#transmigration

[shijiujun]

The Transmigration Starter Pack

Confusion + Disbelief > Shock + Reluctance > Helplessness > Anger

— Love Game in Eastern Fantasy 永夜星河 (2024) | EPS. 01-03

[heardofit]

Read Chapter 31 of I've Heard of It

[vroomian]

local transmigrator extremely worried about her next assignment

[clairewritesfanfics]

Inside an Otoge: Mister Dragon, Let Me Love You Chapter 1

Pairing: Dragon!Sylus x Non-MC!Reader

Series Masterlist <<read the synopsis and trigger warnings first>>

Synopsis: A depressed, transmigrated fan dedicates their life worshipping their favorite character. (Because not everyone can be a badass like MC.)

Trigger Warnings: depression, mentions of self-harm and suicide attempts

Imagine being a depressed and overworked person, on the brink of throwing away your life, when your attempt is interrupted by an ad of Sylus' voice saying, "I adore you. There is no love purer than mine." Broken and alone, the words of a fictional character sends you to tears and you stop yourself from doing the unthinkable.

Finding hope again, if only in the brief moments spent playing a dating sim, you decided to give life a chance. You continued with the same routine, waking up, going to work, eating the same cheap meals from the convenience store and finding happiness with your favorite character. You used any spare money you had to buy Sylus merch and get all his cards. Life wasn't perfect, but you were content.

Until one day, you were sucked into a mysterious wormhole that transported you to a familiar, otherworldly room filled with rare metals, sparkling jewels and all sorts of weapons. 

Lying on a bed of velvet is a back that is all too familiar.

You’ve taken over a hundred photos of that back and have memorized every vein, every muscle, even the way the spine dips oh so deliciously. 

Is this heaven? Paradise?

A place that grants all your hedonistic desires?

Did God take pity on your pathetic existence and decided to give you a second chance?

No, this is probably a dream–”Ow!” You pinch yourself a little too hard. Nope, not a dream.

You glance at your hands and body, you are still you. In the game, this part should be when the Main Character attempts an assassination, but you aren’t the MC here. There is a chance–no, the probability of you dying here is as good as 99%. You have no powers, no system, skill or cheat to help you here. 

But if you were going to die, at least you can go on your own terms.

“Um, excuse me? Hello?” 

The dragon says nothing and you opt to crawl towards him. “Mister Dragon? Are you awake?” Knowing that death is almost certain, you decide to throw away all inhibitions and reach out to trace the curve of his spine. “Hello–!”

His cold, spiked tail wraps around your waist until the tip rests on your chest. You cannot help but gasp when your favorite turns to face you.

No 3D rendered model or painting from your world could capture even a tenth of the true thing's magnificence. Official sources said he was 6'2", but the real thing looks like he surpassed two meters. He towered over you completely. Maybe it isn’t height alone but his very aura that makes you feel so small. 

He is so beautiful. 

“My, what do we have here? A stray puppy?”

That voice is as smooth and deep as melted chocolate. You want to thank God, Buddha, Satan and all other powerful entities for letting you witness this moment. 

He stares down at you, assessing everything. If you had known you’d end up here you would’ve taken a bath and worn something better. 

“How odd. You have no magic power and you lack any muscle that most assassins and warriors have. It’s almost as if you’re an ordinary person.”

Okay, ouch. But he isn’t wrong. 

You raise both hands. “You’re right, I’m as average as they come.” 

“Then tell me what an ‘average’ citizen such as yourself wanted with me.”

You tilt your head in thought before answering, “I wanted to meet you.”

“Surely, you’re joking.”

“I’m perfectly serious.”

“You must take me for a fool.”

“No, I truly did want to meet you.” 

“Why are you here? Surely, you didn’t come here to die.”

“No.” Though you were prepared. “I just wanted to see you.”

The fiend watches you closely. His eyes can pierce through any lie, but your gaze is as clear as a cloudless sky and without a trace of deception. He is unsure how to feel about this.

“You’re quite bold. But an ordinary person wanting to meet me for the sake of it feels too odd to be true. Quite stupid, even. Did it ever occur to you that I may not be so polite and just end up taking your heart?”

You raise your head, steady and unfearful as you ask, “Will taking my heart make you happy?” 

You want to tell him that every part of you belongs to him now, but even you would cringe at such cheesiness. You decide to be normal about this. “If my organs will make you happy then take them, but I do have a request.” You wriggle closer. “When you take my heart, please look into my eyes until I die.”

You’ve met your favorite, your savior. In a way, Sylus gave you a second chance at life. It seemed only fitting to perish with him being the last thing you see. 

Sylus stares at you with guarded curiosity. “I’ve never met someone so eager to die before. Either that or you are an excellent liar.” Some humans are trickier than others, they will say anything to get the upper hand. 

“Don’t get cocky, human.” His tail tightens around you. “I don’t know what you’re planning but it’d be all too easy to kill you.”

He expects you to resist, to scream or cry or seduce him. 

Instead, you cover your mouth, the edges curling upwards despite your efforts to appear serious. But it’s not your fault, he’s so cute when he tries to be menacing! You have no doubt that he’d just kill an NPC, but he will always be attractive to you, even as he threatens to rip your heart out.

“This is no laughing matter. Dragons are territorial, you should’ve thought twice before trespassing into my domain.”

“Sy–ahem, Mister Dragon, please remember my request when you end my life.”

“... I’m really going to do it.”

“I know!” You nod your head vigorously, the grin you try so hard to suppress looks ridiculous to him. Compared to throwing yourself in front of a train or overdosing on pills, this is your ideal way to die.

“...” 

“...”

“... tsk.” He releases you and you can’t help but miss the feeling of his tail choking you. Oh, well. 

“Mister Dragon?”

He returns to lying on his treasures, back turned away from you. 

Not wanting him to think that you were going to backstab him, you get down on all fours and crawl towards the fancy bed. “Sir Dragon?” 

He remains silent.

"Amazing, extraordinary, most handsome and venerable Lord Dragon–”

"Enough. Don't call me those embarrassing titles." He sighs and proceeds to give you his name. In the game's canon, the MC couldn't pronounce his name properly and called him Sylus instead. But the MC and Sylus have yet to meet.

Before you are two choices: 1) use his proper name, or 2) pretend that you can't pronounce it and ask to use "Sylus" instead. With the first option, there would be a connection between the two of you due to being the only person alive who knows his name. With the latter, you'd be stealing a defining moment for the heroine. Either way, the consequences will result in you forming a bond with Sylus.

The dragon waits for you to reply.

There is no need to complicate things, so you beam stupidly. "Your name is kind of hard to pronounce... can I just call you 'Sylus' instead?"

"Do what you want."

"Thanks."

“This is the part where you tell me your name.” He can’t believe he was teaching etiquette to a human.

“Er, right.” You give him your name. Though with that voice, he can call you whatever he wants.

“I won’t stop you so go back the way you came and leave me be.”

“I can’t.”

“This isn’t a request. Get out while I’m still being patient.”

“I mean, I literally can’t. I’m not from this place and I don’t know how to get back home.” To be frank, you have little interest in returning. Aside from the next LADS update, you aren’t going to miss anything. No friends, no family, only superiors who took advantage of you and a cold, barren apartment with a rent that was two months due. 

Sylus sighs and rolls over. He lays an arm over his torso, looking gorgeous as he looks at you with eyes full of disdain. “Trying to get me to pity you, isn’t going to work.”

“I’m not.” You don’t need his or anybody else’s pity. You are simply tired, and you were sick of pretending that you aren’t. When Sylus does lose his temper, then at least you could be honest in your final moments. 

Part 2: here Masterlist: here

Edit: Had to tweak the part where Sylus gives his name to Y/N.

[casuallyanidiot]

Imagine...

tw. yandere, death, general creepy stuff

You are a yandere author's muse! Every time he closes his eyes, he can only think of pure poetry. He can practically taste the words he'll put to paper when he looks at you, and he has to stop himself from groaning when the two of you speak. You have no idea how much self restraint he has when he could, in theory, bend you over on any nearest surface and have his way with you.

