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[ru8yx]

༘⋆🎀 RUBY’S NOTES;

𖦁ׅ ࣪ ׂ MASTERLIST ៵ 🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ ⋆;

⌗ ⊱𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞;

★ONE SHOTS;

✩ ᵕ̈ ིྀMANHWA:

♯ @⋆ ˚ ꩜ THE WEDDING

♯ @⋆ ˚ ꩜ THE WEDDING 2.

♯ @⋆ ˚ ꩜ CALE

★DRABBLES;

★HEADCANONS;

★REQUESTS;

OPENED

♯ @⋆ ˚ ꩜ @cafekitsune

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✩ ᵕ̈ ིྀ ! ♯ ❝ CUZ MY LOVE IS MINE ❞ •˙ 🦢 ⌗ ⊱

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[drunkonpink-deactivated20251206]

stop making fanfics about characters raping and sexually assaulting y/n, you are fucking disgusting people who romanticize a serious crime that happens every day to children and women

"but that's just reading dark romance" that's not a dark romance, that's just the stuff of a horrible fetish, IF YOU HAVE A RAPE FETISH, GO SEEK FOR FUCKING PSYCHIATRIST HELP!!!!!!!!!!

[ru8yx]

Hello, I hope you are well! Could you write Jeremy von Neuschwanstein headcanons about how he would treat his wife in bed? I thank the attention! ♡

JEREMY CON NEUSCHWANSTEIN X FEM!READER

(AHHH THIS IS SO BAD IM SO SO SORRY!!! I DIDNT EVEN SEE THE INBOX AND REQUEST BC TUMBLR WSS NOT ACTING RIGHTTT IM SO SO SORYY😭) ILL WRITE SOMETHING FREAKYYY DWW!! ITS JUST I NEVER WROTE SMUT SO IM TRYING TO GET THE HANG OF IT

Jeremy, a lover known for his gentleness, was someone who approached intimacy with an immense amount of care and love. Every touch and caress, no matter how gentle, bore the hallmarks of his affection. Even hours after his touch, the recipient of his love would still feel the lingering traces of his presence on their skin, a reminder of the purity and tenderness shared between the two.

On the eve of their first night together, Jeremy left no detail overlooked. The room was lit by flickering candlelight, casting a warm, soft glow across the surroundings. The giant bed was adorned with a plentiful arrangement of pillows, creating a cozy and comfortable nest for the two to share. The moonlight streaming through the windows glinted off the silky sheets, adding an extra touch of romance and sensuality to the atmosphere.

On this night, which marked their first time being intimate together, Jeremy's tenderness was amplified, as he gently wiped away tears from your eyes. He reveled in the sight of your cheeks flushing under the soft glow of the moonlight, and between soft kisses placed beneath your eyes, he murmured sweet words of reassurance and affection.

Night after night, Jeremy's gentleness persisted, as if he were constantly wary of causing you any harm. Despite your entreaties and reassurances, he would often shake his head, reluctant to be anything but tender. However, when you seize control and surprise him by pulling him onto the bed, causing him to sink back against the mattress, his wide green eyes are a mix of surprise and desire. His cheeks flush with a soft shade of red as he gazes up at you, watching you smile down at him.

Thats when you awken the sleeping lion!!! Your touch drived him crazy, each second he whished for more, more and more, he wished for your fingers to stop teasing him, for your gentle touch to turn into something much rougher, faster. Yet, you slowly dragged your hand againts his ’V’ line, fingers brushing againts his manhood as you giggled, normally, he would glow under your smilinh face, lips forming into a smile as you enjoyed yourself, but now?.. Oh he couldnt stand it...

Of course he will let you enjoy yourself, beliving to have the power over him in the bedroom, even though he sees you and himself as equals, outside of the bedroom or not, he cannot endure more of your teasing touches, breathy giggles and those Beautiful sparkling eyes of yours that glowed in the moonlights kiss, and so he brought his hand up to your cheek, gently rubbing the skin with his thumb, as he enjoyed in your warmth for a second or two, before he gently brought your face to his as he kissed you.

He made sure sometime passed before his kiss turned more passionate, tilting his head to the side as he felt your chest quickly rise up and down, and just with a single move, he flipped you over, eyes enjoying the suprised look on your face as he pulled away, eyes wide with bliss and confusion, lips puffy and lipstick stains visible on the conors of your lips, chest rising up and down.

Such beauty of an angel no one has ever seen before as he wrapped your thighs around his face, hand reaching to grab the plush of your thighs, gently bringing the nightgown up as he watched your every expression of pure bliss.

[ru8yx]

Rezef Hill x Cayena’s lady-in-waiting reader 😼

OOO~ 😉 HES SO XJHXHXHDHD (IM NOT DOWN BAD ISTG)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: obsessive rezef, betrayal, no happy for u🙏, badly written, manipulation

𝐑𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐑𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐅’𝐒 golden blond hair, almost identical to his sister's, contrasted against his penetrating blue eyes, their dark depths holding a captivating allure. His hair was short and wavy, with several thin strands rebelliously sticking out, giving him a boyish charm that only added to his appeal.

His angelic allure was undeniable. His striking features, coupled with an innate awareness of his own attractiveness, made him a magnet for noble ladies, who found themselves drawn to his handsome visage. Rezef was conscious of this effect he had on them, and he exploited it to his advantage, skillfully manipulating those who fell for his appearance.

Rezef's upbringing was marked by a profound deprivation of love and affection, leading him down a path of moral degradation. Though he possessed an angelic exterior and a striking handsome face, his heart harbored a dark and twisted soul.

