Note: OOOH I HAD THE BEST IDEA WHEN THINKING OF WHAT TO WRITE!! Anon, I ADORE Meeple with all my heart, this makes me so happy to write! (Side note, holy heck I may need to write more follow ups because my fics have been platonic lately XD)
“No, no, NO!” The 8-ball shouts, the mass of game parts shuddering on their body as they slam the table, “I’m not going to allow CHEATERS at my table!” You blink in response, raising an eyebrow, “I’m not cheating, I just don’t feel comfortable playing this kind of character.”
It’s ridiculous how vindictive Meeple is with their DND campaign. This was your session zero, presenting a gender neutral Dragonborn. While this would usually be a non issue, Meeple’s having a hard time understanding why your character has a mix of feminine traits and masculine traits. According to a fanguide they studied alongside every edition AND additional content, Dragonborns should be a certain way for their campaign.
Meeple shakes their head in frustration, “If you don’t want to play a normal Dragonborn, then pick a race that doesn’t NEED dimorphism!” You grumble, “Why do they NEED dimorphism anyways for gender? It’s just a damn character.” They sigh in response, shaking their head, “It’s my campaign, I get to decide who’s allowed and who’s not. If you can’t play right-“
“Fine. I’ll leave.” You sit up from the table, Meeple’s face dropping from arrogance to genuine regret. Reaching out to stop you with their hand. “Wait.” They roll their eyes, “If it’s THAT important to you… fine. Just as long as you don’t use it as an excuse to make up ridiculous stats.” “Ridiculous?” You chuckle, “The dice really only controls that. What, are the spells gendered too?” They respond with fervor, “No! No they’re not. Just… make sure you play it right. And don’t forget that your character doesn’t have a gender.” You playfully laugh in response, “How am I going to forget my own character?”
The campaign was packed with quite a few members. Chester, the Tiefling bard that honestly didn’t do much for the party. Mandy, who LOVED to annoy the party with her Genasi warlock. Edgar, who went with a Dark Elf rogue. Colette, who convinced Meeple that a Tabaxi wizard would “totally work”. And finally, you. The Dragonborn. Your class? That was up to you. This was only the first session, a chance to fully figure out what this setting could be.
“We start in a crowded, lively tavern,” Meeple starts, reading from an oversized notebook, “Where the-“
“Can I beat up the bartender?” Chester quips, to Meeple’s disdain, “No! I haven’t even finished my introduction!” “Ugh, this is boringgg! When can I start blowing people up?” Mandy whines. “I-“ Meeple tries to talk, only to be interrupted by Colette, “Everyone’s characters are so pretty…” “My rogue is NOT pretty. He’s a dark, mysterious elf rogue who doesn’t open up to anyone.”
“Players!” Meeple shouts, glaring towards the table, “Would you all be quiet?!”
The table falls mostly silent, with Chester peeking over to your character sheet. Eyeing it with interest. “Hey Y/N, your character looks interesting… I’m gonna swoon him!”
“THEIR CHARACTER IS NOT A MAN! THEIR CHARACTER IS NONBINARY, YOU IDIOT!”
The sudden roar of Meeple’s voice finally stunned everyone into silence, with Meeple panting heavily afterwards. Edgar is the first to get up and leave, with the others soon following. But you? You stay right behind. Looking up to Meeple and putting a hand on theirs.
“Meeple?” You whisper, with Meeple pulling away. Holding their head and rubbing their temple. “I just ask for one campaign, and no one is listening! This is why I told you to stick to what I had. If you had just listened, Chester wouldn’t have-“ You interrupt, “He didn’t know, Meeple.” “He would have if you just picked what you wanted your character to be!” “I did… I wanted them to be like me.”
They pause for a moment, slowly looking to you. Their eyes glancing to you then down to your character. As if processing… thinking… “You’re… Not a guy? Or a girl?” You shake your head, “I’m not. I don’t… fit into any boxes. It’s not that I hate being either, but it’s not… me. I don’t like how I look already, but this character? They get to be whatever I want them to look like. This? This is who I’d be if… I could actually pick who I want to be.”
