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Hello!i do not know if requests are still available,but is it alright if i ask for yandere!dion with a very kind and soft reader?like she is always giving dion compliments and hugging him,even patting his back.giving him sweets after he came back from a mission,u know?
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who was unfortunate enough to be born as one of the black agriches notorious for their atrocities, yet he was also just a callow child with twinkling ruby eyes and a cheeky smile and no child has the capacity to be inherently evil. dion was not born a monster, but being a monster was all he’s ever known; becoming a monster was how that young child survived his bloodline, and somewhere along the way, his emotions had died along with the child he could’ve been had he been born into a normal family.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who’s never known the gentleness of a mother’s touch nor did he ever get to experience the warmth of a true family. all his life, death creeps in his shadow with stygian tendrils that wreath around his ankles — his hands tainted with so much blood they’ve turned black. he is convinced that his heart has been frozen, and yet somewhere inside the uncharted corners, there is a forsaken child that he’s rejected for his own sake, desperately crying out for someone to pacify his visceral yearning.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who notices your eyes first. most people look at him with fear, contempt, disgust, or they wholly delude themself of the part of him that is a murderer seeking blood. you are not most people. when he first meets your eyes, there is nothing but serenity and warmth. your pupils are unclouded and he can almost see his own reflection in them — you don’t reject the part of him that is sinful and a killer. instead, you accept him as he is — flawed and tainted and pathetic — and deign him with your kind smiles anyways.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who doesn't understand the new emotions festering within him after meeting you. the mere thought of you intoxicates him, and it’s even worse when he recalls your affectionate gestures in his presence. you’re just so dizzyingly sweet — too sweet that he could taste you on his tongue and feel you ballooning in his chest and coiling around his cold heart, squeezing and squeezing until he’ll unfold in your grasp.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who doesn’t know how to receive your affection at first, and instinctively finds himself pondering about your ulterior motives. he’s never been treated with such gentleness and endearment before, and whatever crumbs of familial affection he could get out of his half-sister, it all came with a price. so, what was your price? perhaps you required his expertise as a killer, perhaps you wanted to use his status to get to his family, perhaps you wanted to exploit him for all he was worth — or, perhaps, you just wanted…him.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who was at an utter loss when you confessed this truth to him. the sincerity in your eyes betrayed no deception, yet how is it possible for someone to love him? how could someone like him be loved? dion agriche, convinced of his incapability to be loved, was unconvinced of your love for him. he sternly rejects you, because behind an expressionless face, he fears what he’s known all his life would only further be confirmed when you ultimately realize he’s unlovable.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who becomes baffled by your persistence after his rejection. he expected you to crumble and concede after being the subject of his callousness, yet you remained unfazed. you were undeterred in your mission to ‘love’ him, and witnessing your resolve — like a rock worn down by the waves — dion made a decision that would change his life; he chose to let you love him.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who becomes flustered when you amped up the affectionate gestures to the max after receiving his reluctant blessings. typically, your touches would only be limited to fleeting pats on the back or the handshakes that you insisted on for a bit too long. but now, the gestures has become full-on embraces whenever you catch sight of him, long hand-holding sessions as you drag him around the garden, or the occasional moments when your touch would flutter over the arch of his cheek as you admired his eyes.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who, with his high walls and guarded heart, finds himself completely unraveling at your touch. in his turbulent and bloody life, you become a solitary sanctuary where he can let down his guard and shed the ruthless mask of an agriche. perhaps it was something about your mollifying presence, or the way your smaller fingers would distractingly trace shapes on the back of his han, and of course, the way your embrace always smells sweetly of you and whatever tea you indulged in that afternoon.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who finds himself getting comfortable — too comfortable with being treated delicately and spoiling himself in the limitless shower of your affection. by now, he’s finally admitted the fact you’d weaved your way into his heart and snuggled into the corner you’d created that just seems to continue growing. and now that he’s had this realization of just how significant you’ve become to him, he begins to feel the creeping fear of his life without you in it. dion finds himself desperate to have you finally see him for all that he is and bind your very soul to him before you could have the chance to run away, and this thought gnaws at him.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who stumbles into your chambers late one night, the blood of his latest targets splattered across the pale canvas of his skin. his inhuman appearance was purposeful, for he had intended to test you one final time; to see if you could love even this pathetic side of him that was nothing more than a weapon of bloodshed at the whims of his family. however, when you merely wipe the blood from his face with eyes shining with concern for him, he watches as the blood smears across your skin, yet you make no comment of it. even as he laid vulnerable in your arms in his most wretched form, you don’t push him away, and only hold him dearer.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who realizes that although he might be an incorrigible monster in the agriche’s hand, in your gentle hands, he is worthy of love, and he finally shed tears while enveloped in the softness of your embrace.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who learns about love through you; love is the murmuring and crooning voice that sings him praises and admiration, the small hand that massages his scarred and burdened back like a soothing balm, the same hand that combs carefully through his hair, and the heartbeat that puts his mind to a peaceful sleep when you cradle him against your chest. for the first time in his desolate life, dion agriche discovers what love is instead of what it isn’t.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who learns that he too can be loved thanks to you, and who learns to love you just as utterly.
Hello!! New follower here! Do you make request for dion agriche? Can you make a continuon of but you can't stay away from me? It's it correct? Or not i hope, im not really good at english, Sorry!!
