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This Exhaustion Will Outlive Me - Vil XReader (??)

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“Sure, walk away,” Vil hissed, “like you always do. When things get hard you just leave. Isn’t that exhausting? Aren’t you tired of all that running?”

The silence in the air was heavy and palpable. A weight that slammed down on all the shoulders nearby, making it hard to stand and watch and stare. They do anyways. A handful of Night Raven students stand around and stare at the scene before them like a movie, too afraid to leave. 

“Fuck you.” 

The only thing other than rustling trees and birds- the earth not taking note to be quiet- to break the silence were those two words. Her voice was soft and sorrowful. Like a beaten down anchor trying it’s best to stop a sailing ship, she sounded tired. 

“Excuse me-?”

“No, fuck you you fucking asshole. You don’t get to talk to me about walking away- you don’t know what I’ve been through. The fucking life I’ve lived? You don’t know shit- you have no right!” 

“You think my life is so perfect-...”

“Course I do you rich asshole, you’re still here. Where you belong. I’m not. I’m miles away from anywhere I’ve ever called home in a world so different from what I knew it makes my head spin. I had a life, Vil. I had a family and- believe it or not- I had friends. And I-.” 

The tears that began to well up burned her throat, choking her words down. 

“And I have no way of getting back to that… Back to normal… And I don’t need you looking down your fucking nose all the time shitting on me for the way that I talk and the way that I look and the way that I dress and the way I act and the very core of my being because it’s not good enough for you- I’m sorry, Vil, I’m trying. I’m really fucking trying because I know I’m shitty and an asshole but I’m really trying to not be so could you lay off for one day so I could get my damn head straight.” 

Pausing for longer than intended, Vil could only stare at her through misty eyes, unable to speak- to find the words to say in this moment. The appropriate words to use to quiel her. To soothe her. To make her see that he understood. Instead, silence. The air filled now with her heaving in and out, trying to catch a breath that refused to be caught. The sounds across from him sounded like she was suffocating and the worst part is he knew there was nothing he could do to help. Soon, breaking into a fun on sob, she ran. As fast as her legs could- as far as they would take her- she ran. And this time he didn’t stop her. 

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El oh el I’m still sad and might have a bit of writer’s block so here’s my MHA oc after she’s done a bit of trauma growing <33 I will try to girlboss harder soon

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Yandere Rook XReader (Part 7)

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“You need help to your room?” 

“What? No…” You groaned. Your bones felt heavy and your limbs slack but, body be damned, you had all intention of going to school today. One missed day was more than enough for you (Ace’s little joke earlier not exactly helping anyone’s defense to try and keep you home). 

“I don’t think you should go to class today.” 

“I’m fine!”

Without thinking you used Deuce as a crutch to prop yourself up. Now on your feet, here came the most important part. Walking. 

You heard him whisper to an entity far beyond your view and too out of reach for you to care about as you put one foot in front of the other. Your body wobbled as you shifted your weight back and forth in a walking motion. Your steps barely looked human- let alone well- but all pleas to get you back to bed fell on deaf ears. 

“Here,” A voice sounding like it belonged to Epel offered but you were never actually handed anything. Instead, Deuce held your bag while he and Ace stood on either side of you, ready to catch you if you fall. 

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Sorry about the short update. I'm not sure how consistent I'll be able to be for a bit. My boyfriend recently broke up with me so I've been in a little bit of a funk but I'll try to shake it off so I can give you all longer parts <33

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Yandere Rook XReader (Part 6)

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Trying desperately to shake it off, you followed Ace as he walked. You caught little bits and pieces of whatever he was trying to tell you but the majority of his story got covered by your thoughts- your fears. The sinking feeling that you weren’t safe even in your own dorm. The feeling of his eyes lingering on you shook you to your very core. Luckily, Deuce’s frantic shouting knocked you out of your own thoughts and back to reality. 

“Don’t raise your voice at the table,” You could hear Vil warn him before you’d even made it into the dinning room. 

“S-sorry-! Ace don’t you dare finish that story!” 

“And then this idiot falls off his broom!” Ace exclaims, making sure to say it loud enough for everyone in the next room to hear. Heavy footsteps were all you heard before Deuce came flying through the room, aiming to tackle Ace to the ground. Vil made an attempt to stop them before his eyes landed on you. Bringing back his composed self, he sat back down in his seat and adjusted the collar on his shirt, his sights still set on you. 

“Finally here to join us for breakfast?” Vil questioned you. Nervously, you looked around the room. Kalim seemed excited to see you while Jamil ate, his gaze fixed on what was on his plate. It was almost uncomfortable how hard he was trying not to look at you- to not discuss what had happened. The night you saw his face and ran as far and as fast as you could. Or maybe all he wanted was to ignore a different night in question. The one where he’d almost killed you and the few friends you’d felt you had in this world that still felt foreign. Epel watched you expectantly. 

“No,” You mumbled, ready to turn back around. At this point you had made it a tradition to skip breakfast and wait in your room for the first waves to leave and go to school. Usually Everyone left in stages; Vil and Rook left together. Then it was Kalim and Jamil (Jamil usually having to force Kalim out of the dorm in order to get him to his classes in some sort of sense of “on time”). Then all the first years (You, Epel, Deuce, and Ace) walked to class together. No use in breaking your bad habit now. 

“You’ve gotta try these pancakes Vil made!” 

And with that suddenly Deuce was dragging you to an empty chair, Ace following behind him. You cursed the gods for allowing them to finish their little squabble just as you were about to make your great escape. 

“Oh, no. I’m good. I don’t usually eat breakfast-.” 

“Which is a terrible habit that you need to break.” Vil chimed in as he took it upon himself to make your plate. You watched as he piled it with pancakes, eggs, bacon, and sausage links. If you’d known they’d made so much every morning you probably would have at least snuck a handful of food to your room every now-and-then as you waited out the storm. 

“Yeah! My grandma always said that a good breakfast can stomp out any bad mood!” Epel chimed in, clearly trying to make you feel better. “Plus, you are sick… You should be eating more.” 

And back was your headache, pounding in your skull louder than ever and more tortuous than before. The cacophony of everyone’s voices melded together into an ear splitting mess and every second made you wish you’d just stayed in your room. That you’d simply ignored your bad breath and groggy body and simply stayed in your room- not daring to take that shower that had started it all. All day you felt like you were enduring trial after tribulation. 

