JEWEL OF OBELIA | Wmmap

JEWEL OF OBELIA | wmmap

SYN ,, to them you were a jewel, precious and highly valuable. they, in turn, will express their strong emotions toward you, even if it means resorting to... more hostile methods.

FT ,, Athanasia De Alger Obelia / Claude De Alger Obelia

CW ,, yandere / female reader / platonic / ooc / violence / death / suicide / unhealthy relationships. . . (if i missed any, kindly alert me)

WC ,, 1.7k+ / mlist.

NOTE ,, why has all the readers in my manhwa fics originally died so far... anyway, can you tell where i started losing motivation?

IN THE novel, Lovely Princess, the story went like this. True to its title, the book contained Lovely Princesses. There was The First Princess, akin to the moon, who held a gloomy and foggy disposition. Then came The Second Princess, resembling the sun, bright and cheery. And finally, The Third Princess, similar to the stars, was reserved but gentle and a source of comfort.

You were… The First Princess’s younger half-sister. Although your mother was unknown (you were found inside a basket in the gardens crying) those jeweled eyes and your uncanny appearance close to The Emperor were solid proof that you were in fact of royal blood. It was… certainly strange to learn that the book entailed you as an 'unimportant' character. While The Second Princess was adored by the whole continent, the love the people harbored for you, The Third Princess, could put The Second Princess to shame. They treated you as though you were some supreme gift bestowed from the heavens, to be treasured and pampered. And among those who glorified you… was your father, The Cold-Hearted Emperor. You were like The Protagonist more than The Second Princess could ever be.

You were also… the best sister anyone could ask for to The First Princess. Because The First Princess was deprived of affection in her life, she mostly relied on you to fill the gaps in her heart. And you endearingly did so, trying your best to shine a light inside her darkness. It soon became that you both were inseparable, attached by the hip.

…So, obviously, you will spiral down into despair over The First Princess's death. You knew The First Princess was innocent of The Second Princess's poisoning. She was simply too sweet to commit a vile act, especially when she too took a liking to The Second Princess. But, alas, your reasoning went through one ear and out the other, and without proper evidence, your father executed The First Princess.

However, just as The Emperor's wrath was not to be underestimated, so was the extent of your grief as you promptly took away your life hours after The First Princess's execution. And that was the sad ending of your story, The Third Princess.

HOW WAS THAT ANY FAIR??? The confusion of the roles and the cheesy plotline were already bad enough on their own, but your unnecessary death pretty much destroyed the chances of her leaving a positive review. Was it done to reestablish the fact you were an unimportant character, or to remind everyone that The Second Princess is the original best girl in the story…? No amount of copious explanations can ever make ATHANASIA understand the validation for your death.

What she can come to understand however is that you, out of all people, did NOT deserve to die. You had all the rights to receive a happy ending just like The Second Princess… and that is what she aspired to make a reality as she was tossed into the fantasy world of the novel. It was obvious that it all went to hell when The First Princess was executed at the hands of The Emperor. So, in order to avoid your death, she will have to avoid hers first.

A genius plan, she dubbed it, stealing various riches from the Ruby Palace to live the rest of her life on as she escapes. She also thought of the brilliant idea of taking you along with her, after all, being inside the palace is kind of… the reason for your death, was it not!? Why not avoid the source altogether!? Or… that is what was supposed to happen before she accidentally stumbled across The Emperor four years early. Now, she will have to scrap that genius plan. Damn…

On a bright note, as time passed, using an alternative plan, Athanasia eventually evaded all chances of earning death at the hands of her father. This means that you too won’t have a pitiful ending as you originally did! Yay!

You truly didn’t deserve to die, and Athanasia will keep on saying it as much as needed. The years she spent beside you as your sister, further strengthened her motivation to keep you alive. She also understood why The First Princess had a strong attachment toward you. Innocent, Pure, Patient, Merciful, and Kind… who wouldn’t swoon over a person with such admirable traits? What struck her heart the way it did, was your affection. In her previous life, Athanasia… didn’t have people around her to provide her with love.

