I write anime-fan fiction (mainly JJK & BLEACH for now)
Currently, I am writing an original fantasy novel, âMy Ombrielleâ if youâd like to check that out!
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Reading! I love reading physical books and manwha/ga, listening to music, creative writing, playing HSR, editing (media), volleyball, watching anime, swimming, gym, meditating, sketching, watching random video essays on yt <3
A/n: âMy Ombrielleâ updates every Thursday :) â and thank you to all of those who followed me! Iâll try my best to keep up to date with the novel and fan-fic Fridays <3
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This chapter is shorter than my previous chapters so I apologise in advance as I am writing this really late, so ill fix any mistakes later :â)
âMy Ombrielleâ is an all original work of fiction, please do not feed my writing into AI, youâre more than welcome to take inspiration from it though.
In the future, this will have some r18 chaptersâI will make sure to tag accordingly.
Tropes: Fake dating, room-com, strangers to lovers, one-bed, forced proximity, dark fantasy
For the best reading experience, listen to Dazzle by Siouxsie and the banshees đ”
He is a frantic thief with a jacket stuffed full of stolen medical files. She is a high-society angel slayer with a reputation that could kill. When they get cornered by the hospital director, he plays his final card: he grabs her hand and claims they are deeply in love.
Now, to keep him from the gallows and her from social ruin, they have to survive the ultimate test of enduranceâŠCouples therapy.
Read chapter one here: https://www.tumblr.com/saintsexta/824050136752734208/my-ombrielle-chapter-one
Chapter 3
The Emerald alibi .ââ±â
I felt warmth vibrating off of Aurelius. He took my hand with no hesitation, I was no damsel in distress in this moment. Yet the shaking in his handsâŠmade me think he was the damsel in distress right now.
Around me, the atmosphere tensed upâŠI could feel the rhythmic movement of my heart beating against the clambering of the asylum guards approaching; we are being chased.
Why?
What for?
Numerous questions floated in my head as a myriad of colours and sounds enveloped my mind immediately. I could feel the paintings of probably, important figures staring me down, the mahogany walls closing in⊠and the continuation of the fiery candlelight flickering against the alcove.
Looking over my shoulder, I see two men,
âStop him! Heâs wanted by the emperor!â
Oh god. Itâs become more apparent he will be handled accordingly by the sun of the empire.
The emperor is ruthless. Heâs known as the ruthless tyrant whoâs slaughtered his older brothersâŠjust for the throne.
I mean, heâs got all of the great 3 houses, clustered and trapped to revolve his palace.
Itâs ironic heâs similar to that damned goddess, Discordia. If people donât follow his willâtheyâre ruthlessly casted out from high society, following their social deathâŠenlightenment, you get killed at the hands of the emperors will in the capital for amusement of the civilians, or even worse, confined in either VigrinâŠor SkĂąrâden.
I donât even want to imagine how the Solari are wielded for the torture methods the emperor demands. But I would argue, death would be better than being caught by the emperor.
Blinking in disbelief, I turn to look at Aurelius, heâs vigorously gasping for air. Itâs evident the curse is catching up to him.
âIâ It burns.â He looks down at me with a pained expression,
âMeredith, we need to get out of here. I canât get caught by the emperorâŠand I would not be a good partner if I dragged you down with me.â
âPartners are we?â I scoff whilst flattening out my crinoline skirt.
âWe just met each other, and youâre acting like weâre about to be betrothed.â
âI meanâŠjust a second ago we were loversââ
âAH.â I abruptly put my index finger on his lips to hush him up,
âI will handle this, just meet me outside.â
The stray dog proceeds to nod and then quickly makes his exit.
I spun back around and cheerfully greeted the guards,
âOh Harrison! Itâs been a while since Iâve seen you on patrol! What are you doing?â
âMâ Miss Lisenne, what are you doing here today?â
"What ever do you mean? I'm here for my father of course..."
My heels clink with a dominating presence, I know people fear my houseâŠand I know they fear me.
âIs this Lancelot, your friend?â
âY- Yes Miss Lisenne, we have been ordered to catch a criminalââ
âWhen did I say you could interrupt me? Do you not know your place? If you speak against me again, I will consider this an Insult to house Lisenne.â
âN-No Miss Lisenne, How could I ever be so obnoxious?â
Harrison drops to his knees, his eyes wide in fear.
âMy lady, I- I meanât no disrespect, I will be more cautious next time.â
âShoo then,â
My lips pursed with disgust,
âGet out of my sight and go along with your littleâŠfriend.â
The next second, I see the two guards run back to their stations like two little dogs with their tail between their legs.
It was quite amusing, this reminds me of the times I would get whispered at in the official royal banquets.
I donât care, really. I mean of course, I have been killing rampant fallen angels ever since my coming of age ceremony took place.
Rouge. Thatâs the colour my lips would always be paintedâŠand my hair, in a low chignon, impeccably pinned with not a single strand escaping, like my prey. Common gossip would always circle around high society, even commoners would always talk about how my skin looked like the colour of a corpse. Ivory and lifeless. But I have always thought it was beautiful, it compliments the mole beneath my eye perfectly.
