seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Poland
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from South Korea
seen from Germany
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
"Fran Bow/My Beautiful Paper Smile" Crossover
Kamalas are merciless creatures.
Wherever there is pain, they are there to feast on it. No one is safe, for falling victim to their heartless nature is unpreventable, even with the greatest Joy.
Obsession(MBPS-Fanfic)/Chapter 5: The First Meeting
(Just a fun little idea for a My Beautiful Paper Smile Fanfiction that came to my head one night while I couldn't sleep. It's quite ridicules, and so I decided to share it with you. If there are any grammatical mistakes in there, I apologize, for English is not my native language. Feel free to point them out, I am thankful for every little help that I can get.)
->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->
Summary: The Authorities found an injured human on the beach of their island.
->->->->->->->->
When the human did not sleep or eat, he drew.
Whenever the Elder went to check on their special guest, whose name had been revealed to be Alexander, he was scribbling around in his little sketch book, creating whatever masterpiece he had in mind, the pens painting exact lines and waves as he guided them over the paper.
It was quite a wholesome sight to be honest. The concentrated yet content expression on his face with the hunched position that he always took on the bed, the fact that he seemed to forget everything around him as he dedicated his entire attention towards his doing…it was easy to get caught in the act of staring at him, watching as he worked on his project.
The old Authority had done so more than once.
Occasionally, when he had brought food to the human, escorted the Medic to meet him or simply had gone to check up on him, he had remained on the spot and took a few minutes of his time to enjoy the unique sight, forcing himself to stay silent to not disturb the other.
The Chapel Elder must admit, he had grown quite fond of Alexander during the short time that the beautiful being had been here. Not only was he a treat to the eye, but he was also quiet and obedient, following every order he was given, even when the doctor was working her magic (as long as it did not involve his back of course).
He was truly what could be considered as Perfection in Imperfection.
It was a shame that their time together was short, he would have loved to get to know him better. But the third evening had arrived, and the Medic came for one last checkup before they would escort him to the castle in the early hours of the following day. His new permanent home.
“How is he doing?”, the doctor asked as they began to climb the stairs which would lead them to the floor where the human rested in his quarters. “Is he aware that this is his last night in the Village?”
“No, at least not as far as I am concerned.”, the Elder answered as they began to walk towards the door. “I have not told him yet. But maybe another Authority did while they checked on him. But since his behavior didn’t change for the worse, quite the opposite actually, I doubt it. He seems to start to trust us.”
“He seems much more comfortable with us than he did three days ago, which is understandable, for he was in an environment that was completely new to him. But especially with you, he seems to have formed a special bond, and the fact that you have shown him no violence surely helped.”, she explained as they stopped in front of the door, deciding to not let their special guest know about their conversation. “Though I ask myself; How did you do it? What have you done to achieve this?”
The Chapel Elder closed his eye and began to think, letting the events of the days run through his mind, trying to find the moment where Alexander seemed to have opened up to him a little more. He stopped at a particular moment and decided that this must be it. He opened his lid again and turned to look at the wooden surface separating them from their mute friend.
“After the first night, I have found a book in his clothing. It was not a regular book, but rather a sketchbook. A holder of masterpieces, I say.”, he chuckled lowly, remembering the beautiful images that he was allowed to see. The works of a true artist. “It seems to hold much value to him, and while he had not been happy with me searching through his private belongings, he had been relieved that it had not been taken from him. When I have handed it to him, he had hugged it like one would hold an infant to protect it from damage or hide it. I believe this moment has formed some kind of connection between us.”
“Oh, so that is why it had rested beside him. I was unaware that it was his.”, she hummed, vaguely remembering it lying next to him when she had performed her last two check-ups. “And that is where you have his name from as well, have you not?”
“Indeed.”, the older Authority nodded in confirmation, his eye softening a little. “Yet sadly, the meaning of it raised more questions than it solved. “Defender of Men” proves that he was not alone once, but it is a mystery who he defended and where they are now. And sadly, despite having become more comfortable, he would still not speak with us.”
“The time where he will find his voice will surely come.”, the female tried to cheer him up a little, setting her free hand onto his rather skinny shoulder. “I’m sure the Glorious One finds a way to give it back to him. Speaking of our hailed leader: Should I tell the human that he will be escorted to the castle thirst thing tomorrow?”
