

Silence.

“Cousins, to be exact.”

Even more silence.

“He is engaged as well, my prince.”

“…”

“Therefore, I see no reason to be jealous of my laughter around with ‘another man’ per se.”

Rezef ears seemed a bit red as he let go of your shoulders as he walked off into the opposite direction.

“Is that so? Then I must have a conversation with the guards then.”

The guards?

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t question it as you made your way to his office.

‘Must be something important then.”

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Meanwhile, your cousin struggled in the arms of the palace guards as he tried to reason with one of them.

The one with a knife to be exact.

“I swear on every single land, asset, and coin my lineage owns, the Crown Princess Candidate and I are only cousins!”

#rezef hill #rezef hill x reader #the villainess is a marionette #the villainess is a marionette x reader #webtoon x reader #webtoon #regef hill #regef hill x reader #manhwa x reader #manhwa

[amy-the-fairy]

Otome isekai mc be like

#otome isekai #josei isekai #wmmap #villains are destined to die #who made me a princess #beware of the villainess #kill the villainess #the villainess is a marionette #your throne

[lxdymoon0357]

Can I request for a general dating headcannons with Father, I Don't Want This Marriage and The Villainess Is A Marionette (separately)

Thank you!!

(I did TVIAM in this this!)

The Villainess Is A Marionette X Reader HCs

Cayena Hill

♧ Wow!! You're dating her....you doing great in life, keep it up. She's quite a loving partner, as long as both you're or her life isn't danger, she loves to dance with you and talk with you.

♧ She often has Rezef get gifts for you, no matter whether you deny or accept them, she's going to get you anything and everything you want, on one condition, you never leave her side as her S/O, even if it gets you killed.

♧ Cayena for someone of her status really likes to do weird things, like sneak out to get flowers at 2:47 am at night because she wanted to know what they smelt like and you being you couldn't refuse her. You got caught easily, but once you told Rezef why you were sneaking the princess out, he immediately understood and let you go.

♧ You got the emperor's blessing for dating her easily, but Rezef wasn't so easy to crack, no matter what you did, he didn't like you until he saw you beat a guy up because he tried touching Cayena, you both became good friends after that. He's still scary in your opinion...

♧ She often has her hand entangled with yours, no matter where you go and if you let go of it, she starts sulking a bit and acting all sad and whimpy to get your attention back to her and considering her beauty, it's pretty easy.

♧ On the topic of her being pretty, she gets so much unwanted attention from men and jealous women alike and it really leaves her in a bad moon, so it's up-to you to protect her from creepy men who are wayyy older than her trying to hit her up or women trying to attack her gorgeous face because they're jealous, don't worry her attackers do get their punishment by Rezef, and you get awards by her kissing and cuddling you.

♧ I figured she would really like to go horse-back riding with you, she has a few horses whom she rides every week end very early in the morning, one named Sisili and one named Osci, both are you favorite and they're both just absolute darlings.

♧ She also loves going on picnics with you, and the food is all made by you both and for you both it tastes like heaven, with cakes, salads, tteokbokki, noodles, different types of meats and much much more!

Rezef Hill

☠ Wow, so you somehow pulled this psycho?? But he's hot, so it don't matter as much, now as I have stated before, either Rezef could be a total horny, sweetheart who loves to cuddle, kiss and cherish you or he could either be a horny, sadistic man who loves to fuck you while tears run down your face, no in between.

☠ Rezef often carried you around, no matter if you can walk, your legs are basically useless in Rezef's presence, but he does get tired himself and that is the only time he let's you go on your own two feet to walk.

☠ Oh, yeah. I remember that Rezef is a very possessive and obsessive person, so say bye bye to your personal space as he clings to you like his life depends on it, so he's a total koala.

☠ He's loves to cuddle with you in his lap while he does his paper-work, he doesn't care if anybody else is getting uncomfortable or jealous or annoyed cause he's comfortable and comfy with you on his lap and that's all that matters.

☠ He loves and I mean LOVES to kiss you, like after he wakes up, before he goes to sleep, between his works, in the middle of meetings, when he's jealous, when he wants to go for a bath, it don't matter because he loves to kiss you an 8 times out of 10, it ends up in a make-out session....

☠ Rezef is a very greedy person, not only in behavior for power, titles or respect, but also in your relationship, he wants you give him all of your affection and love and he will still never be bored of you, he will try hard to make you see that.

☠ Rezef is also very protective, he knows he has done wrong things and he is in no way, shape or form sorry for them, but he knows people will do anything for revenge, he is very protective and very gravely makes sure you're in completely safe hands.

☠ Rezef may not be able to spend a lot of time with you, but he tries his best to make up for it and when you both get into arguments, he may get violent, but he will very sincerely apologize for it and will do anything to earn your forgiveness.

☠ He buys you whatever you want whether it be jewelry, food, title, land, gifts, dresses/suits, servants, pets, perfumes, houses, books, whatever your desire may be, he will do his best to fulfil them.

Raffaelo Kedrey

✧ Raffaelo Kedrey is very scared of women, so it's very hard to maybe even earn his attention, but if still somehow manage, he will quite a sweetheart even from a huge distance you both need for his phobia.

✧ Raphael very much enjoys to spend time with you, whether it be you reading stories to each-other, one chapter read by you, the second will be read by him, then third by you and so on, you both sitting on the bed, a few inches apart and reading while he leans over to read alongside you.

✧ Raphael will very much enjoy sending letters to you, because well his mother's controlling tendencies will probably stop him from talking with you, but since everyone in the manor basically hates her, so nobody really cares of her order to stop Raphael from sending any letters out.