Walking down the stairs, I see Cedric, the head director looking at me, attempting to make conversation,
âGoodbye Cedric, I will see you another day.â
He doesnât even stop me, I suppose the guards have already told the old hag what I said to him.
I sigh whilst making my way to the carriage.
âMy Lady!â Adeline shouts.
âWhat is it now, Adelineâfather is perfectly locked up in the sanatorium, I donât know what more you want me to do heâs in capable handsââ
âIt is not thatâŠa friend claimed that you would attend to them, but I donât know your true relationship with himâI could not let him in the carriageâŠâ
âOf course heâs myâŠfriend. Why would you think otherwise when he has the pin of the crow on his lapel? You fool.â I cut back harshly, astounded how my attending maid even managed to skip past such a crucial fact.
Adelineâs mouth clicked shut, her face draining of colour as she stared at the glowing emerald pin resting against his stolen coat. the realisation of her supposed professional failure was a far better silencer than any threat I could have levelled. She sank back into the shadows of the velvet carriage corner, keeping her eyes glued strictly to her own lap, throughly cowed by my rebuke.
I turned my head away, letting out a sharp, imperious breath to signal my lingering displeasure, through my pulse was a hammering a wildly different rhythm against my ribs.
Underneath the heavy folds of my brocade skirt, my knee pressed hard against his leg. It wasnât an act of intimacyâit was a violent restriction. Aurelius was actively falling apart beside me. The rhythmic jolt of the carriage wheels over the muddy, rain-slicked stones seemed to aggravate the internal burning of his Solari curse. His entire frame was rigid, his chest heaving silently as he fought to keep from screaming.
Leaning slightly into his space so the rustle of my heavy crinoline hoops would drown out my voice. I titled my head toward him. My center-parted chignon remained perfectly unmoved, but my gaze cut into his gold eyes with absolute malice.
âIf you faint on my velvet upholstery, Solari,â I whispered, the words barely a ghost of a sound against the roar of the downpour outside, âI will personally toss you out in the cold winters of the night, leaving you to fend for yourself until you rot in the darkness, so that you can feel your pulse witheringâŠand your lips cracking.â
His shaking feverish hands reached out for my ice-cold ones in return. His once bronzed skin slowly turned a pale yellow, clawing at the emerald crow pin I had fastened to his lapelâŠas if the Lisenne metal was the only anchor keeping him tethered to the physical plane.
âSkĂąrâdenâŠwâ we have to go northâŠthe Vesperis lord.â A rasp followed his breathless, scraping voice.
âIn this state, you would not even survive the carriage ride to the northern ports, let alone a voyage across the volcanic rifts of Vigrin. You are a dying fugitive, and right now, my familyâs name is the only shield you possess. You will come to my estate, you will hide where I dictate, and you will survive long enough to tell me exactly what my father wrote in those stolen files.â
He didnât answer. A harsh tremor racked his body, and his gold eyes glazed over, losing their fierce, brilliant lustre as he slumped sideways into the velvet padding, completely unconscious.
âMy lady?â Adelineâs voice jumped from the dark, tight and anxious. âIsâŠis the gentleman well?â
âHe has had far too much imported wine, I suppose.â I replied without a single beat of hesitation, smoothly arranging the wide train of my dress over his trembling legs to shield his condition from his sight. I adjusted the lace at my wrists, my face as expressionless and dead as ivory. âLet him sleep it off. And ensure the household staff prepares the isolated study in the east wing upon our arrival. A personal guest of my standing deserves absolute privacy.â
A few hours later, the carriage rattled past the towering iron gates of the Lisenne Estate, pulling them directly into the jaws of a very dangerous trap.
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Fem!Reader ââ§Â°đČÖŒđą
WARNINGS: 18+, MDNI, heavy making out, suggestive scenes, modern AU, OOC, consensual drunk sex
Your rich friend asked you to go on a blind date with someone, since she had to do a sudden rain check.
Heavily inspired by âTill dawnâ by The Weeknd
Song recommendation: Till dawn by The Weeknd đ”
Hi my lovelies! As I have announced in my previous post, we are doing fan-fic Friday! This is my first post of this series, so itâll be a oneshot. Enjoy! (Also this is the first time ive ever made a fan-fic so donât expect it to be the best T-T)
Ac: @x.sooo___ on insta
Incessant whining filled your ears for hours straight, it was your best friend.
âCanât you just go babe? I have to take a rain check, pretty pleaseâŠhmm?â Your best friend pleaded with her signature puppy eyes, knowing you canât say no to her.
âYou know I havenât been in the dating scene for a whileâŠI just donât know if I can do this.â You remarked, with a slight somber attitude following.
âIâll give you 500.â Her face changed from a snarky smile to a serious, desperate one in a matter of seconds.
âDeal. But you owe me one.â You snapped.
It doesnât help as well that youâve had a pounding headache the whole entire day, in addition; Your boss has been taking his frustration out on the whole of your team.
Within the next hour or so, your best friend dolled you up like a pretty porcelain doll.
âY/N you look stunning! Your date is gonna fall for you I just know it.â Your best friend exclaimed.
ââŠyou mean your date?â You pressed on, completely detached from the whole ordeal.
âOh it doesnât matterâŠlive a little for Christâs sake. Your uber will be here in 5, I have to go now thoughâlet me know how it goesss!â
The next second, your best friend dashed out of the house, leaving you all alone with the extra amount of money she gave you and her lipstick in your hand.
