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[thecoffeelovingfreak]

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬!

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Hello and happy listening! I'm currently working on some drabbles to help my writing process, all of which are inspired by different songs I've been listening to lately! The characters and "prompt" have all been randomly chosen from different wheels, so there will be a bit of mystery to these ;).

This post will serve as a masterlist for them all, but I will also include them on the respective fandom's masterlist with the '💿' emoji beside it!

Please enjoy! :)

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1. "solo crusader" ft. boothill

- sampled from: Ransom // Miles Kane

2. "who's gonna pick you up when you fall?" ft. navia

- sampled from: Drive // The Cars

3. "the kingcrawler of mercy" ft. acheron

- sampled from Kingcrawler // Miles Kane

...more to come!

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

i've got to make a play

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x gn!Reader

Writing Genre: story

Genres: enemies to friends to lovers, fluff

Words: ~5.0k

Warnings: discussion of mining accidents/deaths (historically), me creating lore for Twisted Wonderland's mining industry -- and for Sage Island.

Notes: Since it's Azul's birthday I felt inspired to create him with one of my favorite tropes -- enemies to friends to lovers! I'd also like to note that I wrote this while I was sick, so hopefully it flows properly

Read it on ao3!

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If there was anything more frustrating than your lack of magic, it was Azul Ashengrotto. The grandiose octomer with a cunning intellect masquerading as a benevolent wish-granter with no shortage of connections. You, however, were a deferential human with an honest attitude simulating a stubborn person with sharp wit swindling their way through a new world.

Needless to say, being partnered for a project together would be immensely frustrating… Professor Trein seemingly did not care, as he assigned you to work with the housewarden on the largest presentation of the semester.

That's what led you to a quiet argument with Azul in the library:

"Friede states here that the Kirchbarkau Mine is home to large amounts of silver and magestones.” you stated, taking note of the basic fact.

“Kirchbarkau does not contain magestones – the Lindewerra Mine does." the octomer corrected.

You huffed. "Really? And where did you read that?"

"The Economics of Mining Production in Pyroxene by Frederic Lyer."

"Lyer, huh? Where did you find it?"

"This library. Now are you done with your interrogation?"

You eyed him up and down suspiciously, "I suppose. For now."

Azul's eyes drifted to you from above his glasses, leveling you with an annoyed glare. You chuckled at his irritation before going back to flipping through the blue book in front of you.

—

The cool-toned lighting of the Mostro Lounge did not serve to soothe your grinding nerves. The cause? Octavinelle's housewarden and his kindness-laced condescension.

Looking over your notes? He crosses out what you've written and adds his paragraphs of thought.

Trying to divy up tasks? His back-handed words override your say.

And everytime you dish it back to him? A glare and retorts fill your eyes and ears.

Now, sitting across from him, you found yourself an inch away from grabbing and snapping his glasses.

"Are you finished ridiculing me?" you questioned with a sarcastic smile.

"Yes. For now." he spoke, reciprocating your smile and using your quip from the previous day.

You shook your head lightly at his actions before taking a sip from your lemonade.

"Anyways, I would like for us to go into town tomorrow to analyze and report on the island’s imports from Kirchbarkau. I would also like to visit the library there, since we have exhausted the colleges.”

“Alright. It sounds like a plan then, boss."

He huffed in vexation at your nickname before gathering his things and writing you one last note.

"If you'll excuse me, I have to return to work now. Jade will handle your bill."

You slid the paper toward you, who watched him with a smirk as he stood.

"What if you aren't excused?"

He looked slightly stunned at your audacity before asking, “And why wouldn’t I be?” 

You smiled smally and displayed a faux shy look as you stated, “I want to buy you dinner.”

He seemed dazed and somewhat embarrassed. “Why?”

You grinned roguishly, “Well, Mr. Ashengrotto, you’re handsome, charming, whip-smart and… quite frankly, I have a thing for humiliation.”

His flustered features quickly dropped into distaste as he scoffed and walked off. Your laugh sounded through the establishment, drawing a few eyes to you.

“It seems you’ve left quite the impression on Azul." Jade observed, setting a black leather clad folder on your table.

You hummed, "He is very easy to tease."

A smirk appeared on the vice's face, "Indeed."

—

We'll meet at 8 in the morning on Main Street near the gate.

You placed the note containing Azul's sprawling handwriting back into your bag. The streaming river passing by Sam's shop felt like a soothing brush over your unexplainable anxiety. As you ascended the stairs leading to Main Street, you admired the morning sun falling over the crown shaped arches leading to the Colosseum. The grey cobblestone under your feet eventually led you to the gate where the silver-haired mer stood.

"Good morning, Y/n." he greeted simply.

"Good morning, Azul." you returned.

"Before we leave campus, I want to go over today's itinerary. First, we'll visit a precious metal refinery before going to…"

The last of his words drifted to the background as you suddenly noticed how… pleasant… Azul looked this morning. A navy button-up, dark grey slacks, dress shoes, and a watch replaced his uniforms today, and the formal simplicity only added to his attractiveness.

“...and we’ll end the day at the Sage Island Library.”

You shook back to attention as he finished speaking. 

“Great! Now we just have to maneuver the zig-zag path down this mountain!” you added sarcastically.

He chuckled lightly in agreement, “I still do not see how the college has not come up with better transportation into town.”

You watched as he asked the nearby ghosts to open the large metal gates, slightly flustered at the different energy that surrounded your dynamic today.

—

The signature white and red colors of Sage Island reflected the morning light beautifully. The canaled water flowing in from the sea created a lovely reflection on the architecture, and you couldn’t help but admire the soft breeze as you followed Azul into a large shop titled: Precious Metal Refinery. A middle-aged man dressed in a white button-up, brown slacks, suspenders, and boots took notice of you and rapidly made his way to the door.

“You must be the students from Night Raven, correct? I’m Finley Heisenberg, the owner of this establishment.” he asked, sticking out his hand.

You exchanged names and formalities before he began guiding you through the small-scale factory as you and Azul took your own notes on his statements.

“First of all, we’re divided into two separate shops. Here, we take the precious metal scrap from Sage Island’s jewelers, dentists, crematoriums, and pawn shops, and isolate them through multiple processes to achieve them at their purest form. Afterward, we export them from the Southeastern Port where they travel north across the Coral Sea to the Queendom of Roses and occasionally south toward the Afterglow Savanna.”

He turned right, guiding you to an area where the air turned hotter.

“This is where we conduct pyrolysis. In this process, the noble-metalliferous products – your precious metals like gold, silver, and platinum – are released from the other materials by solidifying in a melt to become cinder and then poured off or oxidized.”

Finley walked further down the concrete floor to three vats.

“Here is where the metals can undergo the alternative initial process of hydrolysis. The noble metals are dissolved either in aqua regia, which is a solution consisting of hydrochloric acid and nitric acid, or in a solution of hydrochloric acid and chlorine gas. Subsequently, certain metals can be precipitated or reduced directly with salt, gas, organic and/or nitro hydrate connection.”

He took the both of you back to the front near a wooden door bridging the small factory to the next shop.

“Afterwards they go through cleaning stages or are recrystallized. The precious metals are separated from the metal salt by calcination. The noble-metalliferous materials are hydrolyzed first and pyrolyzed thereafter. The processes are better yielding when using catalysts that may sometimes contain precious metals themselves. When using catalysts, the recycling product is removed in each case and driven several times through the cycle.”

After his conclusion, he opened the door and gestured you through, “This is our manufacturing facility. Here we review, package, and track our exports. That’s about all there is to it within our side of it. Precious metals can be used for jewelry, electricity, medical technology, transportation vehicles, and so much more.”

“Thank you for your time, Mr. Heisenberg. I wish you great success.” you spoke with a nod.

“You’re welcome and thank you.” he stated.

—

By the time you left Finley’s refinery, the sun was nearing a perfect midday. The next stop on your schedule was a small business – Seville’s Jewelers. The owner was a young woman by the name of Lucia Seville. She told you that she had inherited the business from her mother, and that most establishments on Sage Island were generational. She shared her products, and you took note of the more robust yet charming look they had. According to Lucia, they were jewels she would purchase (with company money) from the local gem shows or import from the nearby Land of Dawning. She shared how funds were tight sometimes due to the process of acquiring materials, but with the money and connections that her mother established, it was never as difficult as it was for others she had met. With a few conclusory statements, you headed to your third destination of the day.

~

Dear’s Diamonds and Jewelry was the sign that a well-gardened and well–painted shop boasted. It was owned by a middle-aged man named Jim Dear IV, a third-generation jeweler of a company based in Pyroxene with a chain on the Isle. He said he relocated here since he had fallen in love with the environment back when he attended Royal Sword Academy. He stated that his own son was now enrolled there, and questioned if either of you knew him – unfortunately you had yet to meet.

After concluding your small talk, he showed you to one of the brightly lit cases containing shining rings, bracelets, and watches. He displayed the careful cuts of the jewels and even assembled a few pieces in front of you. He showed you how the watches were pieced together and discussed his sources for silver and platinum. When asked, he delved further into how the rings were heated, shaped, and went into the little details of refining them and personalizing them. Upon further interview, his charisma and pride for his business truly shone through.

After exchanging pleasant farewells, your interviews of the day were over.

You smiled as you strolled the streets, still infected by Jim’s enthusiasm.

Azul's gaze looked slightly perplexed before shifting to teasing, “You’ve never smiled so genuinely in my presence before, has my charm bewitched you so?”

A smirk bloomed on your face, “No, Jim Dear is just a dear.”

He chuckled quietly, “You’re insufferable.”

You reciprocated his chortle, “I could say the same for you.”

—

Your second to last destination – the Sage Island Museum. It was one of the largest buildings in town, and just so happened to have an exhibit dedicated to the history of mining. It was organized by most prevalent to least, with Pyroxene’s section first.

The Kirchbarkau Mine is a silver mine in the state of Aicher, Pyroxene. Its development led to the growth of the surrounding town and eventual capital, Hirschfeld, in the 1880s. Its orebody ran 24% silver, an extraordinarily high grade. It was acquired by Louis Richter in 1883.

Throughout the first decade of the 20th century, it was the most productive silver mine in Aicher. When the Industrial Revolution hit northern Pyroxene in the 1920s, the Kirchbarkau mine rose to become the highest silver yield in the region.

You shifted right to meet Azul at the History section.

The presence of silver ore in the Marloffstein Mountains of northwest Aicher may have been known as early as 1877, but the first mining claim was filed on 4 October 1878. In 1878, southern residents migrated north during what is known simply as the Northern Diffusion. One group in particular – the Visser Party, did not like the quality of the water. So, they sent 19-year-old Johann Visser to look for a better quality. During his search he found a spring along a very large cliff of limestone, known today as Burgfelsen, and on his return an outcrop containing silver in a canyon later known as Grabstein-Schlucht. When he arrived back at camp, he had his father send word back south to the city of Vaugervand, asking for the local government to file a claim over Johann’s findings. After a lengthy back-and-forth through post, the city agreed to file their claim and name Johann Visser in all notices of mining locations that he discovered. They provided him with money, materials, tools, food, and a map to the mining claim site, all in return for a share of future profits.

With this, the Visser family and their accompanying settlers formed the historic town of Hirschfeld in 1880. Similar to the appeal of gold in the west, the attraction to silver in the north drew the southern citizens there upon the spread of job requests for miners, and the average man needing a job. Quickly the town blossomed into a city, and had their own local government established. The name of the famous mine comes from the first mayor, Wilhelm Kirchbarkau, who personally endorsed the project. Soon enough, the Kirchbarkau Mine was operational and the amounts of silver ore being harvested boosted Hirschfeld’s economy greatly. With the rise in new technology and the importance of the noble metal increasing, more and more people gathered near its source, hoping to find the precious shiny grey themselves.

By 1883, the city had achieved its position as Aicher’s capital and cemented itself in history.

—

The soon-to-set sun casted shades of peach over the green, red, and white landscape. Many shadows fell upon the eastern island from the mountains, but the Southeastern Port was still illuminated. The warm cup of tea in your hand served slightly to fight the growing chill of the wind. The sounds of the water became louder as you heard the waves crashing against the side of the island. Port workers had begun to retire for the evening, heading back to their families for dinner. It was a pleasant reminder of life outside of NRC, and a refreshing break from your history project.