Instead yandere author settles for hunching over his desk late into the night. He knows that you don't like him all that well. He's heard you describe him as weird and creepy, but he doesn't mind. Not when he writes you to say such loving things in his stories. In fact, all his works are based on you. Your appearance, morals, personality were all imbued into the main character of the latest novel that was sitting in his drafts. Of course, he was the Male Lead, and he would spend night after night crafting a tale of how you would fall madly in love with him.

One day, however, you get hit by a truck.

Yandere author is devastated by this. He can barely see as he stumbles home that day. His eyes are blurred with tears, and his heart bleeds with untold prose and letters that he had yet to pen to you. He needs to hear your voice, to see your vibrant smile once again. So, he opens his unfinished story in order to find a modicum of comfort.

However when he looks over his writing, he realizes that something has... changed. It's like the character he based off of you has a mind of it's own. They're acting all wrong. They're not sticking to the lines he wrote, and he can see words on the paper writing themselves as your character seemingly reacts to the plot. He's confused, but he decides to write a little on the page to see what happens.

When he tries to have his character kiss yours, your character rejects it.

Yandere Author is giddy after this. He's not sure how, but somehow, someway, you, not just your character, no you had ended up living and breathing within the pages of his notebook. He knows it's crazy, but he doesn't care. Not when he can have you with a few strokes of a pen now.

Continuation Here

[evreluns]

i dont know, my mind never shut up—

Imagine, self aware lads au, but with a mix of.. creator au like in genshin and honkai star rail?

Imagine, You, a college student that almost finished your last year. A smart, beautiful and talented person you are. (im tired with depressed reader, i need some perfect reader stereotype guys), yet you are interested with this popular game in your campus, love and deepspace. You are not that oblivious with the game anw

Imagine, you, tried to play the game. You were having fun, to see handsome and gentlemen guy (not like those boys who tried to approach you and ask you on a date).

Imagine, you, one day, playing the game, and the game started to be weird— like wtf you mean you know what i wear today?? You are scared that your game is going to be like the self aware au at ao3, wattpad or tumblr—

Imagine, you, one day, you are asleep in your study desk. Only for you to wake up at nowhere like in N109 zone or whatever place you at.

Imagine, you, being the self aware itself to know that you stuck in a otome game, and they are in fact self aware— search a job.

Imagine, you, found a job at some café (you have some sense of survival, and you are typically not the oblivious type).

Imagine, you, one day, encountered with one of the love interest— or instead ALL of it in once????? You have a heart attack for sure. And they were like 'I/We found you, Creator." What in the SAGAU and SAHSRAU is this shit is???

Imagine, you, and those love interest— even the MC simping over you. Everyday, coming to the café just to flirt you and ask; "how are you doing, Mighty Creator?" Or simply asking you to leave the job bcs they can provide you and worship you much better.

Idk, but we are sure not going to have threesome only, we are going to SEVENSOME, or EIGHTSOME (counted with upcoming love interest later).

Im not going to write this shit, thx.

edit; new idea, make the player to have some abnormal features and power like silver hair and glowing eyes or whatever

[4-the-l0ve-0f-art]

Isekai'd Non-MC!Reader... Who has to seduce the MC in order to save the world.

Your life was in shambles. One day, you were yearning to meet your favorite pixel men, the next, you were in an accident and God (Astra..?) was telling you that you were dead. And you were being sent to the very world you had been dreaming of for ages.

But it wasn't supposed to be like this. You weren't supposed to meet them like this.

A thorn in the eyes of the men you loved with your whole heart, being forced to take away what was supposed to be their happiness, their woman.

You had no choice.

"Her reincarnation cycle will end the moment she declares her love. She will die a cruel death, leaving him behind, stripped of their chances to find each other. He will aimlessly live through multiple lives, doomed to lose himself in the emptiness of a world without her."

Or so you were told.

A horrible ending to the story you had grown to love so much. And now, you were being forced to prevent it from happening.

The only way to do so was to stop her from declaring her love to them. And to achieve that, you had to keep them apart, no matter what, and never let them get too close. But of course, that was easier said than done, especially when the entire world revolved around them.

You had to replace him. Keep her occupied. Get close, too close for comfort, a thorn wedged between eternal love. The very love you dreamed of being in. The very men you yearned for.

The very men who looked like they wanted to kill you. Every moment you were next to her, their perfect woman, smart, strong, capable. The finest of hunters. Someone you thought you could never be, their ideal partner.

Every training session you interrupted, every check up you accompanied her to, every "coincidental" run-in you had with them at the cafe, the arcade, the movies, the beaches.

You slowly weaseled your way into every aspect of her life. Her best friend.

You watched as they inevitably got closer. Oh, how you envied them. Envied her. But you could never hate her, no, because you saw why they loved her. You had grown to love her too. Not as they did, but as a friend you had gotten to know overtime.

A friend who was trying to replace her fated soulmate, so that they could die a peaceful death in this life and find each other in the next one again. A lost soul who was forced to prevent a tragic ending to the very story they had wished to be in.

Fate worked in a funny way.

Bonus

I think the only way to prevent them from getting together would be to replace one of them. But MC is already an established protagonist, so you can't replace her. And the LADS men have unwavering love for her, so seducing them is out of the picture. The next best solution? Becoming a (fake?) love interest yourself! You technically end up dating her anyway in order to replace them since there's no other way to prevent love, aside from love itself.

A/N- this had been torturing my mind for like 2 hours now... I had to get it out. I'll see myself out LMAOO (If you catch me crying no you didn't)

On a side note, this sort of stemmed from the idea of me seeing myself falling for mc too if I was in the LADS men's place as a bi woman. But then it turned into unwelcomed angst haha 💗 haha..

If anyone who read this makes a fic using this concept please tag or dm me!! I would love to read it ヾ(´︶`♡)ﾉ

[babylacedream]

saved by the colonel

pairing: yandere!caleb x f!bunny reader

summary: you have been transmigrated as a bunny in the dark ages. who would think that the colonel would be so interested in a bunny...

You had just gotten used to the everyday life of being in your middle 20s as a woman in the 20th century. Working your butt off for your bosses each day. It was tough, but anything for money, right?

When you woke, you realized how close the ground was to you. You were small in height but not this tiny. You looked around to see a small white paw in your vision.

'What the hell? Bunny paws?'

You had realized these paws were yours. You had become a bunny. A dwarf bunny, nonetheless. How unlucky could you be? You knew when you barely saw any modern building in sight. You were in the medieval ages.

You were stuck as a bunny in the medieval ages. It would only get a lot worse for you.

You were currently running for your life. These tiny legs were not helpful! When you were backed into a corner by the snake, you thought this was it. These meaningless minutes of your new bunny life were over.

Suddenly, the snake started curling up and violently shaking before your bunny-sized pink nose. You closed your eyes in fear. All you could hear was the crunching sound of bones breaking, and then the struggle of the snake ended.

You slowly open your eyes to see a tall man with black hair and purple eyes. This man wearing a Colonel uniform looked terrifying. His eyes gleamed at the sight of you, making his stare intimidating.

“What do we have here?”

The man carefully picked you up and safely placed you on his black-gloved hand. The man gently caressed your floppy, long white ear, making you shiver.

“It seems I’ve captured quite a beauty.”

[carrot-felisidad]

Head Canon that Interpeak relations in Cang Qiong mountain was bad until the Peak Lords witnessed the broship of Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua

Before SQQ's qi deviation, the peak lords only communicate during meetings, and these meetings are mostly called by the then only transmigrator—SQH.

You think LQG and QQQ are close? No. They hate the same person but in different ways. They don't really talk about it together. MQF is a natural worrywart, but is not really friendly. Don't get me started with YQY, who is only irritatingly diplomatic (I get SJ's irritation tbh) but aloof.

