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rie-092 · 2 years

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Hiiiii I saw requests were open and I was wondering if you could do a platonic Yandere on the way to protect the female leads older brother? Like where the reader is the youngest and what would happen if they manage to runaway from their crazy family? Pls?

ANGEL

❲ platonic yandere! agriche family x youngest agriche! reader ❳

summary : everyone in the agriche family hates the fact that their angel, the weakest person in their household was able to escape from them.

tw : yandere behavior, toxic behavior, unhealthy obsession, mentions of killing, mentions of violence, confinement, (idk what to add anymore, hahaha)

ah, the youngest, the weakest, and the most naive member of the agriche family. that's how everyone, including your family, sees you as. they all see you as a fragile doll who needs protection because you might break down if they didn't protect you.

you see, everyone in that household was taught that familial love wasn't important. and lant, the current head of your family sees his children as weapons. but you do not belong with that. as much as he hates to admit it, this guy was so obsessed and curious about you. he doesn't know the reason why you, his weakest child were able to catch his attention.

you see, as much as he hates to admit it. you were his favorite child. and he doesn't want his child to get hurt, that's why he didn't hesitate to confine you to the agriche mansion. jeez, you want to explore the world with that weak-ass body of yours? no way!

maria and sierra, this two were the people who act like your bodyguards. if you're not with your siblings, maria and sierra wouldn't hesitate to invite you to have tea with them. as a platonic yandere, sierra could become pretty delusional. your behavior reminds her a lot of her deceased son, ashil. so cheerful and so kind. and at some point, this woman believed that you are ashil's reincarnation. if you're not, then why are you treating her like your own mom? why do you have the same mannerism as ashil? why are you so kind to everyone? and since she believed that you are ashil's reincarnation, sierra wouldn't hesitate to throw her life away if it means that she can protect you. because she doesn't want to lose you. she doesn't want to lose her as his again.

platonic yandere! maria was more twisted than sierra. everyone knows how sadistic maria could be. and if you ever disobeyed her, maria will not hesitate to kill an innocent servant in front of you. she will not care if you got some of the servant's blood on your body. because once she sees that terrified expression on your face, maria will immediately hurry and pull you into a hug and start to threaten to comfort you. ahh, our poor angel is so scared, don't worry! aunt maria will be there to protect you!

let's move on with platonic yandere! fontaine and griselda. you didn't expect that i'll add fontaine here, right? i also didn't expect that! but for the fun, let's add this asshole this guy! platonic yandere! fontaine, wants to be recognized by lant. and seeing how much lant favors you, his youngest half-sister, this guy planned to use you. yes, he planned to use you at first, but his plans changed after seeing how innocent you are. you see, unlike the others, fontaine was the last person in the family who becomes a yandere for you. he keeps convincing himself that he had no use for your weak self. but seeing you trying your best to get along with him only boosts his unhealthy (platonic) obsession. and if you ever disobey this guy, he wouldn't hesitate to ‘discipline’ you. saying that he was only doing that for your sake so you better not tell to lant or your stepmothers that he hurt you, okay?!

but you don't have to worry! because whenever fontaine hurts you, griselda your older sister will be there to patch you up and comfort you. the main reason why griselda became a yandere for you was that you were interesting. and we all know that griselda loves interesting things. and the more she observes you, the more you become interesting. and griselda's amusement later morphed onto an unhealthy obsession. griselda was a calm woman, and she was able to hide her yandere tendencies so well. that's why whenever fontaine hurts you, you immediately go and look for her. and griselda, while patching you up, will manipulate you into thinking that fontaine was the bad guy here. griselda just wanted one simple thing, and it's you to stay away from fontaine. because once you did, then, her, lant, maria, roxana, dion, and jeremy will be able to deal with him quietly.

let's move on with platonic yandere! dion, roxana, and jeremy. dion, this guy was the one who trained you. that's also the main reason why you passed that test easily. and during those times that he trained you, the two of you got close to each other. and your other siblings were jealous of him! but dion doesn't care. just like lant, dion is an overprotective type of yandere. as much as dion likes to see you cry. this guy still prefers to see you smiling at him. and he will do anything (even if it means he had to kill someone) just to keep that bright smile of yours, he'll do it.

jeremy just like others is very obsessed with your presence. this guy was very clingy to you. he just really adores his little sister! he will even compete against dion and the others to show them that he was the one who's closest to you. and do you remember that present that you gave him three years ago? the one that you personally made? he always keeps it with him and once he had a chance, he won't hesitate to brag it to his other siblings. he was like, look at this! (first name) made this for me with those pretty fingers of hers! did she give you this kind of present before? oh, that just means that i and xana are her favorite siblings! and everyone knows how childish jeremy could be when it comes to you. that's why he easily got jealous whenever he sees you having tea with dion. that's why he wouldn't hesitate to drag you with him every time he visits roxana. you don't have to worry, this older brother of yours just wants to spend time with you! that's why, you will go with him, right?

roxana is just like griselda because she was able to hide her yandere tendencies very well. roxana just like jeremy, doesn't like to see you with dion. because she was worried that dion might corrupt your innocence. as a yandere, roxana can be pretty manipulative, and sadistic. if you ever disobey her, just like fontaine, roxana won't hesitate to discipline you. but you don't have to worry, because, unlike fontaine, she and jeremy will be there to comfort you. oh, poor little (first name). if you just listened to roxana then she won't have to punish you! this is also hard for her, so just listen to her, okay?

and you, being tired to deal with your family's bullshits decided to run away from them. how did you manage to get away from them? let's keep it a secret for now.

and you're wondering what happened to your family after you managed to escape from them? simple, your crazy family became crazier because their angel wasn't there with them. you are the only one who keeps them sane, and you disappeared? this will just cause havoc inside the agriche mansion.

lant, was the first person who discovered that you got escaped. and he was so furious, to the point that he killed all the servants and knights that he assigned to you. it was their fault! how dare they help his little angel to help his little angel escape! he knows that you can't escape alone, without anyone's help, that's the reason why he's sure that someone helped you. and once he knows who's the person who helped you, lant will surely torture them!

just like lant, maria was also angry. this woman wants to kill the person who helped you escape. while sierra, sierra was heartbroken and scared. what if something happens to you while you're outside?! what if you got hurt while you were outside?! no, no, no! she doesn't want to lose you! because if she loses you, then she will lose ashil completely!

the usual calm griselda was nowhere to be seen after you managed to escape from them. griselda become colder and many servants were scared because of that. because every time griselda looks at them, griselda looks uninterested and very bored. after all, in griselda's eyes. the servants weren't interesting as you. and she was also furious at those people that her father sent to guard you. how dare they let you escape. haah, it looks like she needs to go out to kill the family of those guards.

everyone knows how much fontaine loathes dion. but if it means that they will be able to bring you back to the mansion, fontaine won't hesitate to partner with dion to find you. even jeremy who hates both of them will help them to find you.

even roxana will surely send many of her poisonous butterflies just to find her little sister. without you around, your crazy family became crazier. so you better make sure that they won't be able to find you. because once they find you, they will not hesitate to break your legs or chain you if it means that you won't leave the mansion again.

“ you should enjoy your temporary freedom as much as you can, little angel. ”

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justleisha-deniyor · 2 years

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could you please write to yandere lante agriche x beautiful or manipulative reader wife begging her not to hurt her twin sons? (like her children have done something bad and she doesn't want him to do anything bad to them or punish them) thank you :) you are the best your writing is fantastic <3

YANDERE LANT AGRİCHE with wife reader

Leisha's Note: Thanks love! I'm doing my best. Thank you for reading <3

Before reading this article: This article contains obsessive, manipulative, torture and much more triggering content, it is recommended not to read by those with sensitivity.

The Duchy of Agriche knows him for his ruthlessness, a cruel man who has no mercy even to his own children.

But this cruel man also has a weakness. The Lady he was once obsessed with is now his wife.

You knew what a cruel man you married, you couldn't be as cowardly as Sierra, as cruel as Maria, at least not to your own child.

