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Summary: Set during the harsh winter months in Winterfell, you find yourself caught between your growing affection for Cregan Stark and the responsibilities that bind him to his people. The snow might be cold, but the warmth of your bond with the Warden of the North is undeniable. Yet, even love has its challenges in the unforgiving North.
Warnings: 18+ implied, fluff, angst
Word Count: 3k
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The winds howled outside Winterfell’s thick stone walls, sending icy drafts through the narrow corridors. You pulled your cloak tighter around yourself as you made your way through the dimly lit hallways, the torchlight casting flickering shadows against the rough-hewn walls. It was always cold in the North, but this winter was different—harsher, more unforgiving.
It was the kind of cold that seeped into your bones and refused to leave, no matter how many layers of furs you piled on. But the cold was the least of your worries. What concerned you more was the way Cregan Stark had been distancing himself, his attention consumed by the growing responsibilities of ruling the North.
You had come to Winterfell months ago, part of an alliance forged between your family and House Stark. The marriage had been arranged, but that didn’t mean it was without affection. Cregan was a man of honour, kind in his own way, and though he was often reserved, you had grown to love him. His quiet strength, his dedication to his people, and the way he would steal glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking—it all endeared him to you. That, along with his muscled form, his big heaving chest and his even larger…forms.
But lately, the distance between you had grown, like an icy ravine that neither of you seemed able to cross.
You found him in the Great Hall, hunched over a table laden with maps and letters. His dark brown hair was tousled, a few stray strands falling into his eyes as he studied the documents before him. The fire crackled in the hearth, but its warmth seemed not to reach him.
“Cregan?” you called softly, stepping into the room.
He looked up, and for a moment, the hardness in his gaze softened. “Y/N,” he acknowledged, though his voice was tired. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
You offered a small smile, crossing the room to stand beside him. “You’ve been here all night.”
“There’s much to do,” he replied, his eyes flicking back to the map of the North spread out before him. “The winter is harsh this year, and there are reports of wildling activity near the Wall. I need to ensure that the North is prepared.”
You nodded, understanding his concerns. “I know the North is your priority, but you can’t neglect yourself in the process. You need rest, Cregan.”
He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’ll rest when there’s time.”
“There’s never time,” you countered gently. “Not if you don’t make it.”
He finally looked at you, really looked at you, and you saw the exhaustion etched into his features. His grey Stark eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, were dulled by sleepless nights and the weight of his responsibilities.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, reaching out to take your hand. His touch was warm, a stark contrast to the chill in the air. “I’ve been distant.”
You squeezed his hand, the simple gesture conveying all the words you didn’t need to say. “I know you have responsibilities, Cregan. I just… I miss you.”
He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a rare moment of vulnerability. His embrace was firm, reassuring, and you let yourself melt into it, savoring the warmth and the sense of safety it brought.
“I’m here now,” he said quietly, his breath warm against your ear. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
***
The next few days were a blur of preparation and planning. Winterfell was abuzz with activity as Cregan and his bannermen worked tirelessly to ensure the safety of the North. The long nights you had spent alone were now filled with strategy meetings, and the brief moments you did manage to steal with Cregan were often interrupted by matters of state.
It was frustrating, watching the man you loved slip further and further away, consumed by the weight of his duties. You understood that Cregan was doing what he needed to do, but that didn’t make it any easier to bear.
One evening, after yet another day spent in solitude, you decided you couldn’t take it anymore. Wrapping your cloak around you, you ventured out into the courtyard, seeking the comfort of the Godswood. The heart tree stood tall and ancient in the center of the grove, its red leaves stark against the snow-covered ground. You knelt before it, hoping the Old Gods might offer you some clarity.
The wind rustled through the branches, carrying with it the faint sound of footsteps. You turned to see Cregan approaching, his expression unreadable in the dim light.
“I had a feeling I’d find you here,” he said softly, coming to stand beside you.
“This is where I come to think,” you replied, turning your gaze back to the heart tree. “When everything else feels too overwhelming.”