Through your mind fog you it sounded like some of the words spoken in the conversation you refused to listen to were pointed in your direction. You didn’t respond, however, you aching head in your hands feeling much too kind in your hour of need. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d moved, including the movement of you placing said head in your hands in order to have some sort of rest. Your moment of solitude in a room full of people was cut entirely too short by a tap on the shoulder. It was Deuce standing beside you as someone slowly took your plate. 

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Yandere Rook XReader (Part 5)

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The defeat in his voice almost stung as much as sitting up did.  Before you could lay your aching back down on the bare headboard Rook took one of your pillows and made a cushion. 

“Aren’t you worried,” Your drowsy self questioned him, assuming you’d given him enough context to understand. He didn’t, instead laughing as he twisted off the cap of a plastic water bottle with ease. 

“What do you mean, Angel?” 

“That you’ll get sick.” The word held more emphasis than you meant it to. The combination of a stuffy nose and heavy chest made it impossible to talk in your normal speech patterned. 

“No,” Rook mused as lifted the water bottle to your mouth. You chugged it graciously. “I don’t get sick easily.” 

He stared in amazement as you downed all sixteen ounces in a matter of seconds, your lungs managing to crush the water bottle as well. 

“Tres bien!” He cheered you on while clapping. Some of it ended up falling down your chin and wetting your shirt but the cool water felt nice on your burning skin. Rook didn’t seem to mind your mess and neither did you as you dared to lower yourself into your own bed. 

“Oh, allow me!” He was quick to stop you, gently placing his arms around you to settle you under the covers and tuck you in. Rook then softly patted your head while saying something in French that you couldn’t care enough to register, let alone understand. With that he left the room and you to your own devices, making sure to turn out your lights as he did. 

“Hey, human, wake up!” 

Those whispers were something you didn’t want to respond to. Little paws shook your face by pressing on your cheek, beckoning you to rise. 

“Are you…asleep?”

A few moments of persisting later and suddenly you felt something warm and fuzzy lay itself down in the crook of your neck. Despite the heat, you were comfortable. Comfortable enough to sleep through dinner, at least. And most of breakfast. 

Feeling better than you did last night, you walked yourself to the bathroom (which seemed impressive after how bedridden you were just a few hours ago) and took your shower. You could tell you’d gone right after Kalim judging by how much water coated the shower walls and bathroom floor. Even the mirror wasn’t safe, covered in condensation, a smiley face drawn in the fog. You used your old clothes to mop up what you could before they got too soaked to use and you gave up. A simple hope and prayer that you wouldn’t slip and bust your skull clean open would have to do. 

Finishing your shower and proceeding to brush your teeth revealed that your shower completely covered Kalim’s mark. It would have almost been the thing to make you sad but what really took the cake was when you made an attempt to brush your tongue and just threw up nothing but stomach acid. The violent way in which your innards left your body did clear your nose and pop your left ear for a moment. Taking your victories where you could, you just tried to enjoy breathing clearing (and ignore the smell of your vomit). 

“Oh! Are you feeling better?” 

When you opened the bathroom door to leave there stood Rook right outside of it. You couldn’t tell if he was waiting for the bathroom or just waiting for you. How long has he been standing there, anyways…?

“Naw, still sick…” You groaned as you looked around. No one else in the hallway. Just you and him… “You need the bathroom,” You offered. He simply shook his head. 

“Non, no. Let’s get you back to bed, you’re still hot.” 

The back of Rook’s hand was now pressed against your forehead and feeling for your temperature. 

“Rook, I just took a hot ass shower. I’m gonna feel hot. I can walk.” 

You tried to push past him but his arm blocked you. Either you were still weak from your cold or he was concerningly strong because when you made an attempt to move him he would not budge. 

“Come, now, you need rest. I won’t take no for an answer.”

“I don’t need to sleep, I need to eat. I’m hungry. Move.” 

You tried to glare at him but quickly got subdued by the way he looked at you. His emerald green eyes peered into your soul as he wore a cheshire grin. The way he stared made it seem like you were prey. Meak and small and made for him to chase. You couldn’t even pull your eyes away from his. With one look he had you in a chokehold. Every passing second your heart beat rose. Every millisecond felt like an eternity that struggled to chug forward. 

“Oh, hey! You’re outta bed!” 

The addition of a new voice made Rook move out of your way. Lowering his arm, he shifted to the side and stood in the doorway of the bathroom. 

“H-Hey Ace! How was class yesterday?” 

You walked forward to talk to him- to be more in his presence than Rook’s. Even as you moved you could feel his gaze on you. 

“Terrible. You missed a test, three pop quizzes, and you won’t believe what Deuce did during P.E!” “Are you serious?”

Ace took a long pause of silence that made you stare at him in anticipation and concern. If that’s truly what happened you were ready to make a vow to never miss another day at Night Raven College again. Your brain already began to wonder how you were going to even begin making all that work up. 

“Naw I’m fuckin’ with you. But the Deuce thing really happened! We’re goin’ through broom drills, right? And…”

You weren’t even able to let out a sigh of relief, entirely too tense from the rollercoaster of emotion you’d just been put on. Ace’s voice faded out in your ears as you looked back to see Rook still in that doorway, still staring at you. The view of his eyes following you diligently as he slowly shut the bathroom door behind him gave you chills. Like an apex predator stalking it’s prey…

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Yandere Rook XReader (Part 4)

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“Bonjour, petite fleur.”

It was the first thing you heard when you woke up from what you assumed to be a nap. Looking around, however, convinced you that you had fully knocked out. The windows that resided next to your bed no longer emitted light and instead projected the never-ending darkness of the outdoors. Your headache, now stronger than ever, made it feel like torture to simply sit up. A gentle hand placed itself on your chest in an attempt to get you to lay back down. You slowly looked up to see Rook speaking about something you didn’t care to listen to. You simply mumbled whenever it seemed right as the weight of your head became crushingly painful. Slowly resting it down anywhere, your skull found a place against Rook’s arm and your eyes followed suit in the need for rest by closing. You heard a soft sigh leave his lips before feeling a cup raise to yours. Realizing you hadn’t had any fluids today on account of you being asleep for the entirety of it, you slurped up whatever substance was in the cup with little objection. Its taste was bitter and went down harshly but that was probably a sign it was good for you. At least, you hoped it was. 

