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thereticx · 1 year

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៚𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌

inspired by this song

pairing: Eren Jaeger x Reader

summary: Eren Jaeger shows his face again after a whole year away, recovering from the mess that was yours' breakup. Summer was already here and with it there's no escaping one another.

warnings: break up, ex's to lovers, cheating rumors, sexual themes, slight body talk

author's note: first attempt to write something that includes a song so I hope this isn't terrible (also the first one shot with smut after some time)

✎"Darling, you need to eat something. Please" Carla's voice rang through the massive room where she and her son stood for almost an hour trying to enjoy some good food. She hated seeing him like this, empty and absent.

Eren played with the fork while slowly raising his eyes to face his mother. He tried to mimic a smile as best as he could, maybe just maybe, she'll let it go "I'm not that hungry I ate before I got here"

The long ride to his mother's house gave him enough time to put himself together, to put up a front, convincing enough in order to not raise suspicions. But he forgot that it's his mother. Carla could read him like an open book, she was able to break through his facade and see him.

"Sweetheart, did you break up? Or is it something else? You know you can—"

"Yeah, we did" The boy felt how tears were about to fall from his eyes. God, he hated crying. It made him weak and hopeless. A single question was enough to take him back to that day where all went downhill.

「Hand over heart, I'm praying

That I'm gonna make it out alive 」

"Three years, Eren! Three damn years!" Your mouth tasted the salty tears that slipped over your chapped lips, then it hit you "Why?"

Eren stood in front of you, his eyes scanning your form. Your beautiful face was coated with tears and your eyes were tinted red from all the emotions flowing through them. Those eyes he got lost in every night held so much pain, so much betrayal, for him.

"Baby…please.. I can explain, just—" His trembling hands reached out for you, taking your face in them, his thumb brushing away a droplet of water. Eren's touch was so comforting yet so strange in that moment. You didn't know what to do, how to react. Part of you wanted to slap him so hard he would feel the sting for days, but another part wanted to give up. It was quite tempting to fall into his arms, to let him taste your lips and whisper what you so desperately wanted to hear.

「You got me scattered in pieces

Shining like stars and screaming」

No it's not right. You couldn't offer him your forgiveness not this time. With a shaky breath you managed to break everything you two have built. Every happy moment where you were laughing together, kissing, undressing everything crumbled. To say it hurt like hell was an understatement. It felt horrible. Eren felt his heart hurt, his chest moving up and down so fast he couldn't breathe properly "Please don't….please"

「This is a modern fairy tale

No happy endings」

That day haunted you for weeks on end. You grew to miss him so—so much that nothing had meaning in your life without him.

Eren was the air you breathed, he was the sun that warmed you up whenever you had a messed up day, when you wanted to smash everything in your sight and just hysterically cry.

He would warm you up with his little smirk that showcased perfect teeth, coming to embrace you and kiss your eyelids, your hair and finally your lips. There, he spent a good amount of time, swallowing every regret you had for the day and every bad thought. His lips were so gentle and sweet you couldn't resist. His fingers playing with the hem of your shorts while saying "Let me love you, baby"

And who were you to deny him?

「The bed's getting cold and you're not here

The future that we hold is so unclear

But I'm not alive until you call

And I'll bet the odds against it all」

The body that laid beside you was unknown, strange. Your soul refused to acknowledge it. The burning feeling you once got from Eren touching you, now it was locked up. There's no such thing as pleasure anymore. Only the gods now, you tried to love him. Your new boyfriend. You really did try.

If only he knew what was going on through your head a few hours ago when you had sex. If only he knew the boy who stole your mind and heart was far—far away and still you felt him so close.

His old shirts were kept in your closet, his ring that he had given you on your first year anniversary was kept beside you on your nightstand.

「There's a million reasons why I should give you up

But the heart wants what it wants」

Nights were the worst. In those moments you felt like the most. Your body tingles when you wear his clothes and when you click on the album you're faced with thousands of memories. All of them printed on your mind that when you close your eyes you're able to see him.

「You got me sippin' on something

I can't compare to nothing」

"Eren…this is my boyfriend" A knife ripped his skin and struck his heart. Was this really happening? He shook his hand trying to be as polite as possible but deep down he wanted to break your boyfriend's head and steal you away from him.

Eren was dressed handsomely but adapted to the hot weather. He had his key necklace hidden under his shirt and a smaller one sitting right at the base of his neck. His arms were decorated with bracelets all of them from the time you went to parties together but what really caught your attention was the ring he wore. The one you bought him when he turned nineteen.

He always wore it, even at the gym. Despite the fact that it left nasty marks on his finger, he didn't dare take it off.

When you trailer your eyes up his form you caught his eyes. You could see the pain and regret was still there, but he restrained himself from making a move. His body just couldn't move. You saw the innerbattle he endured seeing you with another man. It was hard for you too, because if he was to take your hand in his right then and there you'll give in and abandon your morals.

Please do it.

He didn't.

「But then you disappear and make me wait

And every second's like torture」

This was a terrible idea. You shouldn't be here with him. Not alone. It's not like you didn't trust him, you didn't trust yourself.

"So, about that thing. I didn't cheat on you. Historia just got into a fight with Ymir and I hugged her. That's all" Eren felt like it was too late to explain everything. But he had hope that you'll take him back.

「Save your advice 'cause I won't hear

You might be right, but I don't care

There's a million reasons why I should give you up

But the heart wants what it wants

The heart wants what it wants」

You smashed your cold lips against his, licking his lower lip to ask for entrance. His hands cupped your face keeping you so close your breaths became one. The taste of him was so addicting you desperately wanted to rip his clothes off.

"What about him?" He whispered, opening his eyes to scan your reaction. You smiled "The only one I care about right now is you. So, shut up and kiss me"

(the two of you broke up before this)

His arms lifted you by the hips and wrapped your legs around his waist. You felt him smirk against your neck, pressing wet hungry kisses. You tilted your head to the side allowing Eren to mark your neck. Your fingers were in his hair taking out his hair tie and letting the long strands of hair to rest on his shoulders "Eren..please"

"I know baby, I know" With one kiss pressed on your lips he laid you down on his bed sheets, admiring your body. You were curvier than he remembered, more beautiful if that was even possible.

Eren removed his shirt, his torso and abs on full display. He let your finger travel on his pecks while he rested his forehead on yours "I fucking missed you" Your touch raised goosebumps on his whole body and his pants were tighter with every second.

You sat up discarding your clothes along with your bra and underwear. You kept your thighs together to stop the slick from slipping further down your legs.

Eren watched you with hungry eyes when he noticed something. Your arms were around your middle, to hide something. He leaned in, taking your lips in his, meeting your tongue. You couldn't escape him. His overwhelming presence made you remove your arms from around you and pull him in, working your way to get him out of his pants.

Eren gripped his dick in his hand aligning with your entrance. His slit moved briefly up and down teasing you "Eren please.." You raised your hips to get some kind of friction.

The boy gripped your hips and stopped your movements "Tell me if it hurts" He pushed his tip inside, making you gripp the bedsheets. It's been a long time since he had been inside you and your now ex boyfriend wasn't even near as big as Eren.

He pushed forward making you close your eyes to stop the tears from building up "Relax baby I'm almost halfway"

Halfway?

"Eren it hurts—" Upon hearing you, he moved no more. His hands grabbed yours and squeezed them "Shh…you're doing so good love..so good" You opened your eyes seeing him look at you with so much love and admiration. He was painfully hard but still he took it slow for you.

His thumb drew circles on your hand while he whispered "Do you remember the first time we did it? You took me so good. Fuck, this pussy is perfect baby. You're perfect"

While he talked you were so focused that you didn't pay attention to the pain anymore "Can I move?"

Oh..

You slowly nodded your head and felt Eren's thrusts. His movements were slow but deep. Your walls hugged him so good he felt like cumming right then.

"Oh fuck—" He picked up the pace, making you see stars. His dick went deeper with every movement reaching your g spot.

You arched your back feeling your orgasm build up "Eren I'm about to cum" He let go of your arms letting you wrap them around his neck. You rested your face in the crook of his neck, panting.

Eren felt your pussy clench around him as your orgasm hit you "That's it baby. Let it go" He put his hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair while he kissed your hair line.

When he pulled out of you, your juices where running down your inner thighs "No..you didn't get to cum"

He laughed sweetly pecking your lips "Don't worry about me—"

But you didn't listen. You pushed him on the bed, your lips kissing him lower and lower, reaching his still hard dick.

You looked up at him and god, he was about break. His hair stuck to his handsome face, his cheeks reddening. He was embarrassed.

You started kissing his dick from the base until you reached his tip. Your tongue came in contact with the precum and didn't hesitate to take him in all the way.

"Fuck—fuck" You felt his fingers grip your hair while he held you there for a second. He didn't apply pressure letting you do whatever.

You moved your head up and down, your tongue flat against his dick. He wasn't able to contain himself and thrusted up in your mouth "Don't stop fuck—"

You didn't dare to. Your hand squeezed his balls while you went faster. His moans were getting louder which indicated that he was close. Eren wasn't the one to shy away when having sex. He was as loud as he wanted.

His dick hit the back of your throat, releasing his load.

He watched you swallow his cum. You crawled on top of him kissing him. He trapped you with his arms, his lips biting your earlobe "I love you, Y/N"

You didn't reply with words but rather you kissed his jaw resting your head on his chest.

I love you

He knew that. You didn't have to speak.

For him it was enough that you were there.

That night the two of you made a promise. Through breathless moments you admitted to yourselves that…..

「The heart wants what it wants, baby

It wants what it wants, baby」

Your hearts want one another.

#fanfic #x reader #anime #snk #aot #attack on titan #eren yeager #eren x reader #one shot #eren smut #eren jaeger #eren jaeger smut #eren x you #eren x y/n #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #snk eren

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f3mme-f4tale · 2 months

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☾ bound by bloodshed ☾

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bound by bloodshed - w.i.p series

potential warnings: there will be mentions of blood and gore, explicit language, sexual content, dark thoughts, violence against women, cannibalism, body horror, torture

pairing: seattle!ellie x female reader

word count: 14.8k (work in progress)

✎ summary: tlou universe series based heavily off the song "girl with one eye" by florence & the machine and "strangers" by ethel cain. in the bleak aftermath of a harsh winter, ellie's heart is torn asunder when her patrol partner is snatched away during a routine run, spirited away by hunters turned savage cannibals. driven by an ravenous hatred and a physical yearning, she unwittingly partakes of sustenance offered by the very hands tainted with the essence of human flesh.

important note: this fic won't be for everyone! it is going to be extremely disturbing, as i am pulling inspiration from various body horror novels such as tender is the flesh (bc im mentally ill), a certain hunger, and bunny. i had a nightmare after reading this selection of books and thus, this series was born. VERY heavy on the trigger warnings

coming soon...