You were stood in front of the mirror, noticing how your hair was in a delicate, sophisticated updo, and a concerning amount of shimmery body spray sparkled against your skinâthe red tight-knit body con dress she picked out for you hugged your curves, you looked absolutely irresistible.
The next second you get a notification, announcing that your Uber was here.
Thus, you dashed out the front door, your YSL heels clinked in unison as you made you way to the uber.
ââŠUber for Y/N?â A man poked his head out of the Mercedes Benz, awaiting a response.
âYes, thatâs meâ you answered.
âGreat, hop in.â
Then for the next 30 minutes, youâre entertaining the bothersome driver in your uber. Hellâyou were even excited for your date now because of how boring this person was.
Finally, you arrive at your destinationâiridescent floor lights gleam against your clutch, you make your way to the fancy restaurant after you waved your uber goodbye.
Itâs stunning. The aroma of the food envelops your nose immediately, the marble floors reflect your tall stature, you look like a goddess, turning heads wherever you walked. Emerald green booths filled the whole restaurant, the gold trim following it. Descending spiral chandeliers were scattered all over the place as well. The whole restaurant feels intimidating, but very luxe.
You stare at the waiter, sheâs looking down at the computer screenâprobably sorting something out, you assume.
âHow many for?â The waitress asked in a cheerful tone, as she glances off of the computer.
âOne table for Y/N at 7PM.â
âAwesome, your acquaintance is already at the tableâ she remarked, following ahead of youâas she guides you to the table.
âOkay here you are, here are your guysâ menus, just give us a shout when youâre ready, and weâll be right over.â
âThank youâ you replied, glancing over to the blue haired man looking out the window.
âHi, I am Y/N andâŠyou are?â
A cocky, husky voice proceeded to speak: âOh, didnât see ya there. Names Grimmjow, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.â
You turn to look at him, his eyes light up with shock, thinking he got lucky with his date.
You too do the same.
Heâs wearing a formal suit, his hair, slicked backâŠand a singular strand falling down effortlesslyâstill managing to look good on him. Your eyes canât help but wander on his wide frame, his muscles, also very noticeable through his white shirt.
âYour name is Y/N? What a pretty name, have a seatâŠI donât bite.â
Your eyes blink in realisation as you notice what youâre doing, and you immediately look up.
âThank you, you come here often, or is it your first time coming to this place?â You spoke.
âNah, but Iâd come here more often if I got to see a beauty like you everyday.â He slyly smirked, his head cocking to side in amusement, his Adamâs apple bobbing up and down as he speaks.
You blush from the unexpected teasing from a man you just met, you cannot deny thoughâŠhe was extremely attractive, you canât help but wonder what wouldâve happened if your best friend could have made it.
âIm just teasing! Do you wanna order nowâŠor?â He prodded on, awaiting your response.
You look down at the menu, but your mind is already racing. The headache you had suddenly vanishes, replaced by a completely different kind of tension. âLetâs just go get a drink first,â you murmur, meeting his intense ocean-blue eyes.
Dinner flies by in a blur of low-toned laughter, playful flirting and banter. Grimmjow doesnât take his eyes off of you whilst sipping his drink. By the time you both step out of the restaurant, the night air is cool against your shimmery skin, but your feel completely flushed.
Both of you are both intoxicated by the amount of alcohol you both drank during your date.
âSo, Y/N, the nights still youngâwanna keep this going? My place is right around the corner.â His eyes show an intense hunger for the first time, you honestly were expecting anything but this. His husky voice melting into honeyed wordsâsweet and alluring, just the words youâve been wanting to hear.
âLetâs go to my place,â you whisper, knowing damn well this isnât even your date and you werenât even technically supposed to be here.
The uber ride is anything but boring, instead itâs filled with anything but small talk. But the moment the car door clicks shut, Grimmjow heavy arms slides over your shoulders, his heavy frame crushing your curves. His large, calloused hands rests heavily on your bare thigh, tracing slow, agonising circles on your skin. You catch the uber driver sneaking glances through the rear view mirror, but Grimmjow doesnât care. He leans down, his lips brushing down your ear shell. âYou taste just like that sweet ass wine,â his voice dropping an octave, whilst you feel his hot breath against your skin, making you unintentionally gasp in return.
The second your apartment door slams shut, all control vanishes.
Grimmjow pins you against the hard wood of the door, his heavy frame using your curves. His hands immediately finding your waist.
âYou do this a lot?â You question, before you can even catch your breath, his lips slam onto yours.
âShut up.â Both of your lips intertwine with a thirst for hunger. Chaotic, dominant and utterly breathless, you can taste whiskey and pure desire from his mouth whilst your hands hold onto his once neat slicked hair, now messy and unruly, Grimmjow groans, a deep rumbling sound coming from his chest.
A soft moan slips out of your lips as he starts to trail down your neck, heâs hungry. Giving you hickeys immediately after you guys just met.
What a man.
Then you both look at each other after a few fleeting seconds, both of youâŠwant more.
