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Hii!! I’m requesting again 👏👏 Can you do a Izek Van Omertà where they are just opposites? Like Izek is like the moon/grumpy and the reader is the sunshine, yk that type of relationship dynamic (thank you! 😇)

Ｈ Ｅ Ａ Ｄ Ｃ Ａ Ｎ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ .

ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖨𝖲𝖪𝖤 ��𝖠𝖭 𝖮𝖬𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖠 𝗑 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

HOW TO GET MY HUSBAND ON MY SIDE

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 headcanons. (1001 words)

note : hi izek anonie!! thank you for your request again!! unfortunately there wasnt any plot or prompt so i ended up doing headcanons. next time pls have a prompt/plot so that ik what scenario to write like last time!! but still, thanks for the req anonie <3 to other readers pls req i have no idea what manhwa to write atp sobss,,

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ೀ⋆ iske finds himself agreeing to silly activities just to see you smile.

iske stood utterly still, gripping the net in his hand as if it were the most foreign object he had ever held. his gaze shifted uncomfortably between the net and you, caught between reluctant amusement and sheer disbelief.

then you, on the other hand, were in your own world. you were giggling with joy as you darted around, waving your own net in pursuit of the colourful butterflies that danced amongst the meadow.

that was yet another of your spontaneous ideas that sprung without a second thought from that pretty mind of yours, iske mused.

despite how spontaneous these little activities of yours that you forced him to join in, he found himself constantly agreeing with you.

why?

that smile of yours.

a smile that seemed to brighten up the world. his world.

no matter how senseless, foolish, or childish these activities you asked him to join, he would always be beside you.

you would ask him to act like a dog, and he would oblige without a second thought. hell, if you begged him to wear a dress, he would. albeit, reluctantly and begrudgingly. people can look at him weirdly for how much he bow down to your whims, he does not care about others' opinion anyways.

despite it all, you remained oblivious to how much you had iske around your finger.

"come on, iske!" you called out with glee. you were so carefree and vibrant.

iske found himself lost in your smile, one that could even rival the sun. he blinked, and an amused smile slowly grew on his lips as he robotically followed your movements.

he awkwardly swung the net in a half-hearted manner to mimic you, which earned a burst of laughter from you as you pointed at his clumsy form.

iske could only stare in daze at your laughter.

worth it, was the only thing iske thought about.

ೀ⋆ despite his reserved nature, iske loves initiating kisses.

iske was not one to initiate public affection.

you were.

in fact, you thrived on public affection. thankfully not overexaggerated ones, but spontaneous little gestures such as intertwining your fingers with his abruptly, hugging his arm, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek or, if you were daring, kiss his lips.

iske never pushed you away, his stoic nature willingly absorbed your bubbly energy to ground himself.

regardless, just because iske was never expressive, did not mean he never initiated affection either. he did, in his own subtle way that always left you breathless.

when no one was looking, when the world's gaze was not on the two of you, he would lean in close, his lips brushing your temple to press the most tender kiss.

it often caught you off guard— oftentimes due to the fact that you could feel his love with just a fleeting kiss.

iske knew his kisses made your heart race, and how it made you so irresistibly flustered that he could not help but began to be more open to initiate it a few more times than he usually would.

hence, even in public, where his reserved nature was more apparent, there were moments. absentmindedly, he would press a kiss to the top of your head. if he stood behind you, his lips would find the back of your head, giving a fleeting kiss.

on some other moments, iske would kiss you abruptly just to make you quiet because that pretty brain of yours really enjoys going off topic. or, if you were proud of yourself because you achieved something, he would entertain you by giving you a kiss too.

if you were looking at him so expectantly, he would grab your chin and kiss you immediately—

his actions always whispered the truth; how much he loves you and adores you. it was undeniable.

iske enjoys giving you kisses. way more than he anticipated.

and to you, his kisses definitely beat your more bubbly ones.

ೀ⋆ if someone does not reciprocate your warm energy, expect iske to glare that person down.

iske's expression shifted quickly from indifference to an icy glare, glowering down so intensely that it was definitely burning straight through the merchant's soul.

the merchant faltered under the weight of iske's glare, stammering and backing to the wall.

iske adored your vibrant and warm energy, and he adored watching you chatter with others with that bubbly personality of yours. you remind him of a puppy.

hence, if iske were to see someone who does not match your warmth or were to ever be cruel to that warmth of yours, he would bury that person straight to the ground.

which was exactly what he itched to do as he bore down on the merchant with an unrelenting stare, showing his clear displeasure.

the market square was bustling with life, and you, as always, were the bubbly force that was cutting through the noise, greeting every vendor.

until you reached this trash.

this trash who was already staring at you with disgust when you have not even uttered a single word and grunted a few insults under his breath—

insults that iske caught immediately.

not everyone could exactly match your energy, iske understood that much. iske would be a little ticked off when people gazed at you weirdly for how you behaved—

however, once he heard the insults under that merchant's breath, that was enough to make him snap.

iske's hand was hovering over his sword, itching to unsheath it and threaten that man's life.

make him kneel and beg for forgiveness in front of you.

however, before he could even commit to his ideas, you tugged his sleeve lightly. he blinked, taking a few steps back, though his eyes glanced at the merchant to glare at him like a furious cat.

you brightly pushed iske along to the next vendor, reassuring him that you were not hurt by how the merchant acted. iske could only let out a defeated huff but continued along with you. he listened to you dutifully, after all.

though behind your back, he made sure that merchant would be dealt with shortly after.

was it unruly of him? iske did not care.

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Hi! This is my first time ever requesting anything so sorry if this is bad. 😣😣

Can you do a Izek van omertà from how to win my husband over? (I love him so much 😭) Like we’re Ruby’s younger sister, we go to visit her, and while we’re there we get to know Izek. Can this also be platonic? Please and thank you! I love your work as well! ☺️

Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｔ Ｌ Ｅ Ｓ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｅ Ｒ .

ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖨𝖲𝖪𝖤 𝖵𝖠𝖭 𝖮𝖬𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖠 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

HOW TO GET MY HUSBAND ON MY SIDE

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 drabble . (1013 words)

sum. ruby's little sister decided to visit her one day, only to judge iske platonic

note : thank you for the request and nice words, anonie!! my first platonic fic, so idk if i did well but i tried! i also tried my best to write beyond just meeting iske so im REALLY REALLY sorry for changing the prompt. i wish i can write more but this is suppose to be a drabble, so i had to shorten the ending...

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“ruby, i don't like him.”

you muttered under your breath almost immediately after stepping out of your carriage, greeted by your sister and her imposing husband.

it had not been a minute, but you were absolutely certain that you did not like duke iske van omerta.

ruby's eyes widened, a mix of embarrassment and amusement flashing across her face as she glanced at iske, who stood baffled by your blunt words, but his expression remained unreadable (much to your annoyance).

ruby let out a nervous laugh, pulling you to her to give a quick hug. “you little—! you just got here,” she whispered sharply, her wobbly, embarrassed smile betraying her amusement. “you haven't even talked to him, and you already decided that he's the bad guy.”

“he looks mean.” you glanced up at the towering man with an icy glare of your own as you furrowed your brows, “and kind of ugly.” you could hear the screech of disbelief from ruby when those words left your mouth.

you yelped as ruby pulled you to her, as she covered your mouth with her hand. ruby gave a nervous and apologetic grin to iske, “she doesn't mean it! she's just tired from the journey—”

you struggled, attempting to protest against ruby's words, “no i'm not he's— mmph!” ruby's grip on your mouth tightened, keeping her stilling grin.

“she doesn't mean it!”

iske's eyes narrowed slightly, his bewilderment shifting to something more unreadable. iske did not know whether to be offended or stunned by the audacity of ruby's sister. 

he could not exactly be angry since, well, you are ruby's sister.

iske was quite confident about himself as a duke and commander, who often instilled fear and rumors— however, being called mean and ugly by his wife's teenage sister was certainly a humbling experience.

though he did not show it, he was genuinely bothered by it.

iske raised a brow, folding his arms across his chest. “does she always introduce herself like this?” ruby let out another nervous laugh, still holding your mouth shut, “oh, she's usually much, much worse.”

“am not!” you managed to squeak out as you wriggled free from her grasps. as you stumbled on your steps, you quickly jabbed a finger to iske, “i'm being honest! you look scary! why does ruby always sing praises about yo— ow! ruby!”

despite iske's stoic demeanour while watching the exchange between ruby and her sister, something about your words seemed to pierce through iske's unshakeable confidence. his stature had stiffened since you called him ugly, and so did his sharp gaze.

when hearing that you were visiting ruby, iske actually put in a whole lot of effort to look neat, tidy, and sophisticated to have your approval after ruby said that you were a cranky teen that did not really like people.

ruby managed to calm you down from your crankiness of disliking iske, she turned her head back to iske—

only to find him leaning against a pillar of the manor, as if sulking. well, ruby assumed he was sulking, judging by his faltered shoulders and contemplating expression. 

if anything, he looked troubled. 

ruby could barely hear the mumbles coming from him

ruby paled to see iske having an existential crisis. she shot you a warning glare before walking to iske, trying to comfort him, “iske, don't let my sister's words get into your head! you're fine the way you are!”  

iske is a duke, a commander, a man accustomed to respect and feared by many.

yet here he was, troubled by the blunt opinion of a teenager.

his wife's little sister.

it made him extra bothered when you really liked iske's sister, but not him.

during the duration of your stay, iske tried to appeal to you. somehow, that was. he always struck up conversations with you whenever you were around, which you found completely awkward and weird of him, unfortunately.

then he tried to appeal to your taste palette. he made sure that every meal from breakfast to dinner had meals that you were fond of, which ruby thankfully told him what you did like. that still did not make you like him at all.

iske had also attempted to give you tiny gifts. this was a strategy that ruby herself had told iske to try since you were quite fond of gifts. 

he had started to look like a kicked puppy due to not having ruby's little sister's approval.

“this isn't actually bad.” you admitted to ruby as you raised the toy plush of an animal you were fond of, gazing at it with satisfaction. “see, he's not that bad, right?” ruby mused with a strange sympathy for her husband, who's been in turmoil for two days due to you.

you gave her a look before sighing, “i'm surprised he's doing all of this. the attempts to talk to me, the food, and now the gifts. he's a real weirdo.” you huffed out.

you returned your eyes back to the plush. after a long while of thinking, you pouted, “ugh, fine... he's not that bad. i guess he's better than the rest of the other choices father had for you.” you grumbled out, embarrassed to admit that iske is actually a good man for your sister.

as you prepared to leave, you decided to apologise to iske about your behaviour. despite your irritation and resistance (and probably protectiveness over your sister), you could not ignore that iske had genuinely tried. 

you also had seen the way he looked at ruby. genuine love and care.

he was unlike those disgusting men.

you only gave a curt apology to iske. there was no need for grand gestures or for it to be lengthy before hopping into your carriage.

when you glanced out at the window, you noticed that iske's eyes brightened, like a dog. he looked at ruby with disbelief and pride. iske finally got your approval after three days of trying.

you could not help but feel a quiet sense of happiness, knowing that your sister will be fine with that weirdo.

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Some sweet fluffy cuddling with Carcel Escalante? Cárcel wants to cuddle with use in bed but reader is too shy and embarrassed!

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ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖢𝖠𝖱𝖢𝖤𝖫 𝖤𝖲𝖢𝖠𝖫𝖠𝖭𝖳𝖤 𝗑 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

THE BROKEN RING, THIS MARRIAGE WILL FAIL ANYWAY

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 drabble . (1024 words)

sum. carcel managed to convince you to sleep with him that night. problem was that you couldn't sleep with him that night.