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who doesn’t know how to love someone. he was nurtured inside the womb with resentment and entered into this world as an unloved child, loathed by his own blood, his own mother.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who desperately yearns to know what it feels like to love and to be loved. to be cherished by someone unconditionally despite the stygian blood pumping in his veins and the innocent life untimely looted by his hands. wether it be familial love, platonic love, or romantic love, he just wants to experience something. just once in his life so he could believe himself to not be an unlovable child, and yet people only seem to have contempt reserved for him, and so he never knew how to express this inherent need.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who was the first to feel the attraction towards you, the only person who reached a hand out to him while wearing a bright smile and not a scowl of disgust. your kindness had touched the forsaken child in him that constantly pleaded to be treated with even a speck of affection. he only felt himself more charmed by you since, invoking dion to desperately cling onto that feeling of what he believed “love” to be—and perhaps it purely was, at first anyways.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who fell deeper and deeper into the pit of attraction until his usually logical mind becomes shrouded, believing his growing infatuation towards you to be love and he was willing to do anything to have you return his affection. even if it meant stripping you of your loved ones and precious lifestyle, even if it meant confining you to his room brimmed with empty luxuries for your amusement, even if it meant all your heart could ever spare him was your vitriol. he wholeheartedly believed that you would one day return his affection because he simply adored you too much for you to resent him forever, and he’d show you.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who was deeply touched when you were confirmed to be pregnant with his child, a sense of feverish delirium that he’s never even experienced even on his birthdays fluttering through his chest. he was convinced the child in your womb to be the greatest embodiment of your love, that its existence must’ve reified your love for him.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who swore to himself that he would love your child, even if he didn’t know how to. the forsaken child in him has already known what it’s like to be nourished by enmity and abhorrence, something that still haunts him into adulthood, and dion wishes to shield your child from that kind of treatment because its existence is precious and lovable purely because it shared your blood, and dion thinks every part of you is lovable.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who usually indulges your every whims (not that you usually have many requests for him), but begins to overindulge you during your pregnancy. even if you didn’t ask for it, he hires tailors to consult with you about specially-designed baby clothes. he even builds a brand new room with a playroom that would be connected to your shared bedroom so you could easily have access to the baby, and even allows you to decorate it however you want.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who follows you like your own shadow during your pregnancy, which really isn’t that different. he can’t really help it. the agriche mansion is a dangerous place with his savage siblings lurking around, always on the hunt for a new toy. even though they know not to test their limits with the unofficial favorite child of their father and his lover, they can torment you in ways other than physical and it makes dion fret for your health as well as the child’s. it’s better to be safe and sorry, even if he sometimes receive sharp glances from you when trailing after you.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who worries over your health so much he creates a whole new diet for you with strict rules regarding things you’re allergic to and things that might negatively affect the baby. he also rarely allows you to walk on your own two feet for too long, always timing your steps in his mind and anticipating the moment before you begin to feel worn out. he always swoops in to bridal-carry you in his arms to wherever your destination is, and takes your lack of comment as it’s own form of praise.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who monitors the growth of your belly bump every end of the week. he always glide his hand over your stomach to feel the baby’s heartbeat because he’s trained to detect any heartbeat and feels comforted by the fact the baby’s heartbeat grows stronger every time he checks. he’s also quite fond of caressing your stomach once a bump starts to form, no matter how subtle. especially when the two of you are in bed together, he always has a hand on your stomach, hoping the baby could sense his effort to become familiar with it.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who spoils you with new clothes and imported accessories because your body’s changing and he wants you to be comfortable. even though it might not seem like it most of the time with his indifferent expression, dion cares very much for your happiness and does whatever he can to keep you contented, although with some limits. wether this means spoiling you rotten or allowing you to order him around, dion actually won’t mind and will do as you say, although it seems you rarely ever do so.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who gets incredibly anxious when your due date approaches. he’s complied a lot of information about child birth throughout you pregnancy, just in case you go into labor before your due date, but that only means he’s also aware of the risks of giving birth, and for the first time ever, he feels fear not for himself but for another person. he gets incredibly sensitive during this time, especially his senses which goes haywire any time your heartbeat starts beating quicker than it usually does because of course he has your heart beat memorized. let’s just say a lot of good servants were lost during this time since dion needed many stress relievers.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who is in full-blown panic mode when the big moment comes, and for him that means blanching paler than a dove and cold sweat drenching his entire body. he doesn’t even realize it but his body’s shaking because he feels pain even though he’s not wounded; your painful cries and sobs are enough for him to feel as if he’s been stabbed by a sword—no, perhaps even something so macabre couldn’t compare to what he felt when he was utterly helpless whilst you were suffering through something purely agonizing. he holds onto your hand as if you were his lifeline, and even your worst grip couldn’t get him to let go of you first.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who thinks to himself that maybe having only one child is enough. he partly believes so because he has no desire to see you in so much pain and losing unnecessary blood again, but also because he doubts wether he could love more than one child. dion’s heart is not nearly big enough to love more than you and hopefully this child, he could barely even love himself, and even then, dion doubts he would ever cherish your child more than he did you. even if you had asked so if him, he would fail to do it.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who feels lightheaded when he sees the bloody mess that spills from you. no, he’s not disgusted. he’s seen things much more gruesome and grotesque things, yet the fact that blood is coming from you makes him terribly anxious that something might go wrong and he might lose you. for the first time ever in his life, dion prays to something, anything for your safety because he’s simply helpless and he’s not used to it at all.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who doesn’t hear the baby’s cries but only your sigh of relief when the child is born. he immediately jumps to make sure that you’re fine and healthy, briskly checking your pulse and placing his ear near your chest so he could listen to your heartbeat. it has always calmed him down before and it works like a charm to calm him down once again.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who’s completely taut when the worries finally leave him. he’s like a dear caught in headlights that doesn’t know what to do, and his hands tremble slightly when the child is finally presented for him to hold. he first turns to you for a look of confirmation, and your hesitant yet nod of assurance had him gently taking the sniffling baby into his arms. it’s so small and delicate that dion doesn’t think he’s ever treated something so gently before—well, maybe you were the first.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who finds himself staring at its oddly shaped face as if he were bewitched. a smile never made its way to his callous face yet there’s a shine in his ruby eyes and an undeniable flush of excitement to his pale cheeks. even though he doesn’t find your child as adorable as you did at first, the beaming smile you wore as you held it was enough for dion to also nod along to your hazy words.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who pampers and cosset your child from day one. he’s always around to hold the baby when you’re tired, always admiring its cherubic countenance and incoherent murmurs. he treats your child as if it were a magical creature that’s never been discovered before, and his own curiosity about the baby is quite child-like in its purity and wonder.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who falls into the role of a father not without stumbling along the way. he’s not very expressive and has a hard time comprehending other’s needs, so dion finds it especially difficult to read your baby’s expressions and care for it correctly. he tries, he certainly does, so often that sometimes he’s just sitting around with your baby in his arms and trying to decipher its expressions and moods. he still doesn’t seem to get it right despite his many attempts.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who never lets the baby disturb your sleep. he doesn’t even do this deliberately. as a trained assassin his senses are naturally sensitive to the changes around him and a baby isn’t quite skilled enough to evade his detection. therefore, trust that you’ll have a peaceful sleep, and even if you are awaken it’ll be a gentle shake on your shoulder because dion just can’t seem to guess what the child needs, but you’ll never be awoken by a crying baby.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who doesn’t allow your baby to ever be close with his other family members. sure, his entire family might be aware of the fact he has a child and a “lover” but that doesn’t mean they also have the privilege to approach your child. he gatekeeps them so fervently that if another member of the family even mentions making an attempt, there might be a battle, and dion definitely won’t be the one loosing.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who personally teaches his child how to wield a sword and other self-defense techniques as they get older. it doesn’t matter if they’re a boy or a girl, they were unfortunate enough to be born into the house of agriche and knowing how to fight is the bare minimum to survive. of course, he won’t be as harsh as his instructors were in the past, often making some adjustments to focus on your child’s strength. he won’t be gentle even if they’re only sparring, and he doesn’t give out praises easily, however he does try to give physical encouragements such as head pats and the occasional hug.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who spoils your kid without restraint when they’re growing up and start having their own needs. be it imported toys or golden staffs for playtime, he doesn’t care as long as his child is kept contented. he even brings home exotic goods from places he visits on his missions for both you and your child as a reminder he was thinking about the two of you.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who is uncertain if he’s loving his child correctly or if he even loves them at all. sure, there’s an attachment that’s developing that will definitely grow deeper as the years pass, and yes, they do have a certain bond no matter how their relationship might seem. however, his feelings towards your child is no where comparable to the feelings dion has towards you, that which he believes to be “love”, and therefore he can’t properly gauge his own feelings but also partly can’t seem to believe that he could truly love his child with the way he was raised. if worse comes to worse and he had to chose between the two of you, it would never be your child no matter how much time passes.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who passes on his certain idiosyncrasies onto his child. deliberately or not? we’ll never know. it’s quite easy to pick up on this when you begin to notice just how attached your child is to you and how they start getting possessive of you around the maids and easily getting enraged when a servant accidentally bumps into you. sure, your child might be the opposite of dion which allows them to express themselves easier, but they often do so wantonly and has sudden outbursts when it comes to you, almost as if they’re mirroring what dion just can’t seem to express.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who is extremely proud when your child fervently agrees with his belief of keeping you to himself since you were the only one who was kind to him and how others were undeserving of your presence. this even gets to the point where the father-child duo will gang up on you whenever your emotions get out of hand and you start desiring to runaway again. they will manipulate you into believing that everything is just fine and that you would ruin everything if you acted upon those “passing impulses”, and they will do so without an ounce of guilt because in the end they’re still agriches.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who uses your child as another shackle to keep you tied to him along with the silver band on your ring finger that weighs you down. in the end, he’s grateful that you came into his life and gave him the taste of normalcy that he was so famished of. he’s grateful for the nights he would share his bed with you and your child, of the evenings the three of you would take a walk through the garden hand-in-hand, and of the dinners where the three of you would sit together like a peaceful family while your child would rant about their lessons.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who knows he owes all the happiness in his life to you and who’ll make sure to repay you in whatever way he can, and that includes making sure he’ll stay by your side until you grow old together. even in your next life and the many lives after, dion agriche swears that he will find you, because one simply can’t exists in the dark again without getting greedy after having embraced by the light.