✧ He is also very much into impressing, he will do whatever you want him to, if it impresses you, he has taken up a few things because you said you find people who are able to do them very impressive and amazing people.

✧ You both very often goes horse-riding to go into the forest for bird-watching or to see animals in their natural habitat or to take time to spend with each-other, but he is very strict with the fact of your safety in the forest.

✧ you both also do something where you both send each-other letters as the person you both wish to be and as you both continue to send the letters it will turn into a story, maybe like story telling but with each other and letters <3

✧ On topic of love, jealousy goes hand in hand, he may unfazed, but on the inside he is probably planning on killing the person next to you, depends on how much he knows the person the worst punishments he plans for them.

✧ His love language just might be feeding you favourite foods, he doesn't care how extravagant or how cheap the dish is, if you're craving it it's going to be present in front of you!

✧ Overall, he's a good boi, he will very much bring you back to your home at designated time <3

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❝𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄……❞

𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚 💭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 💭 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐱 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐰 💭 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐬

( 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥! 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲. )

✶ being the only biological daughter of the heinrich duchy as well as being the vice-commander of the empire’s order of chivalry was exhausting, even more so when the time-limited emperor decided to intrust his regal children’s well being to you. what aroused his sudden trust in your loyalty to follow his orders? it was beyond you, but you didn’t care.

✶ that was basically the gist of how you were betrothed to the young prince, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥, and left the military to enter the palace as the prince’s future spouse. even though this wasn’t the way you planned your future life to play out, you abandoned your dreams without much resistance. after all, you’ve gotten accustomed to abandoning your own pleasures for the sake of survival.

✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 was perplexed by this engagement at first. how could his father just go ahead and betroth him to a woman he’s never met before? especially a woman who was rumored to be a savage barbarian on the battle field, the total opposite of what you’d expect from a noble lady. despite that, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 didn’t dare to oppose this decision.

✶ the biological daughter of the heinrich duchy which has been an annoying headache to 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 on the path of becoming emperor, an esteemed war hero respected in the military - which he had no control in, and most likely an ignorant girl since she left for the battlefield ever since she was young. the emperor had basically just dropped the crown itself into his hands!

✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 had never felt grateful towards his cold-hearted father before, but now he couldn’t thank the emperor enough! with the chess piece named “(y/n) heinrich” in his hands, the game was basically his to win! that is, until 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 finally met his infamous betrothed…

✶ unlike the rumored woman who had no manners and looked akin to the hideous monsters she slayed, the woman standing before him was graceful. she looked the embodiment of the word ‘dignified’ in a pale white dress that was cascaded down her noble body.

✶ her face was not that of a monster’s at all, it was far, far from it. her (e/c) eyes were fascinating to stare at as it reflected the gruesome experiences of war a noble lady shouldn’t have known of. her cheeks were lightly flushed due to the heat of summer, and her lips were pouted, a gentle shade of pink that made it seem even more enticing. her daunting but warm aura was especially attractive as she didn’t seem naive like he expected at all.

✶ how could such baseless rumors be told about this sophisticated woman? and how could 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟, someone as intelligent and calculating as himself, believe those filthy lies even for a moment.

✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 had to force his eyes away from his fiancée to compose himself. placing a hand on top of his chest, he bowed, taking your smaller hands into his and pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles. “it’s a pleasure to finally meet my fiancée, lady (y/n).” 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 flashed his charming smile, his grip tightening around your calloused hand thats experienced so much.

✶ you gaze at the man silently before retracting your hand, contemplating if you wanted to humiliate yourself by failing a curtsy, but decided for a hug in the end. looping your arms around him, you pulled the unsuspecting prince into a loose hug, causing the blonde to freeze up in your arms before he relaxed again. “i’m honored to be your fiancée, my prince.” 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 patted your back rather awkwardly in the hug, but nonetheless, he smiled at your warm voice.

✶ after finally moving in to the palace and spending your free time to observe the prince, you realized 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 was the total opposite of the cunning man with a bad temper that you’ve imagined. he treated you kindly and sincerely, always checking in on you to see how you’ve adjusted to the palace despite his busy schedule, and even inviting you for a story time over warm tea.

✶ and after a life filled with blood and tears, you found yourself enjoying the newfound peace you expected to be a burden, and began to unwind yourself around the prince. though, that didn’t mean you allowed yourself to completely bask in the prince’s kindness. after all, you were aware of which side your family stood on ( though you couldn’t care less ), and you could never forgot the duty the emperor entrusted to you.

✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 was aware that you hadn’t completely let down your guard, but he didn’t mind. it would be fun to see you slowly adjust to his presence and eventually come seeking him out. after all, the longer you have to work for something, the more satisfying it was to finally clench it in your hand.

✶ perhaps it was due to his haughty ideals that clouded his vision, that’s why 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 didn’t realize when he became the exact lovesick puppy he imagined you to become, but the prince found himself constantly seeking to be closer. wether it be patting your shoulder, the habit of hugging you instead of a formal bow, and holding your hand while meeting with his father, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 always found his hand lingering on the heat of your skin.

✶ not only did he want to become even closer to you, he desired to know more. what was your experience on the battlefield like? do you have any scars? how did you get that scar on your back? which kingdom did the soldier that engraved the scar on the flesh of your stomach hail from? what was your favorite color? favorite tea? favorite dessert? what type of dresses did you prefer? what kinds of perfume did you like?

✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟’s simple curiosity slowly grew into vehement interest. and without fail, whatever your response to his question was, you would find it neatly wrapped and delivered to your chambers the following day. oh, you said you preferred a simple necklace instead to a golden one? it was delivered to you the next day, with the exception the stone was a rare diamond that wasn’t so plain. you liked flowy dresses instead of puffy ones? a rack of flowy dresses in various designs and color was in your closet the following day.

✶ the gifts became so consistent that you could no longer ignore after a whole week. did rezef plan to win you over by using gifts? did he think you were that naive? was that why he’s been visiting you almost everyday? why he suggested you to move closer to his chambers?

✶ oh, but you don’t have to worry so much! 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 simply liked the sight of you adorned in his gifts from head to toe, that’s all! and his frequent visits? he merely enjoys your pleasant company and intriguing stories! moving closer to his bedroom? he’ll become your husband and you’ll have to sleep in the same bed after all, shouldn’t things change sooner so you have the chance to adjust better?

✶ in the end, your bedroom was moved to the room right next to 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟, and the prince himself couldn’t be happier with this adjustment. he was sleeping in the room right next to you! perhaps it would be soon that you guys would share warmth under the same blanket.

✶ it didn’t take a genius to realize how affectionate rezef became towards you, and it definitely can’t be excused with merely being close to each other when the engagement was basically forced upon the two of you. 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟, the temperamental prince, had fallen head-over-heels for his betrothed, and you knew.

✶ his action was honestly adorable to you who never witnessed such amusing behavior at the battlefield. seeing 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 constantly crave for your touch and follow you around. oh, he’s gotten more protective? no one’s cared for you like that in the army, how sweet of him. what? he wants you to move into his bedroom? how could you reject when he stares at you with those eyes?

✶ you knew you shouldn’t be allowing this, because you were also becoming smitten by the handsome prince, but it shouldn’t cause anything bad, right? after all, your worries stemmed from the fact 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 might pit you against your own family, and you would be forced to chose him due to the engagement. but with this development, surely 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 wouldn’t risk the woman he loved? ah, that’s it! he just needed to love you! more and more. he needs to go crazy with desire for you, that way, he wouldn’t dare use you as a disposable pawn.

✶ with that decided, you allowed yourself to act more intimate towards 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟. tracing your calloused fingers on his jaw, ruffling his golden hair, pressing kisses to his knuckles, giving more frequent and longer hugs. you began to initiate all the physical contact, and 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 practically basked in this new affection. and, as the greedy man he is, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 yearned for more. just hugs weren’t enough anymore, he wanted to really feel your body against his instead of the prints of your curves. he wanted your fingers to explore more of his body. chaste kisses weren’t enough, he wanted to corner your lips and taste them. the more he wanted to take, the more jealous he became even at the slightest things.

✶ he should be the one receiving all of your attention, so why did you always smile at the amateur knights guarding the palace? why didn’t you accompany him in his office longer? why didn’t you ask him to join you for a dual instead of those unworthy knights? he was your soon-to-be husband, so he’s the only man you should be paying attention to, yet these pests dare to bask in your kindness. were they so uneducated that they’d even go after what’s not their’s?

✶ his seething jealousy was especially apparent when 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 accompanied you as your escort for a banquet to celebrate the victorious of the military. and as the vice-commander of the order of chivalry, you were required to attend, and 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 had practically begged you to take him as your escort. sure, he knew you could overpower him with your strength, but he needed to keep an eye on the pests that would look your way. what if one of them looked upon you with lustful gazes? how dare some irrelevant bastard do that when even 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 didn’t dare think of you in that way?

✶ though that was his main goal for the night and 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 wasn’t one to get distracted, seeing you all dolled up with your makeup perfectly done, your hair styled neatly, and proudly wearing the midnight gown that was matching to his own suit, along with the extravagant sapphire necklace that was the same color of his eyes, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 felt his heart burst out of his chest.

✶ “you look breathtaking,” 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 muttered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, inhaling your scent the he could never get enough of. you smiled at the prince, touching his cheek with your gloved fingers and gently pinching his nose. truly, no one would blame you for being weak towards such an adorable man.

✶ once the door to the banquet hall opened and your name was announced, practically the whole room held their breath to ogle at the lady hailing from the heinrich duchy, notorious for becoming the only female knight in the entire continent. but just as they came to realize the rumors about her hideous appearance was mere lies, they felt the murdurous stare of the prince besides her.

✶ wait, since when were they so close that prince 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 would be escorting her? why was he holding her so protectively as if he would pounce on anyone who dared to even look at her in the wrong way? the sight of the couple was ironic, really. no one in the banquet hall could tell who was more dangerous between the two of them, even though the answer should’ve obviously been the breathtaking lady knight.

✶ true to his goal for the night, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 made sure to remember the faces of anyone who dared look at you with animosity or lust. he particularly carved the appearances of noblemen who was courageous enough to ask you for a dance and blatantly ignore the way he was gripping onto your waist. those pests would be the first to die once he finally sits on the throne. would they be just as courageous with their arms and legs chopped off, he wondered?

✶ of course, you couldn’t allow 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 to continue glaring at the nobles so maliciously, so you had to calm the prince down somehow. and like usual, you would loop your arms around him, pulling him into your embrace. but the only difference this time was that many eyes were locked on the two of you. displaying your affection for him publicly like this was the equivalent of announcing to the whole world that the only daughter of the heinrich grand duchy will support the illegitimate prince! it was safe to say the nobles had been chucked into complete chaos the days after the banquet, especially the current head of heinrich.