Contrasting with his charming appearance, Rezef's cruel disposition knew no bounds. He was a man consumed by possessiveness and an insatiable thirst for power, a result of his father's relentless warnings that everything he held dear could be snatched away in an instant if he didn't possess authority and control. As a result, he grew into an irritable and vindictive individual, quick to anger when someone attempted.

Then, his gaze fell upon a lady in waiting who served his dear sister, not the woman herself, but the position she held. This lady was the sole daughter of a high-ranking noble, the heir to her family's fortune and reputation.

A sinister idea formed in his twisted mind, and a sly smile played on his lips. He could make her his toy, a puppet for his own entertainment, to be played with at his whim. After all, who could deny the prince's desires?

Thus, his grand performance began. Whenever he caught a glimpse of her, he assumed the role of the charming prince, concerned with the welfare of his subjects. His excuse for showering her with gowns was that he desired the happiness of his people. He would conveniently appear whenever she faced adversity, playing the part of her prince charming.

However, despite his charming demeanor, his true nature remained masked to others. He found himself unable to win her heart, for she saw through his cunning facade and recognized the manipulative individual that lurked beneath.

In their game of pretense, she continued to praise him, viewing him as a charming and good-hearted prince. Perhaps she felt a sense of pity for him, knowing the abuse he suffered in his upbringing. But despite this pity, she did not love him.

For how could such a vile monster ever stir any affection within her heart? He had shattered innocent lives and harmed those who mattered dearly to her, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

Months had elapsed since their initial encounter, and the former lady-in-waiting had progressed into the privileged position of being Prince Rezef’s treasured beloved. Lavished with golden jewelry and an array of gowns in every shade, she basked in the adoration and praises of the people, all because she had the ability to tame him.

Prince Rezef himself had started to seek out her warm touch, finding solace in her eyes that glimmered even in the dark, and her voice that brought a soothing melody to his ears. However, it was not love that drove him to her. In his twisted perception, she was like a doll, a possession that he had no intention of discarding.

She was the only person who looked at him with a gentleness he had rarely experienced; a doll he cherished and treasured, despite his own inability to love her.

Little did Prince Rezef know of the dark secret his beloved harbored within her heart. She had made a secret deal with his own sister, swearing that she would manipulate and control him, transforming him into her puppet.

Once this plan was successfully executed, she would ascend to the throne of the emperor, while she would be rewarded with a prominent and comfortable position, one where she could live in secrecy with her actual lover.

❛ such an deal I cannot refuse, I, [name] the sole heir of the [xxxxxx] family, accept you, Cayena Hill, as our future emperor ❜

❛ Lady [name], I thank you for the support, and as promised, you and Lord [xxx] shall be granded the positions of Duke and Duchess ❜

She artfully deceived him, making him believe that he was her first love, her first in everything. She convinced him that she regarded him as an angel and pledged her unwavering loyalty by his side, promising to aid him in becoming an emperor, and earn the adoration and support of the entire empire.

And yet the day never came

❛ Lady [name] or now Duchess [name] and her highness, Cayena hill were the only ones that held his heart, and the only ones who broke it, working together to take what is rightfully Princess’es Cayena’s. And will forever be rememberd as the Marionettes of broken strings❜ she read out loud, her voice a humming melody as the words danced off her tongue, all while rezef who promised to study with her simply raised an eyebrow

❛ how strange, they share many similar traits as you and sister, the only difference is that you would never betray me like that ❜

❛ no.. I suppose ..I would not... ❜

[yuriisclumsy]

Cale Hentuese stood as an embodiment of contradiction - a person who embraced responsibility almost as a means to avoid it entirely. He struggled with expressing his true emotions directly, masking his deep concern and love for those close to him. Though his words might hint at his affection, when confronted, he found it impossible to deny his genuine feelings. This dichotomy created a compelling and intriguing facade, revealing a complex inner turmoil that added depth to his behavior and interactions.

Cale's words were carefully chosen, like a masterfully crafted symphony that hinted at his true emotions. With every thoughtful phrase and articulated sentence, he revealed brief glimpses of his love for you. His words revealed a depth of affection and tenderness that he harbored within. Every gentle touch and calculated move mirrored his desire to be flawless in your eyes, for he strove to be the best version of himself just for you.

Cale's eyes, unlike his guarded words, betrayed his innermost thoughts and feelings. Despite his attempts to distance himself, everyone who observed him closely could discern the true depths of his affection for you. In his gaze, there was a burning desire to grow and experience life with you, to stand by your side in both good times and bad. Yet, a persistent sense of unworthiness plagued him. He believed himself to be unworthy of your affection, for he perceived himself as a flawed individual, ill-suited to be in the presence of someone so perfect. He struggled to stay away, but the love he had for you held him captive

ASHHH HES MY CUTIE PATOOTIE (ILHSM) IM SO SORRY IF ITS BADLY WRITTEN BUT IT WAS IN MY HEAD FOR A LONG TIME SO I HAD TO GET IT OUT SOMEHOWWW😭 ALSO UR WRITTING?!?! SO GOOD :DDD

aka @ru8yx 🤭

AYO? WHAT IS THIS??????

Excuse me, ma'mz. Why is this so good? How? Why? When? Where?

And, please, don't compliment my writing, it feeds my egoooooooooo. (but like....you can if you want👉👈).

Also, why are you guys so good at giving ideas????? Like, I have a few request that are scratching my imagination in all the right places.