So, it surprised her a lot when it happened. Sure, she had love from her Nanny and the rest of the maids, but yours had her heart pumping, energy rushing through her veins. It was warm… a feeling she wanted to cling to for an eternity. Was it silly that she felt envious of a fictional character? To think that The First Princess was subjected to this kind of treatment from you… How did it feel to live her dream? Not that it matters anymore. Now, she can have you to all herself! You wouldn’t mind if she got a little… greedy, right? Of course, you won’t! After all, if you learned of her tremendous effort to keep you safe, why wouldn’t you reward her with more of your presence? What she does is in your favor. So, don’t get too upset if what she does seems a bit extreme, alright? It’s all for your benefit.

Betrayal can hurt. But, betrayal stings when it comes from the person you trusted and loved the most. You didn’t understand why it had upset her more than it upsetted you. More so, if she was so against the idea, why hadn’t she said so first? She was supportive about it too, choosing to help pick out a perfect disguise for your outing in the town. So why was it that on the day you were about to leave, lo and behold, there was your father by your doorway, inclusive of his knight… and your sister beside him, smiling triumphantly? Maybe if you had paid attention to how the shine left your sister’s eyes as you told her of your plan, you could have avoided such a dreadful punishment.

What bugged you the most was how Athanasia carried out her day normally, and acted sweetly to you, as if she didn’t partially contribute to the punishment of breaking your legs. Today was no different, as she sat on the chair beside your bed rambling on about her day. “You know, that’s the most I’ve seen Daddy upset.” She laughed, tracing her finger down your legs. “Usually, he would never dream of even hurting a strand of your hair. What you’ve done was really bad…”

She smiled at you, her jeweled eyes looking all the more terrifying under the dark lighting in your room. “I don’t understand. I should feel despaired seeing my sister in so much pain. Why does it bring me so much relief?” She sighed, holding one of your hands in hers. “...You scared me terribly with what you told me earlier. My mind couldn’t stop focusing on the many possibilities that would arise with you out there. Even worse, what if they learned of your true identity, and an enemy nearby attacks you?”

“I agreed with your plan, solely to avoid trouble. If I said no, you would have avoided me, right? I… don’t ever want to see you in danger, or place you in it, knowing I could have done something to prevent it. Not like anything like that will happen anytime soon!” She gently poked your injured legs. “I will help ensure that too.” You didn’t realize that the tears building in your eyes began to fall, your sister’s fingers quickly working to wipe them away.

In the novel, CLAUDE naturally favored you more than The First Princess. Upon your first encounter during the festival on The First Princess’s ninth birthday, with an outstretched hand, he escorted you back to the party, leaving your older sister in the dust. You lived a rather lavish life after that, him spoiling you with exquisite goods. So, it’s not like you had to form some extreme plan like Athanasia to protect yourself from the dangers that lurked inside the palace. Everyone here adored you…

Yet, not only did Athanasia’s interference with the plotline create many changes for her, but it also resulted in triggering unsettling events for you. Now that The Cold-Hearted Emperor has learned to display affection for the firstborn he originally detested, where would that place you, the daughter he always loved?

…His methods were very much frightening, even traumatizing, you may add. The numerous times you witnessed something gruesome to the eye, for the littlest offenses toward you. He would imprison, he would murder, he would execute, all in your name. His presence too, was very much suffocating, more than Athanasia, and that spoke volumes.

You hated how they both attached themselves to you, but, if you had to choose, you would pick Athanasia in a heartbeat. For the cold jeweled eyes that scrutinized every movement you made were too much for your poor heart to endure. It was as though he was waiting, waiting for your slip-up, to gain a perfect reason to permanently confine you behind the walls of your bedroom. And you fear… that the day you kissed your freedom goodbye was approaching quicker than you initially anticipated.

“What will it take for you to treat me as normally as the rest?” the (h.c) haired girl wept, clutching on tightly her father’s robes. “Shall I become like my sister, Athanasia? If I do… will I become like a free bird, and be granted more privileges?” grief-stricken jeweled eyes peered up at her father. “Will you finally release me from the shackles you trapped me in?”