“There you go,” He hummed, “good job.” 

He brushed your hair down with his hands which felt like heaven in your sickly state. He then caressed your cheek, letting his hand rest there for a moment. 

“Go back to bed now, mon chéri.”

“Water,” You horsley requested. He couldn’t just expect you to fall back asleep with that terrible taste in your mouth! It coated your tongue in a thick, disgusting layer that you’d rather not keep. In your sorry state the last thing you needed was any more suffering. He quickly said something to himself, as if your words had thrown him into a frenzy, and he gently placed your head down on your pillow. You didn’t see him leave the room but his footsteps sounded rather quick and got farther in a matter of seconds. 

Closing your eyes felt so blissful you refused to even acknowledge the new being you heard creaking the floorboards towards you.  However, your concern began to rise as the door seemed to close behind them. 

“I heard you were awake.”

Vil’s voice. And if he was here with the door shut tightly behind him, risking getting whatever plague kept your head bound to your pillow, you knew it was bad. Any time he entered your room and shut the door behind him you knew you’d be getting a lecture. 

“Where were you last night?”

You groaned. Getting interrogated didn’t land too highly on the list of things you’d like to do while painfully ill. 

“No one could find you for breakfast, then all of a sudden you pop up in your room. Sick as a stray dog, tail between your legs. Care to explain?”

You didn’t. 

Vil let out a heavy sigh that you could feel even from your set position on the bed. His next words felt worse than your current fever ever could. 

“Jamil told me something rather interesting.”

Silence was the only thing that felt good at the moment. 

“Do you want to say it, or should I?”

You were right, there was a new hole in the ceiling allowing the night sky’s stars to look down and shame you. 

“Is this because of his overblot?”

Sympathy. It filled his words and jabbed you in the ear, deafening you to reason. You slowly turned your head- truly moving it as fast as you could- and opened your eyes only half-way. Your new movement was all he needed to feel proven right. 

“You have to talk to someone-.”

“Not you.” The only words that had left your voice this whole conversation were dismissive and bitter. 

“Then who?” His question sounded like a plea. 

“Not you.” 

He tried his best to hide the blanket of anger that now covered his face but the attempt was sad at best. He pressed his lips together, unable to think of a proper come-back. Or maybe the gears in his brain were turning hard inorder to think of a way to console you- to help you. You didn’t care to figure it out. Expending what little energy you sorry little hands still clung to, you turned onto your side as if to end the conversation. 

“You can’t continue on like this. Avoiding your problems like-.”

You let out a heavy, painful groan that hurt your back to perform and shook your chest. Vil let out a sigh that hissed, threatening to bite (and bite it did). You couldn’t help but feel some sort of guilt for your defiance. Vil hadn’t done anything explicitly wrong but now was not the time for him to play detective or therapist or whatever costume he was trying to put on and masquerade as. 

Relief flooded your bones when you heard the door open again. You could only hope it was Rook here to get this awful taste out of your mouth. The flavor of the tea had been washed out of your throat and replaced with something else that was just as harsh and ten times heavier and you needed it out. Now. 

“Oh, Roi du Poison! What a lovely surprise. You should be careful, though, I’d hate for you to get sick, too!” “I was just leaving, Rook. Take care.”

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Yandere Rook XReader (Part 3)

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“I’m fine,” You weakly tried to convince Vil (and yourself) that you were healthy enough to attend classes today. That was until, almost on cue, you were forced to run to the nearest toilet in order to avoid throwing up on his shoes. 

“Okay, you’re not going anywhere but back to bed.” 

Wiping a bit of spit off your bottom lip as you slowly stood up, you nodded. 

“Yeah, that’s fair…”

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” You heard Kalim ask in panic from the hallway. Vil quickly blocked him from the bathroom, however, and told him not to get himself sick. As you walked past he kept himself and Kalim far away from you as if you had some highly contagious, deadly disease. 

Laying in your bed, you had nothing to do but scroll through Magicam on your phone. Before leaving a few people popped their heads in to check on you. Namely Kalim, Ace, Deuce, Rook, and an energetic raccoon warning you not to expect him to carry your shared grades on his own. The day hadn’t even started yet and you were already incredibly bored. In a matter of minutes Magicam’s content had grown stale and your need for a distraction got the better of you so, following your own kind of backwards logic, you decided today was the day you were going to clean the entire dorm, top to bottom. An impossible task for any sane person but sanity was never your strong suit. In the back of your mind you knew the better option was to rest until you fully recovered or even complete a few assignments during your free time, but in your heart of hearts, you felt this was better. And the heart wants what it wants.

As you moved downstairs the floorboards creaked under your unevenly distributed weight, your body swaying side-to-side as you moved. Your first stop was the kitchen. It was almost spotless thanks to Vil and Jamil’s joint effort to keep it that way, seeing as they were the ones who cooked majority of the time. Other than a few dishes in the sink, likely left behind by Deuce or Kalim. Washing, drying, and putting the different plates, silverware, and cups back to their proper places wasn’t very difficult. Next was the living room which, once again, didn’t need much work thanks to Vil. If anyone left something out of place he’d be quick to reprimand them, no matter who they were. This included you which at times was frustrating but you could tell it was making you a better person. All there was to do was dust a few surfaces, straighten out a painting or two, and readjust the few items you had laid out for decoration. The evicted dust bunnies didn’t leave without sacrifice and made sure to make you hack up your lungs on the way out. The coughing rattled your bones in a way you’d never felt before and almost brought you to your knees. 

“Oh, mon Petite Fleur, Ça va?”

The voice seemed much closer than you’d expect it to be seeing as no one was near you the last time you’d checked. However, when you turned around you found Rook only mer inches away from your face. Too close for comfort.  

“Woah!” You yelped as you almost lept backwards in a desperate attempt to reclaim your personal space. “Careful, you might get sick,” You used as an excuse to put some sort of distance between you two. Instead of getting the (not so) subtle hint that you needed space, he instead inched closer as you moved away. 

“To fall ill by your hand would be a blessing from The Great Seven themselves.” He mused as he reached out to place the back side of his hand against your burning forehead. Your heart pounded aggressively in your head as if threatening to split it wide open and your body felt as hot as a sauna. 