“I remember seeing this port once when I was younger.”

You turned your head to the left, witnessing an odd mix of emotions on Azul’s face.

“I had a… particularly rough day… and wanted a place where I could just be alone. I hid in the water between a few rocks over there, but curiosity drew me out. There were sailor's docking in for the evening, and one happened to drop a gold coin in the water. It was risky but I retrieved it,” he sighed somewhat contentedly, “If it weren’t for the sailor’s mishap, I never would have grown to enjoy coin collecting.”

Before you could respond, he abruptly straightened and spoke.

“Well, that’s all in the past now. Why don’t we head to the library? It’s getting dark and I believe they will close in just two hours.”

—

The Sage Island Library displayed gorgeous white bookshelves trimmed in gold. A small cafe was placed next door with large glass double doors separating it from the collection of books. The copious amounts of literature seemed like a herculean task to venture through, but luckily your silver-haired companion had a list prepared:

The Uncovered History of the Kirchbarkau Mine by Marguerite Beausoleil

Silver and Gold: How the Precious Metals Came to Be So Valuable by Eeva Laitinen

Pyroxene, A Nation Built on Nature’s Riches by Ira Brighton

After gathering the books, you found an unoccupied set of a table and two plush chairs. Azul left to fetch two hot cups of earl grey, and you settled into one of the chairs with the first book. Looking through the table of contents, you found the section you were searching for:

Chapter 4: The Devil Inside

The mining work conducted inside Kirchbarkau was extremely hazardous. After Louis Richter’s acquisition of the “Silver Queen”, the operators he appointed often routinely demanded that the miners work unpaid for long hours. They subjected the miners to intrusive physical strip searches, and followed dangerous practices like blasting while miners were in the mine and not permitting safety operators on drills and elevators.

A miner’s union was organized in 1914, when the mine was the site of a strike. Louis Richter resisted union organizing and illegally used private police to arrest more than 1200 miners and fellow protestors. They put them on railroad cars and expelled them from the city and area in what became known as the Hirschfeld Expulsion.

In one incident, a miner by the name of Herman Anson brutally murdered five of his coworkers in what is known as the Kirchbarkau Massacre. Anson had been stranded with his crew in the mine, but it is suspected that he trapped them. He used his tools to end their lives and they were not discovered until the following morning. Herman Anson was immediately arrested, and it was found upon investigation that it was not his first time killing. This tragedy has led to one of the most infamous spectral tales of the mine.

The sound of a heavy paper cup being placed on wood drew your attention from the grim details.

“I apologize, I was trying not to disrupt you.”

“No need, if anything it’s welcome.”

“Really?” he queried, sitting down across from you.

“Yes, the information is chilling.”

He grabbed his notepad before saying, “Would you mind recounting the details?”

As he wrote and you spoke, you couldn’t help the confusion you felt. From the start of the day to now at the end, something had seemed… different.

With more thought, you found that it was simple – you were more open to each other.

A small smile grew on your face as you finished relaying what you read. Maybe getting to know the octomer wouldn’t be that bad.

—

The following evening when you walked into the Mostro Lounge, you heard a shout from Floyd that Azul wanted to see you in the VIP room tonight rather than a booth. You sent an acknowledging shout back before venturing to the office.

Entering the room, you were greeted by familiar cool colors which popped when surrounded by dark woods, leather, and literature. At the forefront of the space was Azul, who was seated at his desk going through paperwork.

“Please, have a seat,” he began, gesturing to one of the leather loveseats, “I will have to continue working, but I would like for you to go over our notes from yesterday with me while I do so.” 

“Alright, sounds good.” you responded, sitting down on the left loveseat.

Seven different piles of paper sat on the oceanic coffee table, all from your trip into town. Three were of your interviews with Finley Heisenberg, Lucia Seville, and Jim Dear IV. The other four were notes from the museum and library. 

You grabbed the set from Finley first and got to work.

~

By the time you finished your review of the final book, your brain felt exhausted with the information. With a sigh you stood from the loveseat and approached one of the many shelves of books. You sensed eyes on your back as you scanned over the titles; many involved finance, economics, and history, but every now and then you found old mystery and romance novels. 

A book by the title Pleasure & Preconception drew your attention, and you reached out to grab it.

“What are you doing?” a seemingly weary Azul asked.

“I’m finished going over the notes, and you should take a break – there’s plenty of books in here so why not read one of them?” you replied, taking the spot closer to the silver-haired mer on the loveseat.

He seemed hesitant at the prospect, and even more so when he glanced at the book in your hands for a second time.

“What? Are you afraid I’ll find out you're just a hopeless romantic at heart?” you teased, opening the book to the first chapter.

He huffed before rising from his desk. He took the seat across from you on the opposite leather loveseat and settled in.

“I suppose I can spare a few minutes.”

With a small smile you began reading the classic romance aloud. The tale started with the protagonist and love interest’s initial dislike of each other. As you read further, you couldn’t help but see a growing parallel between their story and yours. Too immersed in the book, you failed to notice a rather exhausted Azul slowly falling asleep across from you. When you did, you quietly placed the book on the coffee table and decided to take a quick nap yourself.

~

Slowly, your eyes drifted open as your senses returned to consciousness. Rubbing your neck and lightly stretching your limbs, you noticed a still-sleeping Azul on the loveseat. His brows were furrowed, and his chest rose and fell rapidly. He seemed distressed, and when a hushed whimper left his lips, you decided to try and wake him.

Gently shaking his left arm, you calmly spoke, “Hey… Azul, wake up.”

After two more tries, he jolted awake with an element of panic. He was disheveled and his features looked perturbed as he took notice of your presence.

“Are you alright?” you questioned.

He cleared his throat, straightened his tie, and brushed off his clothes before standing from the loveseat.

“I’m perfectly fine.” he stated, trying to save face.

You sighed, not wanting to press any further, “Okay.”

He sat down at his desk and quickly shoved himself back into numbers and logistics.

As you gathered your things, you left him with one final sentence.

“Just remember that despite everything, I’m here if you need me.”

—

“What is it, Azul?” you asked groggily into the phone.

“I’m just calling in the favor you offered me.” he replied, sounding tiredly anxious.

You chuckled before dragging your hand across your face and shifting your blankets over.

“Remind me to never give you any leverage.”

“Why not?” he queried as light shuffling noises could be heard from the receiver.

“Are you really asking me that when you’re so infamous for swindling?”

“I could say the same for you. I’m not the only one that’s garnered the reputation of being a trickster.”

“I suppose you’re right.” you answered as you descended Ramshackle’s staircase.

“When am I not?” he teased.

You huffed as you turned on the kitchen light, “Your arrogance will be the death of me.”

“Are you sure it won’t be my charm?”

“Careful, Azul, you’re starting to sound like me.”

He snickered as you grabbed a mug and tea bag. You sat in a comfortable silence as you grabbed a kettle and filled it with water before setting it on the stove to heat.

“What are you doing?” you questioned.

“What are you doing?” he retorted.

You sighed halfheartedly, “If I tell you, will you tell me?”

“It seems like a fair deal.” he agreed.

"I'm making tea."

"What kind?"

"Chamomile."

He hummed.

"Now hold up your side of the bargain." you spoke playfully, taking the now whistling kettle off of the stove.

"I'm going through my records.”

“What kind?” you copied.

“My personal vinyl collection.”

You let quiet take over as he continued carding through the artists. You placed the tea bag into your mug and poured the hot water over the blend. As you left the kitchen and turned off the light, you decided to rest on the couch you had recently reupholstered for the dorm. A sage green blanket rested near two throw pillows, and you curled up into the cozy space before turning on the nearby lamp. A soft melody flowed through the phone, signaling that the silver-haired mer had chosen his album for the night.

Feeling comfortable and curious you asked, “Do you like music?”

“Quite so. It’s naturally something enjoyed by merfolk, but discovering the vast amount on land has been a lovely endeavor.”

“It seems so.” you said quietly before taking a sip of your tea.

The beautiful voice coming from the record only served to make the atmosphere restful, and soon you found yourself struggling to keep your eyes open.

When you woke up the next morning to a frantic Grim shaking you awake and shouting about being late, you realized that you had fallen asleep on the phone with the housewarden.

—

Tonight, the environment of the Lounge faded to the background as your focus remained on its owner. You had come to begin assembling the final form of your presentation, but Azul had offered for you to share dinner first, and who would deny a good meal? Your food had been ordered and after a few bites you found it being set to the side in favor of inquisitive conversation.

"I am sure you already know plenty about me." Azul responded with slight playfulness.

"No, I truly don't! All I know is that you started collecting coins as a child, and that you enjoy Juliet Alderidge novels and vintage music." you retorted, stirring the special drink you had chosen for the night.

"And that is plenty."

You exhaled, "Okay, then what if I give you an irresistible offer?"

"I'm listening."

"I ask you three questions and you can ask me as many as you want, but I have to answer truthfully."

"Do you think you have any truly irresistible information?"

"You wound me." you said, feigning a pout.

"How unfortunate. I suppose I'll just have to satiate your curiosity, then." he spoke, leaning forward and folding his hands under his chin.

"I suppose so." you replied, mimicking his action.

With your charitable victory, you discovered three things about the silver-haired mer. One, when he was child, he would spend the occasional weekend preparing and gathering all kinds of little things to create his own dishes and serve them to his mother as if she were a judge. He commented that she always gave him a good rating even if he himself could tell it was not the greatest. Two, his first visit to the Southeastern Port was not the last, as his affinity for unique or rare currency, especially on land as a mer, grew. And three, his dislike for you had only been a facade since your first study day. He always enjoyed your banter and couldn't help but welcome the friendship you now had.

It brightened your mood to hear his stories, and you felt more of a bond with him afterward. When he told you the truth of his feelings however, you couldn't help but experience slight embarrassment and… happiness. You had to admit that you felt the same, it is lovely getting to know him.

Dinner and drinks continued until closing that evening, but neither of you seemed to mind.

—

Cream-coloured papers covered the entirety of the aquatic coffee table in front of you, black ink scattered all over them. Azul sat to your right on the leather loveseat, reorganizing the information as he saw fit. A notebook rested in your lap containing scribbled handwriting depicting different ideas and ways to connect themes from your studies. A few empty glasses sat forgotten on the edge of his desk, adding a worn feel that matched the crumpled balls of lined paper on the opposite loveseat. Tonight, was the final night of the two-week deadline the class had been given and everyone would be immersed in their work.

You ripped out the necessary pages of your notebook and spread them out on the loveseat vertically between you and Azul. He rose briefly to grab his own writing materials before you embarked on the hours-long journey of creating your final presentation.

~

A fresh glass of lemonade and butterfly pea flower tea rested in your right hand as you sighed contentedly.

“Now, just to revise and edit.” the housewarden stated, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

He leaned backward onto the plush backing of the loveseat, angling his head backward and sighing himself. Silence hung in the air as you simply stared at him, a peculiar admiration in your gaze. He removed his glasses and set them down beside him, and your eyes drifted to the delicate curve of his nose. He soon noticed your observance, causing his ocean blue eyes to meet yours. The eye contact flustered you, but your gaze didn’t stray.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, one of his silver brows quirking.

You waited for a moment before replying, “I think you’re beautiful.”

He seemed shocked – staring at you for a moment wide-eyed before looking away.

You chose to elaborate, “You know, two weeks ago I couldn’t stand you, but after our day in town I felt like something had shifted. We became more open to each other, and slowly as I got to know and see more of you… I found myself feeling more and more in love with you.”

He slowly appeared embarrassed, then stunned, and finally tender. He took a deep breath before turning back toward you.

“I have to admit that I carry the same sentiment.”

You gently grabbed his right hand in yours, caringly slotting your fingers between his and squeezing. Your hand left his before you slid it back under, tilting his fingers toward you. A kiss was placed on the back of his hand before your thumb rubbed over it. His eyes met yours once more, a determined look on his features and a light pink color to his cheeks.

In a bold move, he leaned forward and captured your lips with his. You were momentarily surprised by the action, but quickly softened to his touch. The movement of his lips on yours were fondly warm, and so was the kiss you left on his cheek as he retreated.