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note : thank you for the request, anonie! v v cute request. regardless, im back!! i, unfortunately, still have tests next week so i might still be slow on posting fics but ill try my best. thank you for supporting my fics still :)

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carcel had convinced you to sleep together for that night.

the problem?

getting you to actually settle down and sleep with him.

you were a cute bundle of nerves, standing stiffly far from the bed as though the mattress were made of molten lava.

you were clearly flustered. It was evident by the hesitant shift of your feet, too meek and shy to even step a little bit closer to the bed. hence, you remained rooted in your spot.

meanwhile, carcel lay sprawled out comfortably on his own bed. with his golden hair a tousled mess against his pillow, he gazed at you with a small, amused smile, but his eyes had a look of affection.

as much as he was disappointed that you have yet to be comfortable being husband and wife with him, he could not bring himself to complain.

why?

your shy, flustered expression gave him more reason to admire and adore you.

you were simply too cute.

he had to hold his giggles as he admired you.

carcel had ensured that you would be comfortable for tonight. he had asked your closest maid about your nightly routine.

you love reading before sleeping, the maid said.

so, carcel brought a few books from your collection for you to read. 

you drank tea while reading too.

it led to carcel preparing a cup of your favourite tea, neatly on the bedside table alongside the stack of books.

he went to your bedroom to get your cherished pillow (which you apparently had, according to the maid) and placed it beside his pillow.

carcel even took your fluffy blanket since his blanket was rather thin and he thought you preferred fluffy ones. 

but he had not stopped there. in the adjoining bathroom, he had prepared an extra bathrobe, towel, toothbrush, and any other necessities you might need for that night or the following morning.

he was ready— more than ready— for that night.

all that was left was getting you to lay on the bed with him.

“mi amor,” carcel called out in a gentle tone, hoping to not frighten you. a teasing smile danced on his lips as he mused, “do you want me to sleep alone tonight when i had convinced you so desperately that morning?” he patted the empty space beside him.

you fidgeted your fingers, your heart thundering in your chest. you meekly shook your head, not wanting him to sleep alone, yet you do not have the courage to head to the bed. 

“do you need me to come to you instead?” carcel offered oh-so sweetly, sitting up on the bed. you quickly shook your head, your voice barely above a whisper. “n, no, it's fine.”

he had to hold in his glee at hearing your absolutely adorable, timid voice.

he coughed to calm himself before letting out a soft chuckle, “take your time. i'm not going anywhere.” he said gently, his voice like a caress.

his words did ease you a bit. your heart fluttered at his words, feeling a little encouraged. you shakily take a small step forward, your legs trembling slightly. you felt like running away the closer you got to the bed.

carcel's smile did not waver but got wider the closer you got to the bed. he opened his arms as an invitation for you as you drew closer. when you were in front of him, he gently pulled you towards him, guiding you to sit on the edge of the bed with him.

“there we go.” he whispered, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. ”i got you.”

you let out a shaky breath out of relief, allowing yourself to be engulfed into his embrace, ”i'm sorry. i'm just not used to this.” you admitted shyly.

carcel simply press another kiss to the top of your head to reassure you, ”no need for apologies. as long as you're with me, that's all that matters.” he insisted, giving you a comforting smile. 

carcel's fingers intertwined with yours, his thumb gently rubbing your hand in a soothing, rhythmic motion to soothe you further into relaxation. every so often, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, nose, or forehead.

carcel settled beside you, his warmth a steady presence against your side as you too seated in with a book that you chose from the beside table.

carcel made sure you were comfortable. he adjusted your pillow and blanket so you could lean back while reading, then huffed proudly at his handiwork.

as you read your book whilst enjoying the tea he made for you, he snuggled against you with a blissful expression— joyful to have you by his side tonight.

“was everything up to your expectations?” he mused with a blissful sigh. you gave him a grateful yet timid smile, “more than my expectations. you didn't have to do all of this for me, really.”

carcel opened his eyes, giving you a smirk, “it's a must. you deserve the best.” he insisted, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you continued reading.

every few moments, he pressed a kiss to your neck or temple. his affection was a quiet comfort.

his arm wrapped around your waist, he was simply content to gaze at you for the rest of the night.

after a while, the book in your hands began to blur as your eyelids grew heavy. the warmth of carcel's body pressing beside you and the tea you drank were luring you to drowsiness.

carcel immediately noticed, “time for bed?” he whispered, staring at the way your eyes fluttered. you nodded mutely, embarrassed that your sleepiness was caught by him.

carcel's arms tightened around you by just a fraction, watching you return the book to where it was before tucking yourself to bed with him.

his fingers traced lazy circles behind your back, “goodnight,” he whispered after a moment as you two exchanged a final kiss on both of yours' foreheads.

and with carcel's heartbeat in your ear, alongside his protective arms around you, you drifted off to sleep with him.

sleeping with carcel became the norm for you after that night.

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Hello, Writer-nim! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

I'm a new fan of your blog! I really like how you write! ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ᡣ𐭩 I saw that your drabble request slot is still open. I'm just wondering if you'll be able to write a character from 'Death is the only ending for the Villainess'? For Callisto Regulus, specifically? ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ

Like, Reader finds a jar that's full of trinkets and it's so familiar to her because these are all the trinkets she gave to him since they met. And it's like Callisto's greatest treasure. ૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა

Thank you in advance, Writer-nim! 화이팅~! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡

Ｔ Ｒ Ｅ Ａ Ｓ Ｕ Ｒ Ｅ .

ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖢𝖠𝖫𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖮 𝖱𝖤𝖦𝖴𝖫𝖴𝖲 𝗑 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

DEATH IS THE ONLY ENDING FOR THE VILLAINESS

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 drabble. (816 words)

sum. you found a jar on callisto's dresser. the content in the jar were familiar to you

note : thank you for your request and kind words, anonie! it took me a while to do this because i could not exactly understand callisto's personality for some reason. I ended up summarising his personality to be NEARLY the same as sylus from love and deepspace. regardless, I FINALLY DID NOT GO OVER THE WORD LIMIT !!

