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𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚 💭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 💭 𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐰 💭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲(?), 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧�� 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬

you were never fond of the nobles. as an orphan who was abandoned by her own parents, you had to fight your way to survive in the back alleys. you had to learn to defend yourself from the cruel thugs. you had to learn how to beg for a spare coin or half-eaten food, even though they would wrinkle their nose at the dirty rags you wore. you had to endure the harsh weather with those thin rags on your beaten and bruised body.

at one point, you truly realized how utterly useless your life was. you were just a waste of space. a peasant whom no one knew. you had no purpose, so why were you trying so desperately to live?

you groaned, a loud rumble came from your stomach, but you ignored its pleading. you had no purpose, so you might as well die. though you did find it regrettable to die in a dark and dirty alley like this. who knew what those vile people would do to your corpse. but, at least you wouldn’t feel the pain anymore.

you slowly close your eyes, accepting your fate, before you heard a warm voice call out to you. you slowly opened your eyes again, squinting at a girl who held her hand out to you. you blinked, staring into her emerald-like eyes. there wasn’t any hint of disgust or hatred, only pure worry for your poor state.

“are you alright?” the girl asked you, tilting her head as her obsidian fringes framed her face. was it just you, or was there light shining behind her? “would you like to come with me?” you cringed at the question.

many nobles had offered to take you in, but they all ended up mistreating you, leaving you with the whip scars on your back and the bruises from struggling to run away. your trust in humanity was like a broken glass, your own will to live spilling from it.

your lips quivered. the girl before you shine so brightly, unlike those evil people with ominous shadows following them everywhere. this girl was warm, the warmth you had seemed after so many years of surviving. your hands subconsciously reached out for the girl’s extended palm, and you felt the girl shake it gently, a smile gracing her face.

“i’m alyssa. what’s your name?” the girl asks, giving your small hand a comforting squeeze. your lips trembled, digging the name from your painful memories. the only thing in this world you could truly call your own. “my name…is (y/n).”

everything after that was a blur. alyssa had taken you back to her quarters in the palace, and gave you the position as her maid. the sweet, kind, and lovable princess alyssa gave you a purpose to live again, and you could not be more grateful, swearing to dedicate your life to the 4th princess.

in a span of a few months, you and alyssa bonded quickly. you could always sympathize with each other’s experiences and the way people would go out of their way to make the two of you an outcast. in a sort of strange way, the two of you became each other’s pillar. a place where each other could always come too when they feel like the world is giving up on them. the two of you have each other hope.

so, when your ‘hope’ was accused of of being a criminal, you couldn’t believe your ears. princess alyssa, the benevolent princess that took you in? she would never do something so cruel to her younger sister! you tried to defend the outcasted princess, but no one was on the crow princess’s side. in fact, they all seemed to ‘expect’ her to do something like this. were they so blind? you wanted to cut off their tongues for speaking such filth.

but in the end, you were only a maid, and without the princess, you became nothing once again. alyssa had built you up from a corpse with no will to live, and now that the princess was gone, all you could do was offer her they life she had given you.

holding the thick rope around your neck, you didn’t even have the will to struggle as you kicked away the chair. tears burned at the edges of your eyes, feeling your lungs tighten painfully, but no pain could compare to the lost of your princess. “please…if a god exist…please guide me to the princess again..!”

you expected to never wake up in that moment, but when you could suddenly open your eyes, and were taken aback. you were alive? did you somehow survive that? who would even save you anyways?

you looked around, darting up to a makeup vanity and ogling at your reflection. there was no rope burns around your neck, in fact, it looked so smooth and delicate. your eyes trailed to admire your face, and a small gasp escaped you. your face looked so different than before where it was dull and sunken. you never realized you could look this beautiful with these rosy cheeks and plump lips.

“lady (y/n)?” you whipped your body around at the unfamiliar voice, internally panicking as a girl in a familiar uniform approached you. “did you sleep well, m’lady?” you froze at the way she referred to you as if speaking to a noble.

“w…who am i?” the girl frowned at you, pouting her lips as she placed her hands on her hips ‘threateningly’.

“why, of course you are the princess of the (l/n) duchy, lady (f/n) (l/n)!” the servant girl announced to you, mirth within her tone. “now, if you are done with your pranks, please allow me to bathe you.”

you wordlessly listened to the girl, following her towards an extravagant bathroom you knew was comparable to that of a princess’s. was this girl actually being serious? how did you suddenly wake up as a duke’s daughter? you didn’t want this. you wanted to reunite with her.

your eyes widened, staring into the naked reflection in the mirror. all the scars you had was gone. the whip scars, the bruises, the scratches. they were all gone. there was not even a scratch on the supple skin you were unfamiliar with.

that day was already a week ago, and you had grown accustomed to your new blue-blooded body. (f/n) (l/n), a mischievous duke’s daughter known for pulling harmless pranks. despite that, high society adored her due the girl’s knack for lifting people’s spirits and her pure virtue.

elmir’s nobles were flabbergasted when the playful girl had a total 180 degrees change in attitude. where was the prankster girl they knew? why was she behaving like such a solemn flower? the doubts didn’t last long though, since the girl’s sudden maturity made the nobles adore her even more. she became the symbol of how a noble should be, and the muse of many. prime, elegant, and refined. the duke’s daughter’s popularity exploding, and everyone in the elmir empire wished to see this graceful dove.

so, when their darling little aisha suddenly showed an interest in the rumored duke’s daughter, the empress and emperor just had to invite the lady to the palace! after all, their little aisha rarely showed any emotions, not to mention such keen interest in someone! and this couple would do anything to see their daughter happy!

when your carriage arrived at the palace, you couldn’t help but tremble anxiously. the emperor told you not to fret, but how could you not when the emperor himself invited you to the palace?! had your family committed treason? had you committed a crime without realizing it? was your family actually involved in rebellion?

“you don’t need to be so nervous.” a velvety male voice chuckled, somehow he calmed your nerves with his mere words. you focused on the blonde male before you, slightly towering over him, a wide grin on his striking face while emerald eyes stared at you. “you must be lady (y/n).”