[ru8yx]

MWAH💕 IT WAS JUST A RANDOM THOUGHT SINCE ITS ALMOST 2 AM!!! AND UR WRITING IS SO ):&:!;$:$JDKDJDJD IM OK!!! LIKE MY BEAUTIFUL RED HAIRED KING IS SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN ?! AND UR CHOICE OF WORDS?! LIKE HELLOOO SO GOOD‼️ LIKE TEACH ME🙏

[yuriisclumsy]

I'm so excited that more people started taking cale request!!!✧\(>o<)ﾉ✧

Anyway hiii! Can I have an enemy to lovers with cale henituse and fem.reader idk something cliche like a dance scene or one gets protective of the other or maybe a cute "oh shit I'm actually in love moment"

Sorry I'm bursting with ideas rn.~

Love's Dance

Part 1 (You are here) | Part 2 (coming soon!)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2,729

Authors note: You ask, and I shall deliver. PS. why did you give me such a good idea? like, I'm at 5k word for the overall thing, and I am not even done yet... (send help)

The streets of Roan Kingdom's Capital were bustling like usual. The vendors selling their goods, children running around carelessly, mothers screaming at them to not get dirty, and the usual underground activity Arm did. 

I strolled through these streets, thinking of nothing and relaxing ‘til I get another mission. 

“That reminds me…Arm has been quiet as of late. Sigh…they are up to no good…” I spoke to no one in particular, walking back to the Quiet Isle lodge. 

Quiet Isle is an inn in an area a little off the center of the Capital. I stayed there for the past three weeks after finishing my last mission. The price to stay is cheap, while still being comfortable. It has comfortable rooms, a clear view, free breakfast, and most importantly, it wasn’t noisy at all! Bonus points for the innkeepers, as they have been nothing but sweethearts.  

All-in-all, a good Inn if you’re looking to get your coins worth. 

I went through the inn’s doors, a sweet aroma of lavender hitting my nostrils as I neared the front desk.  

The Innkeepers were an old couple, and the misses genuinely enjoyed the smell of lavender. That is why, as you walk through the inn, you’ll be met with an influx of light purples from the flowers. 

Reaching the desk, I was greeted by a senior woman whose smile could cure all kinds of child injuries. 

“Oh! Why if it is the youth I’m all too familiar with!” The old granny said, delighted to see me. 

 “Greetings, Granny Fes,” I vowed curtly with a small smile. “Have there been any new guests at the inn?” I asked as she extended her hand to give me a piece of candy. 

Receiving the small candy, I offered a small ‘thank you.’ She said a quick ‘You’re welcome!’ before responding to my question. “Yes, yes! I welcomed a few new guests shortly after you left this morning for a stroll!” she excitedly told me. 

“Two of the five I welcomed are a couple expecting a child! Isn't that exciting? Ouu, to be young again…” 

“Oh, please. I say you are still quite young!” I say to get her head out of that cloud. 

“Fufufu, you are too kind [Name].” Granny Fes pinched my cheek as she got a bit flustered. “I believe one day you’ll meet a handsome young man that is suited just for you.” She added. 

I blushed a little, “Oh no, I don’t think that will happen…” I pause for a second. “Do you really think I’ll get lucky enough to have that...?” I asked, not believing I would get someone special to spend my days with. 

“Don’t give me that!” Granny Fes yelled, as if scolding one of her own. “You are beautiful! Which man wouldn't dream of having a wife such as yourself!?” 

All I could do was smile in response. This is how I want things to always go. Living in a peaceful area, sharing memories with people I meet along the way, even starting a family. Arm is nowhere near that picture. And it will never be. 

But alas. Good things always end. 

“Ah! That reminds me. [Name],” she called my name and handed me an envelope, “You received mail from a young lad. He said it was urgent.”  

Looking at the envelope as Granny Fes left to continue her job, I had an ominous feeling, yet I couldn’t pinpoint what it was.  

I turned it around only to see Arm’s seal stamped on it. Arm only sends letters if it is an important mission, and based on the color of the seal, it is of utmost importance.  

I am already not liking this I thought, refusing to open the letter. Maybe if I were to pretend its existence was nothing but a useless paper, it would disappear. But alas, I needed to open the envelope. With worry present in my face I opened it with the seal. Inside was a letter addressing Agent White Gold.  

That code name. It is the thing I despised most in this world. 

To Agent White Gold, 

Play time is up, White Gold. You have been assigned a mission in the Henituse Territory. We have discovered the traces of the leader of the organization known as ‘True Arm.’ Your mission is to go there and find out who the leader of the organization is, dead or alive. It is your choice which one you pick.  

A carriage will come to pick you up at sunrise, so don’t miss it.  

Once you arrive at your destination one of our men will greet you and guide you to your resting location and hand you an envelope. Inside, you will find descriptions of the one we are looking for, alongside a list of individuals that we found to match the description of our target. 

Remember, Agent, we are counting on your success. 

Don’t disappoint us, 

Arm 

Dammit… The moment I receive some peace after working for them like a slave…! I angrily store the letter to shreds, as if it were them instead of the letter. All I wanted was to disappear from the eyes of those bastards. They took me from my home, changed me to fit in an identity they made…they just can’t leave me alone, can they? 

 

I wanted to say no. To be able to run away to a far corner of the world so they would never be able to find me. But it is impossible. No one leaves. Rather, they die. Dying was the only way out. 

Yet, I want to live. 

I looked at Granny Fes as she talked with a few guests that were checking out. At that moment I knew that if I tried to escape, they would get everyone I was surrounded by. She doesn't deserve that. Neither does her husband, or her children and grandchildren. 

It is best I comply. 

“Sigh…Once you're in, there is no escaping their grasp…”  

The sky was tainted in hues of blues, purples, and oranges. The sun was rising from the nap it took, and fully ready to greet us. 