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“aren't you so bold to snoop around the crown prince's bedroom, dear?”

callisto mused, leaning against the doorframe with that insufferable, arrogant smirk of his. he eyed you going through his bedroom with an amused glint in his eyes.

clearly, he was enjoying the sight of you getting caught in the act.

you did not actually mean to snoop around callisto's bedroom. you had been waiting for him when he was busy getting dressed. since you had nothing to do, you let your eyes mindlessly wander around his massive yet empty room.

it was not as though you were trying to find something. you were just idly passing time while waiting for him. but then your eyes landed on something that sat sitting on his dresser that was oddly near his bed.

before you could think twice about what you were doing, your curiosity got the better of you. hence, you ended up investigating what that odd thing could be.

when you gazed upon the item. it was an old, weathered glass jar, though the content within it were certainly new. you took a moment to process what exactly it was that gave a tug of familiarity.

the trinkets were so familiar to you.

you would have not bat an eye on that glass jar if it were not for the contents in it.

then, callisto caught you in that moment.

which led to callisto standing in the doorway, giving the most annoying smirk known to man alongside that look of bemusement.

you felt your heart racing when you were caught. though you knew you were not guilty, you felt as if you were touching something so incredibly intimate to him.

you straightened up immediately. your hands instinctively moving to your back to hide the jar you took from his dresser.

you took another long gaze in the jar without shame to ease your curiousity. after processing it, it caught you by surprise when you realised what those were.

the trinkets and other items within it were tiny gifts you gave callisto over the course of your time together.

small tokens of affection or silly, spontaneous, or callisto decided it would be better to steal it from you.

each trinket within it brought back memories of the two of your shared moments you did not know you needed to remember.

a pebble from your garden that you gave to callisto during your early days of meeting him to boldly mock him. several jewellery you gifted (and stolen) to callisto. two overworn handkerchiefs and other tiny content you saw—

all these small, seemingly insignificant gifts you had given to him,

you never realised he had kept them.

it hit you hard. you could not even comprehend what you felt seeing the jar.

affection? adoration? nostalgia? disbelief?

there were too many thoughts running through your mind.

your fingers tightened around the jar unconsciously, as if shielding the vulnerability you felt at that moment.

callisto, the annoyingly observant man that he is, noticed your change in expressions. he gave you a knowing look as he took a slow step forward to you.

“i had no idea you were so sentimental, darling,” he commented with his usual teasing tone, yet it was laced with something more.

you opened your mouth to speak, but your words were tangled in your throat. you were caught by the strange, warm ache in your chest that you could not explain.

“i didn't know you kept these...” you croaked out, trying not to sound vulnerable, but your voice was softer than you intended. you glanced at the jar again with disbelief.

his lips curled into a tiny, gentler smile, yet he managed to maintain his arrogant smirk after. he took the jar from your hands carefully. you noticed he was cradling it almost reverently, scared it would break.

“this is where i store my greatest treasures,” callisto murmured, his voice almost tender when he glanced at the content within the jar.

his eyes shifted to you. he placed the jar where it belonged, then his fingers brushed against yours. he gave a knowing grin. “if i could put you in here, i would,” he said teasingly, but you could sense that he actually meant it.

he then leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head. the warmth of his lips lingered longer than you expected. it was a quiet gesture, but it was profound to you, as if it were a promise.

in that moment, you realised it was not just the objects that made you sentimental, it was that callisto had truly seen you. all these tiny things could have been easily overlooked, but he cherished it.

callisto cherished you.

"thank you," you whispered. the words carried heavy meaning. you gave him a smile, a sincere one without artifice. a smile that caught callisto off guard.

callisto then smiled, a smile that matched yours— genuine and sincere, far more than either of you had anticipated.

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hi queen 😘

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Ｉ Ｔ ' Ｓ Ｏ Ｋ Ａ Ｙ .

ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖪𝖠𝖱𝖧𝖠𝖭 𝗑 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

I RAISED MY FIANCE WITH MONEY

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾 ~ . (611 words)

sum. at which his anxiety took over karhan, you tried to cheer him up

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“it's okay,”

your soothing voice rang out, assuring the man beside you.

slowly, you place your hand on top of his, then give him a small smile. despite your attempts to soothe his worries, you notice his eyes crinkle with worry.

his tiny fidgets from his free hand against his clothing, and the tiny, barely noticeable frown on his lips.

earlier, the anxious man himself, despite being the size of a bear, had stammered out that he did not know what to ask nor how to act when buying things for himself.

apparently karhan wanted to buy jewellery but did not know how to ask for a specific one since one, everyone is afraid of him, and two, he generally looks scary and does not know how to seem nice to people.

so, you gave several advices to karhan as always. after a few encouragements and having to forcefully push him into the shop, karhan had managed to order personal jewellery without absolutely terrifying the worker (the worker was, unfortunately, terrified at first, much to karhan's dismay).

though, karhan was initially proud of himself for being able to push through his comfort zone— it did not take too long for him to have doubts about himself.

which led to the situation now, with his downcast self slumping against the bench and you attempting to soothe his insecurities and worries.

“karhan,”

your voice tried to reach his ears, and it fortunately managed to gain his attention. his eyes lit up, though a little with him still being anxious.

he quickly averted his eyes, to which you responded slowly and gently, placing your free hand on his cheek.

you brought his eyes to yours and once again, gave him a reassuring smile. his anxious expression melted once he got accustomed to your gentle eyes.

“you did well,”

you whispered softly to him, the hand on top of his slowly intertwined with his fingers. you slowly move your other hand from his cheek to the back of his head.

then, you led his head to rest on your shoulder. as if magic, you felt him slump. his body almost relaxing as he pressed his weight onto you.

not that you mind, if anything, you were happy to support him.you slowly patted his head as he buried his face onto your shoulder.

you cooed several praises in a hush tone, only for him to here and compliments solely for him. suddenly, you felt him bringing you into a tight hug, as if he genuinely needed it.

you heard him sigh as his head remained on your shoulder. he definitely needed the hug. the comfort and the support, to know that he is not alone right now. not that you would let him be alone, ever.

you rested your head against his shoulder and whispered to his ear,

“i'll always be here for you,”

you felt his fingers gripping your outfit tightly, yet you did not mind. you smile at how adorable he is and pat his back. his voice mumbled back to you, in a soft, assured tone.