Pride? The last thing you cared about was your pride and reputation when your husband was about to kill your child, who was a part of you.

So you knelt before your husband, ignoring the tears that fell from your eyes as you pleaded for your sons.

You had to do this for your sons.

Lant couldn't hide his delight at this, you couldn't escape him. He would kill your children if you ran away from him. If you did something he didn't want, your sons would pay the price.

You are chained back to him forever. Who knows? Maybe one day you will be saved.

#yandere manhwa x reader #manhwa x reader #yandere manhwa #yandere lant agriche

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rouecentric · 2 years

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Are requests open? Can u do a yandre headcanons of lant agriche being his fav wife

ZOOWEE THAT'S A GREAT IDEA! :D

decided to make reader more willing, but manipulative bc i love the manipulative wife+lovesick fool husband dynamic

the others in the agriche duchy were no fools to see how much lant cared for you and your child(ren)

you were definitely his first wife, his first and true love, his first everything

although you were definitely more caring and nicer than your husband, you weren't completely harmless, you had a lovesick fool of a duke and trained staff for you to use whenever you see fit

you were a role model for lant's daughters and other noblewomen, defeating other people with your silver tongue and immense influence over others

lant only wants the best when it comes to giving you things, flowers? skillfuly taken care of by one of the best gardeners there is, dresses/suits? you have your own personally hired seamstress/tailor for your and your child(ren)s clothing

lant, in my opinion, is a mixture of both sadism and masochism, although he likes seeing others(including you) in pain, he also likes being hurt by you, the feeling is like a drug he can't get over

he's more lenient towards your child(ren), although he doesn't like weak people, your child(ren) wouldn't meet the same fate as ashil, instead, giving them other roles he thinks that they would be better fit in

as the duchess of black agriche, you're the second most influential and powerful person in the duchy, with lant's other wives being respectful and caring towards you

the same goes towards your step children, although some try to get closer to you out of genuine love and interest, they all were taught to be respectful towards the duchess of the duchy

lant doesn't like it when you interact with other noblemen, it doesn't matter if it's for business, you're his favorite wife and duchess of the black agriche, those pests shouldn't be even looking at your direction!

he definitely has thought of breaking your legs so you wouldn't leave the agriche duchy more than once

you're not allowed to leave the duchy without a few knights, and by a few i mean an army of them

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d10nsaint · 2 years

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LOVE TASTE -

“They don't love you like I do”

“Dion, come drink with me, darling.”

“No than-”

“Sit.”

He sat down on the couch next to you.

“Y’know, im very glad that Lant isn’t here.Now, i can do whatever i want with you,love.”You said, pouring him a shot of whiskey.He took the glass from your hand and took a sip.

“What do you want to do with me?”His tired red eyes pierced through you,trying to look through your soul for an answer.

“It would be very lewd if i said half of what i wanted.But now, you’re all mine.And nobody can take you from me.”

“I wouldn’t let anybody take me away from you.”

“Haah.I dont think you get it.” You sighed, putting your glass down.

You grabbed the cross that he always wore.It was the symbol that he was yours.That nobody could touch him.

“No other woman could love you like i do.Nobody would make half of the sacrifices that i do for you.”

“Now, i have full authority to kill anybody that gets too friendly with you, my love.You’re mine.” You pulled him closer to you.

#leigewrites #manhwa #dion agriche #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #jeremy agriche #roxana agriche #maria agriche #lant agriche #season 2 #yandere #possesive love #x reader #manhwa x reader #yandere manhwa x reader

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that-one-pretty-bitch · 2 years

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(A/N : Reader is an arrogant woman because of her looks and skills, she isn’t little miss perfect, she will seduce and use Dion to her twisted wishes )

A bit Limey so 13+

Her heart pounded against her chest, her breaths were heavy. She was thrown onto her knees by a guard and forced to not look up. She could only see leather shoes, these shoes were different, they were not akin to those of the men that had captured her, they seemed grander. Black leader shoes carved in gold with the Agriche symbol on it, Agriche symbol…

That could only mean that the man that is standing by her is an Agriche resident. She felt sick knowing that she was in the presence of one of these monsters.

Her head was brought up only for E/c eyes to meet Crimson ones. He was an average looking boy, it was quite unusual considering that all kids of the Agriche Ancestry are bent with bewitching looks. With a face like that, she was sure he was unloved by his mother, all women in this heritage are quite demanding when it comes to looks. He looked like a half-heartedly carved out doll, there was a glimpse of something in his eyes, something that you couldn’t quite wrap your head around, however the rest of his expression was simply bored and unfazed.

She heard the sound of footsteps, was her luck so awful that she would encounter more of these freaks?

He was seemingly much older than the boy that was standing beside her genuflect figure. Unlike the younger boy she could make out his expression, his eyes held a certain amount of insanity within them. Watching as the man smirked down at her, she knew she was doomed.

“This is the woman you wish to marry, Dion? A wonderful choice, she is heavenly as expected of you son,” That man spoke, Ah so the boy’s name was Dion.

The older man tugged at the ropes that were binding her onto the floor and handed them to Dion, she were being treated like a dog, that was simply no way to treat a woman like herself.

As she were forced up she noticed that Dion wasn’t the only Agriche in the room, as if her life wasn’t already hanging by a silk thread she would now have more of these inhuman creatures to deal with.

How many hell spawns did that old man have anyway?

Noticing special brooches on each of them, it didn’t take long for her to recognize that each of these children present were upper ranked children. The most terrifying of the bunch, she felt her bottom lip quiver at the sight of them but remembered that Agriches feed off fear so she must remain calm at all times. Taking a deep breath in, she observed her surroundings more precisely.

Everyone seemed to have their own contradictory reactions to her unexpected presence. However, they all had one thing in common, Y/n was quick to notice, vague interest.

It was time she kissed her freedom goodbye, having four Agriches show interest in her wasn’t something that could be simply brushed off.

“You are coming with me,” Dion said, his voice was a deep tone, it felt bone chilling yet so pleasant.

Y/n couldn’t help but glare, how could that man simply order her around? She was no object!

That was a wrong move, like one were playing a game of chess absentmindedly and realized that they would lose no matter what. She wanted to cry, to scream but her throat refused to heed to her call. She couldn’t voice her thoughts as her mind got louder and louder. Insults were being thrown at her, flashbacks of memories with her family, hurt, pain and guilt. She was caught in a storm of memories, however she needed to avoid crying at all costs. She knew that in this household people that showed any weakness were devoured whole. Taking deep breaths, she calmed her mind down and looked up at Dion who had not started walking. He was staring at her, undressing her with his eyes.

To think, someone so hideous would fancy her, she deserved much better but perhaps if he liked her she could find a way to escape this hellhole and destroy it once and for all. It's settled then, she would slowly seduce Dion and use him to destroy his family with the payment of her own body.

As Dion was about to walk off, another man with a scarred face started to argue about Dion keeping the ‘beauty’ that she assumed was her for himself. One sharp glare from Dion was enough to shut this man up, was this man truly that terrifying? In those eyes of his she saw vulnerability, she may have been the sheep to a wolf but the roles would reverse themselves soon. She was sure of it.

She realized that her feet were shambled, walking had become difficult, each step she took felt sharp and painful. It seemed that she had sprained her ankle and the metal chains were not going easy on her injury. Each step only strengthened the fury of her pain, Dion took notice of her limping and smirked. For once, he showed some emotion.

Her walking became slow and soon after her feet gave up on her, tumbling towards the floor. Oh, how humiliating this was for her. As she prepared herself for the harsh impact of the floor she felt muscular arms wrapped around her waist. Dion had caught her, her heart sped up as she looked him in his eyes, she had never been this close to him. Everything about him terrified her, his arms could break every single bone in her body one by one. He could destroy her mind and body easily but knowing so simply excited her. For once a man wouldn’t be easy, she would have to work hard to get Dion Agriche on her side and then she would use him. Unlike the others he would not just fall in a trance for her beauty, she would have to take time and seduce him.