“y..yes,” you glanced at the blonde’s attire, noticing the imperial family’s insignia engraved on the buttons on his vest. “ah..! greetings to prince isis de elmir!” you curtsied, the anxiety building up again as you stand before the empire’s prince. “my apologies for the delayed greeting…”

“please don’t worry, it was my fault for not introducing myself first.” isis scratched his pink cheeks, averting his emerald eyes before focusing on you once again. “my father has instructed me to accompany you to aisha’s room. i hope you don’t mind.” isis offered you his arm, and you gladly looped your arms with him.

“of course not. i’m honored.” alright, so you were here to see the princess? so you were just panicking over nothing.

“um, aisha is a little…quiet, so please don’t feel offended if she doesn’t speak much. she just takes long to warm up is all.” isis suddenly chimed, attempting to strike up a conversations during the long walk to his sister’s chambers.

“it’s alright, your highness. i understand.” a gentle smile graced your lips as you glanced at the male who seemed rather jittery. you couldn’t blame the princess. after all, it took you much longer to become accustomed to your new parent’s affection, especially since you were an orphan in your past.

isis didn’t understand what you meant, but decided it wasn’t in his place to ask you to explain, instead, staying quiet as he continued to maneuver with you through the halls. occasionally emerald irises would glance towards your thoughtful face before darting away, hoping you didn’t notice that he was staring. “she really is as alluring as the rumors say…” isis remarked to himself.

undeniably, the prince was also curious about the lady who dominated high society after just one banquet, and now he could no longer pass off the rumors as an exaggeration. isis felt like he could understand why his sister was so interested in the lady now. perhaps his lovely little sister secretly admired the lady.

“it looks like were the same age,” you chimed out of the blue, catching the blonde off guard with your smooth voice. isis nodded, mumbling a quick ‘yes’ in response, then everything went silent again. you internally sweat-dropped. you were never any good at making conversations, even in your past life. and in this new life, the nobles always tried to talk your ears off with flattery, so you never had to say much except some quiet replies.

finally, the two of you arrived at a big white door after an awkward silence, you admired the details engraved on it while isis knocked on the door. “aisha. lady (y/n) has arrived.” isis announced, hearing a quiet ‘come in,’ the blonde opened the door, allowing you to enter first.

“greetings to the star of the empire, princess aisha de elmir.” you curtsied, peeking at the princess through your lashes. she was adorable with her rosy cheeks of baby fat, her curly silver hair, and her doe-azure eyes that sparkled at you.

a part of you slumped in relief, sensing a strange familiarity with the princess despite knowing you’ve never encountered her before. with such a unique appearance, you were sure you’d remember if you ever came across her.

aisha could feel her chest swell up, staring at your healthy figure, she inwardly praised herself for going with her gut feeling after hearing people talk about you. compared to the girl she befriended in the past, you adopted the noble appearance worthy of a duke’s daughter, and the princess was relieved to see you living in a good conditions. aisha quickly took notice of the dullness of your eyes though. she’d have to fix that, and she knew exactly how.

you sat across from the princess at the round table, taking small sips from the porcelain tea cup while glancing at the princess. was your eyes fooling you, or was she doing that habitual pucker of her lips? the habit that princess alyssa always did whenever she enjoyed her tea. god, even the tea was chamomile, princess alyssa’s favorite.

“(y/n),” you felt your brow furrowed at the nostalgic warmth in her voice. “do you not recognize me?” you shook your head, laughing off the ridiculous thought…unless—

“….princess..a..alyssa?” the name tasted bitter in your mouth, waiting for the girl before you to respond with narrowed eyes.

after a short while, aisha nodded her head, a grin gracing her face as you immediately pounced out of your seat, pulling the smaller girl into your chest as tears spilled out of your eyes. aisha sobbed into your shoulder, sniffling as you both felt your hearts pound against each other’s. you weren’t dreaming. your ‘hope’ was sitting before you. god had truly reunited you with the princess!

it took the both of you longer to release all the suppressed emotions than you anticipated, but you didn’t care as aisha’s tears dampened your shoulder. your own salty tears dampening the girl’s back. your princess was in your arms again. your hope was in your arms again. and this time, you will never let her go.

it didn’t take long for rumors of the duke’s daughter and the young princess becoming close friends to become the hot topic of the empire. they knew you were charming in many ways, but befriending the princess? now that was just pure talent.

since you two had a lot to catch up on after not seeing each other for so long, you would visit the palace almost everyday. of course everyone welcomed you, since they could see the way their princess’s eyes would light up at the slightest glimpse of you.

naturally, you also bonded with the rest of the imperial family since you would visit almost daily. the emperor and empress adored you for becoming their daughter’s first friend. they even started treating you so warmly as if you were their own daughter. how could they help it? you were such a joy to be around!

isis grew on you quickly too. the boy was so kind and considerate! especially when he would look at you with eyes the color of emerald that makes your heart swells!

likewise, isis also enjoyed your visits, occasionally joining you and his sister with whatever you guys were doing for the day. be it painting, reading, doing makeup, or touching up on etiquette, isis found your personality like a light bulb in a completely black room.

time flew by like water, and before you knew it, isis had already become the crown prince! the prince who you adored teasing about the differences in your height was now towering over you! it was scary how much he grew, but you couldn’t help and look up at him in fondness as he wore his usual smile.

aisha also blossomed into a beautiful young lady, and you were so honored to be next to the princess as she finally experienced true familial love that she craved in her past life.

everything seemed great, and your days with the imperial family was the biggest joy in your new life. however, nothing lasts forever. your parents suddenly got into a carriage accident while on a business trip, and when the news reached your ears, you dropped the tea cup in your hand, while aisha widened her eyes in horror.

you sat there quietly, staring at your clenched fists as aisha hugged you. you couldn’t comprehend the emotions swirling through your mind right now. it’s not as if you were ever close to you new parents after waking up in this body. all your attention and affection was focused on the young aisha who revealed her past identity to you, and you began to drift away from ‘your family’ as a whole. perhaps you felt a little regret. god gave you a new chance at life with your ‘hope’ at your side, and the opportunity to experience your own family, yet you ignored that chance.

