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I LOVE THIS KIND OF TROPE

MASHLE Incorrect quotes#9 Facts

Dot: Once I overheard Y/n and Orter having a fight that went like this-

flashback

Orter: Anything that comes out of your mouth is stupid

Yuu: Orter Mádl

End Flashback

Dot: To this day I still laugh out loud in inappropriate settings because I randomly think about it-

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In the mood to write an angst, be prepared :D and no ship !!

FAILED

☞︎︎︎ in which Mash Burnedead failed to wake up on time and Innocent Zero killed everyone

Why is everyone sleeping?

"Everyone...?" He calls out after he recovers from his slumber. He expects to see Lance, Dot, Finn, Rayne, or even Orter fight against Innocent Zero when he wakes up. Instead of that, everyone is laying on the ground, sleeping.

But there's blood. Everywhere.

"You're awake, Mash Burnedead." He snaps his head at the source of the voice. There, Innocent Zero stands behind him, red liquid all over his face. "But you're quite late. You failed to watch me destroy the world."

Golden eyes watch his every move. "You look rather confused," the now-immortal man sighs. "I told you..." he closes his eyes before opening them again. "This world... serves me. To be immortal. I need it empty... so I don't have any obstacles or enemies to threaten my life. I-"

"What did you do...?"

"Pardon?" Innocent Zero asks, frowning at his rudeness to cut him off. Mash is looking at him, but he can't see his eyes as his long bangs cover them.

"My friends..." Mash Burnedead mutters, something about his empty tone sends shivers down Innocent Zero's spine. "...why are they sleeping right now? What did you do?"

He calms himself down, there's no way this kid can do such a thing to scare him.

"I see you're still in denial," he murmurs with a surprisingly tender voice. "Mash Burnedead. You have failed. Your friends are dead."

No response.

Innocent Zero continues, "You slept for too long. I managed to kill every human being in this world." He reveals. "You're alone now, Mash Burnedead." He finishes the painful statement that hits Mash like a bullet impales his heart.

His lips part, but there are no words formed from his throat. He shakes his head, his hands clench into fists as he stares at the ground with wide eyes.

Then everything turns black.

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He opens his eyes.

Was that all a dream...? He wonders. But when he looks around, it's still the same. Everyone is laying on the ground, unmoving, dead.

But there is his so-called father near him. He, too, is all bloody, his red eyes stares into void without any sparks of life.

Did he kill him? Is he a killer now?

"....sand guy. Where's Orter...?" He murmurs, his voice sounds hoarse. "I killed someone... he must be mad. He must want to throw me into jail..." he stands up wobbly.

He walks around, no place comes to mind. Corpses of unknown citizens are the only thing that greet his awaken.

"Rayne and the principal must be disappointed... Lance would've scolded me for this. Where are they...?" No answer can assure him.

A familiar blue hair catches his eyes. Widening them, he runs towards his friend, adrenaline rush in his veins.

"Lance...!" He calls out.

There, his friends, everyone, are standing together, smiling at him. As if telling him that he did it.

He did what...?

"Mash!"

He can hear Finn and Lemon's voices.

"Victory dance, yeay!"

Yes, they would've danced around foolishly since Mash defeated Innocent Zero.

"I did most of the work!"

Dot exclaims, pointing to himself with pride.

"Mash, you didn't have to kill him," Lance mutters, his tone scolding him.

Rayne would stare at him with a frown but said nothing. Orter would try to get him into jail. Everyone would have different reactions.

He's still running towards them. His breaths are heavy, his chest is aching.

It hurts.

He trips on a small pebble and falls pathetically onto the ground, a low 'oof' escapes his lips. His hands shakily lift his weight up as he raises his head to look at his friends.

There's no one standing there.

They're all laying on the ground, lifeless.

Mash shakes his head as he wipes the bleeding bruise on his cheek. His shaky breaths are the only sound in the quiet atmosphere.

Mash feels pathetic. Running around like a fool in denial.

Oh, wait...

He's in denial.

He clenches his fists, the tips of his fingers grazing the earth until they draw blood. In front of him is Lance, his face against the rough ground so Mash can't see him.

"Lance..." he calls out, unaware of the tremors in his voice. "Lance, I... I'm planning to let you have the title divine visionary after this. I don't like to work so much, so I hope you won't mind it..." he mutters, head hangs low. "I defeated Innocent Zero.. but I think I killed him. I shouldn't have done that, right?"

For the first time, he chuckles. "You'll... scold me as usual, right? Because you said you don't want me to do bad things as my classmate..." he breathes out. "Dot, Finn and others..."

They're all laying around, scattered near Lance.

"They'll throw a party after this, right? I want cream puffs..."

He exhales, his arms that are supporting him tremble. His whole body is shaking as he stares down onto the ground. He grits his teeth, his vision is getting blurred.

"We're supposed to graduate together..."

Droplets of tears drip down onto earth.

"I'm sorry..." he says shakily. "I failed you guys. I'm sorry."

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Inspired by this video, credit to the owner !!

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Metempsychosis

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜

Mashle x One piece crossover fic

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 ♡︎

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𝕄𝔼𝕋𝔼𝕄ℙ𝕊𝕐ℂℍ𝕆𝕊𝕀𝕊 - 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖

•°• ✾ •°•

❝ 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝? ❞

❝ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. ❞

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𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖

This is the magic realm. All who reside in this world can use magic at will. Thus, magic has become a natural part of everyone's daily life. A gift believed to have been bestowed by God. Its importance is so great that one's level of mastery even determines one's social status. 

But deep within a certain forest…

A deer trembles, watching a certain ravenette working out, pumping up a weight of the dumbbell that no human can lift. 

…there is one who stands in opposition to the world's rule. 

MASH BURNEDEAD puts the large dumbbell on its holder with a huff as he lifts a paper bag of cream puffs. He takes one and munches on the soft texture of the pastry. "Nothing like a cream puff after pumping." He mutters to himself as the terrified deer stares at him in disbelief. 

"Mash! Are you done?" 

And then there's this devil's child. 

Mash turns to another ravenette as he finishes his cream puff. "Luffy," he greets him. "Yes, I'm just finished. What about you?" He asks as he takes another cream puff and reaches out for the other to take it. 

"I've finished mine, too." Luffy grinned, taking a seat beside the golden eyed ravenette. He accepts the cream puff in delight. "Thanks." He smiles. 

The corner of his lips lift up slightly. "It's delicious, right?" Mash asks his companion as Luffy nods his head. "Mhm. But meat is better," he claims with pride. 

"Of course meat is better. They provide proteins for us," Mash sighs before standing up. "C'mon, let's go home." He reaches out his hand to the other, which is taken. 

Luffy gets on his feet and rests both of his hands behind his head. "What do you think the old man will make for dinner?" He asks randomly. 

"Luffy, it's not even lunchtime yet." 

"Do we push it or pull it?" 

Luffy hums, tilting his head to the side as he scrunches his eyebrows. "I've opened this door before, but I don't remember. You made me confused, Mash." 

"Sorry…" 

"It's nothing. We'll just do whatever we can to open it." The shorter ravenette suggests. "Okay." 

Crack

"AAAHHHH!" 

"Oh, hey pops." Mash says nonchalantly as he notices the older man's presence. "We're back." 

"Yo, old man!" Luffy raises his hand cheerfully. 

"All you had to do was open the door, not rip it off its hinges!" Regro exclaims, making the young ravenette look down. "Sorry…" Luffy steps in, "Don't yell at him, old man! I was the one who told him to just rip it off if he can't open it!" 

"Then why didn't you open it?!" 

"Sorry…" 

"N-No, it's alright… as long as you understand what you did…" Regro mutters blankly. 'They're so amenable. How could I get mad at them?' 

"We'll fix it!" 

"Wait—AAAHHHH!!!" Regro screams, watching as his two adopted sons smash the poor door at its frame. "TURN IT! YOU HAVE TO TURN IT!" 

However, the pounding of the door is too loud, so they cannot hear him. "Weird… it won't go back in." Mash tilts his head to the side confusedly as Luffy hums. "Mash, you have to turn it. Put the door by the shape of the door frame," he suggests. 

Regro cries dramatically as he covers his mouth, crocodile tears flow on his face. 'Luffy is smart despite not going to school!' He mutters in his head. 

"Like this?" Mash asks, turning the wooden door according to the door frame's shape. Luffy nods his head and grins. "Yep! Just like that!" He pats the taller ravenette's head proudly. 

Mash raises an eyebrow, "But how do we stick it back?" He asks curiously as Luffy smiles. 

"Don't ask me, I'm not a shipwright." He dismisses nonchalantly. "Why a shipwright?" Mash tilts his head to the side. "Not a carpenter?" 

Luffy pauses, his mind goes blank. "Uh… I don't know." He shrugs. "It's the same, they still need to fix and build." 

"Forget about that for now. How's your training routine?" Regro asks the two ravenette. 

"Done!" 

"Done," Mash murmurs. "But there's something I want to ask you, pops." Luffy glances at him curiously. "Why do you have us do nothing but work out?" He asks, as Luffy blinks in realisation. "I've been meaning to ask you that too! Not for me though, it's about Mash after all." 

Regro looks at them silently before lowering his head, his eyebrows furrow. "Because you are…" 

'Because you are different. Since you can't use magic, this is the least I can do for you…' 

"Is it because he can't use magic?" Luffy asks, making the poor old man flinch in shock. Slowly, he nods his head. “Yes, that’s true. Mash can’t use magic, so he needs a way to protect himself from the world. This is the least I can do for him,” he admits softly before locking his eyes with Luffy’s round ones. “I hope you will help him too, Luffy.” 

The said teen grins and nods his head. “Of course I will, old man. He’s my brother after all.” He wraps an arm around Mash’s neck, headlocking him, making him stumble due to their height difference. “This guy wouldn’t survive without me. I won’t die before him,” Mash releases himself from the shorter male’s arm. “That’s a promise,” he mutters. “Right?” 

The cheerful ravenette nods his head eagerly. “Yep!” Regro frowns, “You shouldn’t promise something like that, Luffy. What if one day—” 

“You worry too much, old man. It’s not good for your health,” He cuts the older man off. “Plus, I’m strong. No one can kill me.” He exclaims with confidence, making Regro shake his head. “Whatever you say, kid. You must’ve gotten that confidence from Garp.”

Luffy makes a face when he hears his grandfather’s name. “Ew, no. I don’t want to get anything from him.” 

“Gramps will kill you if he hears that.” Mash comments on his remark, and Lufy’s shoulders slump. “Then I’m not sure if I can keep that promise.” The bowl cut ravenette scoffs and ruffles the latter’s hair before putting something on his head. Luffy glances up to see his beloved straw hat, making him grin with glee. 

“My hat!” Mash shakes his head, “You left it back in the forest. You’re lucky I noticed it.” 

“Shihihihi! Thanks, Mash!” 

“Alright, boys. I’m heading out.” Regro says curtly. “I’ve told both of you countless times before, but you must never venture out in the city.”

“We won’t.” Mash replies shortly, making Regro smile softly. “Both of you are good sons, Mash, Luffy. So amenable. I’ll return soon.” 

As Regro leaves, Mash suddenly takes out a piece of paper and gestures at Luffy to come closer. A poster of Goblin Cream Puffs special menu is printed on the white sheet of paper. The two brothers exchange looks before the straw hatted one grin. 

“We’re sorry, pops, but we cannot ignore the call of an empty stomach.” 

“Wait, Mash.” The ravenette’s steps come into a halt as his brother calls out to him. “Don’t you think we should draw a magic mark on your face?” Luffy asks as he takes a black marker. “C’mon, let me draw one on your face.” 

Mash obliques, as he sits on the chair for Luffy to reach his face. As the straw hatted ravenette draws the magic mark, Mash speaks. “Luffy,” the said teen hums. “I’ve actually been wondering about another thing.” 

