✟summary: Spooky month has arrived in Twisted Wonderland. This meant taking your boyfriends nephew out for trick-or-treating. So you had the amazing idea of couples costume. To bad Leona hates that idea.
"Are you ready yet, Leona?" your voice shouted from outside your boyfriend's dorm room. Your back was leaning against the wall, and you were only met with silence. You had been waiting for 20 minutes. 20 minutes for him to put on his Halloween costume, that you had force him to wear. It shouldn't take him this long. You waited a bit more for Leona to respond, your eyes shifted to check on Cheka, who was wearing a cute little undead pirate costume. He seemed alright, though you knew he was growing impatient waiting for his uncle. The young child had been so looking forward to go trick-or-treating with Leona, so you were not going to let him down.
Sighing once again, you turned your attention back to the door. "Leona?" You raised a brow, wondering if he had snuck out of the window to get out of going trick-or-treating with you and Cheka. You wouldn't doubt it. Leona was adamant he was NOT going to wear a costume, most certainly not a couples' costume. In his words, they was 'corny as hell, and the couples who do that were insufferable.' But I guess here you are, waiting for him to put on his costume that would match yours for tonight.
It was quite until you finally heard his gruff voice. "I'm not coming out..." Leona spoke, making you frown slightly. "I look stupid..." That comment made you roll your [Eye Colour] eyes. Such a baby, he couldn't look that bad.
Ruggie, who had been watching this whole thing from the sidelines, chuckled, enjoying hearing Leona suffer. "Oh, come on, Leona, it can't be that bad" he grinned ear to ear, obviously trying to taunt the Kingscholar out of his room and see the costumes you had forced him in. "What did you even put him in anyway?" The hyena asked, his gaze now falling to you, racking his head to figure out who you were so he could know who Leona was meant to be. "A banana?" He joked, watching you shift about in the big yellow puffy dress.
Before you had time to respond to your friend's question, a low growl could be heard before the door slammed open, making everyone jump from the sound of the door hitting the wall. Stood in the door way, Leona was dressed in a blue and golden tail coat, underneath a golden velvet, white dress shirt with something wrapped around his neck and black trousers. Though that wasn't the thing that caught Ruggie's eyes. Around his head was what looked to be a mane. "I look stupid" he says again balling up his fist in both anger and embarrassment.
"Oh my Great Seven" Ruggie's mouth hung agape in shock as he finally absorbed what Leona truly meant to be. "This. Is. Golden" he snickered, trying his hardest not to bust out laughing at the scene standing right infront of him, knowing fully well Leona would give him hell for it later. "You're beauty." Ruggie pointed to you, his mind finally clicking. His finger then went to the pouty lion. "While you're the beast from the old tale."
"Shut it" Leona snapped wanted nothing more to get out of this stupid thing.
With another roll of your eyes, you had moved past the hyena, a small glare sent his way telling him he's not helping, and to the pissed-off-looking boyfriend, fixing his tailcoat so it didn't look wonky. "It was the only costume Sam had in stock in short notice" you tried to argue back, though you knew it wouldn't work. "And anyway." You stepped back with a proud smile spread across your face. "It kinda fits" you muttered the last bit quickly, hoping he wouldn't hear fast enough.
Quickly covering his face, Ruggie snorted at your funny remark, nodding along to the comment.
Leona could only glare at both of you, his emerald eyes boring into you two with intensity. If his nephew weren't here, he'd unleash a string of words that'd shock a sailor. But Cheka? The kid had ears like, well...A lion. And Leona had zero interest in hearing his sister-in-law's wrath if those words made their way back to her...That woman? Not someone worth pissing off.
"Can we go now!" Little Cheka popped up between you and his uncle, eyes glittering with sugar-fueled hope. Maybe, just maybe, the good candy was still there, just waiting for the young cub to get his paws on it.
"Of course!"
"No!"
Your answers collided as neither of you could come to an agreement. Cheka slumped against the wall with a tiny 'hmph,' realizing that this argument showed no signs of ending. Sadly, that meant no candy. The beast child cub stood beside Ruggie, both their gazes watching the scene of the two of you bickering. "Do Uncle Leona and Auntie [Name] always argue like... this?"
With a pat on Cheka's head, Ruggie grinned from ear to ear at the display, like his own little reality TV show. "It's their love language" he shrugged, kind of wishing he had popcorn. He knew that in a few moments, you'd say something in that sickly sweet voice of yours, something that was always whispered in Leona's ears, and then boom, the lion would be putty in your hands.
"Oh, come on kitty" your voice calmed down, going to a more low sultry tone. Filling the grap in between the two of you, your fingers taped against his chest. "Who cares what people think." And here it comes, the moment Ruggie had been standing here waiting for. Moving forward, you whispered, making his ears twitch slightly as your cool breath and teasing words hit his sensitive ears. "I think you look absolutely handsome, like a real beast..." you continued talking, fueling the lions ego more with each flirtatious words that left your perfect lips.
Liking where this was going, Leona wrapped a strong arm around your waist. With a smug grin, the older Kingscholar prince had finally fallen right into your hands, just as Ruggie had predicted. "Fine, I'll go," he spoke, trying to sound unbothered by the way you were leaning against him, batting your eyelashes up at him. "But I'm not wearing the mane" he was quick to add, pulling off the headpiece with his free hand.
With a triumphant smile, you nodded, not really bothered by him not wearing the mane. It wasn't an important part of the costume, and anyway, people would still know who you guys were meant to be. A small kiss was placed against Leona's cheek, and before he could react, you moved out of his arm, turning to his nephew who looked bored out of his little mind. "Cheka! We can go now!" you responded cheerfully, a hand held out towards the young prince.
As soon as those words left your mouth, Cheka's ears immediately perked up, and before you could blink, his small hands were clamped around yours. "Come on then, Auntie [Name]!" He chirped, his small form bouncing you towards the exit. Your giggles melted into the air, already enjoying the moment.
Leona watched from afar as the two left the dorm halls, secretly kind of looking forward to later. But that moment was quickly cut short when the lion was met with the hyena still standing there, a smug grin dancing across his face. "Oh, shut up" the beastman snapped, already dreading Ruggie's laugh that was soon coming.
"That girl really has you wrapped around her finger hehe."
✟summary: Meeting Sally Jackson, your boyfriend's mom, for the first time. What would she think of you?
“Breathe [Name], my mom is going to love you” Percy chuckles out, trying his best to reassure you of your worries. He leads you up the stairs to his and his mom’s apartment, a hand gently against your back as a way to soothe your nerves.