Hello hope you are doing well, I am not quite sure if you are taking requests but if you are could you please write Yandere Deon hart i'm not that kind of talent
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 never had the time to truly give the idea of a romantic relationship any thought. he’s a busy man, having grew up in a disorganized family and forced into the army at a young age, all that he had ever known was the cruelty of others and the rustic scent of blood. even when he crawled his way into the hero’s group, there was only ever more bloodshed and sacrifices. he’s only ever been exposed to war, not the affection which one shares with their lover.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 honestly expected his life to stay that way. what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, and having never experienced the gentleness of a lover, he never cared much to yearn for one. he already has his hands full enough with playing spy for both the lunatic emperor and the clingy demon king, all whilst trying to survive. it’s not like he’d ever have time to fall in love with anyone, right? well, that’s what he thought, until you came along.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 singled you out from the rest of his subordinates immediately. you had been assigned as his assistant. you, a demon that could easily overpower a weak human like him. you, a demon that was supposed to be bloodthirsty and cruel. and yet despite being a demon, he’s never met anyone as perfectly human as you.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 thinks you’re more human than demon when you smile at him so sweetly, exchanging kind gestures every now and then as an appreciation to your commander. you’re always going out of your way to take care of those around you, always smiling and complimenting and humming with that ridiculously melodious voice, the same voice that would call out his name so excitedly. you were never like the other demons who were constantly seeking to test their powers against him or were blindly subservient to him, although you didn’t quite see him as an equal either. you simply saw him as someone who “works hard and has a respectable work ethic. someone admirable.”
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 fell hopelessly in love with you right then and there, a metaphorical pink cupid’s arrow shooting through his heart at just how absolutely precious you are. it truly baffles the commander just how you could manage to be so wholesome despite hailing of the demon race.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 finds himself quietly pining for you after that moment. he’s not very experienced with the concept of crushing on someone or falling in love, therefore he’s absolutely clueless on what to do with his feelings or how to act on it. he doesn’t know what course of action he should take, and it’s not as if he could just ask one of the demons for advice. he’s left completely in the dark, yet there was still an instinctual human need to be closer to the object of his affection, and so the commander finds himself loitering around where he would usually spot you, hoping to catch a glimpse of your sparkling smile within the nest of havoc.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 is satisfied with just catching glimpses of you for a while. it’s enough for him that he could see your smile almost everyday, that is until you pick up on his regular appearances around the places you often visit and instead of calling him out on it or attempting to murder him, you instead invited him to chat with you.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 slowly but surely grew on you, and your little chats with your commander here and there gradually grew into longer conversations with topics focusing more on yourselves than the fleeting events around you. on some days, you even find yourself loitering in your commander’s room late into the night to continue whatever deep conversation the two of you were having. occasionally, you’d fall asleep and spend your night in his room, and deon never had the heart to disturb you, so he just let you be. although more often than not, the moment you’re asleep, deon finds himself quietly admiring you. he doesn’t do anything more than that at first, merely noting the way you breath and the murmurs you would say sleepily. it was honestly just heartwarming to him.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 considers you his close friend after all that time the two of you spent conversing and learning more about each other. you’re his friend, so he wants you to stay closer to him and spend more time with him. you’re his friend, so he wants you to move your room closer to his’. you’re his friend, so he wants you to always stay by his side every minute of the day. you’re his friend, so it’s fine if he gets a little possessive, right?
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 is an over thinker. who could blame him after all the horror he’s had to witness in his youth? he’s always been surrounded by people with ill intentions, those seeking to use him and those seeking to ruin him, yet in the midst of the chaos, there was you; a shining beacon of benevolence, practically heaven-sent with your generosity and beaming smile. yes, that’s right, you really must be an angel. an angel sent just for him, your touch just for him, your voice just for him, your smile just for him — it’s not as though anyone else in this world could be deserving of you.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 develops some odd habits after that realization. sure, he might’ve grown closer to you, but he never found the chance to express his feelings, and they’ve only grown deeper after the two of you became friends. his heart is untamed and clumsy, like a toddler handed destructive power when it barely knew how to walk. he doesn’t see the wrong in manipulating you to constantly stay by his side because “his body is still weak from the battle with the hero.” you’re his angelic friend, so there’s no way you could leave him be when he’s unhealthy, right? you’re always so generous too, so you won’t mind if he snag some trinkets from your room for safe keeping either, right?