“Tell me, I’m listening.” He replies, his eyes focusing on drawing. 

“Why doesn’t pops worry about you?” 

His hand freezes at the question as Mash continues, “You don’t have a mark too. Shouldn’t pops be worried about you too instead of me alone?” 

“...” Luffy closes the pen marker and puts it back to its place. “We’re different, Mash. You don’t have any magic,” he pauses as he takes a seat across the other. “But you don’t have any curse either.” 

Luffy lifts his hand and stares at it. “I don’t have any magic marks, but I have a curse mark." He mutters, showing the mark on his neck. "That makes us different, Mash. I also have my scar to trick people around.” He then locks his eyes with the golden ones. “I have enough power to protect myself. Old man is worried about you because you only depend on your strength, while the others have supernatural powers.” 

Mash stares at him silently as he continues. “But that doesn’t make you weak. You’re strong, Mash, even stronger than me! Isn’t that awesome?” Luffy exclaims, lighting up the mood. He stands up and approaches the honey-eyed male, ruffling his hair softly. “Let’s go. You don’t want the cream puffs out, right?” Mash gasps and immediately follows his brother, running slightly to catch up to him as he mumbles to himself. “Why do I feel like we’ve forgotten something…?” 

They arrive at the city, and Luffy frowns at the people who use magic for anything. “Couldn’t they just do stuff by hand?” Mash comments as he stares at the citizen. Luffy nods his head, “I know right? Magic just makes people lazy and too dependent.” 

“We’ll take 10 of the special,” Mash orders as the man nods his head. “Sure thing.” The ravenette hands him the weird-shaped coins, which make the man dumbfounded. “Uh…” 

Luffy immediately takes the coins and apologises. “Sorry, he’s so excited that he crushed these coins.” He reformed the coins back to its shape before giving it back to the man. “Here you go.” 

The poor man is terrified. 

“Thank you for waiting,” Mash accepts the cream puffs with a silent enlightenment, making Luffy smile. “Thank you very much." 

The wind blows softly, bringing Mash's hood down as he gasps. Luffy widens his eyes and helps him take his hood back on his head. He sighs, “It’s a relief we made your mark,” he mutters as the wind blows again, this time taking his straw hat down to his nape. Luckily, it has a string around Luffy’s neck so it doesn’t get blown away. 

The straw hatted ravenette pouts as he puts his hat back onto his head. “Gee, the wind sure hates us.” Mash nods his head as he munches on a cream puff.  

However, they don’t realise how the citizens are looking at them, or specifically, the straw hatted ravenette.

“H-Hey, did you see that?” 

“Y-You saw that too?” 

“Yes, I did!...”

“The curse mark…” 

“We need to report this!”

“Wonder what everyone was all riled up about back there…” Mash mumbles as he swallows the cream puff. Luffy hums, “Don’t mind them. They’re just thrilled to see two handsome teenagers like us,” he replies as Mash looks at him weirdly. 

However, he’s quick to switch his attention to the pastry in his hand. “So yummy…” he murmurs, not noticing the police officer in front of him. 

Luffy is quick to react as he grabs Mash’s hand to stop him, and he gets a success in doing so. But the police officer walks straight and bumps into the munching boy, and earns some cream on his suit. 

“Oh, sorry.” Being the good boy he is, Mash apologises. 

“Hey, hey! Can’t you see there’s an officer working here?!” The officer exclaims angrily. “I’m a proud member of the magic police, here to protect ordinary folks like you, don’t you know?! And do I get any thanks? No! My only reward is lousy, bottom barrel pay!” 

Luffy steps in front of Mash with a frown on his face. “So? Why are you telling us? It’s not like we can do anything about that dirty government of yours!” He remarks, glaring daggers at the older man. 

“What did you say, brat?!” 

“I didn’t know the proud member of the magic police is deaf,” He says mockingly. “I pity you.” 

The officer clenches his fists and grits his teeth, “Why you—!” 

“Luffy, don’t.” Mash grabs the shorter teen’s shoulder before he can pick a fight with the officer. He hands out his half-eaten cream puff at the officer. “Would you like a cream puff? You seem like you could use it.” He offers, making Luffy scrunches his face in dismay. If it was him, he wouldn’t offer anyone his food except his brother. 

However, that just makes the man’s blood boil even more. “You got some nerve! Bratty little punk!” He slaps away the cream puff from the ravenette’s hand. “Picking a fight with an officer? Don’t you know I’m the law of this land?! And what about my uniform, punk?!” 

Luffy pulls Mash back to his side and grabs a hold of the officer’s uniform and rips it off. He throws the cloth away as he glares at the older man. “There you go. All clean without that government uniform.” He smiles threateningly. “And for your information, your law doesn’t work on me. God's law doesn’t work on the devils either, right?” 

“Y-You…” The officer quickly covers his bare chest with his hand as Luffy narrows his eyes at him. “Talk to my brother like that again and I’ll beat the shit out of you.” 

“What’s the problem, Terry?” A new voice is heard as the officer, Terry, turns to the source of the voice. “It’s these kids, Brad!” He exclaims as Luffy scoffs. “These kids got you squealing like that?” The new man, Brad Coleman, raises an eyebrow. 

He then widens his eyes when they land on Luffy’s neck. “...is that him? The cursed brat from that report?’ 

“What are you looking at, ‘Brat’?” The said man irks at the straw hatted teen. 

However, before he or Luffy get to continue, Regro comes running and grabs both Mash and Luffy. “Please excuse my sons!” He runs straight to their house. 

“How many times have I told you?! Do not go to the city on your own!” 

“I’m really sorry… it won’t happen again…” Mash slumps his shoulders, feeling guilty. Regro’s anger immediately disappears. “Well… that’s good I suppose…” He mutters. “Just be more careful next time, alright?” He then turns to the straw hatted ravenette. “You too, Luffy. Don’t pick a fight with citizens,” Luffy looks away, huffing before nodding his head. “...fine, even though he was the one who bumped into Mash…” 

Regro nods his head with satisfaction. “As punishment, repeat this morning’s training routine.”

“Hell yeah!” 

“Okay,” Mash replies calmly, to opposition from Luffy. “By the way, the rest of these cream puffs are for you.” He hands out the paperbag to the older man, which he accepts. “Oh, thank you.” 

“What are you looking at?” 

“The squirrel is trembling.” 

Mash hums at his statement. “Are you slacking off, Luffy? Pops wouldn’t like that.” He murmurs. Luffy shakes his head as he stares at the poor squirrel. “Nah, I’ve already doubled my training for today. So that makes up for the punishment,” 

“Can it work like that?”

“Yeah, for me.” 

Mash puts down the large dumbbell onto the ground as Luffy glances at him. “Done already?” The taller ravenette nods his head. “Five minutes is all I need when I put my mind to it.” He replies. “Let’s go home for more cream puffs.” 

“Yea, let’s go.” Luffy nods his head. “For some reason, I have a bad feeling.”

“Hm… push or pull again?” Mash murmurs as Luffy chuckles. “Let me open it.” He reaches out his hand to open the door, but freezes when he hears a voice.

“You knew we’d come for that kid,” Mash widens his eyes. “That’s why you hid him.” Luffy grips the doorknob tightly. “Magic is a gift from God. That kid doesn’t have a mark on his face, instead, he has one on his neck. He’s cursed. You know the curse is the opposition to God, right? Keeping him is a sin. His existence itself is a threat,” Mash clenches his fists. 

“In other words… they must die.” 

Regro struggles to breath as the officer holds him up in the air. His eyes narrow, his mind travels back to the moments he met Mash and Luffy. 

Mash was just an infant when Garp handed him to Regro, just before he killed himself. He gave him a reason to live, as the baby needed him. 

However, Garp sent Luffy to him when Mash was a mere six-years-old kid. Same like the unmarked boy, this cursed child needed him too. Luffy might be a troublemaker at first, but later on Mash’s kind nature became his. Both of them are good and kind, and they need him. To be protected from cruel fate. 

“...RUN, MASH! LUFFY!” Regro screams on top of his lungs. “GO ON, MASH, LUFFY! GET OUT OF HERE!” 

“Pipe down, will you?!” Brad attacks him with his magic, but Regro keeps screaming. “RUN AWAY!” 

“Last chance, old man. Before I make you really regret this—” 

BANG!

Mash pushes an officer’s head as Luffy walks in, his eyes glaring at Brad. “Regret what, Brat?” He asks, a hint of sarcasm is audible in his tone. 

“Hey, punk! I haven’t forgotten what you did—” Terry doesn’t get to finish his sentence as Mash rips his uniform off, and his exe has stopped working. Before he can recover, Mash slaps him countlessly until he falls. 

Brad stares at Mash with wide eyes as he sees no marks on his face. “You don’t just keep a cursed kid, but also an unmarked? This is more than a sin, old man.” He narrows his eyes at the man. “An unmarked and cursed child… you’ve gone too far!” 

Luffy steps closer, “Oh yeah? Wanna see how far I can go?” He threatens. “I’ll show you what makes me a cursed child—”

He cuts himself off when Mash steps ahead of him. “Let me, Lufy.” The straw hatted teen raises an eyebrow. “He hurt pops,” Mash mutters, his bangs covering his eyes. “Both of you always do your best to protect me. This time, let me protect you.” 

Luffy softens his eyes as a smile makes its way to his lips. He steps back and chuckles. 

“They’re yours, brother.” 

𝕥.𝕓.𝕔

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𝕄𝔼𝕋𝔼𝕄ℙ𝕊𝕐ℂℍ𝕆𝕊𝕀𝕊 - 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 , 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

.ೃ࿐

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➷ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐨𝐜, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 !

➷ 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐠𝐛𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬

➷ 𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐨𝐜

➷ 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲

➷ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝

➷ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

➷ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐜, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐫𝐜

➷ 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 - 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝

     𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 - 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐲      𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬

➷ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜

𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡︎

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲

[rayne-astrophile]

FR I CAN IMAGINE THEIR INTERACTION

completely unrelated but mikey, mash, and nagi would totally just

[rayne-astrophile]

Rt 🙏

wait friends can u recommend some of ur fave writers (that have similar interests as me) bc i’m genuinely being so deadass when i say that i only follow four people 😭😭😭

[rayne-astrophile]

Aching to make a mashle x one piece crossover rn

[rayne-astrophile]

Special oneshot before Valentine's Day ends :D

Buttons - Rayne Ames x F!Reader

Notes - inspired by a comic I read when i was a child where japanese students give their shirt's button (the one in the same level as their heart) to their crush because it kind of means they give their heart to them!

- highschool!au & ooc rayne

You have a crush on Rayne Ames even before he becomes the Student Council's president. He might not remember you, but he had helped you with your homework when you first attended Easton.

Since then, you fell in love with him.

And today is Valentine's day. Students start to give their shirt's button to their crushes.

You grip yours in your hand. You want to give it to Rayne, but you're still considering it. What if he doesn't accept it? What if he doesn't like you? What if he doesn't remember you at all?

But you have promised yourself to confess your feelings for him today, on Valentine's day. It doesn't matter if he rejects you, you just want him to acknowledge your feelings.

In the end, you come to a conclusion to give him your shirt's button.

It is lunch break when you try to find Rayne. You look around the school, and finally you catch a glimpse of half blonde and half raven hair behind the class building.

Your eyes lit up as you take a step forward, but-

"Please take my button," You widen your eyes when a girl's voice reaches your ears. You immediately hide yourself at the other side of the building as you listen to the girl's confession for Rayne.

Your heart aches in pain, as the possibilities of him accepting the girl's confession still exists. You peek silently from the other side.

That girl is the student council's vice president, Judy. She is the beauty of the school, and she didn't get that title for nothing. Her blonde hair and her ocean eyes... she's just perfect. She also performs well in academics, adding to her popularity.

You're doing well with your academics, too, but you're more low key. You always hate attention.