“Do what you want,” her father smirked. but, as quickly as her hope came so was it shattered. the piercing concept. his voice in her ears was the cruelest of them all. “Such a thing won’t happen till the day I perish.” what a terrible vow. she knew he would do anything in his power to maintain his promise. and so, the deepest of despair like never before flooded her eyes. what have you done to receive this…?

you were very precious. nothing, not even the rarest pieces in the world could be compared to you; you were the highest value among them all. for all, it was a high requirement to treat you with the utmost importance and respect. yes, to them, to everyone, you were, the jewel of obelia.

©chaedomi. please do not modify, edit, copy or reproduce any of the works published.

LITTLE MERMAID

SUMMARY . unable to witness your death a second time, your sister desperately strives to change your fate, even if it meant ridding of others to prevent it.

CHARACTERS . ARIADNE VALENTINE

WARNINGS . YANDERE, female child reader, platonic, ooc, violence, abuse, death, unhealthy relationships (if i missed any, kindly alert me)

WORDCOUNT . 1.8k+ / MASTERLIST.

LETTERS . i have only read up to chapter 17 in Becoming The Villain's Family when this idea just spawned. so, the timeline in which i wrote this fic will focus more so on the scenes in the beginning.

HERE’S A fun fact. Did you know that if you were to encounter a Mermaid, the higher the chances are of encountering a Siren as well? In addition to the creatures viewing each other as family, because of a mermaid’s delicate nature, sirens are naturally possessive of them. They become drunk and hypnotized by a mermaid’s affection, and thus, diligently fulfill a mermaid’s desires to preserve the shine they thrive off of. It’s an interesting tale, to learn the charmers become the charmed. However… if The Mermaid were to ever fall, so will The Siren as their main source of warmth has died. They will descend into madness and become the hostile nature they are known for or even worse, willingly succumb to the hands of death.

In the past, both you and your half-sister, ARIA, led a pitiful life. Throughout your years, your stepmother would force your sister to consume a potion, rendering her speechless, whereas yours will gently hug you, encouraging you to always remain neutral. It was confusing and painful, as it seemed those were the only moments your mothers cared about you both. Your stepmother, quiet as a mouse, and your mother, apathetic as a heart of stone.

During those times, you and Aria were grateful for each other, more so Aria, as she would cling to your tiny body crying and trembling while you tenderly kissed her cheeks and wiped away her tears.

Eventually, the truth came to light when you were the age of five, and your sister, ten. Through the season of spring, your mother passed, inclusive of your stepmother, who apparently went mad and took her own life after hearing of your mother’s death. By eavesdropping on the maids, it was then you both learned of each other’s identities, Aria, a Siren, and you, a Mermaid.

Sirens, gaining the name of the ancient monster, that flowed through your stepmother’s blood, through their songs, they possessed people, treated them, controlled them, and shook their emotions. Mermaids, gaining the name of the mythical creature, that flowed through your mother’s blood, through their tears, they shed milky crystals that held the power to repel a siren’s song. With those tears too, they were capable of granting grand wishes whether great or small, destructive or creative. Despite how dangerous their power was, they were harmless and good-natured.

Twelve years ago, your father had kidnapped a Mermaid and a Siren, presenting them to the world as they were originally known as myth. That Mermaid was your mother, and The Siren, your stepmother.

Your mind was too young to understand the information told and realize how dire the situation was. So, it worried you to see your sister in a constant state of panic and tears every now and then. You had asked her several times for the reason for her grief, but she brushed your concerns off each time, snuggling closer to you. And your worries slowly diminished as well as you returned the hug. Till… it happened one night when your father was unbelievably drunk out of his mind.