Since the immortal alliance incident, the peak lords notice Shang Qinghua's often visitation to the grieving Shen Qingqiu. "What a nice martial brother." So they do the same, bringing SQQ gifts and kind words. Sometimes they catch one another in the Bamboo House, so SQH urges them to stay and have tea with Shen Shixiong. The more the merrier, he says. "What a good philosophy!"

Inevitably, they notice their deep friendship. How bizarre. None of them are friends on such a level. Maybe they should befriend neighboring peaks? An Ding and Qing Jing are geographically close, maybe that's why they're such besties.

During stuffy meetings, the two would giggle on their own musings, speaking the language they developed on their own (that's what besties do, right?). That alone would subtly break the tension.

When SQH leads the meeting, SQQ would raise his hand to insert unnecessary but funny quips, leading them to think that perhaps they can put fun in work.

When a peak lord is angry at something (like overwork or personal issues) SQH and SQQ would approach them after the meeting to ask them for more details. They hear them call it "bestie debriefing" or "juicy tea" whatever that is. Communicating with this peak lord in this way improves the situation more often than not. The angry peak lord (usually WQW or MQF) would also feel better for the attention.

The book always shows SQH and LQG visiting the bamboo house but not the other way around, so it looks like the Bamboo house has become a cafe of some sort. Other peak lords visit Shen Qingqiu to "check up on his emotional and physical constitution", and end up talking about books, beasts, rumors—anything fun, really. SQH now calls it the Bamboo Café, the others secretly and sappily calls it the House of Friends. (SQQ and SQH found out about it and they both cringed. But hey, they love their martial siblings)

[shijiujun]

Gentle Reminder: You currently score at -200%.

— Love Game in Eastern Fantasy 永夜星河 (2024) | EP. 04

[nightingalescall]

God's Perfect Lamb

Kingdom of Ebreau:

Prologue(you are here)|part 1|part 2|part 3

"OH MY GOD!!!!!"

You screamed as you free fell from the sky. The wind whistled pass you, whipping your hair and slapping your cheeks until they stung. You flailed about, thrashing your arms and legs in the air, desperately hoping to slow your descend into inevitable doom.

This day could not get any weirder. You thought the day when you got transmigrated into this world took first place in that department but fate took that as a challenge and proceeded to completely and utterly prove you wrong. The day you got here, at least you were safely lying in an open field on the outskirts of the city, unlike now where you were falling to your death from the sky.

You had endured a great amount of hardship during your stay in this world. You know all those stories about someone getting transmigrated into a parallel world as a noble or wealthy merchant or maybe even a royal? Well, you didn't get that privilege. You weren't placed into the body of a princess, a duchess, a countess or.....anybody, to be honest. You were just you. Plain old (y/n). So the idea living a life of luxury and comfort was thrown straight out the window at that revelation. You had nothing with you. No money, no property, no status. You had to start from the ground up if you have wanted to survive in this new world.

But that wasn't the biggest problem. By "nothing", that includes having no form of identification. You're not sure if it's just a subject of it never being brought up in those novels or if identification just wasn't a thing in those world, but in this one, it was a serious issue.

Having neither a place to stay nor enough money to buy one, you were forced onto the streets until you had the finances to own one. So it wasn't unexpected when the authorities took notice of you and brought you to their headquarters to give you necessary aid. It was all going well until they found out they had absolutely no record on you in their database. That's when they became hostile and grilled you to no end.

You couldn't just say you were from another universe and you had no information to based any lies on so many of their question were met with a silent stare or a soft "um".

In the end, they decided to label you a person of interest and should be kept under surveillance since they had no dirt on you to convict or pardon any crimes you may have potentially committed (even though you didn't). You were both relieved and surprised at the conclusion they came to since even you, yourself were convinced they were going to throw you in jail.

With no charges pressed on you, you were free to go. But where though? You were still homeless, jobless and penniless. Pitying you, they ended up giving you the help they initially planned on giving. They gave you a job.

And that's how you ended up as their errand girl. Any trivial or simple matters such as relaying messages to guards, sending documents to scribes and then retrieving them, delivering packages to and from the headquarters etc etc. It was an easy job so the low pay wasn't a surprise. It was barely enough for the small house you rented a few blocks away from headquarters. However, you were given food and allowed to eat with the guards at headquarters everyday as long as you remained their errand girl so that saves you the money and worry of getting enough to eat. It was a win-win situation for both parties. You get a job and the guards can always keep on eye on you. Thus, even with little to no money to your name, you settled into your new life in this world.

It's been more than a year since your transmigration and to be honest..... You were sick of this place. Remember the aforementioned win-win situation? Yeah, that was only in the beginning. As time went on and your suspicion has pretty much been cleared up, you were still stuck with doing this minimum wage job (if that was even a concept in this world). Just because you were getting by with this job doesn't mean you were happy with it. You only had enough for daily necessities. It's already been a long time since you've arrived here and you had not once enjoyed any type of indulgence in that time gap. Just work, work, work. Those damned guards keep saying you still need to be under surveillance but you knew well that they were just trying to keep you around to do their bidding. Honestly, what kind of guard lets a potential fugitive into their room to get something for them? You knew they trusted you. That's why they wanted you to stay as their little helper.

So here you are now. In the middle of the night, on your way back to headquarters after helping deliver a package to the biggest temple in the country, the Temple of Sonnet. This world, or at least Ebreau in particular, was a country of strong faith. They are a religious country where every citizen worshiped Calerus. Though his title may vary from person to person, it’s always some form of wealth and gold so most people call him the God of Prosperity.

With religion being such as important part of the kingdom, it wasn't surprising when you found out the temple worked in close relation with the imperial palace. The Royal family of Ebreau collaborated with the Temple of Sonnet in both political and cultural aspect. Organising nationwide celebrations, meeting with diplomats from afar, anything that are related to the affairs of the country, chances are both parties are involved. Basically, you mess with the temple, you mess with the Royal family. So definitely not someplace you like hanging about at, lest you want to accidentally offend someone and get a ticket straight to getting-your-head-chopped-off town.

The cold breeze of the night sent shivers down your spine as it blew into your thin clothing. You rubbed your hands together, desperately trying to warm them up but to no avail. You scurried through the courtyard quickly, making your way back to the entrance of the temple. It was relatively silent, saved for your footsteps and the distant sound of flowing water from a fountain somewhere.

Thankfully, the walk was a short one. Reaching the opened gate of the entrance, you walked past the two statues of Calerus at each side of the gate and out back onto the familiar cobble walkway. You snuck a few glances at the white statues of the god of this kingdom as you passed by.

Even in the dim moonlight, you could see the white marble eyes of the statue staring down at you, its mouth curved downward as both hands were outstretched to the side with white round discs made to look like gold coins pouring out of its hands and onto the base of the statue.

This was how the people of Ebreau depicted their God. Sharp eyes casted downwards, overseeing and observing their every move, his hands overflowing with gold, symbolising his absolute authority over the wealth in the land.

You stood, staring at the statue as you were reminded of the saying of the people.

Calerus, the prosperous.

Calerus, the strategist.

Calerus, the omnipresent.

Calerus, the all knowing.

Calerus, the god of Ebreau.

"All is within his hand. Follow his plan and golden rain shall pour at your journey's end."

...

"Tch."

You clicked your tongue as you turned away abruptly from the statue and continued on your way back. A look of disdain plastered on your face as you marched off from the temple.

The more you thought about how worshiped Calerus was and how many praises the people sang for him, the more angry you got. You weren't jealous. No, you weren't some narcissist with a god complex who wanted this sort of treatment. Of course not. What you were pissed about was how Ebreauans talk about how everything in life was Calerus' work. His plan, so to speak that allowed you to prosper and succeed. They claim that all challenges are obstacles on a path towards prosperity that Calerus has specifically chosen for someone.

"Everything has a purpose and meaning."

Well, personally, you though it was pretty nonsense.

If this god of theirs was so smart and crafty, if everything truly happened according to his plan then why the heck were you here? Why were you here in this fantasty world? What purpose did He bring you here for? And why has that "purpose" not shown itself even after you've been thrown here for almost 2 years?!?!