In that moment, Meeple took a long look into your irises, with your own gazing into theirs. A spark of realization in their gaze, and in yours? They only find understanding. Meeple's hand slowly slopes off their face as their breathing slows into a calmer pace. "And you're not just joking, are you?" They ask, only for you to shake your head. "Not at all." With this, they reach out their hand to yours, only to pull away with a huff.
"Well," Meeple lets out a rough sigh, "Then let's try this again. Just... without anyone else here to ruin the game." You pause and ask, "Just us?" They nod, "I think we can make it work with just us two."
Hey friends! I really appreciate the requests :D They are going to stay open, but please keep in mind that I may not answer them all super fast. I appreciate you all, and I can’t wait to write for you guys ^^
Hi. Do you think you can do hc of Gray x Reader, but this time angst 🐈
Note: Oooh angst!! I think I’ve got some good headcanons to cook up, I adore writing for autism coded characters ^^ do let me know if there’s any specific angst you want me to write next :3
Angst Gray x Reader Headcanons
There’s peaceful silence… then there’s silence
Gray will NEVER tell you when he’s upset, but you can tell just by how he acts. He’ll stop acting his normal self around you. You’ll find that he doesn’t intentionally try to get you to giggle when he misplaces something. He won’t try to pull you in for attention. The only thing you’ll see him do is eye you once and look away.
You can’t even touch him without him flinching and pulling away. He’ll just… curl up into his own space and fiddle with his hands. No, he won’t even make his vocal stim around you anymore.
You can sure try to remedy the situation with your own affection. It’s not going to work. Gray is awful at communicating what’s wrong- that is, until he feels the time is right. Until then? You’re not going to get anything from him.
It’s only a week or two after the fact that he FINALLY starts to lighten up. He silently giggles at the surroundings. He’s not trying to oppose your attention anymore.
When he’s ready? He’ll saunter over and pull you in for the softest, most careful hug he can. Wordlessly pressing into your neck as a soft sigh escapes his lips.
That’s the moment he’ll let you know just what upset him. He’ll lead you to something that was broken, try to show you what happened, or even sign it out if he can’t find the right way to explain it.
Of course, it’s infuriating to put up with such a long time of silence. It’s something you work on together.
Weeks of silence shorten into days, and eventually hours.
He’ll spend every time afterwards being extra snuggly to make up for lost time. He REALLY missed you, and pushing you away only made him fonder of what he had.
If he’s the one in the wrong? He’s always apologizing with small gestures. Trying to make you smile. Trying to show you the kind of affection he’d want. But ultimately, he’ll back off and give you your space.
He’s really trying- He doesn’t want to blow up at you! He’s trying his best to make it better in his own way. With patience, he’ll become better and better about conflict resolution.
Note: It’s not often I get to write for trans readers!! I absolutely adore requests like these ❤️ I wanted to make it a little story, hopefully it’s the piece you’ve been wanting ^^ Also, a heads up, it’s not too romantic, so let me know if you want a part 2!
An Ode To The Shifting Star - Trans!Edgar x Trans!M!Reader
Contents: Trans Masc Reader, Trans Canon, Soft Fluff
The shifting star of midnight, the only one remaining uniquely above Starr Park. What was once a reddish dot above the Gift Shop now shaded dandelion. No one cared enough to notice. No one stopped to think of what could spark a unique shift of hue. That was… until you started to notice. A regular star gazer, quietly looking up to the sky.
“You had a rough night too?” A familiar friend asks, laying down next to you on your blanket. The grass below was made just barely comfortable by the cheap throw you laid down. After all, stargazing could be hours long.
“Yeah… just thinking, really.” You reply, your hands behind your head. Edgar raises an eyebrow, looking to the sky, “Thinking? About the stars?” You nod, “There’s one that’s off… and I’ve been trying to think about what it could be.” He pauses, nodding and trying to look for the answer. And yet, there was none to be found. He couldn’t think of a single reason why the sky looked different tonight.
“You know,” His voice pierces the moment of silence, “I’m surprised you’re even worried about what’s up there. We’ve got lots of stuff to worry about down here.” You raise yourself a little to sit up, “Like what?” He sighs and rolls his eyes, “You know, work. The grind. People. All those things. Aren’t you even worried about it all?” “Yeah, but,” You pause for a moment to think, “The stars don’t judge. I’m sure they appreciate being cared for too… even at a distance.”