“Why are you not in bed?”

That felt like a good question now that you didn’t have boredom and possibly adrenaline clouding your better judgment. 

“I needed to do something...” 

“Non, mon chéri, you need rest. Allons-y, let’s get you to bed.” He hummed, extending his arms towards you. Subconsciously you slowly backed up into the wall behind you, unsure of what he had planned. Rook’s actions never made any sense to you and with the scare you had last night- how the world warped in order to bring you back to that scene, that very day? The fear that plagued even your dreams? You weren’t ready to trust what doesn’t make sense. Regardless of your comfort levels, though, he simply picked you up and cradled you in his arms like you were a sniveling pup just begging for all that ails you to vanish.

Rook carried you effortlessly up the stairs and to your barely renovated bedroom. He lifted your blanket and gently nestled you underneath it. Pulling the covers up high, he patted your head and warned you not to go anywhere. Part of you felt as if he was joking but the rest of your heated body perceived it as a real threat. Fear shook you to your core as you watched him walk away. Running seemed more trouble than it was worth, but then you couldn’t help wondering. Was your life not worth running for? It is, right…? Then why are you still in bed, waiting for him? 

“Rook’s harmless…” You whispered to yourself before you started to nod off. You didn’t want to sleep but there wasn’t really much you could do against it. Especially with your eyelids getting so heavy and the bed feeling so nice.

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Yandere Rook XReader (Pt.2)

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“Oh, umm….heyyy, Jamil…” The words barely escaped your throat as it rapidly dried, like a puff of smoke from your withering lungs. You tried to force down any nervous coughs and saliva in a desperate attempt to wet at least your tongue.  

“How…how are you?” You asked, trying to get your bearings. 

“I’m fine,” He started. “Are you alright?”

You forced a smile through your terrified expression and quickly nodded. 

“Peachie keen,” Your voice wavered. 

“Are you here to get something to eat,” He was trying. “I could make you something quick-.” You were so tired of him trying. Constantly making false attempts to rectify what he did without so much of a “sorry”. He tried to kill you- you could have died! 

The air started to feel thicker, heavier, like mucus that rested in your deflated lungs and weighed them down- along with your heart- to your stomach. The thrashing around of your organs in their new spot made you feel sick and faint. Beads of sweat started to build on your forehead. You looked around- it was freezing. Were you freezing? Your feet felt loose, uneasy in their steps on the moving ground. The wind blew away grains of sand that swirled around and past you. This whole empty desert and here he was. Standing in front of you.  

He looked like he was trying to say something to you- at least his lips were moving- but you had no idea what sounds were coming out. You couldn’t hear him. All you could hear was the beating of your own heart as it destroyed your eardrums and turned your stomach. All you knew was that when it came to fight or flight you wouldn’t freeze like an idiot again. You wouldn’t make those same mistakes. You have the scars to prove that you’re an idiot and today you just couldn’t bear to gain another permanent reminder. If it’s sink or swim, you’d swim. If it’s do or die, you’d beat your ass you’re living. If it’s fight or flight? You run. Out the door, completely barefoot, into the pouring rain, you ran as fast as you could as far as you could until you were on someone’s front steps, banging on their door. 

“We’re closed!”

“Uncle?” You screamed, the fear ever present in your shaking tone. Or maybe it was the tears that streamed down your face that caused your voice to shake. Maybe it was the cold? Or-. Oh. Footsteps. Rushed and heavy, they came barreling towards the door in a frenzy. Once they reached the door it opened to reveal an empty and dimly lit Mystery Shop, Sam standing above you, a terrified expression on his face as if he was trying to usurp your throne of “most scared”.

“Oh, little Imp, are you okay?” Sam asked in a soothing voice and placed a hand on your cheek. His body heat was a nice contrast to how freezing cold you were. 

You couldn’t talk so a simple nod would have to suffice as he led you into the store and closed the door behind you. 

“Let me see if I have any extra clothes.” He sighed before quickly moving to the back of the store. It took him a while and it sounded chaotic. You could see shadows of shirts and pants being tossed aside carelessly in his search to find you something that would fit. Every so often something hard would fly from his hand, hitting the wooden floor boards with a thud and making you jump. So did the thunder. So did the sound of his voice once he talked. 

“Now, do you wanna tell me what happened?” Sam asked as he handed you a shirt that looked about ten sizes too big and a towel to dry yourself off, sniffling back a sneeze or two while you did. You just wiped your damp skin with the towel, put the shirt on over your dripping clothes, and nervously tried to take the ones underneath off without saying a word (and without exposing yourself). 

“So I’ll assume that’s a no…” He sighed as he took the towel from your hands to dry your hair, roughly shaking and scrunching it until he was satisfied. It wasn’t exactly dry but damp was better than soaking wet.  

“I have an umbrella you can use. Break it and I’ll make you pay more than full price.” 

“What?” You whined, finally calmed down enough to speak. 

“You may be my favorite little imp, but I still have a business to run.”

“Can’t I just stay here?” You basically begged as you squirmed away from Sam in a desperate attempt to not get pushed out the door. 

“Aw,” He hummed, seemingly amused by your antics. “No. I have to lock up.” Clearly not amused enough… 

“What, do you think I just live here?” 

In all honesty, it could be possible. You’d never seen him outside the shop and why wouldn’t he live surrounded by his precious wares? Easier to prevent a break-in, too. The thoughts rattled around your brain and almost distracted you from how terrified you felt. Shrugging, you tried your best to come up with some excuse- any excuse- to make him let you stay. 

“Was it that bad?” Sam sighed. You sniffled in response, partly for sympathy points but mainly because your nose was beginning to run. He raised an eyebrow. 

“I could guard the store! Make sure you don’t get robbed!” 

Some of the students were starting to seem rowdy and the prices just kept rising, even if it was a slow incline. He could have a real Boston Tea Party on his hands (if the people of this world even knew what that was…)! Still nothing. 

“Please?” You begged. Knowing that you weren’t going to give up any time soon, he gave in. Grabbing a packaged blanket from a nearby shelf, he begrudgingly opened it before throwing the blanket over your head.

“Thank you, Uncle.” You hummed, excited by your small victory. 