In your mind, Calerus is nothing but a liar and a fraud. Where's the prosperity He promised? What did He have planned? Did He even have anything planned??

You were angry and with good reasons. The people you've met here have been telling you that Calerus has something planned for you even if you're not from Ebreau since day one. They assured you that He will look over you, even if you're not a follower. Yet, you've been met with nothing but problems and hardships during your stay here. And worse, you don't see it ever becoming better.

"What a scam."

You mumbled under your breath and scoffed.

"Ugh..Huh?"

You groaned softly as you suddenly felt lightheaded. You legs got weak and you began to wobble, stumbling forward a few steps. You pressed your hand to you head, applying pressure to both of your temples. Nausea seizes your body as you gagged.

"Huhg..!"

The world spun around you and the ground below your feet felt like it disappeared as you lost your footing. You fell forward and braced for impact.

But it never came.

...?

You slowly regain control as the short-lived dizziness subsides. The disorientation passes and you now realised the odd position you're in. You're...Floating? Your face was hovering several inches away from the ground despite your hands not supporting your upper body. And when did the streets of Ebreau get so....White and fluffy? In fact, they looked like cloud-

"Heretic."

A deep voice suddenly rumbled in your ears and your head shot up. A man with shoulder length grey hair stood before you, his golden eyes piercing into your soul as he spoke with authority. He donned black robes that exposed only his left arm and part of his chest. Golden streaks also lined themselves along the right sleeves and tails of the robe. He seemed.... Ethereal. Godly even.

Wait....Godly?

"C-calerus?”

You stuttered in fear and disbelief.

“One did not expect to be recognised by thou so quickly. Peculiar for a non believer."

Calerus suddenly lifted his right hand and flicked two of his fingers upwards. That's when you felt a force tugged you up from behind and you hung in midair in front of the god.

"Uwah!" You yelped at the sudden yank. Before you could even recompose yourself, Calerus continued speaking again.

"And to not posses any ounce of humility. Calling one by mine name. Who does thou think thou art?"

You felt a force wrap itself around your neck before squeezing. You gasped and grasped at the invisible force, desperate for it to let go or at least loosen. You choked.

"cough! Stop! P-cough!"

You pleaded as you gasped for air.

"Why would one do that?"

You continued to cough as the force squeezed tighter. You were gonna die. Oh god, you were gonna die. In panic, you blurted out whatever came to mind.

"Because, cough, you still, gasp, owe me!!"

The grip around your neck disappeared and you fell onto the soft ground (if it even was ground). You gasped and coughed. Your lungs greedily sucking in air now that your airways were opened again. That relief was short-lived however as the next moment, you felt a hand grabbed onto your jaw and forced your gaze up.

Calerus stared coldly into your eyes as he spoke.

"Elaborate."

You panicked. You just said that on a whim. Surely, you weren't actually going to ask for compensation from a god....right? There was no way you were going to pull though with what you just said.

The fire inside Calerus' golden eyes told you to do so otherwise, though. You swallowed before slowly speaking.

"You....You brought me here. Why? Why separate me from my family? Why separate me from my friends?"

Calerus raised an eyebrow.

"Bring thou here? To punish thee, of course. Thou spoke ill of mine name."

You shook your head.

"No. I meant, bring me to this world. To Ebreau. What reason do you have?"

Calerus fell silent. He seemed to be lost in thought. You waited agonisingly long before he spoke.

"So it is thou. Thou art the otherworldly traveler, yes?"

Otherworldly? Yes. Traveler? No. Kidnapping victim would be more accurate. Though, you simply nod at his question. It was close enough, you suppose.

He released you jaw and backed away. His gaze blank and devoid of emotion as he raised his hand again. You felt a soft tug this time and you were gently helped up onto your feet.

?

It..Worked?

Calerus sighed before saying,"It would indeed seem one has forgotten about thy needs after thou came to mine kingdom."

Your eyes widen in surprise at his confession

"One will give thee the compensation thou deserves."

"Wait, really?" You couldn't hold back your astonishment.

Calerus stayed quiet as you asked and you felt cold sweat rolled down your face, thinking your question may have angered him.

His gaze went down onto the ground for a brief moment before flicking back up to you.

"Yes. However, know that one was not the being that brought thee to this land."

You tilted your head. "You're not?"

"No. One merely accepted thy visit to mine kingdom."

"Then...Who did?" You asked, the words rolling off your tongue slowly

"Mine....Equal. A ruler of another land far from mine."

Your head was spinning from this revelation. Some other god brought you here? Why? And why let you stay under another god's rule? Before you could ask, Calerus had began to speak again.

"One is not enlightened with the reason why thou has been brought here but one admits fault for neglecting thee after accepting thee as one's own. As such..."

Calerus stepped forward, his steps firm and steady. He raised his right hand to his mouth before biting his index finger. A small wound appeared on his skin and you saw golden blood begin to seep out from the opening. He stretched out his right arm as he made his way towards you.

"W-what are you doing?" You fumbled over your words as you backed away in horror, clutching your hands over your chest.

But Calerus was faster.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of you, finger pressing on your forehead. You felt the warm liquid dripping down your forehead as your eyes opened wide in fear, terrified at what he was going to do to you.

He began to chant.

"Might of the northern spirit, wisdom of the southern dragon, divinity of the elements of the east and west, hear one."

You wanted to pull away from his hand but be it fear or some other unknown force, you couldn't as you stayed rooted in place, breathing heavily from anxiety. If the god before you noticed your petrified state, he surely paid it no mind as he continued.

"Let the earth know that the power of gold shall have a vessel to call its own. Let the people rejoice for a vassal of Calerus, the Prosperous Lord shall walk among them. May the world celebrate the birth of mine lamb."

His finger left your forehead for a split second before it came back, colliding with your forehead as he flicked his finger against it. A surge of power shot into your head from his fingertip and spread throughout your body. The sheer magnitude of the force made you almost black out as your vision clouded with dark spots. As if you also suddenly got punched, you were propelled backwards, stumbling and struggling to catch yourself.

You felt yourself stepping on air and lost your balance, falling backwards. The ground(clouds?) had disappeared behind you, opening a small hole that let you fall through. You reached out your hand in a desperate attempt to hold onto something but to no avail.

You fell. Down and down until you could see that the "ground" you were standing on was indeed clouds in the sky. The sky. Calerus peeked his head over the edge, observing you as you fell with the same stoic look on his face. Just before he went out of hearing range, you heard him speak.

"One will be in touch."

He disappeared from view.

Now, back to the present, you were falling to your death, screaming and crying as you begged Calerus for mercy. Where's the compensation?! Was everything just now a trick?! Did you get scammed again?!

Tears rolled out of your eyes and flew into the air as you cried in fear, leaving behind trails of water droplets following your descend.

You sobbed as realisation kicked in that nobody was going to save you, as hopelessness consumed you to the point of not being able to think anymore.

The ground got closer and closer as the seconds ticked by. You closed your eyes which were still overflowing with tears, submitting to your faith and praying the impact will immediately kill you so you won't have to suffer in pain.

Goodbye.

"Ugh!"

You groaned as the impact came. Your back collided with the ground and you were....OK? You were in some pain but nothing too bad. In fact, the pain was already passing now.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and blinked away the tears still trapped inside. It was daytime already. How much time has passed? You looked around and saw petals of different hues falling down before landing on the dirt beside you. Above you, a tree with yellow leaves swayed gently, its branches lightly bouncing up and down while its yellow leaves, detached from their place on the branch, fell softly down and landed on your face. It seemed you fell through the tree just now. That would explain the tears on the hem of your sleeves.

Aurum trees?

Propping yourself up into a sitting position, you stared up as you wondered. While not rare or particularly hard to care for, aurum trees are only planted within temples of Ebreau due its yellow leaves. They are the only type of trees in Ebreau that grew leaves of that shade of yellow. A yellow similar to gold while not being being fully golden coloured. The colour yellow symbolises wealth in Ebreau and thus, indirectly their god, Calerus. They are a symbol of the divine hence why aurum trees are only grown in temples.