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 develops these habits unconsciously, half the time not even realizing what he’s doing before it’s already done. perhaps it’s a true testament to how deep his feelings run for you to the point that he doesn’t even realize that he’s acting on it.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 is still inexperienced, but if by chance he somehow confesses to you about his true feelings, and if you were to accept, than expect his behavior to grow tenfold. deon will get more protective of you. he completely disregards wether you can protect yourself or not, it’s better if he is the one to protect you. oh, and those demon friends of yours, it’s better if you distance yourself from them too, they’re no good influences on your mind. if you don’t listen to his advice the first time, deon has no qualms using his title as the commander to seal those demons manipulating you behind a cell.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 usually doesn’t act on a whim with violent tendencies, but doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty if it’s for his beloved’s benefit. you’ve become the center of his world the moment you accepted his affection, so there’s no way he’d allow anything or anyone to ever lay a hand on you with ill intent.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 is exceptionally needy. he’s constantly clinging to you, seeking for affection like a touch-starved puppy. it’s almost as if he’s seeking out the affection that he couldn’t receive during his childhood, and just who are you to reject his advances when he sadly tells you the story of his past? deon has no problems guilt-tripping you into accepting his affectionate hold, and you’re just too kind for your own good.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 believes you can do no wrong. it’s not as if you’re a troublemaker like the other demons he’s been forced to meet in the first place, but deon’s so convinced that you must be some perfect saint that he practically worships you. in his eyes, you can do no wrong, but anyone who does you wrong can expect to have a glinting blade swiping at their neck when they least expect it. whatever you say or do is law, and deon will be the faithful servant who carries out your will.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓, his other personality that was crafted upon his insatiable bloodlust and ruthlessness, needs some time to adjust to your presence, however he’s more or less the same as the usual deon when he’s not faced with an enemy. demon arut is definitely more protective and controlling of you, always making you the first priority whenever a battle arises. he needs to keep you in his range of sight or else the he goes absolutely mad trying to find you, destroying anything that hinders his path.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓 is more sadistic than your usual commander. unlike deon who cares about your image of him and therefore has placed some restraints on himself, demon arut has no such concerns. he openly likes to tease you, almost going overboard with it because he likes getting any kind of reaction from you. he won’t intentionally be malicious towards you, he still loves you after all. however, if you receive a few cuts and bruises from battle or the likes, he will mock your competence and press on a few bruises, only after he’s made a bloody mess of the perpetrator who dared to touch an inch of your body.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓 will insist that you train with him so you can polish your skills. as a demon, you’re not lacking by any means, probably even better than the strength of five soldiers combined, however that doesn’t mean that you stand a chance against him. demon arut has beaten entire armies by his lonesome, so don’t be too disappointed when you fail for the nth time. he won’t praise you often, however, he will go easier on you compared to his unrelenting nature on the battlefield. although, it’s not as if you would ever need to put these skills to use and lift even a finger, he’ll always have you as his first priority to protect and get to safety.
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓 is, like his name suggests, a demon. a demon who’s cruel and bloodthirsty and a hundred times more possessive and easily jealous. he won’t hesitate to make an example out of one of your comrades by gutting them in front of you if you get to chummy with them. well, he won’t hesitate to make an example out of anyone really, even his fellow commanders as long as he gets it through that cute head of your’s what lengths you’re capable of pushing him to.
━━ ✧ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, you’re basically holding onto the reins of a catastrophe that could take empires by storm, just be careful not to take your eyes off him for too long or that storm might just ruin you… although, it’s not as if he’d particularly care for your opinion on this matter. the two of you are lovers now, so it’s only right that you never part. even if the sky falls and the world is coming to and end, even in life and in death, the two of you will always be together, deon hart will make sure of it.
you were never fond of the nobles. as an orphan who was abandoned by her own parents, you had to fight your way to survive in the back alleys. you had to learn to defend yourself from the cruel thugs. you had to learn how to beg for a spare coin or half-eaten food, even though they would wrinkle their nose at the dirty rags you wore. you had to endure the harsh weather with those thin rags on your beaten and bruised body.
at one point, you truly realized how utterly useless your life was. you were just a waste of space. a peasant whom no one knew. you had no purpose, so why were you trying so desperately to live?
you groaned, a loud rumble came from your stomach, but you ignored its pleading. you had no purpose, so you might as well die. though you did find it regrettable to die in a dark and dirty alley like this. who knew what those vile people would do to your corpse. but, at least you wouldn’t feel the pain anymore.
you slowly close your eyes, accepting your fate, before you heard a warm voice call out to you. you slowly opened your eyes again, squinting at a girl who held her hand out to you. you blinked, staring into her emerald-like eyes. there wasn’t any hint of disgust or hatred, only pure worry for your poor state.
“are you alright?” the girl asked you, tilting her head as her obsidian fringes framed her face. was it just you, or was there light shining behind her? “would you like to come with me?” you cringed at the question.
many nobles had offered to take you in, but they all ended up mistreating you, leaving you with the whip scars on your back and the bruises from struggling to run away. your trust in humanity was like a broken glass, your own will to live spilling from it.
your lips quivered. the girl before you shine so brightly, unlike those evil people with ominous shadows following them everywhere. this girl was warm, the warmth you had seemed after so many years of surviving. your hands subconsciously reached out for the girl’s extended palm, and you felt the girl shake it gently, a smile gracing her face.
“i’m alyssa. what’s your name?” the girl asks, giving your small hand a comforting squeeze. your lips trembled, digging the name from your painful memories. the only thing in this world you could truly call your own. “my name…is (y/n).”
everything after that was a blur. alyssa had taken you back to her quarters in the palace, and gave you the position as her maid. the sweet, kind, and lovable princess alyssa gave you a purpose to live again, and you could not be more grateful, swearing to dedicate your life to the 4th princess.
in a span of a few months, you and alyssa bonded quickly. you could always sympathize with each other’s experiences and the way people would go out of their way to make the two of you an outcast. in a sort of strange way, the two of you became each other’s pillar. a place where each other could always come too when they feel like the world is giving up on them. the two of you have each other hope.
so, when your ‘hope’ was accused of of being a criminal, you couldn’t believe your ears. princess alyssa, the benevolent princess that took you in? she would never do something so cruel to her younger sister! you tried to defend the outcasted princess, but no one was on the crow princess’s side. in fact, they all seemed to ‘expect’ her to do something like this. were they so blind? you wanted to cut off their tongues for speaking such filth.
but in the end, you were only a maid, and without the princess, you became nothing once again. alyssa had built you up from a corpse with no will to live, and now that the princess was gone, all you could do was offer her they life she had given you.
holding the thick rope around your neck, you didn’t even have the will to struggle as you kicked away the chair. tears burned at the edges of your eyes, feeling your lungs tighten painfully, but no pain could compare to the lost of your princess. “please…if a god exist…please guide me to the princess again..!”
you expected to never wake up in that moment, but when you could suddenly open your eyes, and were taken aback. you were alive? did you somehow survive that? who would even save you anyways?
you looked around, darting up to a makeup vanity and ogling at your reflection. there was no rope burns around your neck, in fact, it looked so smooth and delicate. your eyes trailed to admire your face, and a small gasp escaped you. your face looked so different than before where it was dull and sunken. you never realized you could look this beautiful with these rosy cheeks and plump lips.
“lady (y/n)?” you whipped your body around at the unfamiliar voice, internally panicking as a girl in a familiar uniform approached you. “did you sleep well, m’lady?” you froze at the way she referred to you as if speaking to a noble.