“Don’t thank me, you’re paying for that!” He warned as he started to walk out. You knew that he’d let you pay him back, let alone make him, but the comedy soothed your soul.You then gently laid yourself down on the floor to sleep. It was most likely better for your back than the mattresses at Ramshackle anyways. 

“Hey,” Sam started as he stood there in the doorway. You could barely see his face but the skull tattoos(?) he possessed were clear as day- almost glowing. 

“Yeah?” You groaned, sleep taking over your tone and shutting your eyes. His silence prompted you to speak again, unsure of if he wanted a response or was simply checking to see if you were already passed out. “I’ll give you back the blanket later.” 

“Don’t bother, just don’t get me sick…”

“I’m not sick,” Is what yesterday’s idiot said. Today’s victim knew good and well how violently ill running in the pouring rain had made them.

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Does anyone roleplay anymore? I made a whole pretty Discord server but I have no friends so it's completely empty and I kinda just wanna roleplay random stuff

[suwundae]

Rook YandereXReader (Pt. 1)

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“Everything’s felt weird now that I have to share Ramshackle. Of course there was always the ghosts and Grim but they felt like family. Now there’s just a bunch of strangers here every single day… Having Deuce and Ace live here hasn’t been…awful…at the very least? We’ve basically been joint at the hip (ignoring how gross that felt to write) since I got here so with them it’s just feels like a sleepover. I’ve sort of known Epel because Jack would invite him to sit with us at lunch but we wouldn’t talk to each other. Jamil is…another story entirely. Everytime I see him I just… It’s like I’m back there. I see glimpses of that day. It’s been happening with all of them, not just him. Leona, Riddle, Azul… Even sometimes with Jade and Floyd. It’s not like I’m afraid of them or anything. At least I don’t think I am? I’ve just been avoiding them, y’know to be safe. Anyways, then there’s Rook and Vil- I think his name was. Vice Housewarden and Housewarden of Pomefiore respectively. Vil kinda makes me uncomfortable… He’s really pretty but he tends to take the “tough love” approach, something I’m not always in the mood for… Rook is alright. He’s been pretty nice to me since we met (not counting the time he shot an arrow at me) so that’s cool. I like his haircut. I will never not be entertained by the way his hair moves.” 

You had tried to ignore it as you wrote but the feeling that someone was watching you kept growing. You weren’t saying you were paranoid, but it’s not as if this was the first time you thought you were being watched and found nothing, so you assumed this was the same…

…

…

Letting the feeling get the better of you, you turned around and flinched. You were not prepared for the very man you were writing about to manifest himself behind you. 

“Bonjour petite fleur.” 

“Holy sh-ugar…” You gasped. The wonderful thing of living with Vil was that you now got lectures on your “crude language”. 

Ripping one of your earbuds out, you stared at him for an explanation. When he clearly wasn’t going to give you one, you simply asked, “How long have you been standing there?” “Not long.”

He smiled but it didn’t ease your mind in the slightest. Instead, it made you more tense, which caused the sudden new voice that appeared farther back to make you jump. 

“Is it okay if we use the living room to practice for a bit?” 

You turned from Rook to see Epel with Deuce following closely behind him yet standing A comfortable distance away. You wished he could learn a thing or two from their example.  

“Oh yeah, go for it.” 

You didn’t mind much, anyways. Ramshackle was more than big enough for you to find a new space to put off your schoolwork while they practiced their complex routine. You were just glad you didn’t have to be a part of it. 

“Thank you.” Epel said, his tone shifting once he caught sight of the blonde in the room. 

You quickly gathered your things from the coffee table, shoved your phone in your pocket, and headed for the stairs. 

“You don’t plan on staying?”

Looking at Deuce’s now red cheeks you already knew your answer. That was, until you traced Epel’s gaze and noticed he wasn’t actually looking at you, but the person behind you, Rook. Somehow he had followed you from the couch to the stairs and you didn’t hear a single footstep. 

“Oh? Is there something you need Monsieur Cherry Apple?” 

“Me and- er… Deuce and I were having trouble with this part of the dance…” The message was not received as Rook showed no signs of heading down the stairs to join them. “You think you could walk us through it?” 

Now his attention was finally on Epel and off of you. 

While they talked, you took this opportunity to make your way to your room. You closed the door behind you and flung your body onto your bed, listening to the century old bed frame creak under your weight. A sigh left your lips before you pulled out your phone and checked its volume level. 

“Damn, how loud did I have this?” You wondered, trying to piece together how Rook was able to sneak up on you so perfectly twice in a row tonight. As you continued to think about it, you realized that this wasn’t the only time he just seemed to appear out of thin air. Nine times out of ten any time you turned a corner at school or in this house he’d be around it waiting to escort you to your next destination. 

“Maybe Vil was right. My music is making me go deaf.” 

You rolled your eyes at the thought as if it was an impossibility. Bringing your attention back to your phone, you scrolled through any new text messages you received. Random texts in group chats, videos Cater would send throughout the day, that recipe you asked Ruggie for (and had a feeling you’d regret later), and a few texts from Rook. Nothing too important but it did remind you of the song he said you should listen to. 

Opening the link sent you to some song in French and listening to it transported you. It was calming and gentle. The woman’s voice made you want to hold someone and dance under the moonlight. The instruments felt like a breeze, swaying the flowers in a meadow to move with you- dance with you and your faceless love throughout the night. You could almost even feel the midnight air kiss your skin as you laid there in your bed, dreaming up the perfect scene. Then thunder and light rain which confused you because you could actually feel it. Looking up, another droplet landed right between your eyes. 

“Shit, is that another hole?” You groaned, quickly getting off your bed to avoid any more unwanted water. Once your stomach growled again you realized that the thunder wasn’t in your head either, so you went downstairs to at the very least grab a quick snack. It seemed like the trio that was once down here had cleared the area a long time ago, which made you wonder how much time you spent listening to that song…

“Oh, hello.” 

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Yandere Leech Twins XReader

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You hated having to lock up the restaurant, however, there wasn't much you could do against a boss like Azul. It was your turn to clean up and close. 

"At least I'm not alone..." You mumbled to yourself as you swept the floor. Last time you checked, Azul was still in his office doing the great seven knows what. 