In your hands were a bouquet of flowers, that you were going to gift to your boyfriend’s mother, your fingers nervously fidgeting with the stems. “What if she doesn’t?” you exclaim, the feeling of your heart thumping against your chest as you neared your destination. The thought of Percy's mother not liking you was something that had been constantly on your mind for the past few weeks since arranging for you to stay at Percy’s house for the holidays. “My last boyfriend’s mom hated me!” you whine, your eyes widening at the memory of you in 4th Grade knocking on your “boyfriend’s” front door, so you could hang out and his mom answering. Let’s just say she was not happy to know her baby boy was being taken from her. You weren’t really bothered anyway, being in 4th Grade it was your first relationship, which only lasted two weeks. But this relationship, you were dead serious about this one. You care about Percy and needed his mom to like you!
Chuckling at your getting so stressed about whether his mom was going to like you or not, Percy wrapped a strong arm over your shoulders, pulling you into him as they both walked down the corridor. “Trust me” Percy starts, his tone warm and reassuring. “My mom is going to love you” he repeats the same line he’s been telling you since picking you up from camp. He then pressed his lips against your cheek, the feeling melting away the worry that had been brewing inside you.
Butterflies formed in your stomach and you couldn’t help the smell smile growing on your lips. You were nervous as fuck about meeting his mother, but at the same time, the warmth of your boyfriend’s arm over your shoulder, and his lips against your cheek was enough to calm your raging nerves. “Maybe you’re right…” you sigh out while looking away bashfully. Maybe you’re overthinking things, maybe you and Sally will become great friends even!
“Good” Percy finally voice speaks up, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Because we’re here” he informs as he takes his arm off your shoulder and his knuckles thumping against the door, the sound echoed through the corridor of the apartment complex. Immediately your confidence fades away and your grip you had on the flowers tightens. Not ready, you were definitely not ready. Noticing from the corner of his eye of you about to make a break for it. “Oh no you don’t” Percy swiftly wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping a firm grip to stop you from escaping, just as the door opened.
On the other side of the door, stood a woman with a smile so bright, it could rival Apollo’s. Her chestnut brown hair sat perfectly against her shoulders as her blue eyes held the same brightest as her smile. This was the famous Sally Jackson, the Mother of Percy Jackson. Quickly as she saw her son, Sally engulfed him in a hug. “Percy!” She sighs in relief at seeing him. After a few moments, Sally pulled away, her hands cupping her son's cheeks. “I hope you made it here safely and there was no complications?” She asks, her eyes scanning Percy's body for injuries.
Percy shrugged his mom off him, a slight pink tint appearing on his cheek. “Mom…” the messy-haired teenager muttered out, embarrassed that, you, his girlfriend, were watching this interaction. “I’m fine. No need to worry so much…” Sally just chuckled at her son, before her attention turned to you.
You stiffened slightly, now having the woman’s attention now on you. Her smile never faulted, actually, it got brighter, if that was ever possible. “And you must be [Name]” Sally says her voice was like honey, sweet and smooth, that was comforting. But all you could reply with a simple nod.
Noticing how tense you seem to be, Percy gently nudges his shoulder into yours. The unexpected contact startling you out of your thoughts. Lifting your gaze to look up at him, you saw him pointing at something with his eyes. Confused for a moment before you realised it was the flowers he was looking at. Making an O shape with your mouth, it finally clicking at what he was trying to tell you. ‘Give her the flowers’. Turning back to Sally, you smiled sheepishly. In the back of your head, you were screaming at yourself, you were already screwing this up! How embarrassing is that?! “For you, Miss Jackson” you manage to speak out, holding the flowers out towards her.
Taking the flowers, Sally brought them to her nose and took a deep inhale. Closing her eyes, a smile spread across her lips. Her blue eyes opened, and her attention was focused on the young demi-god before her. She then took a step towards you, pulling you into a tight hug. The sudden movement startled you. For a moment you just stood there, shocked by what had just happened. “Thank you, dear. And please call me Sally” Sally says softly as she pulls away, her smile still present. Relaxing, a blush crept across your face and you nodded in reply. Feeling the heat, you rubbed the back of your neck shyly. Not sure what to do or say, you glanced up at Percy, who was smiling proudly. “Come in” Sally says as she moves to the side for you and Percy to make your way inside.
You walked into the apartment, immediately being hit with the scent of freshly baked cookies. The delicious aroma filled the air making your mouth water instantly. Percy appeared beside you, wrapping an arm casually around your shoulders “Mmm, smells amazing, right” he asked, his arm resting comfortably around you. You nodded in agreement, the scent making your stomach rumble. “My mom makes the best cookies” he informed, a smile growing across his lips. You knew this, Percy would talk non-stop about how his mom is an amazing baker. But you always wondered, were his claims true or were they exaggerated. You guess today was the day you found out.
Sally walked out of the kitchen, holding the freshly baked cookies. The cookies themselves were an eye-catching deep blue, adorned with generous chocolate chips that dotted their surface. Gods they looked delicious. "Take one," Sally said, offering you the tray.
Percy's eyes lit up at the word, a sly smirk playing on his lips. “Oh, don’t mind if I do,” he said, reaching out to grab one of the enticing treats. Before he could pick up the cookie his hand was gently smacked away by his mother, who sent him a disapproving frown. “Our guests first” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. All Percy could do was pout dramatically as he watched you pick up a cookie, bringing it to your lips. Sweet, buttery dough melted in your mouth and was quickly followed by the satisfying crunch of the chocolate chips.
Sally retreated back to the kitchen, leaving you and Percy alone, who had now with his mom’s famous cookies in hand. “See” speaking to you with a mouthful of the treat. “Told you she’ll love you.” He looked incredibly smug as he chewed, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction as if he had just proven himself right about something.
✟summary: After Leona’s brother disturbs a date the two of you were having, you now have to babysit Cheka for a few hours. Leona isn’t very pleased that he has to share.
Leona hated sharing. He never liked others taking things that were his. Most definitely someone taking the attention of his girlfriend. Now you might be wondering who this person was that made this beastman jealous. Well…
“Auntie [Name], let’s play!” Cheka giggled, pouncing into the girl’s arms. You laughed along with the young cub, agreeing to play whatever game. Only a few feet away from them, under a tree, laid Leona. His eyes were closed but he was most definitely not asleep. His ears twisted in annoyance, wondering how did he got himself in this situation…Oh yeah, his pompous brother, that’s who.
Leona and you were on a date in his dorm room. Not really a date. If you consider your boyfriend was just snoozing away, as you played with his hair, a date. All of a sudden, Falena barged into the room. Pissed that he was awoken from his slumber, the Emerald-eyed lion was about to go off on his brother but stopped when the older Kingscholar plotted down the ginger-headed kid, asking him to watch Cheka for a few hours. About to tell his brother absolutely not, you had cut him off, speaking for the grumpy man. “Of course!” You smiled happily, taking the little prince off of Leona’s lap. Ignoring the glare your boyfriend gave you, instead, you looked at the little prince, making funny faces at him, giggling when he did the same.