Cregan was silent for a moment, and you could feel the tension radiating off him. “I’ve failed you,” he said finally, his voice heavy with regret.
You looked at him in surprise. “What are you talking about?”
“I’ve been so focused on my duties, on protecting the North, that I’ve neglected you,” he admitted, his eyes fixed on the heart tree. “You deserve better than that.”
You shook your head, reaching out to take his hand. “Cregan, you’ve been doing what you need to do. I understand that. But we’re supposed to be in this together. You don’t have to bear this burden alone.”
He turned to face you, his expression conflicted. “I don’t want to burden you with my worries.”
“I want to share them,” you insisted. “Isn’t that what marriage is supposed to be? A partnership?”
Cregan’s shoulders slumped, and for the first time, you saw just how deeply his responsibilities weighed on him. “I never wanted to drag you into the hardships of the North. I wanted to keep you safe.”
You stepped closer, cupping his cheek in your hand. “I chose to be with you, Cregan. That means accepting everything that comes with it, even the hardships. I want to be by your side, no matter what.”
His eyes softened, and he leaned into your touch, his hand coming up to cover yours. “I don’t deserve you.”
You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “Then it’s a good thing I get to decide that, isn’t it?”
Cregan let out a soft chuckle, the sound easing some of the tension between you. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close as if you were the only thing anchoring him to the world.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair. “I’ll do better. I promise.”
You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “We’ll get through this, Cregan. Together.”
You kissed him then, and all the snow in the North could have melted underneath your blazing passion.
***
Winter continued its relentless grip on the North, but things between you and Cregan began to change. He made more of an effort to spend time with you, to include you in his plans and decisions. It wasn’t always easy, and there were still moments when the weight of his responsibilities threatened to pull him away, but you faced those challenges together.
The nights were the hardest. When the cold seemed to seep into every corner of Winterfell, it was easy to feel isolated and alone. But Cregan was always there, his presence a steady reassurance in the darkness.
One particularly cold night, you found yourselves curled up together in front of the fire in your chambers. The flames crackled and popped, casting a warm glow over the room as you nestled against Cregan’s side. He had his big arm around you, holding you close as you shared the warmth of the fire.
“Do you remember the first time we met?” you asked, your voice soft in the quiet of the room.
Cregan smiled, a rare, genuine smile that lit up his usually serious features. “Of course I do. You were so nervous, you could barely look me in the eye.”
You laughed, the memory bringing a warmth to your heart that the fire couldn’t match. “I was terrified. You were so… intimidating.”
“And now?” he asked, his tone teasing.
“Now you’re just my big cuddly bear,” you teased back, earning a mock-scowl from him.
“I am not!” he protested, but there was no real heat in his words.
You smiled, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw. “Perhaps…”
Cregan’s expression softened, and he leaned down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. It was slow, tender, and full of the love that had grown between you over the months. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the space between you.
“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, the words like a warm breath against your cold heart.
“I love you too, Cregan,” you whispered back, your voice full of the emotion you felt.
For a moment, there was nothing but the two of you, wrapped up in each other and the warmth of the fire. It was in these moments that you felt most connected, when the world outside seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of you and the love that had blossomed despite the hardships you faced.
But like all fleeting moments of peace, this one was interrupted by the harsh realities of your lives.
A sharp knock echoed through the chamber door, and before you could respond, the door creaked open. One of Cregan's most trusted bannermen, Lord Karl Umber, stepped inside, his face drawn with concern.
"My lord," he began, his eyes flickering briefly to you before returning to Cregan, "There are urgent reports from the Wall. A large band of wildlings have been sighted moving south. The Night's Watch fears they might be preparing for an attack."
Cregan stiffened beside you, the tension returning to his body in an instant. The warmth between you evaporated, replaced by the cold reality of his duties.
"I'll be there shortly," Cregan said, his voice hardening with resolve.