It was sudden, you were telling a story to your sister while she clung to you before your father barged inside the room, a wave of hatred visible in his eyes. One thing led to another and your sister was dragged outside the room by the hair. Even though you couldn’t make sense of what was happening, the sword that was tightly grasped in his hand as he took your sister away, was enough for you to spring into action. A silly game of tug-of-war it was, you, screaming your lungs out while you pulled at the hem of your sister’s nightgown, and your father, effortlessly dragging you both, to where he pleased. What it took to stop him, was the perfectly sweet voice of your sister, and the solid gems that fell from your eyes as you wept. He resembled a total madman, reaching toward you both as he cackled about the materials he could possess. You could only cry harder as your sister hugged you, burying your head against her chest.

Your lives were horrific beyond that point. Living the lives of a Mermaid and a Siren, you both were forced to mature quickly, learning and hearing unspeakable things. Becoming caged animals, you were pressured to fulfill the greed of scum. And despite all the abuse you suffered, you continued to push smiling, even when the exhaustion taking a toll on your body became more visible with each passing day.

Such a selfless soul you were too, quick to jump to others' needs instead of yours. Whenever your sister silently wept after a song, you would rub her head in comfort, sweetly hushing her as she lay in your lap. Whenever she was angry, you would squeeze her hands, attempting to calm the brewing storm in her heart. Whenever she felt as though she couldn’t make it, you would kiss her cheek, saying that she has done so well.

She, of course, soaked up every affection you provided. Too occupied wallowing in her sorrows and the comfort she will receive afterward from you, she forgot that you were also affected, dealt with the same ill-treatment, as well as that you had your limitations. So when the day arrived when you had no tears left to cry, her heart shattered.

It was a pitiful sight to witness, your sister in a mess as she cried desperately to you, begging for you to stay. You wished that you could, but the longer your head rested on her lap, and her cold hands held your cheeks, you felt more of your life fade away. So you forced yourself to cry, to shed one more tear, and it fell.

With that tear, you wished, that perhaps in another lifetime, both you and your sister could enjoy your days in endless glee, like free birds soaring in the sky.

As you drew your last breath, your sister too accepted her death, willing to perish alongside you. You were her joy, her motive to continue her days. But, when you left, so did those things. And she sang her last song, calling to whoever could come and console her weeping soul. Even when her savior came and held her in his arms, your sister’s eyes never left your corpse as she continued to sing. Maybe, if she died, she’ll be reunited with you in the depths of hell, unknowing of the white glow that shone by your corpse as she closed her eyes…

…So it came as a great surprise when she reopened her eyes not to hell, but to a lovely floral scent wafting in the air… As it dawned on her that she reverted to her ten-year-old self her head immediately snapped to the spot beside her on the bed, a lump visible under the duvets. With a shaky hand, she slightly tugged it downward… revealing your adorable face.

She almost cried there on the spot, leaning forward to press a kiss against your temple. She remembered that wish you made on your deathbed… could this outcome be a result of your wish being granted? If so, she will not take it for granted. Your father… who ruined both of your lives, she will inflict vengeance on him. She will save you from your fate no matter what it takes.

“MY YOUNG Lady, you seem upset. Is everything alright?” Dana asked, chuckling lightly. Damn right, she’s upset. And no, she’s not alright. Can’t she tell? She was considered to be weak physically, but, god, the sight in front of her filled her with so much rage that she was capable of snapping the spoon in her hand in half.

The maid assigned to you was just doing what she ought to do, heeding your commands. If you tell her to bark like a loyal dog, she will do just that and obey your orders. So, naturally, if you had instructed her to spoon-feed you the food brought to the table, the maid would oblige.

Aria's teeth sunk further into her bottom lip, listening to how you squealed and laughed in glee when the maid gently wiped the crumbs off your face, chuckling along with you. Why were you acting so sweet and loving to someone you just met? She was there longer than that maid ever was, no? She was the only one there for you when you suffered, so rightfully, whatever abnormality or emotion you may feel, she is the only one allowed to witness it.

"What is it you don't like, My Young Lady?" Tearing her eyes off the sight that sickened her greatly, she stared blankly at her caretaker, who contrasted her expression with a beaming smile. She was so focused on the scene that she hadn't realized her body moved on its own, scribbling messily on the piece of paper she used to communicate.

