😼 FEELING A LITTLE MISCHIEVOUS

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and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you

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MY MARRIAGE WITH THE DUKE.

chapter four | masterlist

cw. reader is female, written in third pov.

Three days passed since Princess (Name) had eaten dinner with her fiancée. And now, she was walking to his study room when she was informed that her presence was required.

She has never been to his study room, and with the directions provided by the maid, she managed to find it in due time. 

“Hello? Duke Blade, I was told you were looking for me,” she called out, only to be greeted with silence. 

(Name) lingered by the doorway awkwardly, unsure if she should leave or stay there. Whatever he wanted to say to her must be important and before she could rethink her action, the princess pushed open the doors. 

As the doors swung open, warm light spilled into the expansive space, revealing a sanctuary of knowledge and contemplation. 

The first floor greeted her with a sense of cozy opulence. In the centre of the room, beneath the soft illumination of the sunlight entering the window, stood an imposing wooden desk. Its surface is adorned with leather-bound tomes, a testament to a life of curious exploration. 

Flanking the desk were two sumptuous couches, inviting and regal in their deep burgundy upholstery. 

The ambiance was one of refinement and leisure, with the soft, plush rugs underfoot offering a touch of luxury. The walls, adorned with classical artwork and antique maps, seemed to whisper the secrets of distant lands and ages past. 

Now intrigued, (Name) made her way up the polished wooden staircase that leads to the second floor. She was enveloped in the intoxicating scent of aged paper and leather bindings. 

The walls on this level were lined from floor to ceiling with towering bookshelves, each crammed with volumes of literature, history and knowledge. 

The shelves were neatly lined in a straight low and one could lose themselves for hours in the pursuit of erudition. The princess was astounded by how spacious Duke Blade’s study room looks. 

She walked down the line of bookshelves, doing a quick scan of the titles of the countless books. Most of the books involved the history of the Xianzhou Kingdom. 

She came to a stop when a peculiar title caught her eyes. The cover made it stand out from the others, with it being cladded in a thicker and much richer color: cobalt blue. (Name) reached out, fingers nearly touching the cover… 

“Well well well, what do we have here? A little mouse has barged her way into someone else’s room without permission.” 

The sudden entrance of Duke Blade elicited an undignified and startled squeak from the princess. She instantly spun around, eyes landing on her fiance, who was amused with her reaction. 

He was leaning against the wall, near the top of the flight of stairs with his arms crossed, left foot placed in front of his right foot. 

“So? What do you have to say for yourself?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. 

The princess regained her composure, clearing her throat and stepped away from the bookshelf. “I’m sorry, I didn’t wait for you to return and I entered your study room without permission.” 

Duke Blade hummed, slowly nodding his head and pushed himself off the wall. “Apology accepted, now come with me, sweetheart. I have something I need to discuss with you.” 

(Name) obediently followed him as they descended the flight of stairs. She accepted his invitation, taking her seat on the nearest couch while the man sat on the other couch. 

Duke Blade reached into the breast pocket of his coat, pulling out an envelope and placed it on the table situated between the two couches. 

Her eyes widened slightly when she recognized the envelope. It bore the unmistakable mark of royalty, a testament to its esteemed sender. Crafted from the finest parchment, it exuded an air of grandeur and authority. 

The front of the envelope was adorned with the royal insignia: a majestic crest that commanded respect, with a gleaming crown atop a shield bearing the emblem of the Xianzhou Kingdom. 

(Name) leaned forward, grabbing the envelope with extra care as if it was a piece of glass. The paper, a rich and velvety cream, felt opulent to the touch. Its edges were meticulously embossed with intricate patterns, reminiscent of the kingdom’s storied history and cultural heritage. 

The envelope was sealed with precision, the wax imprint in regal crimson bearing the royal seal, ensuring the sanctity of its contents. 

(Name)’s eyes flickered between the envelope and Duke Blade’s face, unsure if she was allowed to open. She only proceeded to do so when he gave her the green sign. 

Upon opening the envelope, she found the contents nestled within, protected by layers of silk. The letter inside bore the unmistakable mark of the king’s personal attention. 

She pulled out the neatly folded letter, unfolding it to reveal the content written in exquisite calligraphy, each stroke a testament to the grace and elegance of the written word. 

~

Dearest Duke Blade and Princess (Name), 

Greetings to you both. It is with immense pleasure and honor that I pen this letter to extend my heartfelt congratulations on your engagement. The union of two noble souls is a momentous occasion, and I am delighted to share in your joy. 

The alliance forged between your kingdoms carries with it a profound legacy of tradition, respect, and unity: a testament to the enduring values that define the Xianzhou Kingdom.