⭒ girl with one eye by florence & the machine ⭒ strangers by ethel cain ⭒ your best american girl by mitski ⭒ nutshell by alice in chains ⭒ separate by pvris ⭒ monster by paramore ⭒ haunted by searows ⭒ souvenir by boygenius ⭒ doomed by bring me the horizon ⭒ anyone else by pvris ⭒ thick skull by paramore

#tlou #tlou2 #fanfic #ellie x reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie fic #wlw fanfic #wlw #lesbian #horror #the last of us

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boycasanova · 1 year

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✎ KNY post-canon headcanons | How Tanjiro entertains himself when his family, Zenuko and Inosuke, move out of their home.

Warnings: Spoilers for chapter 205.5! It references a lot of what happens after the manga, but it’s not entirely canon compliant!

» He was heartbroken at first, but he couldn’t justify keeping them forever. He wanted to blame Zenitsu for stealing his sister, and with her the last of the Kamados, but he knew it wasn’t true. Zenitsu was happy to stay in their mountain home, he had no qualms about not being head of household, much to the bewilderment of everyone else. With the addition of more and more children, it was apparent they would need more space. He knew that too, but there was something so healing about sharing a room- and futon, with his niece and nephew, hearing Nezuko and the latest Agatsuma baby snoring slightly across the hall.

» He wanted to beg her daily, on hands and knees, “What did I do wrong? How can I fix it?” He wanted to cry, curse her for leaving him, apologize for everything. Did she not remember Gyutaro’s resolve? He was more than Gyutaro, he gave his sight and an arm, and yet she wouldn’t choose him like Daki. sad.

» He wanted to, but he didn’t. He smiled, gave them his blessing, and said a prayer for them. Nezuko thanked him for letting them her go, she wouldn’t have been able to do it. The thought of disappointing her brother, leaving him all alone to haunt their home, would have killed her. The memories of their family dances around at night, maybe that was comforting.

» Tanjiro thought of time in two ways, before, with Kie and Tanjuro, and after, a collection of days that bled into one another. These days were marked with laughter, and sobs, and hunger, and a need for a deep sleep. He thought he would never be satiated, but that wasn’t the case.

» Inosuke often swings by, despite them having so little in common, he loves Tanjiro. He tries to remind him of all of his hobbies, what kept him sane in the mountains. “You like writing in your diary.” “I do...” He still doesn’t remember his name, however. When he brings by his litter of 7 or 8, still growing mind you, they all greet him as Gonpachiro-sama.

» He still enjoys journaling and writing letters. It stems from his untraditional background with schooling and living in the mountains. As the eldest son, he was the only one to attain a formal education, finishing at 13, before he went on to work with his father. Everything he learned trickled down to his siblings. This meant, unfortunately, the only thing available for them to read consistently was his journal. No privacy, not that there was anything in there they didn’t already know.

» As an adult, Tanjirou still reads and writes. His home, his inheritance, is full wall to wall of manuscripts, scrolls, books, and his favorite, manga. He likes family manga, like Kodomo Pakku, but it does hurt. He wonders if Rakuta would’ve liked it too, he fantasizes about Kie holding his head in her lap while he reads it aloud. It’s also a source of joy, though.

» The neighborhood kids visit him to read his books. He taught a good number of them to read and write themselves. On a typical afternoon, Tanjirou sits on the en, tan skin washed orange by the sunset. The kids sit around him, showing him the pages of the books he’s already read. It doesn’t matter to him, each one adds something new with their interpretation.

» He takes up doodling alongside his journal entries, thinking he invented something new. He keeps record of all the shrubbery, making special note of what they need to survive.

» Tanjirou ventures out to the city when he can, but the walk isn’t something he can do daily. Now that he no longer trains with the girls of the butterfly estate or the hashira, his stamina is not what it used to be. He loves knick knacks however, he’s filled his home with them. Walls lined with manga, Ramune, wooden toys, antiques, and western nonsense. He kept it clean however, he was always a tidy person.

» When it’s time to marry and have children, Aoi, Zenitsu, and Nezuko consider his options carefully. He was never much of a romantic, despite taking the lead for most of his life, he wanted that part done for him. They meet in his home, he serves them tea, and the hard part begins. What kind of girl would best suit Tanjiro?

» Everything he knows about love and romance he learned from reading, or his parents, but they weren’t around much to teach him. Tanjiro the feminist Kamado prides himself on being progressive and forward thinking. He informs all women that he won’t dominate them, he’s not a patriarch. His father was gentle, and his gentleness is what Tanjiro will pass down to all of their descendents.

» When he sends out his first written proposal, word gets out that Tanjiro Kamado, the kind demon slayer who cut down Muzan was looking for a bride. Women of all ages showed up to his home, hoping to be accepted. It was overwhelming to say the least.

:) I love tanji. Next we’re gonna do sad ones...

#Tanjiro #tanjiro kamado #inosuke hashibara #zenitsu agatsuma #nezuko kamado #zennezu #kny #tanjiro kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #demon slayer headcanons #m #tanji #anime #manga

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freyito · 19 days

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hiii first of all i just love your drabbles 🫶🫶🫶 Can i request mk1 characters reactions when their partner is hurt? yk when they found out that their s/o is in the hospital or sth. You can write for whoever you want but I would love if you include Raiden, Johnny Cage, Kenshi and Syzoth in this ❤️❤️

✭ pairing(s): liu kang, bi-han [sub zero], kuai liang [scorpion], johnny cage, kenshi takahashi, kung lao, raiden, zeffeero [rain], tomas vrbada [smoke], baraka, syztoh [reptile], havik, general shao, shang tsung, reiko (seperate) x gn reader

✧ a/n: thank u smmmmmm anon!!! i hope this doesnt sound egotistical or anything, but i really cant get enough of people telling me they love my writing, it's really affirming and i will always appreciate it ! it's always like... woah.... really......

this is the perfect request, but i am gonna put my own little spin on this and make it pretty angsty, whoops :P super sorry this one took so long too.... ough i put my heart and soul into it. i hope i am not only tumblr user freyito to you, but an angst writer too... well most of these are angst. some are a little more fluffy and less dire... also just could not for the life of me figure out what to write for geras' so no geras in this one :(

🗒 cw: gn reader, certain character's deaths, gore/blood, depiction of death, angst, in some you are close to death, stitching without painkillers in havik's, kidnapping in shang tsung's/mention of kidnapping in rain's, not proofread

✎ wc: 6.3k

ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ʙᴏʏꜱ + ᴀ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⎯Liu Kang

Not much evokes emotion in him. He is a god, he must been even with his feelings, and any shift in the balance could set so many things wrong. On the battlefield, there is no room for failure. With you, he's always been relatively neutral, he makes sure you know he loves you, and he's gentle with you. Yet, he keeps a distance. Liu Kang harbors a fear deep down, that his actions, his status, will bring you to your end. He's a sought out target, after all.

So, when those fears come true, Liu Kang can't help but feel his rage consume him. To watch Shang Tsung's claws dig deep into you, festering, plaguing your own strength. Ripping into you, decorating his hands in your warm blood. Shang Tsung had done this because of Liu Kang, he was so sure. Flames engulfed him, near incinerating the foot soldier he had been fighting. He approaches Shang Tsung, as you lay at his feet, struggling to breathe. Unforgivable. To do this to his starlight, Liu Kang will not make this mans death slow and savory, no. Within an instant, he pushes Shang Tsung's head through his own body, splitting the man in half, as well. Death is too merciful, but alas, that is not important, now.

Once the initial wave of anger washes off, adrenaline and logic set in. Liu Kang picks you up, he treats you as if you're porcelain. Just barely, as you struggle to stay conscious, you can hear him assuring you it's okay. That nothing else will happen. It is unclear whether he is saying this to you, or himself. Regardless, he leaves the battlefield quickly. He knows his comrades can handle the rest. But knowing that he is so close to losing you, as you bleed out within his arms, it is haunting. Every second counts, and he knows it. He entrusts your care to the medics at the Wu Shi academy, as much as he trusts them, he cannot bring himself to leave your side. For hours, he is still covered in your blood. His eyes do not leave your face, resting and peaceful, even with death knocking on your door.

Liu Kang is there every step of the way. When you are in recovery, he makes sure to attend every session. He brings you books, something to keep you occupied on the days where you are stuck in bed. Regrettably, he can't enjoy a lot of alone time with you, because duty calls. He'd love nothing more than to spend every waking moment with you, but he still has stuff to attend to. However, when you are cleared to leave the academy, he keeps you close. Liu Kang is afraid it will happen, the image of you bloodied and ripped up still fresh in his mind. He's only a little protective, the thought of you going back into Kombat a little rattling. But he does not stop you. Because it makes him feel better knowing that you are back on your feet.

⎯ Bi-Han

As the grandmaster's partner, Bi-Han knows that you could be caught in danger. But he does not lament this. He does not celebrate it, either. He admires that you can fight, and he loves fighting by your side. He always looks out for you, of course he does. But he cannot be by your side in a large fight, he knows you can hold your own.

It is a sharp cry that draws his attention towards you. That is all he needs. Bi-Han prides himself on being an even and logical man, but the minute he sees A Tengu assassin's knife dug deep into your ribs, he snaps. Within an instant the battlefield grows colder, and the second you blink, the assassin already has his spine ripped out and shattered. A little bit of a flashy display for a man like him, but he wastes no time in bathing in the glory of his kill. He was lucky enough that the fight was nearing an end, the last of the Tengu clan that was sent out were either retreating or being taken care of.

Off you go to the medics of the Lin Kuei, and he insists you are priority. The one thing Bi-Han was unfair with was you, near fighting with the medics to tend to your wounds. Your blood paints his hands and upper torso, and he refuses to wash it off. Not until he knows that you have priority. When the medics relent, he finally disappears to wash off. He cannot stay by your side as much as he'd like, but he's not only restricted by his title, but his emotions. He takes a couple minutes outside, to calm down his own nerves. Bi-Han does not cry, but a few shaky breaths escape him as he tries to calm himself down. His mind races with every possible outcome, ultimately landing on the worst.