Karl nodded, sparing you another brief glance before retreating from the room. The door shut behind him with a heavy thud, leaving you and Cregan in silence once more.
He didn’t move immediately, his arm still draped around your shoulders, but you could sense the turmoil inside him, the pull of duty warring with the desire to stay by your side.
"You have to go," you said quietly, breaking the silence. It wasn't a question, just a simple statement of fact.
Cregan exhaled slowly, his breath warm against your hair. "I don't want to leave you."
You smiled sadly, your hand coming up to rest on his chest. "I know. But you have to."
His jaw clenched, and he pulled you tighter against him as if he could somehow keep you safe by sheer force of will. But you both knew the truth. The North needed him. The Wall needed him. His people needed him.
And as much as it hurt, you understood that.
"I'll come back to you," he promised, his voice low and fierce. "I swear it."
You nodded, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over. "I know you will. Just… be careful."
He leaned down to kiss you again, this time with more urgency, more desperation. It was a kiss that spoke of all the things he couldn’t say, all the fears and hopes and unspoken promises that lingered between you.
When he finally pulled away, you saw the determination in his eyes, the strength that had first drawn you to him. This was the man you loved, the man you had chosen to stand beside, no matter how difficult the road ahead might be.
"I'll be waiting," you whispered as he stood, already feeling the cold settle in as he moved away.
Cregan paused at the door, his hand resting on the frame as he looked back at you. There was a weight in his gaze, a depth of emotion that he rarely let show.
Then he was gone, the door closing behind him with a finality that echoed through the room.
You sat there for a long time, staring at the door, the warmth of the fire slowly fading as the reality of his departure settled in. The silence was deafening, the emptiness of the room a stark contrast to the moments of warmth you had just shared.
It was always like this, the fleeting moments of happiness overshadowed by the looming specter of duty. But that was the life you had chosen when you married Cregan Stark, Warden of the North. You knew the challenges that came with it, the sacrifices that had to be made.
And you would face them, because you loved him. Even if it meant spending more nights alone, waiting for him to return to you.
***
Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no word from Cregan. The cold seemed to grow harsher with each passing day, the snow piling up against the walls of Winterfell as the winter deepened.
You threw yourself into the tasks that needed to be done, helping where you could, overseeing the stores of food and supplies, and ensuring that the people of Winterfell were cared for. It was the only way to keep the worry at bay, to keep yourself from imagining the worst.
But at night, when the castle was quiet and the cold crept in through the cracks in the stone, you couldn’t help but think of him. You wondered where he was, if he was safe, if he was thinking of you. The loneliness gnawed at you, a constant ache that refused to fade.
One particularly brutal night, when the wind howled like a wounded animal and the snow fell in thick, suffocating waves, you found yourself in the Godswood once more. The heart tree stood silent and ancient before you, its red leaves stark against the white of the snow. You knelt before it, your breath visible in the frigid air as you silently prayed for Cregan’s safe return.
The Old Gods didn’t answer, but the peace of the Godswood offered some small comfort. You stayed there for a long time, until the cold seeped into your bones and forced you back inside.
When you finally returned to your chambers, you found that sleep wouldn’t come. The bed was too empty, too cold without Cregan beside you. So, you sat by the fire, staring into the flames as they danced and flickered, your mind drifting to memories of him.
It was in the early hours of the morning, when the fire had burned down to embers, that you heard the sound of footsteps in the corridor. At first, you thought it was just another servant, but there was something about the tread that caught your attention. Something familiar.
Your heart leapt in your chest as you hurried to the door, flinging it open just in time to see Cregan striding toward you, snow clinging to his cloak and boots. He looked exhausted, his face gaunt from the cold and the weight of his responsibilities, but he was alive.
"Cregan," you breathed, relief washing over you in a wave so powerful it nearly brought you to your knees.
He didn't say a word as he reached you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. You buried your face in his chest, breathing in the scent of him, of leather and smoke and the biting cold of the North.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. There was nothing to say that could truly capture the depth of your relief, the joy and fear and love that warred within you.