It is my firm belief that your union will not only strengthen the bonds between our kingdoms but also contribute to the continued prosperity and harmony of our people. 

To commemorate this auspicious occasion, it is my privilege to extend an invitation to both of you to join us at a formal engagement celebration. 

This grand event will take place in the opulent halls of the royal palace, a setting befitting the significance of this moment. The evening will be adorned with music, dance, and a feast fit for royalty, as we come together to toast to your love and commitment. 

The date and time for this joyous gathering is as follows: 

[22nd September 20XX] 

[6pm]

[Location: Royal Palace, Xianzhou Kingdom] 

In this moment of celebration and anticipation, I send you my warmest regards and offer my sincerest best wishes. May your love story be a source of inspiration and joy to us all. 

With deepest respect and affection. 

Jing Yuan :3. 

~

“.. Did he just announce our marriage to the people before us?” (Name) deadpanned after she finished reading the letter. 

Duke Blade sighs. “I’ve gotten used to Jing Yuan. He knows how to get his way, with nothing and no one standing between him and his goals. It seems like he’s forcing us to attend the gathering and it’s not like we have a choice to begin with. Which is why I’m curious, what do you think?” 

“... I think this is a great opportunity to announce our marriage to the people of the Xianzhou Kingdom. It will help to put their minds at ease and it’ll help to strengthen the relationship between our kingdoms,” she answered earnestly. 

“Is that really all?” He questioned. 

“What?” She blinked, confused. 

It turns out her answer wasn’t satisfactory, considering how Duke Blade sighed. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something but thought better of it and closed his mouth. The man rose to his full height, easily towering over (Name)’s seated form. 

“Never mind, it seems like I’ve set my expectations too high. Feel free to head out to shop for the perfect outfit. Don’t worry about the payment, just say my name and the staff will know what to do,” he told her and left the room before she could reply. 

The princess was in a state of shock. She sat there for a few minutes, mind trying to process the words Duke Blade said. She had thought they were perfectly fine after having dinner a few days ago but it turns out she was wrong. 

Just what is wrong with him? First, he questioned me about my background and now he’s saying how he set his expectations too high? I don’t understand him… 

~ 

“Your Grace, you have a guest.” 

Dan Heng looked up from the book he was reading when one of the maids spoke up. 

“Come in.” 

The door was opened once granted permission and he rose at the sight of the king of the Eldoria Kingdom, who is also (Name)’s father, entered his room. Dan Heng bowed with utmost respect, straightening himself when the king gestured for him to do so. 

“Your Majesty, to what do I owe the pleasure of your sudden visit?” He asked. 

The king smiled, dimples appearing. “Dan Heng, I was wondering if you would be interested in attending a gathering.”

“A gathering? What is it about?” He asked, puzzled. 

The king reached into his pocket, pulling out an envelope and handed it to the prince. “Here, you can find the details here. You don’t have to let me know your answer immediately, take as much time as you need. However, something tells me you’ll be attending the gathering.” 

The king left Dan Heng’s room before he could muster a response, leaving him bewildered. Now curious, he decided to check the content. 

His blood ran cold, and his heart shattered after he had read the letter. The letter contains an invitation extended to the Eldoria Kingdom, inviting them to attend Princess (Name) and Duke Blade’s marriage. 

The thought of (Name) getting married to someone else made his blood boil with jealousy. Dan Heng knows he doesn’t deserve her anymore, not after how he had treated her poorly.

He could still remember the way she scowled at him, treating him with coldness before she set off to the Xianzhou Kingdom. 

However, Dan Heng is a persistent man who never knows when to give up. He doesn’t want her to get married to the duke, not when it’s rumored that Duke Blade is a cold-hearted and ruthless man. For all he knows, (Name) might have been living a poor and unfair life during her time spent at the Xianzhou Kingdom. 

Having made up his mind, the prince left his room. He walked down the hallway, determined to free her from her fiancé and make things right. 

note: so uh, dan heng's gonna be that one annoying male character in those royal manhwas, if you guys know what i'm talking about hehe. next few chapters will take place at the ceremony and drama's gonna happen weee

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pairing: dr. ratio x gender neutral reader

contains: angst, insecurities, friends to ???, open ended, mutual (?) pining, banter (?), i tried to make their dialogue lighthearted, reader is a writer/author in this, you call him veritas alot

synopsis: a friend, that's all you'll ever be to him.

word count: 1.9k

a/n: wrote from 400 to almost 2k in one night hehe, i wanted to atleast update my other event so i did. and if i get asked if this has part two uhm, i WILL think about it :D based on a true story (aka im not sure if i like one of my guy friends)

part of the comeback festa

Meeting Veritas Ratio was one of the best things that happened to you.

He was a bit eccentric, really intimidating and you're still unsure why both of you became friends so easily.