that day you excused yourself from the imperial family, who all gathered to see you after hearing the news. the empress could see the darkness in your eyes, and she wanted to beg you to stay. so that darkness wouldn’t take you away. iris couldn’t bear it if that twinkle in your eyes would disappear.

tyrion stopped his wife though. as much as he loved you as if you were his own child, he knew you needed time alone to process the shock. he gave you an endearing pat on the head like he always did, and added some encouraging words to the expressionless you.

aisha could only watch your back, shoulders seeming heavier than normal, as she held hands with isis, who would occasionally squeeze your hand. their heart ached to see the bright and joyful girl they adored look so depressed, but they could only hope that you would figure out a way to get back on your feet again. they’d always be there waiting for you once you did, and they’d be happy to make you an addition of their own family.

their hope was utterly crushed though. since your parents had passed away, you inherited the duchy, figuring your ways through the stacks of heavy paperwork. every since you held the funeral for your parents, all you did was lock yourself in your father’s old office, filling and stamping papers after papers, barely eating nor sleeping.

aisha and isis took notice of how you hadn’t visit her even after two days, and after a whole week, iris and tyrion were also worried. only then did they realize how much they took your presence for granted, and they hastily reached out to you. sending letters after letters, requesting for them to come visit you. but in the end, you just gave the worried family some excuse before continuing with the paperwork.

after a whole month of this game, the emperor and empress could not endure the anxiety consuming them any longer. you were basically their own child, so they had to check up on you. that day, tyrion sent and emergency summon to the duchy. he knew he shouldn’t be taking advantage of his title, but it’s not as if he intended to do anything bad. even iris agreed with his plans! they just needed to check up on you, and this was the only way to force you out of the duchy!

once you made it to the palace and maneuvered your way through the familiar halls, you entered the audience room. tyrion and iris paced around anxiously until they heard your footsteps, turning to look at you after a whole month, only for their heart to sink.

you had completely lost the brilliant glow in your eyes even though you tried to conceal it. your cheeks look sunken, and they knew you hadn’t eaten as regularly as you were supposed to. the dark crescents under your eyes especially stood out, signifying that you hadn’t had enough sleep. oh, just where did the lively (y/n) go? now you were only rendered to a husk of your former self. a ominous appearance as if you were a corpse.

you knew of their intentions to summon you like that, but you took it as an opportunity to ensure them you were fine. lies. you told them you needed more time. that you were going through a difficult time right now. that you wanted to be alone for a while.

if it was any other person, the couple probably would have doubts. but the person making these pleas were you. the child who’s intelligence and grace was praised throughout the whole empire. your words were like honey to their ears. the exact comfort that they needed to hear. that you’d be back to ‘normal’ in no time. that their happy (y/n) would return to their arms.

of course, the emperor and empress trusted you. dismissing you with a tight embrace. when the news of their meeting reached their children’s ears, they comforted aisha and isis. persuading them that you’ll be just fine. you just needed more time. unaware of how they were dead wrong.

a whole year had passed every since that meeting, and you continued to give emotional excuses to the imperial family’s invites, which became once a week to twice or thrice a day. you were probably the only person courageous enough to blatantly ignore them like this, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything. you knew the princess you adored was in good health and happy. after all, she awakened the powers of a ‘saintess’ and now her reputation has been exploding while your’s slowly fade away from society.

there was no one else you needed to be concern about. not iris, tyrion, or… isis. they’ll be just fine without you. they’ve got each other, after all. and you were just a pest latching onto them all this time…

in fact, you were wrong. the family might seem to be doing well from the outside, but inside they were breaking apart. why? just why? why. why. why?! they’ve waited so long so why haven’t you returned to them? we do you continue to pretend like you were never really close to them? why. why. why. couldn’t you see they wanted you? they needed you. they craved you. just say the word and they’d give the world for you. so why do you keep being so stubborn!? can’t you see you need them too? that night, they finally decided to sit down at a table together for the first time after months had passed of them going their separate ways. their string of patience had snapped. they couldn’t swallow their greed any longer.

you were working in your office as usual that night when you heard a strange sound coming from outside your door. you dismissed it at first, but when a bloodcurdling scream reached your ears, you jumped from your chair. legs wobbling as you haven’t gotten up in so long, you darted to the door of your office, only to halt when you felt strong arms wrapping so tightly around you they knocked the air out of you.

“just stay still, alright? this won’t hurt…” your mind registered the owner of the lovesick voice before it grew hazy as whatever was soaked into the clothe pressing into your nose and mouth was making you dizzy. all you could feel before blacking out was the intruder nuzzling his face into your neck to relish in the scent he hadn’t inhaled in so long. one name did cross your clouded mind though; isis.

#—ichigo 💭#yandere manhwa x reader #yandere x reader #into the light once again #isis de elmir #aisha de elmir #_𝟏𝐊𝟏𝐆𝐀𝟏_

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mellifluouaamor · 2 years

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hello! can I request isis, rezef, and ijekiel courting or crushing hcs? also gn!reader please, like how they would act around their crush, what they would do for them, unless you have a character limit I'll redo this request :') thank you if you took up this request! I hope you'll have a lovely day or night ❤️❤️

ISIS DE ELMIR, REZEF HILL, IJEKIEL ALPHEUS (SEPARATE) ⍣ GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

synopsis. how he courts you.

warnings. rezef hill being rezef hill.

author's note. HI SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING FOR MONTHS 🙈 to answer your question though - because of how easy it is for me to write for manhwa characters, i wanna say that i have no character limit... but alas, i gotta cap it at 3 so i can catch up with my other requests 😂

it'll take empress iris and aisha talking to ISIS to get him to realise his intimate feelings for you, and he'll immediately think of courting you once he's sure that what he feels isn't a product of him being in the heat of the moment. if he's already close with you, the way he endearingly treats you won't change but there will be a hint of shyness in his gestures.

his attempts at courting you may be a bit awkward, but there's no denying the heartfelt sincerity in every gift that he leaves in your hands. the gifts that he hand-picks himself reflect his innocent wish of making you the happiest person in the empire (as well as the time that he spends thinking about you).

as the crown prince, isis spends most of his time studying and training, and rarely has a moment to think about relationships. as a result, he would often turn to his father and mother for help. he'd take you out to the places they've suggested and would plan every date meticulously; courting you is an operation that he must succeed in!

he pays extra attention to you on your dates and considers those outings as your days. if there's a particular place that you want to visit, don't hesitate to tell him as he'll gladly bring you there on his carriage - or his horse if you ask him. something in a shop caught your eye? consider it bought.

during royal balls and banquets, isis will always make sure to ask you if he could be your partner for your first dance. he wants to be the one to lead you to the dance floor and show the audience that there is no one in the whole world who shines more brightly or beautifully than you. if he's the star, then you must the sky that allows him to exist.

despite being the crown prince, the way isis treats you will make you feel like royalty - and he's not being endearing just for the sake of getting your hand. every action and word of his is genuine, especially his promise to devote his faith to you and being your sword.