“No, I will tell him in the morning.”, the Chapel Elder answered as he wrapped his long, thin fingers around the handle, his claws accidentally scratching upon the wood’s surface. “I do not want to prevent him from having a good night’s rest. He has to be in his best possible condition when he steps before His Perfection.” He ended their conversation and opened the door.
They found the human on the bed as usual, a pen in his hand and the book lying in front of him, the outline of yet another incredible painting scribbled upon the rough paper. He had turned his head towards them as they stepped inside, their arrival gaining enough of his interest to break off his concentration dedicated to his work and give them all of his attention. He robbed forward and sat upright, aware of what the female’s presence meant for him.
“Hello, Alexander.”, the Medic greeted him as she set her bag down, opening it to search for the supplies she would need for this examination. “Are you feeling well today?”
A short nod was the answer, and he began to unbutton his robe as she approached him with gloves. She felt her smile widen as she kneeled in front of him, waiting for him to brush the cloth aside to expose what laid beneath. “Well, that is pleasant to hear.”
Carefully, she began to undo the bandage, unwrapping it to see how the wound had progressed in the last 24 hours.
While it was still deep and open, the swell had reduced further, and crusts were beginning to form at the rim. It was beginning to close, the tissue regrowing and the flesh repairing itself. While it would definitely leave a noticeable scar once healed, the infection was gone, and if it was taken care of correctly, the human would not have to fear any further health issues.
His hands, however, had sadly not improved. The skin was still torn, they were bleeding on several areas, and while none of them seemed irritated in any dangerous way, she was aware that they could easily contract something that could end his life in less than a few days. They were heated to the touch as well, obviously inflamed and apparently incredibly painful. The human even flinched slightly as soon as she spread his fingers to get a better view of them.
“Those do not look good.”, she told him as she released him and began to roam in her bag once more. “While I’m more than satisfied with the process of the injury on your lower abdomen, your hands are in a worrying state. They will definitely require further professional treatment. Until then, I can give you this.”
Pulling a jar of cream, she transferred some of it onto her palm and began to spread it over the critical area.
“Why do you think that they do not heal?”, the Elder who had moved to the other side of the room to sit in a chair asked, watching as the Medic pulled out new bandages to replace the old ones to prevent bacteria to from.
“They have been inflicted in an unfortunate area. Since the hands are something that a being regularly uses, the skin is stretched again and again, leaving it no rest to recover properly.”, the female explained, fixating the white cloth so that it would not fall of. “Though I must say, your skin, my human friend, is unusual dry as well, which of course complicates the process further. I will most likely have to put a balm together which provides the moisture that it requires.”
“I see.”, the Chapel Elder hummed, turning his head lightly so he could glimpse at Alexander’s face, which was lightly tense. He was clearly uncomfortable with what the doctor was doing, yet he did not resist any of her actions or orders. “Anything else?”
She gave a nod. “The wound on his stomach needs further treatment as well of course, for it is a rather impressive injury and cannot heal without supervision. But we can rest assured that it is already in the process of closing and should be completely gone by next month. Only a scar will remain.”
The human helped her to bandage his lower abdomen, as always refusing to let her see or touch his back. He made sure that it was tight enough to stay in place, yet loose enough not to be painful or an issue when moving. Once done, the beautiful man buttoned up his robe to hide his gorgeous body, his skilled fingers working quickly and precisely.
Speaking of clothes, they should probably get him something more presentable than such simple attire when he would step before the King tomorrow. It would be a shame if that natural beauty the other possessed would be dulled by lumps that could easily be replaced.
“That is good to hear. I take that this is as healthy as he can get in three days of recovering?”, the old Authority asked, watching as she pulled out a paper from her bag, the results of the blood sample that she had taken last night. A few seconds of silence followed in which her eye was squinted in concentration as she took in the information written upon it. Only when she was done, she gave a slow yet clear nod, and lifted her head to make eye contact with him.