He shifts, his hands moving down to cup your hips. You lean against him, youâre shivering in anticipationâyou suspect heâs feeling the same. You wrap your legs around his waist, your YSL heels scraping against the door. He carries you to the bedroom door without breaking the kiss. His lips moving down to your jaw, then burying them into the crook of your neck once again.
âFuck, if I had known you would taste this good, I wouldâve ravaged you sooner.â His teeth lightly grazing your collarbone, right where the shimmery body spray glitters in the dim light. You arch your back into his touch, your fingers gripping his broad shoulders, feeling the thick muscles under his white shirt.
Your body responds in different ways to his specific touch; in no way any other man has made you feel before.
Your skin feels hot and ignited with this unfamiliar sensation, his hands slipping into your nether region. You moaned loudly in response, before you could even speak, a gentle voice cuts in,
âYouâre doing so good for me doll. Carry on moaning for me.â
You look up at him, quivering in response to those wordsâso you continue to do exactly just that.
After a few minutes, he tosses you onto the mattress, hovering over you like a predator. His ocean-blue eyes are dark, completely wild with hunger. He strips himself off his suit jacket in one fluid motion, tossing it onto the floor, and he continues to slowly unbutton the top three buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest.
âYouâre a dangerous distraction, Y/N.â Grimmjow smirks, a dangerous, cocky edge returning back to his voice as he leans down. His hands pinning your wrists above your head.
âBut until dawn arrives, youâre not leaving my side.â
You look at him completely breathless, your heart hammering beneath your ribs. Your best friendâs money is forgotten. Your headache is gone. All that matters is the blue-haired man towering over you, ready to make you forget everything until dawn.
Just a final note, moving forwardâthis will have some r18/mature chapters. I will make sure to tag those chapters, but if youâre not interested, you can simply tap off or skip those chapters.
Tropes: fake dating, rom-com, strangers to lovers, one-bed, forced proximity, dark fantasy
Recommendation to listen to whilst reading: Angel by the Weeknd đ”
He is a frantic thief with a jacket stuffed full of stolen medical files. She is a high-society angel slayer with a reputation that could kill. When they get cornered by the hospital director, he plays his final card: he grabs her hand and claims they are deeply in love.
Now, to keep him from the gallows and her from social ruin, they have to survive the ultimate test of endurance... Couples therapy.
Read chapter one here: https://www.tumblr.com/saintsexta/824050136752734208/my-ombrielle-chapter-one
Chapter 2
The Ego Death of Marble and Lies đȘœàŒàŒàżđđąâ
I can feel Felixâs icy stare, lingering on me, whilst I stare with horror at the documents in front of me. An official asylum admittance certificate? A warrant for involuntary confinement? Is that why Felix is staring at me with a smug expression?
âYou see, Miss Lisenne, if you claim you two are betrothed, I must ascertain your true intentions in seeking my medical intervention, of course, though you say your union is on the verge of breakingâyou two are only merely engaged, if I am correct?â Felix questions, his pen again rhythmically tapping against the sleek, rufous wood.
âOh?â Felix cocks his head to the side whilst impolitely interrupting me.
âHe doesnât understand a thing about you? How so? Could your âdearestâ tell me any basic information about your father? If you truly are in a crisis of domestic affliction, then pray tellâdo you know, Mister Peregrine?â
My eyes widen; I trail Felixâs gazeâseeing that theyâre locked onto Peregrineâs.
Heâs sweating. Oh lord. Cedric did tell me once that the noble ladies normally come here to have their troublesome relations certified and locked away in public ruin. I think he prattled on about how the clinical intake examination would typically take one to two hours.
Surrounding us, the air grows immensely heavy.
The clock ticking is even more intense than the emperor asking for me to become betrothed this year.
TICK. TOCK. TICK. TOCK.
A few simple words break the claustrophobic silence.
âYes, I do,â Peregrine repliedâhis golden-jade eyes piercing through Felixâs intimidating prod.
He proceeds to look up,
âAlistair Lisenne was the youngest of the Lisenne household to ever slay thirty thousand blood-lustrous fallen angels in Vorena, 20 years ago. Along with the other houses, Vesperis managed to slay ten thousandâŠand Solari, also managing to also slay ten thousand."
Peregrine pauses for a second, looking at me with a crooked smile, his fangs visible, sharp and curled.
He inhales and exhales before venturing another response.
âEveryone knows that if you're befallen by the fallen angel curse, youâre either granted supreme power, a hybrid of both human and an angel, or you go mad and lose your body autonomy, simple as that. Which is why Miss Lisenne is known as the Ephemeral Priestess of Death, the Sun-Shorn executionerâan otherworldly beauty whose gifted physical prowess defies Discordia, dissolving hordes of rampant, devilish angels with a single merciless wave of Hemeraâs light.â
Felixâs eyes blink heavily in disbelief.
âYou are very right. Mister Peregrine", Felix continued to clear his throat before pressing on.
âMiss Lisenne must really love you, since no one even dares to call Miss Lisenne by those titles around her.â The doctor flashes a condescending smile whilst he looks at his watch.
âWell, that is all we have time for today. I have concluded that you two may need further intervention; however, I will send Miss Lisenne the certificate for her to think about in the meantime. This ends our session today.â
My heart hammered against my ribs, a chaotic contrast to my upright posture. I smile politely at the doctor before ruthlessly snatching the asylum admittance certificate, the heavy papersâŠcrinkling beneath my gloved fingers. We move cautiously to the looming oak door, our boots echoing in the sudden, sharp silence.