“thank you,”

you could hear his small smile from those two words alone. you took the serene silence as a chance to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

he stiffened, and his cheeks flushed red almost immediately as you heard awkward stammer from him. you laugh at his reaction, patting his cheek with pride.

who could have known such a bear-sized man could be this cute?

in two weeks, you received that jewellery karhan ordered as a gift. you had wondered why he ordered personal jewellery back then.

so that was what he was doing.

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Hello i loved ur iske fic hehe, i was wondering if maybe you could do an enzo one? Yknow ruby’s adopted brother? He lacks fics and i love him sm

Maybe can you do where shes the childhood friend of ruby, shes known to be kind and talented in magic and is considered to be very pretty hehe and she likes him but is very shy to confess so he takes the initiative <33i want him to pin for her so bad the loser bf x hot gf is taking over my brain

Thats all hope u have a great day hehe

Ｌ Ｏ Ｖ Ｅ Ｍ Ｅ Ｂ Ａ Ｃ Ｋ ?

ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖤𝖭𝖹𝖮 𝖣𝖤 𝖡𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖨𝖠 𝗑 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

HOW TO GET MY HUSBAND ON MY SIDE

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 oneshot . (1440 words)

sum. you wanted to confess to enzo, but you chickened out

note : thank you for the request, anonie! i was 100% hesitating on taking this request bc i do not think i can do enzo justice since i am not really familiar with his character. i still am not confident on writing him even after rereading the manhwa so im using early chapters (1-3) as my sole knowledge regarding him. alsooo im sorry for not 100% using your prompt/plot but i literally blanked out on how to write with that prompt

IT WENT OVER 1400 WORDS ANYWAYS WHAT THE H

request drabble have reopened !!

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he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.

you plucked the last delicate petal from the daisy you had been toying with the past few minutes. sitting on the serene grass, it was a quiet afternoon. suppose to be peaceful and calming, but not for you.

he loves me not.

staring at the plucked flower, you let out a wistful sigh.

you gently tore the entire flower apart, as if you were trying to rip away the small, fleeting hope that had been growing in your chest.

you stared at the last petal that was left drifting on the grass. with another weak sigh, you let your fingers drop to your lap with a heavy heart.

it did not matter.

he would never see you the way you wished him to.

enzo.

the name echoed in your mind constantly. the man you had quietly admired for years, the same man who occupied every corner of your thoughts.

he was always out of reach for you.

he is not just anyone. he is a borgia, and he is your childhood friend's second older brother. ruby's brother.

but that was not the problem with your meddling emotions.

you grew up with the borgia family. he probably saw you as solely ruby's friend. or perhaps he saw you as no different than the rest of the familiar faces that filled the borgia household.

regardless, after ruby was sent off to the north to marry iske van omerta, you did not really have a reason to constantly visit the borgia household after that.

but you kept returning, time and again, to see enzo.

thinking about it, you felt akin to a lovesick teenager. there were no excuses or pressing need for you to be at the household, you simply wish to be close to him.

even catching a glimpse of enzo when he was training, sitting in silence as you watch from afar, would be enough for your entire day. in your mind, if you kept being present enough despite ruby's absence, he would begin to realise that you wanted to be with him.

and perhaps he would finally look at you the way you wanted him to. as someone more than ruby's friend.

that day never came.

it had been a month since ruby's absence, you had been awkwardly strolling along the halls and gardens of the borgia family as if you were one of them.

sincerely, you wished not to be even associated with them. the eldest brother of the borgia family gives you the creeps, as does the two hags that ran the family, mostly pope de borgia.

but you did not want to leave borgia entirely since enzo was there. he is a borgia too. as creepy as the family is, you remained close contact with them because you genuinely care for ruby and fell in love with her brother.

thankfully they had not once thrown you out.

not yet, at least.

the borgia family are seen as saints, hence, you believed the pope could not rudely kick you out of their premises.

you glanced down at the daisy petals scattered around you, the weight of your emotions pressing harder within your mind. your chest tightened.

should you even confess to enzo?

you came to the borgia household today to confess, but chickened out and ended up sitting in their gardens.

a rustling sound interrupted your train of thought. you looked up, startled. for a brief, breathless moment, your heart skipped a beat when your eyes fell onto enzo, who was approaching you.

he looked as if he had just returned from training; his gaze was fixed on you. he scratched the back of his head, roughly calling you out, “the servants told me you came.”

you gave him a blank look before slowly getting flustered. “ah, yes, around an hour ago,” you answered him with a timid expression. he stared at you with an unreadable expression.

enzo huffed, clearly not satisfied with your response, "so why weren't you at the training grounds?" his words carried a slight edge—not anger, but just annoyance tinged with something else. you could not quite place what it was.

you gave a meek and reassuring smile to mask your nervousness.

you bit your lip, scrambling for an excuse, “i, uh, didn't want to interrupt. you were busy, after all...” you trailed off, unsure of how to exactly finish your words.

enzo's annoyed gaze did not soften. he crossed his arms over his chest, looking unimpressed. “interrupt?” he repeated, considering your words carefully.

“are you an idiot? you were always there anyway. why do you suddenly feel like you are interrupting?” enzo interrogated you, his eyes narrowed with suspicion, but it felt like he knew more than he let on.

“i didn't,” you stammered. “i didn't want to be a bother so suddenly.”

enzo sighed dramatically out of annoyance, clearly he was not buying it. you could see his lips twitched, as if holding back exasperation. “ugh, whatever. i can't deal with this.”

you were going to ask about what he meant, but he suddenly grabbed your wrist. before you could even react, he was pulling you towards him, then pinned you down against the soft grass in one swift motion.

you gasped, your heart leaping in your chest. you were left stammering, struggling beneath him as you tried to push him away by his chest. but of course you could not since he was stronger than you.

“you really don't get it, do you?” he muttered, his face had almost a sulking pout with his cheeks staining pink. “i'm tired of waiting for you to figure it out,” he grumbled, his hands that were pinning your wrists were trembling.

you gulped, "w, waiting for me to figure what out?" you could not even meet his eyes properly since he was on top of you—

on top of you.