Finally, Cregan pulled back just enough to look down at you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "I'm home," he said simply, his voice rough with emotion.
Tears welled up in your eyes, and you nodded, unable to find the words. You leaned into his touch, your heart swelling with the sheer joy of having him back, of knowing that he was safe.
Without another word, he kissed you, a fierce, possessive kiss that spoke of all the things he couldn’t say. It was a kiss that promised he would never leave you again, even if you both knew that wasn’t a promise he could truly keep.
When you finally broke apart, you rested your forehead against his, your breaths mingling in the cold air between you.
"I was so worried," you whispered, your voice trembling.
"I know," he murmured, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down your cheek. "I'm sorry. I never meant to make you worry."
"You can’t help that," you replied, your hand resting on his chest where you could feel the steady beat of his heart. "Just… don’t leave me for so long again."
"I won’t," he vowed, his voice full of the promise he couldn’t make. But you believed him, because you had to. Because that was the only way to keep going.
You spent the rest of the night curled up together in front of the fire, talking quietly as the flames warmed the room. Cregan told you of the battles he had fought, the wildlings they had faced, and the toll it had taken on him. And you listened, offering what comfort you could, even as your heart ached for the burdens he had to bear.
But he was home now, and that was all that mattered.
As the first light of dawn crept through the window, you finally allowed yourself to drift off to sleep, safe in the knowledge that Cregan was there beside you. The North was harsh, and the winter was long, but with Cregan by your side, you knew you could face whatever came your way.
Together.
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A/n: So I don't like this one very much but I found it in the drafts so I thought I might as well, it's also very short! Sorry!
Warnings: Blood, gore, death, insanity
Summary: You'll see
"No, no, no! Stay with me alright? Stay with me!" I yell as Kaz fucking Brekker bleeds out in my arms from a wound from his own cane.
Kaz shakes his head weakly and one gloved hand goes to cradle my cheek as the other ungloved one goes and makes patterns on my neck.
"It's okay."
I laugh but it's broken and it gets engulfed in sobs by the end of it. I don't want to touch him but it seems Brekker can't get enough of me. Ironic.
"Of course you would say that when your dying!"
I yell for a healer but I know it's useless as he smiles at me sadly and starts to choke on his own blood.
"Y/n-Y/n! End it-it. I'm no-not goin-going out by-" He takes a second as he spits out blood probably meant to go on the street but it ends up on my shirt.
"By-by drown-drowning in my-my ow-own blo-blood."
My eyes widen at what he's telling me to do. No! But as he dies here, no one else around, I know that it's useless. I would never want him to suffer.
"Kaz-Kaz." Tears blur with my words as I slowly take a gun out of my left coat pocket. I place the gun right up to his head and my finger flinches on the trigger, but I can't. I can't kill the bastard of the barrel. The only person in the world that holds my heart.
He reaches up with the last of his energy and kiss's me. There's nothing to it except for a dead man's wish to be with his lover one last time. It's not hungry, no it's desperate and telling me that he's happy.
He's happy about what he's gotten out of life.
"I can't Kaz." I cry as I still hold the gun up loosely to his head. "I can't."
He brushes his ungloved hand across my cheek and he grins a bit.
"Smile-smile for me-me, Angel?"
Tears ricochet off my cheeks onto Kaz's shirt, face, and eyelashes. It's then I realize he isn't coming back, so I give him my best smile in the world. The one he said would brighten anyone's day, the one where he said it made me look like a saint.
I smile that smile and I give Kaz a few seconds for his last words and he seems to know it too.
"I don't want to see you up there till your old. Live your life Y/n."
BANG!
The shot rings out bouncing off of the cobblestones underneath us and I sob as I look down on Kaz.
Dead.
"You called for a healer?" A girl, no older than fifteen comes around the corner not even running to see if someone needed help.
I lift the gun up before she has any time to react as I shot her, right in the head.
The same place I shot Kaz.