But, Bi-Han's thoughts do not come to fruition. The medics have worked their magic, and you are on the path to recovery. As much as he'd love to be with you, he cannot. But, he does send you a bunch of gifts. Letters, mainly. Small incentives for you to recover quickly, but he sends in flowers frequently, as well. The days he does visit you, he is a softer man. He's especially gentle with you around your ribs. He keeps a very close eye on you during missions once you are out of recovery. He doesn't mean to seem overbearing, but his position alone paints a big ol' target on your head. This attack was the first that brought that to his attention.

⎯ Kuai Liang

Fighting alongside a pyromancer is tricky, to say the least. There's a lot of variables to account for, and aside from that, Kuai Liang can't really keep an eye on you in certain instances. This was one of them, a rather messy battle, one where he couldn't keep track of you. Not that it mattered, he knew you were strong enough to hold your own.

However, it is a stray spark that leads you to stumble back. You flinch, which drives you back into the sword of the enemy. When Kuai sees this… the world goes silent. Water stills, flame fizzle out, swords clash and the dull clang of steel against steel quiets. Only for the water to suddenly form a raging tide, the flames to burn brighter, and the steel fades against the sound of a brilliant flame. In your fading vision, you see your partner's kusarigama impale your attacker's jaw, and pull it clean off. It is a sight he will regret later.

When the battle is over and the medics have taken you away, all Kuai Liang finds himself doing is worry. Pacing constantly, he messes up the mission report and has to have Tomas or someone else from the Shirai Ryu. He can recount things normally without a hitch, but knowing that it was him and his own ‘reckless’ use of his pyromancy with you in such close proximity makes him trip over his words, and even his thoughts. With what little free time he has, he’s pacing outside your cot, frequently checking in on the medics and the progress, until they ultimately have to push him away. Which calms him down, somewhat.

When the medics assure him that everything is fine, and that you are on the path to recovery, he’s much more relieved. He’s a lot less tense, and he’s a lot more coherent. He’s able to compose himself. Granted, he tends to sneak off (when appropriate) to check on you. He really just loves talking with you afterwards, he doesn’t want to bring up any unpleasant memories or thoughts (particularly what you saw before you blacked out), but there will always be a point where you have to talk about it. He’ll also ramp up his affection. The entire ordeal (while he knew what would come with forming the Shirai Ryu) made him realize that maybe he takes you for granted. Kuai Liang has been surrounded by death, sure, but for some reason, when it comes to those he loves… it is hard to understand that life is fleeting.

⎯ Johnny Cage

Johnny is used to deaths and his partner being hurt… on screen. He’s so used to the dramatized version, where his stage partner dies in his arms, and he wails real loud. He’s blissfully unaware that it could, in fact, happen to you in real life. He likes to think of himself as a great source of protection, believes no harm will come your way, not when you’ve got just a big, strong, handsome hunk around. And one of Earthrealm’s Defenders. As much as he’s grown, he still needs to learn a few lessons from the world.

And he’s in for a reality check. There are some unsavory characters out there, ones that aren’t too happy about his status as a whole. All he gets is a call from the hospital and a nice little greeting from officers. The only things he can make out in his newfound panic is ‘attempted murder’, and he’s REELING. He wasn’t there, he reminds himself. He doesn’t know what went down. Officers are still trying to figure it out. In his hazy and reckless state, he goes to his best friend.

Kenshi helps ease his nerves, and gives him a couple of LOGICAL ideas. Considering Shang Tsung had wormed his way into Kenshi’s life to steal Sento (and ultimately got his ass beat), he brings it up. Which leads to a whole meeting with Liu Kang, Raiden, and Kung Lao. To discuss the possible threats, and the future. Johnny cannot sit still that meeting, he’s practically bouncing off the walls, asking what this means for you. Every single question is about you, and you alone. Liu Kang dismisses him, and he practically speeds off to the hospital.

Johnny relaxes when he’s able to finally enter your room,– after a lot of arguing with the doctors about visiting hours– but his mind still spins. How could he let this slide? He should’ve been there, right? Regardless of how much blame he puts on himself, (which it was never his fault to begin with) he’s sat by your bed, sulking. From the police report, it’s clear that it was AT LEAST linked to Shang Tsung, but that’s no longer his problem. He gets you anything from the cafeteria if you ask, and he brings you flowers every. damn. day. He’s got so many gifts coming your way, that when you get discharged, you’re practically smothered by all the gifts he got you as an ‘apology’. When you ask him what he means by an apology, he doesn’t say a single word. Johnny’s very on top of your medication, he’s soooo very delicate with you, he almost condemns you to bedrest. But with enough pushback, you’re able to be up and about; but that doesn’t mean he won’t be worrying over you for quite a while. Even if Liu Kang assures him that it won’t happen again.

⎯ Kenshi Takahashi

Kenshi is aware of the danger that surrounds him and his existence in general. He’s protective of you, of course. And he knows full well that you could be swept up into the mix of the Yakuza, and his work with Liu Kang and the OIA. But, you yourself had fought hard for the relationship and made it clear that you could care less about the potential dangers; even if he felt a little frazzled at all the dangers out there. All the hands that could be grabbing at you, the guns, the knives, the weapons that would be pointed at you the minute you were spotted next to him. You didn’t care.

Yet, when he gets the call that you were involved in some crime, landing you in the hospital, his mind omits all the other details. Aside from the hospital you’re at. He even skips over the fact that it was Jax calling him. Part of him wants to cry. And he probably would, if he could. But he tries to keep himself composed. Whatever he’s been occupied with is now a distant memory, other agents can take over. As calm as he looks on the outside, there’s a war raging within him. He knew this would happen. Ever since he felt feelings for you, he knew.

When he finds you at the hospital, Sento left behind, he’s scared. He doesn’t know if he should be grateful that he can’t see you, or if he should lament over it. While the doctors had described your injuries as non-fatal, and that you’d recover in no time, Kenshi’s mind has already spun a horrifying image, but once the doctors have left, he can hear your soft breathing underneath all the bustle of the machines. And it soothes him. Only then does he find some peace of mind, you are safe, and the danger has passed. Somewhat. When his worry starts to dissipate, he remembers that Jax had actually called him first, not the hospital. When he calls Jax back, the first thing he says is that he’s taking time off, and Jax doesn’t protest. They discuss what happened and that it is now a government matter, and something that expands past OIA boundaries. The short version of the conversation is that someone from a different timeline had managed to worm their way into this one, and harm you. Someone with striking similarity to himself.

Now that Kenshi has calmed down and knows you’re safe, he understands why the nurses and the law enforcement seemed tense around him. It unnerves him, to say the least. That another version of himself would hurt you. His heart, his guiding light. It’s also an entirely new threat that he hadn’t accounted for. Once discharged from the hospital, you have all of his attention. He’s oh so gentle with you, like any little touch and you’ll crack. He does every chore around the house for weeks, until you’ve fully healed. He cooks a lot (with the help of Sento), even bathes you (despite your protests). It’s his way of an apology for what happened, and not just that, but an apology for being with him. He holds immense regret over this, knowing that– even if it was another him from another timeline– he did this.

⎯ Kung Lao

Kung Lao is… protective, alright. And that often gets swept up within his cockiness. Of course, you do feel pretty safe with him. Maybe not around the hat, but you do feel safe around him. Aside from his interesting choice of weapon, he’s a great martial artist. And also just someone who’s really nice to cuddle with. He’s a Shaolin Master, of course he’s going to be a horrifying opponent.

And, there would be hell to pay if anyone hurt his love. He isn’t just all bark. Even the thought of you being hurt has him seething, he tends to overthink. There’s a lot of things that have made him realize that he may be a high value target– even if he can’t help but think he’s done nothing to get to that point. But, under Liu Kang, and just the title ‘Defender of Earthrealm’, there’s some sort of pride that lingers. Something that makes him want to challenge anyone and everyone he can, tell them to ‘bring it on’.

But not at the expense of you. The one thing bigger than his ego? His heart. So, when you stride into Wu Shi Academy,– though, limp is the better term– all cut up and bruised, barely able to speak or see, there’s a rage that burns within Lao. One that even Raiden hasn’t seen. He can’t help but run his mouth about how he’ll teach whoever the hell got to you a lesson. But he’s also despondent, he barely touches his food, he barely shows up to Madame Bo’s… and that makes her worried, until she learns about what happened to you from Raiden. Now not only does the culprit have a bastard with a really sharp hat after them, but the most badass little old lady after them, too. Madame Bo loves you like one of her own, really. She dotes on you, where she’ll normally scold the boys. You are her golden child.

Ultimately, their shared hunt leads to a dead end. Your mind is too hazy to remember anything aside from a silhouette, before getting beaten senseless. As much as Lao seems hellbent on tracking the culprit down, he ultimately gives up when you ask him. But, as you recover, he seems to be in much better spirits. He likes to curl up next to you at night (despite the monks telling him not to), just to reassure him that you’re safe. And Madame Bo arguably puts on more of a show than Lao does. She treats you with free food every day of your recovery, and when you’ve got clearance to be walking around without supervision again, she’s made a FEAST for you. While it feels all sunshine and rainbows once you’ve recovered, Kung Lao works tirelessly to get better. He blames himself, mainly for the fact that no matter what he did, he couldn’t find the one who did this to you. Even if you tell him outright that it is okay. It’s another mark on his list of failures, to him.

⎯ Raiden

When he got the amulet, Raiden didn’t exactly have it down. It took a great deal of focus and strength to hone it, more than he’s known. Sure, there have been some points where it feels like he’s got it down, like he can actually control the lightning. But before the tournament, he had a hard time controlling it, and spent many days doing his best to hone this new power. It was exhausting, and took a toll on him, both physically and mentally. He might have been trained nearly his whole life in martial arts, but that doesn’t necessarily correlate to any sort of magic.

However, it is his connections that ground him. Kung Lao, yes. But you, mainly. Normally, his training sessions with the amulet consist of him trying not to fry Lao, while you sit by and encourage him. A positive environment encourages progress, right? That’s what Raiden thinks, anyway. And all things considered, he’s doing well today. The lightning had been easily tamed, Lao hadn’t been zapped, and all was well.

