The royal family has always been held to high standards. how they dress, how they act, everything has to be perfect in the eyes of the public
But a corpse sprayed with perfume is just a corpse nonetheless
Behind the closed doors of the royal chambers, anything was fair game; that was what your mother taught you: nobody is your friend, nobody is your ally. Do what you must to survive.
You never understood why you, being the youngest of 7 siblings, would have to fight to survive. The crown was never yours to take. So you stayed in your room, read books about knights in shining armor and princesses in castles, dreaming that maybe when you inevitably get sold to the highest bidder with the disguise of a political marriage, you could escape and live an adventure of your own
Oh, how foolish you were
you the one that was never seen as a treath and lived a quiet little life in your room, while your siblings, their mothers and allies stabbed eachother in the back.
one after the other the numbers where decreasing, 8 at the start now only one remains
your father very past his prime not able to have more children, so thereās only one heir to the throne.
long live the new ruler Y/N
You were never meant to be the next ruler of this kingdom, with all the responsibilities that came with being the head of the empire also came with a lot of expectation, one particularly was the one that gave you the most headaches
children.
you were expected to have multiple children ideally with different people to make political alliances and join new lands into your territory.
and a couple people were more than eager to bear them.
kalos the knight
Kalos was your friend, Was.
He was a trainee for the royal guard, he was an extraordinary strategist but lacked a lot of physical strength due to an illness he had.
you two met as kids bonding over a book you were reading, he used to pretend to be the knight in your stories and made promises of saving you when the time comes. You never meant to make him join your harem, you only suggested it when you found out that as a consort he would be able to join war meetings and go up the ranks as a knight.
it was a simple plan really, one with not much thinking behind it, he would get to use his brain as a war strategist and you had the excuse of starting a harem with somebody you had no interest in touching you or you touching them.
That was until in one of your personal tea parties kalos came dressed in silky clothing, one that showed his chest and shoulders. He put make -up on that day to accentuate his beautiful eyes and keep playing with your hair and trying to make excuses to touch you, after all you were so very tired of being a ruler and he was so very capable with his hands after all.
you understood too late that his devotion as a knight was not to the crown but to you
Bella the scholar
Bella had once been the apprentice of your father's most trusted advisor. After his passing, she inherited both his position and, much to her dismay, the responsibility of advising you. She often claimed she'd much rather spend her days tending to plants than attending council meetings, yet somehow she always managed to have the answer to every problem placed before the throne.
For a scholar, Bella looked nothing like the stories described. There were no flowing silk gowns or delicate gloves hiding ink-stained fingers. She favored practical tunics and sturdy boots, clothes that could survive crawling through forests or kneeling in muddy garden beds. Her hands were rough, littered with tiny cuts, calluses, and dirt permanently lodged beneath her nail,a testament to countless hours spent cultivating rare herbs and studying botany.
Rumor had it she could outlift half the royal knights, and after watching her haul sacks of soil across the palace gardens without breaking a sweat, you were inclined to believe it. She had little patience for etiquette, even less for nobles who mistook appearance for competence. More than one arrogant lord had learned the hard way that the woman they dismissed as a mere gardener possessed both a sharper mind and a stronger punch than they did.
Bella joined the harem by a dirty trick she pulled on you, the way you spend countless sleepless nights trying to solve problems for your people charmed her heart very quickly. One day while having some tea in her chambers you found that this new brew she prepared was specially sweet.
the next thing you knew was that you were passed out on her bed.
according to her you were just so sleepy and so vulnerable that she just let you sleep on her bed for the night.
After all, if any noble or servant saw their ruler in that state, they would talk and talk and that could harm your reputation.
oh but the implications of spending the night in anotherās one chambers was so scandalous!
and thus she became part I of your harem as a ācover upā.
is not like she has been planning for months no, that would be foolish
Midas the foreigner
Midas was the only one that was disgusted to join the harem at first, he was more or less a gift sent by their parents to promote good relationships between lands.