You liked different things, and people would scoff or laugh at you when you told them that the scary Dr. Ratio was your dearest friend.

When you had free time, you'd meet with one another and discuss the happenings of the week. He'd tell you about the various research topics he delved into or the interesting students he spotted on his lecture.

Meanwhile, you'd tell him about the activities you found yourself in when gathering inspiration for a novel. And Veritas Ratio must not look like he's interested - oh, but he is invested whenever you recount the flowery ideas that came to you that day.

And it was inevitable that you saw the man as not only your dearest friend, but someone you fell in love with.

It was a simple affair really, you'd think that the Veritas Ratio was hard to love yet it was easier than taking a breath of fresh air. He may look cold on the outside yet when you talk to him- you undeniably feel warm.

Other people won't notice it but you do. You know how much he values teaching his students because the way he animatedly “rants” about his students - you could see the sparkle in his eyes, that desire to impart knowledge to those who can't do the same as him.

The more you stare into his mesmerizing eyes or imagine the way you'd card your fingers through his hair - you lay awake in your bed, wishing that Veritas Ratio would feel the same for you.

“You look distressed, is something troubling you?” He asks out of nowhere when you were eating lunch together.

It was a bit late for lunch yet he still found time to eat with you, and he even brought the foods you wanted to try for a long time. 

“Ah…me? It's about my novel. I'm getting stuck on the plot and whatnot.” You say, eyes flitting away from his inquisitive gaze.

“Oh, care to tell me about it? I could even offer my input.”

It wasn't even said in romantic intent yet your heart races loudly in your chest.

“It's a short one this time. The protagonist found themselves falling for their longtime friend but can't say it for fear of rejection or ruining the friendship.”

After voicing it out, you're seriously considering the planet to swallow you whole because isn't that a bit too obvious?

“What's got you stuck then? I'm quite sure you are well versed in this type of storyline, are you not?” He tells you with an eyebrow raise.

You can't speak further, in fear of revealing your true feelings to the man before you. And so you swallow your words and laugh.

“You're right…”

In the months that follow, you're hoping Veritas hadn't noticed a single thing amiss with how you're acting.

You also hope most of your excuses are credible and don't seem as if you're avoiding him. You've got to thank some of your colleagues for barging in on some of them, if not then this whole charade would have been discovered long ago.

Veritas Ratio is very observant, he won't talk much and it's subtle. You get surprised when he mentions something out of the blue and you realize it's those you've said when you think he wasn't listening.

And when another friend of yours comes to you and starts talking, you aren't worried…well for the meanwhile.

“I heard you liked someone.” She said, clinging on your arm and gushing. She's the type that wants to be updated on all the latest gossip and you would have loved to listen if Veritas wasn't a few feet away.

He could rattle your ear off about bringing noisy coworkers in his ‘safe space’ even when you're in public. You gaze over to him and see that he isn't listening and is focusing on his book.

“Where’d you hear that?” Pulling away from her, you asked - hoping that she would back off after having been entertained.

“That doesn't matter! What matters is who you like!”

You do not like where this is going.

And from your peripheral, Veritas raises his head - it looks as if he's disinterested or annoyed even, yet he doesn't try to push away the source of noise.

“I heard it's a friend of yours.”

This is really bad.

“I'm not sure where you've heard of that, but it isn't true!” Your voice pitches up, eyes signaling for your other friend to shut up.

Sighing, you pull her farther from where Veritas was sitting. And you cross your arms, needing that explanation.

“Is it really Dr. Ratio?” If you hadn't dragged her further then she would have exposed you and you would've died on the spot.

“Where did you hear that from?” You asked again, exasperated, maybe paranoid because you feel Veritas would teleport to where you were and expose everything about you.

“I didn't hear anything really. It's obvious!”

You can't speak after that.

Realizing that your true feelings are quite evident, you don't even know how to act in front of your friend.

How could you act normally in that situation? The truth had slapped you in the face after avoiding it for so long - when you got back to where Veritas was sitting, you couldn't even look him in the eye!

Thankfully, you had evaded his prodding and saved yourself from more questioning when a call from work interrupted you both.

Though, the problem lies in the aftermath. How could you face him when hanging out? A few months earlier you could have stared at his face normally yet now when you hear his voice - your heart speeds up.

Groaning, you bump your forehead against the wooden desk. The manuscript of your novel is laid spread over the table. By this time, you think Veritas had connected all the dots - he's smart after all.

Your phone rings and when you pick it up, you see his name.

“Speak of the devil,” you muttered after accepting the call and he questions your greeting.

“What?”

You've got to get it together!

“It's nothing. Anyway, why did you call me?” You scribble on the sides of the scratch paper you found scattered on your desk while waiting for his response.