REZEF will kill a person, burn a mansion down, and even forsake his own country if it means that he can obtain you. with the way he was raised and treated as a child, it shouldn't come as a surprise that rezef views you as a property to own rather than a living human whose feelings he has to put above his own if he truly loves you.

you'll find yourself on the receiving end of his kindness and comfort more often, and you'll wake up to find expensive gifts piling up in your home. he doesn't bother leaving himself anonymous because he knows that once your parents are aware of the prince's courtship, it'll be hard for you to refuse his feelings later.

instead of taking you out to the places that you've never been to before, he'll invite you over for lunch or dinner with him in the palace and try to charm you. if you're cayena's close friend, she'll encourage you to get to know her brother better and will even go as far as putting in a good word for him to convince you; even if you're intuitive enough to realise that he's not someone you should get involved with, cayena's charisma is enough to make you inclined to accept rezef's invitations.

as the prince of his country, rezef is not short on money. if jamil tells him that you've been showing interest in a certain trend or have been eyeing some things in the shops, he'll order his servants to purchase those items and wrap them up as gifts to be delivered to you promptly. he doesn't stop to think about where you'll store his endless stream of gifts because if you run out of space, you always have the option of moving into the palace with him and becoming his beloved.

the more time you spend with rezef, the more possessive he is of you. only he's allowed to court you, only he's allowed to touch you, only he's allowed to love you. other people don't get those privileges, and if they try to steal you away from him, they'll face punishment even worse than death.

IJEKIEL is a gentleman at heart and wants to treat you with utmost care, believing that you deserve only the best. he's already kind to you, and you'll often find yourself being doted on by him in private.

he's quite romantic and would send you more love letters than gifts, which are reserved for special occasions such as your birthday. the words and emotions he normally wouldn't express to you in person are inked onto every sheet of paper folded and tucked into the envelopes that will soon find their way to your hands. sometimes, he would deliver his letter to you personally to show you just how genuine he is with his courtship of you.

when the two of you have a free slot in your schedules, he'd take you out for a boat ride and ask you about your day. don't spare him the details; he wants to know everything, so don't be shy about speaking freely around him. he likes listening to you ramble on about the things that make you happy as he watches your animated expressions with a fond smile. of course, he'll gladly talk about himself too if you ask him.

ijekiel will invite you to join him in night markets if you don't mind crowded places. it's the perfect opportunity for him to see what you really like and buy you a memorable gift that will hopefully remind you of this day whenever you look at it. these crowded night markets also give him a good excuse to hold your hand; you wouldn't want to suddenly be separated from him now, would you?

before every social event the two of you have been invited to, he would make sure to gift you something to wear to it, something that will obviously indicate whose heart you've captured. with how charming you are, ijekiel is positive that many suitors will approach you tonight, and wants a subtle yet effective way of warding off any potential threats to his courtship of you.

ijekiel always wants to be the partner of your first dance in balls and banquets. the moment he sets foot in the venue, he's weaving through the crowd, eyes searching for your familiar face. as soon as he finds you, he wastes no time in approaching you - and if you happen to be having a conversation with someone, he'll politely slot himself in to ask you if he could be your first dance partner.

during the first dance, you won't miss the way he's tenderly holding your waist as he meets your eyes with a loving gaze; in these moments, he'll make his feelings for you clear as day in hopes that one day, he'll have a place in your future.

#loveletters—!#manhwa x reader #into the light once again #the villainess is a marionette #who made me a princess #i suddenly became a princess #isis de elmir #isis de elmir x reader #rezef hill #rezef hill x reader #ijekiel alpheus #ijekiel alpheus x reader #headcanons #gender neutral reader

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liviavanrouge · 2 months

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Twst x Manhwa AU: New World

Livia: Ugh, I can't wait to go home!

Minako: Hah! I can tell!

Livia: Mina...the mirror

Minako: *Perks up* NOT AGAIN!!

Livia: *Flaps her wings, and grabs Minako yelping when the mirror sucked them both in*

Crowley: Oh dear...

Malleus and Lilia: *Looks sharply at Crowley, their eyes glowing* YOU

~~~~~

Livia: *Screams, falling out of the air, her eyes wide when she found her animal features gone*

???: *Gasps as she crashed into him* WOAH!

Livia: Ouch...that is gonna hurt like hell...

???: Are you alright?

Livia: *Opens her eyes finding a blond haired male with green eyes staring at her* H-Huh...who are you?

???: *Blinks in surprise* Prince Isis of the Elmir Kingdom

Livia: *Blinks still confused*

Isis: *Stares at her now concerned*

~~~~~

Minako: *Looks around, finding herself in some creepy woods* Livia!? Liv!? FIREFLY!??

???: *Holds their sword to her throat*

Minako: *Whips around and kicks the figure right in their chest pushing them back*

???: A fighter, I see...

Minako: Hah, did you expect an easy target?

???: Not at all, but remember the name Dion Agriche when you die

Minako: *Grins* Fuck you.

@queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @writing-heiress @marrondrawsalot @abyssthing198 @zexal-club @teddymochi

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yanderedreamer · 2 years

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But aaa since you're taking requests for manhwa, may I request general yandere headcanons for our beloved Crown Prince Isis?