✶ noblemen throughout the empire, wether they hail from small or grand backgrounds, gradually flocked to follow and make their decision to side with rezef. after all, they would be delusional to reject the fact an esteemed vice-commander decided to support the prince. and with their strengths alone, they could never compare to the military forces in the grasps of the prince’s fiancée. even the supporters of heinrich began to join rezef’s side in spite of the consequences. after all, the current head was a mere adopted son. and the true heir of the grand duchy was on the prince’s side. it was all thanks to you that 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 could gain so much support, and the prince couldn’t be more pleased with you.

✶ this made apparent the fact 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 couldn’t risk loosing you, because that would be the equivalent of loosing almost half of his growing support. though he never had any intentions of loosing you to anyone in the first place, and especially not that adopted son of heinrich, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 began to attach himself to you by the hip.

✶ he constantly followed you around all day ( as if he wasn’t doing that before ), and monitored every action you took. from filling out military requests in the morning, practicing your swordsmanship, and quietly reading some books, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 watched everything with half-lidded eyes. seeing you swing your sword so elegantly was especially alluring to the prince. how could you afford to look so gentle, yet swing your sword as if it was a feather? he’s never witnessed such graceful swordsmanship his entire life! he couldn’t help but admire his beautiful fiancée.

✶ and perhaps, after watching and yearning for you for so long, his patience finally began to thin. 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 never found his mind wandering to dirty thoughts of a woman’s body despite it being natural for his age, because no one could attract his attention. but, you. oh, you.

✶ did your body always look so tantalizing? was the way you gazed at him always that sultry? was your voice always that honey-sweet? was the touch of your calloused hands always that tingly? he knew it. 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 new that a sinful part of him was beginning to lust after you, but how could he resist the dirty thoughts? he had the most perfect woman in his grasps, how could he withstand the temptation to explore more of her?

✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 didn’t want to think about you in this way. you were so kind and gentle towards him, so it felt objectifying to think like that about you after coming to peace with the resolve that he didn’t want to treat you as a mere pawn in this cruel game. he came to love you more than he’d ever expect, and he wanted to keep you by his side.

✶ yet, these scandalous thoughts kept haunting him every night, and every time he’d snap awake, you would be in his arms sleeping peacefully without a hint of the corruption within him. without fail, he would nuzzle his face into your neck, inhaling your scent to satiate the thirst burning at the back his throat. 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 was embarrassed that he’s been rendered to a hormonal teenage boy because of you, but nonetheless couldn’t help it.

✶ albeit one particular night, where the cold and crisp air of approaching autumn caused you to nuzzle closer into the chest of your blonde-haired fiancée seeking for warmth, finally caused the burning thirst to erupt from his throat. just inhaling you wasn’t enough anymore, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 wanted to swallow you whole. though he doubt even that would be enough to completely quench his thirst.

✶ he pulled you impossibly closer, pressing kisses to your lips that was slightly agape, but his kisses began to derail and instead traced the shape of your jawline. he peppered kisses down to your neck, then to the warm flesh underneath the bathrobe that he never expected he would be so grateful of its existence.

✶ his fingers hastily untied the soft belt around your waist, pushing the bathrobe to the side as his hand immediately went to squeeze your hips, pulling you closer against himself to ease a bit of the tension in his own pants. no different than an unrestrained beast, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 massaged the soft flesh of your breasts, his lips sucking on your neck and leaving satisfying red marks behind. but just that wasn’t enough. he wanted to feel more of you.

✶ his longing hand let go of your breasts, wandering lower as he grazed the particular scar on your stomach, but he kept going lower. 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟’s grip on your thigh was needy, massaging and squeezing your inner thigh until he’s had enough and finally shuffled to open your legs. your body was so pliant for him too, your legs easily separating as his fingers plunged into the heat between them. his long fingers caressed your slick-ridden cunt… was your body truly so sensitive to him despite being thick with sleep?

✶ that was the moment your voice momentarily woke him from his lustful daze. “were you that desperate, my dear prince?” you muttered, looping your arms around his neck as your soft lips collided with his own. unlike the chaste kisses you would usually give him, this one was different. it was a kiss searing with lust, just as he had yearned for your body, you also wanted his’. it made 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟’s chest swell with delight, and the embarrassment of being caught red-handed by you sinked to the back of his mind. now he had finally realized, you were awake the whole time, weren’t you? obviously, how could a knight who’s slept during the dangers on the battlefield not be aware of the way someone would fondle their body during the night?

✶ what a clever little thing you were, and 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 was grateful, because he didn’t have to waste any time explaining his desire for you with words. you’d give him what he wants, from the way you held onto him so tightly. you’ll finally quench his thirst and satisfy his sinful curiosity.

✶ “don’t worry, my prince,” you separated your lips from 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟, and the prince looked as if he wanted to chase you. your lips wet with saliva couldn’t help but curve into a grin, “i am all yours tonight.”

✶ that was the final straw. 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟’s patience had finally snapped as he rose on top of you, muscular arms trapping your head in place as if daring you to move an inch. half-lidded sapphire eyes swallowed the sight of your bare body that’s prevailed through many battles, your own sultry gaze piercing through him. he suddenly felt so weak and vulnerable to his own desires.

✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 panted harshly, his fingers that was caressing your cunt pressed harder, using your arousal as lubricant as his slender finger easily sink into you, earning a surprised gasp from your swollen lips. ah, he didn’t know you could sound so fragile. he wanted to hear that sound again.

✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 mindlessly inserted another finger inside you and began to pump his fingers in and out, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing on the sensitive bud in a circular motion, which made soft hums and moans spill from your throat. ah, that’s it. louder. make more sounds. he wanted to hear your voice. he’ll be the only man to ever hear such fragile sounds escape from your lips. ✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 pumped his fingers faster, massaging a particularly gummy part deep inside of you that would never fail to elicit another muffled moan from your lips. seeing you so lost in the pleasure, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 inserted another finger, your arousal dripping down your thigh and his hand.

✶ his lips found themselves latched onto the hard bud of your nipple, sucking on your breasts as the sound of your erratic heartbeat became clear to him. your moans became louder, more needy and frequent, as his fingers continued to thrust in and out of you, rubbing your clit until it was red a swollen, you felt your abdomen swirl.

✶ “..haah…ah..𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟…!” you whimpered, writhing in his embrace as the knot in your abdomen suddenly snapped, allowing an electric-like wave to wash over you.

✶ hearing the guttural moan that escaped from you, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 moved any from your breast with a lewd ‘pop’. the prince watched as he took his fingers out of you, a clear string of arousal connecting his fingers to the puffy lips of your pussy. he slowly brought his fingers to his lips, tongue lapping up your arousal from his fingers and sucking on it, gazing into your glossy eyes greedily.

✶ his fingers left his lips with another ‘pop’, a familiar grin adorning the prince’s handsome face. “are you sure you want to let me take you? once i have a taste, i’ll always want more.” 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 muttered, wiping the beads of sweat on your cheek tenderly. he was well aware of his own greed, and being the subject of his intense desire would be anything but pleasurable. “i won’t stop even if you cry or faint… i’ll keep taking and taking, tasting every inch of you until I’m satiated.” ah, 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟 seemed a little sad while saying that. he didn’t want you to avoid his desire, he wanted you to love him enough to embrace it.

✶ you huffed, breathing finally calming down from your high as your calloused fingers stroked 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟’s cheek, the prince crooning at your touch. “i’m the type of woman who has survived many things. and you, my beloved prince, is not an exception.” you eyes twinkled with fond affection, spilling with warmth as if you’d embrace him even when no one would.

✶ in that moment, time seemed to slow around the two of you, staring into each other’s nostalgia-filled eyes and reminiscing the first time you met each other. at first, the two of you always gazed in each other’s direction with caution, yet now under the pale moonlight, the wall you two had built melted like snow on a hot summer day. your hearts beat in an unbreakable rhythm to each other’s, as if there was shackles connecting you together.

✶ how ironic, the path destiny had carved for you. it was the path to hell itself, yet you couldn’t be more content. you wouldn’t want things any other way. you weren’t worried though. you were a survivor. surely you can also survive the hellish life and 𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐟’s smothering love.

#the villainess is a marionette #rezef hill #cayena hill #raphael kedrey #easterheinrich #manhwa x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere manhwa x reader #—ichigo 💭 #_𝟏𝐊𝟏𝐆𝐀𝟏_

[mellifluouaamor]

hello! can I request isis, rezef, and ijekiel courting or crushing hcs? also gn!reader please, like how they would act around their crush, what they would do for them, unless you have a character limit I'll redo this request :') thank you if you took up this request! I hope you'll have a lovely day or night ❤️❤️

ISIS DE ELMIR, REZEF HILL, IJEKIEL ALPHEUS (SEPARATE) ⍣ GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

synopsis. how he courts you.

warnings. rezef hill being rezef hill.

author's note. HI SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING FOR MONTHS 🙈 to answer your question though - because of how easy it is for me to write for manhwa characters, i wanna say that i have no character limit... but alas, i gotta cap it at 3 so i can catch up with my other requests 😂

it'll take empress iris and aisha talking to ISIS to get him to realise his intimate feelings for you, and he'll immediately think of courting you once he's sure that what he feels isn't a product of him being in the heat of the moment. if he's already close with you, the way he endearingly treats you won't change but there will be a hint of shyness in his gestures.

his attempts at courting you may be a bit awkward, but there's no denying the heartfelt sincerity in every gift that he leaves in your hands. the gifts that he hand-picks himself reflect his innocent wish of making you the happiest person in the empire (as well as the time that he spends thinking about you).

as the crown prince, isis spends most of his time studying and training, and rarely has a moment to think about relationships. as a result, he would often turn to his father and mother for help. he'd take you out to the places they've suggested and would plan every date meticulously; courting you is an operation that he must succeed in!

he pays extra attention to you on your dates and considers those outings as your days. if there's a particular place that you want to visit, don't hesitate to tell him as he'll gladly bring you there on his carriage - or his horse if you ask him. something in a shop caught your eye? consider it bought.

during royal balls and banquets, isis will always make sure to ask you if he could be your partner for your first dance. he wants to be the one to lead you to the dance floor and show the audience that there is no one in the whole world who shines more brightly or beautifully than you. if he's the star, then you must the sky that allows him to exist.

despite being the crown prince, the way isis treats you will make you feel like royalty - and he's not being endearing just for the sake of getting your hand. every action and word of his is genuine, especially his promise to devote his faith to you and being your sword.