Despite both of them being the dream partner, the students can't help but ship them. "Perfection is for perfection", they say.

That makes you ponder,

What if Rayne accepts her? Do you have no chance at all? Does he---

"I appreciate your feelings for me," Rayne's smooth voice cuts you off from your train of thoughts. "But I can't accept it. I'm sorry," he apologises as Judy slowly retreats her button. "It's fine, Rayne." She smiles as she puts her button into her pocket. "I just want to get over this feeling and focus on studying." She runs a hand through her hair.

Judy lets out a sigh as she looks at Rayne. "So, who's the lucky one? I see you already took off your button." She asks in interest.

Her sentence makes your heart shatter into pieces. You lower your head and your feet finally take you away from the scene as you put your button into your pocket.

Rayne stays silent as he looks to the side; at your previous hiding spot.

"I'm going to give it to her now."

You enter the empty class, while the other students are busy giving their buttons to their crushes. Everyone is laughing and smiling, while you're alone, doing your own things.

It is not long after that you hear the door of the classroom being pushed open.

What you do not expect is your crush walking in.

Your heart skips a beat as your eyes meet his golden ones, which you immediately look away. Even so, you can see him entering the class from the corner of your eyes.

"Why are you here? Don't you want to give your button to your crush?"

You raise your head to look at him as he is already (surprisingly) in front of you. You look around the class before pointing to yourself, "You're asking me?"

Rayne visibly frowns. "Who else would I be talking to if it's not you? Do you see anyone else in this class, (Last name)?"

You gape your mouth, "Y-You know me?" You ask in disbelief. His frown darkens as he furrows his eyebrows. "What's that supposed to mean?" He mutters. "We've been classmates since our first year."

You look away timidly as you brush a strand of your hair to the back of your ear, only for it to fall back. "I didn't think you'd remember me," you whisper softly, which is audible to him.

"And why'd you think that?"

Is he always this talkative? You are already screaming on the inside.

"I..." you trail your eyes away from him. "Have... have you given your button to your crush?"

His frown is even more visible when you change the topic. He lets out a sigh, but he wants to get over it anyway.

"I was going to give it to her," he murmurs. "Do you think she'll accept it?" His question makes you confused. Why would he want your opinion?

"Of course she will. You're everyone's crush, you know?" You mumble, your voice is barely above a whisper.

But he still can hear it.

"Is that so?" He asks, and you can barely see the corners of his lips lift up as he reaches out his fist to you. "Then, you'll accept this, right?"

He opens his fist, revealing a button in his palm. Your eyes widen as you look at him in disbelief.

"W-What?"

Rayne trails his eyes away from you. "It's okay if you don't want to. I see you, too, have taken off your button." He lowers his hand, only for you to take it into yours.

"N-No! I..." you stutter as you take out your own button from your pocket. Hesitantly, you put the small object on his palm. "You can take mine. I-I can't possibly take yours,"

Rayne stares at the two buttons on his palm before locking his eyes with yours. "Why not?" You lower your head as you fiddle your hands on your lap. "I-I just can't believe it. You can't possibly have feelings for someone like me-"

"Let me prove it to you, then."

You flinch when his warm hand cups your cheek and lifts your head up to face him. Before you knew it, his soft lips pressed against yours, taking your breath away.

He moves his lips with a gentle, delicate movement as his other hand rests on your nape, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You find yourself lost in his kiss as you grip the hem of your skirt, your cheeks burning and your heart beating faster than ever.

Seconds feel like eternity for you until Rayne finally pulls away. His tongue runs on his lower lip as his golden eyes stare into yours.

"Is that enough?" He asks breathlessly, his own cheeks heating up as you are already as red as a beautiful rose. "I-I..." you stutter, struggling to arrange your words.

"It's still not enough, I see."

You gasp, "Wait-"

Before you can finish your sentence, he presses his lips against yours once again. His hands move from your nape to your waist, pulling you closer, earning a gasp from you, and he takes advantage of your parted lips to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He tastes every inch of your mouth as he turns your bodies around so that your back is against the desk. His hand on your waist moves onto your desk, trapping you as he kisses you passionately.

After what seems like forever, he finally pulls away. He looks over to the door before looking back at you. "Seems like the other students are still not coming back," he hums. "I've been waiting to do this since our first year," he mutters, his thumb brushes against your lower lip. His eyes stare into yours as he leans in, hungry for more.

The moment the sentence escapes his lips, you figure, that him, too, has fallen ever since your first encounter.

BYE

[rayne-astrophile]

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[rayne-astrophile]

月光 ݁ ˖ MOONLIGHT ── CHAPTER ONE. THE CRUEL AND LONELY AFTERMATH OF A GREAT WAR BETWEEN NATIONS.

CONTENTS. warnings of dead bodies, slight gore (slicing through the skin), suicide of an enemy party. wc of a thousand.

moonlight series masterlist ₊ 𓂃 chapter two

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊, night-time, right after the evening where the golden hour turns into dusk. the sun has set completely, allowing the moon to rise and take up on its duty for the rest of the night. it was only a few hours ago that humanity officially ended a war between nations. chaos ceased right then with only one victor left standing.

Y/N, nobody but a mere girl who was turned and twisted to be in the war not by choice, but by the lack of freewill. nobody but a daughter of a swordsmith. nobody but a daughter of a lady who sells potatoes and sometimes mooncakes during mid-autumn festival by the streets to make a living. you are nobody... but a doll of the battlefield, simply selected by some soldiers to be made into a weapon on the rough battlefield.

woe to you who survived through the hellish nightmare of watching your comrades get their chest pierced by spears. woe to you who survived the cuts all across your limbs by the blades of the other innocent souls, also forced to be on the battlefield. woe to you who was the only living being standing amongst puddles and mountains of corpses. and woe to you, for you had to lay a finger on your last standing enemy who eventually unalived himself for the sake of surrendering.

you still remembered the scene of the man standing in front of you, crying his eyes out and begging you to kill him. as the last person standing, shouldn't there already be some sort of peace? you didn't know why but before you could even say anything but to touch his shoulders, he used his blade and run it across the skin of his throat, allowing the substance you despised so much to swiftly flow out.

now venturing on your own after leaving thousands of corpses behind, you walked and walked and walked through forests, meadows, riverbanks, and eventually your journey halted as you stepped forth into a huge mountain.

you unsheathed your sword, pointing it at the direction where you sensed a presence lurking around. "who are you?!" you exclaimed at the person, a man with half a yellow and black hair. he possessed such blank golden honey eyes, almost as if you could drown in the dew, consumed by the sweetest of emptiness.

something about him doesn't feel right though. he is man, but he feels something more than man. something closer to a divine being that harbours magical abilities. why would a man be in the middle of a huge mountain anyways? why is the man dressed in such fine clothing and is alone in a mountain? is he a nobleman to be clothed such a way? what intrigues you the most is the two line that runs from his eyes down to his cheeks.

the grip on your sword tightens, ready to offense and defense for anything that might happen.

"what may a mighty warrior such as you be doing here?" he finally spoke, furrowing his eyebrows. the man spoke with authority, as if you aren't supposed to even step foot in this mountain. his honey eyes scanned all over your body, taking notes that you obtained cuts, stabs, and hurts all around. "you are injured. physically and mentally. perhaps you seek solace in this mountain. that is why you are here."

this man had read you like a book. the grip on your hilt tightened even more, before it loosens and you drop your arm. your eyes slowly dropping to the ground too. "you're not human. what are you?"

"the god of this mountain. rayne ames. i know the very inner being of any living creature that sets foot in my mountain," the mountain god said as he lifted his hands up and a group of fallen petals arise and danced along the wind. rayne spun his hands in a circular motion, the wind following to dance around you. then, the flowers slowly and beautifully flow down all around you. "everything of this mountain belongs to me."

as he uttered those words, a petal fell right at the palm of your hands. you gently held your hand out. even though it has fallen from its origins, it remains as beautiful and fresh as it first blossomed, unscathed even. the petal then jumped right out of your palm and flew away along the wind.

"if everything in this mountain belongs to you, may i... stay here and be one of yours..?"

rayne ames' eyes widened just in the slightest way, before it shuts, locking away the sweet honey dew. "i refuse. descend the mountain and return to your people."

"but i have no people!" you shouted. "i thought you knew that, stupid god..." that came out as a whisper, merely decipherable to one.

as much as rayne feels so much sympathy for the hurt, he cannot allow a human to live in the mountains with him. it is simply impossible. but your words strike him in a way that he couldn't quite understand. the words ‘i have no people’ reminded him so much of himself. just like how he is a mountain god and always alone.

"y/n, you may stay," he turns around and walks away. "but if you spill poison in the soil and roots of this mountain, i will cast you out." relief embraced you as worry left you when his words filled your ears. "you are now mine, y/n."

"what is your name?" rayne asks, letting out a sigh.

"y/n."

you are his, rayne ames the god of this mountain. the moment you spoke to him, the moon has already sent the stars to form a fate between the two of you. moonlight belonged to a mountain god who accepted a human girl and a mighty warrior who seek solace in the haven of a divine being.

NOTES. omg what an exciting fic!!! jokes anyways happy valentine's day! this series will be updated every day 🖤

TAGS ݁ ˖ @kyoghurts @anqelically @caelivir @bbladie @ansbobcar @rjasmin2021 (taglist opened!)

© SENEON￤MOONLIGHT 2024. do not alter or repost.

[rayne-astrophile]

i think i'm getting into another fandom :"D

Mashle x Reader Headcanons

When they were sick for the first time after getting into a relationship with you

Mash

Bro doesn't realise that he's sick

You have been pointing it out since morning, but he doesn't want to listen

He rarely gets sick, after all

So when he finally accepts the fact that he's actually sick, you help him get into bed

Nothing much happens, he's obedient

Until you give him medicine

He throws up after eating a pill

"T-Too bitter...."

You have to mix the medicine with the cream puff

At first, he'll be like "???" because the cream puff tastes like the medicine he threw up

But he finishes anyway, because it's the cream puff you made for him

After that, you give him another one to make up for that trick cuz you feel bad

He'll ask you to cuddle with him in his bed

He's a large teddy bear

The next day, he's already well, but you get sick because of the cuddle from last night

He'll ask Lance to help him take care of you ❤️

Lance

This man refuses to accept the fact that he's sick

"I'm not sick, I never get sick, I can't get sick because Anna needs me-"

"Anna will be upset if you don't take care of yourself."

And on the bed he goes

Nothing much to do, he can take medicine well

But he can't take it when you want to feed him porridge that you cook for him

"Stop, I'm not a child!"

"C'mon, this is the only time I can be romantic with you!"

After an argument that you barely win, you get to feed him

His cheeks are red when you reach out a spoonful of porridge, but the delightful smile on your face makes him eat anyway

It's true, both of you never have romantic moments together

He always focuses on healing Anna, and you respect that

You don't complain at all, and he's definitely grateful for that

For not leaving him because he puts his priority on someone else instead of you

Welcome to reality guys, family matters more than lover

That's why he doesn't mind it when you stay with him the whole day

This moment is the only time he spends with you, with you alone

Before, whenever he gets sick, he's always by himself

So when he has you, he's so grateful

For your love and patience for him

The next day, everything went back to normal

Both of you will act like usual, like friends do instead of lovers

Except for the fact that he always stands by your side instead of being beside Mash, Dot or Finn

It's a small change, you barely noticed it but you do anyway

And that just makes you love him more ❤️

Rayne

He knows that he's sick

The moment he wakes up, he knows there is something wrong with him and figures that he has a fever

But man doesn't care

He has a job, and he doesn't care about himself

But he has you, and you care for him

At first, you don't notice it

But when your hand accidentally brushes his, you can feel that he's burning

But he's quick to deny it

"Rayne! You're sick-"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

You force him to rest, but you know how he is

You give up and ask Wahlberg to give Rayne a one-day break, and he immediately agrees

He knows that lad needs rest too

So you come to Rayne, the wide grin on your face makes him furrow his eyebrows

"I asked Wahlberg-san to give you a one-day break. So let's rest!"