Yandere Isis de Elmir / gender-neutral reader.

Synopsis: General yandere headcanons.

Warnings: Emotional manipulation, infantilization, mentions of torture (not towards reader).

Sweet, sweet Isis. A fairy tale prince in flesh, a strong knight possessing gentle sincerity, and the Crown Prince of the Elmir Empire... He's the man who's madly in love with you to the point where he would tear down the stars and rearrange them if you asked him to. If you have enemies that you'd like to exact revenge on, just tell him their names and he'll get his hands dirty for you.

Isis unknowingly fell for you when he saw how well you treated his younger sister. Aisha is everything to him, and to see her being doted on by you stirred a certain feeling of warmth inside his chest. At first, he wanted to keep you close to make his sister happy after knowing how much she loves spending time with you, but his reason eventually became more and more personal as the days passed. His admiration for you gradually morphed into an obsession which he can't control.

If he's the sun, then you're his moon. You gently light people's paths with your kindness, and your innocence is something that Isis wants to preserve. He thinks that you're too naïve for this world but don't worry! As your prince and knight, he'll do everything within his power to protect you from the "bad things".

Anyone who tries to harm you will meet the other end of his sword first before they are dragged to face the enraged emperor. How dare they try to endanger the life of his son's love interest? For meddling with someone who is directly connected to the crown prince, he would let his son choose the perpetrator's punishment. Of course, Isis has no plans of giving them the easy way out through death. They'll be tortured until they get it into their thick head that they shouldn't touch what doesn't belong to them.

Isis will lure you in with his honey-coated words and sweet gestures. He knows the way to your heart very well, and you will fall for him. He'll guarantee it no matter what because anyone you show interest in will avoid you with eyes full of fear the next day. Isis will wrap you with a false sense of security, deceiving you into believing that he's the prince charming of your dreams. When it comes to you, he's willing to step out of line a little.

He wouldn't confine you to a room because Aisha would strongly object to the idea; instead, he should tie you to him with matrimony. That would put a tight leash on you without actually hurting you, and you'll have no choice but to move into the Imperial Palace to live with him and his family. His face grows warm at the thought of being emperor with you sitting on the seat next to his throne. His little Aisha is so smart!

It would be easy for Isis to gain your hand in marriage. Your family is already loyal to the royal family so if it's a direct order from the emperor himself, then your parents will gladly hand you over to be the crown prince's future spouse. Aisha is excited to have you as her sibling-in-law soon, and Tyrion and Iris would always give you a warm welcome whenever you visit to have lunch or dinner with them.

If you decide to break your engagement with Isis, he'll be heartbroken and he'll readily show you how he feels about your decision. He'll act desperate, he'll beg, he'll guilt-trip you into staying with him. What do you mean you can't handle it? Has he not been nice enough to you? When you think back, the crown prince has been nothing but loving towards you - but that's the problem. His love is suffocating, yet you can't deny the kindness he has shown you all this time.

If you continue to refuse him, he'll find a way to have you crawling back to him, begging him to save your family with your hands clasped together as tears run down your cheeks in rivulets. He'd feign concern and reassure you that he'll take care of things while smiling gleefully on the inside. Do you understand now? That you're helpless without him. You need him in your life because only he can save you from your troubles. Only he can be the fairy tale prince to embrace you with love, to put the crown on your head and thus bind you to him for the rest of your life.

Aww, his precious one is crying. Don't worry, he coos, he'll serve the world to you on a silver platter. So why don't you smile for him and show a little happiness?

#✍️ : alice writes #yandere manhwa #yandere manhwa x reader #into the light once again #isis de elmir #isis de elmir x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #gender neutral reader #tw: yandere

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melonminnie · 1 year

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BUT YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE MY LAB PARTNER?

ISIS X FEM! READER (100 special ☆)

SYMPTOMS : befriending isis was just step one of your sick best friends plan to making him fall in love with her!, but when she suddenly needs to be taken to the other side of the empire to be treated she leaves the plan to be completed in your hands!, after befriending isis your friend returns only to find out a huge mistake was made in the midst of the plan?! With a crumpled piece of paper and a letter in the trash. It was time for a confession to be made

-inspired by 20th century girl! (The movie)

1.I AM?

2. No your not!

3. Your disloyal..

“Name there’s one thing I forgot to tell you..”

-Updated every week or two ☆

#manhwa x reader #historical manhwa #Isis x reader #-azuwritess #Isis de elmir #into the light once again #manhwa #fanfic #manwah #☆Labpartner!

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honestly-oceanie · 2 years

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YOU PUT ME ON AND SAID I WAS YOU FAVORITE || soft bois edition pt. 2

Synopsis: You draw something(s) on their arm/wrist/hand

《Ijekiel Alpheus, Felix Robane, Isis de Elmir, Erden Astar Halstead, Erudian Lu Soledo Belgoat, Cassian Eckard, Felix Chamberlain, Anakin, Zachary de Arno, Kiyu Ahn | gn! reader》

{Fluff♡ | ▪︎imagine/scenario▪︎}

A/N: here's part 2 cause there's image limit😑. So I decided to remove 'Eli' cause I feel like I'm going to be redundant and I don't like that.

Into The Light, Once Again

Isis de Elmir

"Crown Prince of Elmir Empire"

🦋 It would definitely happen during his break. I mean he's the Crown Prince so yeah he's pretty busy.

🦋 You were both just sitting on the drawing room, silence over taking you. You started to feel anxious, you didn't want to bore the Crown Prince to death, today he has a break and he should definitely spend it wisely not just sitting here with you doing nothing.

🦋 He noticed you were so unusually quiet and decided to take matters in his own hands.

🦋 While you were drowning on your own thoughts, Isis picked up a pen and called out to you. Yes he was the one who ask not you

"(Name), can you give me your hand?"

🦋 You just obliged, curious to see what he was up to. Then all if a sudden he started drawing on your hand, you were very surprise at first. I mean, the Crown Prince doing something like this is already surprising.

🦋 After a while, you started to relax and enjoy what the Isis was doing to you, your eyelids fluttering until it finally close.