Back to the present, Leona sat, watching as his girlfriend and his nephew played another game of hide and seek. This day was meant to be just the two of you. Just you and him cuddled up on his bed, relaxing. But nope, it just had to be ruined. Leona despised your attention on someone else, even if it was a child. Little Cheka was taken away all the attention from you, you haven’t even glanced at Leona ever since the brat was dumped on the two of you.
With a roll of his eyes, Leona turned away from the sight, jealous thoughts filling his mind. Finally getting out of breath from chasing Cheka around, you yelled out to the energetic boy, telling him you were going to take a break. Walking over to where Leona was, you flopped down beside him. “That kid's a handful” you giggled, wiping the sweat that was running down your forehead. Turning to look at the lion, you noticed how much grumpier he looked, if that was even possible. His arms crossed over his chest, his jaw clenched and a scowl painted his face. There was definitely something wrong, this just wasn’t the beastmans resting face. “Is something the matter?” Your attention now fully on your boyfriend.
Emerald eyes glanced at you, Leona’s face softening for a moment before it went back to his usual grumpy scowl. “Nothing…” he muttered, eyes closing, pretending to go sleep. Though, you didn’t believe him. Not for a minute. He was as transparent as a glass when there was something wrong. Leaning forward slightly, your eyes narrowed at your boyfriend, trying to figure out what was wrong with him. Did he not take his usual 12 o'clock nap? Feeling your eyes boarding into his skull, Leona opened one of his eyes. “What?” He asked, raising a brow. After a few moments of silence from you Leona just rolled his eyes, looking away from you, with his head held up high.“Just go a play with that brat” he huffed out and at that moment it all came together.
“You’re jealous!” You exclaimed as you leaned away with a victory smile. As soon as those words left your mouth, Leona quietly turned to you, his emerald eyes wide. He tried to protest but you had cut him off. “Leona, jealous of a chil-“A hand was slapped over your mouth and Leona’s piercing eyes narrowed down at you.
Taking a deep breath, trying to calm his raging nerves the lion finally spoke. “Don’t repeat it” he muttered out, a slight dark red tinge on his cheeks. “Don’t” he repeated as he released his hand from your mouth. He then leaned back against the tree again, taking a few deep breaths. You watched, a soft smile plastered on your lips. “I’m not…you know…of that brat, so get that smug smile on your stupid face” the brown-headed beastman growled out. Leona wasn’t jealous, that's what he kept repeating to himself, he’s not jealous, he’s not jealous!
Moving a hand and intertwining it with his, you gave the prince a reassuring smile. “It’s ok to be jeal-“You quickly stopped yourself when said jealous Kingscholar gave you a warning glare. “That word that we will not repeat.” you chuckled out nervously before a soft smile came up on your lips. “It’s natural” you say, patting his hand. Also quite cute, but you would never admit that to Leona. Knowing him it would only make him even more embarrassed and also piss him off. As you looked back up to him, you saw that your words of reassurance had not helped. Even after being told this, the feeling still lingered, even if it he was jealous because of a child. “Anyway” you smile causing Leona to finally look at you, wondering what you were going to say next. “You’re my favourite.”
Those three words seemed to work like magic. The scowl faded and a smirk soon was revealed. “Of course I am” he says with his usual cocky smile. He then lifted his arm and slid it over your shoulder, pulling you close to him. It was funny, and cute, to see his whole demeanour changed by just those words. He buried his nose deep in the crook of your neck, clinging to your body like a clingy kitten, unwilling to let go.
Giggling at your boyfriend’s actions, you ran your fingers through his dark wavy hair, enjoying the moment you were having, even if you were in an uncomfortable position. “Silly kitty” you say in a hushed tone, which earned you a tight warning squeeze on your hips. “But your my silly kitty”
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if you were given the chance that.. you get to have ONE wish granted, what would it be?
like a wish you are willing to sell your soul for, what would it be?
🌸Hmm, that’s a hard question. I have many wishes. But if I had to choose one, it would probably be to travel to any anime/manga/game/universe I want. I know that this isn’t the most original answer but come on. I could be in the world of my favourite anime! Meet my comfort character. I would sell my soul, but truth be told I would sell my soul for anything lol🌸
✟warning: ⚠️Mention Of Suicide Unhealthy Obsession, Toxic Relationship⚠️
✟One-Short
✟fandom: Twisted Wonderland
✟summary: Realising that your relationship with Kalim wasn’t healthy, you break up with him. It doesn’t go as planned…
You love Kalim, you truly do. He’s sweet, kind and thoughtful, what else could you ask for? But there was one problem. He was too clingy. Constantly stuck by your side, it was beginning to become unhealthy and slightly annoying. Sleepovers at his dorm started to become the usual. It was as though you were living there now. Whenever you tried bringing it up, Kalim would be quick to shut you down, changing the subject. But could only take those things for so long.
You rarely hung out with your friends anymore and when you did, Kalim was there by your side, with his ‘sweet innocent’ smile. You had finally snapped when your boyfriend somehow got all your classes changed to his. Kalim was becoming way too much to handle. So what did you do? It was time to break up with him.
“Please!” Kalim shouted, eyes watering as he blocked the exit, forcing you to stop in your tracks. He stared up at you with his watery red eyes. “Please” he repeated, the second-year's voice cracking slightly. “Don’t leave, we can talk about this.” It tore your heart to see Kalim like this, but it just had to be done. Your relationship just wasn’t healthy for either of you
“You have to move,” you said calmly. Your eyes tearing away from him, guilt eating away at you. Kalim didn’t move an inch though, his feet cemented to the ground. You could see tears slowly roll down his cheeks, but you just couldn't give in, not again… “Kalim-“ you spoke firmly but before you could say anything more, the white-headed teen dropped to his knees, hands clasping on your uniform.
You froze in place as the Prince buried his head into your stomach. “Please, please, please” He cried out over and over again until his words became incomprehensible. You could only stand there. What else could you do? You already felt terrible for making him like this, you couldn’t just push Kalim off you. And it didn’t help with people walking past and giving you a dirty look. Kalim had stopped. pulling his face away from your uniform and looking up at you, tears staining his cheeks. “Is it because I don’t pay enough attention to you” he stated. His face was serious and determined. “I’ll give you anything! Jewellery, the newest and most expensive clothes. You just name it, it’s yours!” He exclaimed a crazy smile plastered across his face, making your blood run cold. Trying to tell him that money wasn't the issue but he just wouldn’t listen, too caught up in his own world.
Suddenly, Kalim grabbed both of your hands, pulling himself up from the ground. “I need you” he whispered, eyes boring into yours. You tried to pull away but Kalim’s grip was surprisingly strong.
“Stop it” you begged, tears threatening to spill from your [Eye colour] eyes.
His grip on your hand only tightened, knuckles nearly turning white. “I’ll die without you” his voice was shaky and unsteady. He looked deranged.
