Currently My Brain Is Full Of Domian X Fallen Angel Like Reader

happy birthday to this silly little guy :D

my brain can’t help but think of reader who purposely hides the fact that they are a triple liner x lévis who doesn’t know that reader is a triple liner

• You were born as a double liner naturally and you personally never really cared for magic or classes or nobility.

• Everything was fine when you were younger, you weren’t really expected to do all that much except sit still and look pretty.

• It was late at night when a assassin entered your home and tried to murder your family. somehow they went past the guards and entered your hime. Around this time you’ve been training your personal magic even though it’s something that didn’t interest you you may as well learn to control it as you knew it would be useful in the future.

• Well, let’s just say you killed them by accident. You didn’t mean to kill them it’s just the thought of your life being threatened awoken something in you. it awoken your third line.

• The problem is that you’re pretty young too probably around 10 something last time you remembered and you knew that this would be a problem that this would interrupt your peaceful carefree life

• So you hid your third line. One of the servants sadly witnessed the accident so you forced the servant to lie to your parents saying that one of the guards dealt with the intruders.

• Luckily, your parents believed the servant, and you were able to continue your carefree life

• They never did find the corpse’s of those supposed intruders, but who really care?

• Everything was fine until you had to go to walkis. The classes were already rigorous and you barely had time to enjoy the things that you used to do

• You also had a little to no friends since your family wasn’t in a high position of power. I mean yeah you were a part of a Noble family but your family didn’t have that much ties to the burden of magic.

• Other than you not having any friends in school, life was pretty boring but it’s better than getting in whatever sort of drama that goes on in walkis

• Eerything is going nice and smoothly until you fucked up by accident. you see you were peacefully getting your lunch and about to walk to your table until you accidentally bumped into a student. your lunch completely fell on the other students clothes and you tried apologizing until you looked up and realized its fucking lévis

• Now you had two options option one stand there and deal with whatever sort of reprimand he’s about to give you or option to run for the hills.

• You without hesitation pick the second option and start to running away like your life depended on it (because your life actually did depend on it). you could hear him screaming for you to get back and deal with the mess that you made but you didn’t like the idea of becoming a corpse at such a young age.

• After running what felt like hours (probably just 10 minutes) you made it back to your room slamming the door and hiding under your covers. After that you officially avoided the lunchroom as much as you can.

• After two weeks you hope that he forgot about the entire ordeal and you can go back to your non-stressful peaceful life. you were finally were able to go back to the cafeteria in peace. you sat at your usual table, trying to eat until you feel a not so friendly presence behind you.

• You slowly turned around thinking ‘it can’t be lévis right?’ you finally fully looked behind you and there was lévis…

• He told you one simple sentence “Today at 6:30 meet me at the dueling grounds”. then he left to go back and sit with his group.

• You were trying to wrap your brain to think of ideas on how to get out of this situation but you realized that the most easiest solution was to just go ahead and deal with this fight

• oh well it looks like you’re peaceful life just jumped out a 10 story window.

(if I ever do make a part 2 it would be most likely after the fight because I cannot write fight scenes)

I FINALLY CAME UP WITH DESIGNS FOR THE FIRST AND SECOND OLDEST

(also I don’t think I’ll be writing any fanfic for this week and maybe next week because ela testing is making me burn out for reading and writing srry yall :c)

first oldest (chibi version)

Second oldest (chibi version and her in her aerial outfit)

names will come very soon eventually…..

THEY’RE SO CUTE OH MY GOD LOOK AT THEM

I have a love-hate relationship with this man because on one hand he murdered my beautiful wife Sophina but on the other hand he’s just a silly little guy

another little sketch of my oc who finally has a name

Meet my lovely mashle OC Suki yoshioka!!!