When you two meet he was disgusted by you, not that he found you ugly or unattractive but that the thought of somebody using people for pleasure the same way one would use a new shirt everyday makes him feel inhuman.
he was very surprised when you made the statement of having not intention of touching them. A wave of relief washed over them, but only followed by skepticism, this must be a dirty trick to make them lower their guard, well news flash is not gonna happened.
they didnāt lower their guard for the first two weeks, even when you offer pastries and books about music that he adored so much.
Even when you got him his very own arp to perform in front of a banquet of people, something he's been dreaming of since he was a child. He didnāt lower his guard.
even when he tried so hard to convince himself that the ache in his heart and pant was not because he caught a whiff of your perfume.
when he finally lower his guard, full expecting you to take him, he got offended by you not doing anything.
not offended at YOU exactly. Maybe you were just too shy?
what if he wasnāt beautiful enough?, he was selected for you rather than his sibling, then why. Wonāt. You. Take.him
he was breathtaking in any sense of the world
he could be more beautiful, he could be stunning he could be whatever you want him to be
Hello i know this is not my usual content but i wanted to try something new
Enjoy my fellow monsterlover!!
Orc x reader, friend to lover, childhood friends
The orc and the sorcerer
āItās for the best.ā
Those were the words Mom kept repeating when she told me we were leaving the clan.
I was only seven at the time. I couldnāt understand why we had to leave all our people behind. Orcs are supposed to stick together. Everyone has a role, something theyāre good at, something that helps the clan survive and grow.
Thatās what we do.
So why did we have to leave?
It took seven days of travel in a caravan to reach our final destination. For a kind of hyperactive seven-year-old like me, it felt more like a hundred years.
The place we ended up in was a small town near the coast. It didnāt even have a thousand people living there. No roaring forges, no training pits, no hunting parties leaving at dawnā¦nothing like home.
When we finally arrived at the tiny cottage that was supposed to be our new house, I only had one thought.
āThis place sucks butt.ā
And I wasnāt afraid to say it either.
āKoāru, language!ā Mom said, giving me that tired look she always had.
Mom always looked tired. I knew she worked hard, harder than anyone I knew. Part of me knew I should be grateful for everything she did.
But it was hard to feel grateful when it felt like Iād been ripped out of the place where I was born,like a tree pulled up by its roots.
Anywayā¦ that was three years ago
ā¦
Right now I was hiding under my bed, thinking that maybeājust maybeāif I stayed very still I could camouflage with the wooden floor and my mom wouldnāt be able to see me.
I heard the heavy footsteps of my mother coming down the hallway and started praying that my hiding spot was good enough.
āI know you are under the bed, boy,ā she said with annoyance. āCome out of there before I pull you out by the ears.ā
I like having my ears intact, so I reluctantly left my amazing hiding spot.
Today was the second worst day of my tiny life.
The first worst day had been yesterday, when my mom told me I would be starting school.
I went downstairs and was greeted by the scent of sweet buns and cinnamon. My mom had started a baking business the second we got comfortable in our new āhome.ā My sweet tooth was more than happy about having sweets and pastries made every day in my house.
My happiness lasted until my mom told me they were for clients and not for me.
Today she had made me wear the good trousersāthe ones without patchesāand I even had to clean the beads in my hair.
Why do I have to look āgoodā for people I donāt even know?
I didnāt know them, but I already knew I wasnāt going to like the kids in my class. So why did I have to be on my ābest behaviorā for people I didnāt like?
It was ridiculous.
After a short walk we arrived at the school building. It was small and painted a dirty red, but I guess it was okay. It had a playground, so that was nice.
I wondered if any kid would want to play āchiefā with me.
My mom gave me a kiss on the cheek and said she packed a bunch of sweet rolls for me to share with my new friends.
I couldnāt help thinking, What friends?
But I know better than to contradict Mama.