—

Professor Trein’s classroom of students went silent as they focussed on the presentation being given by you and your partner. Your voices sounded throughout the space, sharing the research that had brought you closer. Little glances would be shared as the other spoke, leaving a light sensation in your chest that would jump every time your hands brushed. They were simple actions, but they left you feeling like shining silver every time.

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

come & talk to me

Pairing: Rook Hunt x gn!Reader

Writing Genre: oneshot

Genres: romance, rom-com

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: arrows getting within 5 centimeters of reader

Notes: This idea came to me about two weeks ago, and I wrote it within the same night gfjfjfk. I hope you enjoy this Valentine's fic -- it's titled after one of my favorite songs! <3

Read it on ao3!

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The fourteenth of February – Sweetheart's Day – as it’s known here in Twisted Wonderland. A day in honor of the goddess of love and beauty, where romance was around every corner and admirers prospered.

It seems I have one of my own, you thought, noticing the dazzling and voluminous bouquet sitting on the island of Ramshackle’s kitchen. A lovely little purple box was placed next to it, adorned in golden trim and a red bow. Peering through the window of the box, you saw an assortment of sweets. A few chocolate-covered strawberries still appearing fresh, heart-shaped macarons in various shades complementing the box, and finally petit fours decorated in the signature colors of your dorm. Upon closer inspection of the bouquet, you observed the selected flowers: traditional red roses, gardenias, jonquils, blue violets, and moss rosebuds. A note was nestled between your collection of nature’s beauties, and it read:

Your eyes shine like ever radiant starlight,

Will you choose to be mine tonight?

- ↣

A smile blossomed on your lips as you huffed, feeling as though you were the lead in a cheesy romance movie. Taking the box with you and keeping it away from Grim’s tired and hungry grabby hands, you left to attend your first period.

—

“Whatcha got there, Y/n?” Ace asked, jogging up next to you in one of the exterior hallways.

“A box of treats from an admirer.” you replied matter-of-factly.

He chuckled before speaking, “Any clue who it is?”

“Not yet. The note was only signed with an a–”

Your sentence was cut off as an arrow whizzed by only about 4 centimetres in front of your face.

“Arrow.” you finished, handing your box to Ace.

You approached the section of mortar where the arrow was lodged. Attached to its sharp end was a letter and another moss rosebud wrapped in purple striped twine. Recalling your flowers and note, you had no doubt as to who had sent their affection flying your way. Tugging the arrow out of the wall, you carefully removed the note. Lifting the flower off of the paper, you wordlessly gave it to the redhead next to you before opening the light brown letter.

Witnessing your joy is truly a treasure,

I hope my gift brought you pleasure.

Please do me the honor of accompanying me,

In the majestic forest beneath the trees.

Eight o’clock tonight,

Follow the lights.

- ↣

Excitement bubbled in you at the prospect of meeting your admirer, but it was slightly dispelled by Ace’s pessimism.

“How do you know they’re not going to murder you?”

—

Sitting down at the table of your merry little band of first years for lunch, you were immediately bombarded by statements.

“An arrow at your head?! It definitely sounds like they want to kill you.”

“Thank you, Deuce, very supportive.” you retorted.

“Letting treats and letters win you over so quickly?! Ha, what a silly little human!”

With a glare at the group, silence reigned. At least until Jack spoke up, “Do you know who it is?”

“I don’t.” you replied.

“What if it’s Henley?” Ace joked.

Your entire table groaned at the mention of the most cumbersome member of your class.

“What if it’s Rook?” Deuce queried.

Epel gagged at the idea, but you simply sat with it for a minute.

What if it was Rook?... No, definitely not. While you had been bantering more and more often, even borderline flirting really, there was no way. He had taken it upon himself to teach you archery, and walk you back to your dorm everyday after classes, and bring you dinner on nights where you were too occupied by your studies, and help you branch out in fashion, exploration, and… oh Great Sevens, it was Rook.

Noticing your sudden introspection, the first years slowly went quiet. As you fought to keep your cheeks from widening, Epel’s face looked aghast as he shouted “No!”

—

When the clock struck seven forty-five that night, you finished dusting off your outfit and left Ramshackle. As the poem said, lights outlined your path across the campus and through the forest. The little balls of light dissipated after you passed, most likely due to their magic origins. The woods near campus were truly beautiful – pines, oaks, ash, cedar, and even apple trees – created a lovely backdrop. As you got closer to the river, more lights appeared. The soft bubbling in unison with crickets enveloped you in nature’s music as your steps soon met various flowers that coexisted with the vast expanse of trees. A smile and ironic chuckle occurred on your lips as you realized they were the exact flowers from your bouquet.

“Thank you for joining me, ange.”

Your head turned to face the blond emerging from behind the large weeping willow bordering the river.

“Of course. It’s only fair that I come admire you as well.”

He winked before voicing, “You didn’t come see me out of duty.”

You chuckled lightly before replying, “No, I did not. I came to confess my affections for you… but I feel as though you already knew.”

He smirked and took your right hand, “What kind of hunter would I be if I didn’t?”

You followed him as he guided you to a small rowboat. He held your hand to provide support as you stepped in and sat down before sliding in across from you and grabbing the oars. He set a light pace as you traveled north, observing the various changes in your surroundings. While the silence was loving, you couldn’t help but ask a question drifting through your mind.

“I noticed you gave me moss rosebuds twice. Do they have a special meaning I am unaware of?”

“Indeed they do.” He began, focusing on you yet still rowing, “They represent confessions of love. Blue violets mean I will always be there, jonquils communicate a desire for affection returned, gardenias stand for secret love, and red roses are for your one and only love.”

With each addition to the list you felt giddy, and by the end like swooning.

Rook laughed at your visible reaction – something you decided was now one of your favorite sounds.

In two more rows, you arrived near the windmill. Beneath it was a perfect little picnic, set up with more magic lights and ravishing food. A large box also laid wrapped similarly to the one for your treats – minus the window. With your hands once again intertwined, you slowly approached the romantic setting.

When you sat down, Rook smiled brightly before handing you your gift box and saying, “Happy Sweetheart’s Day, ange.”

You eagerly unwrapped the Pomefiore-colored box and gasped at what was inside.

A breath-taking bow sat in red silk, it’s dark cherry wood a perfectly contrasting match. Patterns of nature were carved into the wood, and no matter how small the line or crevice they all appeared to have been sanded. Such a tenacious task done with so much care and tenderness brought forth strong emotions, and you found yourself thanking the hunter with a kiss. He seemed momentarily caught off guard before melting at your long awaited touch.

“I love it, Rook.”

“And I love you, Y/n.”

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

as long as you love me so

• jade leech x gn!reader • 1162 words • no warnings! • original prompt requested by anon!

for 'the snow's coming down', my winter event ❄

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When you agreed to go on a hike with Jade, the forecast had only predicted a 20% drizzle. Now, as powdery snow continued showering, you realized just how quickly weather could outrun a meteorologist. It wasn't as though the path was untraversable, but snow piles up quickly and it would be safer to find a place to wait out the storm.

"I believe there is a cabin up ahead where we can rest and wait for the storm to pass." Jade spoke casually from beside you.

You nodded your head and continued forward, doing your best to block the snow from your eyes and ignore the chill of your nose.

Soon enough, a large well-lit cottage appeared. Smoke billowed out of the chimney, and the snow surrounding it seemed to have been recently cleared. To the left of the cabin was a large barn-like building with the same log style build. To the right was a garden, long dead and plagued by winter frost.

Climbing up the steps to the front door, you rapped lightly on the wood in an attempt to be courteous. As soon as your hand fell back to your side, the door opened to reveal a man with mid-length white hair wearing a green sweater and black pants.

"Hello, there! It's not very often I get any visitors during this time of year!" he chuckled, "Please, come in. There's no point in staying cold when I've got a lovely fire in here!"

The man opened the door wider and casted his arm towards the main room. With two quiet 'thank you's you found yourself sitting on a worn yet comfortable patterned loveseat next to Jade.

The middle aged man – Gunther – as you eventually discovered, disappeared into the kitchen with the promise of hot coffee, leaving you alone with the teal-haired vice housewarden.

"The kindness of strangers never fails to fascinate me."

You turned your head to look at Jade, retorting, "Really? What else fascinates you?"

His eyes lit up, but you continued: "Besides mushrooms."

His hand drifted to his chest almost subconsciously, but his eyes twinkled.

"How rude."

"I'm being honest, Jade! I want to learn more about you.

His features became laced with contemplation, before his eyes looked amused.

"You."

You hummed before asking, "What do you mean?"

"I am fascinated by you." 

Your cheeks involuntarily heated, as you turned your head to the fireplace. He chuckled quietly at your reaction as the owner of the house entered the room holding two steaming mugs and a golden key.

"Here you go." he said, handing each of you your coffee cups.

You thanked him before quickly taking a sip of the warm bitter drink, trying to calm your heart and save face.

"This is the key to my guest house! You're welcome to spend the night there, if you wish. I have a reservoir of wood between my cabin and said house, so feel free to take what you need."

With an expression of gratitude, Jade took the key.

"If you'll excuse me I have some paperwork I need to finish, but I will still be available if you need me." Gunther stated before walking towards a closed room – most likely his office.

Finishing your coffee, you placed your mug next to your companion's empty one and followed him out of your lovely host's home.

—

Gunther's guest house was quaint and carried a woodsy charm. The decoration consisted of many of his antiques and small personal items. Two paintings hung beautifully – one on the west wall depicting the local sunset, and the one on the east wall displaying the sunrise. A fireplace claimed the northern wall with the front door, and the southern wall’s arrangement was overtaken by a large bed.

With a simple spell by Jade, the fireplace was voluminously lit. Investigating Gunther’s antiques further, you found an old phonograph and a collection of 45s that appeared to be mostly traditional pop.

As you carded through the sets, a voice sounded in your right ear.

“What have you found, Y/n?”

You jolted lightly as a chill ran down your spine. Quickly recollecting yourself you replied,

“Some old records, however, I’m not sure from what decade.”

Moving slightly to the left, you allowed for Jade to view them as well. After looking at 5 more, his hand reached out to grab one with a half white and half purple label.

“If my memory serves me correctly, we have this exact record at the Lounge – though it is only a copy from 50 years ago, as that was the closest Azul could get to a primary pressing. I must admit it is quite charming to hold an original, given that this record is about 75 years old.” 

His tone carried interest and his movements seemed almost… eager… as he placed the record on its plateau and set the needle down.

As the smooth instrumental melody began, your curiosity of this new world’s music led you to ask who the artist was.

“Beau Carmichael. He was a popular serenader during his time and is now considered a ‘classic’, if you will.”

When the serenader’s voice began, you understood the public’s admiration for him. Mellow and deep vocals echoed soothingly around the small guest house, and the continuous soft melody of the song only added to that feeling.

Your heart started to race, however, as Jade held out his hand. You took it without question and let him guide you into a graceful dance. Thoughts raced through your head, but you tried using the music to calm you down. Nevertheless, when you really focused on the lyrics of the song you couldn’t help but think that Jade’s choice of record was deliberate. And when you looked back at the past three months – noticing the momentary slips in his mask, the seemingly genuine curiosity towards you, and the almost uncharacteristic consideration and protection he provided – you thought yourself a fool.

As your eyes met his olive and gold ones, you watched as he analyzed your features – most likely reading your thoughts. When he seemed satisfied with your conclusion, his gaze appeared adoring.

A small smirk overcame his features as his charming voice quietly sung the concluding lyrics, “I’m confessin’ that I love you.”

—

The next morning the storm had cleared, leaving Gunther with plenty of work to do before the sun decided to pitch in. After bundling up, the middle-aged man grabbed his shovel and set out to clear his property. At the same time he left his cabin, his two guests left his second house. With an exchange of good mornings, goodbyes, and a return of the home’s key, the couple set off. Upon closer inspection, the white-haired man noticed a small note attached to the golden key.

Thank you for your assistance, Gunther. While the snow was unexpected, it only made this opportunity all the more perfect. And, if you’re curious to know, my plan did work.