Then, that raises the question. Why were you at a temple?

You lowered your gaze from the tree and you nearly gasped from the scene in front of you. You were sitting in the middle of a flowerbed that consisted of various types of flowers with different hues for each one. Not far from you, rows of nuns and monks knelt in an orderly matter, faces all shocked and astonished. Some had their hands clasped together while some were covering their, what you assume to be, gaping mouths. Hushed whispers erupted as they stared and observed you. You even made eye contact with some of the nuns and monks in which all turned away immediately with flushed cheeks.

What's going on? Did you intrude on something? Oh no....

Before your thoughts could spiral any further, a tall shadow suddenly loomed over you. Your head snapped upwards as you met eyes with the figure, a man dressed in white robes with golden embellishments around the collar and hem of the sleeves. His eyes were purple, like amethysts. Under the sunlight, his long blonde hair seemed glossy, shiny even as it draped over his shoulders while he towered over you. Despite his intimidating stance, a soft smile was present on his face as the tails of his eyes curved upwards slightly, giving the impression of a kind and good hearted soul.

The man knelt down, his sleeves fluttering gently due to the breeze. That's when you got a better look at his face. He looked familiar...

It wasn't until that soft and silky voice of his poured out of his mouth when you realised who he was.

"Hello, Messiah. We've been expecting your arrival." He placed his hand on his chest and bowed his head at you. "I am Saint Zephyr Venrose. Representing the temple of Sonnet, the esteemed imperial family and the whole of Ebreau, I humbly welcome you." He lifted his head and smiled. Your breath got caught in your throat as he confirmed your suspicions.

Zephyr Venrose. One of the few saints in all of Ebreau and head of the temple of Sonnet. Closely associated with the royals of the kingdom and is a man of power within the boarders of Ebreau. He often gives speeches given his position as head of the biggest temple in the country during festive events. That's where you've heard his voice the couple of times you were passing by or, if you were in a good mood, listening to him talk. You've never been able to get a good look at his face since you were always pushed back by the crowd so you didn't recognise him at first glance. However, now with his face inches away from yours, you could see every last detail of his features and you must admit, you understood why the folks liked him so much.

Zephyr must surely be blessed in his appearance.

You froze in place as you stared in surprise at him, wondering why he was talking to you and processing his words.

Did he just call you Messiah?

Zephyr noticed your silence and your staring. He adverted his eyes as his gaze dropped down towards the ground while he smiled to himself.

?

You tilted your head to the side in confusion at the sight.

Zephyr coughed lightly before his arms reached towards you. You gasped as he suddenly picked you up bridal style from the flowerbed. Not used to being held like this, you gripped onto his robe for support. Your face contorted in worry and anxiety as you looked at the ground, afraid of being dropped.

Zephyr, of course, took notice of your panic and in response, tightened his grip on you, pulling you closer to him. As you felt his fingers pressing into your skin more tightly, you looked up at him, surprised he realised your concerns so quickly.

He smiled warmly at you as he leaned down, closing the gap between your faces even more. His blonde hair brushing and tickling your face as he whispered into your ear. "Don't be afraid, Miss Messiah. I will never let you fall." His hot breath hit your earlobe and you felt your heart skipped a beat. He pulled away before walking with you in his arms towards the rows of nuns and monks.

"Rejoice, my brothers and sisters for our Savior has come. Our God has delivered us our salvation. May glory be with his name for all eternity."

Zephyr announced loudly and his words were met with echoes of response from the other devotees.

"May he reign supreme!"

Your head felt like it was going to explode with all this information. Was this....Was this the compensation Calerus meant? To be his hands and eyes as you walk along the common folks? To be loved and praised like how he is? To be worshiped? You felt dizzy from being bombarded by this revelation.

You looked back up at Zephyr, hoping he could shed some more light on this predicament you found yourself in. However, you swallowed your words the moment you looked into his purple irises.

Zephyr was known for his gentle and endearing nature. Some say he's the embodiment of kindness. He's the type of person people can't help but be drawn towards due to the sense of security he gives and the tranquil aura he possesses. That was your initial impression of him too.

But looking at him now, you wondered if you were wrong.

With the closeness between you two, you could see the the subtle shade of pink on his cheeks and the flushing redness at the tip of his ears. His breathing fanned your face and you noticed how quick and shallow his breaths were. His fingers went from pressing firmly into your skin to digging themselves into your thighs and waist. Then, if you looked hard enough, you could see him swallowing occasionally.

And last but not least, you couldn't help but notice his eyes that had always been filled with warmth and tenderness seemed....

Crazed.

~✟~

A prologue/world building chapter for my future yandere stories taking place in this universe. If you spot any mistakes, please do point them out so I can correct them and give everyone the best reading experience! Especially with Calerus' old English(?) part, I'm still not sure when to use thee and when to use thou. I only did some basic research on Google.(T_T)

[bluebellles]

"i'll sell, I'll sell my whole to you; what's my, what's my price? how about, how about just a part of you?"

a lemurian's bond is a tether, an oath rafayel bears like a blessing. what happens if he betrays it?

pairing: rafayel x reader / rafayel x non!mc reader but also not ... form your own conclusions

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, isekai and transmigration, not exactly fluff but not NOT fluff at the end, sfw

cw: panic attacks, blood, technically self-harm, ambiguous endings, this can be a standalone but belongs to a longer in-progress fic, girl with a lvl -10 charisma stat tries to write a character with a lvl 1000 charisma stat let's all give her some grace, mc's role lacks context but its very complex NO mc bashing here

He couldn’t stop the claws forming as he tore at his chest, trying to get rid of the tightness. He couldn’t breathe. Why couldn’t he breathe?

His lungs felt like lead and his throat burned as though it was filling with salt water. Choked gasps brought more pain than the bloodied marks scraped across his skin. Was this how it felt to drown? Was this his karma?

He couldn’t see past the heavy film that covered his eyes, had no idea they were flashing rapidly between pink and blue. Couldn’t hear past the shrill ringing in his ears. His bond seared in his chest, cold and burning and heavy and hollow. 

He’d never know how he got to your doorstep that night. He was a man possessed. Filthy and shattered and wrong. Didn’t remember slumping against your door with a sickening thud, didn’t come back to coherence until you showed up in front of him with a terrified expression.

Why did you look so scared? Was that his fault? Did he fuck this up too?

He wanted to wipe that horrified look off your face. It didn’t belong there. He reached a shaky hand up to brush against your cheek and watched you crumble further when it came away bloody. 

His unfocused eyes pinpricked as he tracked the marks. Something settled ever so slightly in his chest at the sight. At least it was proof. Proof that he could still touch you. Proof that he was still yours. He wanted to cut himself open further so you could see. You still know, right? 

“What are you doing here?” Your voice was shaking uncontrollably, your hands hovering out in front of you like you wanted to touch him but didn’t know if you should. He was yours to touch. Why didn’t you know? “Should I- I mean do you need me to call someone? Should I call her?”

Rafayel cannot stop the honest to god growl that escapes him at your last question, causing you to flinch back as his eyes flash that haunting, otherworldly blue. First he betrayed his bond and then he made his one and only mate, the other half of him, afraid. What a worthy god he had turned out to be. 

Your fear quickly shifts back into panicked concern when his gasped, choking breaths resumed and he began clawing once again at his chest. Whatever calm you had instilled in him shattered as the bond began aching inside of him once again, sharp barbs that clawed into his ribs and pulled.

Resolving yourself, you surged forward and wrapped your hands around his wrists as you tried to stop his self flagellation. 

“How do I help?” You aren’t sure when you started crying.

His gaze tries to meet yours as his vision fades in and out. Your touch is already a cool balm against his stinging hands, a calming reprieve he couldn’t possibly deserve. 

“Tell me what to do,” he begs, hands twisting around to clasp yours. He can’t stop his claws from digging into you. Another sin for him to atone for.