Thoughts began forming at what the prince had just told you. Scenes played out in your mind of what he would do to himself. All because of you. “Please don’t” you muttered softly, a single tear sliding down your cheek. The words he used, the way he spoke, the look in his eyes, they all made you feel guilty. You knew this was his plan. To cry, to beg. Making you feel like the bad guy, like you were being a bitch. And what shocked you the most, it was actually working.
Kalim smiled softly releasing his grip off you. He raised his hands, cupping both sides of your cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumb. "Then don’t leave me" he spoke gently. He didn’t even wait for you to respond. He already knew the answer just by the way you get out a defeated sigh. Not even wasting a second, he pulled you into a tight hug, whispering sweet honey words into your ear.
You could never leave. This was your life. Stuck in this toxic relationship. Even if you somehow manage to get yourself out of it, Kalim always gets what he wants. He will bring you back, he always finds a way.
✟summary: After coming back from visiting family, Floyd has a little surprise for you involving your boyfriend Azul
Spring break had ended, your boyfriend, Azul and the twins had spent the break with their families and today you finally were going to see him again after a plainly long few weeks of being apart. You called him but usually, they would last for an hour. So now with Azul back from the Coral Sea the two of you planned on meeting up at the Lounge.
Walking into the Mostro Lounge that you had oddly missed, not even a few seconds, Floyd had jumped out from nowhere, smiling, showing off his sharp toothy grin. “Hiya Shrimpy~” the teal-headed teen teased watching with excitement as you nearly jumped out of your skin. Your eyes were wide open and you took a deep breath, placing a hand over your heart trying to calm it down. You most definitely didn’t miss this.
Giving Floyd a nervous smile, you gave him a small wave, muttering out your own hello. A long arm slithered around your neck, pushing you closer towards Floyd’s body. A mischievous smile danced around his face, putting you on edge. You never could get a read on him. “Do you need something, Floyd” you questioned, watching him giggle in response. He had something planned and that scared you.
“I’ve got you a present~,” Floyd said in a sing-song voice, leading you over to an empty table. Sitting yourself down in one of the booths, the teal-headed teen sat himself across from you smiling with glee. He reached into his pocket, you watched with furrowed brows waiting for him to pull out something frightening. Yet it didn't come. Instead, he placed down a stack of pictures. Warily you sent Floyd a suspicious look, still not trusting him.
Slowly reaching out towards the pictures, you pulling them closer towards your side of the table. Looking at the first one, staring up at you with wide cornflower blue innocent eyes was a platinum white-haired chubby mer-octopus baby. Glancing up at Floyd with a wide grin stretched across your face, you stared at him in disbelief. Flipping through them, you recognise the baby to be Azul. “Where did you even get these from?” You questioned, your eyes not even looking up, too captivated by the adorable picture of your boyfriend. “Cuz Azul would have never agreed to give there’s to you” you pointed out with a laugh.
With his hand resting against his head, Floyd was slouching in the booth with a bored expression. “His mom” he replied with a shrug, his eyes fixated on the aquarium tank next to him, watching as the fish go by. “Told her that Azul's partner would love to see baby pictures of their boyfriend and she was more than happy to give them to me” he added.
Laughing to yourself, you glanced down at the next picture. A fond smile grew across your face as you were met with a picture of Azul inside a clay pot. “Aww,” you gushed out loud, a hand covering your mouth to hide your giggles. He was a cute baby. Footsteps were heard coming which caught Floyd’s attention but you, on the other hand, were too busy looking at the next picture to notice. Floyd immediately knew who it was and I mischievous smirk spread across his face.
“My dear, If I had known you were here I wouldn’t have kept you waiting” came the familiar voice of your boyfriend. Your face paled when you heard Azul's voice. Slowly you glanced up, Azul was standing only a few feet away from you and next to him was Jade, holding the same smug expression as Floyd. Smiling nervously at your boyfriend, you tried to hide the guilty look on your face. “What are you looking at?” Azul questioned, his eyes looking down at the pictures you were holding. You stayed silent, not knowing how to tell him you were looking at pictures of him which he was self-conscious about.
It didn’t take Azul that long to figure it out. A bright pink blush engulfed his entire face and he glared daggers at the twins. You placed the picture down on the table confirming to Azul it was what he was thinking. “That was why you were distracting me in my office” Azul accused Jade, pointing an angry finger at him. “So your brother could show my partner!” Picking up the photos off the table he shook them around in anger. “THESE baby photos of ME!” Jade only smiled, a hand covering his mouth hiding his chuckles.
Watching your boyfriend this humiliated made you feel guilty. You knew he was self-conscious about how he looked in the past and you still looked, but how could you not? Sliding out from your seat, you placed a reassuring hand on his arm, stroking him gently. “Let’s just go in your office” you suggested, looking up at Azul who was still blushing like mad. Nodding, Azul began walking with you to his office, but not without telling the twins that he’ll talk to them later.
Entering the office, Azul marched towards his desk, sitting down with a huff. He flipped through the pictures muttering angrily about something. Closing the door, you bit the bottom of your lip, trying to come up with something. You knew he wasn’t upset with you, but you couldn't help but feel guilty. It seemed as though he was going to cry and that broke your heart. “This is such an ugly picture of me” you heard him mutter to himself.
Stopping by his desk, you looked over his shoulder seeing what he was talking about. It was the picture of him in the pot that you were gushing about only a few minutes ago. “That’s my favourite” you stated, leaning against him. Azul turned his head, frowning up at you. “It’s such an adorable picture” you continued, taking the picture off him. Azul scoffed at your words, obviously not believing them, thinking they were just a way to make him feel better. “I’m serious! I don’t even know why you hate it. You look adorable” you reassured, taking the picture from him. Pouting, Azul didn't say anything, too flustered to actually talk. “Perfect in my eyes.”
Azul hated feeling this vulnerable, especially around you. But you never really judged him and he appreciated you for that. When looking at a version of him, Azul could see all his flaws, but you always seemed to see the best in him.
✟summary: Having to get ready for school, you needed to get dressed but your beastman boyfriend refuses to let you get up.
Bright blinding light slowly crept into the room, making its way to a sleeping you. Feeling the light hit you, your [Eye colour] eyes fluttered open but not without a groan escaping your mouth. Glancing around the sunlit room, you found yourself in the warm plush bed of your boyfriend, Leona Kingscholar. It took you a moment for you to realise how early it was and when you did another groan left your lips. You wished you could just sleep in for another hour, but knowing that if you did would miss breakfast, and you were not doing that again.
So with a huff, you sat up from the bed, letting the silk sheets fall from your body and onto your lap. Looking beside you was your sleeping beastman boyfriend. Knowing if you tried to wake the man up from his beauty sleep, it would just be futile. You know what they say, never wake a sleeping lion.