The moment the heavy door clicked shut behind us, cutting us off from the suffocating pressure of Felixâs office, I dragged Peregrine into the shadow of a deep mahogany alcove. I aggressively grabbed him by his wet lapels, pinning him against the wall.
âWHO ARE YOU?!â I hissed under my breath, my crimson eyes burning into his golden-jade ones.
I stared at him in utter disbelief. Visible fangs, gold eyesâŠand my intuition was screaming at me the whole entire time. The house of Solari. It all clicked in pure horror; the public thought the great houses were holy purifiers. They didnât know the dark truth gate-kept in our vaultsâthat to keep our divine power alive, we had to breed with the non-rampant devils themselves. My own mother had been one.
But Solari hybrids were immensely different; their alchemical mind-manipulation required a physical catalyst. They didnât just cast spells; they injected their fearsome abilities to subdue their target by sinking their teeth into flesh to inject their mental poison.
Frantic in anticipation that the guards would be watching, I muttered under my breath, âYouâre an unregistered Solari. Are you insane?! Were you seriously planning to bite the head doctor of Everfall?â
Peregrineâs demeanour shifted instantly, his eyes tracking the singular mole near my eye, sitting underneath my platinum-curled lashes.
My eyes are tracking his scattered moles in return.
Looking me in the eye, his stature became more apparent. Though I am certain we are almost the same height, I could feel the weight of his energy in this fleeting, tense moment. His voice dropped an octave as he leant in to whisper in my ear.
âPeregrine is a name for stray birds; let us address that first, shall we? You lack the ladylike status of a noble right now, Miss Lisenne, or should I say, Meredith.â
I covered my ear quickly in disgust, stepping away from him. Why is this commoner whispering in a noble ladyâs ear? Has he no shame?
Carefully, he moved towards me and grabbed my hand and held it up to his mouth, his eyes peeking through my hand as he gracefully kissed it, befitting manners of a gentleman.
A snarky comment played on his lips: âIf you must know the truthâŠmy blood belongs to the sun. You may call me Aurelius.â
My breath hitched as the deep realisation settled in. He is a Solari. But how? Iâve never heard of an Aurelius. Could he be a hidden heir to the house? Impossible.
A memory suddenly flashed through my mind, dragging me back to a day surrounded by death. At the age of seven, I had attended the funeral for the son of Lance Solari. The boyâs father was a legendary figure, who had famously isolated the alchemical side effects of the curse.
It was a miraculous discovery; my father heavily praised him after the discovery, even whispering, 'I may be wed into the house of Solari one day.' I remembered the scene vividly: the grand, marble palace where the emperor stood bestowing medals upon the heads of each house, just days before the tragic passing of the little boy. The official record claims that he had succumbed to scarlet fever. It had been a tragedy felt across the whole empire. It was tragic even if I never met him.
Yet here he stood, flashing a dangerous, fanged smile in the candlelit alcove.
I forcefully yanked my hand back from his grip, my crimson eyes narrowing into slits. âThe son of Lance Solari is buried under a marble mausoleum,â I hissed, my voice trembling with a mix of fury and shock. âWho are you really, and why are you using a dead boyâs house to mock me?â
Aurelius didn't flinch; if anything, his expression turned sombre, his eyes visibly darkening. âMy father didnât bury me." His words sounded playful moments ago, but they left a bitter aftertaste behind me.
A deep sigh followed. I could feel his breathing, hot against my ear, and his hands holding mineâshaking.
âMeredith, he hid me. Because the curse took hold of me when I was a child, I am infected.â
I stared up at him, his eyebrows furrowing as his face twisted into a pleading expression, making my heart drop the second I heard those soul-crushing words.
âInfected? What are you talking about? Y-You are speaking to me with perfect clarity. You are notâŠrampant.â
âNot yet", he corrected sharply, gesturing to his chest where the stolen files were hidden. âIâve spent the last twelve years trying to figure out a cure for this goddamn curse, also using my houseâs mind manipulation to physically suppress the corruption inside of my own brain. I am keeping myself conscious through pure alchemical force; itâs honestly a miracle I have even lasted this long. My father even said this.â
He looked sideways to the floor as he started to chuckleâhis hands holding mineâŠsqueezing them tightly as his sombre expression quickly turned into a worrisome smile, eyes filling with tears.
A wave of sympathy washes over me⊠never have I ever felt sorry for someoneâI suppose even someone like me can feel sympathy for others.
âBut I am running out of time." He looks at me, his eyes burning through mineâhis erratic composure started to make me question if he was mad the next second.
Heâs crazyâŠ
âThe descent happens next year, when the rampant angels return, the atmospheric curse will spike, and my mental suppression will shatter. Iâll lose my autonomy within days.â
He stepped closer, the intensity of his golden eyes practically searing into mine.
My back is pushing against the wall with hesitation; I am already too tall to try to fit through a door, let alone an alcove, let alone hide from what was coming.