“w…who am i?” the girl frowned at you, pouting her lips as she placed her hands on her hips ‘threateningly’.
“why, of course you are the princess of the (l/n) duchy, lady (f/n) (l/n)!” the servant girl announced to you, mirth within her tone. “now, if you are done with your pranks, please allow me to bathe you.”
you wordlessly listened to the girl, following her towards an extravagant bathroom you knew was comparable to that of a princess’s. was this girl actually being serious? how did you suddenly wake up as a duke’s daughter? you didn’t want this. you wanted to reunite with her.
your eyes widened, staring into the naked reflection in the mirror. all the scars you had was gone. the whip scars, the bruises, the scratches. they were all gone. there was not even a scratch on the supple skin you were unfamiliar with.
that day was already a week ago, and you had grown accustomed to your new blue-blooded body. (f/n) (l/n), a mischievous duke’s daughter known for pulling harmless pranks. despite that, high society adored her due the girl’s knack for lifting people’s spirits and her pure virtue.
elmir’s nobles were flabbergasted when the playful girl had a total 180 degrees change in attitude. where was the prankster girl they knew? why was she behaving like such a solemn flower? the doubts didn’t last long though, since the girl’s sudden maturity made the nobles adore her even more. she became the symbol of how a noble should be, and the muse of many. prime, elegant, and refined. the duke’s daughter’s popularity exploding, and everyone in the elmir empire wished to see this graceful dove.
so, when their darling little aisha suddenly showed an interest in the rumored duke’s daughter, the empress and emperor just had to invite the lady to the palace! after all, their little aisha rarely showed any emotions, not to mention such keen interest in someone! and this couple would do anything to see their daughter happy!
when your carriage arrived at the palace, you couldn’t help but tremble anxiously. the emperor told you not to fret, but how could you not when the emperor himself invited you to the palace?! had your family committed treason? had you committed a crime without realizing it? was your family actually involved in rebellion?
“you don’t need to be so nervous.” a velvety male voice chuckled, somehow he calmed your nerves with his mere words. you focused on the blonde male before you, slightly towering over him, a wide grin on his striking face while emerald eyes stared at you. “you must be lady (y/n).”
“y..yes,” you glanced at the blonde’s attire, noticing the imperial family’s insignia engraved on the buttons on his vest. “ah..! greetings to prince isis de elmir!” you curtsied, the anxiety building up again as you stand before the empire’s prince. “my apologies for the delayed greeting…”
“please don’t worry, it was my fault for not introducing myself first.” isis scratched his pink cheeks, averting his emerald eyes before focusing on you once again. “my father has instructed me to accompany you to aisha’s room. i hope you don’t mind.” isis offered you his arm, and you gladly looped your arms with him.
“of course not. i’m honored.” alright, so you were here to see the princess? so you were just panicking over nothing.
“um, aisha is a little…quiet, so please don’t feel offended if she doesn’t speak much. she just takes long to warm up is all.” isis suddenly chimed, attempting to strike up a conversations during the long walk to his sister’s chambers.
“it’s alright, your highness. i understand.” a gentle smile graced your lips as you glanced at the male who seemed rather jittery. you couldn’t blame the princess. after all, it took you much longer to become accustomed to your new parent’s affection, especially since you were an orphan in your past.
isis didn’t understand what you meant, but decided it wasn’t in his place to ask you to explain, instead, staying quiet as he continued to maneuver with you through the halls. occasionally emerald irises would glance towards your thoughtful face before darting away, hoping you didn’t notice that he was staring. “she really is as alluring as the rumors say…” isis remarked to himself.
undeniably, the prince was also curious about the lady who dominated high society after just one banquet, and now he could no longer pass off the rumors as an exaggeration. isis felt like he could understand why his sister was so interested in the lady now. perhaps his lovely little sister secretly admired the lady.
“it looks like were the same age,” you chimed out of the blue, catching the blonde off guard with your smooth voice. isis nodded, mumbling a quick ‘yes’ in response, then everything went silent again. you internally sweat-dropped. you were never any good at making conversations, even in your past life. and in this new life, the nobles always tried to talk your ears off with flattery, so you never had to say much except some quiet replies.
finally, the two of you arrived at a big white door after an awkward silence, you admired the details engraved on it while isis knocked on the door. “aisha. lady (y/n) has arrived.” isis announced, hearing a quiet ‘come in,’ the blonde opened the door, allowing you to enter first.
“greetings to the star of the empire, princess aisha de elmir.” you curtsied, peeking at the princess through your lashes. she was adorable with her rosy cheeks of baby fat, her curly silver hair, and her doe-azure eyes that sparkled at you.
a part of you slumped in relief, sensing a strange familiarity with the princess despite knowing you’ve never encountered her before. with such a unique appearance, you were sure you’d remember if you ever came across her.
aisha could feel her chest swell up, staring at your healthy figure, she inwardly praised herself for going with her gut feeling after hearing people talk about you. compared to the girl she befriended in the past, you adopted the noble appearance worthy of a duke’s daughter, and the princess was relieved to see you living in a good conditions. aisha quickly took notice of the dullness of your eyes though. she’d have to fix that, and she knew exactly how.
you sat across from the princess at the round table, taking small sips from the porcelain tea cup while glancing at the princess. was your eyes fooling you, or was she doing that habitual pucker of her lips? the habit that princess alyssa always did whenever she enjoyed her tea. god, even the tea was chamomile, princess alyssa’s favorite.
“(y/n),” you felt your brow furrowed at the nostalgic warmth in her voice. “do you not recognize me?” you shook your head, laughing off the ridiculous thought…unless—
“….princess..a..alyssa?” the name tasted bitter in your mouth, waiting for the girl before you to respond with narrowed eyes.
after a short while, aisha nodded her head, a grin gracing her face as you immediately pounced out of your seat, pulling the smaller girl into your chest as tears spilled out of your eyes. aisha sobbed into your shoulder, sniffling as you both felt your hearts pound against each other’s. you weren’t dreaming. your ‘hope’ was sitting before you. god had truly reunited you with the princess!
it took the both of you longer to release all the suppressed emotions than you anticipated, but you didn’t care as aisha’s tears dampened your shoulder. your own salty tears dampening the girl’s back. your princess was in your arms again. your hope was in your arms again. and this time, you swore to yourself to never let her go.
little did you know, the princess you adored so much shared a similarly fervent sentiment.
it didn’t take long for news of the duke’s daughter and the young princess becoming close friends to become the hot topic of the empire. they knew you were charming in many ways, but befriending the princess? now that was just pure talent.
since you two had a lot to catch up on after not seeing each other for so long, you would visit the palace almost everyday. of course everyone welcomed you, since they could see the way their princess’s eyes would light up at the slightest glimpse of you.
naturally, you also bonded with the rest of the imperial family since you would visit almost daily. the emperor and empress adored you for becoming their daughter’s first friend. they even started treating you so warmly as if you were their own daughter. how could they help it? you were such a joy to be around!