Inside the schoolyard I looked around at the other kids. I didnāt know if I was lucky or unlucky to be the only orc in the class. I saw some trolls, a couple of nagas, a few other speciesā¦ and a lot of humans.
Itās not that I particularly dislike humans.
But I know they donāt like orcs.
So why should I like them either?
A lady wearing a long dark dress rang a bell and we all went inside the building.
The classroom was nice. My chair didnāt squeak and the wood looked strong enough not to break under me, which was already better than my last school.
āGood morning, kids,ā said the lady with the dark dress. āIām Miss Juniper, and I will be your homeroom teacher for the next three years. So letās get along and do our best.ā
Miss Juniper started talking and talking about how important education was, and how knowledge was the greatest weapon we could carry, and how it would help us build our futures and blah blah blah.
I was half listening and half asleep when something hit me on the forehead.
I looked down. It was a piece of paper, crumpled into a small ball.
I glanced around the room to see who had thrown it, but I couldnāt find the culprit. Slowly, I opened the paper.
Inside were the words I had already expected.
āUgly green monster.ā
Well, that was quick.
I knew someone would pick on me eventually. Even after all this time, I was still the ānew kid,ā and if all these people had known each other since birth, it wasnāt strange that they would leave me out.
From that moment on I stayed alert.
I knew someone was trying to get a reaction out of me, and I wasnāt going to give them the satisfaction.
Time passed slowly until finally it was lunchtime.
The dining hall looked like the rest of the buildingāsmall and painted that same dirty red.
I sat at the end of a long table and opened my bag. Inside were the sweet rolls my mom had packed. They were still warm, and the smell of cinnamon spread almost immediately.
Thatās when I noticed three kids walking toward me.
Two humans and a skinny troll.
āWell look at that,ā said the tallest human. āThe green thing brought snacks.ā
The troll leaned forward to look at my bag.
āDid your mom steal those from a bakery?ā he asked.
āNo,ā I said. āShe owns the bakery.ā
The other human snorted. āYeah right. Orcs donāt bake. Orcs smash things.ā
I took a bite of a roll and tried to ignore them.
That apparently annoyed them.
The tall human suddenly grabbed one of the rolls from my bag.
āHey!ā I said.
He held it up and examined it. āWhat is it? Monster food?ā
āGive it back.ā
He took a big bite.
Then he paused.
For a second he didnāt say anything.
The troll leaned closer. āWell?ā
āā¦Itās good,ā the human muttered.
The second human immediately grabbed one from the bag too.
āHey!ā I said again, louder this time.
āRelax, green boy,ā he said with his mouth full. āYou are too fat anyway so share a little with the rest of usā
I clenched my fists under the table.
Mama had said to share with my new friends.
These were definitely not my friends.
And if they tried to take another roll, they were about to find out that orcs donāt only smash things.
I pushed the troll as hard as I could, making him stumble backward and fall on his butt. One of the boys grabbed me by the ear and yanked me to the floor, while the other aimed a punch straight at my face. I tried to dodge, but he managed to land the hit. Since I was already down, I kicked him in the stomach.
We kept struggling and fighting until Miss Juniper came and pulled us apart.
She started scolding us, but I wasnāt listening. I hated this place. I hated this stupid building and these stupid people who took my sweet rolls. I hated that nobody did anything.
The rest of the kids just stared, almost in aweālike I was some kind of gladiator thrown to the lions.
I decided to skip the rest of class. The small fence surrounding the school was no match for my strength, and it was easy to jump over. After that, I just started running until I reached a hill with a big fig tree at the top.
Once I was under the cool shade of the tree, I sat down and started to sniffle.
I hated this place. I wanted to go home. I didnāt want to go to school. I hate it here. I hate it here. I hate itā
āAre you okay?ā
A small voice rang in my ears, and I immediately jumped to my feet.
