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✧The Price of Immortality✭

FMA 2003 | Envy x Reader | Angst | Yandere Undertones | Tragedy

⸻

Before he was Envy, he was just a boy. A boy with fevered dreams and trembling hands, with cracked lips and silver-laced blood seeping from his lungs.

Before he became rage, he was Hohenheim’s son.

And he was yours.

⸻

The year was 1600. He was eighteen and dying. The mercury his father had once used in his alchemical studies had found its way into his bones, saturating him like poison through a sponge. Slowly. Painfully.

Day by day, he faded.

But not alone.

Because you stayed.

When his mother, Dante, turned cold and distant, you stepped in. When Hohenheim drowned in guilt and buried himself in research, you were there—feeding him when he couldn’t lift a spoon, brushing his hair when the fever left him shaking, whispering promises that tomorrow would be better.

He never believed in salvation. Not then. But he believed in you.

And so, when the time came—when his vision blurred and the weight of death pulled at his limbs—he didn’t beg for life.

He begged for you.

Your hand held his as his body stilled.

His last breath was your name.

⸻

And then—nothing.

Until there was something.

An agonizing scream.

A gasp.

A new, twisted breath in a body that wasn’t his.

⸻

He didn’t understand at first. Why the sun felt colder. Why his heart didn’t beat. Why his skin stitched together unnaturally, smooth and wrong. Why the taste of iron lingered on his tongue.

He looked into the mirror.

And what stared back…

…was a monster.

Not a boy.

Not a son.

Not yours.

He clawed at his skin. He screamed until his throat tore. And when Dante smiled at him with satisfaction and Hohenheim looked away in shame, he knew—

They had made this.

And they had made him without you.

⸻

“You weren’t supposed to leave me,” he whispered to the memory of your smile, still etched in his hollow mind. “You were supposed to be here… with me.”

But you were gone.

Dead. Just like he had been.

Only you hadn’t come back.

And that absence… it was worse than death. It was emptiness. A black hole carved into his chest.

He wandered for years. For centuries. At first, seeking answers. Then, seeking revenge.

And finally… seeking you.

⸻

Three hundred and eighty years later…

Another ritual. Another transmutation. Another cruel breath.

He awoke again—restored, reborn.

But not whole.

Never whole.

Because you weren’t there.

⸻

They called it an obsession. They whispered that he’d gone mad. But none of them understood—none of them knew what it felt like to be abandoned by death. To be pulled back into life again and again with no reason, no purpose, no you.

And so, he searched.

Through warzones. Through cities. Through corpses.

He didn’t care what you were now. Human. Reincarnated. Ghost. Homunculus. Something else entirely.

He would find you.

And when he did—he would never let go.

If fate refused to return you to him, he would steal you back.

If the world stood in his way, he would burn it to ash.

Because he had already died for you once.

And he would do it again.

⸻

One night, as he stared at the moon that reminded him of your eyes, he whispered into the dark:

“Y/N… I loved you when I was human. I love you now as a monster. If the gods won’t let me have you…”

His claws clenched over his chest, where a heartbeat should have been.

”…then I’ll carve out the universe until I do.”

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🐍“To Worship a Living God”✧

Tang Bo x Reader (Y/N) | Return of the Blossoming Blade | Obsession | Devotion | Yandere Undertones

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Tang Bo never cared for love.

He considered it an unnecessary indulgence—like fine wine or poetry. Pointless sentiment that had no place in a life built on swords and silence.

But that was before you.

Before your voice spoke with the calm of spring rain, before your steps echoed like a heartbeat in his chest, before he realized that mercy could be mightier than any blade.

Before you looked at him—not with desire, not with fear—but with kindness.

A kindness he didn’t deserve.

⸻♱

The others called you mentor, master, healer.

He called you salvation.

⸻✭

“Loving you is a religion,” Tang Bo whispered once, the words never meant to be heard. “Let me devote my all to you; sacrifice my life for a moment of your affection.”

He meant it.

With a conviction stronger than steel, he meant it.

⸻✥

You never asked for his devotion.

But it clung to you like a shadow—silent, eternal.

He stood behind you in every battle, never too close, never too far. His eyes followed your hands as you stitched wounds and wiped blood from the dying. He memorized the way you smiled after victory and how you frowned in disappointment.

He thought: If I were a better man, perhaps she would smile for me.

But he didn’t need your love.

He only needed you.

⸻♡

The first time someone dared to speak ill of you, Tang Bo didn’t flinch.

He simply cleaned his sword after.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Cheong Myeong muttered under his breath.