âI stole your fatherâs medical records because he is the only half-rampant hybrid in the entire history of the empire to survive that transition without his mind completely collapsing. I donât want to become a monster, Meredith. I need to know how he held onto his sanity because there is no time.â
Before I could even process the sheer gravity of his words, a sharp metallic echo rang out from the mahogany hallway. The distinct, synchronised click of heavy boots.
NOTES: Hi my lovelies, this is my first time posting anything for people to read, so please keep this in mind <3
I am more than grateful if you as a reader, would give me constructive feedback, just so that I can improve my writing for the future đ
My Ombrielle is an all original work of fiction, please do not feed my writing into AI, youâre more than welcome to take inspiration though.
I also plan to write fan-fiction as well in the future, if thereâs any youâd want to see I donât mind taking requests :)
I donât expect this to get reads but I will be uploading weekly, I am currently uploading this from my IPad because my Phone is somewhere in the ocean đș
Just a final note, moving forwardâthis will have some r18/mature chapters. I will make sure to tag those chapters, but if youâre not interested, you can simply tap off or skip those chapters.
tropes: fake dating, rom-com, strangers to lovers, one-bed, forced proximity, dark fantasy
Recommendation to listen to whilst reading: Montreal by the weeknd đ”
He is a frantic thief with a jacket stuffed full of stolen medical files. She is a high-society angel slayer with a reputation that could kill. When they get cornered by the hospital director, he plays his final card: he grabs her hand and claims they are deeply in love.
Now, to keep him from the gallows and her from social ruin, they have to survive the ultimate test of endurance... Couples therapy.
EDIT: chapter 2 is now here! https://www.tumblr.com/saintsexta/824316951684874240/my-ombrielle-chapter-2
Chapter 1
Darling
My maid, Adeline, brushes my hair with a gentle hand while the pianist plays a delicate song somewhere below, the melody rising to my chambers and caressing my ears gently as I stare at myself in the mirror, another image is reflected back to me. My platinum hair catches the light from the gleaming sun streaming through the iridescent arched windows, I tug lightly at one of the thick, spring-like ringlets framing my face, watching it snap back into its rigid, perfect shape. Crimson eyes, intimidating and framed with long silver eyelashes, glare back at me from the shiny reflection. My eyebrows are thin and arched, befitting my face, but they are also commanding, furrowed in impatience as I wait for Adeline to finish. Â
âAll done, my lady,â Adeline remarks.
I step away from my vanity and Adeline quickly rushes over to help me into my formal visiting gown. I step patiently into the center of the room as she buckles the canvas straps of my hooped crinoline around my waist, watching the metal cage expand into its dramatic, wide silhouette. Another torturous ten minutes pass as she tugs, smooths, and fastens the massive brocade skirt over the frame. By the time she finishes, I occupy nearly half the dressing room, a perfect porcelain doll built for a grim destination.
âIâll set out at one. Thereâs no need to get the carriageâit doesnât look like itâs going to rain, Adeline,â I say, glancing at her, waiting for her confirmation.
âY-Yes of course, my lady. Iâll notify the footman right away,â she replies.
And so, I step out of the pristine, towering mansion, its name inscribed in harsh cursive; the Lisenne estate. My family is highly regarded, famous for slaying fallen angels, all because of that wretched goddess, Discordia. There is not a single person in this empire who has not heard of that so-called benevolent goddess. Her name inspires fear in anyone who dares to speak it. Legend has it that if you speak ill of her, you will be bound and doomed to her wrath. At least, that is what I have heard. But I do not need to rely on rumours or legends. The proof of Discordiaâs malice is not written in dusty history books; It is currently locked away in a high-security cell at Everfall Sanatorium, wearing my fatherâs face.
Smoothing down the heavy ruffles of my brocade skirt, I turn toward the grand oak door of my chambers. It is time to go.
I walkânot hastily, but with a long, confident stride. Murmurs envelop me,
âIs that.. the infamous, Meredith Lisenne? Why is she walking with us commoners?â
Another speaks, âShh! Quit it, unless you want her eyes to curse you, you fool!â
For a moment, I am about to turn around and give them a piece of my mindâbut my eyes fix on my leather boots. Raindrops begin to fall, quickly turning into a hard downpour that lashes against parasol. Let them whisper. A Lisenne does not break her long, confident stride to bicker with the unwashed masses of the capital. I tighten my grip on the silver handle of my parasol, keeping my spine perfectly straight and my rigid drill curls bouncing in immaculate rhythm. Their fear is a natural reaction; it is the only respect they know how to give. With a cold click of my leather boots against the slick stone, I march past them, heading straight toward the wrought-iron gates where my carriage awaits.
For the next thirty minutes, I wonder whether my father will act the same way as he did during my last visit. The leather seat and the velvet interior accompany me the whole time, along with Adeline, who stares holes into my face.
We arrive. The looming, name engraved upon the iron archway, **EVERFALL SANATORIUM**. Well, it is not as though this is my first time seeing the famous sanatorium for fallen angels.
My heel lands on the first step of the carriage and the footman quickly offers me his hand.
Growing impatient, I demand, âI need to see my father. Out of the way.â
âRight, my ladyâI apologise.â He says immediately.
âTch,â I Tut, irritated.
I turn to Adeline, her gaze lingering on me in anticipation. She immediately understands what my impatient stare in return meant. I wished to be left alone without any further complications.