While training with a staff, however, one wrong move sends a strike horrifyingly close to you. You barely register what happened, the loud bang by your right is followed by a popping feeling, like you’ve been in high altitude, a sharp pain through your eardrum, and then a dull ringing in your right ear. Raiden comes running up to you near immediately, checking over you. Your mind spins at how fast things happened, so you can’t necessarily explain clearly to him what you felt. Before you can collect yourself, Raiden is suddenly set on high-alert, and hauling you away to the medics at Wu Shi. Even Lao is a little confused as he follows after the two of you.

At the medics, you’re able to piece everything together. Ruptured eardrum, and Raiden can’t help but blame himself for it. When you’re getting checked over, Raiden is pacing outside, and Lao is trying desperately to calm him down. It had been a fear of his since the very start of his training. But as time went on and you went unharmed… it started to slip into the back of his mind. He feels horrible for letting go of that worry, for letting it happen. And when the medics let you go and tell you that it’ll heal in a couple weeks, you do your best to comfort him next to Lao. When it’s just you two, however, Raiden is a lot more calm. The adrenaline of the moment got to him earlier. Still, all he feels he can do is apologize, as much as you assure him it’s fine. Over the next couple of weeks, he’s very, very mindful of himself. He’s practically banned you from his training sessions, he makes sure to approach you from your left side or make his presence known if he’s coming up from behind you.

⎯ Zeffeero

There’s not much Rain has to worry about in his day-to-day life, even with his status as High Mage. He knows his title holds weight, but he believes that if he spends all his time worrying, something will happen sooner or later, and he’ll be more of a mess if it comes true. He’s more worried about his actual duties, coming home to you (almost) every night, and what books he will read on his days off.

That being said, he isn’t able to spend all his time with you. Which is a bummer, really. His job isn’t necessarily ‘remote’. He doesn’t worry over you too much, he knows you’re strong enough to cover for yourself. And those who are against him and the royalty should be smarter and focus their attention towards him and Sindel. Keyword, should.

So, when Zeffeero is met by the couriers during his duties, he’s confused. The only words he can make out in their frantic speech is your name, and hostage. Which snaps him out of his normally calm demeanor. But, regardless, he does his best to stay collected. He gets the couriers to explain the situation clearly, that Sindel’s detractors had chosen you out of all people to make an example. The good news is that it was dealt with just as quickly as you had been taken away, criminals don’t really get their way so easily in Sun Do, especially.

But that doesn’t mean they didn’t do a number on you. Rain immediately puts his work to the side and meets you at the infirmary. You’re pretty beat up, a couple bruises on your arms and a gash on your forehead, and the medics inform him that you’ll need to stay here for at least another week, you’ve gotten a couple of bruised ribs, as well. For the next couple of days, he is by your bedside, perfectly on time when the medics open up visiting hours. He’ll even do his work by your side, filling countless journals and going through way too many reports as he does.

⎯ Tomas Vrbada

Stealth missions require the utmost focus, especially ones of this caliber. Tomas is confident in your ability, so he doesn’t worry unnecessarily over you. But his mind can tend to wander sometimes. Still, he does his best to remain on track, stalking through the rampart. It was a simple recon mission, keep an eye on the territory. It had been left abandoned after the events of Armageddon, but there had been indications that Bi-Han was looking to start something there again. Considering the cyberization of the Lin Kuei, Kuai Liang and Tomas agreed to simply check it out, make sure nothing was being done.

And they were right to be suspicious. Either out of paranoia, or a hunch, Bi-Han had sent scouts as well. This makes the operation a lot more high-risk, both parties may be aware of each other, but have no idea where the other is. It looks as if there’s a rather hefty amount of spies in the rampart as well. As Tomas stalks through the tops of the wall, searching for anything slightly out of place, he gets the sudden feeling that he’s being watched.

Just as he raises his head, he hears the thwip of a bow string, causing him to jerk away from his position. An arrow flies past his head, a few centimeters from it, and as he follows it’s trajectory, he sees you, across the rampart. Fighting with two ninjas, doing your best to, well, stay alive. Realizing that you two are horribly outnumbered, he completely ignores the archer behind him. Utilizing his practical magic, he wastes no time disappearing and taking off. It’s not as easy as it sounds, practically throwing himself off the wall and doing what he can to make it across the rampart. As adrenaline rushes through him, his actions are near mindless, reckless, jumping over stray ballistas and rubble. Does he know that this could put his life at risk? That it puts the mission at risk? Yes. But there’s a tiny voice inside of him that screams at him, tells him you are much more important than the mission. He got the intel anyways.

Things blur together for Tomas after that. He can’t remember exactly how he reached you, he can’t remember what he did with the two ninjas, the only thing that brings him back to the present moment is the pained breaths of yours and heaved gasps. He’d been singing some lullaby that he couldn’t remember the name of, his voice cracking here and there. His throat is raw, blood pouring from a head wound, and he can’t tell if the blood coating his arms is from you, who lay motionless (but thankfully breathing) in his arms, the ninjas, or his own. He’s barely noticed that he’s made his way to Harumi’s house. Not to Kuai Liang– to Harumi. Which, eventually, the knowledge that you’ve been hurt and that the Lin Kuei are pushing to claim territory over the Rampart. When Harumi guides the two of you to a room while she calls for the medics, all Tomas can do is blame himself. He’s spaced out the entire time, the only thing that snaps him out of his catatonic state is when they try to separate the two of you. He doesn’t let them. He doesn’t let anyone separate you from him. He’s too scared that he will lose you.

⎯ Baraka

While the restrictions on those inflicted with Tarkat have been lifted slightly, there is still some public animosity towards Tarkattens. And some of those people tend to direct their anger at those who support this decision, or those close to those afflicted with Tarkat. And unfortunately, you just so happen to be one of those people.

You aren’t entirely vocal about your relationship with Baraka, but you aren’t entirely quiet about it, either. The only reason Baraka doesn’t talk about you two is because he is afraid of what could happen to you. It doesn’t matter if the public’s opinion will turn, if there will ever be a cure, he has always been distant. He loves you, and good god, he’d do anything to even hold your hand. But he is afraid. He can’t help but be afraid of what will happen to you.

And rightfully so, when you are visiting Sun Do with Baraka. It’s a routine visit, to talk about how to integrate precautions for those with Tarkat, and how the vaccine progress is coming along. It feels like hours in a stuffy room, talking with Mileena. Eventually, you step out for a moment, to get some fresh air, and to clear your head. Unfortunately, one of the people against the aid for Tarkattens takes this as an opportunity to attack you in broad daylight.

Luckily, you don’t have to suffer much. A couple of kicks and hits that have left a couple of bruises, but the Constabulary was able to pull them off you quickly. The commotion brings Mileena and Baraka out, which leaves you feeling a little flustered. Needless to say, the talks for that day are cut short, and Baraka spends his time worrying about you. He asks you to stay in Sun Do for a while, that he can handle the talks himself now.

⎯ Syzoth

Syzoth’s biggest fear is Shang Tsung. Even after all is said and done, the fear still lingers. With his past, he can’t help but worry, especially about you. He wants to imagine a future with you, and he’s more than content with the days you two spend together, but he will never be able to shake the idea of his happiness being ripped from him again. While he is still all cuddly with you, there is something always gnawing at him. An eternal dread.

And his fears come true, in some way. He had to leave home for a couple of days, out on official business. It was nothing major, nothing that would pull him from you for longer than a week. Integrating yourself along with Zatterans was a challenge alright, something you didn’t mind facing. Syzoth had said it was a good way to get them used to humans, to earthrealmers.

However, when he comes back home, he is greeted by you, with a black eye, and multiple, bandaged, gashes down your arms. You smile at him warmly, despite your injuries, which have had at least two days to heal. He’s stunned, and after a moment of silence, he’s all over you, asking question after question. Despite what he asks, he knows what the Zatterans have done to you.

He tells himself he should’ve known, as they had killed those with his mutation, he should’ve known that they would’ve treated you the same. You can’t give him exact details, you can’t even give him a description. It happened all too fast, and you were helpless in the moment. He spends the next week by your side, never leaving, unless it was for food, or necessities. When you two are out, he’s very diligent about his surroundings, and those around them. Most of the Zaterrans express their apologies to you, even if it wasn’t them, which makes Syzoth even more wary about who he should be keeping an eye on.

⎯ Havik

Danger comes with the territory of dating Havik. Yeah, he keeps you close, but he’s wanted. And he’s well aware, he tends to get himself in fights quite often. If you wanna participate? Hells yeah, he’s all in. But if you’d rather sit back, hide away, anything like that, he doesn’t mind. Even if he prefers a more active partner on the battlefield. Just because he’s got his anarchic ways and enjoys a little bloodbath every now and then, doesn’t mean he’s thrown care and (at least) sympathy into the wind. Granted, it’s hard to coax that reaction out of him.

But, it’s different with you. His heart; quite literally. He’d do anything for you, he’s (almost) as obedient as a dog. But when he gets to watch you in kombat… it’s a treat. He’s like actually drooling. He’s got a twisted sort of smile on his face when you slash through enemies. Sometimes just the thought of it makes him blush. He’s a little fucked up, actually! But for a being who thrives on chaos, that’s the norm.

When it comes to you being injured, if it’s just a little nick, (which is categorized very loosely; can be deep cuts, slashes, not just a scrape) he doesn’t find any reason to retaliate against your assailant. Havik is proud to have a lover that can take care of things themselves, but that doesn’t mean he won’t leap at the chance to tear someone limb from limb. Especially if you’re wounded near fatally. That’s when any semblance of humanity leaves him. He’s brutal, horribly so, and for once, you have to turn your head away.

When the fight’s done, Havik returns to you, covered in blood and viscera. He made it quick, as much as he would’ve enjoyed making it slow and painful, he knows that time is of the essence. Given his situation, he can’t really take you anywhere. So a little impromptu ‘healing’ session is underway. Some alcohol (that’s 100% not stolen) and some pressure to make sure the bleeding stops and that you don’t get an infection. After, he’s got to stitch up the wound. As he does so, he’s murmuring praises,– a rare thing from him, really– doing his best to make this as painless as possible.

⎯ General Shao

There is no greater place than the battlefield to Shao. It is something he grew up on, and to be fighting side by side with his beloved, it fills him with pride. Of course, he knows the dangers, he knows there’s a target on his back, but he could care less. He almost revels in it. Yes, he’ll worry about you, but he also knows that you can handle yourself.

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t above teaching those who choose to hurt you a lesson. He’s sensible, he’s strong, and he’s just a little, teensy weensy bit protective of you. Of course, you can handle fights on your own. But it’s when the enemies got you in a tough spot, managed to daze you, anything like that. That’s when Shao lets hell break loose.