He sighs

"You're truly a stubborn one, aren't you?"

"You are, too!"

But he knows, that is one of the reasons why he falls in love with you

He lets you take him back to his dorm and tuck him to bed

You tend his needs; food, medicine and check his temperature from time to time

You never leave his side, and he doesn't complain

When the class time comes, he lets you go. He thinks he's not important enough for you to skip classes, so he tells you to go to class

You did go to class anyway, because you know he won't be a brat and get off the bed until you're back

After the class session, you go back to his dorm to check on him

When you arrive, he's sleeping

He looks so cute in his bunny blanket

You try to not make a sound, but when you touch his forehead to check on his temperature, his eyes snap open, startling you

He immediately sits up despite your protest

"I made some notes for you. You can catch up with the syllabus later, but you need to rest now."

He's grateful that he chooses you to be his partner

You make him a porridge and he lets you feed him without a word

This makes you happy, because you never have such moments with him

Rayne is a busy man. He never really has time for you, but you understand

So you treasure this moment so much

After feeding him, you tuck him back to bed and put a damp towel on his forehead to ease the temperature

When you think that he's sleeping, you play with his hair while sitting beside the bed happily

Little did you know, he's awake all along

He likes it when you play with his hair. It's soothing

When the night comes, you ask his roommate to switch with you for a night

At first, Rayne says that it is unnecessary, but you are his girlfriend, you have the right to be worried

You sit on a chair beside the bed, telling him about your day

He listens of course. This is the only moment he can spend his time with you, after all

Then, when you're getting sleepy, you rest your head on your palm as your elbow rests on the bed as you talk to him

He notices that you are getting sleepy

"Come, get on the bed." He offers

You had done everything for him today

You tend his needs, go to class, and stay by his side without break

He doesn't even know if you take your meal or not

So sharing a bed with you is the least he can do

At first, you refuse because you don't want him to be uncomfortable

But when he insists, you happily agree

You would take as small space as you could on the bed as you're still worried that he might get uncomfortable

But then he grabs your hand and pulls you into his embrace, shocking you

"Rayne...?"

He rests your head on his chest as his warmth engulfs you

"Don't talk. Just sleep,"

You try to raise your head to look at him, but he pushes your head back against his chest

But you can hear his heart beating fast

"....I'm sorry I can't spend time with you." You hear him mutter. "I can't give you attention like any other boyfriend does. I can't even spare a glance at you some days. Yet you're still here for me," You can't help but feel your heart ache at the vulnerability in his voice. You take his hand from your head and hold in yours as you raise your head to look at him. "I told you I love you, didn't I?" You smile softly at him. "It doesn't matter if you don't have time for me or if you can't give attention to me. I choose to love you." He can feel his heart skip a beat as you grin. "And you can't stop me from loving you, you should know that."

He shoves your face back to his chest as you let out a muffled 'oof'

You can hear his heart beating faster, making you smile

Oh, how you love this man

You wrap your arms around him and giggle

"I guess I need to wait until you get sick again to get your affection like this,"

"Oh, shut up."

I just love this man so much

[rayne-astrophile]

Imagine being the guardian of Mashle: Magic and Muscle characters ft. Ames brothers, Crown Siblings, and Abyss Razor.

Ames Brothers ; Rayne Ames, Finn Ames.

But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep

Imagine the first time you happened to met the brothers was when you happened to take a short cut on one of the alleys. It was deep at night, with a little bit of magic you were able to see as you cast a small fire for light and warmth. It was almost winter season and it was already getting colder and colder at night.

Imagine how much of a coincident it was when you happened to stumble upon them. Not to far when you happened to walked passed an orphanage, you saw two kids sitting and trembling in the cold night, their worn-out blanket that barely covered the two of them.

Imagine happening to walked passed them at first, you were running late on your way home after all. But during that split moment were you happened to notice them, you made an eye contact. Your (eye color) iris met a pair of light colored ones.

Imagine you never really care. Heck normally you would not even bat an eye. But those were children. Stopping on your tracks an alley away from the children you had an eye contact with. You close your eyes, wondering what to do. You were no rich nor you were poor. You were just one of the normal people in this world trying to live all by yourself. But those were children. In the middle of the night. How long do they have to wait until someone from the orphanage notice them and took them in? In the morning?

Imagine the way you frown, rubbig your temple as you continue to contemplate of what to do. Then you took a deep breath and open your eyes. As you stood there a few second in silence, you sigh before facing the direction of the alley you just happened to passed by.

"Hey, kiddos. Are you alright?" Upon sitting down on the same level as them only then did you realise how much of a stupid question was that as you get to look at the current state they are in. With the help of your flame that went a little bit bigger in order to provide warmth for the two. "Shit."

Imagine the state they're currently in. They look like they haven't had a bath for a very long time. Dirty and torn up clothes. There was even dirt all over their skin. By the looks of it, they look like they haven't been properly taken care of. Plus, to make matters worse, the what it seems to you was the younger brother that have pass-out seems to be currently experiencing a fever as he try to snuggle up into his brothers arm that was currently holding into him with all his might.

"Come with me." You don't even know how or why those words came out of your mouth. But the moment your (eye color) iris met with those fierce yet asking for help light colored ones. "Come with me." This time it was much softer and pleasing tone you never knew you have. "I won't hurt you, I promise." This time you smiled at him, the older one. And for a moment, you saw him reach out a hand towards you only for it to get dropped down as he lost his consciousness nevertheless his the last moment he left was something warm. It was warm.

Imagine that night, after tending the two brothers, wiping them off with towel and making sure the younger one doesn't have any fever. After feeding your bunnies only, you once again step out of the house and went back into the agency and goes on to collect information about the two kids you picked up. Honestly you think it was unnecessary, you don't plan on taking them anyways, just letting them stay for the night before personality dropping them off at the orphanage the once both were all well. Still, you have this gut feeling that makes you do such troublesome things in the middle of the night.

Imagine the wicked laugh that echoed in the night as you hold on into the information about the two kids. The two kids had lost their parents for about a year now and although some relatives took care of them, they would eventually give them up giving the two for adoption, and the two have been in a cycle of transferring from one orphanage into another, all in fucking one year. "Ahhh God fucking damn. What should I do, I'm so fucking pissed." Fine, you've made up your mind.

Imagine Rayne walking up with a gasp half a day later on a very comfortable bed. At first he was on alert as he recalled what happened the previous night prior in which a stanger came lending them a hand before he lost his consciousness. "Fin- Finn-!" "Your brother is still asleep on the other room." Startled by the sudden voice, you quickly look around the room only to find you leaning on the door way with a water in hand.

Imagine the way he immediately glare at you as if he was ready to attack at any moment and you think he might actually do it, given his two marks, it would not be possible nevertheless you could only let out a chuckle of amusement before approaching him and handing him the water. "Your brother is doing fine by the way,the fever had dropped down so here is nothing you should worry about." Still despite your words, as soon as he finished that glass of water, he immediately went out of the bed to look for his brother only to realize there was in fact tons of room in this house that he could not figure out which one it is. "Right across your room is your brother's."

"What do you want?" Upon making sure that his brother was safe and sound as well as free from fever. He turn to face you with once again it seems to you is a look of distrust, his guard was once again up. "What could I possibly want?" You raise a brow. "What do you. Want?" You asked in return. "I just happened to stumble upon two kids looking for shelter so I took the two of you in out of my conscience. If you're to ask me what I want? I want nothing our of the two of you." You answered truthfully, in the first place this kid looks like he was the try of person to prefer straightforward and serious answers which also shows how much they've been through.

"Let me ask you this kid... Young man. What do you want?" You asked, this time once again kneeling down into the same position as them. "Im not confident in raising kids but I'm confident I could provide you everything you need and what you want as you long as you stay in this house-" "Are we allowed to stay here?" The older brother suddenly asked in which you immediately replied. "Of course." "You're not going to kick us out?" "I won't." "What makes you think we could easily trust you?" "Well, didn't you already?" You smile at him.

"I'm Rayne Ames. This is my brother Finn Ames." "I'm (First name)(Lastname), but you can call me (First name)." "..." "..." "Why isn't my brother waking up?" "He'll wake up soon enough. Want to help me feed my bunnies the mean time?" ".... Okay."

Imagine maybe it was just a coincidence that you happened to passed by the right alley at the right timing all because you were running late at home knowing you haven't feed your bunnies that afternoon that you happened to pick up two kids you never know you would treasure more than your live, giving them the love they never thought they deserve as well as a home that was once taken away from them.

Imagine is there was one thing Rayne Ames would never regret is the fact that he took the hand that was held out into him. Despite all the odds, despite all the bad memories of trying to trust someone coming back into him that very moment. He was glad that he took that hand, he was glad that during that moment were he decided to open up their heart for a possible another betrayal when they thought they have once again find a home. He was glad that this time, they have actually find a home.

Crown Siblings ; Lance Crown, Anna Crown.

Now hush little baby, don't you cry. Everything's gonna be alright.

Imagine the first time you met the two was on a rather peaceful day in yor clinic. Nowadays sick people were rare unless it was something lethal and deadly. After all, it was a world dominated by magic. So when a child in his teens barge into your clinic in tears carrying a sickly looking girl of what it seems was his little sister, you were quickly alerted. Only to see that her condition was by far worse than you have expected.

"It seems to me that you are fully aware of what condition your sister is in right now. Right?" "Can't you heal her? I'll do anything. Just please.. please please please help by sister-" "I believe that the other healers have made it clear to you." "So you can't save her?" "Well..."

Imagine the way you look to your side, there was his sister although breathing heavily. She has by far in a better condition than she was when she have arrived. As you look at his sister, he then follow your gaze and look at his sister too before he looks back at you only to find you already look at him.

"Although just like any other healer, there is nothing I can do to get rid of actual cause of what's causing her magic to disintegrate. I have my ways to keep her life longer, keep her from dying from this damn magic eating sh- ehem. Anyways! What I'm saying is that I have what it takes to keep her from dying and prolonging her life for years and years to come." "Then-!" "But why should I do it?" "Wha-?" "You're nothing but a runaway kids from the Crown family. What more do you have to offer than you and your close to nothing but a usless nuisance of a little sister?"

Imagine the look of absolute rage, horror, embarrassment and absolute bloodlust oozing out of him. But then you laugh, brushing back your (hair color) locks. "Sorry sorry. Just kidding." You laughed so hard that he was damn confused, you almost walk up his sister too. "Hey kiddo. What were you thinking running away with your sister?" No matter how much you look at it. It was a fucking dumb idea. They were both young, sure this punk was a double mark mage. Nevertheless a kid is a kid.

Imagine hearing him mumbling something, the way he clenched his teeth and fist. "What was that?" "I said they wanted to get rid of her as soon as her magic disappeared and I will not let that happen! I won't let that happen!" There was a moment of silence after that. "That's usually the case was it?" You spoke although this time you sound so serious it send shiver down his spine.

Imagine the way you slowly approach his sleeping sister that causes him to be alerted but the moment you place a hand on her forehead, her breathing ease up as if he wasn't having a bard time earlier. "I'll treat your sister for free. In return, you siblings will stay here until she gets well." "You said it was untreatable." "It is, but how knows. Maybe I'll pull it off." You shrug. "If you use my sister for experiments, I'll kill you." "Wow scary."

Imagine as you take up the siblings in your care, the more productive days you have. Living up to Lance expectations, you did nothing but to take care of his sister as well as teching him a few tricks on how to handle his magic better. With the two of them, nothing was boring as you were slowly being pulled away from the darkness of the days were you were alone and grieving.