“Yes, he is. While the blood samples still show a slight irritation, he is quite well compared to when he got here.”, she mused as she overlooked them once more to make sure that she does not give any false information. “The fever is gone, the inflammations have reduced, and while he still has some medical issues, his state of health is more than acceptable. If this treatment is continued, he will be completely healthy in a little more than two, maybe three weeks, if not any unfortunate event occurs, of course.”
“Thank the gods…” To hear those words was excellent. The Chapel Elder had to sigh in relief, and his eye softened a little. He had not even noticed that he had held his breath in anticipation of what the doctor had to say. That news would certainly thrill His Perfection.
As usual, the Medic ended the examination by injecting the medicine that the human now received at a regular basis and would continue to do so until it was decided otherwise. With care, the experienced female pierced his skin with the needle, squirting the liquid into his blood circle so that it could do what it was created to do, making sure to spend every last drop before pulling out, wiping the area with a tissue afterward.
“We are finished here. Thank you for your cooperation, Alexander. Your behavior has been excellent once again. I will make sure to remark this in my report.”, the doctor spoke as she began to sort her supplies back into her bag, making sure to get everything into the right order so that she would not have any issues shall there be an emergency. She was a Medic; it was her duty to be organized so that she could perform perfectly in the worst-case scenario and hopefully save the lives of her brethren. She rose to her hooves and brushed off her robe as if dust had settled upon the soft cloth. “I will lower the numbers of my visits from now on. Now, you only have to expect me every third day, for I believe that it is not necessary to observe your health as closely as we have done until now.”
“Well then…” The Elder stood from his seat, aware that the examination has officially ended. He stepped towards the female Authority, stretching his arm to set his hand onto her shoulder, beginning to guide her towards the door. “Let’s let him rest. It is getting quite late, and if I recall correctly, you have another appointment.”
“I indeed do. And I have to hurry as well, for I am already late. We have required more time than usual today.”, she confirmed as she walked along with him, throwing her bag over her shoulder causally as she did so. Yet before she left, she stopped in her tracks and turned towards the human once more. “One last thing, Alexander.”
That caught the young man’s attention, who had begun to already settle down as he truly had desired to sleep, unaware that he had been given something to urge his tiredness so that he would get enough rest for tomorrow’s events. His dark, clouded orbs met hers, a slight questioning in them. She took a deep breath, unaware of how she would formulate what she wanted to say next, remaining silent for seconds before releasing the air in her lungs through her nostrils, deciding to just settle on eight needed words that the human would only understand when the time would come.
“Good luck, my friend. You will need it.”
**Day 4, At the Castle**
It has surely been more than a decade since the King had last been so excited.
The monarch had been unable to sleep all night, the adrenaline rushing through his veins forcing him to remain awake and painfully await the morning. Every minute seemed to be an additional hour, the time passing in such a slow speed that he had suspected that it had stopped entirely. It was torture, yet he was sure that it was worth in the end.
Sitting upon his throne, his golden chalice rested in his hand, filled to the brim with a delicious drink that the King enjoyed quite often. He lifted it to his lips, and took a large sip, staring at the other side of the throne room as he awaited what he had yearned for in the last few days, feeling himself growing more and more impatient with every passing minute.
Any moment now, this door would open. Any moment now, his servants would come and bring him his beautiful human. Any moment now, he would finally see this gorgeous man with his own three eyes, and officially have him all to himself.
He had made sure that he was looking his best for Alexander, and as such had dressed in his most expensive attire and finest jewelry. He had even used the early hours of the day to let his fur get groomed and beard get trimmed and braided, removing any unruly hair string that tainted his flawless appearance. After all, all that breathing treasure should see was absolute Perfection.
Swallowing the sweet liquid in his mouth, he set his chalice onto the arm of his throne and moved to slide a small piece of paper out of his pocket. It was the picture of his human, which he had kept after he had torn it out of the medical report. He would be lying if he had said that he had not spent the majority of the night staring at it, unable to take his eyes off that black-haired, imperfect beauty that looked back at him with those dark eyes of his. He had even neglected all those reports from the Facilities, simply having them left untouched in his study for he had deemed the preparations for his soon to be man’s stay as more important.
He had taken it upon himself to make the quarters that will be inhabited by him human proof. With the help of the Book of Legends, he had made sure that this beautiful individual had all that he needed to feel secure and comfortable; Blankets, Pillows, Books and (a strange advice from a Chapel Elder) tons of pens. All that was missing now to complete the picture was Alexander himself.