“figure out how to confess to me, you idiot!” enzo snapped, his voice getting louder and sharper, but his cheeks were getting redder and redder. “you've been looking at me like a damn puppy for weeks, and i'm supposed to just keep pretending like i don't know?!”

there was a pause, a heavy silence stretching between you two.

enzo clenched his jaw, trying to mask the embarrassment creeping over him, but his cheeks betrayed him. it turned into a deeper shade of red.

he could not tell if he was more frustrated by the situation or by the mutual feelings he had been acknowledging yet ignoring for so long.

he let out a sigh, “i was waiting for you to confess.” he blurted out, his voice cracking just enough to show his real emotions.

he freed one of his hands from gripping your wrists to cover his deep red cheeks, “look, i didn't— i didn't want to be the one to make the first move, alright?” his muttered, his voice trying to be composed as he looked away from you, “it would have been very cute of you if you did, but—”

his eyes darted to yours, meeting your flustered yet relieved eyes, which made him snap out of embarrassment. “too bad you didn't because you're too dumb to figure that out!” he exclaimed, too flustered to comprehend anything at that moment.

your eyes met his again, but something shifted in you. the awkwardness was still prominent, but there was a part of you that was relieved.

he had been waiting?

your eyes lingered on his for too long, and you could not help but give a shaky smile before bursting into laughter. you manage to get one of your hands free from his to place it at the back of his head to pull him down into a kiss.

you could hear his breath caught in his throat for a moment. there was a flicker of hesitation, but it melted away entirely.

it was a messy kiss. inexperience, even sloppy, but both of you did not mind as you both had been holding back for far too long. your hand tightened in his hair, pulling his head deeper.

when you finally pulled back, breathless and slightly dazed, you gave him a wobbly but relieved smile, “i like you, a lot.” your voice was unsteady but held so much sincerity.

you then gave him a bright smile that made his breath hitch because of how pretty you were with that smile. “i confessed first,” you said proudly with a nervous smile.

the words hung in the air between you two. enzo blinked with slightly parted lips, still in a daze from the kiss. he let out a soft grumble, looking away from you, “you... stupid—”

he went back down for a second kiss.

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i'm sorry for not writing fics faster!! my kitchen classes (im in pastry course fyi) got me hell a tired since i have two kitchen classes in a week

but i'll try to finish one by tonight.

o(>< )o

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Can I request Taeha? I love black haired men.

Hi, anonie!

I assume you meant Beom Tae Ha, but as I mentioned earlier in 'how to request'— for me to accept your request, you must include a prompt/plot and other necessary information.

Since there's no prompt/plot, then I, unfortunately, have to deny your request. Sorry.

(⌒_⌒;)

[grinsgrimmy]

Hey! It’s me the anon who requested Carcel’s! Sorry, I didn’t know you haven’t read it yet but for some reason, you really did well in capturing Carcel’s character! Thank you so much! I’m enjoying your writings and I cannot wait for more of your future posts! :D

Rooting for you, Author-chan! ❤️

Hi, anonie! (^ヮ^)/

thank YOU for requesting that manhwa because I genuinely did enjoy reading it while trying to figure out carcel's character, so it's all good!

i'm really, really glad i got a grasp onto his character because i did it whilst reading the manhwa, so your kind words are comforting to me.

thank you for enjoying my fics and thank you for requesting! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

[grinsgrimmy]

Hi! How are you? I’m new to your blog and I’m loving every second of it! You really captured the male mcs really well and I’m so happy to find you in the community!

I saw your request is open! May I ask if I can request a drabble?

Can you do a drabble of Carcel Escalante from The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway? Wherein Reader has been shutting out Carcel from her room and it made him anxious, so he sneaks into her room and was surprised to see a portrait of him in a big canvas drawn by Reader? A surprise for his birthday supposedly?

You can decide how will you end it! Again, Thank you so much and have a wonderful time! <3

Ｓ Ｅ Ｃ Ｒ Ｅ Ｔ .

ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖢𝖠𝖱𝖢𝖤𝖫 𝖤𝖲𝖢𝖠𝖫𝖠𝖭𝖳𝖤 𝗑 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

THE BROKEN RING, THIS MARRIAGE WILL FAIL ANYWAY

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 oneshot . (1348 words)

sum. you had been shutting yourself in a room, and it made carcel paranoid

ㅤㅤlike carcel? read carcel drabble .

note : thank you for the request and your sweet words, anonie! im doing fine, thanks for asking!! i try my best to make sure the canon characters i wrote are not out of character. however, im going to be honest, i have never read this manhwa before, but i was willing to pick it up for this request and oh my god i was not disappointed. other than that i went over the word limit AGAIN

request drabble have reopened !!

ㅤ⪩⪨ m.list

you had been acting odd lately. 

odd enough for it to worry carcel. 

it had been escalating to two days. Every chance he tried to find you when you were supposedly said to be 'busy', it was simply you locking yourself in a different room within the house.

when asked regarding what you were doing inside of said room, you only responded that it was not his business to know. as much as he wished to argue about it, he did not. 

but your husband, he deathly wished to know what it was. 

it did not help that carcel was an easily jealous— no, a paranoid person.