Carefully and quietly you removed the sheets for your legs and began slowly getting yourself out of the king-size bed. Each creek the bed made a cringe would make its way to your face. Even with the slow and careful movements, as soon as your feet touch the wooden floor, a strong arm slithered around your waist making you jump at the feeling. “And where do you think you’re going?” a deep groggy voice asked from behind you.
Looking over your shoulder, you find Leona wide awake, his eyes tiredly glaring up at you. “School” you replied getting up once again, but was pushed back down, his arm firmly wrapped around you, keeping you in place. “Leona, I need to go, I’m starving” you told him, but he just replied with a grunt, not caring what you were saying. Pulling you closer, the brown-haired lion nuzzling his head into your back, ignoring your protests.
He was always like this. Every time you spend the night at his, he would not let up get ready the next day. Sometimes you would listen and snuggle up with Leona other times you would have to fight your way out of his strong grip and this would lead to a very grumpy lion.
Trying to pry his arms from your waist you were met with a low warning growl coming from Leona. Surprise by this you stop, you feel his grip tighten and his hot breath hit your back. “Why are you like this” you giggled not really taking your boyfriend seriously. Falling back down onto the bed in defeat, you turned to face Leona and smirked dancing on your face.
Leona leaned his head towards your neck and nuzzled against it. “Shut up, herbivore” he muttered against your neck, his fangs grazing against your soft skin, making you shudder at the feeling. “You're so loud in the morning” Leona continued to mutter, his words tickling your skin.
“And you’re clingy” you teased him, making him roll his emerald eyes. With Leona cuddled up beside you, you began to pet the beastman’s hair. Leona would never say it out loud, but he loved the way your hands would stroke the top of his head, careful not to touch his sensitive ears. It would relax him and sometimes you might even hear him purr. You enjoy mornings like this where you could just sleep in with Leona. And even though you were going to miss breakfast, it was worth it.
Warning: ⚠️Yandere, Unhealthy Obsession And Mention Of Kidnapping.⚠️
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Malleus watched as the girl that he soon came to love slept peaceful unknowing that the dark-haired fae was watching her. Next to her was a sleeping Grim, who, ever now and then would mumble something about tuna in sleep. But Malleus ignored the sleeping Cat. All that he cared about was her.
Y/N L/N. The only human to catch the fae’s eyes. She was beautiful, of course, but that wasn’t the reason why Malleus fell for the girl. It was the fact that she wasn’t scared of him. She never cowered in fear when he was around like other humans do. She even gave him a nickname. Tsunotarou...Even when she found out who he really was she still called him that silly name. Every time he heard her say that nickname to him, Malleus felt his heart skip a beat.
Malleus love soon turned into an unhealthy obsession. All he would do was watch Y/N. Every night when she fell asleep he would come into her dorm and watch her sleep. Whenever he couldn’t watch her, he would usually get Sebek, Silver or Lilia. Y/N knew someone or something was watching her. From the corner of her eye, she could see someone watching her. But when she turned to have a proper look at it, it vanished into fin air. It was kind of creeping her out. When she told her friends about they would brush her off, tell her it was probably in her head. But it wasn’t...
Malleus smiled softly down at his darling. Even when sleeping she was still beautiful. All Malleus wanted to do at that moment was to hold his dear Y/N, but he couldn’t. All the dark fae could do was watch. He had to wait. In just a couple more day she would be his. Willingly or not, Malleus doesn’t care. All that matters is that she will be his. He placed a gloved hand out to the girl’s cheek, staring at her with a loving gaze. “Soon my dear...Soon will be together...” Malleus whispered softly, being careful not to wake the sleeping girl. He removed his hand off of Y/N before taking a step back. “I will do everything in my power to have you, Y/N...”Malleus told the sleeping girl as a smirk started to grow on the princes lips. “Even if I have to kidnap you.” And just like that, Malleus disappeared.
Going to be doing Twisted Wonderland now. Just got back into it!!! Also sorry I haven’t been writing but I just had to take a break from all this I don’t know if I’m going to be back for good but I’m going to try to upload as much as possible.
✥ warnings: yandere themes, platonic relationships, spoilers, death mentions, reader being neglected.
✥ request by anon! Hello! Can you do yandere Athanasia and Yandere Claude with Innocent Reader who is Claude daughter but Athanasia younger sister?
✥ a/n: yes, i can! anon :) also the end might be quiet rush since i didn’t know how to end so yeah.
✥ the second daughter of claude was different from athanasia. born from a contract marriage with a noble lady, the little girl grown up to be lonely most of her time at the palace. since father was always busy with his work or preferring to be by himself and mother who was dead due a carriage accident earlier that year.
✥ even with the lack of parenting from both sides, that didn’t stop the young girl to become someone kind to the servants and to athanasia herself. the two girls who were ignored by their parents become closer to each other, become each other pillar as everyone were against them. inside their little minds, nothing could go wrong.
✥ until that very day when athanasia was accused of poisoning jennete and sentenced to death. that moment made you cry in the middle of the public, begging father that athy would never do such thing to anyone, but he didn’t listen your pleads. athanasia lost her life and you lost your sister that day, making you become depressing and once of age, you were thrown into a loveless nobleman from another empire.
✥ in the new timeline, athy won’t left that happen. knowing about how the plot will happen, she will rewrite the tragic destiny between you and her, making sure they both of you will get the happy end that you always dreamed about it.
✥ first, when your biological mother died, instead of searching for claude for any type of emotional support, athy was the one who comforted you. the tears of your eyes dirty her nightgown was more than enough to realize how precious you are too this words, she can’t afford to lose you again.
✥ times goes on, athy and you grown up to become closer than ever. unfortunately, things take a different turn when both of you first meet claude that day. the emperor stares at both athy and you.
✥ claude forget about the existence about the two of you, he can’t deny that. yet, the blond never expected to see the two of his children together and playing with jewelry at the back of the garden. he can’t change the past, of course, but he change the way he will treat the two of better for now on.
✥ athy plan wasn’t to make claude care about her and you, yet she can ask him for jewelry and maybe gold for the future escape. but for some reason, she feels bad about me it.
✥ despite all the pain you’ve been through, your naivety always lead you to wish for claude affection since she can remembers and now, you’ve catch his attention alongside with gifts and candies that bring a sweet smile on your face. maybe staying around the palace is a better way to protect you.
✥ now the two of you live a better life as Claude recognize their daughters. the servants now treat you so diligently and care about your safety, not letting you go out of the palace since the emperor himself ordered to all the residents that unlike athanasia, you can’t never leave home alone. his words were clear and sharp to those who serve him, and those who disobey him will suffer.
✟warning: Yandere, mention of murder, reader being drugged.