She felt excitement gleaming in her eyes, oh this would surely be fun, she was afraid but fear should always be used as fuel for power and Y/n would settle for no less.

Scanning the hallways, Y/n manages to memorize each and every door. The mansion was surely a maze but Y/n wasn’t all beauty. She was an intelligent woman who excelled in her academics.

The Agriches had quite the taste when it came to the interior of their mansion, Y/n wondered if they made their hallways so perplexed so that prisoners, like her, wouldn’t escape…

Their floor and walls were lavishly decorated with a darker color palette, perhaps this was to hide blood stains, after all blood stains are much easier to clean up on darker surfaces.

Y/n didn’t know if she was overthinking this or the Agriche knew from the very start that they would want to be cold hearted murderers. That's why their interior supports their dirty work.

Her train of thoughts came to an abrupt stop as the man carrying her stopped at a door, despite the fact that the Agriche estate was dark, this room door was even darker, it was a pitch black decorated in mesmerizing gold.

As he took her inside and placed her on a couch, removing the shackles she noticed that this room was quite plain. Much to her distaste, it was a well maintained room but it lacked the feeling of a room, it seemed more like a lavish prison than a room. There were knives displayed on the wall, and simple furniture in its righteous place.

Y/n tenses up as the lock of the door clicks behind her and Dion comes closer, part of her wished she could run, which would have been futile and another part thought that she should use this situation to her advantage.

His blood eyes landed on her face, such a delicate face, dazzling features, he rubbed his thumb against her lips. His intentions were clear, he seemed to have taken an interest in Y/n and wanted to make her his wife. Her breath hitches as his hand is brought to her jawline, he carcasses her face but to Y/n it seemed that he could snap her skull anytime he pleased. It was like her life was in his hands and this displeased her greatly.

She attempted to control her breathing as she remembered that she was in the hands of a monster who fed off her pain only for her unfaithful body to give in and shiver at his cold touch. His touch is gentle, far too human to come from the likes of him.

Y/n may not have known Dion Agriche too well but she knew he was not one to talk. It seemed as if she would have to start the conversation, this man couldn’t even bother to offer her a drink! Her throat was incredibly dry and scorching she needed water right away

“May I have drinking water?” Y/n asks, her voice seductive, oh how she hoped he would just fall for it and give her a glass.

Dion seemingly ignored her and moved his hands to her hair, twirling it in his fingers.

It was quite frustrating that Dion’s persona didn’t falter in the least, she couldn’t tell what he was thinking at all.

“Why?” He asked, like a woman couldn’t simply feel dehydrated.

Plastering the fakest smile she could manage and speaking through gritted teeth she finally managed to utter

“Because my throat is dry and I would like some water”

She was pinned down to the sofa, crimson eyes gazing into hers, he gripped her bruised arm only to earn a pained hiss and sharp glare.

He rather liked seeing her so vulnerable, he pushed onto her bruised arm once again only to see a pain filled expression. That's when she noticed Dion seemed interested, perhaps this is her chance.

“Is that any way to treat a woman?” Y/n asked doe eyes filled with hatred

Dion seems to take notice in the sudden change of expressions and grips onto her waist examining her clothed body closely. Before his eyes she felt naked. Her body felt hotter by the minute, her breath was slow and both of them felt aroused. He leaned down for a kiss, sucking on her tongue while twirling a strand of hair within his fingers.

As he brought his body closer to her Y/n felt a sharp pain on her right thigh, the blade in Dion’s pocket slipped out and cut her thigh slightly. Dion watched as Y/n winced in pain, her expressions were so breathtaking, he had never seen such anger before. He broke from the kiss and licked the blood off Y/n’s thigh. He picked up the dagger and deepened the bruise, cutting deeper this time.

Y/n had enough, this man was far too much trouble, of course she would need him to simply use as a toy but he was going too far. She pulled on his hair tightly, only to be met with no response.

Did he really feel no pain?

This action of hers amused Dion, she attempted to hurt an Agriche what a bold woman she truly was.

He switched places with Y/n, pulling the woman from underneath him and placing her in a w-sitting position on top of his as he lay down. He pulled the woman that was now on top of him to kiss him once more, smashing plump lips on thin chapped ones, leaning down Y/n lost her balance and slipped a knee between Dion’s legs only for his body to heat up. His pants felt tighter by the second…

Tonight, she would seduce him

She would use him to her pleasure

She would make him destroy himself and his family

Breaking his mind and then his body, she may be weaker physically but she was no saint

#agriche #twtptflob #dion agriche #dion agrece #dion agriche x reader #yandere dion agriche x reader #manwaha x reader #idk #lant agriche #agriche family

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kokofromwattpad · 1 year

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THE BELOVED SERVANT

Featuring: The Agriche Family

Plot: You have been working under the Agriches for all your life. The family held you on an extremely high pedestal of excellence. After all, you are their beloved servant.

Cw: yandere!Agriche family x GN!reader, ooc characters (obvi), unhealthy habits

A/N: I was re-reading 'The Way To Protect The Female Lead’s Older Brother' and this idea just kinda spawned from it.

LANTE AGRICHE:

Lante had originally hired your then pregnant mother to work for his family since she was one of the best and most submissive servants he's met. He also hired her because of the fact that she was pregnant, which meant that he would have another servant working under him for free. Since you grew up surrounded by insanity, blood, gore and death, you were quite used to it by the time you had turned 16. He decided that he would have you accompany him and son, Dion, on beast hunting whenever your schedule was open. You also went along just to get some practice in and build some muscle. He is forever surprised at how strong you are and kinda admires your strength and power.

SIERRA AGRICHE:

Sierra was very close with your mother and actually became best friends with even before you were born! She loved spending time with you and would spend hours upon hours speaking about you with you. Whenever you left her side, she felt a feeling of paranoia go ever her in waves, which gets stronger the longer you are away from her. When you would return to her, she would try and beg you to never leave her side again as she was worried that you would get hurt (even though you could take out a fully grown man with one punch in the jaw).

MARIA AGRICHE:

You were often ordered to help at Maria's many tea parties. The only reason why you did not die when you were younger for making any mistakes was because you had a cute round face that Maria just swooned at. She would sometimes even pinch your cheeks so hard that it would turn red and swollen. One time, when you made an accident by spilling some tea on the ground, your mother slapped you on the back of your head for doing that. Maria, having seen all of this, grew furious with your mother and banished her to forever live in the dungeons of the estate. Maria consoled you afterwards and even taught you how to maintain a better posture so that an accident like this would not happen again.

DION AGRICHE:

Dion and you grew up together, since the both of you were close in age and had similar hobbies and opinions. Dion always liked training with you and whenever you would beat him, he would always just smile and admit defeat with a kind grin on his face. Later, when he started going through puberty, he developed a massive crush on, but because he is just such a great actor, you never noticed or just didn't care to acknowledge it. One day, Dion ordered that you get dressed up in your finest clothes, and when you were done, he snapped a photo of you and placed it in a long golden locket he specially bought just for this.

GRIZELDA AGRICHE:

Grizelda has had a special attachment to you. She loves it when you do her hair in the mornings and trains with you in the afternoons. Whenever you were ordered to feed the beasts, she would stand in the corner and just admire you the whole time, she knew that you were strong enough to survive without her assistance. Grizelda sometimes makes you take walks with her by the greenhouses and the two of you just talk about anything and everything that there is to be spoken about.

ROXANA AGRICHE:

Roxana saw you as a figure of power and skill. She would watch as you would drag toys by their hair with one arm to the dungeons for one of her unnamed half siblings to play with. When the poisonous butterflies hatched, even though it caused her a lot of pain, she would always have at least one of them near you that she can keep updated on your whereabouts. When the two of you were younger, she loved it when every night, you pull up a chair and read her bedtime story so that she sleep better. After her brother died during the test, she would cling to you where ever you were to keep you safe and sound. Sometimes, when she was in a good mood, she would let you play and style her hair, it calmed her down and made her feel content.