- Jade

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

flash that angle, grinder smile

Pairing: Vil Schoenheit x gn!Actor!Reader

Writing Genre: story

Genres: fluff, pining, co-workers to friends to lovers

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: very brief discussion of poisoning & blood, it's my first time writing for Vil so hopefully he's not too out of character

Notes: I was listening to 'Sculptures of Anything Goes' by Arctic Monkeys and my mind started drifting to creating this fic -- so here it is! <3

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Silently sipping on your delightfully warm latte, you observed the scene being produced in front of you.

“And if the Grand Duke hears about this? What do you expect your fate to be then?” one of your co-stars voiced worriedly, trying to reason with the antagonist.

“My fate is of no concern to anyone but me.” Vil’s character Antoine glared at the man before continuing, “I’m sure there are plenty of cases for you to investigate in the city. Entertain yourself with one of them and move along now, Dorian… lest you find your destiny lying with His Highness.”

You fought back a chuckle, being mindful of the cameras still rolling.

Dorian seemed slightly dejected as he quietly left the Prince’s office – a physical foreshadowing of the character’s motives that were to be revealed later on in the series.

As the scene came to a close the floor manager called out, “And cut! Great work today everyone! Get a nice meal and a good rest – I look forward to seeing you all tomorrow!”

The formerly quiet set began bustling with various audio engineers, camera operators, runners, and assistants. Rising from your chair, you stretched before deciding to strike up a conversation with Dorian’s actor, Killian.

“Hi, Kil! Your performance was fabulous today!”

“Mine? We should be talking about yours! The dinner scene was phenomenal! The way you portray such a deceiving Marchioness is almost frightful.” he finished with a wink. Your bubbly conversation with your co-star continued for approximately fifteen minutes until you decided to bid him farewell.

—

After changing back into your everyday clothes and having your hair and makeup undone, you felt content to return to the trailer you would continue to call home for the weekend. As you finished gathering your things, you heard your favorite voice speak from behind you.

“Good evening, Y/n. I apologize for the inconvenience, but I would like to discuss our scenes for tomorrow’s filming.”

“It’s no trouble at all, Vil. Why don’t we talk in my trailer over salad?”

He looked contemplative for a moment before agreeing.

—

You had always held respect for Vil’s love of his craft, and seeing how dedicated he was to ensuring both his and your prime performances began turning that respect into admiration. Working on the newest season of Twisted Wonderland’s most popular historical drama for the last few months had brought you closer, and you felt yourself drifting nearer and nearer to the sea of love. It was always hard to decipher the blond’s feelings due to his consistent air of professionalism, and although sometimes it was irksome, at the end of the day it was yet another aspect of him to appreciate.

“Y/n? What’s got you so distracted?”

Your body jolted to attention as you focused back on your conversation, quickly sipping on a glass of lemonade you had gotten after dinner.

“Nothing, I apologize.” you laughed off lightly, “Please, continue.”

He eyed you with suspicion and knowing before clearing his throat.

“Anyways, as you know Antoine’s plan will be accelerating to prepare for the next season after the finale tomorrow, and the masquerade scene we will be filming will run the longest. Since our characters are slowly blossoming into each other’s love interests, I think the scenes of them dancing together will be the most important to master, especially since they represent the turning point in their relationship."

You nodded along to his words before asking, “Should we go over the dance one more time?”

“I would say that we could do it now, but unfortunately there is not enough space in here. We can arrive at the set earlier to rehearse, however.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Vil checked his watch before sighing, “As much as I wish to continue our meeting, I must prioritize my schedule. Tomorrow will be important, and I want to feel and look my best. So, if you’ll excuse me, I have to be off now. Have a great night, Y/n.”

You wished him a good night as well, before starting your own routine.

–

A huff exited the actor’s lips as he braided his hair – a pointless action as hair and makeup would style it accordingly – but alas his frazzled thoughts needed a calming activity. His brain continued pestering him by replaying your conversation last night. He knew why you were distracted, and the feelings behind it are what made him hesitate to take your offer. But upon further reflection both last night and this morning, he found that he was not entirely averse to the idea. You had become casual friends during the long period of filming, and he had to admit to himself that there were many things about you he found appealing.

A knock on his door broke him out of his thoughts.

He tied off the braid and adjusted his hair before rising from his vanity to answer it. Who else stood there but the single person who occupied his mind as of late.

“I figured now would be the perfect time to practice since it’s still early enough for the set to be empty. I also brought this for you,” you spoke, handing him a simple hot lidded cup. “It’s just green tea, as I thought that would be more your preference in comparison to coffee.”

“You would be correct.” he replied.

“Great! Now let’s go master these waltzes.” you smiled brightly, turning to the large building that was home to your ballroom.

—

The Grand Duke fell to his knees in his chambers. His muscles shook heavily and his heart tightened. Blood seeped from the corners of his lips.

A cut back to the masquerade.

When a passerby couple made eye contact with Antoine and nodded, you knew the plan was fulfilled.

The Prince chuckled as he leaned down to your ear and whispered, “Just what have you done, Marchioness?”

Your character smirked before replying, “I believe I should be asking you that question. After all, you have a reputation for being a prodigy in poisons.”

He coyly retorted, “Hm. Is that so?”

You made knowing eye contact while you continued your dance. Around and around the ballroom you spun, circling the Prince’s figure and weaving through his arms. When word of the ruler’s death made it to the grand party, the guests entered a frenzy.

The Prince and the Marchioness however, continued spinning about the floor.

“And cut!” the floor manager yelled.

You finished off your spin before steadying yourself.

Soon claps and cheers echoed across the extras, cast, and crew in celebration of the last day of filming. It was a bittersweet feeling, but knowing that you would be coming back next year helped lift the weight off of your heart.

The director made an announcement about a special event being hosted for every member of the cast, along with the stars of a new sci-fi series and an up-and-coming adaptation of a popular fantasy novel. It was to be hosted at one of Pyroxene’s most famous museums – L’histoire de la création.

Excitement bubbled around the room and as it fizzled out it was replaced by a contentedness over the crowd. After bidding your co-stars farewell, you went to your assigned room to change out of costume and put on a knitted sweater and trousers. You cleaned your face and applied simple skin care products before choosing to sit on your sofa and bask in your remaining time on the set with a book about the show’s time period.

About twenty minutes later a knock rapped on your door and you perked up upon hearing it.

Marking your place in the book, you approached and answered the door.

“Oh, hello, Vil.”

“Hello, Y/n.”

“Would you like to come in?”

“Yes, thank you.”

You opened the door wider and stepped to the side, allowing him to enter.

For being so notoriously put together, the actor carried traces of nervousness in his gaze.

"What did you need?" you queried.

"Not much, I simply had a parting gift for you."

Surprise blossomed on your face before you spoke, “It doesn’t seem like you to give out gifts to just anyone.”

He let out a sound somewhere between a huff and a laugh, “You’re not just anyone.”

Your heart jumped – what exactly did he mean by that?

Taking the gift with a slightly awkward thank you and opening the lavender-colored box, you were greeted by a shimmering gold bracelet. A heart embedded between daggers sat in the center, with two rows of amethyst vines leading to a clasp. It was dazzling, and seemed to carry the very essence of Vil.

“I… it’s beautiful, thank you, Vil.”

“You’re welcome, Y/n. I look forward to seeing you wear it.”

—

Completing the finishing touches on his outfit, Vil stepped gracefully into the night and to his awaiting chauffeur.

“Good evening, Francis.” he spoke, watching as the man opened his door.

“A lovely eve to you too, Mr. Schoenheit.” he replied, allowing the blond to step into the vehicle.

After Francis closed the door, the actor felt a peculiar mixture of nervousness and excitement begin bubbling inside of him. He never felt such a way at the prospect of attending events – they were simply another aspect of his work and another way for him to flaunt his efforts and attributes.

“To L’histoire de la création, correct?” his chauffeur questioned.

“Yes.” was his only reply.

When his eyes drifted from the rear view mirror and arrived at his reflection in the window, he observed his amethyst and gold earrings and came to a somewhat shocking conclusion.

He was looking forward to seeing you again – his heart was racing in fact.

It had been a month since you had last seen each other and he was ready to dismiss his feelings and get back to his former routine. But now, as old emotions dredged up, he had no choice but to reflect before coming face to face with you once more.

—

“We have arrived, sir.” the chauffeur spoke.

“Thank you, Francis.” Vil said, waiting for his door to be opened.

Reporters and the paparazzi stood along the carpet leading to the museum, and as soon as the model stepped out of the car, all of the flashing lights turned to him.

His fashion for the night consisted of his signature purple in the form of a button down, layered underneath a maroon vest with gold details. His black trousers matched with the onyx blazer he wore which ended after his torso in the front, and continued to lightly trail on the floor behind him. The coat held golden embroidery, matching with the gold jewelry he wore and the details on his sleek black heeled boots. To top it all off, his hair was tied into a braided bun with two curled stands left to frame his face.

Needless to say that he was sure to be going viral by the end of the night.

After traversing the media show with class, he finally entered the venue. Witnessing the lovely stone architecture embellished in gold after so many years made him feel a sense of nostalgia. Fellow actors and actresses cavorted across the space, looking at paintings, statues, and antiques from throughout Pyroxene’s history. A waiter came by carrying a tray of hors d’oeuvres, but the model waited patiently for one to bring drinks.

“Pleasure seeing you here.” you voiced from behind him.

Vil turned and gazed upon you for the first time in thirty days. Your outfit unknowingly complimented his, and he immediately felt that rumors would be circling. A raven and violet ensemble highlighted with gold – most notably the bracelet he gifted you on the last day of filming.

“I see you’re wearing my gift tonight.” he spoke mellowly, trying to keep a somewhat low-profile among the crowd.

“I’ve worn it everyday since you gave it to me.” you whispered.

For once, Vil Schoenheit was left speechless.

Trying to recover quickly he responded and lightly teased, “It must be timeworn by now. Would you like a new one?”

You chuckled before replying, “No. What I would really like is you.”

Did… you mean what he suspected you to?

“I’ve had a lot of time to look at what exactly I feel towards you. How exactly to handle it. And I’ve come to the conclusion that I should not repress these feelings just because of my public image. While you may not feel the same way, I at least wanted you to be aware.”

You most certainly did, it seems.

He took a few moments to ponder what to say. You waited patiently, visibly anxious to hear his thoughts.

“I must admit, Y/n, that what I feel for you is the same.”

You started beaming at his admission.

“I do wish however, that we keep this relationship private for the time being. Our images require great care and I would like for this to be something that is ours – not the world’s.”

“I accept your terms, Schoenheit.” you voiced playfully.

Throughout the rest of the eventide you would sneakily link your pinky in his, cast loving and frisky glances at each other from across the room, and meet to whisper in front of the renowned art.

It seemed that Vil was incorrect in his assumption, however, as the next day only photos and articles documenting his attendance to the event circled. He laughed lightly – it seemed that at the end of the day, you truly were some of the best actors.

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

sink into me, die for me

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x gn!Necromancer!Fae!Reader

Writing Genre: story

Genres: historical, angst, fluff, romance, war, dark magic, hurt/comfort

Words: ~5.9k

Warnings: brief manipulation, reviving the dead, animal birth, brief discussion of stillbirth, brief death of/violence against animals, discussions and scenes of war and violence, blood, death, reader has a brief panic attack/flashback, major character death?, angst, we reach 2k words before Lilia is even introduced, i take liberties when it comes to how magic works | please do not read if you are not comfortable with the themes above

Notes: For some reason, 'Living Dead Girl' by Rob Zombie reminds me of Lilia, and I've been having a gothic horror/fantasy horror brainrot lately, so needless to say this fic is birthed from that :) I loved creating lore for the fae and how the lands are laid out! I'd also enjoy answering any questions you may have about the worldbuilding, so feel free to drop by my ask box if you'd like!

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28 January 274 AC

First refined success. Must meet with Her Majesty and benefactors to discuss further plans.

With excitement, you closed your log and returned to the task at hand. The reanimated fae carried traces of grogginess – still wearing off the effects of magic and transcending death.

No matter, it is time to begin the psychological tests.

Number one: memory

“Hello, Emery.”

“I… who…?”

The fae began appearing overwhelmed – much too panicked by his circumstances.

“Do not fret, little one.” you spoke, carefully grabbing a warm cup of sedative-laced herbal tea. “I am Y/n, your creator.”