✟one-short
✟fandom: Who Made Me A Princess
✟summary: After your maid spilled tea all over your lap, Claude knew she had gone…
✟a/n: This I meant to be a side story. Check out my other Yan Claude for this story to make sense if you haven’t. Also sorry I haven't been updated much but a lot has been going on. Going to try and update now.
Hissing in pain as the boiling liquid spilt all over your lap and in the process staining your dress. In the pain, you drop your cup and it landed on the soft glass, breaking its fall “I am so sorry my lady!” Annie your maid exclaimed, snatching up a nearby napkin and tried to remove the stain. Keyword, tried. All the maid was doing was making it worse.
Claude who was sat beside you, watching intensely, glaring dagger at the poor worker. The murderous glint in his diamond eyes sent chills down everyone including yours if you had noticed. You were much more occupied with Annie and the burning pain to even notice the emperor. Oh how Claude wanted to strangle that maid for putting her dirty hands on you, even worse hurt your fragile skin. The woman was a nuisance in the eyes of the emperor, a clumsy and idiotic person to be assigned to serve someone as graceful and perfect as you. The maid needed to go…
Placing a gloved hand over Annie’s hand, you gave the woman a reassuring smile. “If you keep rubbing it in like that, it’s just going to make it worse” you spoke softly. Eyes focusing on the large stain, you noticed how the woman began tearing up. Before you could get a single word out to calm her, apology after apology began spilling from her lips. She bowed her head in shame and her voice trembled. With a sigh, you stood up from your seat, placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and gently patted it. “I’m fine, calm yourself Annie,” You said, trying to soothe her, but she remained in her apologetic bow, her hands balled into fists and still trembling like leaf. “I’m going to just go change” you explained to the teary-eyed maid. Turning towards Claude you saw the murderous glare focused towards the maid and you felt something deep within you, telling, no yelling at you to stay. But of course, you didn’t listen. “I’ll only be 10 minutes” you timidly told the emperor. Eyes landed on you, the deathly glare that the emperor held had now vanished and had been replaced with a soft loving gaze. It made you sick.
Picking up your cream-coloured dress, you began walking towards the palace leaving poor Annie all alone with Claude. Diamond blue eyes watched you, his gaze not leaving your figure until you were out of sight. Now that his lover had gone, there’s no one to stop him for what he’s about to do next. Placing the half-empty tea cup on the garden table, Claude stood up with a dead expression. He towered over the quivering woman, who knew her life was soon about to end. The only witness to horrid scenes was a young guard, who just stood there watching.
Coming back with a freshly clean dress, you were about to open your mouth to tell Annie a funny story to cheer her up, but when you saw no sign of the maid, you were left confused. E/C eyes darted around the garden, searching for the missing maid. ‘Where is she?’ You question to yourself. “My dear, what seems to be the matter?” a familiar voice asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. Claude sat there, sipping away at his chamomile tea, he held this sickening smirk which was hidden under his cup. Stepping towards the garden table, you griped the top of your seat, feeling uneasy at the missing maid. You had an extremely bad feeling. You questioned to your fiancé to where your maid had gone off to, but there was silence after that. No excuse came from his lips.
It wasn't until you looked over at the other side of the table, a guard. He’s been here all along, maybe he might know! Opening your mouth, you stopped yourself as you finally noticed the frightened expression painted on the young guard’s face. The colour had drained from his face, his eyes widened with fear, his hand gripping tightly at the hilt of his sword, and his breathing unsteady. And that was all you needed to know and the whereabouts of Annie.
Your blood ran cold, you felt yourself shaking like a leaf. A million scenarios ran through your mind at what kind of horrible things Claude had done to her. Falling to the fall, hands covering your face, you sob. Not caring that you were ruining your makeup. The sound of the chair hitting the grass, signalled to you that Claude had gotten up from his seat. Feeling him wrap his strong arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You screamed, kicked and struggled for the blonde to let go of you, yelling insults left and right. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER, YOU BASTARD!? TELL ME!”
Out of nowhere, you felt a piece of cloth be placed over your mouth and noises quickly shutting you up. You breathed in the fumes, feeling your eyelids began closing on their own. To struggled to gain consciousness, but it was futile. The drug was too strong. Before slipping into unconscious you heard Claude’s voice echo in your mind. “You are mine understand. I will not let anyone hurt what is mine, only I can.”
Walking In On You While You’re Naked. Bungou Stray Dogs X Reader
⚰️Osamu Dazai⚰️
•He didn’t walk in on you on purpose. Dazai would never do anything like that. He had just come home from a long tiring day at work and went straight into your shared room.
•He thought you were still at work so when he opened the door he wasn’t expecting you to be stood there naked. He stood there for a second before a smirk was placed on his lips as he looked you up and down.
•You would be stood there in complete shock. Before you could get a single word out Dazai cut you off. “Belladonna~” Dazai would growl out seductive. A blush would make it’s way across you S/C skin all knowing what going to happen. Dazai walked over to you while taking off his trench coat throwing it to the side. “Your such a tease~” he said while licking his lip before h-
•You know I’ll just let you imagine what comes next. But I’ll leave you with something. The next day you couldn’t even walk ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
🍷Chuuya Nakahara🍷
•Chuuya was expecting to come home to his girlfriend greeting him at the door but when he saw that you weren’t there he got a bit confused. You usually were there to greet Chuuya with a hug and a kiss.
•Chuuya would let out a sigh before he began making his way up the stairs. “It is almost midnight so maybe she’s in bed” he would say to himself. He then turned to the bathroom and began walking towards it. Maybe while you're asleep he could take a quick shower.
•Chuuya grabbed the door handle to the bathroom and when he opened it he was met with something he wasn’t expecting to see at 11:45 at night. There he saw your naked body coming out of the shower. The two of you would be frozen in shock, blushing at each other.
•After what seemed like hours, Chuuya began to stuttering out an apology as he tried to keep his eyes on your face. Key word tried. His eyes would keep looking down at your wet naked body.
•You soon snapped out of your daze and grabbed the closed thing that was near you, which was a bottle of shampoo. “GET OUT!” You would yell before throwing the bottle. Chuuya saw the bottle coming for him and just in time shut the bathroom door before it could hit him. “SORRY” he would finally shout out from behind the door before walked away blushing a deep red.
•Don't think you have gotten away though. Later when Chuuya had stopped blushing and the two of you are in bed is when the fun begins...
SYN ,, to them you were a jewel, precious and highly valuable. they, in turn, will express their strong emotions toward you, even if it means resorting to... more hostile methods.
FT ,, Athanasia De Alger Obelia / Claude De Alger Obelia
NOTE ,, why has all the readers in my manhwa fics originally died so far... anyway, can you tell where i started losing motivation?
IN THE novel, Lovely Princess, the story went like this. True to its title, the book contained Lovely Princesses. There was The First Princess, akin to the moon, who held a gloomy and foggy disposition. Then came The Second Princess, resembling the sun, bright and cheery. And finally, The Third Princess, similar to the stars, was reserved but gentle and a source of comfort.