"I know not many healers focused on his type of magic eating potion let alone try to cure them. Why are you trying so hard?" "Do you want your sister to get better?" "Of course!" Replied the young teen as he watches you prepare a meal for the three of you. "Then I wish the same, kiddo." "I have a name!" "Yeah yeah."

Imagine one night as you finally put the two kids into sleep. You went back into your lab where unlike doing experiments like usual, you use your wand and chant some spell to open the window and from there you stood not to far away from it and watch the stars from afar.

"They remind me so much of you and me sister." You chuckle. "But don't worry, I won't let them end up like us. I'll make sure with them, everything will be alright." There was a small genuine smile on your face. "I'll introduce them to you in sometime, but for now. I'll make sure they get the proper care and treatment they need." As you close the window behind you, a harsh gentle breeze passed you, making you chuckle.

Imagine as soon as you went out of the lab, you were greeted by the pair of siblings dragging their blanket with them causing you to chuckle. "Anna went looking for you." Lance spoke as he stand right beside his younger sister who was still lookling sleepy. "Hmmm. Let's go back to sleep shall we?" You smilw at the two as you take Anna into your arms as much as to Lance dismay but said nothing as you grab his tinny hand back to their bedroom.

"Here, have this." It was the night before he went to the academy. Raising his brows at you, he accepted that locket necklace given upon him. "You won't be seeing your sister for quite some time. Keep it with you all the time." You spoke before messing with his head. "I won't be able to take you to the academy so make sure to be careful. Good luck, Lance. Make sure to come back." You chuckle as you walk out of the door.

Imagine upon opening the locket, what greeted him was a picture of his lovely cutie little sister and their guardian for the last few years, years longer than their parent have taken care of them. And although he was quite pissed seeing you in there, he could only curse and shake his head before keeping it safe in his inner pocket.

Abyss Razor.

I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you wanna cry.

Imagine the first ime you have seen him was during a familt gathering. You really have no interest in it, the fact that you will have to socialize and please your relatives just make you feel sick but since you got nothing else to do, you decided to come and also to see what your relatives have been gossiping amongst themselves these days.

Imagine the way your veins on your temple, neck and hands starts to appear out of anger and in control not to just beat up all the people in here. Because why? You don't understand how they could treat a child like this. Even animals doesn't get such treatment.

"You fuck- what in world do you think you are doing to a child?! Your child?!" "Child? Child?! That child is no child of mine! That-! That monster! That devil!" "You know what. Fuck you. I'm taking this kid."

Imagine ignoring the way they screamed at you, deflecting magic attacks that is going on your way as you free the child bounded by chains and full of bruise and wounds. "Let's go." You spoke as you offer a hand only to pick him up once he was abot to grab it. And strange enough for him, you were holding him like he was a precious being.

Imagine letting him open up was hard. After all he was someone thought that his existence is something that should have never existed. To add up all the physical trauma on him. Your anger issues could never, maybe that was the reason why he was quite afraid of you. Or so you thought.

"What's your name?" "..." "My name is (First name)(Lastname)." "..." "Hey, it's alright. No one's going to hurt you here." You smile sweetly at him, trying your best to become approachable as you can. "Are..." As he finally utter his first word in a week after being in your care, your eyes widen as you tried to remain calm as he finishes his sentence. "Are you... not afraid of me?"

Imagine it was a question you have never thought would come out of his mouth. Quite dumbfounded, you replied with a "No? Why would I? Should I be afraid of you?" But then again, there was no reply, just staring a you with wide eyes in which you just smile in return. After all, there was nothing to be afraid of him.

"But mother... father always treat me like I'm some sort of monster... a devil." "But you're nothing like that." You spoke at him before grabing him gently by the shoulder, causing him to flich but soon relax on your touch as you kneel down at his level. "There is nothing wrong with you. That mother and father of yours was no mother and father of yours. They don't deserve you because they don't accept you for who you are."

Imagine the way he looks at you, and seeing that. You chuckle before flicking his forehead in a gentle matter. It doesn't hurt, he thought as he watch your chuckle turn into laugh. "It's okay to cry, you don't need to hold back." And as soon as you said that, for some reasons. Tears starts to fall as he throw himself at you in which you smile bitterly and pat him back.

"It.. it hurts when they hit me." He sobbed. "I was so scared... I was all alone..." He was nothing but a child, and it wasn't a sin to be born with such eye. "I know... I know... hush my child." You pat him gently in the back. "Everything gonna be alright. I'm here for you now, my dearest Abyss."

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

: what the, the why the imagines kept gettig shorter and shorter lmao. Still, watching the anime and reading the manga of this one just makes me wanna punch the parents of these characters because everything is their fault and the system environment they live in.

[rayne-astrophile]

hidden lights | rayne ames

— synopsis. reading rayne ames is impossible. that's why you don't get why he offers to take you out on a date after you've been stood up again.

— pairing. rayne ames x fem!reader

— genres. modern au, you and rayne are roommates, fluff, you’re so oblivious it hurts, rayne's most likely ooc towards the end but we do it for plot,

— warnings. one kys thrown in at the end but it’s not in a serious manner

— word count. 3.2k

— notes. in honor of triple liner rayne being animated. i have quite literally been waiting to see it animated for years. also hi.

you can never tell what rayne ames is thinking. he wears the same cold, uninterested glare on his face at all times of the day. he never speaks unless spoken to, never lets you know when he leaves the apartment, never does anything to show that he actually has emotions.

you're asked on the daily how you survive rooming with him, and in all honesty, it's really not that bad. he does his half of the chores, and he doesn't leave his shit all over the apartment. really, the guy's only problem is his lack of emotion. it drives you up the wall.

finn says not to take it to personally during the one day he visited his brother. apparently, he's like that with everyone, but he's still a good guy. it just takes time.

you would like to believe that, but rayne makes that extremely difficult to believe when he looks like he wants to kill every person who so happens to exist in his direction.

so naturally, seeing him so angered after finding out that you've been stood up is surprising. it's an even bigger shock when he offers to take you out on a date instead.

you don't know what compels you to agree. even if you hadn't accepted his offer, something tells you that rayne would've found a way to get you to leave with him so there's no use in trying to deny him in this matter.

that's why you allow him to drive all the way to marchétte street, where a night market is being held in full swing. the road has all sorts of stalls lined up one after the other, ranging from foods to clothes. but because the marchétte night market is ridiculously popular, the place is packed to the brim with people.

rayne offers his hand once he notices that you're daunted by the crowds. you stare at him with surprise. when you don't make a move to accept this action, rayne huffs before grabbing your hand. he interlocks his fingers with yours and drags you into marchétte street's traffic.

the first thing you note is that rayne's hands are surprisingly warm and soft. for someone so incapable of talking, his touch is strangely reassuring.

he drags you to a vendor selling takoyaki. and even as he orders, rayne doesn’t let go of your hand.

“what do you want?” he says into your ear so that he doesn’t have to yell over all the noise. the feeling of his breath fanning over your skin sends shivers down your spin. it's maddening.

“oh. uh-” your eyes quickly scan over the menu, and you blurt out the first item that you read. out of habit you reach for your wallet, but rayne is quick to shut you down.

“absolutely not.” he grumbles, letting your hand drop to your side so he can pull out his cash. rayne hands the amount to the girl at the register, and she hands back his change that he drops into the tip jar.

“thanks.” you say quietly, still so flustered about the entire situation.

rayne only studies you before humming in acknowledgement. “come on.” he guides his hand to your upper back, moving you out the way so you can wait on the side for your orders.

it’s during this time you really look at rayne as if that would provide you with the answers you need to understand him. you try to wrap your head around it. you draft up every possible explanation, but none of them seem to make sense.

unless… it couldn’t be… does rayne like you? you shake your head, dismissing the thought as soon as it crosses your mind. no, that’s absurd, the furthest thing from logical. this is rayne ames we’re talking about. in the five months that you’ve been living together, you two have never had a solid conversation. how could he ever like someone he’s barely talked to?

you're about to confront rayne about his intentions until your number order is called, and all the courage you built up crumbles away as rayne leaves you to go pick up your takoyaki.

still, whatever his reasons for doing this may be, this is a rare opportunity to come by, and that means that maybe rayne doesn't have to continue being a stranger. maybe you can get under those layers and find that good guy finn said was there.

"i never knew marchétte had a night market." you say, breaking the silence as the two of you walk side by side through the market.

"i didn't either." rayne admits, poking his fork into one of the octopus balls, and shoving the whole thing into his mouth.

"what?" your face scrunches in disbelief. "then how'd you find out?"

"i asked finn as we were going down to the garage." your date shares nonchalantly.

you turn to look at rayne with the intent of questioning him further, but the sight of his cheeks bulging with food makes you burst out in a fit of giggles.

"what?" rayne asks, narrowing his eyes at you. you bite your lip to contain your laughter. your gaze falls on a mixture of crumbs and sauce that sits on the corner of his mouth, only causing you to smile wider.

"you got a little something there." you gesture at his lips. rayne fumbles for a moment, swiping his fingers around various sections of his mouth, somehow only cleaning half of the mess up.

you shake your head, still grinning up at him. he tenses when your thumb grazes the edges of his lips. you can feel his eyes staring deep into you, and you have to ignore the way it makes your stomach flip.

"all done." you whisper, wiping the remainders on the napkin in your hand.

rayne doesn't say anything regarding what occurred, only urging you to follow him further down marchétte street.

you swear that you see the tips of his ears go red, and something about that makes you all fuzzy inside.

as the night progresses, you and rayne abide your time by visiting stalls. well, it's more like you choose which ones interest you the most, and rayne follows behind. you comment on certain items that look nice; sometimes, you ask for your roommate's opinions to decide on whether something will be worth your money or not. to your surprise, rayne's advice is solid, and you end up listening to him.

at some point, you convinced him to buy a pair of absurdly looking mugs for the apartment. he fought you hard on it, saying that a mug shaped like a fish is extremely inconvenient, but in the end, you won with insistent begging.

when the two of you both got bored of the market, you decide to take rayne to one of your favorite spots in the city.

"the park? really?" rayne gives you a dead stare.

"hey, don't judge." you pout. "i love this place."

"why? no offense, but i don't think parks are all that special."

"i feel like i can take a step back here and just a catch a break from everything," you answer honestly. "sometimes, i sit down and watch people as they live their lives, and something about that is strangely comforting. it makes me want to keep going."

rayne doesn't follow up on your words, but you can tell that he's really considering them, and that brings a smile onto your face.

"plus, i feel like it's a good place for when you want to talk to someone." you grab onto your roommate's wrist. "come on let's go to the swings."

you practically drag rayne to the playground, which is completely deserted, but that's to be expected when it's already 10p.m. no parent would be dumb enough to bring their kid out this late.

you force rayne onto the the swing next to you, and all he does is sit there, unwilling to indulge himself in such a simple joy. annoyed with him, you hop off your own set, coming behind him.

"what are you doing?" rayne whips his head around as your hands plant themselves firmly on his back.

"oh live a little." you huff, mustering up enough strength to push him. the swing rocks forwards and comes back. even as rayne complains and threatens you, you continue to push him, watching as he goes higher and higher. he may be masking it, but you can tell that he's enjoying it.

you finally give up when your arms grow sore and a layer of sweat coats your face. slumping back into the swing beside rayne, you breathe heavily. "man, that was a workout."

"i told you to stop." your date reminds you, shooting you a look.

"you can be honest, rayne. i know you liked it."

"i did not."

"yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that." you wave him off, laughing.

for a minute, neither of you say anything. you're the one who said that the park is a place where you can talk openly with someone, yet there's not a single topic that you can think to bring up.

luckily, rayne swoops in to save it. "can i ask you something?" your half-blonde roommate asks, something more serious laced in his voice. it makes you swallow a lump in your throat. an anxious feeling creeps into your body.

"of course you can."