He paused before reaching for the teacup. You chuckled at his wish and handed it over.

In his thirst, Emery drained the cup before handing it back to you. Within thirty seconds the fae was visibly calm. You guided him to a wooden chair, allowing him to sit and collect himself while you grabbed his file and a notebook. Placing yourself at the other side of the table, you began your first test.

“Do you remember your hometown?”

“Wrentheow, Durabagh.”

“Lovely.” you replied. “Do you know what Calios is?”

“The Lands of the Fae.”

“Excellent. What is your occupation?”

“A wheat harvester.”

“Who are your parents?”

“Vinas and Aster Callahan.”

“And finally, do you remember my name?”

“Y/n.”

“Wonderful!” you smiled. He reciprocated the action.

It seems that he does not suffer from the same short-term memory loss the others did – perfect. He will be able to follow commands properly.

Time for test number two: emotion & volatility.

Flipping open your notebook, you prepared to document how Emery’s limbic system processed.

“I am now going to ask you how you would respond – emotionally – to three different situations. Is that alright with you?”

“Yes, it is.” he replied curtly.

“Great. Number one: your friend invites you to a tavern after a long day of work. How does that experience make you feel?”

“Relaxed and happy.”

You jotted down his answer before continuing, “Number two: you’re preparing to leave the field for the day when you see one of your associates staring at you. They continue to do so for one minute before approaching you rapidly. As they get closer and closer, you feel what?”

“Anxiety, fear.”

“Finally, number three: your home is attacked by a group of soldiers. Your fields are ash. Your house is burning to the ground and your parents are screaming from inside. How do you react?”

The fae breathes deeply before responding, “Vulnerability, rage, and… a nagging need for revenge.”

“Thank you for answering, Emery. If you wouldn’t mind, could you follow me?”

He rose from his chair after you asked, following you to one of the rooms branching off from your workspace. When you both stood inside you voiced, “Please wait here for a minute, I must go back for my notebook.”

He nodded and waited patiently while you exit the stone-built chamber.

Test number three: Isolation

Quickly slamming and locking the door, you ignored Emery’s confusion and pleas in favor of approaching your desk. If the young one handled his isolation well, you would follow through with your meeting to discuss and update the plan for your future work. As you picked up a piece of parchment and your quill, you began writing a letter to your Queen, Ikdryen Ardet. The noble, graceful, and grandiose ruler of the Durabagh state, a region of Calios landlocked between four other fae states – most notably the Ostarwaer Mountains and Briar Valley. 

As you signed your name, you whistled for your companion. A large black raven with a vast wingspan and glowing eyes glided under the moonlight before landing on your windowsill.

“Hello, Diavolo.” you greeted, leaving one light pet along the back of his head. “I have a letter for Ikdryen. Could you deliver it please?”

The bird nodded, and you collected a strand of your signature teal twine. Tying the rolled parchment around his left leg, you sent him off.

Brushing your hands together, you strode to the room containing Emery. Opening the small inset door, you witnessed the fae about to break the glass of one of the chamber’s windows.

“Do you truly plan on desecrating such prized architecture?”

He froze, turning to look at the wooden door.

“Just what do you plan on doing once you break the window? Plummet to your death?” you teased.

“Anything is better than being a captive.” he replied steadfastly.

“But you are not my captive, Emery Callahan. You are my creation.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” he asked.

You chuckled, before answering, “You have been reborn to achieve greatness and glory. The Queen is in need of more soldiers, and we have had to turn to calling for all of our citizens.”

He started looking physically panicked at his dawning revelation, stuttering out nonsense before saying, “I… I trusted you. I…”

You unlocked the door before walking toward him and crouching to his level. Taking his hands away from his face and into yours, you voiced,

“You have no reason not to trust me now, Emery. I told you, you were destined for eminence. I can continue helping you there.”

He made eye contact with you and began calming down.

“Really? How can you be so sure?”

You held back a smirk – if there was anything about the mind that was endlessly fascinating, it was the inherent instinct to trust and the relentless need for fame.

“I operate directly under the Queen as a member of her court. We have known each other for many years. She is like a mother to me.”

He breathed deeply before moving to stand. You followed suit.

“She is looking forward to meeting you herself tomorrow. Personally, I am excited for you to meet the General. He is phenomenal at what he does and quite charismatic too. You should get along well.”

Determination shone bright in the young fae’s eyes as he said, “I am eager to meet him myself.”

You smiled, “Excellent. Let us retire for the night, then. Her Majesty expects to see us at our best.”

—

The wind blew refreshingly over the hills and fields near your settlement. The bleating of sheep reached your ears as you walked out of the rickety front door of your home. You were the youngest shepherd in your tribe, Daell Áire, at ten. Your father worked for a merchant, providing cotton and mutton to him. Your mother was a seamstress, often gone to the market to make clothes for your fellow citizens.

Walking to the wooden fence, you opened the gate to allow for the sheep to pasture. As they flooded out, one remained. Irea, the soon-to-be mother. She was predicted to be giving birth soon, and a herder passing through the settlement – Déiyer – was expected to be arriving within the hour. During the meantime, you ran through the grass, keeping the sheep together with your body instead of a pastoral staff. Time passed by quickly when you were working, and soon enough Déiyer arrived with an announcing yell. You ran to his location by your house and greeted him cordially. Guiding him to the sheep’s resting location you watched as he worked. Soon enough the birthing process began, with Déiyer asking for you to hand him something every now and again. When the lamb finally arrived, the herder looked grim. He told you that the lamb was stillborn, but… you didn’t know that word. Being quite the curious child, you decided to ask what the word meant. He told you it was the death of a baby before or during delivery, and it most likely occurred a month ago.

At this news, you froze. Having close to no concept of loss yet, you felt overwhelmed. You would visit with Irea every night, telling her and the lamb about your day when your parents dismissed you. You would tell her how excited you were to have someone to run around the fields with, after being shunned from the children around you. At the end of it all, you were simply looking forward to having a companion.

You slid in front of Déiyer, and touched the little lamb. Upon said action white, grey, and black wisps danced around you before encasing around your arms and hands, then swirling into the small body. Through your tears, you did not notice the lamb rising to its feet. One of its eyes contained black sclera, and its left front leg displayed the radius.

The herder gasped and frantically gripped your shoulders, successfully drawing you out of your haze. He told you to hide the creature, and never speak of what has transpired today. Dark magic users were ostracized, and heavily persecuted by their tribes. You were surprised to learn this information. To you, this was a beautiful gift – the ability to rebirth life, one of the highest forms of creation. You turned to look at the little lamb, and vowed to keep it safe. In his own growing fear, Déiyer quickly packed his materials and left.

That evening, your parents were supposed to arrive home together. However, your father made it back first, and you were entirely unprepared. When his eyes fell on the little creature, they filled with terror instead of the admiration you naively thought. He rapidly walked to you and took the lamb in his arms and out of the house. You worriedly followed him, tears starting to fall out of your own fear as your father approached his butchering space. You began running to him, screaming at him to give the creature mercy. As you rounded the corner, though, you watched the little lamb’s head roll as it let out a pathetic bleat.

You fell to your knees and began shrieking and crying hysterically. Your father grabbed your hand and forced you to follow him back inside of the house. The entire time he spoke words you couldn’t understand at the time, but one was a title you would grow to become all too familiar with. One that would be used to refer to you for the next three-hundred years – Aingeal an Bháis, the Angel of Death. 

With a sharp jolt up, you awoke from the nightmarish flashback. An odd sensation was on your face, and raising your fingers to your cheeks, you felt tears.

Tears, for the first time in a decade.

Quickly wiping your face and sniffling one final time, you prepared to wake Emery for your meeting. However, upon sensing his footsteps you realized he was already awake and making his way to your location in the office.

“Good morning, Y/n.” he greeted.

“A lovely morn to you as well, Emery. I apologize, but I must ask that you wait for me to clean myself up.”

You left the room without waiting for his answer, still too shaken by your dream.

—

“Royal Mage Y/n L/n and Emery Callahan, Your Majesty.”

You strode into the throne room with a stone face and confident air, as did Emery, choosing to mimic your actions and aid his appearance.

“I take it this is your creation, Y/n.” she spoke regally.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” you replied.

She hummed before ordering, “Mr. Callahan, please come closer.”

Emery followed the command, and stopped before the dais housing the throne. The Queen leaned forward, interest sparkling in her eyes as she commented, “Fascinating.”

She observed him for a few moments before summoning you forward with her hand. You walked to stand next to Emery, but the Queen gestured you closer. Collecting your surprise, you stood up and onto her dais. There was no doubt that the newer courtiers were shocked, but those who have been here since your initial recruit remained unfazed. 

Remaining indifferent, you leaned down to be on ear level with the Queen.

“You’ve done an astonishing job, darling. I am very, very proud of you.”

“Thank you, Ikdryen.”

After the momentary praise, you turned and stood back in place beside your creation.

“General Kieros, please step forward.” the monarch commanded.

The handsomely rugged man soon stood prevalent in the room. The black, red, and gold armour he wore representing the state he served.

“Take Mr. Callahan to the soldiers' quarters, please.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

You gestured for Emery to follow the General, and he did. Shortly after they left the room you moved to take your stance on the Queen’s left. Casual conversations were whispered between courtiers – of the impending war, the next order of business, and of the work happening behind your doors.

When Kieros returned to the throne room, all whispers ceased. He crossed the room and came to stand proudly next on the Queen’s right. Her two “children”, and the most powerful members of her court, framing her for a perfect presentation.

“Presenting Queen Maleficia Draconia of Briar Valley and General Lilia Vanrouge of Briar Valley.”

As the two fae entered the throne room almost everyone shivered.

“Ikdryen.” the Thorn Queen greeted.

“Maleficia.” the Blood Queen replied.

To their sides, the Generals greeted each other like old friends.

“Who is this?” the Thorn Queen asked, looking over at you.

“I am Y/n L/n, the Royal Mage of Durabagh.”

“Ah, what a lovely…” her eyes sparkled with a knowing mischief, “achievement, Ikdryen.”

Achievement? Were Royal Mages a commodity in Briar Valley?

As the Queens continued their conversation, your gaze drifted to the colorful figure standing besides Maleficia – the General.

His deep red eyes locked on yours, and an unusual magnetism began drawing you to him. Your focused stare traveled over his features, intensely observing the delicate yet roughened shapes and angles. A fluttering sensation blossomed in your heart and your knees began feeling weak. It seemed you were not alone in the feeling however, as the General appeared almost hypnotized. His beautiful face carried traces of shock as he lightly stumbled forward.

The throne room slowly silenced as they witnessed the powerful strings of fate colliding. Gasps echoed across the courtiers upon the fae’s whisper,

“Maelare.”

—

You and Lilia had been sent to your respective chambers after your abrupt discovery during the meeting. There needed to be no distractions to diplomacy – you would just have to hear about the plan separately. In an attempt to clear your mind, you opened a book you had requested on the topic of fae beliefs.

Maelare – the fae equivalent of soulmates. A bond crafted by fate tethering two halves for eternity. The connection of souls that allows for the individuals to sense their counterparts emotions and communicate purely telepathically. For the first day, the fae involved would feel an all-consuming need for closeness. The initial shock and adoration of meeting their other half plunging their hearts and minds into a frenzy. By the second day, the craving wears off and is replaced by a contentedness – a feeling of trust and bliss between the two that remains settled for the rest of time. 

A knock rapped on your door, so you marked your place and set the book down.

“Come in.” you called.

“Good morning, little raven.”

You spun around rapidly and soon found yourself staring at Queen Maleficia.

“How are you?” she queried, snapping her fingers to summon teacups and biscuits on your dining table.

You took the seat opposite of her’s, cautiously sipping on the blend before replying, “As well as I can be.”

She chuckled, teasing, “You know… my General is the same predicament. Mayhap you should pay him a visit."

You grew slightly flustered, "I will think about it."

A peaceful silence fell over the room before the Queen spoke up, “In case you are not already aware, I am here to notify you of the agreement we completed devising between our states. Since Briar Valley is the most powerful of the fae states, we believe that we will be the first place of attack by the human lands. Before arriving in Durabagh, we visited the Ostarwaer Mountains, where I will be staying hidden and protected for the time being. General Vanrouge however, will remain here at the castle. He will aid your General and your troops while commanding our own. You, as the Royal Mage, will refine the soldier’s magical prowess and train the new recruits in the basics.”