She slowly wrote again. “You don’t like the maid, My Young Lady?” Dana tried to hide her amusement over the situation, albeit terribly, I may add, the fingers pressed against her quivering lips a dead giveaway. “So, that’s why you have that frown… Young Lady, are you perhaps jealous?”

Jealous? The feeling inside her body burns too hot for it to be deciphered as jealousy. What she felt was a pure unspoken rage that could tip over at any given moment. Such anger she felt… was similar to the night she confronted her drunken father after she awoke as a child. In short, she didn’t want this maid to just leave. She wanted her gone. Entirely.

“Hmmm…” Dana frowned at Aria’s discontent. Pinching her chin in thought, she glanced in your direction. “The Other Young Lady does not know how to use cutlery correctly, hence why she always seeks assistance. However… Ah!” Dana snapped her fingers as a thought popped up. “Why don’t you feed The Other Young Lady instead?”

The rate at which Aria immediately perked up was comical. Eyes sparkling like fine jewels, she was practically buzzing in her seat! Satisfied that she made her Young Lady smile, Dana quickly moved to update your maid on the change of plans.

You were very confused when your maid abruptly stood from her chair, big-doe eyes staring when she stood near the doorway with a large smile plastered on her lips. But when your sister approached you, taking the spot the maid sat on to feed you, all questions vanished. You were already glad to see your sister just… there, so, think of the wave of happiness that rushed over you when she wrote she wanted to feed you!

The food served became tastier now that your sister was the one feeding you. And with a full mouth of food and eyes that glimmered in admiration of your sister, you huffed out an ‘I love you’ as best as you could. It was a bit gross to see some bits of food fly out of your mouth, but the warmth that clenched her heart from your genuineness overpowered her disgust. Smiling fondly, she wiped your messy mouth before leaning over to press a loving kiss on your forehead.

Your happiness truly is the source of her own happiness. Keep smiling for her, she will do anything to preserve it and anything for you, her little mermaid.

©chaedomi. please do not modify, edit, copy or reproduce any of the works published.

The Royal Way 《Pt.2》

(Leclerc!reader x Prince of Monaco!oc)

After his older sister marries into the Monaco Royal family, Charles knew he would be treated differently, to his surprise (and his sister's disappointment) his F1 team, ferarri, treated him the same way.... and that did not sit well with the new princess of Monaco

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in which YN Leclerc uses her new familial connections to fuck up ferarri just like how they fucked up her baby brother's hopes and dreams.

N.B: so, this was supposed to be longer and the last part, but it's currently 3 AM and I have classes at 8 AM thus me splitting this little fic into a trilogy. Hopefully, I will have time tomorrow to post the third and final part! Thank you for reading and let me know what you think!! WARNINGS: NOT REALISTIC AT ALL!! if you are looking for a realistic revenge sort of plot, it is not here, I tried as best as I can to search up what the whole electronic system does and it's relation to the DRS, BUT I AM BY NO MEANS AN EXPERT NOR HAVE ENOUGH KNOWLEDGE, SO EXCUSE THE POOR RESEARCH. The car designs are from Pinterest... Some swear words (fuck, bitch, etc...) Let me know if I missed anything else please!

Faceclaims:

yn leclerc --> anya taylor joy

Prince Thierry --> louis partridge

Masterlist // part 1

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F1_updates_live: Prince Thierry and Princess YN Leclerc heading into the Ferrari motor home in LA. Neither of the Royals look ecstatic to be in this position and it's no doubt to do with the statement released by Ferrari's Formula one media team, where they had essentially blamed the newly wedded Princess, YN Leclerc and their own driver, Charles Leclerc, for his DNF in the previous GP.

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LEAKED AUDIO FROM LAS VEGAS GP, FERRARI'S MOTORHOME: tensions rise in the Ferrari garage as the young royals of Monaco, Prince Thierry and Princess YN Leclerc, threaten Fred Vasseur of taking him to court after buying out the rest of Charles' contract with Ferrari.