At first, I thought it was the boys from school coming to make fun of me, but I didnāt recognize this person. I didnāt think I had even seen them at school before.
āWhat do you want?ā I said defensively. āIf youāre going to make fun of me, leave before I make you.ā
They just looked at me, a small twinkle in their eyes. They werenāt very tallāabout my age. Their hair was wild and uncombed, and their hands looked dirty, like they had been digging in dirt and grass.
What made it stranger was that, even though they looked like theyād been gardening, they carried a faint smell of ash.
I expected them to leave, but they didnāt. They just stood there, watching me.
āAre you hurt?ā they asked, barely above a whisper.
I didnāt want to answer. But I could taste the blood on my lip, and my ear still throbbed from the fight.
They knelt in front of me and slowly raised their hand toward my ear. I donāt know why, but I didnāt flinch. I just stood there, looking into their eyes.
They muttered somethingāand the pain disappeared.
I touched my ear instinctively. It felt completely fine. They looked quite proud of themselves.
āDo you want me to heal your lip too?ā
I couldnāt stop looking at them. Suddenly, I felt too shy to even speak.
I just nodded.
They repeated the same strange words, and the taste of blood vanished from my mouth.
After that, I just stood there, staring. I feltā¦ strange. Tingly. My heart was beating like a drum.
After a couple of minutes, I managed to ask, āAre you an angel?ā
They smiled, a faint blush on their cheeks.
āIām not. Iām human.ā
āThen how did you heal me?ā My mom always said that sometimes angels came to help warriors in distress.
āIām a sorcerer. Well, an apprenticeābut Iāll become the most powerful sorcerer in the whole world!ā they said, raising a fist into the air.
Magicā¦ It wasnāt unheard of, but it was rare. All the mages Iād ever heard of were old, with long beards and wrinkled hands.
Not like this one.
āā¦Iām Kuāru. Whatās your name?ā
āIām Y/N,ā they said with a small smile, extending their hand.
I looked at it. They quickly wiped it on their clothes, suddenly aware of how dirty it was. But I wasnāt thinking about thatāI was staring at how small their hands were. The same hands that had just healed me.
I shook it carefully, as if I might crush it if I used too much force.
They sat down next to me and started looking up at the sky.
āArenāt you supposed to be at school?ā Y/N asked.
āI am,ā I replied, a bit defensively.
I was sure they were smart enough to figure out why I wasnāt thereāwhy I was bruised and dirty when they found me.
Their stomach let out a small growl, reminding me of the sweet rolls. Wellā¦ sweet roll. I only had one left in my bag.
āAre you hungry?ā I asked, immediately feeling stupid after hearing their stomach.
āA little.ā
I didnāt hesitate. I pulled out the pastry, wrapped in a small napkin, and offered it to them.
I had never seen a sweet roll disappear so fast. They ate it in a single bite.
We talked for a while after that. Y/N complimented my motherās cooking, and I felt a sudden swell of pride.
When the sun started to set, I had to leave. On my way home, I kept thinking about how happy they looked while eating the sweet roll.
When I got home, my mother immediately started fussing over me.
āYour teacher said you disappeared in the middle of the day! And look at your clothesāyouāre filthy. Some kids told me you got into a fight!ā
She didnāt even pause for breath.
But when she saw my face, she slowed down. She knelt to my level and gently asked, āAre you okay, boy? What happened?ā
Iād take literally anything but what I was thinking about specifically this morning was like, reader and Micah cuddling. I need to give this baby all the praise in the world. Like I wanna hold their face and smush their cheeks and kiss them all over! Ugh, so cute! If you could write something like that , that would be cool please!