"why did you bother giving that guy a chance?"

it's easy to know exactly who he's referring to. you shrug. "he's nice and has good energy."

"but he had stood you up two times in the past though. clearly he isn't as nice as you make him out to be. you seriously can't be that dumb to have fallen for it three times."

that statement in itself should get you mad (even though he would be right), but there's something peculiar in what he said that had you ignoring the jab altogether. "how'd you know he stood me up twice before? i never told you that."

at that, rayne freezes, eyes blowing wide open. it's so obvious that he's trying to find an excuse right now, but you push further.

"who told you that, rayne?" you lean closer, watching as his ears turn beet red. you're not even angry with him. it's mostly curiosity making you push him. not to mention that seeing him in a flustered state is entertaining and quite cute.

"max did." your roommate finally admits albeit quietly.

you pull your head back. "max? as in max land? how the hell does he know?"

"your dates happened to be at the restaurant he works at."

"why would he bother telling you that though?" you wonder. "up until tonight, i don't think it concerned you."

"it did though." the half-blonde mumbles, thinking you wouldn't hear, but you do anyway.

"what?" you press.

"forget it." rayne shakes his head, growing irritated.

"no. fuck that.." you seethe, annoyed at his unwillingness to be honest with you. rayne bites his tongue to hold back. you see it. "don't act like this. just tell me, or i swear to god i'll text max right now-"

"it's because i knew that i could treat you better." the words rush out of rayne's mouth as he snaps his head toward you. the fire in his eyes die as he locks his gaze onto you. the harsh emotion written across his features softens. you can feel your own exasperation slipping away like that of a retreating ocean tide. he grimaces in regret, knowing that he didn't mean to let that slip out, but he did anyway. it's out in the open, and now you knew.

surely, you're hearing things wrong. perhaps you're misunderstanding what he just said. how could that be misinterpreted though? it's such a painfully straightforward statement, yet it still doesn't make any sense.

rayne sighs. it's like he can already hear your thoughts and your confusion. the least he can do is clear the air and dump everything onto you while he can. "i didn't expect to feel like this," he begins to explain. "when i moved in, i just assumed you'd be another person i wouldn't pay attention to. i'm sure you know how i am. i don't bother getting to know people, but a lot of people feel the need to force themselves into my life, and shit like that pisses me off. but you didn't do that. you introduced yourself, explained the ground rules of the apartment, and then left me alone."

"so... you like the fact that i leave you alone?" you tilt your head.

"shut up. let me finish."

"okay."

"but yeah, that's part of it. you keep your distance, but you still try to show that you care. you don't do anything groundbreaking. it's just that the small things you do for me got to me. it may sound dumb to you, but it meant a lot to me."

suddenly, you're hit like a train because you know exactly what rayne means. you recall all the times you ensured that there was dinner for him, the times you moved his laundry into the dryer when he forgot to do it himself, and the times you restocked his favorite snacks when they ran out. you hadn't realized that you did any of that. it just came naturally, no hidden meaning behind it.

"oh." you breathe out, blinking.

rayne nods, continuing. you're honestly floored over the fact that he still has more to say. "you don't notice it. at least, i don't think you do, but at some point, i tried doing the same for you. i started paying more attention to you and what you liked and how you liked things done. i did it mostly to pay back your kindness, but over time i continued just 'cause i liked seeing your smile."

you have to process that for a minute, piecing together how certain events lined up until it finally clicks into place. "s-so the island vase-"

"i replace the flowers because you like them fresh."

"the key holder?"

"you always forgot to bring your keys until i installed it."

"when you put on movies-"

"i check your letterboxd and hope that you'll sit and watch them with me."

"when i put on movies-"

"i sit with you because i want to be near you."

your jaw falls open. never in a million years could you have expected this. you thought that rayne could care less about your existence, but the reality was that that was far from the truth. cold, aloof rayne was always doing things for you. all this time, you've been so oblivious.

still, there's more to the story so you stay quiet, letting him get his feelings off of his chest. "to be honest, i was never going to say anything. max tried convincing me to confess on multiple occasions, but i was dead set on letting it pass. i didn't think you liked me in the same way anyway.

"but then you came home today and you told me about your date and i just got so... angry," rayne clenches his fist around the chains of the swing. the whole situation infuriates him every time he thinks about it. "it just wasn't fair. you spent so much time into looking your best just for that asshole to go and waste your effort. you're so beautiful, so kind and understanding, and i fucking hate the fact that he's been taking advantage of that.

"i really wasn't thinking clear when i proposed this date to you, but god after tonight, i'd do it all over again. i wanted you to know what it's like to be with someone who does care about you. i wanted to see you smile. i wanted to hear stories. i want you so badly it's all i can think about sometimes.

"i know this is a lot, and i'm freaking you out right now. i'm sorry but you-"

"rayne." you interrupt with a big smile on your face. he was unaware to the fact that you had got up.

"for fucks sake, can you let me finish? this is already weird enough for me to talk about as is." he rolls his eyes, narrowing his gaze at you, blush splashed across his cheeks. still, without any resistance, you pull him up from his swing by his wrists.

"then don't." you whisper as you pull him in.

and the moment you crash your lips onto rayne's, the world stops. he instantly melts into you, the palms of his hands finding the soft skin on your cheeks. your hands tangle themselves into his hair. his lips are incredibly soft. a faint taste of matcha and sugar syrup dances on his tongue from the boba he drank earlier. a noise of approval vibrates down his throat, and you can't help but smile against his lips.

rayne wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he deepens the kiss. you get what he was talking about earlier. this kiss is all it takes to prove it to you. you feel his affection and desire all at once. every single bone in your body is so aware of how much rayne ames cares about you.

when you finally pull away for air, it's like a smile is permanently tugged onto your lips. rayne trains his eyes onto you, engraining every detail of this moment into his head.

a comfortable silence falls as each of you take your time to catch your breaths. your stare finds its way up, admiring the night sky. there are barely any stars out tonight. no, that part isn't remotely true, not fully anyway, because light pollution drowns out stars and their lights. the reality is that there are billions of stars hanging high out of reach; they just go unseen.

rayne is kinda like that you realize. finn was right. his brother is a good guy. there's a hidden light within him behind all those aloof layers of his. you just have to squint and maybe put on some prescription glasses is order to see it. it's a shame it took you five months to to really acknowledge it. but now that you've finally found a glimpse of it, you'll continue to clear past the fog. you want to know every part of rayne and see his light just as he did with you. you want him to be able to shine at his full brightness with no fear. you'll take rayne ames for all that he is.

"come on," you coo, a lovestruck look in your eyes as you slip your hand into rayne's. "let's go home."

bonus:

rayne: finn, give me a date spot quick finn: are you actually going on a date? rayne: stop asking questions finn: there's a night market on marchétte street. finn: are you seriously going on a date though? finn: hello? finn: rayne. finn: stop leaving me on read. finn: is it (y/n)? finn: it is her, huh? finn: asshole.

delisaster: hey sorry delisaster: can we reschedule for next saturday? y/n: kys y/n: lol sorry that was my bf delisaster: bruh what? delisaster: did you have a bf this whole time? *this message could not be sent* delisaster: did you fucking block me? *this message could not be sent*

[rayne-astrophile]

Eternity

Chapter 2

"This is the gallery," They enter a hall that is full of various drawings. William looks around, his eyes admiring the drawings of the brothers. He stops in front of a large drawing of the three oldest brothers; Thunderstorm on the left, Cyclone on the right and Quake between them.

He has to admit, they look so elegant, so noble in that drawing. 

"The artist did a good job on that one, am I right?" 

William flinches at the voice beside his ear as he turns around immediately, only to see Cyclone behind him. The older teen chuckles, "Sorry for startling you." He says cheekily. "This drawing was made when I'm 12 years old; which makes Thunder 13 and Quake 11. We look cool, right?" He wiggles his eyebrows. 

The gesture tickles William's heart as he laughs softly. "Yes, you sure look cool in that drawing." He smiles. "Wanna see something funny?" The blonde raises an eyebrow. "Come here," Cyclone swiftly grabs his hand and pulls him to a different drawing. 

In that drawing, Thunderstorm is sitting on a boulder as he looks another way. His hair is quite long; which leads to him wearing a short ponytail. William stiffens at the sight, trying to suppress his laugh as Thunderstorm looks terrible with a ponytail that it's laughable. 

"He wanted to get rid of this drawing but dad convinced him not to. Since then, Blaze, I and sometimes Solar tease him about it. Until now, he would click his tongue and look away, with that red face of his." Cyclone laughs, and William can't help but find it amusing how cold Thunderstorm looks but he is warmer on the inside. 

They then go to Albert and Louis who are looking at another painting. It was a family drawing. There is Amato, sitting at the centre of the sofa as his seven kids sit around him. 

"What a lovely family," Albert comments as he admires the painting. He recalls his own family paintings, and none of them ever earns his smile. 

Of course, he plans to have their own family paintings. Him, William and Louis. The three of them are enough to make him smile. 

But would they smile happily like the seven brothers did just like in the paintings? 

A hand rests on his shoulder, making him look at Cyclone. "Don't worry, Albert." The older teen gives him a gentle smile. "In two weeks, your faces will be in this gallery too. I promise," His eyes widen at his words as Cyclone pats his head. 

"And our family will be complete." 

"Here is the training ground. If you're searching for Thunder, just come here and…" Cyclone points his index finger at the oldest brunette who is having sword training against a wooden pillar. "There he is!" 

Thunderstorm notices them as he wipes his sweats that are trailing down to his chin using the back of his palm. "What are you doing here?" He asks, panting as Cyclone shrugs. "Nothing, just giving our brothers some touring!" He grins. 

"Okay, don't stay here too long then. I want to concentrate," Cyclone lets out a fake gasp as he clutches his chest. "Did you just call our brothers a distraction? How could you?!" Thunderstorm flinches and immediately shakes his head before stomping his feet to his blue brother. 

"I didn't say anything! Don't start a misunderstanding!" He exclaims urgently before looking at the three. 

"You guys are not distractions. If it's between the four of you, only Cy would be it. You can come anytime you want," 

"Hey! Meanie!" 

Albert and William can't help but laugh at their siblings' fight as Louis smiles. "Thank you, Thunderstorm-san, Cyclone-san." The two brunettes look at Willian simultaneously, and Thunderstorm is frowning. 

"Who allows you to call us by our names?"

"...Pardon?" Thunderstorm crosses his arms and huffs. "It's 'nii-san' for you." 

'Ah.' William gasps internally. That's right. They're brothers now. He has 9 brothers in total, excluding himself. 9 brothers who accept him. 

His gaping mouth turns into a genuine smile. "Yes, nii-san." He then bows down 90 degrees, shocking both Thunderstorm and Cyclone, also catching Albert and Louis off guard. 

"W-William!" Cyclone panics. "What are you doing—"

"Thank you, nii-sans." The two brunettes fall silent. "Thank you for accepting me and my brothers into your family." William closes his eyes as he speaks. "We might be a handful for you in the future.. But please bear with us." Albert and Louis furrow their eyebrows at him as they feel their hearts clench. They exchange looks before following William's action. 

"Because you are the family that we've been looking for." 

Cyclone and Thunderstorm look at them blankly. The blue eyed brunette then gets on one knee as he pats William's shoulder, making him raise his head to look at him. 

A low yelp escapes his lips as Cyclone pulls him into a warm embrace, his face lands on the older's chest with a muffled 'oof'. Cyclone hugs him tight but gently as he rests his chin on the blonde's head, his hand runs through the younger's hair. 

"We always accept you, Will. Commoners or not, you will always be our brothers." He says softly as he buries his face into the soft blonde hair. He then look at Albert and Louis before gesturing them to join the hug, which they hesitantly did. 

Cyclone gives them a warm group hug before loosening his embrace. "And don't ever see yourself as a burden. You're not and never be. We love you so much, okay?" Their hearts skip a beat as a small blush spread on each faces. 

