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[jello-writin]

Boundless Stars

importance: this is written without the knowledge of 3.3 story quest. phainon is flame reaver in this story.

Intertwined gently in his finger is a single blue hyacinth, accented with the sweet and aquatic aroma. He carefully preserved the sacred memento for years now; it was a reminder that he was more than a Chrysos Heirs—he was a human. Phainon leaned his head against the bumpy tree trunk and allowed the gentle breeze to ease his future worries. He heard you shuffle your body, he turned his gaze and watched as you turn to face the field of blue hyacinth; unfortunately, he could not see the expression you held.

“Do you know why I gifted you a blue hyacinth?” He hummed, so you continued: “Blue hyacinth means life.” Phainon’s hair softly danced among the wind as the flowers swayed with a low melody. There was a small pause, “I have dedicated most time with you—I know your loyalty no longer resides with me, but to the people in Okhema.. Yet, despite the raining and foggy days—I will pray for you, so the stars can guide your march to safety, carrying everyone’s hope.”

Phainon responded in silence—he was stunned. “I know.. During times like the black tide, there is no room for personal feelings,” he furrowed his brow momentarily before his expression softened, “But, I promise you that I will always return to you—no matter the circumstance.” He moved his body closer and gently clasped his hands on yours, he wanted you to see his determination—to know how much he means his declaration. 

He watched as you turned to face him—however, he could not make your face. It was blurry, and your face was hidden by your hair.

The wind blows strong. 

He blinked and noticed that all the hyacinth turned crimson and were wilting. In his hands was a red hyacinth—he blinked once again.

You are on the ground, multiple crimson flowers that leaks from your chest.

“..H.. Huh?” His vision trembled and his head felt scattered. He slowly fluttered his eyes but hastily opened them. The field of flowers was gone, replaced by multiple shelves that held many books. Scarlet liquid painted the ground, with paperwork and broken pieces of glass scattered alongside. His dominant hand carried a heavy weight, he quivered as he looked at the long sword—covered in blood.

Phainon was chagrined as he saw your deceased body.

“.. Ah,” he felt bilious.

All his memories came together. 

Right. He came here to save you.

—Yet, he failed. 

“... I .. failed.. My promise..”

Next cycle, he will ensure that his promise is fulfilled, regardless of the circumstance.

note: i borrowed a dialogue from “From All Time/Lovebrush Chronicles” again ...(*￣０￣)ノ.. i hope this makes sense, please let me know if it doesn't, conveying the story was more difficult than i thought (╬▔皿▔)╯i hope to release more stories since i am stressed and anxious over my university (my major was bio switched to criminology) and writing helps me cope. i'm debating to open request since i do need ideas. i have a twisted wonderful series i'm working on + i have a draft for anaxa i hope to publish it soon..! also would you guys enjoy fanfic with artwork? i want to post drawings to convey the story. feedback is appreciated, thanks for reading!

[jello-writin]

Passage of Time

cw: blood drinking

Under the brilliant and radiant moon, there was an air of intimacy that surrounded the empty chambers. Alucard allowed a small grunt to escape his lips as he felt your fangs pierce deeper into his neck. Small droplets of red liquid poured down his smooth and fair skin while the aroma of metallic iron was masked by the rose petals covered in the ground. “Beautiful,” you softly muttered, “Your blood is akin to your beauty..”

He fluttered his eyes open and stared at your face. Alucard’s lips tugged a small smile, “Why, thank you. Your beauty is incomparable as well.” He watched as you smiled in response. 

As you adjusted Alucard’s button-shirt, he focused his attention on the illustration that you had commissioned months ago. It was of you sitting on a chair, holding your son as he stood next to you. It bore a similar resemblance to the artwork his own mother had requested many years ago when he was recently born. 

——To Alucard, it was a reminder that he no longer lived in solitude. 

He reached for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. Although he was a vampire, his human heritage had blessed him with the human warmth that his mother often had. “It is very warm when you are here,” you said. "I pray that our son may have the privilege to be warm as well..”

“He will,” he replied. Melancholy consumed his thoughts as he stared at you and ardently began: “The morning veil will rise while the night falls. Many moon cycles will come and go.. Time continues to pass, for it knows no bounds. I have known solitude for most of my life—yet with you.. I am able to savor the moment we share together, I have appreciated even the tiniest fraction of second. Time feels slower with you, no longer does it rush through..” He leaned in closer, he pressed his lips against yours. “Thank you for giving me the greatest gift..”

note: in this context, sucking blood is intimacy and the mc sucks vampire blood only. the dialogue is inspired by for all time, lu chen/alkaid’s specifically. i apologize for the lack of creativity, any ooc/inaccuracies/inconsistent plot (；´д｀）ゞ. i am a little fixated on castelvania i might write about belmont and others anyways, thank you for reading!

[jello-writin]

Been having a bad brain rot about Star Wars and I’ve been thinking about this story I thought;

             『Anakin Skywalker / Doctor Strange!f!reader 』

          Imagine you’re basically Doctor Strange, you are in the midst of a battle with Darth Vader as he’s attempting to conquer your planet. It was a fierce battle considering you fought without the force and he did. But, being the master of Mystic Arts, you were capable of handling him. Or you thought lol. Because in the middle of the battle you were stabbed to death by his lightsaber. You were somewhat expecting this—as you had seen the other alternative universes before the battle so you expect different versions to play out—you used the Eye of Agamotto to reverse time slightly. Until you repeated this action constantly, to the point where you reversed time so much that in an act of desperation, you sent yourself years before Darth Vader was born. Now, knowing what’s to become of Anakin, you attempt to fix every single thing that would lead him to become Darth Vader. Without trying to get involved much of his life.

if i ever plan to do this, obi wan would be a love interest loI have a similar idea with Luke x a Peter Quill!reader (or maybe Gamora!reader) having a marvel and star wars moment RIP ALSO SORRY IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE IM JUST NOW GETTING INTO STAR WARS BUT I SWEAR IM TRYING :sob: anyways have a good day everyone!!

[jello-writin]

Moonlight.

Lord Garmadon x LBD!f!reader

His soft and gentle masculine hands held your maiden hands. His lips tugged a soft smile when he saw your eyes twinkling at the brilliant and radiant moon.

“________,” he softly whispered your name as he turned around to face the vast ocean. The layers of waves reminded him of gentle brush strokes of yale-blue and prussian-blue colours. “The moonlight is so beautiful tonight..”

You: “..The wind is also very gentle.”

He placed his right arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you felt him share his warmth with you. He closed his eyes, and the scent of blossom-filled his nostrils. He snuggled closer to your body to warm himself.

............

... .. .........

“G.. mad..” He heard the muffled voice called out. “Lord Garmadon.” He snapped his eyes wide open, and he was greeted by your figure. You wore an elegant attire - a white cheongsam with blue bone-shaped buttons and a long black skirt that fell on the floor. “It seems that you are distracted from our conversation,” your voice was drowned with the whispers of other voices. Even then if he cut through the layers of tranquillity he would find nothing more but foul intent in your voice. “I will discuss with you after your rest, my lord.”

CLANK, CLANK

The sound of your shoe tapping against the brown ground as you walked outside of the tent echoed in his ears.. you didn’t wait for him to reply.

The flower he once cared for with love wilted and was possessed by someone else.. now cared with hatred.

..Only he was to blame.

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Author Note—He once loved you and let you go. Filled with an empty heart, the Lady Bone Demon possessed your fragile heart, giving it a new meaning to creating a perfect world. It's been a while since I wrote and I decided that I love Garmadon sm, he is going to be my first post. Not my best work, hoping to do probably Rory from MBAV. Not edited