The rising sun. The morning and afternoon grind. The day had come to wipe away the joys of yesterday, bringing new wonders. You have been in bed, still thinking of what it was… but that’s when you got it. You have to tell Edgar- you have to tell him your findings! And yet… how? Would he even be interested in your research? Did he even care about the stars as you did…?
Just outside the gift shop, you wait patiently with a poem in hand. Short, sloppy, but written with every detail your mind could think. The under eye of your face painted a soft purple as you wait patiently for Edgar’s shift to end.
“Oh- it’s you.” Edgar flinches a little spotting you outside, relaxing once his eyes meet yours, “What’s that?” “This?” You ask, looking towards the paper, “I wrote about what I saw yesterday. It kept me up all night and… well…” Your voice tapers off, fingers fiddling with the paper.
“May I read it?” He asks, nodding towards the paper. You turn to face him, your gaze softening once meeting his. ‘He actually wants to?’ You think to yourself, clutching the paper just a little tighter. Of course, you couldn’t deny letting your best friend read the work you poured your soul into. His hand carefully caresses the paper as his eyes scan the page. A soft hum, a nod of interest… handing it back to you with a new spark in his eyes.
“It… kind of sounds like us.” He notes. “Us?” You question in return, eyes observing Edgar carefully, “I just kind of wrote it about the star.”
“But it’s like us,” Edgar’s eyes turn to look up to the darkening sky, “We weren’t born to be the same forever. We have to be what we are, in a cruel and dark place… mocked by everyone beneath us.”
“You know what that means though?” You smile softly, putting a hand on his shoulder, “It just means we’re here. Existing. Being what we can be.”
Hey there!! May I please have some fluff Gray x Reader HCs? He’s one of my favorite characters <3
Note: ABSOLUTELY!! He’s absolutely a gem, I adore him,, I will note that I’m pretty new to any lore and the game itself, but I’m gonna do what I can to make this epic!
Gray x Reader Headcanons (Fluff)
Contents: Gender neutral reader, Romance, Fluff
It’s easy to think that he’d “reveal his real voice” to anyone who’s close, but really… he’s almost fully mute! There’s not a comfort level to it or anything of the sort, he genuinely is pretty much mute.
With that being said, his kind of affection for you is purely physical. That? That’s what the comfort ladder is. At first, he’s REALLY bashful about any romantic affection. Holding hands? That’s insanity! But, give it a little time, and he’s a total cuddle bug.
He will genuinely not know how to react to most social situations, he’ll mostly be a silent companion anywhere you go. But, time to time, he’ll start acting silly just to get your attention. Hiding in the clothes, misplacing an item here or there, sometimes sneaking something out of your pocket. That little scamp!
Remember how I mention almost mute? There’s one thing he vocalizes, and that’s his stims! He can’t help but make little “pew” noises whenever he has his finger guns out. Just as long as the safety is on, there’s no risk to his stims.
Will NOT stop touching your hair/head unless you ask him to. He loves it! His favorite texture, if you ask him. He’ll just point to your head whenever asked.
This man is well into sign language as a way to communicate. He doesn’t get the chance to tell you, but you quickly learn that once you can “speak” hands, he’s quite the chatterbox!
If you do decide to communicate through sign language, you easily get to see just what this man is all about. He’s a big goofball, always saying something on his mind without a filter. A few times, you’ve had to hold his hands so that he wouldn’t sign anything too bad in front of little ones… whoops!
He can’t decide what cuddle position is his favorite. Genuinely. He’ll shift around every five minutes until settling into the most uncomfortable looking position and calling that his resting spot for the night.
Just a quick sexuality headcanon, I fully believe this man is on the ace spectrum. Panromantic, but definitely somewhere under the asexual umbrella
Every date is a pure joy! He never gets tired of making sure you’re entertained, but he’s usually so unserious. You’ll have to be direct if you want him to calm down and listen, because he will. He locks in.
He’s not a complete child, he does his fair share (if not more) around the house if you live together. My headcanon is that he’s also on the autism spectrum, able to handle a lot more than people give him credit for.
Overall, he is THE bachelor of Starr Park! Often overlooked as a potential partner, but my goodness does he DELIVER!