A carriage arrived early at the Quiet Isle Inn. Inside stood Granny Fes and Gramps Liy right next to me. Their eyes expressed sadness when looking at me. 

“Why so sad?” I asked the couple. 

“Oh, it’s just…it’s just that we’re both sad you’re leaving so soon.” Granny Fes confessed. Her husband, a bit more stubborn, only scuffed. Granny Fes elbowed him hard with a smile still shooting at me, gaining a small scowl from Gramps Liy. 

“AGHEM,” he raised one hand to fake a cough, “I guess you will be missed.” 

I laugh at his antics. Deep down he cares, he just has an unconventional way of expressing his feelings. 

“I’ll miss the two of you.” I looked at them with a small hinge of sadness but kept a smile to reassure them. I looked outside to see the coachman wave his hand signaling that he was ready for departure. “It seems I must go,” I turned to them, “see you later?” 

“Yes, yes. Goodbye little lady.” Gramps Liy ‘shud’ me to the carriage as he and his wife stared at me opening the door of the carriage. 

“Farewell, sweetheart. Make sure to take good care of yourself. And remember to look out for good lads while you’re traveling!” Granny Fes nagged me like I was about to never come back. Although, she was right about that. I don’t think I will be able to come back if I want to protect them. 

I laughed and said a small ‘I will!’ as I climbed into the carriage. Closing the door the carriage started moving. I waved to the couple one last time before I could not see them anymore. 

Sighting, I took out the map I packed. Looking at my destination, it was a few days from the capital. “This is going to be a loong trip…” I commented, making myself comfortable for the journey ahead. 

I hope I get this mission done quickly, so I can get another vacation from Arm. I looked up at the ceiling. I mean…how hard could it be to find this ‘leader’ anyways? 

… 

An old butler walks dutifully around the state halls. In hand, he holds a tray with a fancy tea set with a steel dome keeping the food inside warm; its aroma could be smelled by the passing housekeepers with wet laundry. 

The butler knocked at a door, he did not have to wait long, as he got an immediate response from the person inside. Opening the door he says his greetings. 

“Good morning, young master. I brought breakfast along with your favorite drink.” He says as he places down the tray on the table close to the window. 

“Ah, thank you, Ron.” A male voice thanked the butler. 

“It is my pleasure, young master Cale.” The butler, Ron, bowed. 

The man, who is now identified as Cale, sat down on the table to enjoy his breakfast. 

“Young master, if I may…” Ron waited for permission to continue speaking. 

“*Sight* Just spit it out.” Cale said in an uninterested voice. This is another one of his tangents. Drinking the lemonade that Ron made as he thinks of Ron’s earlier endeavors. 

Ron smiled, “I have detected Arm activity within the city.” 

“PFF–” spilling all the lemonade on the cup, he looked at Ron with widened eyes.

What is Arm doing here?! They have more pressing issues to deal with! Like, figuring out who Real Arm is! Cale’s thought went haywire.

 

Ron took his handkerchief out and gave it to Cale to use. 

“What do you mean there is Arm activity in the city? Is it more bombs?” He asked while using the cloth given to him to clean the mess he made. 

He shook his head, “no, at least not yet. I have seen them snoop around the city for information. It would seem we left them a small lead.” 

“Not good…” 

“If you’d prefer, young master, I could go rabbit hunting.” 

Looking at Ron with a drop of sweat evident in his forehead, he reluctantly answered. “...do whatever you want.”  

“Hehe. Then I will take my leave.” He bowed before leaving the room without making a sound. 

Scary old man. He looked outside pouring more lemonade in his cup. It’s not a good sign if Arm is here. I need to prepare in case they strike. 

… 

“Hey, wake up! We’re almost there!” 

“WHAT? HUH–huh?” I got up from my seat at lightning speed, looking around in a daze. As I scoot closer to the window, I see the giant walls looming overhead. On top of one of the towers built in the wall was a flag. It was the Henituse’s family crest imprinted on it.  

I’m already in the Henituse territory! 

Getting closer at the entrance door of the city, the carriage stopped, as they had to do a check before letting anyone in. 

“Execute me, m’lady. May I have your identification paper?” A soldier asked me. 

Security check? When I traveled to other places, they didn’t ask for my identification but the coachman’s. 

I handed him the paper without complaint, receiving it right after he checked that everything was good. The other soldiers gave him a thumbs up after checking the carriage and the coachman. Without further interruption they let us through, wishing us a happy stay. 

“That was…something.” 

The coach man dropped me off at a tavern near the city square. Going upstairs to the second floor of the establishment, I sat down at a table near the edge of the balcony. Waiting for the man that was supposed to give me the information mentioned in the letter I looked out into the streets, I could see the liveliness of the people.  

They were too lively in my opinion. 

Hearing footsteps approaching my table I diverted my attention to them. I was greeted with a man wearing a hat with fancy clothing. 

“Hello, m’lady,” the man greeted by taking his hat off and vowing curtly. 

Didn’t know Arm also had rich allies. I thought, seeing the man's mannerisms. 

“Good evening,” I vowed slightly, “are you the one mentioned in the letter?” 

“Eager now, are we?” He sat down in front of me with a smug smile. He placed his hat down before taking out an envelope. He slid it across the table. As I grabbed it, I took out its content.  

It was a list of suspects. They all had red hair and were male. And that was it. No underground activities, no records, nothing. 

“That’s…it?”  

This is the only information they managed to find…seriously? I thought. Was someone able to sneak past Arm’s noses? How is that even possible? 

“Unfortunately, it is.” 