A post information about her probably tomorrow :b

(her mark is a little bit messed up but that’s ok…)

ok you guys hear me out on famin x hybrid cat reader 🙏 (you can take these as romantic or platonic)

• 100% you two met each other because you were both trying to steal the same thing at the same time

• A you was able to get to the object first which was a shiny bracelet that belong to some important noble

• famin saw this and tried to take it from you but you were able to get away in time

• famin would probably be a little bit pissy about having somebody steal an item that he wanted but he would eventually get over it

• But the problem is that both of you guys keep on trying to steal the same thing at the same time

• Depending on the day sometimes famin is successful in stealing the item and other days your the successful one

• So basically, this kind of start starts a little childish rivalry on who can steal the item the fastest

• you 100% uses your cat tail to your advantage by taking the item quicker because of the fact that your tail gives her a longer rage

• tbh famin multiple times has threaten to cut off your tail and every single time you grabs it like it’s your last life line and starts hissing at him

• you also have the ability to turn into a cat and you do it mostly during the day

• has probably a thrown a bucket of water at you just to make you pissed

• after that, you got really pissed him so what better way to get revenge then to go inside innocent zeros castle and steal something of his?

• you almost got caught by famin but you were able to escape in time with a new shiny golden pair of earrings

in conclusion both of you would be very silly together

I vote that your writing continues to be:

self indulgent

cringe

weird

bizarre

long

short

sappy

only for your eyes

obnoxious

You're allowed to have your own voice. You're allowed to write something only you want to read. Seize the freedom you were never given in your 8th grade English class!

Orter Madl X Reader - My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toy.

Sypnosis: Tied to Orter Madl by an arranged engagement, you fight for a love he won't give. As he prioritizes duty over affection, you slowly break beneath the weight of silence—after all, you are the Queen of Sand Castles he destroys.

Fic Count: 0.7K

Warnings: Angst - No comfort.

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They say love is sacrifice.

But no one told you sacrifice would mean vanishing slowly, piece by piece, in someone else's shadow.

You were fifteen when you first met Orter Madl. He was cold even then - brilliant, composed, already more soldier than boy. But you, bright-eyed and soft-hearted, thought maybe you could reach him. Maybe, if you were good enough, quiet enough, strong enough, he'd open the gates and let you in.

You were wrong.

You're still trying to be enough. Still falling short.

He's your fiancé now. Not by choice, not really. Your family smiled across a mahogany table while shaking hands with his. The engagement was inked in political ink and sealed with centuries of tradition. You were told it was a blessing.

But blessings don't bleed like this.

You make him tea when his hands shake from overusing his magic. He thanks you, but doesn't look up. You sit beside him on the couch, but he leans forward, elbows on knees, always thinking of somewhere else.

You learn to live in the quiet spaces between his ambitions. He isn't cruel. He's just distant... And somehow, that's worse.

You wonder if it would hurt less if he hated you - at least then you'd be something. But instead, you are nothing in his everything. A ring on his finger, a name in his mouth when it's required. A ghost with a heartbeat

Tonight, you stand at the window, watching the moon light the empty garden he never walks with you through. The tea in your hands has gone cold. You think of how hard you've tried. How many times you smiled through silence. How often you cried where he wouldn't see.

You think, 'Once I fix me, he's gonna miss me.’

You whisper it like a promise to yourself, 'Just say when I play again.' But the game has long since ended.

And all you're left with is the memory of a dream you swore was real.

He was my best friend

At least, in your head he was. In all the quiet fantasies you built when he stood close enough to imagine warmth. You think of that one rare day in the sandlot of the estate gardens-before duty choked out his boyhood. He smiled then, maybe. Or maybe your memory rewrote it to keep you alive.

Down in the sandlot, you laughed. You called his name and he turned like it meant something. He didn't smile, but he stayed. And you clung to that.

You close your eyes.

You are tired of loving someone who only reaches for you when the world is crumbling-who only breaks the things he secretly loves, because control is safer than connection.

You are tired of being a favorite toy.

Used and precious in theory.

And maybe, one day, when you're gone, when you're whole again, he'll remember the person who tried.

Maybe then, he'll miss you.

But by then, you'll be dust on the wind.

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Author's note:

Hi there! This is my first fic on this blog. I notice the lack of fics there are for Orter so I might make more since I have a few ideas saved in my drafts. Normally my fics are inspired by songs cause I tend to have writer blocks in case you notice a pattern with them. I am also thinking about making an extended version, but feel free to let me know if anyone is interested.

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