JEREMY AGRICHE:

Jeremy actually picked up his cheekiness from you when he was still young and impressionable. No matter where you are, Jeremy can and will find you. He is always clinging onto your arm while you do your everyday tasks. Whenever you go beast hunting with his father and older brother, he would always cry and beg that you wouldn't go so that you could stay with him. But when Dion forcefully places you on your horse, he is cursing at his brother like he is in a bar fight. Once you arrive back with your winnings, he praises you and your skill and beg you to teach him so that he can become strong just like you, his role-model.

CHARLOTTE AGRICHE:

Charlotte is an attention hog, even more that Jeremy if that's possible. She loves watching you drag toys as if they don't weigh anything. To put it simple, you're her torture buddy. When the new toy went to her older sister instead of her, she went crying to you while you were sleeping to try and gain your sympathy. You honestly just comforted her so that she could let you sleep in peace. Whenever you show off even an ounce of her strength, she claims you as hers and will comment stuff like, 'That's my assistant!'

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lxdymoon0357 · 1 year

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Hello I was wondering if u did crossovers bc I got a crazy idea. What if u did a cross over with the villainess is a marionette, villains are destined dj die, and the way to protect the female lead? Like she is Penelope’s sister and she keeps getting transported in other worlds by mistake? And they’re all Yandere fore her? U obviously doing have to do this but this is just a e crazy idea 😅

(cool idea, but it's just blood.... Also Ashil passed his test and lived because I wanted him too!)

Crossover:

Villains are destined to die X Villainess is a marionette X The way to protect the female lead's older brothers X Reader HCs

※You were the only sister of Penelope, you both were extremely lucky and grateful to be taken in by the Eckhart family, they treated your sister nicely as well, but unlike your sister, you had a special power that is to move between three world where you’re meant to make people meet destiny, or something similar to that, your mother explained it to you, but you were very young to understand anything.

※ You grew up being a beloved child by your mother, sister and the people of the Eckhart duchy, you were seen as the kindest, prettiest and a gifted child by all.

※You met many people, including the royal rat with rubies for eyes, Vinter Varnandi, Yvonne and Ecklies, you quickly managed to form a dear companionship with each of them and quickly making them yanderes for you.

※You were quite close with your sister and hated the people in the manor for treating your elder sister badly, often triggering your power and transporting them somewhere and when they would come back they would either be dead or badly hurt.

※You formed a big companionship with Callisto, the crown prince who later on fell for Penelope and kept her close with him to keep you near him as well.

※You grew up healthy and grifted loved by your trashy brothers, you father, your annoying servants, your lovely sisters and many more people.

※When you grew up, the Eckharts learnt about your power and all your family loved you, then it was time to train your power, upon moving to one of the places you ended up bruised and fainted in a huge garden, when you woke up there was a beautiful man sleeping in a chair next to you, he looked extremely regal; He had short blonde hair with blue eyes and pretty lips with lashes, as you sat up in bed someone held your shoulder and slowly fluffed up your pillows, it was a girl who looked similar to the man sitting in the chair, she was one of the prettiest lady you had ever met, she had long blonde hair with shining blue eyes with pretty lashes and red lips.

※You later on learned their names, Cayena and Rezef Hill, they both were half siblings and the next emperor and princess in line for the throne

※You quickly managed to befriend them both, those two would spoil you rotten and also tried to keep you with them for as long as possible, you also met Cayena’s fiancée and half-brother, Raffealo Kedrey and Ethel Hill, both of whom you also happen to quickly befriend.

※They quickly became big yanderes for you, and upon learning how you got here and your power, they decided to slowly teach you about it, but not let you leave them, which was a big thing. They thought to keep you with them, while letting you visit your family for a few days every five months.

※So, once when Rezef was training you, you accidently ended up in a large, bloody field in someone’s arms, as you as you fell in their arms you fainted from exhaustion, but before you fainted you saw black grey hair with red eyes.

※As you woke up, you were in a huge red room completely bandaged, as you sat up you saw the door open, with three people entering, the man whom you saw before with a younger version of him and a gorgeous lady with blonde hair and ruby red eyes, with plump, red lips and a sharp face. The man who caught you was named Lant Agriche, his younger version was his son, named Dion Agriche and the lady was his beloved daughter, called Roxanne Agriche, you had ended up in the manor of Black Agriche.

※Lant had saw you falling from the sky and quickly caught you before you fainted in his arms, he saw your face and was mesmerized by it?...You don’t understand but that’s what Roxanne said, he brought you back to the manor carrying your princess style shocking everyone there, seeing the head of the family holding someone so tenderly, even more a beautiful person.

※You quickly took over the head’s heart as a dear child and he decided to make sure you were kept as safely as possible only letting a few people see you when you were knocked out for the days, them being only Sierra and Ashil, and maybe Roxanne on days when Lant was in very good mood.

※Ashil would describe you to Roxanne, Roxanne when she first got to see you was mesmerized by you, you were very pretty. She would constantly try to make Lant happy so he would let her see you.

※Sierra on the other hand would look after you, along with Ashil who would try to find some books on how to cure you fatser.

※Everybody in the Agriche manor wanted to see you, the lucky servants would tell about you to other servants who were asking them about you, everybody was curiously waiting for you to quickly heal so they could also see you and meet, including Grizelda, Fontaine, Maria, Jeremy, Charlotte, Dion and many more, I mean who wouldn’t be if they saw Lant carrying someone so tenderly.

※Now back to the present, as you sat up and saw the three come in and take a seat on the chair near your bed, Lant immediately put his hand on your shoulder and laid you back on the bed, while the other two sat on the other side.

※As the doctor came and checked up on you and gave you shots, Lant held your tiny hand in his, often using his other hand to stroke your hair and warm face with tenderness, which shocked the other two more.

※You quickly became the favorite between the Agriches, Dion loved you so much, you got gifts, sweets, treats, party invites and much, much more constantly.

※But you were also kept locked up in a room for hours on end, unless Lant would visit you with a beaming smile on his face, you were kept like this in the Eckhart manor as well, so it didn’t faze you.

※You would then by taught by the three family how to use your power and learn about it, so they can make a place where you power won’t work so you can’t teleport away from them anymore.

※Other than this type of behavior, you loved your families very much, you introduced everyone to each other, Roxanne, Cayena and Penelope got along very well always talking shit about someone they don’t like, Rezef, Callisto and Dion also became good friends often teaching each other if they tried to get to close to you their favorite torture methods, Jeremy and Reynold made a normal companionship and Sierra and Ashil became very close with Yvonne and Vinter, they would be the kindest to you and the most patient with you as well.

※You would often unknowingly cause arguments between the families, especially Rezef, Ashil, Callisto and Dion when you said your favorite brother was Ashil, he became a bit cocky for some time to the others people of his new found families and his own family.

※Everyone accepted each other, mainly because they all enjoyed blood, you would mostly be in the eyes of Lant, Dion, Ashil or Callisto, no one else because they all fall prey to your puppy eyes.

※They all end those people’s life in the most horrific way, the ones who tried to hurt you or get you away from them in any way.

※They love you so much, aren’t you happy having such a large family!!!

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dxmoness · 11 months

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FORBIDDEN | TWTPFLOB

[ AUTHOR NOTE ] This is just brain rot dw about it lmao

[ WARNINGS ] cheating, yandere doings, forced kissing, mentions of Fontaine forcing himself on reader

[ PRONOUNS ] she/her

[ CHARACTERS ] Dion Agriche

Y/N was Fontaine's newly wedded wife. As anyone could probably tell their lovelife was one sided whereas Fontaine was extremely in love with her and wanted to do anything with her while Y/N hated the thought of even being in bed with him.

Dion was Y/N's brother-in-law who for some reason was always there when she needed someone to cry to. Every single time.

In truth, what Y/N didn't know was that Dion was supposed to be her fiancé. Dion and not Fontaine but Lant Agriche had cared to notice the desperation of Fontaine's behavior towards the mere thought of marrying her so he agreed. Another reason was because Dion would be in more missions than Fontaine would ever be.