A sword pierces through your arm, and while it’s not fatal, the minute Shao sees it, he’s raging. A bloody warpath follows him as he marches towards the assailant, the opponent he had been fighting long forgotten. He can’t gloss over an injury like that, he is unsure if they had cut through the brachial artery. So he makes it quick, practically splitting them in two as you watch. The battle continues to rage on, but all Shao can do is huff and encourage you to make an escape,– mainly because he’s afraid you might bleed to death– even if you don’t want to.

At the end of it all, you oblige, retreating and making it to the field medics. You are glad to hear that they did not cut through your brachial artery, and that you won’t bleed to death. But the gash in your arm still needs treatment. You’re stuck in that tent for quite a bit, mourning the loss of a good fight. That is, until Shao interrupts. He’s barely pulled back the tarp of the entrance, and he’s already looking for you. And when he spots you, lying down with a defeated look, bored as hell, he’s at your side within an instant. He needs to know the damage, if it’ll take you out of combat, etc etc. He quietly worries over you, which is quite charming in its own way.

⎯ Shang Tsung

Shang Tsung is no pushover. He may be despised, he may have been outcast, but that doesn’t mean he’ll stand there and take it. Especially when it comes to you. He’s a bit of a drama queen, sure, but he’s charming. Even after everything, it seems like people won’t forgive him. They aren’t wrong to leave him unforgiven, either.

But, their anger should be pointed towards him. So when he receives a letter for ransom via courier, he’s rightfully pissed. How dare they take his sunshine away from him, all because of what he’s done. What he’s done. And to try and rip him off, as well. You aren’t worth a mere 50,000 koins! You’re worth at least 5mil! Needless to say, he’s fuming.

What’s he going to do? Ask the Constabulary to help? No! He’s more than capable of handling it himself. A little dirt on his hands never hurt anybody. Time is short, so he rushes over the details. A couple sleepless nights spent scouting, collecting any sort of information, and he’s off to a shabby little shack in the wastes. The audacity of these people to not only take you from him, demand 50k koins, but also keep you in some run-down place! As much as he’s nitpicking what they’ve done to you, he’s doing it to calm himself down. Yeah, he’s got this in the bag, but any one taking his love from him, especially with malicious intent, makes him scarier than his most evil counterparts.

It is there where Shang Tsung finds out the kidnappers haven’t necessarily… prepared. Only two captors, and they’re dealt with easily. Torn into like meat, left to rot. He disregards their state, food for the vultures and whichever desperate soul wanders past. You’re a mess, head down, mind hazy, legs weak. He treats you like a knight saving his darling, picking you up bridal style. He coos at you, whispering things like ‘you’re alright’, and ‘I’m here now’ as he takes you away.

⎯ Reiko

It’s a calm evening, paired with a little sparring. As Reiko watches you train an over-ambitious rookie, he seems lost in thought. Why? It’s unsure. It feels like he’s simply lost his grip lately, he feels that he hasn’t been doing well in combat, and has actually regressed with his progress. Seeing you humble the soldier over and over again somehow reminds him of this, telling himself he needs to catch up on his training, build on his weaknesses.

It’s a subtle snap that brings him back to reality. It seems the trainee had enough of your teaching, and didn’t quite enjoy the lessons you were drilling– punching– into them. They’ve managed to pin you down, thanks to a very direct, very heated punch to the face. They’ve got you in a headlock, spouting nonsense at you like you’ve greatly offended them. You groan, so close to yelling out uncle. But, you’ve gotta admit, you like their fire. Even if it severely clouds their judgment.

Reiko is quick to pull them off of you, grabbing them by the nape as if they were a dog. It’s a little bit of a struggle, mainly the trainee squirming and protesting like a child who’s been denied candy. It’s shameful for him, but the very thought of the runt taking advantage of the moment to hurt you makes him believe they are unbefitting of a soldier. And it makes him a little pissed. He’s lecturing them, doing his best to hold back some very choice words. All the while you’re nursing your possibly broken nose, trying to get Reiko to let up on them. Eventually, you just shoo them away, and then give Reiko his own lecture. They’re your student, so they’ll get your discipline.

He’s not the best at consoling you, especially over something that he’s deemed ‘minor’. A quick ‘are you okay?’ and a nod is all he really gives you. But, after you’ve ended the training session early, and confirmed that your nose isn’t broken, Reiko picks up the opportunity to hone in his skills. Given the fact that you still had time left in your schedule, you take up his offer.

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Wanna Play?-✎✯🗡 (On Hold)

╰►You love games. Any game. You're the most competitive. But what happens when you find a business card with a weird name and you decide to call them? You're invited to play at the Bangtan Mansion, but it's just not you, tons of other people are here as well. A prize money is set for all of you to chase, though, what are the odds of survival and selfishness? Will you risk your life to play this game? Or would you uncover the secrets and horrors of the mansion and find out that you were the grand prize all along? So... Wanna Play?

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The Monster Under the Bed ✔ 🗡 ✯

╰► When a human falls asleep they face two realms: the dream and nightmare world— where one is controlled by the angels to kiss you goodnight, and the other controlled by unknown creatures that push behind your darkest fears. So when your constant fear of monsters hiding under your bed continues to grow in your life, one peculiar nightmarish friend becomes infatuated to keep it that way.

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Kim Seokjin

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Autumn Apple- ✔🗡

╰►Every year you harvest many fruits out in the woods alone, but you bump into a fellow young man whom you have never seen before. Enthralled by his beauty and kindness, he offers you a whole basket of Autumn apples, the rarest fruit to find where you live. Now, do you accept the offer or not?

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We All Float ✔ 🗡⛓ ✯

╰► ‘Come one, come all, for today is the night!’ It’s Halloween, and people in town have start to gone missing. You ought to be cautious but what’s better than mucking around at a haunted house carnival with your friends? Only you should be careful around the one gorgeous looking actor who’s ready to have his horrific fun with you tonight.

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Masked- 🗡✯ (Rewriting)

╰►You were invited to a Halloween party hosted by your best friend. Jimin can't know and will not know- You attend, only to find yourself with a stranger with a strange mask and a bloody knife.

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The Book of You & I- ✎🗡✯⛓

╰►You thought moving into your new apartment meant a great new start, but your pesky thoughts insist you go investigate what noises are occurring the floor above you, especially since no one lived in apartment 101.

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The Monster in the Dark - ✔ 🗡 ✯⛓

╰► Sleep paralysis is a common concern for everyone, but once your episodes start to become more frequent, you meet a horrid monster. A horrid monster who has only come for you to join him in his world. You can't run, you can't hide, but you can only watch whatever the hell is going to happen to you right now.

Lost - ✔🗡✯

╰►When you try to escape from your captor's home one more time, there's always this feeling of lostness, and you don't know why but always feel lost. Lost in thoughts, lost in false hope, and lost in the woods with him.

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✄・・・ Crisp Leaves [Aoba Johsai Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Aoba Johsai x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: supernatural occurrences

➜ Notes: Manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall, around 170.5 cm. This time it will be about training camp.

↷ SUMMARY ↶

The team has the slightest believe in the supernatural–Oikawa maybe is the closest one in that department, however he’s more of an extra-terrestrial nerd who has fascination towards space and aliens. After this, maybe they will fully believe it (and finally listen to what their manager said).

It was training camp season for Aoba Johsai–meaning for three days they would be having an intense training session in the school and it will require sleep over, but they’re used to it. However, this time there’s something that they weren’t used to.

“This time, we won’t be having the training camp in the school grounds,” Coach Irihata announced, he was composed but still had a little bit of disappointment present in his tone.

“I tried to book the third gym for it, but,” [Name] laughed nervously. “The basketball club beat us to it.”

And thus why they’re currently sitting on a bus–on their way to a certain new place that’s had a enough facility even though it’s quite far away. Passing plains and hectares of rice field, always stay close with lining trees and dense forest until finally they arrived at the location. Probably around five hours of sitting the bus finally stopped.

The place wasn’t bad per se, however it screamed old and ancient loud and clear–instead of concrete building for the inn, they were greeted with traditional Japanese one with floor woods, tatami mats, lining shoji doors, and even long stretching hallways.

Surrounded in towering trees and thick canopy, a small track on the other side in between bushes–but with all the ecosystem engulfing them, thick silence layering rather than mashes of voice from both insects and birds.

Thankfully, the gym not far from it was fairly new with brick walls covered in white paint.

“So, before all of you go inside to unpack,” their manager made them gather in front of the bus while the coaches handled the registration and greeted the owners. “There are things you must do and know.”

[Always say your greetings when entering each of the room]

[Don’t go wandering around after lights out]

[Remember to pay your respects at any costs]

[Don’t say anything particularly insulting or impolite]

[Follow all the rules the place has]

“And if I found any of you guys break these rules,” the team flinched and straightened their back–whole body tensed from the dangerous aura looming over them courtesy of their manager. This wasn’t a reminder, this was a threat and if they’re not taking this seriously, there will be severe consequences. “Prepare for the worse.”

“Y-Yes, ma’am!”

✎ . . . .

“Where are you going, [Name]?” Hanamaki asked, noticing the girl only dropped her luggage on the family room and went to approach the entrance–feet already clad in her white sneakers. All of them were ready to split into their designated rooms except for her alone.

“There’s a shrine nearby so I want to pray first,” she replied, hand moving to slid the shoji door open.

“You sound like an old lady,” Oikawa snickered, hiding a big grin behind his palm.

“It’s called being respectful, you Doofus King,” [Name] deadpanned, not waiting for any of his replies and shut the door once she stepped outside.

The said brunette gasped from the insult he just earned. “[Nickname]-chan is mean!”

✎ . . . .

“Remember to watch what you do, watch what you say, and be polite all the time!” that’s the thing that their manager drilled into their head every chance she got. Honestly, at this moment they didn’t know if it’s out of obligation or it’s just a tradition she held highly–somehow it didn’t matter, they still tried their best to follow it nonetheless.

“Senpai, do you think is place could be haunted?” Yahaba asked and the answer he earned was a smack on the back of his head (although not harsh). When he looked up in surprise, he was met with his manager’s pointed look.

“What did I say about watching what you say?” she reminded.

The team gathered in the dining hall–sitting down on the floor with long table facing them, on it were different kinds of menu provided by the inn. All of it was enough to feed the entire team, even letting them have seconds if it’s still not enough to fill their stomach.