Heya guys!! I'm going to be doing a purge to make sure minors aren't interacting with the blog! Since I had a little hiatus, the buildup means I need to be clearing some things out
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Undertale Undyne x reader platonic(reader is a human)
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Undyne x Reader Headcanons (Platonic)
CW: Fluff, Some angry fish lady content
Note: I am so excited to see people still wanting Undertale content! It was my favorite game for so so long, and indulging in writing for it makes me very happy. Now that I'm fully back in my element, I'm confident that now I can write my best for people who deserve nothing but perfection ❤️
At first, Undyne is VERY skeptical of befriending humans now that she's free. Frisk was okay, but this new world is still scary enough for her to keep her walls up.
Funny enough, she's absolutely determined you look like her favorite anime character! This... Is not a good thing.
Challenges you to a fight to prove your strength- Uhm ma'am, Y/N isn't gonna live if you stab them...
After a long day of finding out you're not her fave, you end up exchanging numbers (with Alphy's help and approval)
Papyrus, he gets cooking lessons. You, you also get cooking lessons.
Okay, she really will care about you and your safety if you can't prove yourself strong enough for her own standards.
If you're naturally a fighter, she'll make you prove it to her time and time again. If you aren't, she'll damn well teach you how to defend yourself.
Unlike the skeleton brothers... She'll jump right in to defend you the moment someone messes with you in front of her, the only exception being if you're quicker to fight them off.
She might be physically strong, but mentally she's not that experienced
If you have emotional troubles, Undyne will try! But her trying is shaking your shoulders and "screaming at the negative emotions until they have the sense to leave"
Either you find this hilarious or break down under her fierce force
If the latter is true... Well, Alphys is ready to comfort you and educate Undyne on how to be careful next time
That's what makes not just Undyne a great friend, but a greater friend with Alphys' help
Awkward around touch at first. But after she's more comfortable and knows you like it, Undyne greets you with a BIG bear hug that nearly crushes your ribs.
Overall, I think she's a wonderful friend to have! Bonus if you're friends with Pap too, she'll adore friend dates!
Writing idea: We start with a man cursed into a nightmarish form. Told that only true love could break his curse- or, more accurately, "all it takes is one act out of pure love".
No one dared enter his territory. No man, no animal, no plant. Only one had ever stepped a paw near him, a yellow puppy with eyes a stunning brown. From first sight, he cared for the puppy and taught it how to survive his environment. In turn, he slowly began to regain his humanity.
During a gathering trip, the now grown dog notices a pack of dangerous demonic beings beyond the horizon. The pup of gold charges in to protect the cursed man, only to have its very life threatened. It's only when the beast barrels in after that he finally turns back to man.
FLASH!
In an instant, from the inky abyss his body was kept in, he finally emerges from his curse to fight for his dog. His new flesh tears and bruises but he doesn't budge an inch. Beating each creature into a pulp. Alas... The dog didn't make it. It took this man a week before he could leave the spot the dog passed away on.
The last we see him, the one who placed the curse visits his lair. The sorcerer notices the man sculpting and asks, "How did you break from your prison? I was sure no sane person would approach what I created from you."
"There was one friend that wasn't afraid."
Now we see the sculpture from the rock of his lair. A 20 foot tall statue of his dog, proudly looking towards the sun.
Omg I hope you feel better and the situation resolves itself. Sending hugs 🫂
I am feeling a lot better now! The situation is better, and nothing ended up coming out of it. Which, I had an inkling that maybe I was worrying for nothing, and I'm very happy that the feeling was correct.
Thank you for the continued support, I've been near tears watching people be excited for my work despite my absence and it really does give me the motivation to keep writing!
So far, I've got another request I'm very excited to work on and even some people that are excited to see a part 3 to my yandere harem series!! How awesome is that?
I can't thank the Tumblr community enough for the love I receive, I know above all that I want to keep providing stories for you guys-
Ah! I know I'm rambling but I'm really thankful!! Also, if some work comes slower, I also have some art requests to work on (exciting!!) and want to actually try and up the quality of what I do.
my dream as a fanfic writer is to write a story which people want to talk to me about and send asks about afterwards and discuss things the characters did and the symbolism and meanings behind certain lines and I'll be all "hehe thanks" but irl I'll be in literal tears because I wrote something that means something to someone
CW: NSFW mentions, Yandere themes, Possession, NOT fandom related
Note: I haven't had any requests to write and my bigger storylines I haven't had muses for, but I don't want to lose my writing spark and crap out. So! Here we are.