Tang Bo didn’t answer. He was too busy watching you from afar, as you knelt by a weeping child, offering comfort in a voice so soft it could mend broken worlds.

He thought: Even if she never knows… I will protect her peace with my blood.

⸻✧

He never confessed.

Not with words.

But in his silence, in his sacrifices, in the way he stepped into every battle with your name in his heart—

You were his goddess.

And he was your quiet, unwavering disciple.

⸻𖤓

If one day you turned to him and said, “I never loved you,” he would only bow.

“I never expected you to,” he’d say. “But I will love you until the heavens collapse.”

Because in his world, you were not a woman.

You were a belief.

A reason.

A religion.

⸻

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♡Two Souls, One Obsession𖤓

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood | Yandere | Greed!Ling x Reader | Angst + Obsession + Inner Conflict

Ling never expected to fall in love.

Love was a weakness, a luxury—something a prince couldn’t afford.

His mission had been clear: obtain immortality for the sake of his clan. To give his people a future. Even if it meant selling his soul.

He did.

And in return, he gained Greed—and you.

⸻

You weren’t supposed to matter.

You weren’t part of the plan.

But the first time he saw you—standing against an enemy three times your size, eyes burning with righteous fury and hands bloodied for someone else’s sake—something cracked in him.

It was fascination at first. Curiosity. Then it festered into something deeper, darker.

Need.

⸻

“Look at them,” Greed growled hungrily from within. “Do you see the way they fight? The way they never give in?”

Ling said nothing. He was too busy watching you.

Your hair clung to your face, streaked with sweat and blood. You were breathing hard, but your stance never faltered. You’d nearly died protecting someone else.

Protecting him.

“They’re ours,” Greed whispered.

Ling hated that it felt true.

⸻

You weren’t easy to win over. You were sharp-tongued and defiant, immune to politics and charm. You saw through his smiles and carefully curated words.

And yet… you stayed.

You saw both sides of him—the calculating prince, and the violent monster—and still you reached out. Still you fought by his side.

That made it worse.

It made them want you more.

⸻

Greed liked to watch you sleep.

Ling pretended not to notice.

“You think they dream about us?” Greed would murmur.

Ling would clench his fists, turning away, hiding the smile that tried to rise. “They better.”

⸻

They both wanted you.

And not in pieces.

Not in fleeting glances or passing touches.

They wanted your soul. Your loyalty. Your everything.

⸻

You never saw it coming.

Not when your mission suddenly changed and you were brought to Xing.

Not when your passport disappeared.

Not when the letters to your friends stopped sending.

Not when Ling started watching you a little too closely. Holding you a little too long. Finishing your sentences like he already knew your thoughts.

“You’re safest here,” he told you, when you asked why you couldn’t leave. “There are people who’d kill to get their hands on someone like you.”

You believed him.

Because when he said it, his eyes were sad.

But inside—

Greed was smiling.

⸻

You began to notice the changes.

Ling, once respectful of your space, was now always near. Close enough to touch. His voice never left your ear, even when others were speaking.

When you spoke to someone else too long, Greed emerged. A flicker in the eyes. A coldness in the air.

“I don’t like how they look at you,” he would say, cracking his knuckles.

“They’re my friend.”

“They’re dead if they keep looking.”

⸻

One night, you tried to leave.

Ling caught you in the courtyard, beneath the moonlight.

He looked… devastated.

“Why?” he whispered. “After everything?”

You didn’t answer.

You didn’t have to.

Greed did.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

His voice slid from Ling’s mouth like oil.

“You belong to us now.”

⸻

You wanted to scream, to fight, to run—but you saw the look in his eyes.

He wasn’t going to hurt you.

He was going to keep you.

Gilded in silks. Surrounded by beauty. Given everything except freedom.

“You should feel honored,” Greed said, brushing your hair from your face. “You’re the one thing we couldn’t take by force. The one thing we had to earn.”

“And we did,” Ling murmured, quieter, gentler. “We earned you.”

⸻

You didn’t speak to them for days.

Ling’s voice trembled every time he brought you food.

Greed was more open. “Hate me all you want,” he said. “But you’ll never leave.”

Because they couldn’t lose you.

They wouldn’t.

They’d fought gods. Betrayed nations. Died.

And the only thing that ever made them feel alive… was you.

⸻

If you tried again, they wouldn’t be gentle.

If you begged, they might pretend to listen.

But in the end, no matter what you did, there was only one truth now:

You were theirs.

And they weren’t letting go.