“What, I can't just call a friend?” He huffed and you had to pinch yourself to stop imagining things.

“You can. But it is very unlike you, doctor.”  you jest, trying to regain composure, willing yourself to not slip up anything during this conversation.

“I'm lying too. I just wanted to hear your voice, is that bad?”

Now that is bad. Your cheeks flare up and you're thankful he isn't in front of you or your eyes would go everywhere and you'd be stuttering.

“What has gotten into you?” You asked and his answer just infuriates you.

“I can ask you the same thing.” He hums, and your stomach does that weird somersault.

“Nothing's the matter, why'd you ask?” Maybe you can get this conversation shifted to another topic, I could ask him about his past lectures or his future lessons-

“By now you would have pestered me to come here. But you haven't.”

You chuckle in utter disbelief, “I find that hard to believe.”

Silence drapes over the call like a warm blanket, and you would have welcomed it if it wasn't for his next words.

“I wanted you to come here actually.”

He must be joking.

A quiet what escapes your lips and you hear that melodious laugh resonate in your ears. You swoon but remember the circumstances, you freeze right after.

You would have loved to hear what he has to say next, after all he is talkative about things he likes. But your shaking fingers press on the end button and the phone drops against the desk.

The thoughts that came subsequently was a grim reminder of your situation.

You like Veritas Ratio, and you're scared to tell him.

It was those cliche and cheesy romance novels you would have enjoyed reading, the conflict before resolution before the two love interests. The absolute torment the lead characters would go through while internalizing if they were good enough for the other.

You then remind yourself that Veritas Ratio wasn't a book character and neither were you.

It had been a few weeks since your last conversation. And he probably understood the silence that came from your end because he hadn't tried reaching out.

This hurts you, but only slightly. Admitting that it's painful solidifies the fact that you are head over heels for Dr. Ratio.

Evading your long time friend was out of the question, it's about time that he barged into your home and questioned you on why you were so adamant on ignoring him after not explaining yourself.

But how could you? How could you explain that you were scared to admit your feelings to him, in fear that he would leave you?

Veritas Ratio was first and foremost, your dearest friend - losing him over some feelings wasn't worth it. You weren't worth it.

You were not deserving of someone like Veritas Ratio. He was the sun and you were the moon chasing after him - being friends with him was all you needed and even if you hide your feelings till it hurts then so be it.

Just then, someone started knocking on your door. You weren't expecting anybody yet still you opened and saw the bane of your existence.

Seeing him after so long knocks the breath out of your lungs. He looks worried over you and you wished he wasn't, you prayed that he was angry at you instead at least your heart won't start beating erratically in your chest.

Words weren't spoken but you let him in. After all, the walls of your home missed his presence and it was like he was never gone.

When you were both sitting on the couch, his eyes observed you carefully. You know him by now and so you avoid his prying gaze and will your hands to stop trembling.

He asks why he was being avoided and if he did something wrong, he sounded so desperate and you wanted to confess. But that looming fear squeezed your chest as if stopping you from saying anything else.

“You didn't…I just wanted time for myself for a while.” You knew what he wanted to say afterwards. He'd inquire why it wasn't shared to him right away - as friends, you regarded each other as a safe space. 

You know Veritas as patient but right now, he is getting desperate. He knows you're lying, you are hiding away from him but why - he knows he hasn't done anything wrong yet why are you so persistent in keeping this from him?

“You're lying.”

Tears have become present in your eyes, your palms have spread on your thighs and pressing against them is the only thing stopping you from breaking.

“Why can't you tell me anything anymore? I thought we were friends?”

Friends. That's all you'll ever be to him. You should know that yet…

“I've liked you for a while now.”

You didn't know what compelled you to confess but the words flew out of your mouth. Your heart was beating loudly against your ears, your hands never stopped trembling and your eyes glanced towards his.

“I know you might not feel the same way…”

His eyes have widened, mouth agape slightly yet he stays silent, curious on what you were saying.

“I don't know when I started liking you, and I'm aware it could ruin our…friendship. I'm sorry.”

Meeting Veritas Ratio was one of the best things that happened to you.

You're just not sure if he would like to see you again after this.

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“what the fuck is that kuni?” you blurted in the middle of the play. “who’s… kuni?” kaveh asked you. “he’s a friend i made when i went to liyue’s exchange program. we were really close.” “and that’s him?” “i believe so. unless i’m missing him to the point where i’m hallucinating haha-” “shh!” you and kaveh got shushed by the crowd. “you guys are loud.” al haitham muttered. “huh? what! no, we’re not!” kaveh rebutted. “you guys are on the balcony. so to have the people below us hear you, i’d say you two are loud.” “whatever.”

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