🦋 When he'd finished, he turn to you and was about to ask you to do the same to him so you'll be even, he found you fast asleep. The sight in front of him made him smile.

" *sigh* What did I told you about overthinking again (Name)."

Seduce The Villain's Father

Erudian Lu Soledo Belgoat

"Emperor of Belgoat Empire"

🦋 *every ml's on fanfiction*

🦋 Ah yes, from Crown Prince to Emperor, this man is even more busy. Tho Idk how he could be a freelancer in the manhwa.

🦋 It happened because you were pestering him in his office whilst he was busy with his paperworks.

"Come on! You deserve some break, stop that for a meanwhile."

🦋 He only give in because you just wouldn't stop. When he put down his pen, you suddenly got an idea.

"Ru, give me your hand!"

🦋 He obliged without questions then you started drawing on his (hand or wrist). He was very amused then chuckled.

"What is this for?"

"Nothing! Just wanted to do it."

🦋 He just let you do as you pleased. He won't admit it but he liked it too. Would definitely tease you about your "artisticness".

Once Married

Cassian Eckard

"The Monstrous Duke of the East"

🦋 This man is willing to do ANYTHING for you!

🦋 He can say one thing for sure and that is: his heart is completely for you😉

🦋 Now back to the topic. He'd of course want to try some things with his wife and he'll partake in any request you ask of him. For him it doesn't matter whether it is small or not. Anything that has to do with his wife IS. A. BIG. IMPORTANT. DEAL.

🦋 even if its just small things such as this, he takes them rather too serious.

"I—Cassian, it's not really that big of a deal you don't have to take it seriousl–"

"Yes, I must. Now what may I do for you, my wife."

"...."

🦋 Although you only meant for this to become a little fun activity because of your husband's stiffness and seriousness, you put your guard up, constantly looking at his face for some indifferent reaction.

🦋 After a while, you both finally chill and relaxed with each other, realizing how silly you two were just a few minutes ago😆.

🦋 idk but ig I just liked his puppy demeanor😅 eventhough it only appears shortly. This kinds is my type of guy.

-honestly, Oceanie-

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jeweledflowers · 2 years

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𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬. | 𝙄𝙨𝙞𝙨 𝘿𝙚 𝙀𝙡𝙢𝙞𝙧.

(i've written two times with gn reader, so this is fem reader. isis is around 20 here and reader is 19.

and reader is slightly psycho, but she's also free spirited and straightforward. like, she doesn't care about whatever people think, she doest what she does. of course, what she does is psychopathic.

not happy ending im sorry)

Isis de Elmir did not think that he'd like people like her.

But life has a way of catching us by surprise.

On a very regular day, his sister, Aisha, came running into his room, tearing around the corner as fast as she could.

'Aisha!' He exclaims, and grabs her shoulders to steady her. 'What's wrong?'

'A princess is arriving--a crown princess--from another Empire! For 2 months!' she manages to gasp out. Isis tilts his head and smiles. 'She's probably coming here as an ambassador, Aisha. Why this reaction?'

Aisha shook her head. 'Her reputation!'

Isis decided to tackle this slowly. 'Okay. What's wrong with her reputation?'

Aisha looked around, as though afraid of being heard, then whispered, 'They say she's a psychopath. A hideously ugly, evil woman.'

Isis tsked. 'Aisha, you shouldn't just believe the rumors like that.'

Aisha despairingly says, 'People tell me she, she acts as though no one is here to see or hear her... are you understanding me?'

Isis stands up. 'Yes Aisha, but I believe you should relax. Perhaps she really isn't all the rumors say about her.'

Aisha's shoulders briefly relax. 'Perhaps.'

Isis is the Crown Prince and therefore it's his responsibility to welcome her. He stands in the hallway as a large, elaborate carriage pulls up. He straightens his posture rather apprehensively for the so-called evil lady to step out.

But the lady who steps out is anything but ugly. She's beautiful, beautiful in such a way that everyone in the large hallway seems to have become strangely breathless. She notices all the stares and dramatically flips her hair. 'I know I am beautiful, but please, enough with the eyes.'

Isis clears his throat before taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. Her hands are soft, softer than he expected, and the scent reminds him of the kennedia flowers. She raises a brow. 'Are you flirting with me?'

Isis is so taken aback that he takes a step backward almost instinctively. 'Pardon?'

She chuckles. 'Flirting. Do you like me?'

Isis wonders if this is how people lose their minds. 'Princess, I-'

Telling her no might seem rude, and telling her yes would earn him an extra round of questioning at the gates of heaven.

However, it doesn't seem like she seeks a response, for she only shakes her head and laughs, not the polite, tinkling bell like laugh he's gotten used to from noblewomen, but a wild, open mouthed laugh, free and uncaring of whoever and whatever watching. 'Oh god. You're an innocent, aren't you?' She takes a step forward and leans in, her lips so close to his that she just needs to move the slightest bit and their lips will meet. 'Had your first kiss yet?'

'Princess!' Isis almost gasps out loud, his face flushing a bright red, and underneath all his surprise is a subconscious admiration of her wild, confident demeanor.

Isis finds her on the rooftop with her arms stretched wide to the whole world. 'Uh-princess, what are you doing?'

'Answer me, Your Highness. Do you think I'd be able to fly if I jumped off?'

'No.' Isis flatly replies, having a hunch as to where this was going.

She turns around, and he swears he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. The wind catches in her hair and her dress flutters behind her, and so do the ribbons and flowers in her hair. The expression on her face is so, free- the expression of the handful of moments before sunset when the sky is all the colors at once.

'See, that's where you're wrong, Your Highness.'

'Princess, you'll break your neck.'

'No, I won't. Here, try with me, some of that logic will be removed from your head.'

And without preamble, she pulls his hand and leaps off of the roof.

The wind whistles loudly in Isis' ears, the world turns to a blur of colors; he might be screaming or paralyzed with fear, he doesn't know; he wraps his arms around the princess and she squeezes him.

He can still hear her carefree laughter in his ears.

After what feels like an eternity, he comes to his senses and finds himself and the princess lying in a thicket of leaves, arms around each other, both of them exhilarated. He lets go of her and sits up. She certainly enjoyed the whole experience--her face is colored a bright pink, and her hair is a nest, but she beams at him. 'Enjoyed, Your Highness?'