“Now, now, [Name]. The question’s harmless,” Matsukawa remarked after swallowing his food, trying to calm their manager down.

“Yeah, I’ve been wandering about the same thing!” Oikawa agreed with Yahaba’s thoughts. “This place looks really old. Maybe there are ghosts in here!”

“Oooh, this can be quite thrilling,” Hanamaki snickered. “I’ve always wanted a peculiar training camp stories like what our seniors had.”

“It’s stupid,” Kyotani muttered. “Ghosts are stupid.”

“Kyotani.” however, his words didn’t get pass their manager’s ears so easily–resulting him getting reprimanded soon after. The boy’s shoulders tensed before he gave [Name] a glance and mumbled out an apology underneath his breath.

“We can have the ghostly experience here!” Oikawa suggested. “Can we do a test-of-courage, [Nickname]-chan?”

“It’s not allowed,” she stated. “I already informed coach about this, but since this is a new place, we can’t do as we like. In short, you can’t.”

“Where’s the fun!?” slumping on to the table dejectedly, the brunette pouted. “I wanna have a cool and scary experience once in a while!”

“Oikawa-san, you’re jinxing yourself.” Kunimi commented, chewing on a piece of karaage.

“Let him be,” Iwaizumi said, stacking him empty glass on top of the dirty plates. “If he did, we have less problems.”

“Do you have some kind of grudge towards me, Iwa-chan!?”

“Otohaku, I’ll help with the dishes.”

“Thank you, Hajime.”

“Don’t ignore me!”

“But I’m serious about watching what you say,” [Name] stated, and they didn’t need to have second thoughts because from the way she’s staring at each of them and the seriousness present in her tone to know she’s not playing around. “Everything has ears, you know?”

Her words were enough to make silence enveloped the dining hall in a heavy way.

✎ . . . .

Oikawa decided to took extra practice of his serves after dinner–he found himself constantly fidgeting from the cause of getting restless, so he thought it would be a great thing to do jump serves to have a little bit of ease.

Not for long, he already had balls littered on the wooden floor of the gym. But it proven to help a lot because the excess energy he had was expelled and now exhaustion began creeping up on him. Since the rest of the team was already residing in their own room, Oikawa was alone–the balls, trolley, and lamp hanging above him are the ones to keep him company.

Looking at the clock, he noticed how time passed and it’s already near 11pm–it was about time he wrapped everything up.

“But first, a drink,” he muttered to no one in particular after tidying up the balls, though there’s still two or three more left. The thirst couldn’t be ignored any longer, so he stepped out of the gym to approach the drinking fountain. It wasn’t necessary to bring a water bottle since he didn’t stay for long and the fountain was really close.

Once he had his thirst quenched with a good drink, he returned to the gym–only to find their manager already finishing his spare of gathering the ball and on her way to push the trolley back into the storage. Her humming echoed through the silence.

“Waah! [Nickname]-chan, thank you!” he cheered, feeling blessed because he didn’t have to tidy up anymore. “You’re the best!”

Instead of replying, she only shooed him away with a wave of her hand–not even turning back to face him. Soon, she’s busying herself in arranging the balls so it would fit the trolley.

“Then, I’ll go back first!” Oikawa understood her gesture and saluted, leaving the gym without a second thought. “Thank you, [Nickname-chan]!!”

His thanks were only answered with chuckles.

Kunimi couldn’t sleep, so he decided to became a rebel and played some games in his phone. And somehow, he managed to persuade Kindaichi to do the same knowing he suffered the same problem. Underneath the futon covers, the two’s phone shone from the dimly lit room.

The room arrangements were simple; they’re being lumped up according to their year, so both Kunimi and Kindaichi were sharing the same room–also, they basically free to do whatever they like in it since there’s no upperclassmen around.

“I’m going to the toilet,” Kunimi huffed, pushing his covers away.

“Now that you mentioned it, I kinda feel like I have to go,” Kindaichi mimicked his movement.

“Are you sure not because you’re scared?” Kunimi teased.

“I’m not you dumbass!!” and Kindaichi was quick to retorted.

Trying to keep it quiet as possible, Kunimi slid the door slowly and Kindaichi followed him out–not forgetting to slid it back close.

“Oh, Otohaku-senpai,” Kunimi greeted in whisper which earned Kindaichi’s attention. Surely, when he looked over there was indeed their manager walking from the right side of the hallway towards them–clad in simple white shirt and black jogger pants.

She just smiled and waved at them soundlessly before walking past–the two let her did so until she disappeared after turning to the left of the corner.

“What’s Otohaku-senpai doing at this hour?” Kindaichi wondered.

“Probably, checking if someone’s still awake or not.” Kunimi muttered.

“Does that mean we’re in trouble…?”

Evening were the times they needed to cool down from their vigorous practice–it’s in day two and everything seemed to be going well, in both practice and drills. Cooling down as a term in sports doesn’t mean you’re excused to lay down or slumped onto the ground right after practice ends.

Cooling down means you’re doing light stretches to ease your muscles or even doing a brief jog to get your body slowly coming down from its high.

That’s what currently Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa were doing. The three third years were taking a jog around the area in order to cool down–Oikawa refused to join and chose to do stretches in the gym.

Their journey wasn’t far away–lightly jogged on the clear pathway in between bushes, making circles around the inn’s territory. Trees that surrounded them was a great cooler–protecting them from blinding orange rays that shone through.

“Hey, isn’t that [Name]?” suddenly Hanamaki questioned–which made all of them halted their movements. Hanamaki’s eyes were focused on a certain direction–the stone stairs right ahead of them that will lead you to an old shrine.

“Oh, yeah, that’s her.” Matsukawa hummed in agreement–recognizing their manager’s figure everywhere.

“Oi, [Name], what are you doing at this hour?” Hanamaki called out, making the said girl stopped on her tracks from climbing the stairs to look over her shoulders. “It’s getting dark, you should be back to the inn!”

“She probably wants to pay respect to the deities,” Iwaizumi remarked, wiping some sweat from his temple. [Name] didn’t reply, instead she smiled thinly and pointed out to the shrine gate just ahead–signaling that she’s indeed intended to go there. “See.”

“Just don’t stay out for too long,” Matsukawa reminded, and receiving a nod in reply.

Soon, the girl went on her way–accompanied by her humming a certain tone and the three could hear it clearly. Knowing that she wouldn’t broke her promise, the three continued to jog in order to return to the inn.

“Thank you for your hard work!” once they arrived at the gym, series of greetings showered over them. Iwaizumi reached out for his towel lying on the bench with Hanamaki and Matsukawa did the same.

“How’s the jog?”

There was [Name] offered him his drinking bottle–Iwaizumi blinked in confusion for a few seconds before accepting the bottle. Glancing towards Hanamaki and Matsukawa, they wore the same expression as him when the drinking bottle being pushed to their hands.

“How did you get back so fast?” the ace questioned, wiping some excess water from the corner of his lips. Rather than answering, he replied back with another question. [Name] blinked in confusion, tilting her head–Iwaizumi decided to continue on with his words to make it clearer. “You’re praying at the shrine just before, right? Matsukawa reminded you not stay out too long.”

“…Ahh, there’s a detour around that area, so I can return early.” After a few seconds of silence, [Name] finally explained. “Does that mean I beat you at jogging, Hajime?”

This made Iwaizumi snorted. “In your dreams.”

Yahaba was craving for cold tea in the middle of the night–maybe early morning, an extremely early morning. The clock just struck two and his craving just need to show up at this ungodly hour. Nearest vending machine also couldn’t be considered as near either–it went down the hall, in the family room, near the entrance.

“Are you sure you want to pick up a drink at this hour?” Watari, who accompanied him, asked. “Aren’t we going to get into trouble?”

“Well, my mind’s gonna go crazy if I keep ignoring it,” Yahaba grumbled as they tiptoed through the hallways. “I just dreamt about it two times, it’s getting annoying.”

Poorly lit hallways was expected when it’s in the middle of the night–most of the lights were turned off, only a few stays on. It included the family room–just a main lamp turned on and the rest was faded into the shadows.

“Wait, Otohaku-senpai?” Watari questioned. Yahaba couldn’t help but tensed from his words. Surely, there’s his upperclassmen sitting on the sofa with a book in hand–her back facing them.

“W-we can explain, senpai!” Yahaba yelped, shutting his eyes and prepared himself for some hard scolding from their manager. However, all he met was silence. Slowly opening his eyes, he was greeted with a thin smile appeared on her face along with a finger upon her lips–signaling for him to keep his voice down.

He nodded vigorously and this time, he skipped towards the vending machine with Watari on tow. Immediately inserting the coin and pushed onto one of the buttons, Yahaba and Watari flinched from how loud the clanging sound of the can dropping to the bottom. Once the can was in Yahaba’s hand, the two bowed ninety-degrees.

“We’re sorry, we’re going back now!” Watari whispered-yelled. [Name] just waved dismissively and the two second years didn’t waste their time to return to their room in long strides. As they kept moving farther away from the family room, Watari couldn’t hear her humming tone filling the silence–and a thought went past his mind.

‘Why is senpai reading a book in the middle of the night in the family room?’

“Do you guys have everything?” Coach Mizoguchi asked, also it serves as a reminder about the possibility of them forgetting about their things. “Make sure you don’t leave anything behind!”

Early morning in third day means the end of their training camp–they needed to be back because school day is the next day, and they couldn’t slack of in academics. Coach Irihata mentioned he would be the one handling all the partings with the inn owners while Coach Mizoguchi watched over the boys.

“I’m going to the restroom,” Kyotani informed gruffly to Iwaizumi.

Nodding in understanding, the older boy replied. “Make it quick, okay?”

Leaving his bag behind, the second year walked straight towards the nearest restroom located at the end of the hallway after a corner. Passing the corner, he noticed their manager walked quite ahead of him–probably having the same thought before they departed.

[Name] disappeared behind the door of lady’s restroom while he stepped into the gents. Even though his manager went in first, Kyotani was the who finished early. Leaning against the wall beside gents’ restroom door, he decided to wait for her.

Five minutes passed.

Moving on into ten minutes.

Then fifteen minutes.

The second year feeling frustration began bubbling in his veins. What took her so long-

His phone rang–the loud shrilling noise breaking the silence. Whipping up the device, he didn’t bother to check on who’s the caller–he pressed accept and placed it beside his ear.

“What-“

“Kyotani-kun, are you done yet?”