isis grew on you quickly too. the boy was so kind and considerate! especially when he would look at you with eyes the color of emerald that makes your heart swells!
likewise, isis also enjoyed your visits, occasionally joining you and his sister with whatever you guys were doing for the day. be it painting, reading, doing makeup, or touching up on etiquette, isis found your personality like a light bulb in a completely black room.
time flew by like water, and before you knew it, isis had already become the crown prince! the prince who you adored teasing about the differences in your height was now towering over you! it was scary how much he grew, but you couldn’t help and look up at him in fondness as he wore his usual smile.
aisha also blossomed into a beautiful young lady, and you were so honored to be next to the princess as she finally experienced true familial love that she craved in her past life.
everything seemed great, and your days with the imperial family was the biggest joy in your new life. however, nothing lasts forever. your parents suddenly got into a carriage accident while on a business trip, and when the news reached your ears, you dropped the tea cup in your hand, while aisha widened her eyes in horror.
you sat there quietly, staring at your clenched fists as aisha hugged you. you couldn’t comprehend the emotions swirling through your mind right now. it’s not as if you were ever close to you new parents after waking up in this body. all your attention and affection was focused on the young aisha who revealed her past identity to you, and you began to drift away from ‘your family’ as a whole. perhaps you felt a little regret. god gave you a new chance at life with your ‘hope’ at your side, and the opportunity to experience your own family, yet you ignored that chance.
that day you excused yourself from the imperial family, who all gathered to see you after hearing the news. the empress could see the darkness in your eyes, and she wanted to beg you to stay. so that darkness wouldn’t take you away. iris couldn’t bear it if that twinkle in your eyes would disappear.
tyrion stopped his wife though. as much as he loved you as if you were his own child, he knew you needed time alone to process the shock. he gave you an endearing pat on the head like he always did, and added some encouraging words to the expressionless you.
aisha could only watch your back, shoulders seeming heavier than normal, as she held hands with isis, who would occasionally squeeze your hand. their heart ached to see the bright and joyful girl they adored look so depressed, but they could only hope that you would figure out a way to get back on your feet again. they’d always be there waiting for you once you did, and they’d be happy to make you an addition of their own family.
their hope was utterly crushed though. since your parents had passed away, you inherited the duchy, figuring your ways through the stacks of heavy paperwork. every since you held the funeral for your parents, all you did was lock yourself in your father’s old office, filling and stamping papers after papers, barely eating nor sleeping.
aisha and isis took notice of how you hadn’t visit her even after two days, and after a whole week, iris and tyrion were also worried. only then did they realize how much they took your presence for granted, and they hastily reached out to you. sending letters after letters, requesting for them to come visit you. but in the end, you just gave the worried family some excuse before continuing with the paperwork.
after a whole month of this game, the emperor and empress could not endure the anxiety consuming them any longer. you were basically their own child, so they had to check up on you. that day, tyrion sent and emergency summon to the duchy. he knew he shouldn’t be taking advantage of his title, but it’s not as if he intended to do anything bad. even iris agreed with his plans! they just needed to check up on you, and this was the only way to force you out of the duchy!
once you made it to the palace and maneuvered your way through the familiar halls, you entered the audience room. tyrion and iris paced around anxiously until they heard your footsteps, turning to look at you after a whole month, only for their heart to sink.
you had completely lost the brilliant glow in your eyes even though you tried to conceal it. your cheeks look sunken, and they knew you hadn’t eaten as regularly as you were supposed to. the dark crescents under your eyes especially stood out, signifying that you hadn’t had enough sleep. oh, just where did the lively (y/n) go? now you were only rendered to a husk of your former self. a ominous appearance as if you were a corpse.
you knew of their intentions to summon you like that, but you took it as an opportunity to ensure them you were fine. lies. you told them you needed more time. that you were going through a difficult time right now. that you wanted to be alone for a while.
if it was any other person, the couple probably would have doubts. but the person making these pleas were you. the child who’s intelligence and grace was praised throughout the whole empire. your words were like honey to their ears. the exact comfort that they needed to hear. that you’d be back to ‘normal’ in no time. that their happy (y/n) would return to their arms.
of course, the emperor and empress trusted you. dismissing you with a tight embrace. when the news of their meeting reached their children’s ears, they comforted aisha and isis. persuading them that you’ll be just fine. you just needed more time. unaware of how they were dead wrong.
a whole year had passed every since that meeting, and you continued to give emotional excuses to the imperial family’s invites, which became once a week to twice or thrice a day. you were probably the only person courageous enough to blatantly ignore them like this, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything. you knew the princess you adored was in good health and happy. after all, she awakened the powers of a ‘saintess’ and now her reputation has been exploding while your’s slowly fade away from society.
there was no one else you needed to be concern about. not iris, tyrion, or… isis. they’ll be just fine without you. they’ve got each other, after all. and you were just a pest latching onto them all this time…
in fact, you were wrong. the family might seem to be doing well from the outside, but inside they were breaking apart. why? just why? why. why. why?! they’ve waited so long so why haven’t you returned to them? we do you continue to pretend like you were never really close to them? why. why. why. couldn’t you see they wanted you? they needed you. they craved you. just say the word and they’d give the world for you. so why do you keep being so stubborn!? can’t you see you need them too? that night, they finally decided to sit down at a table together for the first time after months had passed of them going their separate ways. their string of patience had snapped. they couldn’t swallow their greed any longer.
you were working in your office as usual that night when you heard a strange sound coming from outside your door. you dismissed it at first, but when a bloodcurdling scream reached your ears, you jumped from your chair. legs wobbling as you haven’t gotten up in so long, you darted to the door of your office, only to halt when you felt strong arms wrapping so tightly around you they knocked the air out of you.
“just stay still, alright? this won’t hurt…” your mind registered the owner of the lovesick voice before it grew hazy as whatever was soaked into the clothe pressing into your nose and mouth was making you dizzy. all you could feel before blacking out was the intruder nuzzling his face into your neck to relish in the scent he hadn’t inhaled in so long. one name did cross your clouded mind though; isis.