Now he stood, regretting every decision. He had been with Y/N today. Her smiles and genuine gestures made everything clear. She wanted him more than Fontaine. He didn't need to hear it from her, he could read expressions.

But today held a very traumatizing day for both of them. There was a gala held as a celebration for one year marriage between Fontaine and Y/N, in this they acted as if they were strangers mostly but there were times when he'd touch her inappropriately in front of others.

The feeling was uncomfortable and he didn't stop even when she asked him. He'd only guilt trip her into allowing him to resume his disgusting actions.

Dion wanted to murder him, right then and there he really did. He was infuriated and disgusted to even be labeled the same last name as that man. But this wasn't the worse that would occur tonight.

He was walking down the hall when he heard shrieking. Y/N.

It was as if something was making her feel pain, but he figured out it was a someone rather than a something just moments later.

Y/N had been running from Fontaine because he told her planned to do some things she couldn't even say or think about with feeling disgusted. Fontaine caught her though and pulled her to a forced kiss, this went on for ages until he forced himself completely onto her.

The next day she awoke, disgraced and in pain. She wanted to stay in here for long but her in-laws would wonder what had happened so she slipped off the bed. The moment she stood on firm ground, she collapsed on the floor, tears streaming down her face as she felt like she'd been destroyed.

Just as she had managed to dress and rush out, Dion appeared. His eyes filled with concern, then surprise, then hatred bubbled in him. "Y/N..." Dion started but she covered his mouth.

Shaking her head, she lets go of him pressing a finger on her lips. Dion didn't understand why she didn't want to call for help or check this out to the physician but he didn't contradict. Not when his darling was in pain like this. His hand rests on her head as he hesitantly pats her. He was new to giving affection and still was learning how to be the better man, learning for her.

But whether or not he knew to be affectionate, Y/N still appreciated his efforts. She was quiet but calm as he carried her back to the room, laying her on the bed.

"Tea?" He asks softly before she nods. "Okay." He rang for a maid and called for a cup of tea to be given to Y/N in her chambers. He stayed there a while, watching her making sure was alright. Like a good husband would, if only he was her husband.

When he was about to leave, Y/N grabs him. Her eyes seem to beg for him to stay before she even said the words. "Stay. Please?" She said, her voice said everything. She wanted his affection and needed his undivided attention.

He nods. "Okay." His voice was soft and held sincerity. Something he normally doesn't give off. He hugged her as they lay on the bed, in the comfort of each other's arms.

#• . breve · short fics!#dion agriche x reader #dion agriche #twtpflob #twtptflob x reader #the way to protect the female lead's older brother x reader #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #dion x reader

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lyomeii · 11 months

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the very best

warnings: yandere themes, lante agriche, dion agriche, murder attempt, blood.

request by anon! Can you do one where Reader is Yandere lante favorite wife but is the [Biological] mother of Yandere Deon making Deon being lante favorite and loved child!! who also doesn't use Deon like a tool, my baby needs love]

a/n: sorry for being inactive in the blog :( got a writing block and I got quite busy with sewing classes, but I’m back :) so I hope you guys enjoy it. and once again, lante and dion as warnings.

➤ when you were pregnant, lante approached you and congratulate you for it. at first, lante keep distance from you during your pregnancy, yet once your son was born and you named him dion. The head of the family saw an opportunity.

➤ the little boy who has the same hair and eyes of lante made most people scary of what dion might become as he grow in old, but not you. Unlike most of his wife, you took care of dion without much help around and sometimes, you would bring him to play with roxanna and achille.

➤ lante decided to step in and spend a part of day with you and dion. people were shocked to see the head interact with you and the little boy, many suspects that lante would kill his own son and wife for a stupid reason, but he didn’t. people actually see the man talking and laughing with you at his side as he try to be a father figure to dion as years goes on.

➤ even with his father presence and you being the best mother someone could ask for, dion still become that apathetic looking boy. his expression always a boring and monotonous one, yet a small smile is on his face when you are talking with him, however, dion doesn’t do that with his father.

➤ lante, even though he was actually a not and for dion, isn’t surprised by the fact that his son still cold towards him. if any of his children were actually raised by him, they would believe that he is using them and well, he blames himself for that.

➤ the head actually cares for dion, but doesn’t force his son to spend time with him nor to like him. however, he makes you and dion to go with him to parties and reunions with the others family. Lante likes seeing his wife and son together with him in such events, specially for how dion is almost a younger version of him and how you are a perfect wife and mother.

➤ there was one time where an assassin attempted to kill you during such event. the entire incident made lante crazy about your safety and send you back to the agriche’s territory. dion, in the other hand, was send by his father to chase the assassin in order to make you safer.

➤ as you spend your time inside your mansion doing anything to not be bored, dion arrived with blood back home and the view made you worry about your son’s state. there was no injuries in dion, making you both glad and quite afraid of him…even though you did you best to raise dion to become someone good, he still an agriche after all.

@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost

#yandere headcanon #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male #yandere manhwa #manhwa x reader #yandere manhwa x reader #yandere lante agriche #lante agriche #lante agriche x reader #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #yandere the way to protect female lead’s older brother x reader #the way to protect female lead’s older brother imagine #the way to protect the female lead’s older brother x reader

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chaedomi · 9 months

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THEIR DELICATE FLOWER

SUMMARY . flowers come in assorted colors and produce sweet nectar. as a result, flowers attract various kinds of butterflies, even the so-called deadly ones. pt. 2

CHARACTERS . THE BLACK AGRICHE (minus Fontaine)

WARNINGS . YANDERE, female child reader, platonic, ooc, violence, death, unhealthy relationships, everyone somehow finding a way to terrorize reader, the agriche family as a whole (if i missed any, kindly alert me)

WORDCOUNT . 5.8k+ / MASTERLIST.

YOUR MOTHER was already a laughing stock and a huge disgrace to The Black Agriche. Due to this, she was confined to her room, away from the disgusted eyes that followed her form with every step she took. Her reputation further decreased when word spread in the household that she gave birth to a baby girl… a sickly one at that. Was she trying to ruin the image The Black Agriche carefully built for years!?

When LANTE found out, he was beyond livid. The disdain he held for your mother was very evident as the slightest hint of her has him in a sour mood and heads rolling. Still, he gave her a chance to redeem herself; birth a worthy child was all he commanded. However, the ending result only proved that she was indeed a useless woman.

Nobody could have stopped him from what he did next, not even the wails and desperate pleas of his other wife that knelt helplessly on the ground. Unleashing his bloodlust, your mother was brutally killed. The only ones spared were his other wife and you, as he deemed it foolish to judge you as a newborn. Perhaps your state was only temporary and as you grew older, you would impress him.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. Although you weren’t sick, you grew to be a rather fragile individual. The littlest pressure has you crumpling in pain, wheezing breathlessly. A disappointment, really. Nevertheless, he kept giving you another chance to prove yourself. When you fail, he gives another and another, and another, and another-

It was then he realized how lenient he has been with you out of all people. Why he hasn’t diced you into a pile of meat as he claimed each time was beyond him. Every time you made a fault, he found himself scrambling for a reason to excuse your deplorable actions. It was unlikely of him and bothered him to a large extent.

Having enough of the confusing emotions you struck within him, an order was sent out, requesting your presence. Understandably, you were petrified as it was not common for the Head of The Agriche Family to express interest in seeing anyone out of the blue. And with an amused smirk, he watched as you nervously eat the desserts brought by the servants before dismissing you from his private room.

He continued doing this, either inviting you to the room or seeking you outside, the extreme feelings he experienced deepening with every interaction he held with you. Eventually, it escalated to a point where he didn’t want you to leave his side. He soon concluded that he will never understand what aspect of yours drew this uncharacteristic side out of him. And oddly enough… he was at peace with it. Maybe your mother was capable of doing good. Hmm…

Effortlessly, the killer of your mother lifted you from your seat. A touch meant to be comforting caused shockwaves of discomfort and fear to travel up your spine. His expression was unreadable, scrutinizing gaze never leaving your form. Eyes resembling the crimson red of blood, the picture was forever burned into your memory.