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✧The Price of Immortality✭

FMA 2003 | Envy x Reader | Angst | Yandere Undertones | Tragedy

⸻

Before he was Envy, he was just a boy. A boy with fevered dreams and trembling hands, with cracked lips and silver-laced blood seeping from his lungs.

Before he became rage, he was Hohenheim’s son.

And he was yours.

⸻

The year was 1600. He was eighteen and dying. The mercury his father had once used in his alchemical studies had found its way into his bones, saturating him like poison through a sponge. Slowly. Painfully.

Day by day, he faded.

But not alone.

Because you stayed.

When his mother, Dante, turned cold and distant, you stepped in. When Hohenheim drowned in guilt and buried himself in research, you were there—feeding him when he couldn’t lift a spoon, brushing his hair when the fever left him shaking, whispering promises that tomorrow would be better.

He never believed in salvation. Not then. But he believed in you.

And so, when the time came—when his vision blurred and the weight of death pulled at his limbs—he didn’t beg for life.

He begged for you.

Your hand held his as his body stilled.

His last breath was your name.

⸻

And then—nothing.

Until there was something.

An agonizing scream.

A gasp.

A new, twisted breath in a body that wasn’t his.

⸻

He didn’t understand at first. Why the sun felt colder. Why his heart didn’t beat. Why his skin stitched together unnaturally, smooth and wrong. Why the taste of iron lingered on his tongue.

He looked into the mirror.

And what stared back…

…was a monster.

Not a boy.

Not a son.

Not yours.

He clawed at his skin. He screamed until his throat tore. And when Dante smiled at him with satisfaction and Hohenheim looked away in shame, he knew—

They had made this.

And they had made him without you.

⸻

“You weren’t supposed to leave me,” he whispered to the memory of your smile, still etched in his hollow mind. “You were supposed to be here… with me.”

But you were gone.

Dead. Just like he had been.

Only you hadn’t come back.

And that absence… it was worse than death. It was emptiness. A black hole carved into his chest.

He wandered for years. For centuries. At first, seeking answers. Then, seeking revenge.

And finally… seeking you.

⸻

Three hundred and eighty years later…

Another ritual. Another transmutation. Another cruel breath.

He awoke again—restored, reborn.

But not whole.

Never whole.

Because you weren’t there.

⸻

They called it an obsession. They whispered that he’d gone mad. But none of them understood—none of them knew what it felt like to be abandoned by death. To be pulled back into life again and again with no reason, no purpose, no you.

And so, he searched.

Through warzones. Through cities. Through corpses.

He didn’t care what you were now. Human. Reincarnated. Ghost. Homunculus. Something else entirely.

He would find you.

And when he did—he would never let go.

If fate refused to return you to him, he would steal you back.

If the world stood in his way, he would burn it to ash.

Because he had already died for you once.

And he would do it again.

⸻

One night, as he stared at the moon that reminded him of your eyes, he whispered into the dark:

“Y/N… I loved you when I was human. I love you now as a monster. If the gods won’t let me have you…”

His claws clenched over his chest, where a heartbeat should have been.

”…then I’ll carve out the universe until I do.”

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✥Where the Swans Sleep♱

FMA 2003 | Angst | Edward Elric x Reader | One-shot♱

Year: 2005

Age: 100

Edward Elric never believed he’d live to see triple digits. There had been too many battles, too much blood spilled, too many close calls. His younger self would’ve scoffed at the idea of growing old, wrinkled, and slow. But here he was.

Alone.

The years hadn’t been kind, but they hadn’t been cruel either. There was laughter. There were stories. There were children—his children. And then, their children. And their children. He had a family. A legacy. A home.

But all of it felt… hollow now.

Because you were gone.

You, his beloved. His swan.

The two of you had once been young and wild, navigating the uncertainties of life together with worn-out boots and a shared bedroll. You had seen his scars, physical and emotional. You had held him when the guilt for Alphonse’s fate was too much to bear. You had kissed the metal where his arm once was. You had danced with him barefoot in the rain.

But even swans grow old. And you had aged gracefully—smiling through each wrinkle, loving through each pain. Last year, in 2004, you fell asleep beside him, the way you always had.

You just… didn’t wake up.

Edward remembered the stillness in the room that morning. How your hand, once so warm, had grown cold in his grasp. He remembered whispering your name, at first gently, then desperately. He remembered pressing his forehead to yours and begging the universe to give you back, just one more day.

But even alchemy had its limits.

⸻

Now, in 2005, Edward Elric sat in the old rocking chair, a faded photograph clutched tightly in his trembling hands. It was of you, from decades ago—smiling softly, eyes full of the love that never aged.