“Ha...!” I laughed at the absurdity of the situation. I looked up at the man after reviewing the list of suspects.  

“This is the only description we managed to find,” the smile on his face dropped into a frown, “only at the low cost of our scouts: a single spy was able to escape long enough to hide a piece of paper in a tree trunk…” he said. 

“....” I looked down at the list.  

To be able to kill all of our scouts…this is no meek foe. Just thinking of how strong they are sends shivers down my spine…  

“I have arranged a small room at an Inn close by here. I have left some equipment at your disposal. The location is on one of the papers in the envelope.” The man stood up and put his hat on, adjusting his suit a little before looking at me.  

“If you need anything else, I left a card at your place with instructions as to how you can contact me. Remember I’m at your service m’lady, Tata! ~” 

“I will keep that in mind.” 

Watching as he disappeared behind the doors of the second floor, I decided to order something to eat before heading to my fixed place. 

…

 

“…a festival?” Cale looked at the flier given to him. 

“That’s right,” Count Deruth, Cale’s father, said nonchalantly, “the festival will brighten the people's moods, as well as show that we are financially good.” 

Politics…. 

! 

“Wait, here it says the ‘Henituse’s’ are attending…I don’t have to attend…right?” 

Deruth raised an eyebrow in question. “You don’t have to go.” 

“...” 

I must go. *Sight* My well-deserved rest has been postponed once again… can’t I catch a break for once? 

“On that note, I have reserved a spot on the city square where we will be presiding during the time,” he said as Cale gave him back the paper.  

“You don’t have to talk–or better said–you don’t have to even move. Just sitting there is enough.” 

Cale smiled at this I don’t have to move? Seems perfect to me! 

“I’ll be attending in that case.” 

“The festival will start in a few days. Be ready.” 

Cale exited his father’s study, walking back to his room. 

I need to tell Ron about this. It’ll be no surprise if Arm takes advantage of the festival. There stands a man with black hair waiting outside Cale’s room for him to come. 

“!” 

“Young master Cale!” The man runs towards him with puppy-like energy. 

“Hans, is there something you need?” Cale asked. 

“I heard from Ron that there have been suspicious activities happening in the city. So, I came to ask for permission to investigate.” Hans explained. 

Cale hummed. Strange. Usually, you would do these types of things without letting me know. Perhaps he thinks this is a bit dangerous and if he doesn't return, we know where to look? 

“You can do as you please, no need to ask for my permission.” 

“I see…thank you young master,” Hans vowed, “I will report back immediately once I find anything!” As he said that, he began to leave. 

“Oh, and, Hans?” Cale spoke before he could fully leave. 

“Yes, Cale?” 

“If you find anything, make sure to report first. Don’t go around making havoc, got it?” Cale instructed. 

“...yes” Hans responded with a bit of thinking, knowing it was the best decision. 

Let’s see what they have in store for us. Cale entered his room, he’ll laze around until the festival actually begins. What a bother… 

… 

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[ru8yx]

Secret lady Crown Prince Eshawr x reader? I don’t mind what kind of format you put it in.

CROWN PRINCE ESHAWR X READER!!

From the moment of her birth, her life had been predestined as a plaything for her family, and they bestowed upon her a name as sweet as the gentlest flowers and as passionately fiery as the wind.

As the first daughter of the Duke, every aspect of her future had been meticulously planned, shaped by the heavy weight of the family's expectations and ambitions.

Fate had woven a path she had little choice but to follow, each step leading her deeper into the intricate web of the ducal machinations.

Their destinies intertwined like a bittersweet thread, woven by the intricate hand of fate. The Crown Prince, with golden locks that danced in the sunlight and eyes the hue of molten gold, was her predestined match, chosen to be her future husband.

Under the watchful gaze of their families, she too was caught in the trap, as they bowed in introduction, their lives now inexorably linked by the constraints of their assigned roles. Like flies entrapped in a spider's web, their path forward was laid out before them, with no escape in sight.

She had endured a lifetime of lessons, honed to be the perfect future Empress, leaving no room for errors.

Her every waking moment was spent striving for flawlessness under the relentless scrutiny of demanding nobility. Everywhere she went, their greedy eyes tracked her every move, waiting to pounce at the slightest imperfection.

Despite the suffocating weight of expectations and the omnipresent gaze, she stood tall, unyielding in her regal bearing. She would always bear the title of Crown Princess, a symbol of both her lineage and the burden of her role in the tumultuous world of imperial politics.

Eshawr, the beloved Crown Prince, was exalted as the very life force of the empire, lavished with praise for simply existing.

To her, however, he was much more than that—he was her devoted husband, whose playful banter and steadfast presence provided both comfort and joy.

Despite the looming threat of his family's curse, which claimed the lives of partners of the royal family in tragic manners, Eshawr remained vigilant, standing guard through numerous sleepless nights to protect the one whom he had sworn to spend his life with.

Fate, though relentless, couldn’t dampen the love that burned within their entwined hearts.

The nobles painted a vivid picture of their love, likening it to a fairytale, with the princess embodying grace and beauty while the prince was the dashing savior protecting her from the ills of the world.

However, beneath the surface, cracks began to form, threatening to shatter the perfect facade. Problems emerged, revealing that nothing in life was ever truly flawless, reminding them that even the most enchanting fairytales could have unexpected twists and turns in the narrative of their love story.

She was known for her iron grip, unwavering and stoic, allowing no weakness or emotion to sully her image as the Crown Princess.

The nickname "Iron Grip Rose" had been bestowed upon her, symbolizing her unwavering strength and resilience.