I crawl desperately back to his corpse and I see the bullet hole in his head and I instantly back away. His eye's once full of schemes and love for me are lifeless. Their glassy and they look up at the sky with a blank expression in them.
A terrible scream rips through my throat as lightning cackles in the distance. Laughing at the irony.
___________________Time Skip 3-4 months, 3rd person Pov_________________
A woman looks outside her window on a secluded island. She watches Ketterdan burn, with an evil smirk adorning her face. The city burns as children and grown men scream in terror as the black flames that take the shape of dragons swallow them whole. She whips around the smirk falling off her face quickly as she pulls back on the gloves.
"Ready a ship, I think it's time to take a visit to our dear friends. Don't you think?" Her lips don't quirk up but madness is held inside her eyes and anyone who dared look at them directly and held her gaze like Dirtyhands used to would surely go insane. Simply because she was not anymore.
Sane such a funny word. Not sane, seemed...
Better.
The boy nods and scurry's off to hopefully find a ship or else he might not survive another day.
"I get it now." She whispers not daring to say his name. "Brick by brick." She turns on her heel passing Pekka Rollins tortured and maimed body as she gets ready to board her ship.
"I will burn them all down. I promise."
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“Princess … ”
Diavolo cradled your body closer to him. Your warmth seeped out with each second. Stale blood dripped from your wounds.
Diavolo chuckled drily.
Those gentle hands that would pat his head, the calloused but lovely fingers that drove him crazy with each touch--he will never feel them again.
Chuckling became laughing.
His flames blazed brighter and pitch-black smoke rose from earth. Rising higher into the sky, Diavolo’s wings grew and stretched so far they covered the sun and engulfed the city in darkness. From his flames swung out a tail with scarlet scales. It swept across the buildings, killing hundreds and destroying everything.
“Beast!” The humans screamed. “The witch summoned a beast!”
“Witch?” Diavolo repeated.
His maniacal laugh thundered throughout the city.
“You killed her for that?” The woman he loved was a soul who would never use her magic selfishly. You never turned away a patient even when they disrespected you.
The red dragon tenderly gazed at the lifeless body in his hand.
The skin had lost its vigor, scratches covered your face, and the arms …
How long did you suffer? How much did you suffer?
If only … if only he stayed with her.
“Unholy beast!”
Diavolo’s thoughts were interrupted when the human soldiers started shooting arrows at him. One arrow flew past his claws and almost hit your corpse.
The red dragon roared into the sky.
The large city that once bustled with life was reduced to ashes in less than half a day.
Diavolo flew back to your home. When he found the squatters wearing your clothes and the kids trampling the flowers you adored, he almost sent them to the next life. But he sensed the mana that radiated from them. It was your mana.
“Take off the clothes that aren’t yours and leave behind what belongs in this house,” he ordered with glowing eyes.
There were a foolish few who disobeyed by pocketing a ruby Diavolo gifted. They were two kids, the ones who threw rocks at you--
Half their faces were melted off.
“A saint touched your souls so I won’t kill you,” Diavolo said. “But don’t test my patience.”
The refugees ran for the mountains and Diavolo was left alone.
“I’m here,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “I’m right here, princess, so come back soon … ”
Gabriel and Lilith arrived a few weeks later. They’ve only now just heard the news.
Shock didn’t begin to describe what they felt at the scene that welcomed them.
Your humble mud house was transformed into a wooden cottage. The tiny patch of soil you proudly called a garden was bigger, lining the side of the river with herbs and flowers and other plants.
Life seemed to overflow
Gabriel barged inside the cottage.
The crown prince of hell sat on the edge of a bed. He was wiping the feet of a corpse, his eyes full of mad love while telling a story about how big the pomegranates were.
“I promise I didn’t use any magic. When you wake up, let’s make some dessert with them--”
A fist flew and Diavolo landed on the ground.
“You crazy … ” Gabriel’s chest heaved. He didn’t even know where to begin.