"Little Shrimpy~" A voice hummed out of the suddenly opening front door. You knew you should have locked it while you cleaned... 

"Hindsight truly is 20/20... Hey, Floyd." 

Forcing yourself to look up from the floor to the twins that had just walked in, you suddenly wished you hadn't.

"Oh my-! Are you guys okay? What happened? What...is all of that?" 

Question after question flew out of your mouth faster than you could think. 

"I told you to stop talking to Goldfishie..." Floyd sighed as he essentially dragged his body through the lounge and to the kitchen, presumably to clean himself off. You couldn't keep your eyes off him, even after he had left your field of vision. 

"Wait...Riddle? What does he have to do with any of this-? Is that blood?" 

Jade walked up to you and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. 

"Relax, it's not ours." He hummed before joining his brother. Oddly enough, his words had the opposite effect. 

"Hair...dye..." You mumbled to yourself, deciding to feign ignorance. 

"Hmm? Could you speak up?" 

Your breath hitched as you and Jade made eye contact, his attention suddenly turned from the sink to you 

"The Heartslabyul housewarden... This isn't...from him, right?" 

Subconsciously, you backed away from them, almost slipping on one of the red droplets they brought in when they entered. It looked as if Jade was about to answer you before Floyd cut him off. 

"Awe, Shrimpy! You look so cute when you're scared!" 

"Calm down, Floyd. We wouldn't want to make them any more frightened than they already are." 

That line from Jade felt particularly interesting to you because it felt as if you were at the peak of "frightened". If you got any more scared than you were now you'd likely die on the spot. 

"Hey, Little Shrimpy~! You wanna play a game?" 

You tried to refuse- or to say anything at all. You wanted to scream for help. You wanted to call for Azul who sat in his office who was blissfully unaware of your current situation but you couldn't. Instead, weak noises of fear left your body as it trembled with fear. 

"Let's play hide-and-seek." 

Floyd's terrifying smile filled with razor sharp teeth imprinted itself on the back of your eyelids, solidifying itself as an image that would keep you up for months. He slowly moved towards you, the liquid on his clothes still fresh and dripping.

"We'll be "it", okay little Shrimpy?" 

His face was suddenly inches from yours, that smile still plastered brightly on it while his eyes peered into your soul. 

"Run~!" 

Without a second thought your feet moved faster than your brain could. You hadn't even noticed that you were still holding your broom, or that you had dropped it, until it hit the ground with a loud thud. The sounds around you were ten times louder with your body now on high alert. Even your heavy breathing was ear splitting. 

"You'd better run fast! If I catch you, my tailfin's gonna wring you out like a dirty dishrag!" Floyd called out after you as he got ready to run. "I wanna squeeze you till you pop..." 

"Now now, Floyd," Jade hummed as he raised a hand, "let's give them a head start."

"You're right... That'll make this more fun!" Floyd cheered before bursting into a fit of laughter. 

"Don't laugh," Jade said as he covered his mouth, however, he was unable to contain his own laughter and it rang throughout the Mostro Lounge. The twins were now laughing together. It was a horrifying cacophony of villainous laughter that bounced around in your head, destroying any thought that wasn't "run". 

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Thorns | Izuru Kamakura X self-insert

I know I haven't uploaded for a while and there's a genuine and understandable reason for that...I forgot I had a Tumblr. So here's something I wrote for my Amino! <33

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     "Be careful next time," He said as he pulled a thorn out of my finger tip, making me flinch.

     "I was careful.”

     I flinched again when he pulled another one out.

     “Be more careful.”

     “I was careful,” I repeated, obviously frustrated. Unintentionally I went on the defense as he continued to examine my arms. “I fell, it was an accident. How is that my fault? Why am I getting blamed for something that was an accident?”

     “I wasn’t blaming you.” The way he spoke was his normal monotone. How he held my arm, however, was completely different. Usually he’d grab me effortlessly, light touches and grabs like he didn’t want to touch me in the first place, or tight holds on my body with little to no regard for my flesh or bones. Tonight was different though. Tonight he held my arm as if it was already broken and any rough handling would shatter it further. I was probably making it up but…he held it like my safety mattered. I kinda expected him to be faster.

     “Ow,” I sighed as he pulled another out, moving from my hand to the rest of my arm.

     “Ow!” I cried louder, snatching my arm away from him. I looked at the fresh blood that dripped from my arm and frowned. “I’ll do it myself.”

     I moved my other arm towards him to take the tweezers, cringing a bit from the pain the thorns slowly moving with me caused.

     “I don’t think you can-.”

     “Give it.”

     I doubt the face I made looked any less in pain because he refused, instead getting up and wrapping an arm around me to keep me in place at his side.

     “Hold still.”

     “No, y’know I think I’ll just keep them. Like cute little skin pets-. Ow!”

     He moved slightly faster which helped to get it over with quicker but not with the pain. I squirmed against him as he pulled each out, discarding them who knows where since I couldn’t exactly see with both our hair in my face. All I could do was feel. Feel each thorn get pulled from my skin one by one, his hair as it lightly brushed my face, his shallow breaths against my skin and the bandaids he pressed on each wound. I caught light glimpses of them as he moves. Random assortments of various Sanrio characters and heart shaped rainbows now adorned my arm. They were from the different packs I had given him in pathetic attempts for friendship. I assumed he would have thrown them away but I guess it’s good that he didn’t…

     “Are there any in your face?” He asked. His sudden asking after working in complete silence startled me a bit. I pressed my lips together, not wanting to tell him but I knew I needed to get them out.

     “Just one.”

     He moved my hair out of the way and I quickly closed my eyes, not wanting to see his reaction to the rest of my face. I didn’t want to hear about my uneven eyebrows or be questioned on the scar on my eyebrow or the spots of acne on my forehead and he didn’t. He just removed the thorn then patched me up.

     “You’d be better off hating Talents again.” He said under his breath. It was quiet and I could barely hear him over my gasps of pain but I’m sure that’s what he said.

     “Do you not-?”

     “Why did you call me?”

     That shut me up real quick…

     I look up at him for a second before looking away, trying to find a good enough excuse.

    “Does anyone else know you’re out here?”

    “No… Ow, that one really hurt!”

    “So let me get this right,” He sighed as he placed another bandaid on me, “you went into the middle of nowhere alone to confront someone you assumed was stalking you.”