And just as this thought came to his mind, the doors suddenly burst open, catching his attention, and causing his ears to twitch.
His breath quickened with excitement. He straightened his composure, holding his head high and his smile broad, the later only growing when he saw the Authorities walk in, creating a line along both sides of the red carpet resting on the floor, forming a path leading directly to the throne and the powerful male sitting upon it.
“Your Perfection, Alexander has officially arrived!”
The room became deadly silent after. All the King could hear now was his own rapid heartbeat, and the sound of quiet footsteps that approached steadily, giving away that someone was coming. Tightening his hold on the arms of his chair of royals, which almost broke by the sheer force he used, he leaned forward, the anticipation growing with every passing second as he waited for who he had yearned for to finally turn around the corner for him to see.
And by the gods, he was not disappointed.
Accompanied by the Chapel Elder, Alexander turned around the corner, in flesh and blood, looking absolutely, outstandingly gorgeous.
The black robe he wore, one made of the finest silk, fit him so well. It was tied to by his narrow waist with a belt, giving away his impressive built, yet also leaving much room for imagination. His incredibly long hair, freshly washed and brushed, was folded into a skillful braid, reaching below his wrists where they curled upwards. His pale skin, almost appearing pearly white in between all those dark contrasts surrounding it, almost appeared to glow in the dimly lit throne room, appearing so very soft and smooth despite all the scars and little wounds that taint its visible surface.
However, what took the cake was his eyes.
Two pitch-black orbs, which seemed to be as deep and dark as the void itself, a long, deep scar running over the right one, which let it appear a little brighter compared to its counterpart.
With a shaky huff of air, the King leaned back into his throne, and watched as his beautiful human came to a stop right in front of the platform his throne stood upon and was guided into a bow by the old Authority accompanying him. His movements, though a little shy, were elegant and fluid, almost appearing to be unreal as he lowered himself a little to pay the ruling monarch the respect that he deserved.
Taking a deep breath, the royal collected his thoughts and feelings, and began to speak.
“Greetings Alexander.”, he all but purred, his powerful voice as smooth as silk as it echoed through the throne room. “Finally, we meet face to face.”
Other than a curt nod, that gorgeous man did not answer, something that was to be expected, for he had not spoken a single word ever since he came here. It was not what he had hoped for, yet the royal male decided to ignore it, and proceeded with his speech.
“This is my castle, my residence, the location of all decisions, and most importantly, your new home.”, to underline his statement, he made a gesture to his surroundings with his arm before bowing himself, doing that all without rising from his seat. “And as the ruling monarch, I welcome you with joy in my heart.”
Straightening his back once more, the King made eye-contact with the human, seeking for any kind of emotion in those dark orbs, for any clue to how he felt. Sadly, there was nothing but an endless void in there, the walls that seemed to stand tall and proud effectively shielding his mind from any attempt to read it.
What an interesting ability. He wondered how he had acquired it.
“Of course, everything has already been prepared for your arrival. You have a room, a bed, everything you could ever desire, as far as the book of legends concerns.”, the hailed leader of the Authorities continued after a few seconds of silence, leaning back into his chair of royals once more. “Of course, shall you be missing something essential, feel free to inform me. You are, after all, a creature of legends, and it would be foul to not pay you the respect you deserve.”
At those words, Alexander’s expression finally changed. It was a small difference, easy to miss and gone just as quickly as it appeared, but it was there, and it spoke of disbelieve. He watched as the human moved to glance at the Elder who still stood next to him, and only when he turned back to him, he, in one fluid movement, bowed deeply to show his gratitude.
But the gracefulness and fluidness of this movement astonished the King. It was clear that he was not inexperienced in bowing to others.
Feeling warmth come to his cheek, the monarch cleared his throat and gestured the gorgeous man to straighten his back again. “That is enough, thank you.”, the King then decided to turn his attention away from his gorgeous new possession, and focus on the old Authority standing nearby and providing some sort of support. “Elder, tell me, has he eaten?”
“No, your Perfection. He has not yet consumed any meal.”, the male with the overgrown horns answered honestly, knowing that it was not only futile to tell the truth, but also unwilling to face the punishment that would come when he lied to his leader.