Luckily, Lilith was there. She patted his shoulder before approaching the prince. “Cousin, this is wrong.”
Diavolo lifted his head, eyes empty before focusing on Lilith. He grinned mechanically. “Oh, I didn’t notice you coming in.”
The angels exchanged glances.
“Do you like the house? I built it myself.”
“Diavolo--”
“I was giving princess a bath, she’s so spoiled--”
“Diavolo,” Lilith cut him off. “Diavolo, MC is dead.”
“She’s sleeping, Lilith. She can’t be dead, she’s going to be the queen of hell. We promised we’d be together so there’s no way she’s dead.”
“Oy,” Gabriel stepped forward, glaring at the prince. “Stop running away from this, bastard. MC is dead. She’s gone.”
“Gone,” Diavolo repeated with a whisper.
Your soul was gone.
Your soul was gone.
Your soul was gone.
But that’s not possible. When you became one, he reinforced his seal so you would be bound to him forever. But your soul was gone. You weren’t just dead, your soul was gone. He couldn’t feel it anymore. Your soul vanished like a whisper in the wind.
Gone--
You were gone.
Diavolo clawed at his chest, cutting skin and drawing blood. His insides twisted. He buckled down and threw up.
“Right--” He croaked as angry fat, angry tears blurred his vision. He pulled on his hair. “She’s gone. She’s gone … Even Barbatos said her soul … she’s gone.”
“Do you think that’s true?” Lilith knelt down and looked straight into his eyes. “Diavolo, think again.”
“A soul is immortal. She may be lost,” Gabriel said. “But she’s not irretrievable. And when she comes back is this how you want to greet her?” He gestured at the ice-cold body.
Diavolo chuckled wearily. “What do you know?”
“I know that you didn’t deserve her--”
“Gabriel--” Lilith tried to calm him down again but he shrugged her off.
“--I know that she deserves more than a pathetic, sobbing mess who avoids responsibility.”
The demon prince couldn’t bring himself to retort. Gabriel was right, he was pathetic.
“I know this doesn’t sound much from an uncultured girl like me but … but I want to work together with you. I want to be a partner who can help you with your problems.”
Your words echoed in the back of his mind and Diavolo laughed again. With a tearful smile, he looked out the window and into the clear morning sky.
“You win, princess. You always win.”
Meanwhile, in a roofless room surrounded by stars and with walls that stretched so far you could not see the end, two men played a game of chess.
The one who held an ebony pawn sighed. It was King Drakul of Devildom.
His opponent, a man with greying hair crudely dyed purple at the tips, quirked an eyebrow. “Something wrong, old friend?”
“I was just thinking--it’s very hard being a father.”
“Oh.” His opponent nodded in agreement. “I feel ya. Lately, Lili has taken an interest in the human realm and Levi…the one with the bowl haircut keeps messing with the time warps. He’s already reading literature that shouldn’t be in existence yet.”
“First of all, their names are Lilith and Leviathan. Secondly, my case is different from yours. Diavolo--”
“It’s about time Diavolo fixes his behavior.”
“I suppose … ”
“Cheer up, Drakul. Our plan worked, or rather, it’s going to work. Ain’t that right, Barbatos?”
Barbatos appeared with a burst of green smoke. He refilled their teacups. “You are correct, Lord God.”
Drakul sighed again.
“Hey now, you can’t start regretting it now,” said Lord God. “I went AWOL for an extra five thousand years just for this moment.”
He disappeared for millenia, causing conflict among the angels, and then arrived in time to stop a full-scale war. Not to mention, he had to create a random body and puppeteer it from the sidelines while waiting for a Host.
“You can’t soften up now. Otherwise all that effort to educate Diavolo would have gone to waste. Think of those poor souls who failed and got sent to punishment worlds because of him, think of those humans he killed when he went feral the other day--think of how many loops Barbatos has gone through--and the beating Diavolo almost gave him!” Lord God dropped a sugar cube into his cup.