“...How strange.”

Unsurprisingly to most, SIERRA was the best friend of your mother. Looking past the horrible rumors that lingered inside the household about your mother, she decided to befriend her. And boy, was she relieved, discovering that your mother was nothing like the rumors had stated, no, your mother was just a sweet, harmless woman. The moments spent were very wholesome and a change of pace from the insanity that lingered in the household.

Though… everything went crashing down when your mother became pregnant with you. Don’t misunderstand Sierra… she was overjoyed over the announcement of you. What frightened her so much was that your mother fell terribly ill and without much reason. When your mother expressed her concerns about your health, Sierra also felt dread, wanting nothing horrible to happen to you. While it’s not related to health, Sierra knew what it’s like to be worried about your child’s well-being; she knew it all too well. Bless her kind-hearted soul, she hoped your mother would never experience the pain she was put through.

But, it appeared as though her prayers and hopes were all for naught as you were born sickly and frail. And aware of the monstrosity that will arise afterward, her heart shattered into a million pieces. Still, her knowledge of this evil pattern will never emotionally nor mentally prepare her for the disastrous event. Oh, she hated how powerless she was. Her screams, wails, and pleas were futile, having to witness the execution of her beloved friend at the hands of her husband. Why must the people she loves suffer so much?

She was left alone in the room, sobbing into her palm. Had it not been for the soft wails of your newborn self, she would have remained there on the ground, allowing the coolness of the tiles to seep onto her skin as she wept to her heart’s content. Frantically leaping to her feet and momentarily pushing her grief aside, she scooped your bundled self in her arms, listening to you calm down as a woeful frown etched itself onto her lips. Blinking away the stray tears in the corner of her eyes, she hugged you closer to her chest, rocking you slowly. She might as well enjoy what was left of her beloved friend.

History surely had its cruel way of repeating itself. As you aged, you developed a lovely personality; innocent and pure, contrasting the sadistic and aggressive personas the rest of your family members owned. Why it destroyed her the way it did was because your traits were on par with her deceased son, Ashil. Just what did she do to relive such a nightmare?

By some miracle, Lante seemed to favor you tremendously. The stress that was lifted from her shoulders was refreshing. …It was especially difficult to ignore how extremely clingy Sierra was toward you. Every hour of the day, every second, Sierra insisted to be by your side, never allowing you a moment of isolation. Even so, her clinginess will never compare to how overprotective she was. God forbid if you got injured in her sight, or somehow managed to sneak away from her watchful eyes for too long. She will fall into hysterics, holding onto the little thread of sanity she possessed as she smothers you with overbearing attention.

You almost screamed in terror at the figure looming above you. Thankfully, your brain reacted quicker as you identified the figure as your stepmother. What mostly unnerved you was not the fact that she most likely might have been watching you sleep, but how… lifeless she looked. You didn’t know she was able to make such a face. Quietly, you called out to her which successfully snapped her out of her trance. Wordlessly, the woman sunk to her knees and wrapped her arms around your small body, stuffing her face in your torso. Regardless of your utter confusion as to why she visited you in the dead of night, you returned the gesture, spurring her to tears. Doesn’t look like she’ll be leaving anytime soon…

“...It could have been you as well…”

When Sierra says she’s going to stay with you, she means that she is staying with you. She does a good job of it as well, much to your dismay. But her whimpers every time you tried to run away always filled you with guilt, grounding you next to her. And thus, due to Sierra’s stubbornness to leave you alone, this is how MARIA met you.

It was a bright and sunny day, the flowers were in season, and birds were chirping merrily… it was the perfect condition to host a tea party! What better way to relax under this glorious weather than to enjoy tea and desserts with her favorite guests? So excitedly, Maria sent invitations.

Sierra was one of the last few to arrive. When Maria went to greet her, what she wasn’t expecting was two instead of one. Honestly speaking… Maria did not care for both you and your mother. Yes, she has heard of the gossip of your mother circulating among the Agriche Wives, and yes, she has heard the talk of your birth. But for someone who has never seen you or your mother before, there was only so much fuel she could add to the fire.

Her eyebrows were raised as Sierra timidly states that she brought someone along. Since Sierra was mostly alone, it was a surprise to her. Though all questions died down in her throat when she caught a glimpse of you.

The umbrella that was tightly grasped in her hand fell to the ground, her jaw slackening as she stared at you with blown eyes. …Was it even possible to be more beautiful than Sierra and her daughter combined!? You were just as pretty as a flower!

Not much explanation was needed, she immediately fell head over heels for you. Forget the fact you came uninvited, come relax and have some tea! Squealing with a skip in her step, she snatched you from Sierra's side, ushering you to a comfortable seat where she and all the ladies present fussed over you. …You left with a stomach bursting from sweets that day…

Unfortunately, gaining Maria's affection means you're subjected to her bizarre actions. If you had Sierra visiting your room in the dead of night, you had Maria visiting your room at the crack of dawn. You've woken up to her beaming face far too many times to count…

Braiding your hair, dressing up, and playing pretend are Maria's favorite activities with you and they always end with her pinching your cheeks and kissing them before she leaves. She really wanted to lock you up for herself, a cute little doll all for her to admire, pamper and cherish.

Maria was very cheerful and a bit eccentric, so you mostly felt at peace in her presence. …But that all changed when you stayed at a party longer than you should have. What you saw was like a wake-up call for you, unless they were Sierra, no matter how sweet they make themselves appear, they were still an Agriche, dehumanized, and evil.

You suddenly felt the dessert you ate creep up your throat as you stared at the servant's corpse... what was left of it, at least. The spoon you used to eat the treat slipped from your fingers, falling onto the table with a loud rattle. Your second stepmother, the murderer, was unbothered by it all, a devilish smile occupying her doll-like features, calming dishing out orders for the servant’s body to be fed to the beastly creatures that resided inside the mansion. At the sight of you, her sadistic smile morphed into one filled with pure adoration. She made her way to you giddily and squeezed you into a hug, uncaring of the evidence of her killing smearing all over your body. Frozen, you just stood there as she lovingly pressed a sweet kiss on your cheek.

"My! Aren't you such a Cutie Pie!"

The first time she saw you, she only gave you a glance… before she almost stumbled over as she did a double take. Once she regained her composure, in quick, long strides, ROXANA closed the distance between you both, firmly placing a gloved hand on your shoulder. You flinched, nearly shooting off the ground. The hallways were pretty much empty, so where the hell did she randomly emerge from?

Her stare intimidated you as her eyes were practically glaring holes into your body. It remained that way for a while, her hand on your shoulder as she stared, you, too scared out of your mind to even breathe properly. Soon, her hard stare turned soft, her reddened lips curling into her iconic smile.

Do you know how long she has waited to see you? The answer, she’s been waiting for years. The Abysmal Flower is a book that was offered to her by a school friend in her previous life… to which she initially detested reading because of the triggering contents the novel entailed… but she got past that. Because of all the dark themes, your character was an abnormality in the novel so to speak, especially when you were a member of The Black Agriche. The Black Agriche was known for its criminal activities… Fraud, Theft, Drugs & Poison, and most importantly murder, taking away lives without batting an eyelid.

You didn't belong with that, choosing peace as a method rather than violence. You were just a poor unfortunate soul inside a den filled with savages. It was a custom tradition in the household to eliminate those who stood outside their reputation as it displayed signs of weakness. But you remained unharmed by their gruesome acts. You see, the book portrayed you as possessing this indescribable charm where people feel more inclined to protect you than to harm you. Clearly, The Black Agriche was under this so-called charm of yours. It also extended to the novel’s heroine, Sylvia, who despite hating The Black Agriche, fell in love with you because of your angelic nature, viewing you as a younger sibling. Sadly, blinded by her rage and sorrow over the news of her brother’s killing, she wiped you out with the rest… falling into deeper despair after realizing she destroyed you as well.