The house was quiet, filled only with the soft ticking of a clock and the breeze outside brushing against the windows.

He closed his eyes.

And breathed one last time.

⸻

The door creaked open the next morning, followed by the pitter-patter of feet. His great-great-grandchildren rushed in, calling his name excitedly, ready to hear another wild tale of alchemy and love.

“Grandpa Ed?”

No answer.

They found him in his chair, still and peaceful. His lips held a faint smile. His hand held the picture of the woman they had only known through stories—the one who taught the Fullmetal Alchemist how to love.

And they cried, but it was a soft kind of sorrow. The kind that understands love doesn’t end. It just changes form.

⸻

Light.

That’s all he saw.

Then… warmth.

He opened his eyes and gasped softly, a weight lifting from his chest. His body—strong again. His limbs—whole again. His automail was gone. His youth had returned.

He looked down at his hands, then around the field he now stood in. It was familiar, but dreamlike. Soft golden light stretched across the horizon, trees swaying gently in the wind. It felt like the place he once saw in a dream, long ago.

Then—

“Edward.”

That voice.

His head snapped around, and there you were.

Just as he remembered you from the very beginning—radiant, alive, smiling just for him.

He didn’t hesitate. He ran, feet carrying him faster than he’d moved in decades. You met him halfway. Your arms wrapped around him, and his around you.

You laughed softly. He cried.

“I missed you,” he choked.

“I waited,” you whispered. “Just like we said we would. Like swans.”

He nodded, burying his face in your shoulder. “One can’t live without the other.”

And in that place beyond time, where swans sleep and hearts don’t break anymore, Edward Elric was finally home.

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A remake of my first Azure lion story.

The air crackled with a mix of tension and relief as Azure Lion slowly unfurled the cursed scroll. His golden eyes, sharp and filled with regret, softened the moment the scroll’s magic released a figure cloaked in an ethereal glow. Y/N stood there, her body trembling slightly, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“Y/N,” Azure Lion breathed, his voice trembling with a rare vulnerability. He stepped forward cautiously, as though afraid she might vanish again. “My love… my deepest apologies for putting you in there all these years. I… I had no other choice.”

Y/N blinked, her mind racing to process the overwhelming flood of emotions—relief, confusion, and the faint sting of betrayal. She glanced around the room before her gaze settled on him, his proud and unyielding form now cloaked in an unfamiliar humility.

“I…” Y/N hesitated, her voice faltering for a moment. She took a deep breath to steady herself. “It’s alright, my love, but… please don’t ever do that again.” Her voice cracked slightly, betraying the pain she tried to suppress.

Azure Lion’s ears flattened slightly, his usually commanding presence dimmed by the weight of her words. “I swear to you, Y/N,” he said, his tone earnest and heavy with regret. “I will never make that mistake again. Keeping you in that cursed prison… it was my greatest regret. I only sought to protect you, but I see now the cost of my actions.”

Her expression softened at his confession. Despite the ache in her heart, she reached out to him, her hand resting gently against his cheek. “You were trying to protect me,” she murmured. “But I needed you to trust me—to let us face the dangers together.”

He leaned into her touch, his golden eyes closing briefly as he savored the warmth of her hand. “I was a fool,” he admitted, his voice almost breaking. “I feared losing you more than anything in this world. I thought that by hiding you away, I could keep you safe, but all I did was lose precious time with you.”

Y/N stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him in a gesture of comfort and forgiveness. “We’re here now,” she whispered, resting her head against his chest. “We can start again, together. But promise me, no more secrets. No more locking me away from the world—or from you.”

Azure Lion tightened his arms around her, holding her as though she were the most precious thing in existence. “I promise,” he said, his voice resolute. “No more secrets. No more keeping you away. From now on, we face everything together.”

The two stood there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, as the weight of the past slowly began to lift. The room seemed to exhale with them, and for the first time in years, a sense of hope and renewal filled the air.

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“Cheon-Sang,” she began, her voice a gentle melody, “do you think… someday we could get married? Have a family? Children to carry on our legacy?” Her tone was light, hopeful, as if she were sharing a cherished dream.

Lee Cheon-Sang remained silent, his sharp eyes gazing out at the horizon. His fingers idly played with her hair, but he did not respond. The silence stretched between them, heavy and unspoken, like a chasm neither dared to cross. Y/N’s smile faltered, but she quickly recovered, convincing herself it wasn’t the right time for him to answer.

Yet, she asked him again, weeks later, when they were walking through the peaceful gardens of the cult. “Cheon-Sang,” she said, stopping to admire a cluster of blooming lilies, “I’ve been thinking about our future. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to build a family together? To share our love with children who could grow strong and kind under our care?”