     I tapped my fingers against my thigh and I thought up a response.

     “Relax, I’m an adult-.”

     “In age alone.”

     He ripped out another few thorns and then moved on to my back. We sat in silence as he pulled out a few more until I broke it.

     “I think there’s one on the back of my head…”

     He moved back up to my head, moving my curls out of the way in a silent search before pulling it out and moving down to my leg.

     “Be more careful next time.”

     He said it in the same tone as before but, now being able to look past my intense urge for self-preservation, I could almost hear actual concern in his voice. Either that or it was the slight blood loss. 

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Anniversary || BakuLise

Elise got to the last destination and leaned over to catch her breath, placing her hands on her knees as she breathed heavily. She had been running around all day so it was nice to know that this was finally her last stop. She looked up at her surroundings and softly smiled. She was at the park where Bakugou had confessed to her in high school. It was decorated beautifully with pink petals from the cherry blossom season. As she walked down the dirt path of the park memories flooded her mind of walking down the same path with her boyfriend. She watched cherry blossom petals fall as she thought about the times Bakugou would buy her boba and they'd take a stroll through the park as they drank their bubble tea.

Elise looked back down at the note that Kirishima had given her. It said to go to the every end of the park where the two benches are. Elise's face flushed as she remembered the many kisses Katsuki and her shared at those benches under the trees. It was embarrassing to think about all of the sweet moments they shared, but it was nice, too.

Once Elise got to the end of the pathway she looked towards the benches that sat before a dip in the land that led down to a pond.

"There you are, Dumbass... I've been waiting for you forever! Where the hell were you?" Bakugou huffed as he got off the bench that he was on and walked towards her.

"Where have I been?” Elise huffed as she put her hands in her pockets and walked towards Bakugou. “You sent me all around town today! So to answer your question; all around freaking town!”

Bakugou softly laughed in his deep, raspy voice and smiled.

“Ah, that’s right. I did do that, didn’t I?” He teased with a wink.

“Bakugou.” Elise warned.

Bakugou wrapped his arm around Elise’s waist and softly kissed her temple.

“This was super sweet but...Why did you do all of this?” Elise softly asked as she leaned into him.

“It’s our anniversary.” Bakugou huffed as he flicked the side of her head.

“Oww…” She softly whined. “Yeah, I know that, but you never go all out like this.”

“That’s because I had a really important question to ask you.” Bakugou hummed as he stepped away from her. Elise watched as her boyfriend got on one knee and pulled something out of his hero costume.

Elise’s face flushed and she backed up a bit.

“Oh my-! Bakugou, this better not be a joke.”

Bakugou opened the small black box that contained a ring and looked Elise in the eyes.

“Will you marry me?”

Elise’s face turned completely red. Tears welled up in her eyes and she covered her mouth. They stayed there in silence for a moment, both of them making sure to memorize each detail. All of the beautiful scenery, each and every word, and every facial expression the other made. Each movement was recorded in their minds and marked as sacred, something they would never forget.

“Fucking say something, dumbass! I can’t stay on the ground forever, I’ve got shit to do!” He groaned. Elise quickly nodded and threw her arms around his neck, screaming her answer.

“Yes! Yes, Bakugou! Of course!” She cheered. Bakugou shivered as he clenched his teeth.

“Alright, alright! I fucking heard your ass, now back up you’re yelling in my damn ear, idiot!”

“Right, sorry!” Elise quickly said and backed up. Bakugou stood with her. He then took her hand and slowly slid the ring onto her finger. He then placed his hand on her head and smirked.

“You better get used to calling me Katsuki. I let this shit slide since we were only dating before, but you’re about to become a Bakugou, too.”

Elise pressed her lips together as she squealed.

“Oh lawdy, I guess I am!” She laughed.

[suwundae]

Driver's License Supremacy :)

"Do you think...you could sing me something?" Oikawa softly asked Jadayah as they sat against the gymnasium wall. Jadayah softly smirked and nodded.

"I got my driver's license last week-."

Oikawa turned to her and slammed his hands against her cheeks, discoloring them a bit.

"Babe, I love you, but sing a different song."

Jadayah softly nodded as she started laughing.

"Yeah yeah, I got you!" She hummed. Oikawa turned back around and looked towards the ceiling, waiting for her to start.

"Red lights, stop signs-."

"That's still Driver's License!"

Jadayah bursted out laughing when Oikawa quickly turned his head to look at her again.

[suwundae]

Meeting in the Breeze

Barbatos found himself heading back to his usual spot on Starsnatch Cliff. He reminisced about the moments he carved these mountains with the very wind that blew through the gaps of his fingers and played with his hair. His walking slowly came to a halt as he looked farther to see someone sitting upon the very cliff he had been planning to go to. He slowly approached as to not startle her. He leaned down to try and get her attention. It slowly came to his realization that she wasn't going to notice him this way, so he tried blowing wind in her direction. He tilted his head as he watched how completely lost in thought and unresponsive she was. Knowing that indirectly trying to get her attention wouldn't work he decided to speak up.

"Hello. What are you doing here?"

She flinched backwards, putting her hand up in a defensive motion. Barbatos just brightly smiled, trying to disguise the fact that he was studding her arm. It was completely black and the veins lightly glowed as she channeled elemental energy into her body. He tried his best to see where the unnatural darkening of her skin stopped and where her own skin tone began.

"L-Lord Barbatos!" She panicked as she scrambled to stand up. Barbatos watched as she hid her hand beneath her large poncho. Her large, glassy eyes stared at his face while actively trying to avoid eye-contact.

"I'm sorry. I'll go."

"No, stay." Barbatos hummed as he sat himself down. He hung his legs off of the edge of the cliff and breathed in the fresh air as it blew through.

"I'd enjoy the company."

She stared at Barbatos, confusion covering her face. Without looking her way, he gently patted down on the area beside him. She cautiously moved towards him, watching his reaction the whole time. Once she was confident enough that she wouldn't cause offense she slowly sat herself beside him.

"What are you doing here so late?" He tried again. He glanced to his side to watch her slowly bring her kneed to her chest.

"Couldn't sleep. The cecilias are very pretty, especially when the wind moves them..."

Barbatos brightly smiled.