Your brows knit together in confusion. He takes your left hand and drags it to the bloodied mess below his collarbones. Your palm spreads over his bond mark, burning under his rapidly heaving chest. Your breath hitches in your throat.

For the first time, you cannot close your eyes and look away from your role in this world. You still aren’t sure what it means. If you’re some sort of parasite causing this kind of turmoil and agony. At this moment, it doesn’t matter.

“Breathe, Rafayel,” you command.

The effect is instantaneous. All the breath in his lungs rushes out of him in one fell swoop. It takes a few tries before he can intake more, even longer before the trembling of his limbs settles down. 

The Lemurian slumps forward, relief palpable as his face collapses into your neck. His breathing is still ragged and hoarse and his blood drips onto your oversized pajama shirt. Neither of you notice.

“Forgive me,” he mumbles out hoarsely, before fading out of consciousness.

You don’t think he’s referring to the stains on your clothes.

You sit for hours on your front porch, feeling the weight of him press into you like a boulder you had been refusing to shoulder for far too long. The chill of the night air soaks into your bones and you welcome the ache. 

More than ever, you felt the desperate need to run. To escape from this world before the damage you left carved itself far deeper than the wounds marring the chest of the man who slept against you.

What a beautiful man he was. Flawless skin, a perfect nose that sloped down into pouted lips. Impossibly soft hair and sinewy muscle created to mimic the epitome of human desire. Everything about him was otherworldly, meticulously mapped out to create a creature who was made to love and be loved in return.

Absolute perfection, deteriorated into a bloodied mess with sunken eyes and lips tinged blue from lack of oxygen. Panicked and desperate and feral all because of some faulty code.

You would find a way to fix this world even if it meant removing yourself from it. For now, though, you could no longer keep shoving away your responsibilities and hoping someone else will pick up the pieces. As wrong as your presence may be in this universe, it was still your mess to clean up.

For now, though, you just closed your weary eyes and fell asleep next to a fallen god.

When you wake again, everything is soft and warm. Sunlight blinks through your blinds and washes over you. There is a gentle clamoring trickling into your bedroom through the partially cracked door and your body is clad in fuzzy socks you don’t remember putting on the night before.

As a matter of fact, you don’t remember getting into bed at all.

You shoot up, suddenly very alert. An appetizing smell wafts into your room from the kitchen as you scan your brain and recall the horrific events from the night before. 

Sliding out of bed, you give yourself a quick once over in the mirror and smooth down the bird’s nest roosting on your head before cautiously poking your head outside.

Sure enough, the man in question was currently making himself at home with your stovetop as he expertly flipped what looked like a perfectly seasoned egg crepe. He looked incredibly refreshed compared to the night before with a billowing, clean shirt tucked into perfectly tailored black pants and no trace of the dark circles that had weighed down his eyes previously.

He looked out of place in the small, cluttered space of your home. Like someone had accidentally dropped a rose into a vase of wildflowers. Despite the contrast, he seemed perfectly at ease as he puttered around your tiny kitchen without a single inclination that he had been attempting to tear his own heart out of his chest just hours ago.

A floorboard creaked beneath your feet and he paused, whipping around to face you faster than you could jump back into the safety of your bedroom. 

You wanted to hide from the intensity in his gaze. Curl up and wilt away from the way he drank you in as if seeing you for the first time.

You wondered if he could tell, because he closed his eyes for a moment too long to be a blink before turning away again and trying to relax the tension in his shoulders.

“Morning sleepyhead,” his voice was deceptively casual, measured and curated to disarm as opposed to his desperate pleas from last night, “Or should I say afternoon? Do all humans sleep as much as you or are you a special breed? I was starting to think you slipped into a coma.”

“You… egg?” Was your very eloquent response.

His shoulders actually did relax at that, carefully plating the egg and scallion crepe before turning around and placing it in front of one of the stools that lined your kitchen island. 

“Me Rafayel,” he pointed to himself with a haughty smirk before beckoning you towards the crepe, “The egg is for you.”

You scowled at this, making no move to sit down. Instead, you glanced down at yourself, realizing for the first time that underneath the oversized hoodie you definitely did not put on yourself you’re still wearing the pajama shirt stained with the fish in question’s blood.

He pouts, as if he was hoping you wouldn’t notice. 

“I didn’t want to take it off while you were… anyways, I’ll pay for the dry cleaning,” he sniffs as if that was your main concern.

“I got this shirt out of the five dollar bin at the flea market,” you remark dryly, “I’m pretty sure if you take this thing to the dry cleaner’s they’ll pay you to let them throw it away.”

He pauses, assessing you carefully before putting on an air of fake nonchalance.

“Icanjusttakeitthen,” he spills out, the words too rushed to be as casual as he was aiming for.

“What?”

“What?”

“…Why?”

It’s at this point that Rafayel blushes, leaving you to blink in alarmed confusion before eyeing him like he might still be in the middle of his breakdown.

“Your egg is going to get cold,” he changes the subject poorly, “Are you seriously just going to ignore my hospitality?”

You considered letting him know that hospitality is usually for hosts and not their guests (does he even count as a guest if you never invited him inside?) but you were quickly distracted by the sound of your stomach rumbling in protest. 

Instead you shrug and settle down at the island, picking up your fork and taking a curious bite. The flavors are simple but delicious, the richness of the egg melding perfectly with the seasoning he used and chopped scallion that was definitely too fresh to have been rotting in your fridge. He must have picked up groceries when he went to change his clothes. 

Your eyes light up at the taste and you make yourself comfortable before digging in. In your enthusiasm, you don’t notice the satisfied look that shutters across Rafayel’s expression before returning to his normal aloof state.

“Anyways, you must be wondering what I’m doing in your kitchen at,” he glances at your microwave clock, “three p.m. on a Saturday.”

Your fork pauses halfway to your mouth. 

“To talk about…,” you hesitated, “…last night?”

“BZZT!” you jump a little at his sudden exclamation, watching him press an imaginary button in front of him, “Wrong! Try again.”

“You’re auditioning to be my private chef?”

“Tempting, but you probably couldn’t afford me.”

“You just like to break into people’s houses for fun?”

“Not usually under such pleasant circumstances.”

You quickly grow tired of guessing, opting instead to shovel more crepe into your mouth. He pouts a little at your lack of participation.

“Some private investigator you are,” he sighs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I don’t actually really care that much.”

“Trying reverse psychology now, huh?”

“It’s seriously fine if you don’t want to tell me.”

“Fine, fine, you’ve pried it out of me,” he snaps his fingers, “I’m here to hire you for a case.”

This gave you pause. Had you not already been aware of the depth of Rafayel’s character from playing through the game, you may have taken his flippant disregard for the events that occurred the night before at face value. Knowing what you did, however, a few things were very apparent to you.

The first being that although the Lemurian felt emotions very deeply, for him to have displayed that level of vulnerability to what was essentially a complete stranger was incredibly out of character. You knew that despite his propensity for dramatics, Rafayel was more than likely the love interest with the most emotional maturity and control. 

You also knew that it was this emotional intelligence that ensured that the out he was giving in this moment was not for himself. Despite this being only the second time you had met, you were certain he had already dissected your psyche and could read your innermost desires even better than yourself. That was a siren’s greatest asset, after all.

You were a runner. You certainly had questions about what had caused the Lemurian to end up on your doorstep, and you could almost guarantee he had many of his own for you. He could probably tell, however, that direct confrontation would only make you retreat back into your shell faster than he could say “bond”. 

His eyes tracked you with false nonchalance, a predator waiting to see if you would take the bait. Perhaps he was suspicious that you knew more than you were letting on, or maybe he believed you had answers he needed.

Either way, the misdirect to working a case was not only a well-crafted trap for you to sink into but also, possibly unbeknownst to him, a rather generous one. 

After all, just last night you had vowed to start taking ownership of your parasitic presence in this world. Rafayel was supplying you with the perfect opportunity to insert yourself deeper into the narrative without truly getting close to anyone. As long as you could keep that barrier between yourselves, it was essentially the perfect in.