You were… The First Princess’s younger half-sister. Although your mother was unknown (you were found inside a basket in the gardens crying) those jeweled eyes and your uncanny appearance close to The Emperor were solid proof that you were in fact of royal blood. It was… certainly strange to learn that the book entailed you as an 'unimportant' character. While The Second Princess was adored by the whole continent, the love the people harbored for you, The Third Princess, could put The Second Princess to shame. They treated you as though you were some supreme gift bestowed from the heavens, to be treasured and pampered. And among those who glorified you… was your father, The Cold-Hearted Emperor. You were like The Protagonist more than The Second Princess could ever be.
You were also… the best sister anyone could ask for to The First Princess. Because The First Princess was deprived of affection in her life, she mostly relied on you to fill the gaps in her heart. And you endearingly did so, trying your best to shine a light inside her darkness. It soon became that you both were inseparable, attached by the hip.
…So, obviously, you will spiral down into despair over The First Princess's death. You knew The First Princess was innocent of The Second Princess's poisoning. She was simply too sweet to commit a vile act, especially when she too took a liking to The Second Princess. But, alas, your reasoning went through one ear and out the other, and without proper evidence, your father executed The First Princess.
However, just as The Emperor's wrath was not to be underestimated, so was the extent of your grief as you promptly took away your life hours after The First Princess's execution. And that was the sad ending of your story, The Third Princess.
HOW WAS THAT ANY FAIR??? The confusion of the roles and the cheesy plotline were already bad enough on their own, but your unnecessary death pretty much destroyed the chances of her leaving a positive review. Was it done to reestablish the fact you were an unimportant character, or to remind everyone that The Second Princess is the original best girl in the story…? No amount of copious explanations can ever make ATHANASIA understand the validation for your death.
What she can come to understand however is that you, out of all people, did NOT deserve to die. You had all the rights to receive a happy ending just like The Second Princess… and that is what she aspired to make a reality as she was tossed into the fantasy world of the novel. It was obvious that it all went to hell when The First Princess was executed at the hands of The Emperor. So, in order to avoid your death, she will have to avoid hers first.
A genius plan, she dubbed it, stealing various riches from the Ruby Palace to live the rest of her life on as she escapes. She also thought of the brilliant idea of taking you along with her, after all, being inside the palace is kind of… the reason for your death, was it not!? Why not avoid the source altogether!? Or… that is what was supposed to happen before she accidentally stumbled across The Emperor four years early. Now, she will have to scrap that genius plan. Damn…
On a bright note, as time passed, using an alternative plan, Athanasia eventually evaded all chances of earning death at the hands of her father. This means that you too won’t have a pitiful ending as you originally did! Yay!
You truly didn’t deserve to die, and Athanasia will keep on saying it as much as needed. The years she spent beside you as your sister, further strengthened her motivation to keep you alive. She also understood why The First Princess had a strong attachment toward you. Innocent, Pure, Patient, Merciful, and Kind… who wouldn’t swoon over a person with such admirable traits? What struck her heart the way it did, was your affection. In her previous life, Athanasia… didn’t have people around her to provide her with love.
So, it surprised her a lot when it happened. Sure, she had love from her Nanny and the rest of the maids, but yours had her heart pumping, energy rushing through her veins. It was warm… a feeling she wanted to cling to for an eternity. Was it silly that she felt envious of a fictional character? To think that The First Princess was subjected to this kind of treatment from you… How did it feel to live her dream? Not that it matters anymore. Now, she can have you to all herself! You wouldn’t mind if she got a little… greedy, right? Of course, you won’t! After all, if you learned of her tremendous effort to keep you safe, why wouldn’t you reward her with more of your presence? What she does is in your favor. So, don’t get too upset if what she does seems a bit extreme, alright? It’s all for your benefit.
Betrayal can hurt. But, betrayal stings when it comes from the person you trusted and loved the most. You didn’t understand why it had upset her more than it upsetted you. More so, if she was so against the idea, why hadn’t she said so first? She was supportive about it too, choosing to help pick out a perfect disguise for your outing in the town. So why was it that on the day you were about to leave, lo and behold, there was your father by your doorway, inclusive of his knight… and your sister beside him, smiling triumphantly? Maybe if you had paid attention to how the shine left your sister’s eyes as you told her of your plan, you could have avoided such a dreadful punishment.
What bugged you the most was how Athanasia carried out her day normally, and acted sweetly to you, as if she didn’t partially contribute to the punishment of breaking your legs. Today was no different, as she sat on the chair beside your bed rambling on about her day. “You know, that’s the most I’ve seen Daddy upset.” She laughed, tracing her finger down your legs. “Usually, he would never dream of even hurting a strand of your hair. What you’ve done was really bad…”
She smiled at you, her jeweled eyes looking all the more terrifying under the dark lighting in your room. “I don’t understand. I should feel despaired seeing my sister in so much pain. Why does it bring me so much relief?” She sighed, holding one of your hands in hers. “...You scared me terribly with what you told me earlier. My mind couldn’t stop focusing on the many possibilities that would arise with you out there. Even worse, what if they learned of your true identity, and an enemy nearby attacks you?”
“I agreed with your plan, solely to avoid trouble. If I said no, you would have avoided me, right? I… don’t ever want to see you in danger, or place you in it, knowing I could have done something to prevent it. Not like anything like that will happen anytime soon!” She gently poked your injured legs. “I will help ensure that too.” You didn’t realize that the tears building in your eyes began to fall, your sister’s fingers quickly working to wipe them away.
In the novel, CLAUDE naturally favored you more than The First Princess. Upon your first encounter during the festival on The First Princess’s ninth birthday, with an outstretched hand, he escorted you back to the party, leaving your older sister in the dust. You lived a rather lavish life after that, him spoiling you with exquisite goods. So, it’s not like you had to form some extreme plan like Athanasia to protect yourself from the dangers that lurked inside the palace. Everyone here adored you…
Yet, not only did Athanasia’s interference with the plotline create many changes for her, but it also resulted in triggering unsettling events for you. Now that The Cold-Hearted Emperor has learned to display affection for the firstborn he originally detested, where would that place you, the daughter he always loved?
…His methods were very much frightening, even traumatizing, you may add. The numerous times you witnessed something gruesome to the eye, for the littlest offenses toward you. He would imprison, he would murder, he would execute, all in your name. His presence too, was very much suffocating, more than Athanasia, and that spoke volumes.
You hated how they both attached themselves to you, but, if you had to choose, you would pick Athanasia in a heartbeat. For the cold jeweled eyes that scrutinized every movement you made were too much for your poor heart to endure. It was as though he was waiting, waiting for your slip-up, to gain a perfect reason to permanently confine you behind the walls of your bedroom. And you fear… that the day you kissed your freedom goodbye was approaching quicker than you initially anticipated.