When her dignified voice ceased speaking, you acknowledged her information – trying your best to keep your heartbeat under control at the idea of spending more time with your maelare.

As your thoughts drifted back to yesterday, you produced a question for her: “Why did you call me an achievement?”

She smiled, responding, “In my state, tales of curses and slumber spells are simply a part of our mythology. Both subjects are considered by most to be forms of dark magic, and there is a certain respect for practitioners. They are seen as representing a high caliber of magical knowledge, and for a necromancer such as yourself – with the ability to transcend death and recreate life – you would easily be one of the most revered.”

A bubbling sensation of excitement began stirring in your stomach at the prospect of a place where your skills would be appreciated, not weaponized, and you could practice freely. Even in Durabagh, your “experiments” were kept a secret. Ikdryen loved you and treated you like her own child, but as she has said, the public and the nobles are far too close-minded to see the beauty in your craft.

“In all honesty, Your Majesty, that sounds lovely.” you laughed lightly.

She hummed before responding, “When this war is over, Briar Valley’s borders will always be open to you.”

—

It had been several days before you finally set eyes on Lilia again. He was dressed in simple attire, most likely the same as the soldiers he was training. His posture momentarily bristled before he turned to the right, and smiled brightly upon seeing you approach him.

“Good afternoon, Y/n.” he greeted.

“A lovely midday to you, Lilia.” you grinned. “Are you on break from training?”

“For the next hour, yes.” he replied, eyes twinkling, “Why do you ask?”

A small smirk was displayed on your lips as you responded, “I was hoping we could enjoy a repast together.”

He reciprocated your smirk, “Of course. After all, what kind of fae would I be if I denied my maelare’s wishes?”

—

The clang of steel hitting steel echoed across the vast grounds where the soldiers prepared for battle. You were engaged in a hefty practice against Lilia, displaying various strikes and parries along with weaponry made magically from the elements. This “battle” was meant to show the many uses for magic and how it can be used to assist you in battle. Today was the newcomer’s introduction day, and it was important to perform at the best of your abilities to boost their morale and show them what they could be capable of.

With a final fire spear, the “battle” was called. A few claps sounded from the novices, and together you and Lilia thanked them, before stating that they had 5 minutes to strategize before you would test their initial techniques.

Getting a sip of water, you felt fingertips dance along your sides rapidly. You laughed at your maelare’s actions, trying to unsuccessfully evade his attacks. He reciprocated the sound, and finally wrapped his arms around you in a hug before commending your presentation.

—

Two days later, you met him in the library. The delightfully quiet space carried a chill, and when you found Lilia sitting on one of the couches, you couldn’t help but cozy up to him. He chuckled lowly, and teased you for your actions. You simply sighed and told him to tell you what he was reading. Instead of giving you the title, he whispered the text as he read it, prompting you to huff half-heartedly at his jesting. He replied by wrapping his right arm around you and bringing you closer, continuing to read the book even after the sun went down and you fell asleep.

—

Since that night three months ago, the castle has been bustling. There was no longer any time for finding solace in another’s arms – there was only time for wielding a sword and plotting your next moves. Between your work as the Royal Mage, a necromancer, and a newly-appointed Commander, you had no space left in your day or night for sleep, much less unnecessary socializing.

The air outside had become more stale and lifeless in the days past, the already dusk-like lands of Durabagh seemed much too similar to midnight these days, and your nervous system felt like it was being constantly grated.

Something is coming, your mind would whisper, something that hasn’t since before the formation of Calios.

—

Within one week, war had arrived.

Smoke billowed and swords clashed. Magic shone from riders sat on their horses as they raced through the battalions, letting the elements rain down upon your people. Blood covered your features, soaked into your hair, and seeped under your armor. Diavolo soared as an omen of misfortune, and as your eyes and ears in the sky.

There was no Y/n L/n now, only the Aingeal an Bháis.

The one to deliver mercy, yet serve as a reaper. The one to act like a saint, but truly be a demon.

As you delivered ten consecutive killshots, a voice screamed out for you. One that you haven’t heard in what felt like a year. Your creation, your…child.

Emery Callahan.

Whipping your head around, you parried swords while searching for him. When you finally saw him among the massacre, your heart sank. He was looking directly at you, his eyes pleading for you to do something – anything… just like Irea’s lamb. Your body began to shake as your mind started its torment. A large human soldier appeared behind Emery, sword in hand, and you watched helplessly – pathetically – as he was decapitated.

Your scream could have shaken the stars.

You spiralled, too many thoughts running through your mind to stay attentive.

The dying bleat… the tiny rolling head… Aingeal an Bháis… everyone who you love dies… Aingeal an Bháis… you are a curse… everyone who loves you dies… you are no angel, you are the devil incarnate… the blood falling down the wood and dripping from the axe… the empty eyes… the large soldier… was he coming toward you?... this was your deserved destiny…rapid slicing… was he… dead now?

“Y/n!”

Who… don’t… don’t help me… I… where?... who’s holding me?

“It is alright, mo chuisle, I’m here.”

Choppily breathing in a familiar pine and jasmine scent, you quietly croaked, “Lilia?”

“I’m here.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief and sank further into his arms. His right hand came to stroke the back of your head, and his left held your closer to him. You welcomed the comfort, but could not resist asking,

“Where are we?”

“Herscha’s Brook.”

You suddenly shot up in his arms, “What? We have to go back!”

“We will.”

“No, we have to leave now, they need us!” you spoke, standing up and searching for your sword.

“I know, but you will be of no use to your troops if you are not thinking clearly.”

“I am thinking clearly.” you fought back.

“Then we shall return, Y/n.” he conceded, taking your hand in his and bringing you back to the plains housing the battle.

—

22 July 274 AC

The Battle of Fernway - 1,239 fatalities; 423 fae, 816 humans. Located primarily at the border city of Fernway, Briar Valley, stretching into the state of Durabagh. This battle marks the beginning of the war between faeries and humans. There is no name for the war itself.

Exhausted, you closed your log. What was once for your creations, now for war. The first battle had ended last week after continuing for almost two months. Your duties as Royal Mage and Commander were taxing, and you were in desperate need of proper rest. So, in your need for comfort you went to the one place you felt safest.

~

A knock on the door distracted Lilia from his nightly preparation. With his hairbrush still in hand, he approached the mighty cherry wood. When he opened it, he was greeted by none other than you, looking like a dead fae walking. Your eyes twinkled, though, when your gaze was met by his.

Wordlessly, he welcomed you inside.

Noticing his brush, you asked, “Have I interrupted you?”

He softly smiled, “You are never an interruption, Y/n.”

Observing your flustered behavior, he chuckled before sitting back at his dark maroon settee. As he walked by, he watched your eyes follow him, seemingly transfixed by the flow of his long onyx hair. When he finally placed himself down upon the velvet-like fabric, he held out his hairbrush to your idle figure.

“Would you like to help me?”

Your initial surprise visibly transformed into content as you took his offer.

He adjusted his position so you could sit next to him, then turned his head away from you. The sensation of your fingers running down his scalp and across his neck sent shivers down his spine. The tenderness of your care was something he was entirely unfamiliar with. It was hard to come by such a feeling when your eternal life consisted of brutal training, scheming, and isolation. Finding his maelare was unexpected, but the experience was something he would never trade. Not when the precious gold shared between you was worth more than any jewel. It was like a rose, needing to be nurtured, pruned, watered and fed to grow for a millenia. 

As the brush continued carding through his jet black strands, Lilia felt a consuming appreciation.

Your fingers ran over his scalp one more time, before coming to rest between his shoulders and neck, lightly massaging the muscle. He sighed at the relieving impressions, and shifted his head to look over his shoulder.

Your gaze was cast over him softly as you said, “I’ve finished.”

“Thank you, dear maelare.”

You paused before voicing, “I should be off now.”

He only hummed in response.

Your eyes remained focused on his – the deep red color of his irises drawing you closer.

He welcomed the closeness, relishing in the thrill of having your lips so close to his. Patiently, he anticipated your kiss, his heart beating soundly in his chest. However, the soft press never came.

You pulled back and cleared your throat before rising from the settee. Lilia watched as you went to the door with a slightly crestfallen stare. 

“I apologize, but I truly must be off now.” was the only sentence he received before your departure.

Sighing, the fae sat alone for a moment before standing and entering his bed. There he laid for an hour, his thoughts overrun by emotions, speculations, and midnight nonsense. When he finally drifted into slumber, his dreams delivered to him an odd premonition… one of his approaching fate.

—

Only three days later, a massacre initiated by the humans was turned into a battle by the fae. The grounds this time were a mountain and the surrounding forest, and the plan was to divide the forces into two major groups: one led by General Kieros and the other by Lilia. You would be following Kieros on the right with your own troops, spanning the east and north of the mountain and forest; Lilia would be taking his soldiers to the west and south.

This battle was far more ominous than the first, most likely containing more mages than actual soldiers. The silence was deafening and the cloudy day added a gloom to the scene.

Within one minute, the action had begun. Fire was set to the trees and ice rained upon you. Arrows flew and swords began clanging. You left the soldiers to Kieros and took the mages upon yourself and your well-trained troops. Weaving in and out of the eastern forest, you took a group of five following you to the north. You fought briefly before slaying each one, leaving their bodies to burn among the fire.

~

The grey of the spectral realm was like no other. The air was stale, and every form of “life” seemed dead. For once Briar Valley’s mighty General was taken by surprise, and it seemed the lapse in his judgment would cost him his eternal life. His mind was plagued with regrets, different plans, and grief; his body was plagued with multiple wounds and the aftershocks of dangerous spells left him feeling shredded. The fall between the physical and spiritual realms was stunning, and his mind could not keep up with how frazzled it was becoming. While he was still tethered to this world he shuffled and propped himself up against an oak tree, trying to pull on the gold tying his heart to yours – willing you to come.

~

Nearing your station, you were stopped in your tracks by a fierce pain. A bone-shattering, heart-ripping sensation that sent your soul crushing. A light tug followed each staggering shock and ache and you soon realized what was happening.

Your maelare was dying.

With rapid speed – fae speed – you traversed the forest and rocks, sending a reciprocal tug to Lilia. You only got two in return before the tether went dead. You tried to shove down the panic rising in your veins, needing to keep a level head as you were still crossing a battlefield. A shiver went down your spine as you neared a large oak tree and saw the dying fae bleeding against it. You knelt down in front of him, trying to get his attention and have him focus on you. He was unresponsive. 

Frantically, you chose to follow your last option. Your death magic.

Placing one hand over his heart and the other on the crown of his skull, you summoned the familiar traces of the spectral realm. The black, grey, and white wisps flitting about and searching for his fading soul. They provided your eyes into the realm of the afterlife, and you searched through every corner for your maelare.

The shouts of approaching warriors echoed through the trees. The stamps of their feet, their whistling, and the sound of the wind against their blades drawing nearer. You were running out of time.

You had no choice but to prematurely remove yourself from him, hoping that your wisps, magic, and willpower would be enough.

~

The dancing of monochromatic tendrils surrounded his figure. They whispered to him, trying to pull him back the way he came. He felt drawn to follow them – an inexplicable need to forsake destiny. It seemed that today was not the day to join his people, it returned to being a day to fight for them.

~

The warriors arrived before you could ensure Lilia would return – that he would be healthy and safe. You cautiously turned from his body, eyes and surroundings overcome with the appearance of necromancy in motion – black sclera and wraith-like shadows. 

“Aingeal an Bháis…” one whispered, followed by another.

“Indeed.” you chuckled, picking up a fallen sword.

With one brilliant strike, you sent three sinking to their knees. As you continued your ambush, more soldiers arrived, easily 50 in total now stood before you. Nevertheless, you persisted in cutting the human army down. It seemed like a difficult task to face, but with your little wraiths it became simple.

A flash of shining black registered in your periphery, and four soldiers fell. Your heart jumped at the thought that maybe… your maelare had returned to the land of the living. There was no time to confirm your suspicion, though, as survival was the priority. The fight lasted for another fifteen minutes, with flashes of black continuing to appear, before the last of the nearby warriors were slain. Breathing heavily, you turned to see who your partner was.