His previous anger evaporated just like that–being replaced by his heart loudly thumping against his chest, he could even hear it beating against his eardrums. The extremely familiar feminine voice on the other side of the line only made his veins turned to ice at that moment.

“You-but, you’re just-“

“Just return and I’ll tell you the rest, okay?”

He wasted no time to ran towards the entrance–telling himself not to look back because he definitely felt a lingering stare nagged the back of his head.

✎ . . . .

It was rowdy in the bus–as if the two days of vigorous and fierce training didn’t affect their stamina at all. Sitting in pairs, most of the team wanted to have a place in the back while the rest had to give up wanting their ideal seats.

“Hey, hey, you know,” Oikawa said. “[Nickname]-chan was so nice to me! She helped me tidying up the balls on the first day-“

“It’s not me.” The sentence was cut off abruptly by the said girl being mentioned–instantly earning the attention of different pairs of eyes. Sitting on her own a few rows in front, [Name] rested her chin on her folded arms which were placed on top of the seat–looking at them straight in the eye. “Coach Irihata, I was with you discussing the notes after previous practice match, right?”

“Yeah,” the coach hummed in agreement. “Mizoguchi-kun’s there too.”

The previous light and cheerful atmosphere suddenly became enormously heavy.

“T-then…” Oikawa stuttered, face went pale from the imply.

“S-senpai!” Kindaichi yelped. “Y-you’re doing rounds to make sure all of us were asleep, right!? Y-You’re walking from the right side and went past-“

“Kindaichi-kun,” [Name] said gently. “I’m not doing rounds. And your room is in the second floor, in the end of the hallway on the right side. If I approach you, it should be from your left side because the right side is a dead end.”

“K-Kunimi, you saw it too, right!?” Kindaichi tried to rip another testimony–something that will make sure he’s not going insane. And he didn’t need anymore verbal answers because Kunimi’s pale face and widened eyes filled with horror was already an evidence.

“No way…” the first year muttered in disbelief.

“How about the shrine?” Iwaizumi asked, even though he was composed it could be seen that he’s restless from the constant thump of his shoes.

“I’m the gym the whole time,” [Name] shrugged lightly. “After you went to jog, I went back to the gym after filling the water bottles. Everyone could testify for this.”

Everyone except for the three third years nodded their head stiffly.

“Whoa,” Hanamaki muttered.

“Now, that’s creepy.” Matsukawa continued.”

“So that’s why you’re kinda confuse on why we asked about the shrine.” Iwaizumi mumbled.

“How can you be so calm!?” Oikawa shrieked.

“W-Watari and me saw you in the family room reading while I fetch on a drink!” Yahaba admitted and Watari nodded vigorously.

“That’s also not me,” [Name] replied, smiling nervously. Yahaba tried hard to prevent himself from screaming into the void. “Oh, and Kyotani-kun apparently saw me walking into the restroom before we go. He waited around because he thought I’m still in there, until I called his cell of course. He realized it wasn’t me.”

Now, the atmosphere was thick enough it could be cut with a knife.

“So, how did it feel talking to someone who’s not me?”

The team already lost their words and sanity to answer.

✎ . . . .

P.S: this is based on my culture’s ethic while we’re visiting new places. There a saying in Indonesia called ‘dimana bumi dipijak, disana langit dijunjung’ meaning wherever you are, then you have to follow the rules of that place without an exception. And we also have unwritten rules like ‘don’t say bad things’, ‘don’t be impolite’, ‘if you’re passing by an area or entering a room, don’t forget to say your greetings’, ‘don’t litter’, etc.

Usually, people who broke these rules will get severe consequence like getting lost (if you’re in the woods or mountains), having scary supernatural experiences, and such. Because we had a tight relationship and beliefs with the unseen even more than decades ago. It’s in our culture.

But mainly, wherever you are, please be a respectful person.

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ramens-bad-editing · 2 years

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꒰♡꒱ ‧ ✎ ˚ Welcome~<3 ˚ ₊ ⿻

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┇⿻ Name? ⸝⸝ : Ramen! / Rin! ┇✦ Age? ⸝⸝ : Minor! (No Nsfw Please <3) ┇꒰💎꒱Sexuality? ⸝⸝ : Lesbian <3 ┇୨୧ Gender? ⸝⸝ : Non-Binary! ┇๑ Pronouns? ⸝⸝ : Any! But She/her And he/him ┇・preffered! ┇♡ Nationality? ⸝⸝ : Czech! ┇・Preffered Language? ⸝⸝ : English <3 ┇★ Likes? ⸝⸝ : Anime! Books , Math , Discord <3 ┇☆ Dislikes? ⸝⸝ : School. ⌜Hiya !⌟ My Name Is Ramen And Im New Here! I wanted to join so that i could share some of my banners (example above), art,edits, and more with other people than just on discord! in the future i might take request. Please Dont use the banner above as it is not f2u also do not claim as yours. im still trying to improve my skills so if you have any tips i'd love to hear them! i might also Post some introduction templates or stuff like that idk? im a multishiper and the ship thats stuck in my head rn for months is dazatsu! the ship between dazai osamu and atsushi nakajima from bungo stray dogs,I respect other ships and i wont insult anyone as long as they dont insult me either! my favourite animes are currently bungo stray dogs and bungo to alchemist. i really like reading books currently im reading a book of edgar allan poe stories. im intrested in misterious deaths and hauntings (for example The lizzie borden house). my english isnt that good so please feel free to correct me! thats Really all for now if you have any questions Feel free to ask me! i wont judge you! (art credit in banner to rightful owner on twitter)

#intro post #introducing myself

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finngn · 3 years

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✎ . . . ❝ It’s hard for me to go home. ❞ / ❝ Maybe, we can find a place to feel good. ❞ . @odeitte , accepting

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐘, which is why he never asked odette to share more about home than she was willing to. from the way her octaves faltered off, he knew there was something about home, something deeper than just shadyside, that made odette uneasy. of course, he always thought the worst, but he chalked that up to an overactive imagination fueled by an endless supply of books. the heat of a campfire built for two warms his cheeks, the light of the flames casting the shadows of odette’s lashes across her cheeks. in this light, her hair burns, bright, warm and inviting. rogue strands falling into her face. would it be okay if he moved one?

it was their last night at camp and he wanted to etch this moment into his brain so even when he was old & frail and his memory was failing him, he’d never forget this. “ you can come home with me, ” he offers quietly, the corner of his mouth turning upwards. “ you can come anywhere you want with me. the beach. the park. hell, a dirty, old haunted building. we can travel the world until we find a place that makes us feel good. how does that sound? ”

#✎ . . . ❛ there is good in the world worth fighting for ❜ . fs78 #odeitte #2 for 1 bc im on some big brain galactic shit

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crow-stars · 7 months

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❝LITTLE BITS OF GOLD❞

❦summary; how can something so small and practically worthless make him want to protect it with all his heart. how unfair... ♪the characters in this story; gn!reader, azul ashengrotto, jade leech, floyd leech ✎word count; 2,151 ❀what do the ghosts say?; ambiguous, azul and reader are childhood friends, reader is a jellyfish, going to a carnival/fair with the tweels, azul calls reader dumb but not in a bad way ☛the author's notes; went to an event today, so posting this at who knows what am. also i suck ass at darts ☪look at the catalogue?

Azul doesn’t understand you. In all honesty, ever since the two of you were kids, he didn’t understand you that much.

You were a pretty merfolk, skin that glowed a soft gold and purple in the dark of the sea, that see through domed hood framing your head in a beautiful manner that Azul still finds pretty even as he’s grown up. Jade and Floyd always liked dragging you around during the night as their own personal flashlight. And, of course, Azul was taken along for the ride, sticking close to you during those stupid night trips. You were always around the three, idly drifting along and going along with whatever adventure or antic the tweels decided to do for the day.

You always liked Azul though, for whatever reason. In his eyes, you were like a barnacle stuck to his side, following after him for whatever he was doing or silently watching from the side. In all honesty, Azul was sure you were more of an airhead than anything else, not that was a bad thing, always talking about the future and things that Azul knows are a far distance in the future. Despite that, he still listened, sometimes even daring to daydream alongside you on the rare days where he let himself relax.

A few years before Azul had been accepted into Night Raven College, you had to move away, or do a “migration”, as your parents had told you. You slowly slipped from Azul’s thoughts as studying magic and his enrollment in Night Raven College took priority. He had almost completely forgotten about you (though not really), until the beginning of his sophomore year, having attained the role of housewarden and having built his reputation, Azul was ready to escort the new batch of freshmen into when someone called out to him with a familiar nickname.

“Azu! Azu!” Before Azul could even register it, two arms wrapped around his abdomen and a cheery smile greeted him. There was only one person who would ever call him that and it was you.

Azul’s cool facade was broken as embarrassment struck across his features, cheeks burning a pink hue as he looked at you. You were smiling so brightly at him, giggling in glee and bouncing on your heels. Your eyes had an undertone of gold to them, little gold and purple specks akin to freckles across your cheeks that remind Azul of your underwater form. Azul didn’t know whether to scold you or push you away, but it wasn’t the time for pleasantries.

That was how his reunion went with you and it brings him back to the present, with you and Floyd stacking plates in a precarious manner. Another game that Floyd’s most likely pulled you into. Ever since you arrived at NRC, Floyd was doing the same thing he did when they were kids, dragging you along after him on whatever whim he pleased and you would always happily follow along, drifting and following whatever came to you.

“Could you two stop that?” Azul grumbled as he raised his head from his work, eyes narrowing at you and Floyd.

“Ah, sorry Azu.” Your eyes looked over to Azul, hands folding in your lap and tilting your head, giving Azul that blank look that he identified you with. Floyd, meanwhile, pouted his lips in protest and groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Hmmm... Azul’s no fun. Hey, Jelly, here.” Floyd places the plate that was in his hands on your head, balancing it on top of you while you sit still. Your eyes glanced up at the plate before a soft laugh slipped past your lips, the little gold freckles on your cheeks pulsing a gentle glow that it seemed to do whenever you laughed or giggled. Floyd clapped and Jade, who just passed by, stopped to watch his brother as Floyd began to grab the plates from the stack to transfer onto your head.

Azul heaves a heavy sigh and shakes his head. He lets his pen drop from his hands, knowing he’s not getting much work done when Floyd was doing things such as this. Especially when it was a somewhat interesting spectacle. Azul rubs his temple, watching as Floyd stacks plate after plate atop your head while you happily sit there.

“Oh! Azu, Azu!”