William smiles and nods his head. 

"Mhm!" 

They bid their farewell to Thunderstorm before continuing their exploring. "This is the garden. Most of the time, Thorn will be here to watch over his plants." Cyclone says softly. 

"Is it okay for him to watch over the plants himself? I mean.. why not a maid or a butler look over them?" Albert asks as he stares at the well-cared plants in the garden. 

"I knew one of you will ask that." Cyclone chuckles. "Thorn loves his plants. He doesn't let us or any maids take care of them, because he said these plants will mistook us as their parents." He shakes his head playfully. "He wants to be the parent of these plants himself." 

Albert chuckles softly at the strange answer. "I see." 

They walk under a big tree at the centre of the garden. "This is a sakura tree. Dad brought it home after his visit in Japan. Thorn likes it a lot." The brothers look at the pink petals that are starting to bloom. 

Then…

"Boo!" 

Louis jumps, a yelp escapes his lips as Thorn suddenly appears upside down out of nowhere. The younger blonde holds his chest where his heart is placed and pants heavily, still shocked. 

"Sorry, Louis! I didn't mean to startle you that much!" Thorn jumps down from the branch of the sakura tree before immediately holds Louis' hands. 

The blonde shakes his head softly. "I-It's fine," he sighs. 

"Thorn, careful." Cyclone approaches them. "Since we're here, how about we take a break?" 

"It's so relaxing here," William lets out a sigh as he leans his back against the tree trunk. Cyclone is beside him as he hums. "Whenever we want to clear our mind, we usually come here. It's good to be one with the nature, isn't it?" He grins at the blonde. 

William smiles and nods his head, just about something light weighs his head. 

"There!" Thorn grins as William glances up to his head. "A flower crown for our new lords!" He exclaims with glee. 

There is a flower crown on each Louis and Albert's head too. William glances up and he can barely see the colourful petals on his head. He touches the soft texture of the flowers gently and smiles. "Thank you, Thorn." 

After two hours of spending time in the garden, Cyclone stands up and brushes his pants, getting rid of the dust remaining. "Alright, it's lunch time now. Let's go, brothers. Quake will be waiting for us," 

As they arrive at the dining room, everyone else is already seated on their respective seats. Quake welcomes them with a smile. "Good afternoon, Cy, Thorn, Albert, William and Louis. Eat up, you must be hungry." 

They eat comfortably as Blaze and Thorn talk to each other while Quake is talking to Thunderstorm. The golden eyed brunette then turns to his three new brothers. "So, Albert, William and Louis. What did you guys do today?" He asks, smiling gently. 

Albert returns the smile and replies. "Cyclone gave us some touring around the house," He says politely. "It was fun." 

William nods his head as he agrees. "Yes, we also hang out with Thorn in the garden." He adds, earning a hum from Quake. 

"That explains the flower crowns on your heads," he giggles as the three brothers choke on their food. "A-Ah… We forgot to take it off…" William scratches his cheek as he blushes slightly. 

"Don't worry. Everyone in this room has at least eaten with a flower crown on their head once," Cyclone laughs. "I still remember Blaze almost swallowing a leaf that fell from his crown." 

The fiery orange eyed brunette coughs. "I thought we wouldn't mention it anymore!" He exclaims, blushing madly. "And I thought it was a vegetable!" 

The table is full of laughter as Blaze sulks in his seat. William chuckles as he takes a spoon of food and brings it to his mouth, until Ice stops him. 

Ice gently grabs his hand, catching him off guard and takes off a pink petal that is believed to have fallen off from William's crown. "And here you are, almost eating a flower's petal," The blonde blinks before his face flushes red. 

"Aha! I'm not the only one!" Blaze laughs in victory as they laugh at William's red face. 

He hears a muffled laugh from his left and sees Louis suppressing his own laughter. He deadpans, "Not you too, Louis…" 

That only adds to the comedy. 

After the laughter quiets down, Quake starts talking. "Since we have yet to welcome our new brothers with a proper activity, no one is going to leave the house today." 

Some groans are heard as Blaze protests. "But I want to play outside with the kids!" He whines as Ice mumbles beside him. "The orphanage…" 

"Quake, I need to go to the store to buy more metals." Solar objects, his silver eyes frowning. William looks at him with curiosity. 'Metals? For what?' 

"...For the robot that I create," William stiffens. Solar looks at him for a while before smiling slyly at him, which amuses him. 

Solar is indeed the smartest out of the seven. 

"Your project can wait, Solar." Quake clasps his hands, making the youngest brunette groan. "Now we will do whatever our new brothers want!" He exclaims as Thorn cheers. 

"Yeay! Family time!" 

"I'm bored!" 

Blaze whines as he closes the book. "I hate reading!" 

They are currently in the library, as William and Albert suggest to read. 

William smiles apologetically at him. "Sorry, Blaze-nii. You can do other things if you want." 

Quake shakes his head, "No, he's not going anywhere. He won't, if it's a family moment, am I right, Blaze?" The said teen just groans. 

William chuckles awkwardly before continuing his reading. However, he can't shake off the guilt in him. 

"Hey, Will." He flinches slightly as Blaze sits in front of him, holding a book. The brunette looks away, his cheeks tint red. "I don't really like reading, so…" he pushes the book in his hands towards William. "...Read for me." 

The blonde looks at the book before averting his eyes to the brunette. "Alright, Blaze-nii." He smiles amusingly. "I want to hear too!" Thorn joins in, plopping down beside Blaze, shocking him. 

"Gah! You always appear out of nowhere!" 

"Hee hee! Are you scared, Blaze?" 

"What the— of course not!" 

"Anyways, what will you read—..." Thorn reads the title of the book that Blaze gave to William before deadpanning. "Beauty and the Beast… Really, Blaze?" 

"I don't like science-fiction!" 

Thorn ignores him and takes the book from William before handing him another book. "How about you read this for us instead?" William takes the book and reads the title. 

"...'Servant of Evil'?" Thorn smiles and nods his head. "Okay, then." 

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom that was ruled by a King and a Queen. The civilians live happily due to the King's justice and wisdom.

One day, they were given a pair of twins, a boy and a girl. 

But one day, they were separated due to the king's order. The queen was hesitant to let her son go, but what can she do? She could only pray for his safety.

After a month,the queen left her family forever because of a sickness. Not long after the queen's death, the king fell ill too. They just knew that he had a heart disease. After a week, he left his small daughter alone.

After a few years separated, the twin brother finally made his way to the country, meeting his twin sister. He became a servant, as the twin sister became a queen at age 13.

"Huh," William blinks. "How young to be a queen." He comments as Thorn smiles, while Blaze listens carefully.

He will do anything to protect his only family. Why? Because she is his precious little twin.

"If the whole world plots

to extinguish your light,

If they find the need to

make you break and cry,

Don’t you worry, dear,

I am right by your side.

So just smile for me;

it’ll be alright." He said.

On his way to another country for errands, he ran into a maiden with deep green hair.

Her melodious voice and her beautiful smile made him nervous. That's when he knew, he's in love.

"How cute." William smiles.

But as he arrived at the castle, his sister told him that the girl must die. His heart broke into pieces as he stared at her.

Though he loves the green haired maiden, he still obeys to kill her. For his sister, he would do anything. He would be glad if he died for her.

"But why am I crying?"

"Oh, I believe it's tea time." She looked to the sky, showing some orange colour, signifying that it's tea time. 

“Your highness, brioche will accompany your tea.”

He smiled at his twin who's clapping her hands with excitement as she grabbed some brioche and ate it politely, for she was a queen. 

The country people started to attack the castle, targeting the queen.

"Justice will be brought on us today!" They claimed.

But the twin brother won’t see it through; "They will not get their way." 

"Listen now, my dear,

give your clothing to me.

You and I will switch,

and away you must flee."

The twin sister looked at her brother confusedly. What's that mean?

"You will be okay, we are

twins, don’t you see?"

She widened her eyes, and finally understood what her brother was saying. She hesitated to leave her brother alone, but he forced her to. 

"They won’t know, now dear,

don’t look back and just leave."

She left her only family behind, with tears streaming down her eyes.

The masses caught the 'queen', but then they were shocked to see a pair of emerald eyes. The twin brother smirked, satisfied that his plan succeeded.

"I am only the double;

the true queen runs free."

They cursed his sister's name with hate. He stared blankly at the crowd, before he smirked.

"Then, I’m a demon too,

for our blood's one and the same."

The masses looked at him, surprised. They captured him since he has the same blood as the queen.

After a few weeks, the queen still can't be found anywhere. They grew impatient,and planned to kill the queen's twin. While on their way to the punishment site, the twin brother heard a mother tell a story to her daughter.

"Long ago, there was a kingdom ruled by a queen."

"But the stories lie, for she

was my precious little twin." He told them. 

Finally they arrived at the punishment site. People slowly approached the site to watch. 

She arrived at the punishment site, wearing a long robe with a hoodie to cover her face. She stared at her brother, feeling slightly sad for his punishment. Her brother's words echoed in her head.

Finally, the bells are announcing that time. She can feel my heart break with each passing chime. With his eyes averted, he looks to the sky.

The emerald eyes stared at her grey ones. With a farewell smile, he looked up to the sky. The sky showed some orange colour, signifying that it's tea time.

And the blade whistles down as he calls out her line.

"Oh, I believe it's tea time."

She cried along the way back to the forest. She walked deep in the forest until she found a shelter, the place that she stayed after the justice thing. She cried and cried as the sky slowly showed the grey colour, signalling that it will be raining tonight.

After a few hours crying, she finally stopped. She went out of the shelter, staring at the night sky while raindrops gently hit her face.

"If the day comes that we

are reborn once again

It’d be nice play with you;

So I’ll wait for you ‘till then" She sang.

William stares at the last paragraph of the book silently. It is not relatable, however, he can't help but imagine the possibilities if he dies. 

He is not stupid. He knows if he does, Louis will surely cry and maybe Albert too. 

But would they cry if he dies? 

…He sure hopes so. 

He closes the book to see Blaze's sleeping face, his head rests on Thorn's shoulder. The younger brunette smiles and claps his hands. 

"Wow, you surely know how to make it sound dramatic." He says with amusement. "Thank you for reading for us, William!" 

The blonde smiles softly. "You're welcome."

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Hello<3 can I request smth where William is working late at night in his study thinking his noble wife is asleep but than she comes to him with tears in her saying she had a bad dream and she refuses to tell William what the dream was about but asks if he’ll ever leave her (not in a leaves her for another woman way but in a he dies way)

Thank you in advance🫶

A/N: thank you for your request anon! I hope that Ican do it justice.

Character: William James Moriarty x fem! Reader

Format: oneshot

Genre: angst with some comfort at the end but it’s mostly bittersweet

Prompt: above ^^

Warnings: mentions of suicide, smoking, self harm, the word ‘cannibalise’ used once or twice, anxiety mentions, mentions of depression and mental illness, somewhat toxic relationship if you squint, reader is a noblewoman, reader is female, established romantic relationship, reader is William’s wife, the end isn’t that comforting tbh, spoilers for season two, takes place after William talks to Fred in that one scene (iykyk), mentions of death.

William often found himself working late at night. It was no surprise to anyone who knew him. You and Louis would often scold him for his lack of self care after finding him asleep and cheek covered in pen ink at his desk in the mornings.

Still, he enjoyed the experience of it. He had to get a lot of work down and he couldn’t just sleep when there were many plans to be completed. It was what he would dedicate himself to outside of teaching in the university and killing nobles. The moon would often be the only light beside the candle on his desk, illuminating the room through his window. It created a melancholy atmosphere for him and one that gave him a strange and twisted sense of comfort.

Tonight was no different to the usual. He was sat at his desk, creating a plan for the next assassination of some sick noble that had to be eliminated. The full moon shon on his papers, casting a blue hue over it. The manor was silent. It usually was at night. Louis had always made an effort to go to bed on time and you had done the same.