She nods and calmly walks back to the carriage with no further objections.
Then, I sweep past the footman without a second glance, the heavy velvet of my wide gown rustling against the cold stone pillars of the entryway. The air here always felt differentâthick with the heavy, chilling residue of the Fallen Angel curse. I pushed open the enormous oak doors myself, stepping out of the furious downpour and into the echoing, candlelit lobby of the sanatorium. The grand room is dead silent. A lady stood behind the counter, overseeing the line.
I immediately began making my way toward to her, only to be greeted again by the infuriatingly cheerful director of the hospital. Just like last time.
âMiss Lisenne! My, my, it's nice to see you again, I suppose it has been three months since your last visit? This is the new head doctor of the Everfall Sanatorium. I want you to meet him.â
âAh, yes, Cedricâhow could I ever forget how much youâve done for my father? Â But I am, unfortunately, in a hurry. We can discuss this perhaps maybe another time?â I reply sarcastically, my disdain showing on my face no matter how hard I tried to hide it.
Cedric opens his mouth to introduce the stern-looking doctor beside him, but his words were cut short by the frantic chime of the lobby bell.
A tall, tanned man with drenched, dark-brown hair and translucent rectangular glasses approached the reception desk. Soaking wet and breathing heavily, he had a stack of stolen medical files hastily shoved under his jacket.
He froze when he spotted the head doctor. Realising he was completely cornered, his eyes darted from the doctor to Cedric, and then his jade eyes, framed by long, slightly curled lashes, locked onto me. The stranger lunged forward, grabbed my gloved hand, and looked straight at the stunned doctor.
âThere you are, darling!â He gasped, his voice loud enough to draw the attention of everyone in the room. âIâm so sorry Iâm late for our appointment. This relationship counselling is our last hope, and I simply cannot bear to keep you waiting any longer, my love.â
Honestly, I could not believe the sheer audacity of this man, he had his hand wrapped around my shoulder as if we were a real couple. He was standing far too close, his wet-jacket pressing dangerously against the neat ruffles of my massive bell skirt, threatening to ruin hours of Adelineâs careful streaming.
I looked from his desperate jade eyes down to our joined hands. The nerve of him. Did he have any idea who I was? Any normal commoner would have been executed on the spot for referencing a Lisenneâs personal life so flippantly in public.
Cedric looked back and forth between us, sputtering like a broken steam engine, âL-Lady MeredithâŠyouâre in a relationship? With him?â
The strangerâs grip tightened on my hand. A silent, pleading squeeze. I squeezed back, enough to make his knuckles pop beneath my gloveâand looked Cedric dead in the eye. âYes, Cedric. It is a deeply complicated affair. Now if youâll excuse us, our session is about to begin.â
âFelix, the new head doctor will attend to you lovebirds then, off you go then!â Cedric gestured to Felix, his palm upwards, non-verbally asking for him to attend to us.
âGladly, Iâll be attending to the infamous Miss Lisenne then today.â Felix smiled, though looking tense at the drenched man next to me.
I smiled awkwardly in response.
We all walk in synchronised clicksâdown the mahogany hallway, with intimate wall candlelights surrounding us in every other step we take. The air, filled with various scents, such as rubbing alcoholâintertwined with pine and resinâŠoozing off of the fresh, green forest surrounding the sanatorium.
Felix, highly skeptical of our ârelationshipâ proceeded to say, âVery well then, Miss Lisenne andâŠyou are?â His eyebrow arched in confusion, the other downward, in a neutral position.
The air around us pauses suddenly, the anxious man looking at me with pleading desperation, as if he wasnât the one that brought us both into this chaotic mess.
Felix suddenly cleared his throat, though I donât know whether this is in amusement or the wave of pity that appeared on his face for a few seconds whilst I was frantically sobbing.
Abruptly, a new voice interrupted. âDarling, pleaseâyou misjudge me!â Peregrine pleaded smoothly, though the undertone of his voice was vibrating with real, hidden panic.
He reached out, taking my lace-trimmed hand whilst casting a desperate, sweating look at Felix. âI wasnât looking at other women! I was merelyâŠcomparing their utterly plain countenances to your radiant, incomparable beauty, my love!â
Felixâs young appearance drastically aged like milk, just from hearing the dogâs helplessness. His neutral expression caused him to rapidly frown, upon hearing this disdainful speech. His eyes darkened from the beautiful crystal blue they had before, at least they had some life in them beforeâŠnow they have none.
Felix managed to gain his composure after about 10 seconds. We continued to walk solemnly down the hallway, his expressionâbrooding, forcing himself not to look at the both of us till we reached the chilly, candlelit room that smelled heavily of the institutional rubbing alcohol and old parchment I had noticed earlier. In the centre of the office sat a plush velvet love-seatâa piece of furniture clearly not engineered for Imperial nobility.
I glided past Felix and claimed the exact middle of the sofa. The moment I sat, the flexible steel hoops of my crinoline cage expanded with a loud, aggressive rustle of black velvet, instantly swallowing up nearly eighty percent of the space.
Peregrine had no choice but to awkwardly perch his tall, drenched frame on the absolute, freezing edge of the remaining silver of cushion. He had to angle his long legs sideways just to avoid burying his knees in my ruffles.