REZEF will kill a person, burn a mansion down, and even forsake his own country if it means that he can obtain you. with the way he was raised and treated as a child, it shouldn't come as a surprise that rezef views you as a property to own rather than a living human whose feelings he has to put above his own if he truly loves you.

you'll find yourself on the receiving end of his kindness and comfort more often, and you'll wake up to find expensive gifts piling up in your home. he doesn't bother leaving himself anonymous because he knows that once your parents are aware of the prince's courtship, it'll be hard for you to refuse his feelings later.

instead of taking you out to the places that you've never been to before, he'll invite you over for lunch or dinner with him in the palace and try to charm you. if you're cayena's close friend, she'll encourage you to get to know her brother better and will even go as far as putting in a good word for him to convince you; even if you're intuitive enough to realise that he's not someone you should get involved with, cayena's charisma is enough to make you inclined to accept rezef's invitations.

as the prince of his country, rezef is not short on money. if jamil tells him that you've been showing interest in a certain trend or have been eyeing some things in the shops, he'll order his servants to purchase those items and wrap them up as gifts to be delivered to you promptly. he doesn't stop to think about where you'll store his endless stream of gifts because if you run out of space, you always have the option of moving into the palace with him and becoming his beloved.

the more time you spend with rezef, the more possessive he is of you. only he's allowed to court you, only he's allowed to touch you, only he's allowed to love you. other people don't get those privileges, and if they try to steal you away from him, they'll face punishment even worse than death.

IJEKIEL is a gentleman at heart and wants to treat you with utmost care, believing that you deserve only the best. he's already kind to you, and you'll often find yourself being doted on by him in private.

he's quite romantic and would send you more love letters than gifts, which are reserved for special occasions such as your birthday. the words and emotions he normally wouldn't express to you in person are inked onto every sheet of paper folded and tucked into the envelopes that will soon find their way to your hands. sometimes, he would deliver his letter to you personally to show you just how genuine he is with his courtship of you.

when the two of you have a free slot in your schedules, he'd take you out for a boat ride and ask you about your day. don't spare him the details; he wants to know everything, so don't be shy about speaking freely around him. he likes listening to you ramble on about the things that make you happy as he watches your animated expressions with a fond smile. of course, he'll gladly talk about himself too if you ask him.

ijekiel will invite you to join him in night markets if you don't mind crowded places. it's the perfect opportunity for him to see what you really like and buy you a memorable gift that will hopefully remind you of this day whenever you look at it. these crowded night markets also give him a good excuse to hold your hand; you wouldn't want to suddenly be separated from him now, would you?

before every social event the two of you have been invited to, he would make sure to gift you something to wear to it, something that will obviously indicate whose heart you've captured. with how charming you are, ijekiel is positive that many suitors will approach you tonight, and wants a subtle yet effective way of warding off any potential threats to his courtship of you.

ijekiel always wants to be the partner of your first dance in balls and banquets. the moment he sets foot in the venue, he's weaving through the crowd, eyes searching for your familiar face. as soon as he finds you, he wastes no time in approaching you - and if you happen to be having a conversation with someone, he'll politely slot himself in to ask you if he could be your first dance partner.

during the first dance, you won't miss the way he's tenderly holding your waist as he meets your eyes with a loving gaze; in these moments, he'll make his feelings for you clear as day in hopes that one day, he'll have a place in your future.

#loveletters—! #manhwa x reader #into the light once again #the villainess is a marionette #who made me a princess #i suddenly became a princess #isis de elmir #isis de elmir x reader #rezef hill #rezef hill x reader #ijekiel alpheus #ijekiel alpheus x reader #headcanons #gender neutral reader

[navytrev]

Manhwa Women who can kill you

#men of the harem #the villainess reverses the hourglass #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #death is the only ending for a villainess #the villainess is a marionette #kill the villainess #latrasil tarium #aria roscente #penelope eckart #roxana agriche #cayena hill #eris mizelian #Manhwa Women who can kill you #Manhwa Women

[random-fandom-writer]

Me:i read manhwa for the plot

The plot:

#hot fictional men #webtoon men #webtoon #manhwa #manhwa men #cassis pedelian #dion agriche #jeremy agriche #daniel park #raphael kedrey #claude de alger obelia #lucas #rezef hill #callisto regulus #dekis solon #your throne #lookism #death is the only ending for a villainess #who made me a princess #the villainess is a marionette #the way to protect the female lead's older brother

[honestlyyoungtyphoon]

Why I like Kill the villainess and beware of the villainess?

For many things. One of them is:

Neither of the current FL goes for the original ML. I dropped "the villainess is a marionette" solely because the current FL goes for the original ML who had a good relationship with the ogFL and got married with her. The ogFL is even a good person and ogML wasn't a gutter a rat creature yet their beautiful love story got ruined. It makes love look so fickle and useless.

Same reason I dropped "Death is the only ending for the villainess". What's worse is the story turned the ogFL a white lotus. 🙄

It grosses me out when manhwa do that.

That's why I love Kill the villainess and beware of the villainess.

In KTH:

Eris chose a man who wasn't infatuated with Helena and Helena wasn't vilified. Rather in many occasions, Eris is the one who acted like a jerk to her but she redeemed herself in the end. Got a man that wasn't in love with other women before and avoided the men who suddenly started falling in love with her cause she has become "interesting". She went back to the modern world and things didn't magically become better with her family. But she got a happy ending with Anakin, her new family. So did Helena.

In BOV:

Melissa did the same. She didn't take back her cheating fiance. Another two ml didn't even fall for her which is a breath of fresh air as most of the time all the male lead falls for the new FL for some reason. Her brother wasn't a siscon either like many manhwa which is gross in its own way. She has a new ML who's a good person and isn't a two faced snake. The OGfl Yuri also gets rescued and has a good friendship with the current FL.

These two manhwa have everything I like.