'Probably. I don't know. Maybe.' He doesn't know how to respond. He never knows how to respond to her.

She gets up and pulls him to his feet. Damn, she's strong.

'Next time, Your Highness, let's swim with sharks!'

'No, Princess!'

Isis is dozing in his office, on top of his books, and feels a flick to his forehead. Peering hazily through sleepy eyes, he spots her, waiting for him to get up.

'Good morning, sleepy head.'

Isis looks at the time. 'It's 4 PM, Princess.'

'Doesn't matter. Come on, let's go.'

'Where are we going?'

'The snow.'

'Snow? Princess, we've been having blizzards and snowstorms and you'd like to, uhm, play in the snow? This is risky, Princess..' Isis runs a hand exasperatedly through his bangs.

'Your Highness, it's almost as though that's the whole point.'

An hour later and he's standing on top of an incredibly steep hill, the cold wind beating against his wrapped face. Her proposal is to throw snowballs at each other from the two hills, since Isis told her he'd physically drag her away from anything more risky than a snowball fight.

He can't see her very clearly because of the snowflakes and piercing wind all around them, but he knows she's on the ground, rolling a massive snowball, definitely bigger than ones he's seen, and launches it straight at him. It catches him in the stomach and he doubles him amidst her shouts of laughter.

He feels a grin crawling over his face and picks up a handful of snow and lobs it at her. It hits her in the face and she stops laughing. They make eye contact for a split minute before fiercely hurling snowballs at each other.

On their way back to the carriage, the coachman takes one look at them and shrieks, 'Your Highnesses! What-'

'Take us home, would you, Andrew, and spare the rubbish.' Isis exhaustedly pants, but he can't stop a breathless laugh from escaping. It's one of the most fun things he's ever done.

Those glorious 2 months of her stay were now over, and Isis was once again there to bid her farewell. She walks shakily to her carriage, but when she's passing Isis, she turns to him and her eyes are bloodshot and swollen. He's never seen her cry or show sadness (except her days and those mood swings) during the entire trip, and the sight makes him channel her for once. He draws her close to him, uncaring of who was watching, just like he had gripped her on the day they fell from the rooftop, and strokes her hair. She squeezes him just like she had too, and he can see her shoulders shaking.

'Will you miss me, Isis?' She quiries. And once again, like the day of her arrival, he takes her hand and presses a kiss to the back of her hand.

'Missing you will come in waves, Princess, and after you leave, I'll drown.'

i. this is late and i'm sorry, ive been busy and i worked on this rubbish for like 3 to 4 whole days

ii. the ending is so cringy and rushed, the entire fic is trash im sorry eksndbwks

iii. new fic, new theme

tags! : @meenasmagic, (hope you like it) @ninjagoidiot (your request! i really hope this was good)

#into the light once again #isis de elmir #isis de elmir x reader

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himeofthestarsworld · 1 year

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De Elmir Family

Thought we’d build a dynasty heaven couldn’t shake, Thought we’d build a dynasty forever couldn’t break up

#wmmap #wmmap fandom #into the light once again #once again into the light #wmmap jennette #jennette de alger obelia #jennette margarita #isisdeelmir #tyriondeelmir #isis de elmir #tyrion de elmir #historical manhwa #manhwa crossover #crossover family #aesthetic #moodboard

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fer12367890 · 2 years

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Isis de elmir x Reader

_ la familia imperial de elmir fue invitada a un baile que organiza un reinó vecino , el no estaba nervioso ya abia ido a otros eventos sociales pero lo que más le preocupaba eran las propuestas de matrimonio le estaban llegando demasiadas de todos lo reinos y ir aún baile dónde estarían otras familias reales que quieran casar a sus hijas no le agradaba tanto

_ pero ay estaba rodeado de personas no le molestaba la compañía de otras personas pero aveces era agobiante cuando " la princesa heredera de ( no se ) "

_ llego una mucho con cara sería con un hermoso vestido con un pelo negro largo y ojos rubí

_ el ya abia oído ablar de ella era una princesa conocida por ser una esperitista pero no una que así tratos con seres de Luz si no de la noche a parte de provenir de uno de los reinos más poderosos

_ cuando la vio no pudo dejar de mirarla era como si estuviera hechizado su corazón empezó a latir muy rápido y si cara se puso rojo cuando la princesa volteó su mirada por uno breves minutos

- estaba dispuesto a pedirle un baile pero cada ves que se acercaba se ponía muy nervioso y las palabras no le salían que Ari penso nunca se imagino enamorarse así de alguien que nunca le avía ablado , pero con esto confirmo que el amor a primera vista si existe

#isis de elmir #isis de elmir x reader

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phangneh · 24 days

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Voice in The Abyss

[CHAPTER Ⅰ]

✨Manhwa : Into The Light Once Again

✨Elmir royal family x Fem!Reader

✨Warning : princess!reader, lost memory, yandere elements (both platonic and romantic), protect, ... (will add more)

📌Note: this is just a fanfic, there are many details unrelated to the original story line. English is not my native language, if I make grammatical mistakes or use incorrect words, please forgive me.

🎭Summary : You have a voice that is said to change the world, when you sing, your sweet voice makes people happy and all things flourish. One day, your kingdom was destroyed, you had to live with the pain of losing your family and being severely mistreated. But it seems that you will die in misery, there will be people who will come and take you out of the abyss.

[ Introduce ]

[ Chapter 1 ]

Looks like there's a noise on the ground, you think. But you're not really sure, is it really noise? Or are your ears just imagining for themselves?

It's been a long time, even a little warmth of sunlight you haven't even seen, two years of being confined to a dark underground prison, all your senses and body have been worn out. Dark, cold, snake centipede insects you are also used to.

When will you be freed?

Why aren't you dead yet?

Eventually, you find yourself lying on the moldy, slurping ground. A finger can't move now, is God taking you?

The noise doesn't go away, but at this moment you don't care about it anymore. When you close your eyes, it feels like you're leaning on your mother's lap, and she sings you lullabies. There is the voice of your mother, of your father, of your brothers and sisters, it seems that you are with them.