Please, feel free to drop any request you have in my inbox ^^ It looks like Papyrus's mail as of now hehe
Something important I must mention!! Ghosts age in this world.
Bumps in the night always spooked you as a kid. Paired with the silent and dark room you were supposed to be kept in, the only comfort you sought was the cold chill that came to your side.
You called him Cubby. Mostly because your visions of him were that of a lion cub's head upon a boy's body. He was just fine with his nickname, even if at first he insisted to be called Benji.
As you grew, you merely assumed your imaginary friend would go away. You'd move, know new friends, even try new activities. And yet, Cubby was always there with you. Even if you'd forgotten to talk to him or even look his way.
It wasn't until you brought your first real boyfriend over at 19 that Cubby lost his innocent feelings for you.
Oh, but this wasn't a case of love lost... This was a case of passion.
Whenever your partner would start anything sexual with you, Benji would throw something breakable or flicker the lights. If that didn't happen to work, well... A few nightmares are more than effective at destroying the sexual tension.
The absolute last straw was when he appeared himself as a shadowy figure watching you two. Your partner's lips were caressing your neck, though they stopped in horror upon seeing his form.
"What the FUCK is that?!" "What? There's nothing there, love! I-" "Nonono, I've HAD IT!"
Just like that, they're pulling up their pants and shuffling out of the apartment. "I am NEVER coming over again (Y/N), do you hear me?! Every time I come to fuck you, some freaky ass shit happens and I'm tired of it! Some fuckin' curse is cockblocking me and you know what? You can live with that! I'm not gonna deal with all that!"
The next few hours were spent crying on your soft bed. You couldn't bear the thought of having your first shot at losing your first time being cursed to fail.
When familiar cold hands hold yours, you look up to see... A man? A lion mask laid right next to him, with a kind green within his eyes. "Did your date not go well, (N/N)?"
"...I know you chased them off, Benji."
"I did you a favor! If anything, you should thank me for chasing off someone only after your body!"
"You didn't know them... How could you-"
"Because I've known you since we were kids. You're a stunning lady now... Men and women are going to want to take what you have and leave you to die. But..." He pulled you into an embrace, "I would never chase someone who truly loved you away."
And he does keep to his word! It's just too bad that every partner you've had didn't love you enough into his eyes. Your last partner really irked him...
The only one who earned enough of his ire to have him killed.
Taking control of their body, he walks them all the way to a nearby zoo. Slipping through the safeguards and bars, Benji slips back out of their body and leaves them within the exhibit's cage.
"Man found mauled inside of the Sea Lion attraction!" The headline reads from your notifications. You couldn't believe it when your partner's face was paired next to the famed sea lions of the zoo.
"Why would they do it... They love animals, but they'd never..." Benji's hand holds your shoulder, "Some people just get way too comfortable messing with animals, (N/N)..."
Here's some extra art of Cubby/Benji for your enjoyment!
The Men Before The Rose - Yan!Royal Harem x Reader
PART ONE
CW: RELIGIOUS THEMES, EXECUTION MENTIONS, Homophobia
Note: This is a sequel to the first story! An expansion into Rose's heritage and how the world works for them. As someone pointed out, it's rather sudden how the homophobia shows itself and comes off as unartful. So! This will mostly dive into the division about same sex couples.
Months passed before you could consider yourself okay again. The isolation from your family and friends was something you slowly had to overcome the pain of. It still stings like an arrow to the heart, but living on was the least you could do for yourself.
In the meantime, you decide to busy yourself with finding the history of the royals. Rose isn't too excited to share in his own history, only providing you one book. Even given the sparse information Rose would provide, his family's long time rule was no mere feat to scoff at. What draws your attention most is his direct father, Aquila. Upon seeing his name on one of the pages, you turn to read the chapter dedicated to his reign.