She had endured countless trials without ever letting on the pain and suffering that gnawed at her from within. However, the tragic death of her beloved husband, the Crown Prince, left her broken and vulnerable, shattering the impenetrable façade she had nurtured so fiercely.

Plagued by the torment of losing her beloved husband, the woman spiraled into madness, descending deeper into despair with each passing day.

She refused to eat or drink, her body becoming frail and her once radiant eyes turning lifeless and dull. Driven to the brink, she pulled at her hair, howling like a wounded beast, feeling the weight of isolation and desolation, her heart shattered beyond repair.

The absence of her husband had torn away the light that illuminated her world, leaving only the suffocating darkness to consume her.

The whispers of the maids echoed in the grand halls, lamenting the transformation of the once-beloved princess into a tormented wraith.

They spoke of how sorrow had drained her vibrancy, how she appeared so lifeless and pain-stricken, murmuring unintelligible words as she rocked back and forth.

And all the while, her gaze remained fixated on a portrait of her and her beloved late husband, a time when they radiated in power and beauty, before fate wrenched his life away.

The descent into insanity reached its pinnacle as she vented her anguish on her surroundings, smashing even the most fragile of vases and leaving her hand bloodied from the shattered shards.

As tears streamed down her face, she saw her deceased husband before her, his teasing smile still haunting her. In her delusion, he beckoned to her from the balcony, his tall figure standing against the backdrop of the sky.

In a moment of desperation and despair, she gripped her dress and lunged toward him, only to be met with a fatal fall from her chamber’s window

❝ they say, if you stand underneath the balcony of princess [name] you could still hear her cries and screams of pain❞

HII THX SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING 🫶hope u enjoyed , (hope its not badly written ) and no happiness 💕🎀

[ru8yx]

Bad writing🤨? Put some respect of your name gurlll 😭!!! Your writing is fire as always and I could never be disappointed 😔💖 Tysm for the Nora Drabble 🗣️🗣️🗣️💕💕

AWHH THANK U SM HONEYYY💕 I HATE TO DISAPPOINT BUT IM NOT A GOOD WRITER😭(lets pretend like u never saw my writing) ITS ALL OUT OF THE PLACE-😭

AND OFFC<33 WHATEVER U GUYS WISH FOR ME TO WRITE ILL TRY TO WRITEE

[ru8yx]

Your Jermey headcanons were so good, could we get some for Nora 🥹??

NORA VON NÜRNBERGER X READER

Nora's lips would curve into a dreamy smile at the mere mention of your name, as though the very sound of it held the power to ignite a flame within his heart.

Whenever his gaze would find you, his eyes seemed to light up with the warmth of affection, and his love-struck smile would widen naturally.

Each instance of you walking past him, or even just the sight of your genuine smile in his direction, would spark a wave of joy and contentment within him.

Nora cherished the hope that your relationship would never mirror the loveless and dutiful bond his parents shared.

He yearned for a love that transcended obligation, one that would bring not just duty but genuine affection and warmth into your hearts.

His quest to make you fall in love with him repeatedly not only ignited a spark in your eyes but also served as a testament to the unwavering commitment he held for you.

He dreamed of a future where the ring on your finger wouldn’t just symbolize responsibility but would be a tangible symbol of the deep and passionate love you shared.

Nora relished the tranquil moments spent in the garden with you, where the soft chatter of your words filled the air and left a joyful smile upon your lips.

As he sat across from you, his gaze remained fixated on your every feature—the way strands of your hair caught the sunlight, your eyes dancing with happiness, and the way your clothes perfectly complimented your angelic aura.

Each detail was etched into his memory, and he found contentment in observing the picture of you painted before him as if you were an angelic vision sent directly from the heavens just for him.

Whenever Nora engaged in training, he diligently kept a watchful eye for your presence, cherishing any opportunity to impress and entertain you.

When he was particularly playful, he would delight in flexing his muscles and showcasing his agility with weapons.

With a flick of his wrist, he would lift the hem of his shirt, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his toned abs, before wiping away the sweat from his forehead and tossing you a mischievous smirk.

His actions were a dance of prowess, designed to captivate and enchant you while he reveled in the moment.

During those moments of respite, Nora would seize the opportunity with a sly smirk, skillfully trapping you between the embrace of his arms on the bed.

As he pressed himself close, his kisses would land on the most ticklish spots of your body, igniting a symphony of giggles and laughter that escaped your lips.

He reveled in the adorable sight of you playfully trying to push him away, your legs kicking out in a valiant attempt to escape his teasing.

However, his gaze would pause upon your face, utterly entranced by your captivating beauty before finally capturing your lips in a languid, passionate kiss.

RAHH!!! Thank u SMMM 💕💕💕AGAIN IM SORRY IF ITS BAD BC IM IN WRITING BLOCK

[ru8yx]

Your writing style is so articulate 😭 That Jermey fic made my entire week. Thank you so much for it 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🌸💕💖💕💖💕🌸🌸🌸 I can’t believe you wrote that in masterpiece 20 minutes. I speechless lowkey 🗣️😭💕💕

AWHHH THANK YOU SM SWEETY<333💕💕💕 IM NOT A PRO WRITER SO THAT MEANS SO MUCH TO MEE 😭😭

[ru8yx]

Jeremy from A Stepmother’s Märchen fluff headcanons please 💕

JEREMY VON NEUSCHWANSTEIN X READER

Jeremy, bound by the unbreakable ties of unwavering loyalty, stood beside you like a steadfast sentinel, ready to come to your defense at a moment's notice.

Scandal, gossip, or accusations held no sway over him, as his devotion to you remained unshakeable.