Alexander had been…less than thrilled when in the morning, he had been told that it was finally time to confront the monarch with his arrival. While he was offered a delicious meal so that he could gain strength, he outright refused, not even turning to look at it as if it was poisoned or something. Most likely, it had been the sudden stress that he surely had when he heard the news and killed all the appetite that he might have had, leaving him with an empty stomach to this moment.
He just hoped that after this suspiciously friendly and open introduction to the royal, he was a little more relaxed and ready to eat. That poor man was still in recovery and needed a good nutrition just as much as he needed rest.
And that’s why exactly he fears the moment he needed to leave and return to his Chapel, leaving the most likely terrified human, who was once again in a whole new environment with no one to turn to, alone with his rather unstable king, who was currently being far too friendly to not have some kind of evil scheme planned.
He just hoped that it all won’t turn out into a disaster.
->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->->
Chapter 1:
(Just a fun little idea for a My Beautiful Paper Smile Fanfiction that came to my head one night while I couldn't sleep. It's quite ridicule
Chapter 4:
(Just a fun little idea for a My Beautiful Paper Smile Fanfiction that came to my head one night while I couldn't sleep. It's quite ridicule
Chapter 6:
Coming soon
Happy Valentine's Day (MBPS King X Gender Neutral Reader)
Today was Valentine’s day.
The day of love, of affection, and sometimes even the day where two lonely hearts find one another. The parks were filled with couples who took a walk, striding alongside hand in hand, and many apartments filled with either sounds of pleasure or the smell of delicious food.
Almost every soul was occupied with their partner that day…but not Y/N.
As they now lived here, in another world so very different than their own, they had not expected the Authorities to know about Valentine’s Day. For them, it was a day like any other, full of testing the Joyous and getting rid of those who did not manage to pass their tasks. And as such, the human did not have a grudge as their beloved, the King himself, rose in the morning and left their quarters even a little earlier than usual, a mere kiss shared between them before they parted ways for many hours.
Y/N decided to spend their day in the gardens, to enjoy the silence and read the roman that they had started last week. It was a lovely story, about two beings in love, yet their very family being against it. It was quite a common tale, but if written correctly, it still was exciting to read.
To be honest, they were surprised that the monarch even allowed such a tragic story to exist in the official libraries, but they were glad he did and decided not to question it.
Humming a low tune to themselves as they lifted a cup of coffee/tea that they had made themselves. They took a sip as they flipped the page, ready to read the next passage. Yet before their eyes could even take in a single word that had been written upon it, an Authority walked up to them and cleared her throat to get their attention. Lifting their head at the noise, the human’s eyes widened in surprise, and they set their drink aside.
“Hello, Alicia.”, Y/N greeted her quickly, giving her a broader smile than usual as they know each other personally, as she was a loyal and high-ranked servant who had been on their side since their first arrival here. “Are you in need of something?”
“Yes, my Royalness. I indeed do.”, she spoke, addressing them with the title that the King had insisted for them to be addressed with. She even added a bow, despite them telling her one hundred times that she did not have to do that. “His glorious Perfection has required your presence in the dining hall immediately.”
Puzzled, the human set their book aside as well, raising from their spot as their eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Of course, their smile was still present, only not as strong as before as they took a step towards the other, worry slipping into their voice as they spoke. “And why, pray tell? Did he tell the reason? Is something wrong?”
Sadly, all the Authority could answer with was a shrug of her shoulders. “Regretfully, I do not know. All that I doknow is that he had spoken with most urgency, so I advise you to truly hurry.”, she said as she gently began to push them towards the door leading inside. “By how he sounded, I would not keep him waiting any longer.”
Nodding quickly, Y/N thanked their friend and royal servant as they went inside, and began to practically run through the hallways, cursing the castle for its size as they climbed the first massive set of stairs and their clothing, for the long robe certainly did nothing to help as they stumbled over it multiple times.
After what seemed like hours, they finally arrived at the door to the Dining Hall, panting heavily as they leaned against it. They took a minute to compose themselves, attempting to fix their hair and outfit, and once they had caught their breath and found that they looked somewhat presentable, they pushed it open and entered.