[clairewritesfanfics]

Inside an Otoge: Mister Dragon, Let Me Love You Chapter 2

Pairing: Dragon!Sylus x Non-MC!Reader

CHAPTER 1 | Series Masterlist <<read the synopsis and trigger warnings first>>

A/N: Just a disclaimer, I currently know very little of the world lore for Sylus’ myth, just the bare bones of it. I’m waiting for his cards to rerun to read everything for myself so forgive me for any canon divergence. Sylus may also seem OOC.

“You keep staring at me.” Sylus sighs and pauses from rummaging through the paper bag. “Is the sight really that amusing?”

You are on your knees, elbows on a nearby treasure chest as your knuckles cradle your cheeks. To others who have not lived a loveless life, your face is the picture of adoration, but the dragon who knew only hatred and disgust could not recognize the expression you wear as you observe him.

You glance at his giant talons holding a can of iced mocha and hum.

Five cans of coffee from different brands, random sweets, a bag of potato chips, and one sad fruit cup to hold up the illusion of health were meant to be your dinner that fateful night. You had overtime and didn’t want anything that required more than one hand to eat. 

That paper bag from the convenience store along with your work bag were the only things you had when you were dragged into this world. 

“You look adorable,” you say.

“That’s the first time anyone has used that word to describe me.”

“Then everyone before me was blind or stupid or both.” 

He ignores you and shakes the coffee can. “I can feel something liquid moving inside. I’ve never seen these characters before.”

“That’s because me and that can are not from here. It’s a type of coffee, er, I don’t know if that exists here… it’s a naturally bitter beverage that’s made from a type of bean. That recipe makes it sweeter though.” You get up and approach him. You reach for the can but he pulls it away, looking confused and defensive, like a child who does not want to share his favorite toy. 

You giggle. Maybe he likes that the container is shiny. “I’m not going to take it away from you, I’m going to open it so you can have a taste.” 

He reluctantly parts with it and you show him how to pull the tab open. 

“Here, take a sip.”

He takes a sniff of the coffee, nose scrunching before he glares at you.

“It’s not a trick. I bought those for me, you think I’d drink poison?”

Relenting, he finally takes a sip, brows furrowed. Then he takes another sip, then another, and then he gulps down everything with his tail sweeping excitedly against the floor, pleased. “This taste is… new to me.”

“It’s bad to drink it all in one go, you could get a bad case of the tummy ache.”

“I’m not some impatient child,” he huffs, childishly. 

“Whatever you say.”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“You’re imagining things.”

He growls, no, purrs like a dissatisfied kitten before turning his attention back to the contents of the paper bag which now lay scattered about on the ground. He looks calm but with the way his tail keeps wagging, you know he wants to try more.

“I’m sorry for laughing. You can try some more.” You pick up several snacks and hold them out to him. 

He remains unmoving, but his eyes could only barely hide their desire to eat. 

You wonder what the problem is. Suddenly, it comes to you that he is likely feeling shy, almost reserved, not wanting to take more of your food. Pfft. It is truly a wonder how anybody could hate such a cute creature.

You clear your throat and pick out a snack yourself. You tear open the box and aluminum then pull out a single stick of the chocolate-covered biscuit. “This is called Pocky. There’s an interesting game for it, too. Two people compete to see who finishes it first.” 

“Compete how? It’s way too small to even share–” His tail stops moving when you put one end of the biscuit in your mouth and then point at the other end.

His expression of bewilderment morphs into a teasing smirk. “So this was your goal. If you wanted to kiss me, you should’ve just been honest from the start.” He leans over to you. Those soft lips barely graze the stick before you inhale the whole thing in one go.

You swallow and say, “You lost.” 

“...”

“...”

He pulls out another biscuit and puts it in his mouth, then turns to you. You bite down on your end and steal the whole thing away before he has the chance to breathe.

You cover your mouth as you chew. “Lost again.” 

He gets another stick and you steal that too. And then the other one, and then the other one, and so on. Soon, the box is empty and Sylus’ tail thumps furiously.

You swallow the last of your spoils. “And here I thought dragons were apex predators.” You didn’t expect to win so many times. Although considering how short your breaks at work were, eating quickly comes as easily as breathing to you.

“You cheated.”

“Don’t be a sore loser. Isn’t your kind supposed to be the epitome of grace and dignity?”

“...”

“Don’t pout. You can have the rest of my food and drinks.” You nudge the remainder of your “dinner” towards him. 

“...”

“Don’t tell me you’re actually mad?”

He silently traces the rim of a coffee can. Eyes downturned, he asks, “I can’t tell whether it’s bravery or foolishness. Most humans want to kill me, but you talk and act as if you do not even see me as a threat.”

“That’s because I don’t.” 

“And yet you’re weak.”

“Well, yes. In fact, if you were to throw me away right now, I have no doubt that I would die in the wilderness within a day.”

“How…”

“Hm?”

“How are you so bold?”

Bravery or foolishness. If you have to think about it, it is neither. The truest answer is this: apathy. You stopped being alive years ago. You were empty until Sylus breathed life into you. You adore Love and Deepspace but to be honest, even when you had the game version of your darling, it was merely a distraction. If you were to get hit by a truck before finishing the story, you would have been okay with it. Even now, as you kneel before the authentic thing, should your favorite kill you, then you would be fine. 

A walking corpse is still just a corpse, after all.  

You give Sylus a soft smile. “I don’t think I’m being bold, though.”

“You confuse me.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You offer him the cappuccino. 

“Do you really have no place else to go?”

You shrug. If he were to somehow kick you out of this prison, there is no doubt that you will end up dead in a matter of days. But you don’t want to manipulate him with guilt. Whatever choice he makes, you would accept. “I was just joking earlier, I’m tougher than I look. I’ll survive.” You grin, hoping it would be good enough to convince him.

He touches the can but doesn’t hold it. His hand is so large that the tips of his claws poke your nails. Connected with each other, he looks at you and says, “...If it's all right with you, just stay with me.”  

How could you refuse?

Part 3: here Masterlist: here

@phisen @leryg0 @capribun @sinnamon-bunn @wegottastayfocus @erisnxxi @syyyy4ever

[bloodyfries]

Man, svsss is actually terrifying if you take away the humor and actually acknowledge what's actually happening

Like tbh I understand why sy was scared that lbh would still get revenge even after he was nice. All the other major plot lines had been happening. There were things he couldn't change, who was to say that lbh's revenge wasn't one of them

Also I don't think I'd be able to think straight if a god if some sorts played with my life, making me run around like a mouse in a maze to live. That actually terrifying. Then what happened when he failed a mission. Like, what. I'd be terrified. Sure, death was always a threat but actually experiencey arm getting ripped off??? I'd be scared out of my mind to fail missions.

Don't even get me started on the occ point reductions. Imagine being ever so slightly pushed to death because you smiled at a kid.

Sqq was either not fully registering what was going on or was not all mental alright to be as calm as he was. I'd have broken so quickly under that. Sqq deserves to be a bit insane

Edit: reread the system punishment bit and Shen Qingqiu also got his leg ripped off right before the system took him out

[evreluns]

I always in love with self aware lads au.

Because, it entertains me to be the center of attention, honestly. So, simply an au of lads where, its not us that suddenly teleported at Linkon city. But, imagine— ALL OF THEM teleported in your house. Even the freaking mc, god— that look so freaking fun to write.

I think, i've reading many sagau fanfics (a fan of mihoyo)

[xandriiaa]

YANDERE MALE LEAD X TRANSMIGRATED VILLAIN READER

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ𓇢𓆸

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ𓇢𓆸

||Male reader only.

||The first POV is from YOU.

||The second POV is from HIM.

||The last part is his POV inside the novel.

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. . .

It's already been 1 week since you transmigrated to the novel you once read, just because you always came across the edits about it that made you curious.

And it's not even that good; it's so cliché that you already know what's going to happen the moment you read the first half of the first chapter!

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺. You thought

You even used the money you saved up just to buy it, only to get a trash novel.