-No girl vs girl crap

-No stealing ogml

-No white lotus ogFL

-Not every ml falls for the FL (beware of the villainess)

-Happy ending for both FL

-New ML isn't a warmonger maniac and their actions aren't justified by sob backstory.

I wish there were more like them. I drop manhwa whenever I see the ogFL is a white lotus or current FL ends up with ogML.

#kill the villainess #beware of the villainess #the villainess is a marionette #death is the only ending for a villainess #webtoon #manhwa

[dxmoness]

Hi! How are you? I hope you're doing great! May ask hc of rezef x (fem) reader? Reader is an intelligent,calm, polite and short person and her look and voice are just like dolls and she is cayena's lady in waiting. Please take your time and thank you!

[ AUTHOR NOTE ] Thank you for requesting, nonnie! Sorry this may be short, it's been a while since I made a hc 😭

[ CONTENT WARNING ] yandere / possessive attitude (it's Rezef)

[ PRONOUNS USED ] she/her! But anyone can read ^^

❏ Rezef was known to hate everyone. No matter who it was, his servants or others he loathed them. All except his sister. This was true enough until he met her.

❏ She was Cayena’s new lady-in-waiting. At first Rezef thought she just looked pretty like a doll but that was it. Later after plenty of illegal observations made him realize her potential. This only fueled his tendencies to search and observe her even more and see if someone had eyes on her.

❏ He hated the fact that Name had so many men on her tail, men desperate for her attention. So much that some even tried to make plans of meddling with his new obsession's things and schedules. So he murdered them, he told himself it was because of the fact that Name was Cayena’s lady-in-waiting meaning she needed to be there for her sister. Little did he know it was for other reasons.

❏ He found about his actual reasons when he saw her with another noble. He had hated it. Hated seeing her with another. He had dragged Name away from there and told her to stay away from any men other than him. Clearly possessive. This was when he realized he wasn't doing his actions for Cayena’s sake anymore.

❏ He'd grown so attached that he'd do everything to get her attention. To get her to be in the room with him. Every excuse possible and Cayena still hadn't managed to catch his obsession with the female.

❏ The day he managed a kiss from her was the day he became infatuated. Utterly infatuated. Every bit of him wanted and needed her as his wife.

❏ When his father made it clear that he didn't want him marrying her, he went into a complete anger tantrum. Breaking everything. The audacity of the man. It didn't matter though as he would still do it. Whether his father liked it or not, that woman will be his.

Name stands there, she was called to the prince’s room yet again. Her eyes hold way to the emotions of concern and curiosity.

Rezef sits by his desk, sapphire eyes fixed onto the female. His lips lift up in a smile as he heads to her, eyes glowing with delight as he watched her bow respectfully towards him. “Do you know why I've asked you to come here, my lady?” He stares at her, fondly eyeing her frame.

“No...” She murmurs, her eyes giving way to confusion now. “Why has His Highness called me?” This question made him laugh. A laugh that was one of a cold-hearted male. Name shifted nervously at the sound of it.

The awkwardness lingered as Rezef came closer towards her. Now near her, he reached forward and touched her chin, lifting it to face him. His eyes were ablaze with the feeling of admiration, adoration and lust mixed together as he leaned closer, his mouth near her ear. His hot breath making her shudder. "Has any man ever told you that you look beautiful, doll?" He whispered as his hand still remained stroking her cheek.

Name was quiet. "They have." She said quietly. Rezef just smirks before he neared her lips. "Then allow me to make those men jealous." He whispered, lips touching hers.

tagging, @sxnful-rage

#— the skillfulness of the deities. . . . written works ♡ #— a field of dreams and desires. . . . manhwa ♡ #the villainess is a marionette #the villainess is a marionette x reader #rezef hill #rezef hill x reader #x female reader #x female y/n #manhwa x you #manhwa x female reader #manhwa x reader #manhwa self insert #x afab reader

[honestly-oceanie]

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss || black haired dudes edition

Synopsis: you ask if you could draw on them

Warnings: this is not a cult

《Lucas, Maximilian Kasin Ashet, Raffaello Kidrey, Siegren, Ahin Grace, Cedric Evans,Delice Kaleid,Theodore Dane Lapileon, Noah Voltaire Wynknight | gn!reader》

{Fluff♡ | ▪︎imagine/scenario▪︎}

Who Made Me A Princess/Suddenly, I Became A Princess One Day

Lucas

"Magician of the Black Tower"

🦋 Would he even agree?

🦋 If he is bored, then maybe he will. Just for some entertainment.

🦋 That's all

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Father, I Don't Want To Get Married!

Maximilian Kasin Ashet

"Crown Prince of the Ashet Empire"

🦋 I'm pretty sure he has a dark blue hair but whatever let's just add him here.

🦋 This man can be a freelancer all he wants so yes he has time for stuffs like this.

🦋 When you asked him, he was pretty surprised, he's never had this experience in his life considering he has different goal so soft and gentle moments like this are very rare for him and he wishes it was possible for life to be like this to be forever.

🦋 Simple gestures that can mean a lot for someone, you will never know.

🦋 Idk I just have a feeling that he's touch-starved.

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The Villainess Is A Marionette

Raffaello Kidrey

"Duke of the Kidrey Dukedom"

🦋 As we all know, Raffaello has mysophobia, so both of you were very shock by your request.

"Raffy, can you hold out your hand to me?"

🦋 This request was not meant to be offensive, you saw a quill on his table and since you liked painting so much you decided to use Raffaello as your canvas.