“What will it take for you to treat me as normally as the rest?” the (h.c) haired girl wept, clutching on tightly her father’s robes. “Shall I become like my sister, Athanasia? If I do… will I become like a free bird, and be granted more privileges?” grief-stricken jeweled eyes peered up at her father. “Will you finally release me from the shackles you trapped me in?”
“Do what you want,” her father smirked. but, as quickly as her hope came so was it shattered. the piercing concept. his voice in her ears was the cruelest of them all. “Such a thing won’t happen till the day I perish.” what a terrible vow. she knew he would do anything in his power to maintain his promise. and so, the deepest of despair like never before flooded her eyes. what have you done to receive this…?
you were very precious. nothing, not even the rarest pieces in the world could be compared to you; you were the highest value among them all. for all, it was a high requirement to treat you with the utmost importance and respect. yes, to them, to everyone, you were, the jewel of obelia.
✟warning: Yandere, mention of murder, keeping someone under their own will.
✟scenario
✟fandom: Who Made Me A Princess
✟summary: Weeks of searching for a way back to you world was becoming was becoming slimmer and slimmer. A week before your wedding day, Claude calls for you.
✟a/n: This is another part to this headcanon I made a while back. If you haven’t read part one, you should!:)
Narrow eyes scanned the bookshelves of the palace library, desperately trying to find a book. A book of magic to be precise. Having only been staying at the palace for a month now, you had been desperately trying to find some way back to your world. In only a week, you would married to that demon man, Claude. As soon as you arrived to the palace that day, Claude had wanted the wedding to take place the next day, obviously scared about this information, you begged the emperor to wait a month or so to at least let you settle. After a bit of persuading, he finally agreed, unknowingly giving you time to find a way out of this nightmare. But as days passed, escaping began to feel hopeless.
Picking up one of the many books on the shelf, you quickly skimmed through, eyes searching for certain words. Like many other times though, nothing came up and with a frustrated sigh, you closed the book and stuffed it back onto the shelf. Having been in this library every chance you got, you had nearly been through every single spell book the palace had to offer and nothing came up!
Hearing the sound of the door opening, heavy footsteps followed suit, you had a slight inkling feeling who it was. “What is it now Felix?” You questioned, eyes continuing to scan the dark oak shelf. The tall crimson red-haired guard was either here for two reasons. Reason one: To check up on you and see if you haven’t escaped or planning an escape, and then reason two: To call for you…
A shudder went down your spine at the thought of seeing that cold-hearted emperor, praying to the gods for it to be the first option. “I apologise for disturbing you Miss [name], but his highness has summoned you” Felix spoke softly. Glaring down at your clenched fist, you didn’t have a choice in the matter. Claude didn’t care if he had to order someone to drag you to him, as long as you’re brought to him without a single scratch on your body. And he will check. So not wanting to put another poor guard through what happened the last time you refused, you obligated. Carefully stepping down the ladder steps, Felix under you making sure you don’t accidentally fall. Reaching the final step, the redheaded guard with a firm grip on your wrist, guided you down. Feet now on the ground, you and the Royal guard made your way out of the comfort of the library to the vicious lion’s den.
Following slowly behind with Felix leading the way, you could feel the eyes of passing servants go by, pity filled in their eyes. You tried to ignore them, but soon it became impossible when they began mumbling to one another. Muttering softly about the “disappearance” of your maid. But you know, everyone knows that she didn’t disappear! It was Claude who murdered that poor girl…
Finally stopping in front of a pair of white doors, Felix stepped forward and knocked lightly but still louder enough for someone to hear. It was dead quiet, nobody answered and you let out a relieved sigh. Felix knocked again, this time louder, waiting for some kind of response. You tried hiding your excitement, you really did but it was too damn hard. You didn’t have to see that monster. Backing away from Felix, you gave the redhead a shrug with a fake pout. “Aww, looks like he’s not in.” The pout then morphed into a giddy expression and you waved over to the confused guard. “Well, see you.”
About to dash off, Felix grabbed your wrist, lightly pulling you toward him. “He could just be sleeping” Felix reminded. Placing a hand on the door handle, the man opened it. Your breath hitched and you cringed watching the door eerily open, reminding you of the horror movie you used to watch before you were trapped in this nightmare of a world. Eyes pleaded for Felix to let you go back to the library, you would have got on your hands and knees if it wasn’t for the royal guard pushing you into the dimly lit room. “You’re his fiancée, I don’t think he would mind if you woke him up and anyway, he did ask for you.” And with that the oblivious man closed the door, leaving you all alone inside the lion’s den.
Thoughts plagued your head, eyes scanning the room for any sign of Claude. Checking the comfy plush bed of your soon-to-be husband, you see no Claude. Wanting to believe that he had more pressing matters to attend to, you knew that hope was just a pipe dream. Even if his kingdom was on the brink of war, the emperor would still make time for you, and probably (definitely) even start a war for you. It horrifies you to the core to think a man like him could be that obsessed with someone. A man who killed his own flesh and blood…
E/C eyes landed on a nearby figure laying peacefully on an elegant white and golden couch. Approaching the man you would find yourself captivated by the sight. Even if he was a horrible man, you do have to admit that Claude was breathtaking to look at, though you would never say that out loud. A bit of his golden locks lay against his face, covering his soft smooth face. You don’t know what compelled you to do this next thing, moving a hand towards him, you push a few locks of hair away from his face and behind his ear. In this state, he looks peaceful. You found it weirdly cute, making you forget all the bad stuff he’s done to you and the people around him. An emperor that would kill thousands in your name now reminded you of a sleeping child. But soon that would change. Not wanting to disturb him, you pushed yourself up and as you were about to move away, a hand grabbed your arm with a tight squeeze. “Where do you think you’re going?” A chill went down your spine and you mentally cursed at yourself. How long had he been awake, was he really asleep or was it some sort of trick?!
The tight grip on your wrist would surely leave a bruise. Stuttering out a response, you tried coming up with something to get you got off this shitty situation. “Umm, W-well you see…I um-“ Becoming pissed with all this stuttering and stumping, Claude rolled his diamond eyes pulling you onto him. Falling onto his chest, an arm slithered around your waist. You knew fighting him would be futile and it would only anger him, so you stayed, your head resting against his chest, hearing the light thumps of the emperor’s heartbeat. Tears welling up In your beautiful E/C eyes, sobs escaped from your mouth and salty tears stained the blonde clothes. Was this your life, to be the wife of this monster? You had a second chance at life, which not many people had and it was already going down the gutter.
Claude on the other hand ignored your cries, instead, he imagined a perfect life with you. Just the two of you together forever, maybe even a child, if Claude was kind enough to share you. Who knows what the future will hold…