When your gaze landed upon a fully healed, yet roughened Lilia, you immediately tossed your sword and rushed to hold him. He chuckled and reciprocated the action, his arms tightening around you like you were the only thing keeping him together. Tears began falling from your eyes at the sheer relief of your maelare remaining alive and being in your arms. Lilia shed a few as well, most likely for the same reason and at the plain fact he was living once more.

Engulfed in emotion, you gave him a desperate kiss, communicating everything you felt down the tether between you.

I love you. I couldn’t live without you. I cherish you. My maelare.

He returned the sentiments: I adore you. I feel more for you than I could ever communicate. Thank you for finding me – for saving me. Mo chuisle.

—

30 September 375 AC

It has been a year since the ending of the Calian War. The soon-to-be infamous bloodshed between humans and faeries, started over a simple territorial dispute and fueled by ignorance and judgment. By the end of it, half of the human population was lost, and one third of the fae were laid to rest. Too many for a meager reason.

Throughout the last year there have been many political changes to Calios. Righland was willingly absorbed by Durabagh, extending our territory to border the human lands. The Ostarwaer Mountains were merged with Briar Valley, expanding the land of the small yet powerful state. Serwick and Uraelln joined as well, securing the Lands of the Fae into three states: Briar Valley, Durabagh, and Serwick.

~

Today was set to be a lovely day as the Maelare Ceremony between you and Lilia was set to be celebrated in the Briar Valley castle – your new home. Black roses were organized all around the ballroom, with magically lit candles floating along your path to stand in front of the Thorn Queen. Lilia stood next to you as Maleficia repeated the ancient words – ones from the days before Calios when tribes and settlements existed on the land. She handed you a dagger and you dragged it lightly across your left palm before handing it to Lilia who drug it across his right. You both received chalices to place your hand over – letting the blood flow down steadily before the superficial wound healed. After trading the silver cups, you raised your right arms and laced them around the other, slowly drinking the others blood. When they were empty, the Queen pricked her finger and swiped it across your foreheads. With a final blessing, her blood seeped into your skin and she released you to complete the final part of the ceremony.

Outside of the ballroom’s glass double doors was a marvelous stone balcony facing east. Taking your hand in his Lilia guided you into the ceremonial dance – one of closeness, adoration, trust, and healing. The sunrise would serve as the affection and approval of celestial forces on the two of you, and when it began peeking over the mountains and coloring the sky in beautiful pastel hues, you felt peace for the first time in over a century. Not just solace from war and unstability, but from your own turbulent waters and past. Hope blossomed within you, not just for the future of your country, but for your future with Lilia.

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

*:･ all the way home i'll be warm *:･

• floyd leech x gn!reader • 311 words • no warnings! • requested by anon

for 'the snow's coming down', my winter event! ❄

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The chill of impending snow crept under your thick winter coat. Classes were finished for the day, and you were excited to get back to the warm comfort of a blanket and a fire. The sky had been a dull grey since the morning, and the clouds covering the sky carried a delicate wispy flow.

Entering the courtyard, you observed the frost still powdered over the ground. The apple tree had long been barren and the grass long dead. The absence of vibrancy created a lonesome atmosphere – one that slightly dampened your mood.

The small fall in your spirits was quickly remedied however, by a voice calling out for you.

“Shrimpy! What are ya still doing out here in the cold?!”

Turning around, you were faced with none other than Floyd quickly making his way to you.

“I was trying to get to Ramshackle quickly–”

Your sentence was interrupted by a snowflake landing perfectly on your nose. The eel-mer in front of you chuckled lightly at your predicament, his gaze turning loving yet mischievous as he grasped your hands and spun you around. The sudden twirling caught you off guard, but seeing the happiness in his sharp grin dispelled any protest with a huff.

With one more spin, you were wrapped between two strong arms.

“Let me warm ya up, lil’ shrimp.”

And he did. The gentle sway of your dance seemed almost ironic compared to the wild spinning, but that was simply the one of the effects of love on Floyd.

The snow fell down softly, landing then melting in his teal hair. You began humming a lustrous melody to fill the quiet of the courtyard – one which your partner reciprocated, adding in high and low lilts where he saw fit.

The comfort of your dorm was long forgotten now, and instead replaced by the warmth of affection and joy.

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

*:･ let it snow, let it snow, let it snow *:･

• malleus draconia x gn!reader • 491 words • no warnings! • requested by anon!

for 'the snow's coming down', my winter event! ❄

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When you initially invited Malleus to a different meeting spot tonight, he was intrigued, even more so when you requested for him to see you at the clock tower on campus. Nevertheless, he spent the evening reading your most recent recommendations to provide fresh topics of conversation and banter.

When the clock began nearing nine, he simply grew too distracted and impatient to continue the gothic romance, and instead focused on his own.

With a flourish of fireflies, the heir manifested before the tower, witnessing the mostly cloudy sky and relishing in what little moonlight shone through. He took a seat on one of the nearby benches and simply waited, letting the new yet not unfamiliar scenery charm him in the meantime.

—

As you descended the stairs leading to the clock tower, you observed Malleus already there – sitting in his internal world. Drawing nearer, you watched as his body seemingly stood at attention. He turned to you a moment later with a lovely smile reciprocating your own.

"A wonderful night, isn't it?" he stated.

"Yes, it is." you agreed, sitting down in the empty space for you on his right.

A calm silence briefly sat before the heir spoke up, "This setting reminds me of one of my favorite chapters in the new novel you recommended."

"Divina?"

"Yes. The only thing missing is…"

Malleus trailed off before chuckling, "Nevermind."

You realized his thoughts as snow began falling lightly.

"Would you like to join me?" he asked simply, now standing and giving you his hand.

"Do you even need to ask?" you quipped lovingly.

While you had yet to truly master ballroom dancing, Malleus was both an excellent partner and teacher – contrary to what you heard from others. Deciding to push your thoughts aside, you concentrated on the dance at hand. It was fairly simple, and eventually you found yourself simply basking in the way your lover looked in the weather.

The snow landing on his hair melted, but the frost landing on his horns remained. While it may have sounded comical, you could only smile and think of how winter always called to him. The miniscule amount of moonlight shining through the murky sky cast Malleus's pale features ablaze, reminiscent of the fire that relentlessly burns inside of him. By far the most striking, however, were his eyes. The richest of greens that contained so much history and emotion that sometimes you would feel your heart ache. 

The heir seemed to be admiring you himself, his emerald eyes ever present as he recited a poem given from the love interest to the protagonist in Umbra Lestair's novel.

"At night I can feel my strong heart beating

Hoping to death our love is not fleeting

Do you want me the same way I want you?

When you gaze upon me I think you do

How dazzling and heavenly you are

My guidance, my home, my beaming North Star

Divina, my eternal undoing."

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

hello hello!! I'd like to request gift shopping wi1th riddle rosehearts from twisted wonderland please !

Howdy anon! I hope you enjoy this drabble :)

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*:･ all these things and more, darling *:･

• riddle rosehearts x gn!reader • 446 words • no warnings!

for 'the snow's coming down', my winter event! ❄

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The light aroma of rose and cinnamon cascaded over the town square. The fresh light of morning added an angelic glow to the beautifully traditional buildings of Redthorne. You had heard stories of the capital of the Queendom of Roses, but seeing it in person was an entirely different experience. Both Ace and Deuce had raved about the city during the holidays, with Trey telling you of the hidden gems, and Riddle surprisingly extending an invitation.

With no other plans, you found yourself immediately accepting his offer. And now, you were walking closely together with two hot cups of black tea, and no gifts to give. As you continued walking along the bustling streets, a bright shop caught your attention. Feeling a light tug on the sleeve of his burgundy cardigan, Riddle turned to follow you into the store.

Upon entering, the store only seemed to grow in festive opulence. A large pine tree wrapped in sparkling lights and ornaments rested in the center of it. Poinsettia plants were distributed throughout the shelving, and little statues of snowmen greeted you near the door.

As you strolled through the shop it became more and more obvious that it was a home décor store. A few ideas sparked in your head for what you should buy your friends, but one section stood out in particular.

A metallic row of picture frames. There had to be one perfect for the polaroid photo you snuck during a recent Unbirthday Party.

Lo and behold, there was. A golden frame with small roses scattered about thorny stems rested in the back row. Mini hearts were placed outward in each corner, and they were highlighted with a stunning red.

Hiding it behind your back, you earned a confused look from Riddle.

"It's a surprise." you stated, causing him to let out a soft chuckle at your antics.

After checking out and leaving the store, you spotted two figures rapidly making their way towards you amidst the crowd. Recognizing them as two of your fellow first years, you smiled.

That same smile would be set on your face as you placed Riddle's neatly wrapped present under the tree at Trey's family home. A suiting frame encasing a photo of your little Heartslabyul party. Various smiles decorating familiar faces, along with a meddlesome Grim trying to sneak a bite of Ace's cookie. A letter was included, resting atop the frame. It read:

Dear Riddle, I hope that this gift is able to remind you that no matter what challenges the day may bring, or what thoughts may lurk inside your head – you will always have a group of friends here to love and support you.

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

Can I request ADeuce and Grim with VIII?

Hello anon! Of course you can! I also added the ghosts into this drabble for some extra shenanigans ;)

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*:･ when it snows, ain't it thrillin' *:･

• ace trappola & deuce spade x gn!reader | grim & gn!reader • 321 words • no warnings, but I'm sick & scatterbrained and that may reflect

for 'the snow's coming down', my winter event! ❄

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The fresh fallen snow crunched under your feet as you walked to the graveyard in front of the Ramshackle Dorm. The ghosts were distracting Ace, Deuce, and Grim while you snuck out to surprise them. Finding a spot behind one of the bushes, you began packing handfuls of snow into balls, waiting patiently for the ghosts to lure your friends into your trap. 

As if on cue, footsteps echoed across the wooden porch of the dorm.

“Y/n! Where are you?”

Ace’s voice was closer the next time he spoke, “Y/n! Are you out there?”

“Maybe they went to Sam’s?” Deuce added. “They did mention that they needed more cocoa and tuna.”

“Yeah! And how am I gonna get that tuna if my henchman is missing?!” Grim exclaimed, quickly bouncing out into the snow.

The sound of Grim’s sniffing and the pair's footsteps got closer and closer. Preparing a snowball in each hand, you snuck out from behind the bush and threw them at your fellow freshmen. Various yells left them, but Deuce’s declaration of a fight was the loudest.

Snow slid under the back of your coat as a snowball hit your head from behind. Grim’s mischievous giggles sounded behind you, but when you turned to try and retaliate, another ball hit you from the opposite direction.

“You’re dead, Trappola!” you shouted.

The constant bursts of laughter, sounds of crunching snow, and conversations of competition drew the ghosts outside.

“Do you remember when we used to have snowball fights?” Theodore asked fondly.

“Of course! It was one of the best parts of being young in winter.” Sebastian responded.

“Should we join them?” Alastair queried.

A meddlesome look was shared between the three before Ace and Deuce were being pelted by snow. The groups cackling and screams echoed over the hill and around your head.

The moment was perfect – a small found family enjoying their time together during the holidays. 

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

0 - THE FOOL

↑: new beginnings, spontaneity, adventure, freedom, innocence

↓: apathy, irrationality, carelessness, stupidity, lack of hope

meet the fool... y/n l/n

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The slick grass brushed against your cheeks as a soft breeze flew by. A small warm sensation repeatedly struck various spots of your torso. As your consciousness returned from the black, you opened your eyes.

A large white dog sat expectantly next to you, an emotion similar to joy on its face. The sky was painted in the fiery hues of a sunset, accompanied by the growing blues of dusk.

A cloth rested over your legs, and upon closer inspection you concurred that it was a cream-coloured coat. The texture was reminiscent of cotton, and it smelled like summer rain.

Standing up, you scanned the horizon. Rolling green hills spread as far as you could see, but a thin line of deep cerulean in the distance led you to believe that you were near the coast. The dog next to you nudged the coat.

"Do you want me to put it on?" you questioned.

A bark in response.

"Well, alright."

Sliding the coat onto your arms, a striking familiarity flows throughout your body.