🦋 You and Raffaello have been together for three years now, and so he's been very honest with you, he told you about his phobia thus you were aware and yet at this very moment it slipped.

🦋 You were about to apologize but he assured you— and himself.

"It's fine... I... I can handle it."

🦋 You have been the sweetest and greatest person to him throughout your relationship, now it is time for him to repay you with the same amount of kindness you have shown to him, he also wants to improve for you so you both will grow in this relationship.

🦋 This is a hard step for him but he trust you on this process. He felt very nervous as he was holding out his arm, you too felt nervous for him.

🦋 And finally, as your hand fell into his, Raffaello's heart beats loudly and fast, you told him to take breaths and he did. As he started to calm down he felt your warmth in his hand he has never felt this before, it was anew to him. In the end, instead of drawing on him, you just caressed his hand while soothing him with comfort and praises.

🦋 You swore to yourself to help him be better and to remain on his side while at it.

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Author of My Own Destiny/I Became the Wife of the Male Lead

Siegren

🦋 When you ask him very seriously to hold out his hand he complied without question, but feeling a bit suspicious of you.

🦋 You then grab a pen/quill on the table then started to ready as if you were about to run a marathon. Now, he felt more suspicious and confuse.

🦋 After you've done prepping yourself, you held the pen/quill professionally then started to draw on his hand.

🦋 Siegren was a bit surprise. He held his guard up because you were acting strange all because of this.

🦋 But he should've expected this atleast a little as he's been use to Fiona and her antics before.

🦋 He just sighed then smiled softly at you.

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The Symbiotic Relationship Between A Rabbit And A Black Panther

Ahin Grace

🦋 When you ask him to give you his hand, he almost chopped it. Anyhow, after you explaining your intentions he did as you asked. As you touch his hand, he started teasing you.

"Oh my, [Name] taking advantage on the poor innocent me? Shall I call my mother?"

🦋 Of course he just had to ruin the moment. Can there be any moment at all were he doesn't try to tease you? Even at balls he would openly flirt or tease you in public.

🦋 But now that you had the upperhand, you didn't hesitate to draw on his face, Ahin was caught off guard he never expected that from you, then it turn into a wild chase between you two, Ahin running after you for revenge and you running away from the revenge, and that is what brought you now to this situation.

🦋 You were both kneeling on the floor in front of his grandfather being scolded. Because of the chase, the manor was turned upside down, some valuables broken and the furnitures dirty.

🦋 On the corner, Vivi is secretly laughing hysterically in her rabbit form while Evelyn is trying his hardest to hide his laugh, knowing that Ahin will give him a hard time if he did. Ahin's mother just sighed already used with the both of you simce you've been like this since childhood.

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The Tyrant's Only Perfumer

Cedric Raynor Rich Evans

"Duke/Lord Cedric Evans"

🦋 I love lOVE LOVE Ariel's fashion so much💜💜 EVERY. SINGLE. CHAPTER.

🦋 Oh wait... *ahem* anyways—

🦋 He would comply like an obedient little dog

🦋 He'd watch intently as you draw on his hand, woukd glance back and forth between your serious face and your cute drawings on his hand.

🦋 He would praise you after you are done, complimenting you and your artwork.

🦋 You didn't know but after he left your place, he did not erase the drawings yet instead he hid it with his gloves. When he arrived back at his house, he removed his gloves then looked at your drawings fondly remembering the moment you two had back at your place.

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This Is An Obvious Fraudulent Marriage/ I Was Tricked Into This Fake Marriage!

Delice Kaleid

"Archduke of the Delpice/Delpais Empire" "Reincarnation of Evil"

🦋 I will never ever have complains with this man. Gotta love him🥺💜

🦋 He was very curious when you asked but complied anyway.

🦋 Then you pick up the quill on his table and started patting the feather on his table, contemplating on what to draw while Del waits patiently, giving you a soft smile.

🦋 When you finally decided on what to draw, he just stared at you amused but he didn't dare to stop you, he would never.

🦋 After you'd finish your drawing, he stares at it for a few seconds before he plants a kiss on the part that you drew.

"Thank you, [Name]."

🦋 You're not sure what he is thanking you for but you're always grateful for his cooperation on your random antics.

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My In-Laws Are Obsessed With Me

Theodore Dane Lapileon

"Grand Duke Lapileon"

🦋 How do I make this without turning it into angst🤔

🦋 Honestly, I have more angst ideas for him than I do with Dion😭

🦋 Cause this manhwa just has a depressing mood even I can feel it irl😭. If the last chapter was light then in a few chapters later or the next chapter has got to have some sadness.

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The Reason Why Raeliana Ended Up At The Duke's Mansion

Duke Noah Wynknight

🦋 The ending😭 where they met again but in the modern life, it was perfect🥺💜. Though I kinda wish we had seen a little more of them in their modern life, atleast some glimpses🥺

🦋 He did as you ask(you asked him to hand his arm out) without hesitation, thus you did not feel suspicious of him until...

🦋 He move his arm away from you. At first you just sighed and tried to grab his arm again, but he kept on dodging your hand, making you try to catch him.

🦋 When you finally had enough of him, you snap.

"Seriously Noah!?"

🦋 You hit his head, hard, and he finally stopped. In the end, you won, but to punish him instead of drawing on his hand, you draw on his face.

🦋 Once he sees himself in the mirror, he'd tease you for your 'artisticness', while he's already planning his "revenge" which will occur while you're sleeping

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Honestly, Oceanie

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THE VILLAINESS IS A MARIONETTE cha eunwoo character trailer

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