“You wanted to see me, love?”, they asked, searching for his massive figure, surprised to find him sitting in his chair dressed in his best attire and fines jewelry.
His fur was clearly freshly groomed, glistening in the light of the early hours of the day, swaying softly in the wind that blew through the open window. Even his beard was braided skillfully, bound together by a golden hairband.
Yet that the monarch looked his best of the best was certainly not the only mysterious occurrence right now. No, not at all.
In front of the powerful was a massive, wonderful, luxurious feast that could only be imagined in the wildest dreams. Every type of their favorite food was presented on it, not only from this world but from the human world as well, steaming strongly as a sign that it was fresh out of the kitchen.
Y/N stopped in their tracks, their body simply frozen in place as they stared at the scenery, dumbfounded.
“Hello, my beloved. I see that you like my little surprise?”, the King purred lowly as he rose from his seat, satisfied to see that astonished expression on his partner’s face, striding over them in his usual elegant manner. He broke them out of their stupor as he wrapped his long, clawed fingers around their chin, gently forcing them to raise their head and to meet his lips in a short yet passionate kiss.
Once they finally parted, Y/N shook their head, trying to gain their composure as they stuttered incoherently, not able to form one clear sentence despite having tried five or six times. The monarch simply watched in amusement, patiently waiting for them to finally speak in words instead of gibberish.
“H-how…w-why…w-what…Why did you…? What did you…? How did you…? H-Have I missed something?”, the human finally spat out, their eyes fastening between them and the powerful form of their lover as they tried to comprehend what they were seeing.
What the hell was going on?
The laugh that left the King’s throat was deep and rich with his powerful shoulders shaking. It echoed through the hall, clearly reaching the ears of those who surely guarded the doors separating them from the outside world. Once it was over, he shook his head and moved behind his loved one to push them towards the table, leaning his head over their shoulders as he spoke into their ear.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that you have missed it, my love.”, he hummed lowly as he pushed their chair back, sitting them down upon it, taking his own seat right after, swaying his robe aside elegantly. “No, not at all. At least not in the usual sense.”
More confused than before for what the King spoke made no sense at all, they stared at him as if he had just grown a fourth eye on his chin, their mere expression demanding for further explanation. Luckily, the royal never disappointed. He simply could not bear leaving them in the dark like this, not on such a special occasion at least.
“Well, my love.”, he began as he reached for the bottle of fine wine standing upon, unscrewing it before he began to fill royal chalice as well as a beautifully decorated wine glass with the red, delicious liquid, careful not to spill a single drop. “As we had spoken last week about special events, this one special day has caught my attention, and has plagued me in my sleep.”
Setting the bottle aside, he handed the glass over to them, and leaned back in his seat, giving them a smile that was much slyer than usual. “And you know me, my dearest, once something plagues me, I will not stop until I find a solution. And as such, I did some research to finally soothe my racing thoughts. And then I found out about a certain tradition that is spread in your world.”
Y/N kept silent, listening intently to what the monarch had to say, clinging onto the delicate surface just weak enough for it not to break.
“After digging further into that matter, I found that where you are from, that on this day it is very important to show the partner the appreciation that one has for the other. And since you do mean very much to me, I decided to clear this day of any meeting I might have had and participate.” Lifting the chalice, the King grinned even wider than usual. “As such, my lovely gem, I wish you Happy Valentine’s day.”
The human did not quite know what to say.
They knew that they were important to the King, the monarch had mentioned it quite often, yet they had been oblivious to the fact that they held such a special place in his heart. It was a massive, yet pleasant surprise that warmed their heart.
Only after an entire minute of silence which they needed to comprehend what had been just said, they finally managed to speak. “T-thank you…”, they breathed heavily, the smile on their lips speaking of so much happiness and love that it made the monarch’s own soar with pride of being the reason. It made the fur on the back of his neck stand up in appreciation of what was surely about to come after they had finished this dinner.
Clinging their glasses against each other, they took swigs of the wine synchronically. Once they were done, the King reached for the knife and looked at his beloved as he mentioned towards the food with it.
“Now, my dearest gem, what would you prefer to start with? I have planned so much for today, and there is no reason for us to waste time after all~.”