The dog spins around excitedly three times as a warmth enters your veins.

This coat holds a familiar magic signature – how peculiar.

As your thought finished, you felt a light tug near the bottom of your coat. Looking down, you catch the white dog with the fabric between its teeth. When you make eye contact, it releases you and begins walking east.

With no other companion, and no other place to go, you choose to follow the fluffy white canine.

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Night had fallen by the time you reached the coast. As you wandered the shores, you admired the stars. All twelve of the zodiac constellations shown brightly here, and it brought you a sense of comfort to find something similar to your world here.

The dog suddenly pranced from your side to a western spot on the beach. You could make out an object laying in the sand and waited patiently for the animal to bring it to you.

As it came running back, it dropped a recognizable brown leather satchel at your feet. Enthusiastically, you opened it to find three of your most important belongings. A safety charm hung from a black leather cord, a book on the inner workings of otherworldly beings, and the tarot deck that you were gifted when you were eleven.

"Thank you! You've been such lovely company and a truly fantastic guide!" 

The dog yipped as a reply.

A soft inner tug pulled your attention back to your tarot deck. Opening the worn, gilded box, the empty card of the Fool sat upright atop the deck.

Is this where I am? The realm of the Fool?

Another yip.

Can you read my thoughts?

Two yips.

A laugh left your lips.

"Does this perhaps mean… that I am the Fool?"

Three yips, now.

"You would be the barking dog, then, correct?"

A full bark.

"Do you have a name?"

An up-and-down nodding movement, along with its left paw placed upon your book, clued you into what the dog was saying.

Opening the book and flipping through the pages, you stopped at the pair displaying your coat on the left and a white canine on the right.

"Ananka?"

A joyful spin before they once again sat intently before you.

"Meaning countless, or infinite."

Another flip of the page, and you were greeted by a breeze laced in sparkles. As you quickly decided to shut the book, you looked to your left.

Rolling off of the cliff was a lavender and violet fog, but instead of radiating danger, it contained significant traces of magic and mischief.

Ananka began walking in its direction, stopping to nod for you to follow.

Nearing the mist, you witnessed the royal colour cascading over a shimmering golden gate. The mist became a deep indigo colour at its base, and flowed into the void past the gate.

A soft woof from beside you drew your attention back to Ananka.

"Is this where we are to go next?"

A beat of silence.

We will not be going together, dear Fool. Only you can complete this journey.

Anxiety began creeping into your heart.

"Will I see you again?"

Of course, we are bound together. I will be there whenever you call for me.

Relief slaughtered the creeping beasts as you steeled yourself to pass through the now open gates.

"Farewell, Ananka."

Farewell, Fool.

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enter the misted gates ->

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taglist: @stories-from-saint-petersburg @kunikinnie @valonava @nakaharaswife @chuuyasboots @livingforteaandorange @exo-lllllll @hnnnnnnnm

masterlists | journey through the realms

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

season of the witch

"The night is still; And the frost bites my face; I wear my silence like a mask; And murmur like a ghost" - halloween by siouxsie and the banshees

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Hello all and welcome to the season of the witch! I've finally decided to launch a halloween event, this one being a collab for my fellow creators to join! Come one and come all into the haunted mansion...

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Running time: 24 August - 16 November

How to participate: Joining is simple! Just fill out the form linked below, and let your coordinator here work their magic!

'season of the witch' collab form A - authors

'season of the witch' collab form B - artists

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General Rules:

-> This will be an sfw only event!

-> All mediums will be accepted for this event! Express your creativity however you would like!

-> There will not be a word min/max for written submissions!

-> while I have created a tag for this event, it is simply for my own organizational purposes -- you are not required to use it! I do ask however, that you tag me in your finished product so I am guaranteed to see it!

-> as stated in the form, if you have any questions, feel free to venture to my ask box or message me!

View the masterlist under the cut!

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☆ - art submissions will have this symbol beside them!

CHURCH AU

Bungou Stray Dogs:

May the Lights Guide us Home (Even if we Don't Deserve it) - @hnnnnnnnmscorner ~ Priest!Fyodor x gn!Reader

DEMON AU

Fate/Grand Order:

☆ Demon King Ravana!Karna - @toumyu

GHOST AU

Bungou Stray Dogs:

How to Survive your Haunted House - @luckievcharm ~ Ghost!Chuuya x gn!Reader

VAMPIRE AU

Bungou Stray Dogs:

The Red is Our Oath, and the Moon Shall Witness - @beandaifuku ~ Vampire!Nikolai x fem!Reader

Tears of Themis:

Thundering Crimson - @thecoffeelovingfreak ~ Vampire!Vyn x gn!Reader

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

Hello! Would it be okay to make a request for the may flowers event? Is it fine to ask for heliotrope with Jamil from Twisted Wonderland? Sorry to bother you, thanks in advance.

Hi! Of course it's okay to make a request! Your ask doesn't bother me either!

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xvi. ~ heliotrope *.♡.* jamil viper

| devotion; faithfulness

how to care for your heliotrope: a - gn!reader x jamil viper b - 212 words c - no warnings

a note from your florist: Good day, lovely client! I hope you enjoy this drabble <3

for the may flowers event (closed!) 💐

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‘Come straight to your room after today's club meeting' was the note that Jamil had found on his desk about two hours earlier in the day.

The golden rays of the setting sun fell almost naturally over the Scarabia dorm. His quiet footsteps rapidly approached the door to his room; a subconscious display of excitement and anticipation.

As he opened the door, he was greeted with the scent of vanilla and cardamom, along with your form seated on the edge of his bed, surrounded with plush pillows. A quizzical look was cast your way as Jamil continued to observe the scene.

Several lit candles were strewn about the surfaces of his room, and a steaming bowl of curry sat atop his desk.

"What is this?" he questioned.

"Well…" you began, rising from your seated position, "you're always so attentive and hard-working, not just to Kalim, but to me as well. You deserve to have that devotion reciprocated… and that's what I have set up for you this evening. It may be a little simple, but-"

Your sentence was cut off by a warm hug from your partner.

"Thank you." he whispered into your neck.

A small smile tugged its way onto your face as you wrapped your arms around him in return.

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

May I graciously request Azul Ashengrotto and Primroses? Feel free to dismiss this request if you have many others you need to write! Have an awesome day or night

Hi anon! Have a lovely day/night yourself <3

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xxxv. - primrose *.♡.* azul ashengrotto

| i can't live without you

how to care for your primrose: a - gn!reader x azul ashengrotto b - 490 words c - some angst

a note from your florist: I am not too confident in this drabble, but I hope you enjoy it regardless!

for the may flowers event (closed!) 💐

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A soft melody echoed throughout the VIP room as Azul sat stewing in his thoughts. You could feel the waves of tension flowing off of him as you sat reading on one of the leather couches, occasionally glancing up to watch him.

"A penny for your thoughts?" he asked.

"How about a dime for yours?" you returned, setting down the book in your hands.

"Hm… deal." he spoke, moving to sit beside you.

You looked at him expectantly, observing his occasional fidgeting.

"I have simply been thinking about you and your… predicaments here. The responsibilities laid at your feet, the constant troublesome behaviours and dangers. Being used by…" he stopped himself, "It is all exhausting, is it not?"

"Yes, it is. Being used by you was especially tiring."

He opened his mouth to attempt to rebuke your statement, but you stood and glared at him – effectively leaving him speechless.

"Why do you try to deny that you've hurt me? You have no problem using others – what is so different about me?"

Silence was your only response.

With a small huff, you left the room.

Fingers ran through silver hair as soon as the door shut.

How do I solve this? 

"You should be honest with them. That is how you solve this." replied a smooth voice from the doorway.

Azul rose with newfound enthusiasm, "Yes, Jade! That is exactly what needs to happen! It's time to share everything with them."

The teal-haired man was greeted by a swift breeze before he could continue speaking.

The rain spilling down outside was unexpected, but it did nothing to deter the housewarden.

A shout of your name sounded above the cacophony of droplets. You turned to look back at Azul, who remained on the last step in front of the Lounge.

"What do you need?" you questioned.

"I need you to listen to me!" he began, his volume loud and tone waving in and out of desperation. "I do not deny that I have hurt you! I am plagued by it day and night – I am constantly thinking of how I could have behaved differently! How I should have never used you and caused this rift between us! You are the most important person in my life, and you mean so much to me that I could never possibly convey it with words! That is why you are so different from the rest! Don't you understand, Y/n? I can't live without you!"

You could not feel the few tears that fell down your cheeks and blended with the rain. You took one step toward him… then another… and another… before running up to his figure and catching him in a kiss. A blush crept onto his cheeks as he tentatively placed his arms around you and reciprocated your kiss. 

"How romantic… kissing in the rain." a certain eel chuckled to himself as he bussed a table.

"Floyd, don't you dare go outside!"

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

the snow's coming down

"winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is time for home." - edith sitwell

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Hello everyone and happy winter/holidays! I wanted to host this event as a way for me to get back into writing, and I figured why not take advantage of my favourite season!

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Running time: 20 November - 20 March (today until spring equinox!)

Event type: drabbles (by prompt & request)

Guide: simply send in your request with one of the 25 prompts and add a character or a small group of your choice! There will be no limit to the drabbles I will write in total, but an individual may only request for 1-3. I may also decline a request if I am not inspired.

The characters for this event will be all of the characters from bungou stray dogs, vanitas no carte, twisted wonderland, castlevania, and tears of themis! I am expanding my rules for this event since I would like to become well-versed in the majority of characters!

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prompts:

i. - dancing in the snowfall

ii. - ice skating

iii. - gift shopping

iiii. - hosting a game night

v. - a winter hike

vi. - baking bread

vii. - baking and decorating cookies

viii. - snowball fight

ix. - reading together by a fire

x. - seeing a ballet

xi. - exchanging gifts

xii. - kissing under the mistletoe

xiii. - tea tasting

xiv. - building a snowman

xv. - dancing together to an old record

xvi. - stringing up lights and pine garland

xvii. - winter photography

xviii. - stargazing

xix. - going on a sleigh ride

xx. - sending a handwritten letter to an old friend

xxi. - drinking hot cocoa and watching the sunset

xxii. - visiting family

xxiii. - making a scrapbook and revisiting the year's memories

xxiv. - watching a fireworks show

xxv. - kissing at the stroke of midnight

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

requested by: @tinkerblunder

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xix. - iris *.♡.* malleus draconia

| your friendship means so much to me

how to care for your iris: a - gn!reader x malleus draconia b - 344 words c - no warnings

a note from your florist: I really enjoyed coming up with my own lore for this one; I have a love for world-building after all! I hope you like this drabble as well, dear client ;)

for the may flowers event (closed!) 💐

~~~

The stars twinkled above your figure, laying in the chilled grass. A crescent moon floated in the sky, almost observing the forest surrounding you and the crumbled pillars to your left. Another figure laid to your right, and the fireflies dancing around him cast a delicate glow over his features. 

"Do you know where we are right now?" he asked you quietly.

"No, I do not." you replied, turning your head in his direction.

"According to Lilia, this was the site of a King's rise and fall over four-hundred years ago. He was known as Aris the Daring, and he had a reputation for being a noble opponent but a somewhat lousy ruler."

"Did Lilia know him personally?"

"Yes, he did. He stated that he was a charismatic yet sneaky friend, who won the hearts of the people despite his lack of knowledge about the political schemes that occurred behind closed doors. He was assassinated by that very ignorance." Malleus finished, rising to a seated position.

You hummed in response as you sat up next to him a moment later.

"What kind of ruler do you think I will be?" he teased.

"I think you will be an exceptional leader. You are a formidable opponent and you are extremely competent and perceptive as well." you answered truthfully, "You have many people in your corner who are not scheming to assassinate you either, so I think that helps."

A light chuckle left his lips at your joke before he turned to meet your eyes. A soft adoration crept into his gaze as a gentle breeze flew by.

"Your friendship means so much to me, Y/n." he admitted, choosing to ditch his usual nickname for you; a sign that this statement was not something to receive lightly.

"You mean a lot to me as well, Malleus." you spoke, returning the sentiment.

An even deeper smile blossomed on his face as a firefly landed on your nose.

Many other words sat on the tips of his tongue, but they would have to wait for another night.