Before our red haired king had assumed the throne, Aquila Florian sat upon the gilded seat of power. Hair as golden as the rays of sun, eyes a similar shade. No man nor woman could even compare to his mere size- Murals along the castle walls could only paint his figure from the top of his chest if they wished to paint his face!
By his side was his appointed wife that he named Tyto. Her previous first name has been erased from our records, but his command ruled that her name be changed to fit his rigid structure. In fact, much of his rule came from...
The book quickly proved itself to be a rather boring account of events. But, there is perhaps another way to experience the story. You close the leather book in your hands and set it onto the dresser, lifting up and wandering out of the bedroom.
"My Lady, to where shall I accompany you?" You're well aware of the guard outside of the room, and yet he never ceases to surprise you when you step out. "I told you before, you can call me (Y/N)..."
"Not when you've been wed to the king. I've been ordered to call you Lady and nothing more."
"Then... Alright, I don't wish to cause you trouble. Do you think you could guide me to Rose's study?"
The iron clad guard pauses for a moment, "His... His study is more than private, Your Grace. I wouldn't be allowed to lead you there- much less fulfill my duty to your care."
You shake your head a little. It's always been this excuse time and time again, "Is it a sin to want to know more about the man I married? About the family I am part of now?"
"With all due respect, not even Queen Florian has ventured within the study. I cannot let you violate the trust of the king- nay, your husband..."
"He's violated my own trust the day he commanded I stay within these walls and never see anyone I care for again. I'm not just asking as a..." You struggle to utter the mere words, "As a royal, but as a confused human being... Please, I must see the study."
The walk to Rose's study was short, but the tension made it seem like hours. Charles is anything but a hard hearted man. A tender gentleman just above your own height. While he was commanded to keep watch by the threat of death, he couldn't bear to see another moment pass with you longing for more.
"Thank you... Thank you so so-"
"Please make it swift, My Lady. Rose will return in a few hours."
You nod, easily slipping into the unlocked study.
Creeeaaaakkk....
The oakwood door moans as it reveals the room to you. It took your eyes but a moment to adjust to the darkness inside, but there's no mistaking what you're seeing. The eerily large room holds plenty of large murals that paint the elongated walls. Moonlight mixed with dim flames of the torches just barely illuminates the inside from behind you, but God almighty you want to see more.
"I'll need light..."
Closing the door carefully, you snatch yourself a candle from one of the nearby side tables and hold it to a lit torch. After all, no noble could leave their castle barren of a lighting system. It takes you little time to slip right back in and start to walk along the hall of artwork. Strangely enough, this didn't feel like a study. No, this felt like a room dedicated to telling the tale of their rule. You can animate in your head just what each painting told...
Men upon horses trample over others of their own kind. White stallions proudly sported iron clad warriors upon their backs, while at their hooves were unarmored and weaponless men. Swords glowed a beaming sun yellow to declare a holy victory to claim the land they fought for.
A man with white hair stands over a crowd of adoring people and dogs. What's strange is that the dogs stand on hind legs and praise him as if they themselves are human. Horses behind the crowd also cheer for him, but all four hooves stay connected to the ground.
A single long line connects a chain of kings, each one holding a link within a golden chain. Most sport blonde hair and blue eyes, but the last king stands as an outlier. He holds golden eyes and curled red locks. Under them each is a name, but most of the older ones were too faded to read. 'Raven Florian/Lady Mourn - Aquila Florian/Lady Tyto - Rose Florian/Lady Azalea/Lady (Y/N)'.
Even if the third one isn't the last, you take a long pause to look upon the names. Your new marriage has quite literally been set in stone. Painted with your name under the striking red haired man. Yet, you keep going. You must know more about them! What stops you is the hall widening into a rather quaint room. Now this looks a lot more like a study, with a large red chair sat in the midst of bookshelves and a messy desk of papers and a journal. It's the desk you're drawn to first, picking up the most worn out journal upon it.
"Blank?" You look on the cover. The only thing even describing what could be inside were the initials AF written on the leather cover's corner. "What could you be hiding?" You set your candle close and sit down, starting to read the pages inside.
Day of 30th, December, 1201
Today has transpired like any other. My breakfast was rather lean, but I can't complain when dinner is to be grand.