“I know, I know … But those 2430 souls are on you. You could easily have asked Barbatos who would be the successful Host.”
“You know I don’t roll like that. It’s boring to know everything—why do ya think I sealed away my powers?” Lord God added another sugar cube. “Ah, speaking of, what do you think of my newest recruit? The second genius I’ve encountered since I started this gig.”
“Hm, let’s see.” Drakul grabbed a flower-shaped cookie. “Sharp-witted, competent and ruthless. I say, they’d be an excellent queen.”
Lord God spat out his tea. “You can’t--cough--you can’t be serious.”
“You can't deny that there is a possibility." He turned to his butler. "Right, Barbatos?”
A mysterious look ghosted over Barbato's eyes, then he grinned subserviently. “It is as you say, sire.”
Author’s note:
If you know me from Tumblr then you already know that I have this headcanon: In the past Diavolo was a wild, rebellious blood knight but now he is desperate to maintain peace in the three realms because he fell in love with a human in the past and patiently waits for her reincarnation so he can welcome her as his queen. Also, he's only the crown prince in the Obey Me! storyline because he refuses to become king without his beloved.
Man, I know I poke fun at him for being a reckless idiot in the story, but damn.
And imagine all the crap he deals with for uniting the three realms--all that effort for a soul who didn’t even look back when she left. 🤧
(To have that kind of power on a man... Ate MC, paturo naman po. Charot lang. We must aspire to be good people haha)
Oh, and by the way--
I would like to clarify something since you guys keep making so many conspiracy theories.
Regarding the characters from the fictional worlds and the real world:
The Obey Me! Characters that manifest in the fictional worlds are treated as separate entities from those in the Real World. E.g. Lucifer from the CEO’s arc is different from the Lucifer in Diavolo’s arc/Real World, so if the same character appears twice, our MC will not compare their names, appearances, etc. Think of it as a perception filter. However, you can say that they are still connected because they are alternative selves of each other. So residual affections felt by CEO!Lucifer will be felt by Real World!Lucifer.
What was the third party interference at the end?
Unless the above story wasn't clear enough, the interference was Diavolo.
Will MC have a harem?
Who knows.
Hope that makes things clear :D
(And please keep up with the praise, this madam would sell her firstborn for more praises from you guys.)
This is my Prinxiety Fusion. Reginald the storm prince. I got his name by turning Regina George and make it masculine. I just thought it was clever. I'll be posting more Sander Sides fusions as I have an idea for every possible 2 person fusion (minus picani and rely sorry) and I may go actually insane if I try and do a 3 person fusion
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“where have you been?” she hadn’t seen amycus for a little while and she knew she’d been busy planning the new years party and everything but she hadn’t been avoiding him. maybe he had changed his mind since christmas, maybe she was too much trouble and he didn’t want to be part of it. her mind had raced through so many possibilities but he’d been mia for days. she was worried about him, worried he got hurt on new years and she just didn’t know. worried something had happened with his parents, or something to do with the mark on his arm. she felt sick when finally, finally he walked through the common room doors.
“Take my hand, Erik.” Charles came closer reached out a hand to Erik. He wanted to step in and block out the memories from Erik’s mind, give him the reprieve he so badly needed - but he couldn’t. He couldn’t force his way past Erik’s shields, and right now, Erik couldn’t let them down. Charles was reduced to the normal, human ways of helping: simply being there for his friend. “I swear to you, you are safe here. I know you can’t feel it right now, but listen to me: No one will harm you while I am here.”
Erik turned to stare at the professor, his chest heaving as he tried to slow his breathing. Unsteadily, he pushed away from the sink and sunk to his knees in front of Charles’ chair. His hand gripped the offered one tightly. “They’re dead. I can’t save them. Burning. They’re burning,” he mumbled. Erik was looking at Charles it seemed as if he was staring through the man. He wasn’t seeing Charles or his bedroom at the school behind his friend. It was if Erik wasn’t quite there but someplace else.