(Princess YN Leclerc,Prince Thierry, Fred Vasseur)

"It has been proven time and time again that the team is so incompetent! Why won't you do any changes?"

"Do you think that it's easy? These are people's livelihoods we are talking about"

"You do realise you are talking to a princess, right? She is well aware of how to run a business and a team, unlike you."

"I am just saying that I can't just fire people because Charles can't manage the car!"

"CAN'T MANAGE THE CAR? Are you out of your fucking mind mr. Vasseur? There is evidence, very strong evidence for your information, that the problem was from the electronic system. Do you have any idea how fucked up your engineers and strategists have to be to send out a car with failed electronic system?"

"Correct me if I am wrong my darling, but don't the electronic system control the DRS?"

"Mmhhmmm"

"And if the DRS opens in a corner it might result in a crash, am I correct mr. Vasseur?"

"The DRS was fine, there was-"

"My husband is asking a yes or no question Fred."

"Yes."

"So basically, Ferrari's Formula one team had, intentionally and with their knowledge, put a member of the monegasque royal family in direct danger."

"But Charles isn't a member of the royal family! He is only YN's half brother!"

"PRINCESS YN MR VASSEUR! YOU WILL DO WELL TO REMEMBER THAT!"

"Charles is my brother, and you dare put him in harm's way. I am princess YN Leclerc of Monaco, I can and I will hold you accountable as the principal of this team."

"You can't do anything! Carlos had the same car-"

"Carlos did not have the same car and you know it!"

"We already know Fred, we have had professional inspections done on both cars, it's quite deceiving really, telling a driver that he's the priority and still disappointing him every single time."

🔊 a thud is heard 🔊

"This is the amount of money to buy Charles out of Ferrari, but don't spend it Fred, we will be getting it back in court."

"YN WHAT WE-"

"PRINCESS YN FRED! *sigh* it seems like no matter what you are still convinced that you and your workers did no wrong, we will see about that."

"There is only one race left, there will be no team to take in Charles now!"

"Oh, we are not looking for a team to take him in, we made a team for him."

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꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴carlos sainz jr x y/n y/l/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔carlos is down bad for his girlfriend and he won’t stop showing it.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔dina denoire

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕none, fluff

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Trophy Girl

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: two tales of a trophy girl

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･cw: none. domestic fluff

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･final notes: im a football babe, fulfilling my dreams of being a footballer’s gf

Mon Dieu, elle est tellement belle. (My God, she is so beautiful.)

From the foot of his king-sized bed, where Kylian lay, stood (name). Her silhouette, almost god-like, stood meters from the large mirror pressed against his bedroom wall, a brush in her hand. Its pink bristles scored through her locks, plucking its full curls whilst she watched it bounce back into place.

Flooded with yearning, Kylian shuffled above his sheets, his phone tumbling from his chest. He scooted towards the edge of the bed till his feet were planted on the floor, his hurried ruckus failing to catch the attention of (name).

He extended his arms and tucked himself behind (name), pulling her lower half into him. He curled his arm around her hips and pressed the palm of his hands against her stomach, his cheek pushed against her back.

Through the reflection of his bedroom mirror, (name) froze. Her gaze shifted from her hair to her boyfriend curled by her hip. She smiled softly, dropping her hand from her hair to the back of his head.

She cupped the base of his head, her acrylic nails soothing through his fade.

Kylian glanced up at (name) with a gaze that twinkled with love, his nose nuzzled into her hip as inhaled her delectable scent, bergamot and praline.

Under the roar of Paris, Kylian strode with pride and relief through the pitch. Sweat beaded across his forehead, soiling his football shirt as he blew out a heavy breath, his hands on his hips.

Stood amongst the rows and rows of fans, (name) beamed. She bounced on the heels of her shoes and gripped her phone tightly. Her eyes scored across the pitch, squinting, in search of Kylian.

Kylian clapped to the crowds above, a tired smile hooked to his face as he paced by his teammates, sharing congratulatory hugs and handshakes. The tremor of his heart still resounded through his head.