A pair of scarlet eyes glanced at the clock on his wall. It was shortly after two o’clock in the morning, and he still didn’t feel too tired. Your husband would often push his limits too much and you noticed this. He wouldn’t sleep despite looking incredibly tired. He wouldn’t eat meals on time despite feeling an empty and hungry feeling in his stomach. He wouldn’t take care of himself in any way despite needing it the most.

He wondered what you were doing as of now as he placed his pen down. He couldn’t remember the last time he had shown you how much he truly appreciated you. You would often kiss him goodnight as he sat in his office, a small frown painting your pretty features, before walking to bed, to lie there by yourself. He would sometimes crawl in with you under the covers while you were still asleep and he had finished whatever work he was up to, but you would wake up to an empty bed more often than not, the comforting feeling of his arms around your waist had gone.

Surely this had some sort of mental impact on you. You knew that your relationship with the love of your life wouldn’t last. The warning signs of his suicidal tendencies had shown themselves to you very evidently. He wouldn’t speak too much of your future together and you noticed his habit of smoking wasn’t because he was an addict, but more a means of punishing himself.

You still clung to the hope that maybe that day would never come, but it haunted you all the same, like a ghost hovering over you through your daily life. No matter how much you lied to yourself, that ghost didn’t seem to disappear. Instead it would cannibalise your soul, eating away at you while you worried for your lover none stop, constantly anxious that he would die any second now.

The ghost haunted your dreams too. Sometimes they wouldn’t be too intense and scary, so you’d only wake up in a cold sweat and a few tears welling in your eyes. If you husband lay beside you, you would wipe your tears as your heart beat steadied and cling onto him, hoping to never let him go, and if he wasn’t, you’d walk over to his office and check up on him, just to reassure yourself that he was real and alive.

That night was different though. You managed to find out through Fred that your husband planned on dying soon and you felt your heart break within your chest. He was going to disappear and there wasn’t anything you could do to stop it.

You woke up from a terrifying nightmare later that night. You saw yourself holding your dead husband in your arms as he lay limp while you held him. The image was too realistic and you thought, at first when you woke up, that it was all real. The realisation that he was alive hit you as your mind managed to rationalise itself afterwards, but you couldn’t stop the tears form uncontrollably flowing down your cheeks.

You couldn’t help yourself. You had to go see him in his office. Just once. Every moment mattered now. Every interaction you had with one another could be your last.

William noticed the door creek open. He looked up from the papers in front of him and his eyes landed on the door. It was you. He was quick to notice the tears streaming down your face and your unsteady breathing. You tried to remain calm and rub away the tears with the sleeve of your nightgown but it only seemed to make things worse.

“(Name), my love, what are you doing here..?” He asked in concern. Liam knew not to be too direct with you and stood up as he spoke to you in a soft voice. “Are you alright, dear?” He asked as he walked towards you. You tried to speak through the tears

“I-..” you coughed quietly to regain your composure “I had.. a bad dream..” you said through sobs.

William wrapped you in his arms, keeping you in his warm embrace. He kissed the top of your head as you pressed your head against his chest. “Would you care to tell me what it was about?” He asked but you shook your head.

“Don’t wanna..” you mumbled into his now wet shirt. He ran a hand through your hair affectionately. He knew you often had nightmares of various things. The nobles you killed would often haunt your dreams, you told him each time it happened. You never told him of your fears of him dying.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? They don’t seem to be this bad usually..I think it would be better to let your worries out..” your husband said to you as he held you closer to him, whispering in your ear as he rubbed shaped on your back with his finger. He then sat you down on a sofa in the study with him while you buried your face in his chest.

“I’ll be fine..” you choked out. You weren’t fine but you had to remain strong, for William, for Louis, for everyone. “Just..” you hesitated, trying to find the right words “promise me that you won’t leave me..? I want to live on with you forever..until we’re only and tried. I want to watch our future grandchildren playing in the garden with you as we sit in our little rocking chairs..so please just..stay.”

William’s eyes widened once more. Had you finally caught onto his suicide mission? He felt a lump form in his throat. He couldn’t say a word but he felt the same way you did. Your husband wanted nothing more than to be able to fulfil that promise, but that wasn’t possible, not in a world like this.

“I’m sorry..” he finally spoke. You let out a quiet sob. That was all you needed to hear. “If there was any other way..I’d choose to spend the rest of my life with you..”

He held you tight. That night you had both fallen asleep in each other’s embrace. There really was no other way around it, was there?

Unless..?

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Can I request the moriarty brothers and Zack Paterson x reader reaching reader (i don't mind about the gender) too late and when they finally find reader, they're dead?

ᥫ᭡. MTP CHARACTERS REACH YOU LATE

✧ ⚠️: Death, suicide, murder, angst .. I think that's all.

╰┈⪼ ୨ William James Moriarty is busy teaching his class when he finds out you've passed in the hospital. ୧

“Now, you'll have some trouble solving the equations but once you get the hang of it - it'll be far easier for you all.” William says, palms against the podium as he looks over his class, a gentle smile plastered across his features.

Two knocks are heard on the door opposite to the podium he stands in front of. Slowly, the door is opened to a new face - looking at William with somber, hesitant eyes.

“Yes?” William lifts his head, gazing over the stranger. Several students turn their heads to look at the new man as well. “Can I help you?”

The man inhales, unsurely looking over the classroom. “Lord Moriarty, please. It's urgent.” He says, gesturing William to come closer towards the man.

William pauses, wondering what could be so urgent. He nods his head, making his way to the end of the class. The man takes William out of the classroom to break the news, whispering into his ear.

He stiffens, not sure if he's heard the man right. “Pardon? I-” His heart is thumping violently in his chest, feeling his palms get sweaty all of a sudden. The impact the news has is even worse when his older brother, Albert, comes personally to pick his younger brother up.

“William..” Albert rasps, guiding him towards the carriage to get to the hospital. William's dazed, feeling like he's not here, not present. Albert has to hold him by the shoulders.

It's only when he finds your lifeless body on the hospital bed when it finally clicks for him. He's standing in the doorway momentarily before his knees suddenly give out under him. Albert holds onto him, making sure he doesn't hurt himself from the fall. “What is..? Brother?” William turns to look at Albert, who's gaze is locked to the ground, afraid to meet his younger brother's eyes. “They were in a carriage accident, William.” He says silently. “They were crossing the road when a carriage's wheels suddenly came undone; crushing them under it's weight.”

He's so very soft and gentle when he gathers you into his arms, cradling you close to his chest. Soft sobs involuntarily make their way out of his throat as he rocks you back and forth on the hospital bed, lips pressed against your forehead. His eyelids are closed and tears drip from them, the flat of his thumb caresses the back of your cold hand, arms wrapped around you as if it would warm your lifeless, cold body, even by the slightest.

╰┈⪼ ୨ Albert had baked your favourite dessert after a long time since you'd been diagnosed with a chronic illness. He wanted to share it with you. ୧

You had been spending your final days in the hospital. Medical tubes held your frail existence, oscillating between life's edge and the promise of tomorrow.

Despite your preparations and promises to be strong, a solitary tear betrayed your resolve. Did you regret sending him away for your favorite dessert, knowing death was inching closer? No. No, you didn't. Did you? It was your plan in the first place, to spare him from witnessing your departure from this mortal realm.

It was a nice life, wasn't it?

“It was.” You whisper, smiling softly to yourself.

Your senses grow gentle and distant, as if caressed by a gentle breeze on a summer evening and the world around you recedes, becoming acutely aware of the gentle rise and fall of your breath. You release the weight of existence, surrendering to the gentle pull of the unknown.

“Darling! So very sorry I'm late, I was-” He peaks his head into the hospital room, your favourite dessert in a bag he holds. He stiffens, the silence of the room jarring. He'd half expected you to nag him about being so late. “Darling?”

The sight of you, so silent and unmoving makes his heart fall to the ground. The bag falls to the floor. He feels his stomach churn as he makes his way to you, tiptoeing to you quietly as if a noise too loud would wake you - but perhaps, that was all he wanted. To wake you up once more. Tears stream down his face, feeling his heart break inside of his chest.

“I'd baked for two.” He whispers to your motionless body, stroking your hair softly. A small, soft whimper makes it's way past his lips when he leans down to press his lips against the tip of your nose, bidding you goodbye.

“Rest now, my beloved.” He speaks softly, slowly running his palm over your eyelids and closing them for you. Atleast now you wouldn't be in constant pain.

╰┈⪼ ୨ Louis didn't want it this to end - certainly not this way. He was sorry and he wanted to apologize to you. ୧

Louis's ears were ringing loudly - the noises in his head almost too blaring, too violent, completely blocking out the abrasive shouts of those around him.

His breath was rapid, irregular and heavy as he pushed everyone out of his way to get to you. All kinds of thoughts flooded through his mind. He'd gotten too angry, too caught up in the moment that he ended up lashing out at you. He knew you were having problems with everything, with yourself. He should have understood. He should have. If only he didn't lash out at you, if only he had noticed these signs earlier - the constant anxiety, the inability to get out of bed, to eat, to take care of yourself..

An officer from the Scotland yard stops him, trying to block him from getting to you. “Sir, please! You can't go past these police lines anymore.”

He pushes past the police officer, too focused on locating you. When he finally finds your body on the ground, chalk outlining your body - he can only feel his heart break inside of his chest to see you in such a state.

“(Name)..!” He gasps, voice weak and barely audible. “No..” His voice cracks as he staggers his way to you, police officers still trying to stop him. He kneels infront of your unmoving body, holding you into his arms.

“Please..” Louis pleads, burying his face into your hair. “You can't..- you can't leave me. Please, (Name). I'm sorry..”

“Wake up, please. (Name)..” He looks down at your lifeless body. "Wake up." He whispers to you, the sound of his wails of grief echoing throughout the atmosphere. "Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up." He pleads to every single deity out there, hoping one of those ‘wake up's’ would wake you up and bring you back to him.

He's shaking all over, tears flooding his eyes and making it's way down his face. “Scream at me, hit me, be angry. Hate me all you want. Please, just wake up.”

╰┈⪼ ୨ How would Zack know that his very work of line, the one he swore to use to make a safer world for you, would wound up being the reason for him to lose you? ୧

Surrounded by constant threats and corruption, in and out of the CID - that's what it meant to be Zack's significant other. And yet, the both of you didn't mind - as long as you two were by each other's side, everything was alright.

That was the case.. until now. He was always a work oriented man, he'd never put his emotions over his duties.

And yet, his emotions overwhelmed him greatly. You were his light - and now with you gone, he felt himself loose a part of him.

Zack stood at the scene, his eyes fixated on the lifeless body of his lover being carefully placed on the stretcher. The blaring ambulance sirens echoed in the background, their piercing wails mingling with the chaotic thoughts racing through his mind. His hand feebly grasped onto your own a little too longer as you're carried away, watching you with a grief stricken gaze.

Lestrade, his trusted colleague, approached him cautiously with concern etched on his face. "Zack, I'm.. so very sorry for what happened." he said softly, his voice barely audible over the clamor around them. "We'll find the person responsible for this. I promise you."

Zack blinks, a tear dripping down his face. His chest tightened, a mixture of grief and anger overwhelming him. He clenched his fists, his jaw set in determination. "I won't rest until I find the bastard who did this." he replied, his voice laced with raw emotion.

“They're going to regret-” his voice breaks. “-what they did to them, what they took from me. ”

He replayed their last moments together, the warmth of your touch, the gentle sound of your laughter. And now, all he was left with was an empty void, a painful absence that threatened to consume him. As the ambulance doors closed, shutting out the sight of his lover's lifeless form, Zack's heart sank further.

Memories of their time together flooded his mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of what had been stolen from him.