It's about a crown prince who fell in love with the captive of the rival empire, the lowly Tenth Prince.

And you? You've become the villain that always tries to ruin their relationship as best he can, even to the point that the villain can abandon everything that he worked hard on just because he loves the main character.

So dumb, right?!

So you always tried your best to avoid the main character as well as its freaking harem containing eight individuals.

A freaking eight individuals! You can't even be friends with two or three because you don't want a mess.

It's hard to be friends with lots of people, you know?!

But.... Why is it that the male lead always clings to you now, to the point of him spending every second of the day with you?

Every. Single. Second.

It all started in your first month in this novel.

"𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧... 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚? 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚?" one of the courtesans said, caressing your shoulder and clinging to you like a dog in heat.

You didn't really come here for that; you just came here for a drink and talents.

You drank your wine while looking at the three women flexing their talent.

Then you suddenly felt your body heat up.

Fuck. Not again.

"Hehe, master...? Is something wrong? Do you need me~?" The woman by your side came closer to you again, but you just looked at her coldly, making her shiver on the spot.

"𝙎𝘾𝙍𝘼𝙈"

They immediately left, fearing for their lives.

You got up trying to leave this place.

But then you suddenly slip, causing you to fall, but before you could even fall, a gentle and slender body supported you from falling.

"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨..." you said before getting out of his arms.

However, looking at the person in front of you, it seems that the heat on your body became even worse.

That eye is so beautiful you can even feel some stars blinking at you right now; it feels magical... And those lips so plump make you want to take a bite of them.

And not only those... That skin was so smooth and so fair it felt as if an angel itself had descended from heaven.

You suddenly felt something snap inside you.

You push him hard against the floor, not wanting to waste a minute to eat him up right away.

You know it's wrong, but you can't stop. You eat him from every corner of his body, not wanting to waste anything and leave a corner without your mark on it.

You woke up groggily from the sleep, feeling fresh from inside and out.

Then suddenly someone grabs your shoulder as you hear a faint sound of crying.

You sat up looking at the pitiful man in front of you; he's just as magical looking as you remember him to be.

"𝙃𝙞𝙘... 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩... 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚," he said, crying while trying to hide his face from you while still holding on to you.

"𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮."

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡? 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣... 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙚? "He said, finally letting go of his face and looking straight at you.

"𝙃𝙢... 𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩?"

"𝙄'𝙢 𝙈𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡 𝘿𝙚 𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡," he said, slowly looking at you deeply.

He sounds so careful and slightly calm.

But you freaking can't!! 𝘕𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘺... 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵...?

"𝙔𝙤𝙪... 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚... 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" You sound so careful, hoping, hoping that he will say no!

"𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙄 𝙖𝙢..." The moment he said that, you almost blacked out from the shock.

𝘞𝘩𝘺... 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥?!

You've never seen him before because, apart from avoiding him, you didn't, because he's such a pain.

You didn't want to be tied down with both the protagonist and the other dogs because you know all they can bring is trouble.

While you are still out of focus, coursing every word in the entire universe.

Macriel's eyes darken for a moment before turning back to normal again.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪... 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚?" he said softly and quietly.

"𝘼𝙝 𝙣𝙤... 𝙐𝙝..." 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵... Think fast! "𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚! 𝙃𝙖𝙝𝙖 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬... 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣?"

"𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧...? 𝙒𝙝𝙮"

"𝘾-𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩... 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧?"

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨… 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?

You thought he wouldn't agree, as he is known to be quite stubborn in the novel.

Surprisingly, he agreed.

After that, you two don't cross paths anymore, surprisingly.

After two years of war, the empire won, just like what it said in the novel.

But you didn't expect it to be this fast; maybe it's because the main protagonist's empire is much smaller than the empire itself.

Unsurprisingly, their empire gave the tenth prince in the name of 'alliance.'

After that, things went super smoothly, and things went on as the script on this world.

You thought it was going to be hard since you unexpectedly spent the night with the male lead, but gladly it wasn't.

Things went smoothly in your life, well... Until it's not.

"𝘼 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙡?! 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚?!" You shouted before suddenly standing up.

The noise of the teacup breaking from falling can be heard.

"𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙃𝙖... 𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩. 𝙄 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩," your father said, one of the most powerful generals of the empire.

You can only sit down again to calm yourselfdown while massaging your temple.

You thought it was going according to the plot.

No, you're sure it's going according to the plot... So what's happening now?

"𝙄... 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚..."

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤," your father said after his attendant left.

"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮."

You walked towards the garden while your head was a mess.

While... He is just sitting calmly at the moment.

Looking at you smiling like an Innocent child, full of warmth.

"𝙄 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚," you said before bowing down.

"𝙉𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡, 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮," he said, smiling sweetly at you.

"𝙐𝙝... 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩... 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨... 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚... 𝙒𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮��𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚? 𝙎𝙤 𝙪𝙝-" but before you could finish, he stopped you from saying anything.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮?" He said calmly.

"𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩—" then, a lot of soldiers appear out of thin air, dressed in black and pointing their swords at you. "𝙏-𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨..."

"𝙃𝙢, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧... 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣."

"𝙏-𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣?! 𝙄𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'—"

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮." He smiled, but there is no hint of warmth in it. Only intense coldness.

𝘎𝘶𝘭𝘱.

You can only agree in that time, and the moment you agree, it's as if that cold smile just now didn't exist, as it's immediately replaced with lots of warmth.

So now, 6 years later, you're still together.

There he is caressing your shoulder while sitting warmly on your lap.

"𝙈𝙝𝙢... 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚," he said while you fed him some strawberries, before quickly doing what he asked for.

𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺... 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?! 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘪𝘳!!

. . .

I've been looking at him, spying on him, tracing every movement he'll make.

Like a snake ready to attack any moment.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦.

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦.

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 '𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬'

That's all I could think of at that time.

But I didn't really expect 'him' to be back.

my lover.

. . .

"𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙩." I chuckled, putting a coat around him before sitting beside him, looking at the tree we both love.

Camellia.

The tree that witnesses how our relationship blooms and turns into something beautiful.

Just like how it looks during the winter.

"𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡. 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡," he said, chuckling before putting me into his lap, hugging me from behind.

Until it all comes to ruin.

He's back. I'm so happy he's back.

The two years without him are like decades.

But... He's no longer the same.

He won't look at me the same anymore.

Like I'm just a stranger.

And that look of love, that's supposed to be mine has been stolen by that captive!

So I did everything to have him again.

But nothing happened.

So I stole him, that person he adores.

And that dumb prince falls in love with me.

We got married. And he looks so happy; he didn't even know he spent that night with a homeless person.

He didn't even know I ruined everything dear to him, even his reputation.

It's supposed to crumble at that moment; he's supposed to die.

But he, my lover.

He gave everything and ruined everything he worked hard for, that man, just to save him.

He declared a war against the empire, against me.

He stands there, below the tree. Our Camellia.

Looking cold, blood splattered at his body and above all.

He's looking at me like he is ready to kill me at any moment.

How laughable.

"𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧...? 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚; 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙈𝙮𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙚'𝙙. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 '𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧."

I said, looking so calm. His sword was pointing at my neck.

But I don't really care; if dying by his hands is my fate, then it's the sweetest death I can ever have.

"𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙪𝙥."

I said, laughing, but all I can feel is the sting I felt in my heart.

It's so bitter.

I closed my eyes, tears and blood dropping down the white snow.

"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚?! 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚, 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚?! 𝙃𝙖! 𝙏𝙤𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨."

I immediately opened my eyes.

My pupils constricted.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪... 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧...? 𝘼𝙢 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" I said laughing bitterly.

That's the moment that meant so much to me, but he just forgot just like that.

"𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚? 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙚. 𝙀𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙩. 𝙉𝙤𝙬... 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙚!"

He said as he stabbed my heart.

But at that moment, I can't feel anything but relief.

So... He wasn't 'him.'

I knew it. I always have a hatch... I know he can't hurt me like this.

I raised my hands.

And soon, thousands of arrows fly in our direction.