Admittingly, Roxana held a grudge over Sylvia and the authors for that stunt. You were her favorite character by far and had so much potential. So even though the alarms blared loudly as her mind registered that she reincarnated as an Agriche and the trials that come along with the name, she was buzzing from glee now that she had a chance to see you… years after.

But after that ‘incident’ and the daily nuisances, she ought to handle for survival, the thought of you slowly slipped from her mind… until now. While no one will stupidly lay a finger on you inside the household, the same cannot be said for some outside the household. The Black Agriche has made quite the amount of enemies, after all. You being the favored one, including your predicament will make you a big target of these enemies. Thus, Roxana does her best to add extra security to your life.

Whenever she gets the chance, she will constantly check on you. If not, she will simply send one of her butterflies to always be updated about your whereabouts. Don’t you see? Whatever she does, it’s done in your favor… So, please enlighten her as to why you appear to be so antsy around her. She hasn’t done anything wrong, has she? She didn’t know you had a dramatic side… but, oh well, that’s endearing too.

She was nice to you, very very nice. For some reason though, it scared you more than it flattered you. You were unsure of why, but your instincts always screamed at you to avoid the blonde. She hasn’t done anything for you to fear her, only spoiling you with exquisite gifts and jewelry. But after what happened with your second stepmother… you didn’t want to take chances. A gloved thumb distracted you from your thoughts, gently caressing your cheek. Lifting your gaze, you peered into reddened hues, an emotion you were unable to decipher swirling in them. She smiled at you fondly, cooing even. Placing your hands on your lap, you smiled back, ignoring the nauseating churn in your stomach.

“Did I perhaps do something wrong? No? Then you don’t mind staying longer with your Big Sister, right~?”

Roxana’s extreme adoration for you had JEREMY torn between anxiety and anger. It’s already bad enough that he had to share his sister’s attention with the god-forsaken Blue Pedelian but now a whiny baby has come to steal the remainder of his spotlight!? He’s NOT happy. I mean, he was there longer than both you AND him. Though, it seems that his sister favors you more than the horny dog… Not that it makes it any better. It’s still annoying.

Jeremy has mentioned this several times to his sister, mostly about you. It was obvious he was jealous, but his complaints stemmed deeper than jealousy, it was fear that his sister will leave him if she attaches herself to others. Growing up in a loveless household was beyond excruciating and his sister, being the first one to treat him like a human and not a weapon, he continuously yearned for her affection. He didn’t want to return to what it was before, and if denying his sister interactions with others stopped that, he’s all in for it. Reassuring words from his sister, however, washed away the little panic inside him.

Still, it lingered on his mind, you. His sister doesn’t mention anyone just like that; if she does, it certainly isn’t to that extent. She’s always smiling, her eyes glitter in excitement, and she rambles on and on, very unusual for her. At least you make her happy… Nevermind. He’s still bitter about the whole thing.

In time, he finally asks his sister if he can meet the person that caught her eye. It could be anyone, considering the ungodly amount of siblings he had and since she was heading to where you were located, he might as well tag along too. His sister’s hesitation didn’t escape his eye, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. Looks like you held more value to her than he first presumed…

After contemplating her answer for a while, she gave in, beckoning him closer with a finger. As they walked together, she told him you were the shy type, and it's highly advised that he doesn't do something to overwhelm you. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination or not… but he felt as though there was a subtle threat underlying her words… Soon enough, they arrived at your bedroom doors.

What did you look like? What kind of person truly are you? His sister paints you a good light, going so far saying you were an angel descended from the heavens. But what if there was a dark side you skillfully concealed? That you were just another savage under the disguise of an innocent? It’s not like he doubted his sister’s judgment… just simply concerned for her well-being.

Well, he'll be damned. And slightly ashamed too. Look at you… you were so frail… and gentle too. The way you touched Roxana and spoke with her, (god, your VOICE!) was so soft, musical, and pleasing to the ears. He kind of flinched when the conversation held between you and his sister switched to him, his sister gesturing to him with a hand. His heart warmed, seeing how your big-doe eyes looked at him, the beautiful hue of them twinkling with curiosity.

Most recoil from his touch but, you reached out to him, interlacing your tiny fingers with his. He noticed how your hand trembled, looks like Roxana was correct, you were the shy type. Even so, you overcame your anxiety to greet him! Him! The final blow was the sweet giggle that escaped your lips, swinging your hand in his. Forget Angel, you were Heaven Sent.

It was very silly how easily he fell under your control, but can you blame him? When was the last time someone treated him with genuine kindness and affection other than his sister? He visited you a lot after that, to your surprise. You thought it was a one-time thing, but here he is, bringing spoils and stuffed animals every day. At that point, you had to ask for another room to store your gifts from him… Jokes and banter are common between you two, him doing most of the interaction, pinching your cheeks, and tickling your sides. Jeremy… turns out to be more childish than you, who is a child, and that said something. It amazed you when he’s on the verge of falling onto the ground and crying out whenever you declined his time with you.

Then there were instances that he was similar to a cat, cute and loving to the people he cherishes, pissy and hostile to others when they come near his cherished. What you hated about him was his ugly jealousy streak and the damage he brings with it. It can annoying when someone you like doesn’t spend much time with you as you’d like, but was it really worth bashing their head into the floor?

You walked hand-in-hand with your brother who hummed merrily. As for you, you were in a state of shock, silent as your mind tried to process what had happened prior earlier. Why did he… kill the servant? They were being nice to you were they not? It was just a lovely fresh-picked flower they wanted to gift out of the goodness of their heart. To you, you thought it was the prettiest one you’ve ever seen so far, the vibrant color palette reminding you of yourself. Mesmerized you were very close to taking the pretty thing, your chubby hands reaching to clasp at the plant. In the BLINK of an eye, the servant was no longer in their spot, the flower soaking in a puddle of blood on the ground, and your hands outstretched. The liquid was also splattered on your face, little droplets spluttered on your dress. In front of you was your brother, an enraged face overtaking his features. And underneath his boot was… the servant that offered the flower to you. What just happened…? Shrugging off how your irises dilated as he came closer, he knelt to the ground, scooping the flower from its puddle. And with a beaming smile, he patted your head, giving the bloodied flower to you instead.

“They’re out of their fuckin’ minds if they think I’d allow them to taint you.”

After your encounter with Roxana, she basically took over the role of bodyguard away from Sierra. Then you appreciated Sierra more, for mingling in Roxana’s presence had you stiffer than a board. The evening was a stormy one, the raindrops harshly beating against the roof, the low rumbles of thunder, and the faint flashes of lightning. For some odd reason, Roxana wanted to take a walk with you in this weather. You didn’t want to, but one word of hers led to another, and now you’re here. Too bad you were too scared to speak up.

Suddenly, she told you she had to run a small errand. It won’t take long, she insisted, and just like that, you were left “unsupervised” in the middle of the hallway. When you wanted to be left alone, you didn’t mean it like this. The hallways were eerily vacant and your room was nowhere nearby. The setting didn’t ease your growing anxiety; it was straight out of a horror novel where anything was capable of jumping you at any given moment. So… imagine how your soul left your body when you glanced over your shoulder, only to make eye contact with a face.

Gasping loudly, you spun around and stumbled backward, your small hands clutching at your clothes. Hair dark as the night sky, eyes red as blood… How did your father manage to silence his footsteps…? And most importantly, what could he possibly want from you…? The deep frown he wore is a bad sign… Did you finally manage to push your father over the edge!?

The distant sound of heels hastily clacking against the floor trickled into your ears. Shortly after Roxana came into view, panting heavily as she shot a firey glare at the figure in front of you followed by a trail of threats. How did she have the courage to do that!? Did she not fear your father’s wrath? More so, why was he not responding? And who is this DION!? Too confused to study your fear of your sister when she lifted you into her arms, you wrapped your arms around her neck staring at a smirk creeping on who you assumed to be your father’s face.

The days continued smoothly (as the routine with Lante, Sierra, Maria, Roxana, and Jeremy occurred too often to be considered strange) and you lived your life as best as possible. But that was just the calm before the storm…

Jumping from your seat, the porcelain cup slipped from your hands, shattering on the ground and spilling the milk. Your heart was hammering in your chest and your skin grew ice cold. Maria, Sierra, and the women present at the tea party also freaked out, the former rushing to both of your sides as they attempted to soothe your panicking self.