You laugh softly at such an inconspicuous entry. Maybe this would be a silly little journal of thoughts. Most follow such an idea, but some entries catch your attention more than others.
Day of 14th, April, 1202
Joanne of Jonstown has been captured.
Your eyebrows knot in confusion, turning to the page behind it.
Date of 12th, April, 1202
A grand disturbance has taken place at Noble Stewart's wedding. A strange rogue appeared and objected to the union, disgracing the ceremony to declare a disgusting lust for his wife. Any sane man would have wrung her neck on the spot, but the rat got away before he could catch her. It's no matter to him now. I have hired Jasper and his men to bring her to justice. With any luck, he could receive his own spot here by my side...
Date of 15th, April, 1202
Her execution has been dated for three days from now. I suggested we string and quarter her for her sins, but my royal advisor suggested I treat her not as a mere criminal. Rather, we could give her the same treatment as we do for suspected dark arts users. Not only will this serve as a painful death one like her deserves, but will also set the further precedent for what is to come of unlawful relations. If one is to partake in disturbing the union of a man and a woman for their own desires, they are to be burned at the stake. I have no quarrel with what the royal advisor pointed me to, and have let him write the law. It's on her execution day that I shall decree this law and set it into swift motion.
With an uneasy hand, you turn it to one of the final pages.
Date of 18th, April, 1202
The law has been set, and all was well. Not a single soul objected to the law while the spectacle took place. The
"Have you no respect for my personal space?" You immediately shift your eyes from the book to see those familiar golden eyes looking upon you with scorn. Dim candle light in his hand flickering and lighting up the underside of his displeased face. His figure draws closer as you retreat into yourself.
"I-I'm sorry, Rose! I wanted to know more- I-"
"My father's words are about as much history as murderers are innocent!" He practically roars, snatching the journal away and towering over your frame. "I gave you the resource you wanted... I gave you all you could ever want to know. This?" He holds up the book, "These are the ravings of a madman that no person should EVER learn from!"
"Learn from?" You start to rise from your position, a little offended by his assumption, "I wanted to learn ABOUT your family! Is it not my right to know what my children will be born into? What I tie myself to?"
"My father's words and thoughts have died with him. There is no need to continue learning from his example."
Standing up from your position, you place a finger to his chest and start walking him backwards. "You can't hide what your family has done to innocent people! Your father was a horrible-"
"I KNOW!"
His right hand drops the journal, latching onto your shoulder to allow his anger to set deep within. The glow from his candle dims to let the dark features of his anger settle in.
"I know he was a horrible man. He ordered the execution of many people who did not deserve it. If he knew of what I have now... He would surely kill me." Rose sighs, letting you go and setting down his fading candle. "I come from a line of men who claim to know their faith. Who hoped that persecuting the innocent would cure them of their own sins. You want to know what I think?" He looks to the book on the desk with a wicked snarl. "I think they're all burning in hell for the rest of their days. My father, his father, and the ones who came before. The men he hired that still work in the castle? They too will burn for being so stuck in their ways..."
You place a hand under his chin, bringing him to look at you. "It's no use to hide the history of your lineage. You are the result of those men, whether you like it or not." He tries to butt in, but you're quick to pause his interruption. "But what they've done doesn't make you a horrible man. It's what you do now that truly matters, does it not? You wouldn't have executed them. You let my mothers live in peace despite the law your father put into place..."
With a hefty sigh, he cups your face and finally draws out a smile upon his own. "You still violated my trust, dearest. I didn't want you to wander..."
"You assume I'd be content staying in one room for the rest of my years." Your teasing is bold, but his laugh was moreso. "I suppose you're right. Come then, I guess I owe you a proper tour of our home." As you both approach the doorway, you pause for a moment in thought.
"What is to become of Charles?"
"Ah... Him. He can't go unpunished for disobeying my order, my dear."
Your blood runs ice cold, but Rose is quick to try and soothe your tense worry, "Calm yourself! He's not going to be executed- Lord almighty, did you forget my whole point of not being my father? He'll spend some time thinking over his betrayal and punished as severely as the crime calls for. Which... Isn't too cruel."
"Will he continue to serve for us?"
"That remains to be seen. Come! I'll show you to the bottom floor!"