No matter the situation or the challenges that arose, Jeremy would be your first line of defense, unyielding and resolute in his allegiance.

When Jeremy falls for someone, his heart is consumed by an eternal devotion.

He believes that you truly deserve the world, even if your desires may seem peculiar. Your words, no matter how outlandish, become a melody of beauty to his ears.

Even if your affections may be elsewhere, his love remains unwavering.

He fervently prays for your happiness, knowing that genuine love is about selflessness, and he finds contentment in serving as your guide and supporter, no matter who your heart may ultimately choose.

Jeremy, devoted to your safety and honor, will fiercely defend you against any noble, regardless of their status.

Should even the slightest suggestion of misconduct arise, he would not hesitate to unsheathe his sword in retaliation.

The noble offender would not only face a battle against steel but also a public humiliation, as Jeremy would ensure that the offender's transgressions are exposed for all to see.

Jeremy's protective nature and unwavering loyalty ensure that no harm shall come your way, and he will fiercely guard your safety at all costs.

Jeremy, upon glimpsing you, would instantly push aside any sense of exhaustion. He would rush to your side, his gaze filled with tender affection and curiosity.

Gently lifting your hand, he would bring your knucklesto his lips, all that while maintaining a warm and intimate gaze.

His eyes would speak volumes of admiration and devotion, their intensity mirrored in the slight tremble of his lips as he bestowed a gentle kiss upon your hand.

In that moment, time would stand still as he savored the connection and inquired about the details of your day.

Jeremy would pay meticulous attention to every facet of your being, taking notice of even the smallest details.

He would present you with exquisite jewelry that reflected his own features, adorned in the same shades of verdant green and golden hues.

With these gifts, he aimed to silently proclaim to both you and the other nobles that he held a special place in your heart.

He envisioned himself as your devoted partner, the one who would greet you with a smile each morning, offer solace in times of sorrow, and stand steadfastly by your side as your adoring husband.

Jeremy longed for the sight of you and his family bonding as one, sharing moments of genuine happiness and laughter.

The thought of you forming a relationship with his younger siblings and stepmother filled him with joy, for they held a special place in his heart. He envisioned you all coming together as a unified family, cherishing each other's company and support.

Though his presence may not always be guaranteed, he yearned to see you continue to lean on one another in his absence, creating a tight-knit and loving family bond.

|❝ im sorry if it wasnt what u wanted!!! I took me 20 mins to write it since i was in a hurry😭❞

[ru8yx]

🎐 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗨𝗦𝗘;

𝗢𝗢𝗢. ▬▬▬▬ ❛ 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 kissing cale restlessly, his lips brushing againt’s yours, so ruthlessly, yet so addicting. ❜

❛ the taste of the lemon tea, still bitter in his mouth, made your lips taste so much sweeter than before, making him want to taste you even more, oh so badly. ❜

❛ his slander fingers brushing againts your waist, occasionally squeezing it, just to see your reactions as his hand went under your shirt ❜

❛ 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗲 who lets out almost silent groans as you taste so divine, he wished for this moment to last forever, where you and him enjoyed each others company, after a long and stressful day ❜

❛ perhaps that wont be the only thing you

enjoyed ;) ❜

[ru8yx]

🎐 𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞;

𝗢𝗢𝟭. ▬▬▬▬ ❛ i do not write homophobic famfics, or homophobic jokes, i do not wish to offend anyone ❜

𝗢𝗢𝟮. ▬▬▬▬ ❛ racist stuff is not allowed ❜

𝗢𝗢𝟯. ▬▬▬▬ ❛ nsfw is allowed ! but i wont write for anything 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 ❜

𝟬𝟬𝟰. ▬▬▬▬ ❛ no incest!!! its a not normal topic, in which im uncomfortable to even think off ❜

𝟬𝟬𝟱. ▬▬▬▬ ❛ please request what kind of theme do you want for a character (ex. fluffy, smutty, sad) ❜

𝟬𝟬𝟲. ▬▬▬▬ ❛ i write for (ex. female x female, male x male, female x male) so if that makes you uncomfortable, please leave my blog ❜

𝟬𝟬𝟳. ▬▬▬▬ ❛ i write for (ex. female x female, male x male, female x male) so if that makes you uncomfortable, please leave my blog ❜

[ru8yx]

Hello . Do you write for yandere too ?

Mhm!!!💕 i write for almost everything!! Expect (r*ape, transphobic and stuff like that!!!) and every gender:D

[ru8yx]

Hi.i hope you're doing great .im not sure if you're taking request but would you please do the wedding scenario with clerivan pellet , gallahan lambardy (both are from i shall master this family) ,and kenneth esbande (miss not so sidekick)? Thank you

✩ ᵕ̈ ིྀ ! ♯ ❝ THE WEDDING; ❞ •˙ 🦢 ⌗ ⊱

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AWHH THANK YOU MY DEAR🫶🏻 im doing good!! And im taking requests ofc!!! I only did galla and clerivan bc i forgot about kenneth personality ( i didnt want to make him too occ) even though galla and clerivan are occ!!😭💕

🫧GALLAHAN LOMBARDY;

˖⋆࿐໋ ⋆ GALLAHAN as the lombardy would of course could have an Beautiful big wedding, since the lombardy sometimes love to show off their powers, but him personally, he would have a wedding where only his and yours families are there.

He would create many drawings of wedding gowns that would compliment your skintone ,and body! And of course the ones you feel comfortable, and would be overjoyed if you choose one of his gowns to wear.

His green eyes could only watch as you made your way twords him, looking so beautiful under the sunlight that shined from the windows, [e/c] eyes looking at his as he felt nervous, what if something goes wrong? What if hes a bad husband? What if you dont want to be with him anymore?