But that was a mistake for as soon as Maria touched you, you broke down into a fit of tears. They were confused, you were fine seconds ago! Was it perhaps the milk you drank with your biscuits that caused this!? Well, that certainly wouldn't slip by!

However, was that the answer to your panic? No. Someone was… watching you. It wasn't a normal glance… but rather one that instilled apprehensiveness in the hearts of numerous, and unfortunately, it was geared toward you. Left, right, and back, you frantically looked around, trying to identify who it was the person that had you so distraught. But, you couldn't, which made you cry harder and flail your arms about.

You knew the situation was very bad that the noise caught the attention of Lante, summoning him inside the greenhouse where the tea party was hosted. He was disgruntled, unsure of what to do. He didn't train himself to be a proper parent, so how should he know how to tame a crying child no less?

The best option he thought of was to carry you to your bed quarters and your stepmothers quickly complied, Maria whispering sweet nothings into your ears as she carried you, and Sierra lurking not too far behind.

There was some fun in isolation, you thought, as you found solace in the confinement of your room. Whenever you tried to stay outside in the company of others, so did the feeling of being watched return, the dread worsening the smaller the crowd gets. The feeling always disappeared when you were alone in your room, or by yourself… hold on, did you just hear your bedroom door lock?

This man was not your father. It made sense now why your sister treated him with disrespect. If he was not your father, could he possibly be one of your siblings? Though he looks like him, a carbon copy you think, he was sure far worse than your father in personality. Dull, apathetic, and very sadistic. He had no regard for life either as he shamelessly killed the maid assigned to you in front of your eyes. Even when the blood splattered on his face, he showed no emotion, maintaining eye contact with you. Could he be the one that was watching you all this time? Why did he wait to approach you when you were alone? Have you upset him in some way? Was he going to slaughter you next? All these questions ran through your head, unknowingly letting the tears gathered in your eyes run down your cheeks. This caught his attention, the smirk you remembered him having on your first encounter spreading on his lips. Kneeling in front of your bed, uncaring of how you trembled in his company, he reached out a hand, rubbing his finger tenderly against your cheek. It was sick how he found satisfaction that he evoked such a reaction from you. A teardrop fell onto his finger and he brought it to his lips, tasting it. What was meant to be salty, the flavor burst with sweetness in his mouth.

“I wonder what other reactions I can get from you.”

Weak… Fragile… Gentle… Pure… Innocent… How are you surviving in this god-forsaken household? It’s even more amusing to witness the same man, her father, protect what he firmly strived to kill. And that’s how GRISELDA formed a great interest in you, the youngest of The Black Agriche. She remembers clearly, a conversation she held with one of her younger half-sisters years ago, the person responsible for knocking her out of her top three rankings. Smiling happily with her fingers interlaced underneath her chin, she promised to show her something that will greatly humor her.

You may not have been the ‘thing’ her sister was referring to, nevertheless, it was not an unwelcomed one. Ah, she wonders, how long has it been since she has had that spark of interest? The day her sibling died in front of her eyes, feelings such as love became foreign to her. But, you? You restored these lost feelings of hers from first sight. She was stupefied when it happened, her body overflowing with spontaneous bursts of energy.

Truth be told, she had an eye on you for the longest while now, aching to meet you in person at least once. But, curse her hectic schedule to hell, leaving her no choice but to satisfy her curiosity about you from the little stories told by her other half-siblings. For the first time, she had felt a sense of ugly envy… Will they know of it though? No.

Fate was cruel to her, she thinks. First, to take away her sibling she loved, and second, to present, oh, such an ethereal gift, just to keep it away from her arm's length having to watch down on you from the villa’s balcony, scurrying about with her other siblings. For now, she’ll keep it that way, looking at you with a sober expression from afar, but still offering you exquisite gifts to make you aware of her existence.

It was another gift that seemed to spawn alive onto your dressing table, probably from your anonymous gift-giver. You had asked your siblings, including your stepmother who would occasionally step inside if they were the ones responsible, to which they all responded with a ‘no.’ You wondered if it were a servant that did it, but after what transpired with the previous one, you doubted anyone outside your family will be willing to take such a risk. This time, the gift was sitting in a glass vase, filled with water. In the vase were the flowers you adored with the lovely aroma. Happily, you whiffed the scent. Picking up the note that came with the gift, it read, ‘These flowers reminded me of you. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do… Sincerely, Griselda.’

“Don’t die on me, Little Sister. I won’t allow it~”

You were very confused to see a red-headed girl on her hands and knees, panting heavily for air. She was shaken too, a sickly color to her pale skin and the cold sweat that ran down the exposed parts of her body. But as you caught the dim red glow in the corner of your eye, as well as the faint sound of wings flapping, you were able to put two-and-two together; the girl was most likely tormented by Roxana’s infamous killer butterflies.

You pitied her, knowing what those butterflies were capable of, one almost biting your finger clean off your hand in one instance. But, that was just a sole butterfly you dealt with, she must have encountered several. And from one victim to another, you approached her shaking form in the hopes of comforting her.

Though… it seems she didn’t appreciate the sentiment… the fiery stare she gave you in response shut you up quickly and almost made you lose your bowels right there. Screaming insults and curses, she sprang to her feet and shoved past you, storming off to where she wanted to go. You just stood there in your spot, wide-eyed with your hands on your chest. Well, that’s what you get for roping yourself into situations that didn’t concern you…

From her outburst, you didn’t anticipate seeing her again, nor do you think she would want to see you. So her interrupting the tea party with yourself in the garden the next day startled you. Overcoming your shock, you smiled at her and invited her to join you and enjoy a couple of biscuits. She stuck her nose into the air and gawked at you as though you’d grown two heads… but still agreed. You did most of the talking, shortly learning her name, CHARLOTTE, and her exchanging haughty remarks here and then. It was a decent event…

If only you knew what exactly your brief display of kindness unconsciously resigned yourself to. Charlotte… was awfully demanding. After the tea party, Charlotte appeared by you very frequently, ordering that you drop whatever it was you were doing, and spend time with her. It could be one of the most important things you had to handle and she would not care. You could be with one of your siblings and she would not care. You could be sick and worn out, she will NOT care. If she wants to be with you, it will be now, no time for discussion. Just TRY to say no, it won’t do you any good. You said yes a lot, mostly because of your fear of what she will do if you deprive her of what she desired. She already made you petrified with a glare, how much worse will it be once she reaches her limit and lashes out? You have no ability to defend yourself when the time comes, so why should you cause trouble? Give in and avoid the unnecessary problem.

She was shaking with fury, hands angrily pulling at her puffy pigtails. How dare they…? HOW DARE THEY!? Are they stupid!? What do you mean you can’t spend time with her!? YOU BOTH ALWAYS SPEND TIME TOGETHER AT THIS TIME! WHY was she and him getting in her way of being with YOU!? They have to be stupid! While she went through an internal crisis, you clutched at your clothes, tears pricking at your eyes. Her green eyes were practically glowing with wrath from the hatred she harbored for your older sister and brother! She was also on the verge of snapping, that you can tell. She was losing all of her morality the longer they denied her what she wanted. You would have excused yourself long ago, but when she’s like this, that’s not the ideal option, for she may do something regrettable to you. Stepping behind your sister, your ears twitched at the sound of a whip cracking, inclusive of a butterflies’ wings, indicating the start of a full-on brawl.

“GO AWAY! Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something!?”

And finally… YOU! How do you feel about your family's attention to you? You never saw how other families interact with their kin… but you knew that what your family was doing was wrong. It was dangerous and obsessive. Would you tell them that? No. Unless you wish to suffer a fate worse than death by confronting them, you will keep your silence until all the odds are in your favor.

They were the butterflies, your mannerisms and kindness as the sweet nectar and color that attracted them, and you, their delicate flower.

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