“Kylian!”

Turning sharply, Kylian caught a glimpse of (name). She hunched over the barriers, alongside security, waving gleefully. She bounced on her feet, the glimmer in her gentle eyes called him.

She raised her arms, her free hand wiggling anxiously as he jogged towards her.

Cupping his cheeks between the palm of her hands, (name) grinned widely. “Tu as gagné!” (You won!)

Kylian chuffed, playfully rolling his eyes. “Bien sûr.” (Of course.)

He wrapped his arms around (name) and lifted her from behind the barriers. Tucking her legs, (name) stilled as Kylian heaved her over the barrier and gently planted her onto the pitch.

(name) cackled maniacally, squirming from the spot where she stood, and swarmed her arms around Kylian’s shoulders, her fingers tenderly caressing the back of his neck.

Kylian beamed affectionately at his girlfriend, watching closely as her body exploded with jubilation. She hopped avidly, her tender bounces hoisting her above Kylian’s head and landing her safely back onto the ground.

Kylian’s triumph, hidden amidst his distant yet relieved gaze, was perfectly painted by the content in (name’s) eyes and the elation that coated her obnoxious laugh and her ascent to the midnight ceiling.

princess orders. ୭‌⋆*｡

pairings : soft yandere!eddie munson x hyperfeminine!female reader.

summary : eddie doesn't follow orders but when he is with you, well, he changes his own rules on obeying.

includes : dark themes, kinda angsty, mainly fluff tho.

author's note : i thought of this while listening to my mom's record of madonna and i just loved the idea so much i had to write something about eddie listening to her. this is my first (kind of a) long fic so feedback will be appreciated! hope u girlies enjoy it<3

for Eddie, school is not something important.

to be a guitarist in a band, he doesn't need maths, psychics, chemistry or one of those boring sub themes of math.

he sometimes would skip classes and go to the school's parking lot to smoke, paint people's cars or to sell weed.

“munson!” the harsh scream of his name shut his spaced out self. “Paying attention?” Mrs. Wells annoyingly asked, her glasses in the top of her head.

“Of course, why would I miss knowing about... ” His eyes went small as he tried to read what was on the board. “ World War II. ” His monotone voice made some students laugh, other roll his eyes while his teacher only sighed.

“Just, pay attention. ” He nodded, sinking in his chair while glancing at the classroom clock. Five more minutes until he sees you.

the reason he started showing up to these boring classes, doing his homework, showing up in time to school rehearsals or those stupid championships it's because of you.

you, beautiful you.

a lovesick smile showed in his face while his thoughts drifted to your existence.

you're probably in class listening to your teacher explaining some weird science thing, your legs intertwined with each other, biting your pencil trying to figure out what the hell are you learning.

oh, what he would give to be with you right now.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣

a heavy sigh left your lips as you left the classroom along some other students, walking to your closer, wishing to go home and sink in bed; or to go to your boyfriend's van and listen to him playing guitar while you draw in your notebook literal hearts, stars, flowers...

your thoughts were interrupted to the heavy sound of your locker being hit by some jock.

“ so, y/n. ” you smiled, nodding your head as you hugged the chemistry books to your chest.

“ that's me! ” you enthusiastically said, a giggle coming out as your turned to open your locker; the jock moving himself to stand next to you.

“ well, i was wondering, some of us are going to go to this party. ” you nodded again, not really paying attention to him as you left all your books in the small pinkish inside of your locker. “ wanna go with me? ”

before you could even process what he asked, you felt another hand grabbing your waist.

“ move, ken doll. ” the voice of your boyfriend made you smile, turning to him as you closed your locker, squealing as you hugged him.

“ eddie! i missed you so much! ” he smiled triumphantly, wrapping his arms in your waist, trying to cover your pink lace panties that your skirt failed to hide.

“ i missed you more, sweetheart. ” he said back, ignoring the jock scoff before leaving with some friends of his.