And then you don't feel anything anymore.

...

You wake up, light creeping into the corner of your eye. Brilliant, and uncomfortable. But it's also warm and comfortable. Your head is blank, strangely enough, you don't have any memories in your head. You can't think of anything, you're so strange around, you wonder where this is, there's a lot of mixed emotions, anxiety, fear, restlessness in you,... Suddenly the door of the room opens, a woman enters and is alarmed to realize you have woken up, she is so shocked that she almost dropped the tray in her hand.

"She's awake!"

She speaks something you don't understand. You're vague, weak, but still aware enough that two people came in later, they both looked in a hurry, and seemed surprised to see you open your eyes. Who's that? Do you know them?

"Are you okay? How are you feeling?" A soft voice that you can hear, she speaks a language that you understand, you want to answer, but your throat is too weak to say something.

The owner of the voice was a woman with a gentle and beautiful face, her eyes were like beautiful purple jewels.

She looked very worried... Why?

"Hurry up and call the priest here!" Another voice, but that of the younger girl, they were the same, they both had cloud-white hair, but she had blue eyes... It was like that lake, clear and shining. She was as beautiful as an angel.

"It's going to be fine, you're safe."

You are confused, why are you here, who they are, why are you like this, so many questions in your mind.

What happened?

...

You gaze silently out the light-filled window, your aimless eyes gazing into the distance. It's been two days since you woke up, Empress Iris – that beautiful purple-eyed woman said that you have been in a coma for almost 1 month since they found you.

"(Y/n) (L/n)"

The name crosses your mind, people say it's your name. You don't remember anything, your dark eyes look down at your bandaged hands, not an inch of flesh is healed right now, everywhere is full of wounds, some have become infected, some have become scars.

You are now in the Elmir Empire, a beautiful and prosperous Empire. Somehow you have been taken care of directly by the royal palace, everyone here is kind to you, even if you do not understand their language, but it seems that their words mean good. The only people you can hear are Empress Iris and Princess Aisha, who are by your side for two days today.

"(Y/n)"

The gentle voice wakes you up from the train of thought, Princess Aisha, she is looking at you with worried eyes.

"How are you feeling? Does it hurt anywhere?"

You shake your head slightly, then your tired eyes can see how relieved she is to see you're okay. Anytime you see anxiety on people's faces, you realize that you are the cause of that anxiety.

"Tell me if you're uncomfortable, please! I'll handle everything." Aisha gave you a reassuring smile, hoping to get some reaction from you. For the past two days, the priests have taken turns treating you. Your condition has improved significantly, you can eat normally and move around more. Even so, you still look empty, like a lifeless doll. Aisha hopes that after you can walk, she will take you for a walk around the palace grounds. It will certainly be very quick, the divine power of the priests will help you recover quickly.

You really can't help but feel grateful for the care and concern of everyone in the Elmir royal family, from the Empress, Princess to the servants, they are truly good people. You were sure of it after only two days of interacting with them, there really was no one who could care for another person with such incredible enthusiasm.

However, for Aisha.

To this day, Aisha can't forget the moment you were taken back to the palace, you almost stopped breathing, disheveled... and couldn't have looked more horrible. They can't imagine what you've been through, your body is full of wounds big and small, sickness and skin diseases. Anyone who saw your condition was dumbfounded, there were no words that could describe you then. They wonder if the people who make you like this are still human.

So cruel.

So evil.

Why would they treat a human being like that?

Even if you don't know them, their hearts won't allow them to leave you alone. Luckily, they narrowly saved your life.

Aisha finishes her flashbacks, she looks up at you, seeing your eyes staring at her startles her.

"W-what's wrong?"

You look at her intently, after a while, you open your mouth slightly, but then you stop. You feel like you want to say something to her. But somehow, you want to say something. You become confused, struggling to find a way to express your thoughts.

"You want to say something?"

Seeing that she understood, you quickly nodded. Aisha thought, then quickly ran out of the room, you looked at her puzzledly, Aisha came back very quickly, in her hand were a few sheets of paper with a pen and ink.

"We can communicate this way, if you can't already speak" Princess Aisha certainly couldn't hide her joy knowing you wanted to talk, because probably from the moment you woke up, apart from nodding or shaking your head to express your best friend's thoughts, you didn't express anything that sounded like you wanted to talk. Aisha is really curious what you want to say to her.

When you pick up the paper and pen from Aisha, you pause for a moment, then start writing something. Your hands trembling, the black letters trembling on the paper, the Princess stares at you intently, waiting for what you are writing. After you stop, you slowly hold up the paper in front of her, Aisha narrows her eyes, trying to see your indistinct zigzag handwriting clearly.

"Thank you"

"For was... take care of you?" Aisha looked up at you, meeting your expectant gaze. When you nod, she knows she's read exactly what you want to say.

Before she could say anything more, Aisha saw you start writing on paper, looking urgent and hurried, as if you were afraid you'd miss the time to speak your mind.

"Once I'm well, I'll leave right away."

As she read those words, Aisha frowned slightly.

"Why? Where are you going?" She asks you, leaving you momentarily confused.

"Go Home"

Go home.

That's what you want, even if there is no memory of your so-called 'home' in your mind.

Aisha can't help but be surprised, because since you regained consciousness from that coma, no one has told you about your hometown, maybe 'home' is not something you would think about now. But now, you tell her you want to go home. How can Aisha tell you that your home is now a ruin?

"(Y/n), you can only stay in Elmir for now..."

When the Princess says that, you look confused, your eyes on her waiting for an explanation.

"Well... You see, your health is still unstable, right?"

"Staying in Elmir will give you time to recuperate, and I and everyone will take care of you."

So... For now, please rest assured to stay in Elmir, okay?

Continue to [ Chapter 2 ]

#manhwa x reader #isis de elmir x reader #into the light once again #isis de elmir #aisha de elmir #Iris de Elmir #Tyrion de Elmir #yandere platonic #yandere romantic #yandere platonic x reader #🔮phangneh #fanfic #isis x reader

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