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i can apply for a job for abel heilon from "i became the wife of the male protagonist" with a reading that dresses in black like ines valeztena from "the broken ring" (if you've read it you know what i'm talking about) that scene from everyone's wedding surprised by its beauty was WONDERFUL!or something along those lines? I'm just looking for abel's jobs and it's my first time here so I'm sorry if it was long or a little rude:)
from the day the mere point of a six years-old child’s finger sealed his fate, abel was never able to envision his future without you, his future betrothed.
the one and only daughter of a revered duke who’s wealth and fame was abundant enough for the only heir to spend mindlessly throughout generations. yet, despite hailing from such an esteemed lineage, you were famed not as the most noble woman in aristocratic society, but as the ‘crow-like’ nun.
in spite of the huge inheritance to your name, you rarely invested in luxury jewelry and custom-made ball gowns. instead, you opted for gloomy black dresses that covered from head to toe, barely leaving anything to the imagination.
though the aristocratic circles satirized you for dressing like a nun, they also commended your (assumed) efforts to stay chaste for your husband, incapable of comprehending that you merely wore what you found the most comfortable and efficient.
despite being at the center of ridicule and gossip, no one was there to defend you. your fiancée, who had indirectly caused the criticism to grow harsher due to his excuses to delay your wedding, was also territories away.
after years of enduring the scorn and mockery on your own, your shameless fiancée, who grabbed the opportunity to run away from his engagement by becoming the northern duke, dared to show his face at your doorstep. not to mention, he had the audacity to bring his adopted daughter along without a warning.
once abel had sat down (uninvited) and wore that shit-eating grin, you realized he was just the same as before. perhaps his physique had build, but that brazen and snarky personality of his was still irritating.
oh, the poor girl. you couldn’t imagine how hellish it would be to be such a man’s daughter. you were convinced he coerced her into agreeing, but decided not to voice your thoughts.
one thing you did appreciate about abel though, was the fact he always got to the point. but the audacity he has to order you to prepare for the wedding (which he quite literally ran away from) while he was still in the capital for his daughter’s debut was overly shameless.
so shameless that the fact you slapped him would be too merciful for a man who abandoned you to endure in humiliation for years.
regardless of the quarrel after not seeing each other for years, you did indeed organize a humble wedding ceremony that would only be attended by the royal family and close acquaintances.
and on the most momentous day of your life, you walked into the banquet hall, figure adorned by rivulets of glimmering white that easily captured everyone’s attention. though the gown was basic by noble society’s standards, it complimented your body shape hugged your curves almost tantalizingly.
you could feel all the eyes enthralled on your figure. everyone was eating up your exposed neckline and bare shoulders after being conditioned to seeing you dressed like a nun for the majority of your life.
with a too knowing smile, you glance towards your soon to-be husband, and cerulean eyes widened in shock stared back at you. if you squinted, you could see the soft flush of his cheeks under the bright chandelier. but you indulge his gaze no longer as you turned away, the quirk of your lips turning more teasing, knowing what you stirred up in him.
was it the blush and lipstick that captured their attention? no one knew. surely a white dress couldn’t make someone look so beautiful? but could it? or perhaps was it your captivating smile that was all too knowing that it put the people who ogled to shame? no one knew the reason, but surely you’d be the hottest topic in the capital the following day.
yandere!rezef hill x reader who does all she can to avoid him? she might've had a dream one night where she vaguely remembers the original story and rezef ordered her to be killed. so that's why she tries to avoid him as much as possible to the point she gets raphael to ask for her hand in marriage so she doesn't need to interact with him?
✧ the moment rezef takes an interest in you, your fate was doomed to stand besides him and only him.
✧ at first, you were fond of the charming prince who was the opposite of the rumors that slandered his name. rezef treated you with warmth, constantly flashing a smile that shone as bright as his golden hair beneath the sun.
✧ but the night you awoke with a short glimpse of your death in the past, you felt yourself overwhelmed by fear. even worst, the prince you’ve cluelessly approached was the reason of your doom.
✧ ever since that night, you did your best to avoid him. from asking for someone else’s work load so you wouldn’t have to serve the prince, dashing away whenever you catch a glimpse of blonde hair, staying away from your favorite places so rezef couldn’t search for you, and as the final resort, begging for the duke of kedrey to take you as his wife.
✧ you were well-aware of raphael and cayena’s close relationship, but you couldn’t think of any other man in the empire that was around your age and had an equal footing to prince, not to mention someone you knew since time was limited.
✧ raphael was definitely suspicious of your reasons for begging so desperately, but due to your close relationship since your mother was his nanny, raphael knew you had an justifiable reason.
✧ after a lot of planning and promising that you’ll get divorced after your troubles were solved, raphael reluctantly agreed, but only because you swore to explain everything to princess cayena. (surely she’d understand your desperation since rezef was her younger brother)
✧ when words of raphael proposing to a palace maid got out, the empire was in an uproar. some were swayed by the heartfelt story you weaved up about a duke and a maid’s love at first sight, and some were regretful that they couldn’t place themselves on the seat of duchess, but no one dared to object due to the duke’s influence.
✧ after the uproar passed, your life also returned to it’s mundane course. you rarely even see rezef since he would always stay inside his chambers, and you no longer had to serve him because your job had been switched out by the head maid. life was peaceful once again, but you happiness didn’t last long.
✧ when the news of your childhood friend being attacked in his sleep and sustained major injuries from the assassins reached you, your instincts was screaming at you to run away. because in a part of your mind, you knew the man behind it, but you were to scared to admit it.
✧ why would rezef go that far for a mere palace maid? sure, the two of you occasionally shared long conversations while you dressed him for the morning, and yeah, perhaps you did gain a little crush on him, but you didn’t expect him to return the feelings.
✧ you kept denying the reality. trying to avoid the fact you were the reason a close friend had gotten hurt. it’s not until you were informed your family got into a carriage accident and your mother died on the spot, that you were forced to accept it.
✧ from your family, friends, colleagues, and even people you spared a word to, rezef would not hesitate to cross the line of life and death for you, as long as you’d be his little doll.
✧ you knew it wasn’t as if he was driven mad with love for you, but he merely enjoyed having you besides him. a comfort doll? an assistant? a toy? you were anything but human to rezef. he was just a childish prince who wanted his toy back, and was willing to do anything to get it.
✧ after the death of your mother, perhaps you’d already be crawling to rezef, begging him to spare the other people you care about. you didn’t want to be the reason they were killed, and you were willing to pay the hefty price for it.
✧ but perhaps if you were a little more stubborn, it wouldn’t be too long before you noticed your friends and colleagues missing one by one. you couldn’t bear to imagine what had happened to them, but the mere thought made you retch.
✧ once you had submitted yourself to him, now nothing more than an empty husk of your positive self, you would be by rezef’s side at all times as his assistant in name. you actually rarely did anything other than standing besides him while he finish paperwork, or help him put on his clothes and accompany him everywhere.
✧ the people probably realized that you were more of a dog following its master. heck, some even whispered it to your face, but you did not have the will to resist. especially when rezef smirked at you so knowingly with pride as if the child had just been praised.
✧ rezef never felt any remorse for his actions, you could tell. albeit he might’ve been a bit regretful that you no longer humored his conversations, you were always by his side now, and just looking at those empty (e/c) eyes satisfied his greed.
✧ raphael might’ve reached out to you after he’s fully healed, but you only pushed him away, claiming that you were content besides rezef. (he didn’t believe you at all). even princess cayena felt pitiful and tried to help you in some way, but her efforts were in vain when her ticking time bomb of a brother was always around with that predatory stare.
✧ in the end, everything played out like some twisted game of fate. you were destined to be by rezef’s side, and he’d tug on your chains even from the scathing depths of hell.
requesting the manhwa the way to save the female lead's older brother and character dion agriche! maybe he has a pregnant wife who was able to run away and several months later, he found her and took her back to the agriche household? hopefully it's not to broad or specific cause i want you have free reins on this idea!