“ nope, i missed you much more. ” you brought your hands to his denim jacket, closing the distance between the both of you with a kiss, a hard passionate kiss.

you'd think that by the way the both of you made out in school hallways you didn't see each other for a long time and not just for thirty minutes but well, for eddie and for you that's a lifetime.

a hard thud was heard as your back hit the locker, his hands gripping your short pink skirt, both of your bodies almost molding into one before the bell rang making you break the kiss and opening your eyes comically wide.

“ practice! eds, i gotta go. ” he almost whined, making his lips a thin line as he moved to the side so you could move. “ remember i end in twenty minutes— oh, could you get my pink lemonade from that place we went? ” at the end of your sentence you pouted as you always did when asking him to do something for you (which was almost every moment of the day), your pink glossy lips looked so beautiful eddie had to steady himself.

“ of course, baby. wan' me to get you a cake too? ” he asked with that crazy love showing in his eyes as he watched you open your locker again just to fix your makeup, closing it again with a dramatic gasp.

“ yeah! ” you pouted again almost smiling this time. “ you, eddie munson, are the best boyfriend a girl can have. ” you came closer just to kiss his right cheek, 'booping' his nose and giggling as you went to your cheerleading practice after saying a quick and soft “ g'bye. ”

eddie could die happy in that moment.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣

“ 'cause we're living in a material world, and i am a material girl! ” you hummed the rest of the song, now focused on finishing your nails as you painted them with the new nail polish eddie bought, a cute pink you didn't had before, this one had glitter on it!

your voice was something that always made eddie smile, doesn't matter if you're teasing him, explaining some movie you watched with your family, telling him about the new clothes you got, he will always pay attention just as long as he can hear your voice so, in this ocassion he had to endured the loud music of madonna you have being listening for the past hour.

seeing eddie in your room could be comical, a dark spot laying between your plushies, in a soft pink sheet with dark pink pillows; surrounded with a pink room, filled with posters of elvis presley, michael j. fox, river phoenix and paul mccartney, a big closet filled with different tones of pink, few white clothes too (those were ones nancy gifted you, smiling as she saw how excited you were of the soft material) and your iconic shoes with small heels.

there's a lot of difference between you and eddie as a couple, you are a big splash of pink with glitter while eddie is the black edgy spot you sometimes see. when you both began dating, some people in school made fun of it, thinking it was some mean prank you were pulling on eddie, everyone waiting for the punchline.

it wasn't until the whole school saw the both of you making out in the school's cafeteria that they confirmed it, in a gross way for them anyway.

you jumped out of bed when you finished painting your nails, giving eddie a kiss on his cheek as you walked to your closet, choosing your fluffy pajamas you liked to wear in this type of cold nights.

“ will you stay? ” you asked as you turned to look at him, taking your shorts and blouse off, an innocent look in your face.

if eddie was a beginner in your relationship, he would've mistaken what you were doing as a simple accident but he is better at figuring you out. the glimpse of mischief in your eyes always gave you away.

“ my, my, does my spoiled princess wishes me to stay? ” at the nickname you giggled, nodding as you put the pajamas on. he sighed, faking a (dramatic) thinking face as you whined, making your way to the bed with a pout. “ hm, i don't know if i should... have you been a good girl for me? ” he asked with a soft teasing tone in his voice, watching you crawl next to him in the bed.

“ i'm always a good girl for you! ” you whined again, looking up at him with those pretty bambi eyes and as you cuddled to him feeling the warmth of his body, you saw how a smile appear on his face.

“ well then, i will obey my little girl's orders. ” you laughed, that soft laugh you keep just for him to hear, he always knew the real you.

“ goodnight. ” after a small yawn you left your hands in his chest, resting your cheek in his shoulders while he turned the cute night lamp you had next to his side of the bed, kissing your head as he mumbled a goodnight as well.

eddie stayed there, staring at the ceiling and smiling a little for a few minutes before closing his eyes. he can take your mother screaming at him for sleeping in your room tomorrow — for now he just wants to enjoy the feeling of your body against his, the feeling of you and just you.