... but you could not be committing liaison within that room, no? 

of course not. you were never the type to do that anyway. 

it was just a thought. certainly.

then, were you sick and you did not wish to worry him?

this entire ordeal left him restless. 

when carcel dared to ask the servants of the house, they all simply went quiet and refused to answer. hell, even the butler remained quiet about it. 

it did not help that during the night, when you both were to end up sleeping together, you acted as if you had not just locked yourself in a room for the entire afternoon. 

he wished to respect you sincerely, but you were not exactly helping his paranoia either. none of the people in the house was going to ease his anxiety either, for god knows why. 

by the third day, his patience was wearing thin, and so was his beauty sleep. 

every time he closed his eyes, thoughts of what you could possibly be hiding gnawed at him, unraveling all sense of reason. 

the servants' silence only fanned the flames of his paranoia. 

as midnight drew closer and the house had fallen quiet, carcel made his decision. 

sneak into the room you had locked yourself into for three days. 

was it disrespectful of him? certainly, but it was definitely a lot more disrespectful that you never told anything nor said anything to your poor ol' worried and concerned husband that was sulking outside of the door every afternoon like a kicked puppy. 

carcel managed to slipped out of your shared bedroom and quietly headed through the halls of the house until he reached that room. 

he stared at the door for a few seconds, debating whether he should genuinely enter without your permission. it felt as if he was committing a crime. 

carcel's hand hovered over the handle. With a breath held in his chest, he slowly turned the knob of the door. The door easily gave way without resistance, making him debate whether to enter or not.

after a few seconds, he stepped inside. it was dark, save for the faint glow of the moon coming from the window without a curtain. 

carcel immediately noticed a large object near the window. he stepped closer, his eyes adjusting to the low light. 

and he saw it. 

he guessed it was a large canvas on an easel covered by a cloth to hide the painting underneath it. without thinking twice due to his sheer curiosity, he pulled the cloth away to reveal the painting behind it. 

it was unfinished, yet there was a line art that revealed—

his own face. 

captured in delicate yet stunning detail. 

carcel's heart stilled, his eyes glued to the rough sketch lines and the unfinished fine brush strokes of the paint. 

it was him. 

the sight took his breath away. 

from the calm expression to the unfinished paint, every brushstroke speaking of hours of careful observation from you.

carcel could see where you had tried to perfect every feature, wanting to commit every detail of him. a devotion he never realised you had for him. 

you had been painting a portrait of him? 

this entire time? 

that's. so. cute!! 

the realisation melted into a giddish glee within his heart, a blush crept to his cheeks immediately as he giggled to himself. 

his wife is so cute as always. 

while his giddish glee, he noticed a writing that he initially missed by the corner of the canvas. his eyes widened when he read it. 

'happy birthday'. 

just how oblivious could he be? his birthday was a week away, and this was his... gift. his birthday gift. 

damn it, you were too cute for him. 

carcel could feel his heart beating. he was completely flushed, laughing like a lovesick teenager to himself as he admired the artwork.

all the restless hours, the jealous little thoughts, thinking you were sick and all the paranoia— it seemed ridiculous to him now.

you were holed up in this room for days, creating something immaculately sincere and gentle. 

it definitely caught him off guard.

his wonderful, talented, genius of a wife.

he felt like a fool for forgetting that you picked up on painting a few months ago.

with one last lingering look at the painting, he left the room quietly. his heart felt lighter than it had felt in days. 

he managed to slip back into bed, and a gleeful smile spread across his face. he glanced at your sleeping form, blushing red.

placing a gentle kiss on your sleeping self's forehead, he tucked himself to bed, not without tucking you closely to his chest. 

the next morning, you managed to find out that carcel had entered the room. the cloth of the canvas you had once draped over it was on the floor. 

you deduced it was carcel. all of the servants knew that you were making a surprise gift. this had been meant as a surprise.

a heartfelt, intimate gift for his birthday. and now, thanks to his impatience (you did not know you locking yourself in the room was making him paranoid), the secret was spoiled.

frustrated and albeit disappointed, you tracked down carcel. you found him in his bedroom, having a briefing with the butler. “carcel escalante!” you yelled as you barged into his office. 

sensing your anger, which was uncharacteristic of you, carcel sat frozen on his seat— terrified to see why you were angry at him. meanwhile, the butler left the office due to your furious state. 

carcel gave a nervous smile. “what's wrong, dear?” he asked shakily with an unsure expression, sweating. it reminded you of a child that was caught rummaging in the cookie jar.

you placed your hands on your hips. “you went into my art room, didn't you?” narrowing your gaze, you frowned.

you could see the colour drained slightly from his face when his realisation dawned on him. 

oh, right. 

he forgot to drape the cloth over the painting. 

he spent begging on his knees for forgiveness, which you stubbornly did not appeal to.

carcel followed you around like a guilty shadow, imploring for you to show him mercy.

he tried to argue that it was due to you acting so strange, hence forcing him to investigate what happened, but you still refused to forgive him.

when you announced you would not give him the painting as a gift since he ruined the surprise. 

carcel felt his world shattered. he could feel himself wanting to burst into tears. he whined and sulked at your decision.

by the end of the day, he was practically at your feet, giving the best puppy eyes you had ever seen from him.

carcel begged and begged for you to finish the painting and give it to him by his birthday, despite it no longer being a surprise. 

carcel even teared up at the prospect of no longer receiving the very thing you put countless effort and devotion into.

though it was fun, on your end, to witness carcel murmuring every variation of apologies, you did relent and promise you would finish the painting and gift it to him.

that alone made him sprang up with joy again, kissing you all over with glee.

although, he could not promise he would not do it again due to his paranoia, he made sure to forgive you in a different way that night.

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THE CARCEL FIC IS OVER 1200 WORDS

DO NOT LET ME WRITE BC I CANT EVEN WRITE A DRABBLE

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aside from the two requests i have pending (one more slot free if anyone wants to req), i really want to write something abt reinhardt despite not being confident about making him in character

pls im on my knees bc of this mannn

[grinsgrimmy]

hello??? OMG I JUST READ YOUR WRITING FOR MY REQUEST??? I WAS SQUEALING!!! KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR !! BECAUSE IT WAS SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN??? AND IT EXCEEDED MY EXPECTATIONS??? like,,, WOW !!! 😍

i just LOVE, LOVE how you write and i chose the right writer for this drabble 🥹 YOU ARE HEAVEN SENT for this community! THANK YOU, THANK YOU SO SO MUCH for your kindness and talent! 🥰 i cannot wait for more of your contents! good luck with everything! i will be cheering for you! happy writing! 💗🫶🏻🫰🏻

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Hi, anonie!

Thank you for your kind words!! It took me a while to respond to your response because I was surprise.

I'm glad to hear you liked it!! Your compliment makes me really shy ahshahfajhsdhdj

Thank you for your request, anonie!