━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 doubted his own ideals when it came to you.
━━ ✧ you were weak. the very type of people he was groomed to ruthlessly trample upon and slay. dion was a monster sired by a monster, raised to be an unfeeling killing machine who’s only purpose was to carry out his orders without batting an eye; an obedient and ruthless weapon of massacre. he was supposed to be heartless, that’s what he’s believed all his life, and yet when dion laid his eyes on you, he was…enchanted, bewitched, allured like a moth to a flame; like icarus’ fascination to reach the sun.
━━ ✧ perhaps that was the only way to describe his obsession with you. dion was the ‘moth’ that lived its entire life always lurking in the shadows, blending in with the darkness without ever having felt the blinding warmth of light; and you, oh, you were the ‘flame’, the scalding light that emitted warmth and sincerity. dion had always been a creature of darkness, and you are the first taste of light that had embraced him. your warmth, so serene and benevolent, permeated his sky-high walls, melting the ice that had frozen his heart and flushing through his blood.
━━ ✧ really, who could blame him for being captivated by your very being? he wanted to be forever basked in your presence, he wanted to hold your light in his palms, he wanted to sink his teeth into you, he wanted to have you in his very veins. dion, the callow and foolish ‘moth’ that so desperately athirst to touch the ‘flame’ that was so brilliant, disregarding the fact it was yearning for its own damnation.
━━ ✧ the story between a merciless killer and his captive was anything but romantic.
━━ ✧ you, the good-natured woman that was foolish enough to even attempt to reach out to dion, ignorant that you were tempting a ravenous beast with a bloody slice of meat. after witnessing what the man was capable of first-hand at the expense of your loved ones, you merely tolerated dion’s twisted affection for you.
━━ ✧ you tolerated his chilly touch, his perplexing behavior of adoration, his love-struck crimson eyes, and his pale, scarred body that would be pressed against your own every chilly night.
━━ ✧ time flowed by like water, and a year had already passed with you being the captive in a monster’s den. the passing of time didn’t have much impact on your life, but it did allow you to gain insight on the monsters that resided in the hell named ‘agriche’. the knowledge you learned made you sick to your stomach.
━━ ✧ stomach? ah, right, your body has been changing too much lately. it wasn’t the change that could be reverted with losing weight, it was the type of change you’d see in a pregnant woman. oh.
━━ ✧ the moment you discovered of your pregnancy, you knew who the child’s father was immediately. dion’s hard work every night paid off, you thought mirthlessly to yourself. like every other time, you’d merely tolerate the existence of this child growing inside of your womb.
━━ ✧ unexpectedly, as the weeks passed, the warmth of the child growing in your womb comforted your spirit. and the same child you thought you’d only tolerate was the spark that re-ignited your resolve.
━━ ✧ as much as the child was dion’s, it was also your’s. your child, your baby. and you didn’t want that innocent child to grow up in this family, for its future would be catastrophic.
━━ ✧ and so, you began plotting your escape with the aid of the agriche you could trust the most; roxana (who only wanted to get rid of a hindrance to manipulate dion)
━━ ✧ it was a summer night and your husband was out on a mission, as usual. with only a thick cloak and some jewelry from your collection, you followed the map roxana had given you and escaped the agriche dukedom without looking back.
━━ ✧ six months had already passed since your escape, and you’re currently living with a kind woman who took you in and allowed you work at her restaurant.
━━ ✧ just when you thought life was finally going your way and you’ve found peace, a cloaked man with a physique you remembered all too well entered the restaurant.
━━ ✧ seeing dion stand so dauntingly before you, you couldn’t help but wonder if your freedom all this time was so peaceful only because dion allowed you so. and now, he had gotten bored of his little game, and he wanted you back.
━━ ✧ the next morning when you woke up, your ankles were chained to the familiar bedpost. you didn’t even bat an eye when dion was sitting right beside you, stroking your swollen belly.
━━ ✧ dion looked in a daze as if he was familiarizing himself with the baby’s heartbeat, too immersed to even notice your fluttering eyelashes at him. seeing him act so domestic towards you was sickening, especially so after he has you chained up again.
━━ ✧ dion seemed to notice your quickening heartbeat of frustration and retracted his hand, deciding to give you some room as he rose to his feet.
━━ ✧ he did that every time. moving away every time you seemed agitated by his touch or presence. you couldn’t tell if he actually wanted to respect you, or merely did that because he couldn’t pretend not to notice your disgust.
━━ ✧ albeit without fail, his crimson eyes always lingered on your face for a moment, and there was a look in his eyes that was akin to a fragile child being scolded, yet you couldn’t feel any sympathy for the man.
━━ ✧ the next few days was a repetitive cycle that you could never forget. waking up and wondering when dion will release you from the annoying chains, the maids carefully taking care of your every needs, and staring out the window with disinterest in your surroundings.
━━ ✧ occasionally when night falls, dion would have returned from whatever mission he’d received, and snuggle under the warm covers with you.
━━ ✧ before you were with child, dion would plant kisses on your nape and one thing would lead to another. but now that you were pregnant, you took notice of how dion became more forgiving on your sensitive body.
━━ ✧ he would only caress your round belly under the blanket, unfazed by the changes of your body, cold hands always prickly on your warm skin, but you’ve gotten used to it.
━━ ✧ dion always place his hand on top of one particular spot just a little above your belly button after caressing your stomach for a while, and once his hand rest there, you were sure to find it in the same place the next morning (you’re baffled how he seemed almost unmoving in his sleep)
━━ ✧ when you’d be waken up in the middle of the night due to a cramp or needing to use the restroom, you would be met with crimson eyes already staring at you.
━━ ✧ dion just somehow sense whenever you’d wake up before you do (as if he could read your brain waves or something), and is always staring at you just a few moments before you stir from your own sleep.
━━ ✧ you didn’t even need to say a word to him, and dion would still know what you wanted from the way you look at him. he’d personally carry you to the bathroom, and he’s gentle whenever he massages your back or feet, or just getting you comfortable with more pillows again.
━━ ✧ seeing him act so docile and obedient to you as if he wasn’t the cause of your misery was nauseating. especially when he treats you so gently as if he truly adored you, but you never voiced your thoughts. you never dared.
━━ ✧ on particular days when dion had a break from his missions, he would spend all his free time by your side. wether it be sitting there and watching you nap or hand-feed you nutritious meals for lunch, dion devoted himself to you like glue.
━━ ✧ sometimes, and just sometimes, you’d loathe him a little less when he escort you for a walk in the garden. it was rare that you’d be allowed to go outside, so you always tried to cherish the moment, even if dion stood by so sullenly.
━━ ✧ in moments like those, when his pale skin was shining due to the sunlight and his crimson eyes looked more like mysterious rubies, you would love him a little more.
✶ 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.