He felt nervous, how could you, an Beautiful and smart person love someone like him? The youngest son of the family, he believed you deserved better than what he can give you

(which is a lot since hes the richest person in the empire😭)

Tia would have a proud smile on her face as some hot tears slid down her cheeks, finally, her father had an happy ending with a person he loved the most, someone even Tia considered close to her heart.

🫧CLERIVAN PELLET;

˖⋆࿐໋ ⋆CLERIVAN as the assistant of the head of the Lombardy family, had a lot of money and respect, since of course. Who wouldnt give respect to the right hand man of Lord Lombardy, even if clerivan was born out of wed lock.

He would have a serious look on his face, waiting for you, someone who he didnt believe could make him love, to respect another in sucj ways, but the love from you, changed him into something better.

He fixed his glasses, his long blonde hair was tied in a low ponytail just how you liked it, he wore your favorite colour, everything was how you liked it. Since of course it was your special day too, and everything had to be perfect to you, if not... Well poor servants who helped to achieve this..

His blue eyes widen for a split second, watching as you made your way twords him, looking away from him for a moment as he lifted the vail, whispering how alluring you look, with such a fond and soft look on his face that left you in shock.

He could now proudly call you his spouse, the only one who could make his face go red, mind and body crazy with a simple smile directed to him.. Gods.. He was fallen hard..

[ru8yx]

✩ ᵕ̈ ིྀ ! ♯ ❝ THE WEDDING; ❞ •˙ 🦢 ⌗ ⊱

⋆⋅ ━━━━ ‧ ❞ ‧ ━━━━

🫧REGIS FLOYEN:

˖⋆࿐໋ ⋆REGIS WOULD want a wedding where your happy, if you wished for a small wedding, no problem, he would invite only those closes to him and you, if you wished for a big wedding, many nobles would come, after all who wouldnt want to see the glimpse of the new Duchess in a pretty dress?

He would make sure everything shall be perfect for you, after all, he would do anything in his power to see you smiling with him. To feel the happiness you once had in your marrige before everything turned upside down.

Even if he saw you once before, in the same lovley dress, the same smile, the teary Beautiful eyes looking at his blue ones that were widen once again, cheeks dusted pink as he watched his now once again wife make her way twords him.

He held your hand, delicately as he could not look away from you, kissing away your tears as the pope read the vows, his eyes too began to fill with tears, a few drops fell onto the floor as many nobles gasped at such scene. The cold duke crying?! That shall be the tale for many years.

But he didnt care, how could he? When his lovely partner was once again in his arms, after all the pain, he promised himself that he wont ever let something happen to you.

🫧CLAUDE DE ALGER OBELIA;

˖⋆࿐໋ ⋆CLAUDE AS AN emperor would held a grand wedding, dressed in the Imperial colours, a golden crown on his head while his red cape followed his every movement.

He designed a special crown, just for his empress, the one that shined like the moon, as he represented the sun. While in reality you were his sun, while he was the earth, if sometimes dares to happen to you, he shall slowly die, like his memories of you.

While ofcourse ATHANASIA, the now crown princess of the Obelia empire, would be all dolled up in a rosy dress, making the flowers dance along side of you as you made your way twords the pope and him.

He firmly held your hand as he watched the pope with narrow cold Diamond eyes, tapping his foot as the pope began to read faster and stuttered every once a while, under the cold gaze of the emperor.

Claude did not smile, but there was a fiant smirk on his lips as he watched your hand now hold, his wedding ring, many say that they could see for a split moment how the emperor’s jeweled eyes shined under your warmth.

🫧IZEK VAN OMERTA;

˖⋆࿐໋ ⋆IZEK WOULD marry you after the bedding was done, that is when your official wedding planning will start, now in his family name you will be rememberd as a true member, DUCHESS [NAME] VAN OMERTA.

The wedding would be on the smaller side, just close friends and family, his sister and father would of course help plan anything needed, while the closest knights may tease how the Cold duke was now smitted by you, even if they had to shut up after izek glared at them.

He would gently rub your knuckles with his thumb, not taking his eyes off you and your beauty, how you look like a true angel sent from heaven just for him, on that day, he swore to protect you from any harm that may be done to you.

While the pope began to talk, izek did not listen to half of what he said, he simply just started at you, almost wanting to smile, which he did later on., but now, he gently grabbed your cheeks as he leaned down to kiss you, first time as his official duchess.

He gently held the hand that was now decorated with your wedding ring, swirling it around as the painter painted the two beauties, his gaze never leaving you or your beautiful smile as you tease him for staring so much.

🫧NORA NURNBERGER

˖⋆࿐໋ ⋆ NORA WOULD freeze once he saw you, dressed up as the finest doll, glammed to perfection, not that you werent already perfect to him, but now you truly looked divine, too divine.

He held his breath, watching you close your eyes, a calm smile on your face as you slowly look up at him, [e/c] eyes looking with so much love at his deep blue eyes, he felt his whole face turn a deep color, eyes wide as his lips parted.

A shaky hand gently fixed your hair as you murmured a small ’thank you’, before he leaned down to kiss your knuckles, watching you giggle at him before turning to the pope with a head nodd.

But Nora did not let go of your hand as he turned his head to look at the pope, slightly pulling twords you, as he watched you glance at him with a small smile and a little shake, watching your soon to be husband already smitted by you.

Afterward’s you smiled at Nora, posing for his paining in your wedding gown, watching him as he focused on every small detail about you, showing off your beauty, how the light seemed to do wanders for your reflection and how he can proudly call you his wife.