(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

[grinsgrimmy]

hi! i love your content so much :’) can i request a drabble?

Manhwa: How to Get My Husband on My Side (or How to Win My Husband Over)

Character: Iske Van Omerta x Reader

Prompt: Reader giving Iske a handmade bracelet.

Any information: make the bracelet pink :’) and end it with the duchy’s reaction seeing Iske with a pink bracelet on his wrist hehe

thank you so so much for writing! i can’t wait for more of your content! happy writing! 🩶

Ｇ Ｉ Ｆ Ｔ .

ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖨𝖲𝖪𝖤 𝖵𝖠𝖭 𝖮𝖬𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖠 𝗑 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

HOW TO GET MY HUSBAND ON MY SIDE

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 drabble . (1036 words)

sum. you made a bracelet for iske. he can't help but like the gift way too much than he should

note : thank you for the request and kind words, anonie! i literally screeched in my dorm when i read your request bc it's so cute. i unfortunately went over word limit again...

drabble request slots have reopened !

ㅤ⪩⪨ m.list

iske would do anything to make you happy.

even if it meant falling for your silly whims that you pulled from god knows where.

he owlishly blinked as your fingers worked around his wrist, attaching something to it with a giddish smile on your lips. whatever it was, he barely protested against it when his eyes fell upon that smile that made his knees weak.

he was in his own world as he stared blankly at your lips. you were so close, so close that he could feel the warmth radiating off of you. it was enough to keep him rooted in place, admiring your facial features as you busy yourself with attaching something to his wrist.

“done!” you announced proudly, stepping back to admire your work. only then did iske glance down at his wrist to see a delicate bracelet.

a pink bracelet.

the bracelet wildly contrasts with his dark, rugged attire. speechless, he was left blinking at the bracelet he deemed incredibly fragile.

one wrong move by him and it would probably break.

“odd choice of colour,” he piped up, his tone a little incredulously, but held no protest against it. you tried to stifle your laughter at his reaction.

he gave a deadpan to you, who was clearly trying not to laugh. iske ignored the mischievous glint in your eyes, “you made it yourself?” he asked, not daring to move the bracelet. you nodded excessively, “mhm! it took me a while to make it.”

you lowered your sleeve to show him a matching pink bracelet on your wrist. “now we're matching!” you teased, your eyes twinkling with glee, “if i look at it, then it'll remind me of you, and when you look at it, it'll remind you of me!”

cute.

iske immediately thought as he stared at your beaming face.

a little red tinged the tip of his ears.

he hummed, “my wife's talent exceeds me once again.” he murmured to himself with affection. a reminder of you— his clever, whimsical wife who brought colour to his otherwise gray world.

you huff proudly, laughing to yourself. you failed to witness the way iske's gaze softened at your words. he moved his wrist around, admiring the simple charm of the bracelet.

a small smile of amusement and fondness graced his lips. "i'll cherish it,” he vowed, his voice low and sincere. he slowly raised his wrist to his lips and kissed the pink bracelet.

you felt your heart skip a beat, flustered as the realisation hit you. his kiss on the bracelet held the same meaning as if he had kissed you directly. you began to stammer, searching for words, which depended on Iske's amusement.

he leaned down to press a gentle kiss onto the top of your head. “thank you, my wife,” he then whispered into your ear softly. the sudden closeness caught you off guard, and you let out a surprise squeak, which earned yet another dry chuckle of amusement from iske.

iske adjusted the sleeve of his fit. he blinked, watching the sleeve obscure the delicate bracelet, hiding it.

feeling an unexpected pang of dissatisfaction at seeing it obscured, iske folded his sleeve, letting the bracelet sit visibly against his skin.

a small smile touched his lips as he admired the bright band that stood out alongside his usual stoic appearance.

the rest of the day went on. the people of the duchy found themselves utterly baffled. iske strode through the halls, displaying the pink bracelet around his wrist with his sleeve folded up to his elbow.

he ignored the whispers that followed him whenever he went. this was their notorious stoic lord, after all— one who rarely showed warmth—

and yet there he was, proudly showcasing the delicate, handmade bracelet in the bright shade of pink.

you were at the knights' training grounds with iske's sister, ellenia.

everyone immediately knew it was given by his wife.

you tried your best to fight the urge to flee out of embarrassment as iske came down the field with the bright bracelet still on his wrist, as if showing it off.

the knights all surrounded iske, they could barely contain their laughter and teasing grins as they all fawned at the sight of him with a bright pink bracelet.

iske's annoyance began to rise. “something wrong with it?” he asked, his voice flat yet holding a clear tone of warning. the knights had grown bold as always.

they all stifled at his clear signs of warning and saluted at him, “nothing wrong at all!” they all chimed simultaneously, hurriedly going back to training.

“wife,” he walked to you and raised his wrist to you. he looked at you expectantly, “take it. i don't want to ruin it when i train.”

iske did not want to take it off himself since he was worried his strength would have broken it.

it was too fragile in his eyes.

iske did not want to destroy a gift made by you.

you reached out immediately, fingers brushing against the soft threads of the bracelet as you slowly slid it off his wrist.

when you slipped the bracelet off and gently placed it in your palm. daringly, you took a deep breath and leaned in to plant a kiss on iske's forehead.

he turned his head towards you and nodded, taking your hand to place a gentle kiss on it before returning to the middle of the field to bark orders at the knights.

you could hear the knights whistle at the sight, which earned a harsh glare from iske— forcing them to be quiet almost immediately.

you could not help but notice ellenia, who was standing beside you— had a slight sulk that you could have missed if you were not that observant.

her stoic demeanor did not quite mask the hint of envy in her eyes as she watched the exchange. you brain immediately clicked at why she was sulking.

with an amused smile on your lips, you chime teasingly, “so what colour does ellen like?” chiming with a teasing grin.

ellenia huffed, looking away with her ears tinged red. “anything from you,” she said curtly with a tiny frown that resembled a pout.

“okay~” you say happily, which made her huff again, this time with satisfaction.

this was home.

and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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