Micah is super touch starved but also super afraid of psychical affection (traumas of being experimented on and all that jazz)
But for you they will gladly let you touch them
They specially love to hide their face in the crook of your neck,and just smell and feel your warmth
oh shit I didnāt know you were still posting. But you wrote a post with the concept of what if a yandere doppelgƤnger switched places with the readerās abusive partner and treated the reader super good and in the end the reader chose the doppleganger. I wanted to reread it and I found it. You wrote it almost 3 years ago but I just wanted to say that I still think about that concept and your writing all these years later. Just wanted to say thanks
have a good one <3
I literally love you
You donāt understand how much I needed this
I been trying to get back to writing and I really needed some reassurance about it
Why you guys like that wet cat looking loser so much ?????
But what I am more than a jester for you people
(Also happy late Halloween)
Sfw:
They are actually pretty smart! Not over the top kinda thing but smarter than average
Likes strawberries but not strawberry flavored things. To them it feels to artificial
They ARE NOT AN INCEL to be an incel you need to hate women and they fear wellā¦most people
Owns a flip phone, they have a hard time understanding technology
Have a hobbie of photography and use an analog camera
NSFW under the cut!
NSFW
Talking about photography, they really like to take pictures of you, even if is something simple like you on a coffee shop, thatās fap material baby !
Have very sensitive nipples
Really into eating you out/giving a blowjob (likes to eat your cumā¦like a lot)
See you as some sort of deity, and even though they fantasize a lot about being WITH you can really understand it as a possibility
Like they feel dirty thinking about being with you, they see themself as probably a worm in comparison to you
(Into being something lesser than you though)
Into pet play, let them be your good boy!(gender neutral)
Idk if you may remember me but I drew a little doodle of your boy! I just want to lick Micah, I LOVE THEM!! Let them sit on my face and breastfeed me pwease.. I WANT MICAH MILK. Like please let me eat them out..
Iām probably going to draw your skrunklies later!!
I love you with my whole heart I would give you my first born child if you asked it
OF COURSE I REMEMEBR RUIUUUUUU
I have the loner art in my cƔmara roll UWU I look at it from time to time to cheer me up !!
I just revived out of nowhere and decided to set my camp in your inbox again!! (^o^)ļ¼
Now, I have to grab my pathetic mew mew again, imagine me grabbing him by that piece on the back of the neck of cats and dragging him into my arms.
I always got major Yuri DDLC vibes from him, like the type of dude to steal your things and do.. freaky things with them.
you know like the hearts that come out when a character is doing freaky stuff behind screen.. Yeah!!
I feel like thatās what he does behind closed doors.
-Sincerely, šāā¬ anon..
Welcome again anon!!! I missed youuuuu
You are more than welcome to stay in my inbox, we have snacks and hot/cold beverages!!
Now lets talk about our pathetic mew mew, if you grab them by the neck they would probably freeze like a deer in headlights because
1) you are touching them
And 2) they are not really used to physical contact
And yes, that freak has a shrine for you, toothbrushes, an apple core, underwearā¦dunno where they got it though (lock your doors dude)
Hellooo!!! Iām pretty new to your blog, a mutual of mine recommended your blog to me so here I am!! I love your posts so much Iām actually doing backflips HELLO? Itās so gooddddddddd!!
my favorites are defo Yan Loner, Shape shifter and Soldier, I want to put them all in an altoid mint box and carry them everywhere
Tada!! Itās a super raw doodle of yan loner, a limited edition squinkie size loser!!
I was tempted to draw cat ears but decided against it, he has his own merch too!! I have theses cute little bone barrettes and I would absolutely let him wear all my accessories!!
Samuel has my heart, I will gift him one of my eyes and expect him to wear it around his neck šš
WHAT THIS ???!!! A GIFT !???? A DRAWING !??!?
I been blessed by this sacred hands of yours !!!
Cool Iām gonna make him this their canon design now (if you let me of course)
They ARE DO TINY AN DCUTEEEEEEEEE
Kiss for you from all of your favs !!!!
They would be probably concerned about you taking one of your eyes out though !! (Better some of your blood on a vial so they can wear it around like a dog collar)
(Also now Iām curious who recommended my blog to you owo)