Doctor Felix stood up out of his office chair and murmured, âExcuse me for a second,â He then proceeded to the front of the room where there were stacks of paper, kept within different foldersâeach with names. Until he flicked through each tab.
The dog then turned to me, taking advantage of this moment, whilst Felix was distracted. âOut of everything you couldâve named me Miss Lisenne, I am a stray dog?!â He whispered, very visible on his face that he was offended.
âQuit it!â I responded to his disobedience, âBe grateful I didnât name you after the actual dead dog our family used to have, commoner.â My voice dripping in Ice, in bewilderment that this man is still even talking to me.
âHow would you even know I was a commonerââ He shot right back before Felix whipped around to face the both of us.
âN-no of course not my darling! After all, that is what weâre here for.â Â The dog cheesed awkwardly, looking at Doctor Felix in confirmation.
The commoner then turned to look towards me, the chandelier light; wistfully hitting his pure jade eyesâbut I see a more distinct colour⊠a haunting bright golden, illuminating even more fervently, matching his beautiful, bronzed skin. His lashes downward, yet slightly lifted, looking upon at me.
I was taken aback slightly, central heterochromia isnât common at all. Furthermore, Moles were scattered all over his face, as if heâd be kissed by Adonis, honestly, it makes me livid, why does he get to look so effortlessly ethereal? What a pain.
But looking past my incessant, internal grumbling⊠a cold realisation settled into my chest. The striking colour of gold wasnât just a pretty sight to behold. But an ancestral signature of House Solari. Infamous, for their mind manipulation abilitiesâyes, House Lisenne is famous for ruthlessly taking countless lives on the bloodied battlefield of crying angels. However, though we bleed a crimson cry, the Solaris determination is as blazing and relentless like the burning sun. Theyâve managed to subdue countless, rotten angels by torturous mind controlâŠand their lack of empathy is equally as terrifying.
Even the emperor from many millenniums ago decreed a ban on the Solaris for using their⊠perhaps, âgod-givenâ abilities on innocent lives. Instead, their fearsome gifts were locked away for the state utilityâreserved strictly for breaking minds of wartime enemies, extractions and brutal torture methods.
 Iâve never heard of hybrids existing within the Solaris; maybe they wanted to keep him hidden.
But why? Is this man toying with me for some ulterior motive?âŠOr is he actually a descendant of the Solaris?
I look up suddenly, realising Felix is waving a hand near my face, whilst the commoner looks at me, seemingly worried.
I am rarely embarrassed but, messing up in a supposed counselling session? Thatâs so unlike me; my father would be disappointed if he sees the sorrowful sight of me right now.
I chuckle, slightly embarrassed, âForgive me, Doctor Felixâwhere were we?â
Doctor Felix lets out a dull sigh, leaning back instantly, at the same time. He taps his quill rhythmically against the thin paper, probably to gain his patience back. He ruffles his ash-blonde, side-swept wavy hair as he then looks at me, his hands on top of each otherâŠwith his eyes above his hands. His striking, midnight-blue eyes pierce through my skin, earnestly asking me non-verbally demanding my attention.
He chuckles again, looking at me like I am missing something important.
âYou know, Miss LisenneâŠyouâre praised for being the perfect heir to the house but I guess even yourself, can miss a simple detail.â
âDo tell me thenâŠDoctor, what am I missing?â  My eyes narrow in curiosity whilst he swivels in his leather chair and proceeds to lean forward in my ear,
âPray tell, wasnât your father admitted into Everfall 5 years ago? Heâs not even allowed out to go anywhere under our volition. Hmm?â
He whispers, low enough for only Peregrine and me to hear, looking completely cocky as his eyes avert to Peregrine,
My face blushes hot, filled with pure shame. I angrily look at Peregrine, but at the same time, how is he supposed to know that? I know my father but that just managed to slip my mind, and this cocky bastard managed to make me, the head of Lisenne, embarrassed. My honour is down in the drain; there is absolutely no way I am coming back from this.
A cold, deafening silence surrounds us, I look withered, like a corpseâŠpurely because a mere commoner managed to ruin everything within the span of 10 seconds.
He then looks over at me with a cunning grin, ignoring the fact that I am currently fuming next to him.
Doctor Felix proceeds to laugh out loudly, completely shifting his dead serious tone from earlier, into a very haughty, unprofessional manner. Wiping his joyful tears away he chuckles whilst looking up at the ceiling. Sighing as he stops laughter dies down, his voice drops an octave,
He winces from pure pain. I look at him with disgust. My heart is violently hammering at this point, purely out of frustration with this stray dog.
I smile, putting my mask onârefusing to let Felix know I am utterly in distress.
âDoctor, he is an idiot who clearly lacks the basic functions of a human being, I think his brain is messed up from all the wine we consumed last night, Isnât that right, darling?â
I kick him again, then lean in to whisper in his ear âYou fool, I shall take everything from hereâif you interrupt again Iâll have you investigated for those suspicious medical files you are hiding and as a giftâŠyouâll be executed by dawn tomorrow.â
The stray dog nods in confirmation, looking at me as his eyes lock onto Felix,âY-Yes Doctor! My darling and I have been drinking; I suppose I just get too carried away! HahaâŠâ
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