Again, he did not answer. His gaze flickered to her for the briefest moment before he looked away, his expression unreadable. Y/N’s heart ached, but she didn’t press him. She loved him too deeply to force an answer, though the silence began to weigh on her.

Months passed, and each time she broached the subject, it was met with the same silence. Her once bright smile began to dim, her heart growing heavy with unspoken sadness. She knew Lee Cheon-Sang loved her—he showed it in the way he stayed by her side, the way he protected her, the way his eyes softened when they met hers. But something was missing, something she couldn’t ignore any longer.

One evening, as they sat together under the stars, she finally broke. Her voice trembled as she spoke, “Cheon-Sang… I can’t do this anymore.” Tears welled up in her eyes, though she fought to keep them from falling. “I’ve waited for months, hoping you would share your heart with me, hoping you’d see the future I want us to have. But… this love isn’t working. I love you, but I can’t keep pretending that this is enough.”

Lee Cheon-Sang’s heart clenched painfully at her words. He looked at her, truly looked at her, and saw the sorrow in her eyes, the cracks in her once unshakable spirit. He wanted to speak, to tell her how much he loved her, how much he desired her, but the words caught in his throat. How could he tell her the truth? That he didn’t want children—not because he didn’t see a future with her, but because he couldn’t bear the thought of sharing her love with anyone else.

“Y/N…” he began, his voice low and strained, but she held up a hand to stop him.

“I understand,” she said, her voice breaking. “You don’t have to explain. Maybe we were never meant to have the same dreams. Maybe… this love was only meant to last for a time.” She stood, her movements graceful even in her sorrow. “Goodbye, Cheon-Sang. I’ll always treasure the time we had together.”

And then she was gone, leaving him alone under the stars. Lee Cheon-Sang sat in silence, the weight of her absence pressing down on him like a stone. He loved her—loved her more than he had ever loved anything in his life. But he had let her go, driven by his own selfish fear of losing even the smallest piece of her affection.

As the days turned into weeks, he found himself haunted by her absence. The gardens where they had walked felt empty, the nights without her warmth unbearable. He replayed her words over and over, wishing he could turn back time, wishing he could have found the courage to speak his truth.

But it was too late. She was gone, and he was left with nothing but memories of her gentle smile and the love he had let slip through his fingers.

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This made me upset

ENGLISH: Underverse 0.8 part 1 might be the last Underverse episode I publish. I'm done with the toxicity, the hypocrisy, and the bias. I give up trying to explain that I'm not a monster, I just wanted to have fun with a video game that made me happy. I'm not sure if I'll come back or want to make content on YouTube anymore, I'll have to take a long break after this, find another job, I don't know, stay ayaw from all this. Every year, it's the same thing, and I don't feel comfortable in this fandom anymore. I'm not mentally okay. I'm done pretending all this hate is not affecting me. Maybe if I step aside, these people will get the attention they've been wishing for, since there won't be that person and her work they hate so much. They feel I shouldn't have gotten an opportunity in the first place and that they could've done way better, as if this fandom were a competition. Or they'll just find another target to turn into a pariah. I'll make an announcement when the trailer/full episode will be released. ESPAÑOL:

Underverse 0.8 parte 1 podría ser el último episodio de Underverse que publique. Estoy harta de la toxicidad, la hipocresía y los prejuicios.

Me rindo tratando de explicar que no soy un monstruo, solo quería divertirme con un videojuego que me hacía feliz. No estoy segura si volveré o si querré hacer contenido en YouTube nuevamente. Tendré que tomarme un largo descanso después de esto, buscar otro trabajo, no sé, alejarme de todo esto.

Cada año es lo mismo, y ya no me siento cómoda en este fandom. No estoy bien mentalmente. Estoy cansada de fingir que todo este odio no me afecta.

Tal vez si me hago a un lado, estas personas obtendrán la atención que tanto han deseado, ya que no estará esa persona y su trabajo que tanto odian, que sienten que no debería haber tenido una oportunidad en primer lugar y que podrían haberlo hecho mucho mejor, como si este fandom se tratase de una competencia. O simplemente encontrarán otro objetivo para convertir en un paria.

Haré un anuncio cuando el tráiler/ episodio completo esté listo para ser publicado.

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People may hate me for doing this, I'm sorry

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I post funny stuff on my second account😀

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I post funny stuff on my second account 😀

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My edit of lady bone demon

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I'm getting better a editing

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Another edit by me