"They are!" He cheered. "I think cecilias are the most beautiful flowers in all of Teyvat."

She nervously glanced back at Barbatos. She flinched once they made eye contact and quickly looked away before making a soft sound of agreeance.

"I never got the chance to thank you properly." Barbatos said before extending his hand towards her. She looked back and forth from his face to his hand almost fearfully.

"You were a big help against those aristocrats!"

She just stared at his hand. Barbatos slightly tilted his head towards the side. He knew she wasn't going to shake it but he still wanted to keep his hand out.

"What's your name?" He hummed. She simply stared again.

"You...do have a name...don't you?"

She looked up at him, made eye contact, and quickly looked back down. She slowly shook her head.

"We've never needed any before..."

"We?"

"Me and my mother. We never needed names so we never had any."

Barbatos started to think. He then snapped with the hand he was going to use to shake hers, finally freeing it from being paused in mid-air.

"How about I give you one then?"

She looked up at him, this time keeping her head up. He was able to see the shocked expression written all over her face.

"I can't ask something of you!"

"Why not?"

"Why not-? Do you not know who you are? You're lord Barbatos! The very being who carved these mountains! The one who freed Monstadt from the aristocrats-!"

"And you helped me in battle! You were on the front lines alongside me! So I think you deserve a reward-!"

"No!"

She seemed increasingly nervous. As if he was a sin to request a simple name from a god. Barbatos gently squeezed whatever was in his hand as he continued to push.

"How about making an offering?"

"An...offering?"

"Yeah! You give me something and I give you something in return. If you give me something, anything, then I'll give you a name."

She looked down before looking back up.

"Do I really need a name...?"

"Of course! The bards of Monstadt will need something to call you in their songs."

She let out a small giggle before nodding.

"Okay. What does one offer the great Barbatos?"

"Oh, you flatter me!" Barbatos beamed as it started to seem as if she was getting more comfortable with him. He thought for a second before looking her in the eyes.

"Do you have wine?"

"I don't...think I know what that is...?" She softly said as she slowly shook her head. Barbatos squeezed tighter as he straightened his spine.

"I know! Bring me an apple!" He cheered. Confusion flooded her face once again as she processed his words.

"An apple?"

"An apple! A big, juicy one if you can! Ah, my mouth's watering just at the thought!"

She looked down and then back up to his face.

"Okay... I'll bring you an apple-."

"And in turn I'll give you a name!"

"Because... That's how an offering works?"

"Mhm! You're a quick learner!"

The two sat in silence for a few seconds. The only noise that persisted was the blowing wind as it caused the plants around them to dance. Barbatos watched as the hairs on her head unstuck themselves from the sides of her cheeks and moved with the leaves.

"Lord Barbatos...?"

"Yes?"

"May you please let go of my hands now?"

Barbatos blinked. He looked down to see that he was in fact holding both her hands in his. Somewhere within the conversation he had reached past her poncho and grabbed them, holding them tightly in the space between him and her.

"Ah, sorry!" He laughed as he let go. He watched her intently as she slowly got up.

"We'll meet back here again tomorrow, same time!" He called to her as she slowly moved away. She softly nodded.

"I'll have a name for you!"

"And I an apple!" She softly called back. Barbatos watched as she walked away until she slowly disappeared, presumably on her way to Monstadt. He couldn't help himself from smiling as he slowly looked away from the direction she left in and stared up at the stars, filling his lungs with fresh air as he enjoyed the gentle breeze.

[suwundae]

Panic set in as she franticly dyed her newly grown in roots. The knock at the door persisted.

"Just a moment!" She called out as she tried to hide every last spot of pink she could find. As she did more knocking came.

"Please, just a moment!" She pleaded, as she tried to finish quickly. The silence that carried after each knock could only mean one thing. She slammed a night cap onto her head as she rushed to the door. She slowly cracked it, only allowing enough space for her frame to be seen and not the room.

"Good morning, my lord." She huffed, completely out of breath. It was her husband...

"You maids were worried about you so they came to me." He said as he looked down at her. The glare in his red eyes made her body naturally shrink. It was almost a blessing that he moved out of the way to showcase the two women who looked as if they had been sobbing their eyes out.

"I humbly apologize, my lord. This won't happen again." She said to him, staring at them as they tightly held onto each other, tears still filling their eyes. Sundae slowly opened the door, allowing the two to run in once it was wide enough. She then started to close the door but it stopped half way. She looked up in confusion to see that Izuru was preventing it from closing.

"Is something wrong?"

Even her wings shivered when she heard this question. She quickly shook her head as she held onto the door tightly.

"Nothing for you to concern yourself with, my lord-."

"I didn't ask if it was my concern or not, I asked if something was wrong."

She gripped the door tighter, trying to keep herself calm.

"No, my lord. Nothing is wrong." She said, straining herself to try and close the door.

"Sun-."

"I'll see you at dinner!"

"My wife." She paused. Staring at her feet as her body stopped in terror, waiting for him to speak.

"If something is wrong, do something about it."

She quickly nodded before slowly hiding behind the door. A mixture of shame and fear covered her face. Izuru finally turned around and walked away. The door to her room quickly shut behind him.

[suwundae]

The first time they ever met was on their wedding day and once they got into the carriage all Izuru said to her was "dye your hair." As a reaction, Sundae quickly asked, "Excuse me?" Once she realized that he wasn't going to repeat himself, she slowly nodded as she looked out the window, grabbing at the short, pastel pink strands of hair that encompassed her head.

"Yes, my lord." Was the last thing she said for the rest of that ride.

The night they arrived at his palace was one of the few they'd ever spend together. They performed their marital obligation before finally turning in for the night. Once she awoke, he was no longer by her side. She shouldn't have expected any less but had hoped for so much more. Drowsy, she slowly moved from her bed to the dresser, opening the doors wide to look at the selection within. It had already been filled to the brim with dresses from this country, all of them with dull colors and lackluster patterns. As she felt them the fabric hurt her fingertips. They were in no way poor quality, just not to the expectation of her previous land where the summers were hot and the winters warm and short. She had no time to be lost in thought about her home once a knock was heard at the door.

"M'lady, it's the butler." She lowly turned around as she adjusted the back of her night gown, trying her best to hide the wings she used to keep on display with pride within this foreign fabric.

"Come in..."