“Hm? What is it?”

Azul's eyes look over at you with a light smile, Floyd still stacking plates on your head. You were smiling that smile that only you could smile, swaying a bit from side to side and making the plates teeter precariously. It made Azul anxious to watch and he lightly stopped your swaying with a gentle hand.

You didn't pay much mind to Azul's hand and only continued on with what you were saying. “I read about this thing that land people do sometimes called a carnival.” Floyd stopped stacking plates on your head and looked down at you, a curious look in his eyes. Jade had stopped behind the booth where the other three were, eyebrow quirked in curiosity along with his twin.

“Do you think we can go to one please? My classmates say that there’s one this weekend!”

Before Azul could get his opinion in, Floyd was already agreeing with you, babbling and clamoring next to you, throwing his arms around you while cheering that it was an awesome idea.

That was how Azul’s weekend got taken up with going to the carnival. And also how he had to replace at least 10 plates after they came crashing down when Floyd hugged you.

Azul could see that you and Floyd were looking around with childish glee, the only thing keeping you two around being Azul’s plea to stay within eye line of him and Jade. The sun was only just barely beginning to set, streaking golden lines over the sky and mixing blue with oranges and yellows.

The carnival wasn’t all that bad, typical in look to what one would expect. There were game and food booths, varying enticing smells that made Azul’s mouth water and prizes that had you pointing them out everytime you passed by.

“Look, look! It’s an octopus! Can we go get it, please?”

The octopus plush was relatively small, big black eyes and little details under the tentacles for the suction cups. It was definitely cute at least, though Floyd was also grinning at Azul as he pointed at it.

“Azul, it looks just like you! We should get it, hehe!” Azul rolled his eyes with a sigh, shaking his head. He pinched the bridge of his nose, glasses shifting up a bit.

“Floyd, please...”

“You know Floyd... You could try winning it.” Jade’s smile turned into a grin, sharp teeth on display as he looked at the booth with a smile. “I think it’ll be an interesting addition to the Mostro Lounge, don’t you think?”

Azul groaned as Floyd rushed to the booth to play, eagerly giving the carney enough thaumarks for a turn to play. It was some game where you would have to knock down some milk glasses. The carny stood by the side as they gave Floyd some balls to throw at the stacked glasses. Azul sighed as his eyes roamed away from the tweels to see what you were up to.

You, however, were not in the spot where you should have been. This made a bolt of anxiety shoot through Azul as his eyes swept across the crowds and booths. He knew he should have invested in one of those weird child leashes that he once saw. It wasn’t much different when he and the tweels would wrap seaweed around your waist to keep you from wandering too far from them.

With a groan, Azul informed Jade of what he was doing and went into the crowd, weaving through people as his eyes darted from booth to booth, trying to find you among the masses.

Azul’s eyes catch that purple and gold glow nearby a balloon darts booth, staring up at one of the prizes. The sight of you safe and sound helped alleviate Azul’s anxiety, though it didn’t stop the irritation of you suddenly up and disappearing.

“What have we told you about wandering off? You know how dangerous it could be after the incident with the current and─”

“Azu.” Your hand points to one of the carnival prizes, stars in your eyes. You were captivated by a set of match heart charm necklaces, colored gold that looked cheap. The strings of the necklace were only black strings even, one bad stress from fraying and falling apart. “I want them.”

Azul gave you a scrutinizing look, eyebrows furrowed a bit. “Those are the most flimsy looking things ever.”

“But they say best friends on them! We have to get them!” Another look at them and the necklaces did, indeed, say best friends in small letters that were harder to read from where Azul was standing.

Another look at you made Azul sigh, grabbing your wrist and walking over to the booth. He took out the required amount of thaumarks, placing it down on the counter. “Five darts please.”

You made a little cheer as the carny provided the darts to Azul, watching him pick up one of the darts and prepare to throw it. It would be easy, surely, it’s just aiming darts and popping balloons.

His first dart falls short and falls to the floor. The second dart manages to hit a balloon, but not pop it. The third hits a balloon, thankfully. The fourth one hits, but doesn’t pop and the fifth somehow slips in between the balloons. The look of disbelief on Azul’s face is almost laughable, though your look of disappointment made Azul pull out another five thaumarks for another five darts.

The second’s round’s results were the same as the first, either missing or slipping in between the cracks of the balloons. Another five thaumarks, another five darts, another round of failure. Azul groaned and dragged his hands down his face, feeling frustration begin to bubble under his skin. This damn game was getting annoying.

Another five, another round, but Azul managed to get two balloons this time. He rubbed his temples. This was going to be more difficult than he thought. Azul took out another five thaumarks and received his five darts.

This time, Azul takes a few moments to try and aim it, maybe hoping it’ll finally land for once. After what seemed like forever of aiming, steadying his arm, Azul throws the dart. He hears a pop and his heart jumps in excitement. You let out a small exclaim, clinging onto Azul’s arm as you watched him. The second dart, aim, steady, raise his hand just a bit, and throw the dart. Another pop. Pop after pop, the darts fly into the board and hit the balloons

Finally, finally, the balloons popped, all the darts hitting their target. You cheered so loudly, jumping up and down and shaking Azul’s shoulder. “You did it, you did it, you did it!”

A sense of relief runs through Azul, from finally popping those damn balloons and keeping his pride intact, but also being able to win those charm necklaces. It was an oddly nice feeling, watching as you excitedly point to those flimsy things, little freckled spots pulsing and glowing golden as the carny hands you the necklaces. You held them up to Azul, grin wide and chest full of laughter.

“Azu! C’mere!” Despite what you said, you came closer to Azul, putting the necklace on for him and putting your own on.

“We match, we match!” Azul watches as you point at his necklace and yours bouncing on the heels of your feet, smiling so bright.

The rest of the trip was relatively fun, meeting back up with Jade and Floyd, who had won that octopus and more. Apparently he had decided he wanted all the plushes the carney had and took them. Whether through legitimate means or by other means, the tweels refused to elaborate. You managed to get the octopus off of Floyd and carried it around with you, Azul looping an arm with yours that helped him keep track of you as you tugged against his hold multiple times whenever you saw something that caught your eye.

Eventually, you all had to go back to the dorms, though Floyd kept whining about how he wanted to stay longer. It was dark by the time you all returned and Azul sent you and the tweels to bed, heading to his room himself just as tired.

As he was changing, Azul took off the charm necklace, inspecting it for a bit before taking out a container that he had kept full of coins and allowing the necklace into the container. The fake gold sheen contrasted with the coins of silver and gold, yet it felt just as precious.

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❝LOVELY LITTLE KITTY❞

❦summary; even then, he's still your little kitty ♪the characters in this story; gn!prefect!reader, overblot!grim ✎word count; 1,306 ❀what do the ghosts say?; platonic, angst, kinda set in my own little au (explained in a.n), grim can't really talk ☛the author's notes; okay, so basically this is something that i thought up of before ignihyde chapter came out and i thought that grim would overblot after pomefiore chapter. what happens is that the prefect finds that grim has overblot and manages to convince crowley to let them keep grim somewhere that's on the very edge of the school grounds since they couldn't find a way to undo the overblot ☪look at the catalogue?

It was Friday again.

Friday meant that you would be packing your bag with snacks, clothes, and a blanket, as well as the key to Ramshackle for when you got back.

Friday meant that one of the staff members, usually either Crowley, Trein, or Crewel, would take you out of the main school grounds towards the edge of the forest, where there would be a large hut.

Friday meant that after dropping you off there, the staff member would make sure you would be okay before telling you they would be back the next morning.

Friday meant that you would get to see Grim again.

The forest around the hut always seemed to be cold, even if the day was warmer. You walk towards the hut and open the door, being met quickly by a roar that would be deafening, yet you’ve already gotten used to it. He always did that, a loud roar that was quickly followed by him attempting to lunge towards you. At first, it always made you jump back, afraid that he would attempt to maul you. Yet, you eventually got used to it, even after all those nights spent crying.

You drop your bag by the door, a tired smile on your lips as you face Grim. You wave at him, opening your arms wide to him, as if expecting him to jump into your arms for a hug. Yet the chains that are wrapped around him keep Grim right where he was.

“Hey Grim, I’m back!” You call out to him, a smile spread on your lips, as you look up at Grim. He was big, befitting his title of a monster. Claws sharper than they were before, a mane around his neck that was a shade darker than his usual coat. His only had the faintest of blue, just small pinpricks swallowed in black. Still, he looked the same as ever to you, still that small kitty with bright blue eyes and a furry coat, always hungry for another bite of food.

In response to your greeting, all you get is a low, rumbling growl, Grim’s eyes narrowing. It makes a bitter smile curl on your lips. You begin talking again, walking towards your bag and pulling out the snacks and cans of tuna that you had packed. They were bigger than the ones he normally ate. Sam always specially gave these to you for ‘your beasty friend.’ They weren’t sold on his shelves for anyone else.

“Sorry that there isn’t as much as last time, some of the other cans from the shipment got damaged.” You chuckle to yourself even as Grim continues to tug at the restraints around him, each time huffing and growling lowly.

You finally get all the cans of tuna out, smiling at Grim as you approach him. There’s a line on the floor and Grim attempts to lunge at you again. He never passes the line. Not after last time.

“Look! It’s your favorite!” Holding up one of the cans, you shake it a bit, as if trying to get his attention on the food. It doesn’t work, he’s still growling, snapping, snarling. You sigh, lowering the can of tuna as you stare at him.

Your eyes sting.

It’s always like this, this repeated routine.

The snarls and growls, the lunging at you. He never eats the tuna you bring him, it ends up getting crushed under his paws each time he stomps his foot against the large tiles. You could still see the splatter stain on the floor. You don’t know if Grim managed to lick it up or one of the staff managed to do so. You let the cans of tuna in your arms drop to the floor, making a loud sound. Some of them roll away, you’ll have to get those later, some just clattering and spinning around in place before being brought to a halt.

The small piece of hope in you is what keeps bringing you back, yet the pain of it all dampens your spirits. Each time, each try, each attempt at trying to bring Grim to the way he was before feels hopeless.

You can’t get close, the scar on your stomach is a reminder. You’ve tried all sorts of things by yourself, you don’t want to bring other people into this, the fear of what could happen to Grim more prominent than the thought of asking for help. You thought you could do this on your own, you wanted to be able to do this on your own. Grim was your friend, your only friend, the only family you had in Twisted Wonderland.

Oh, and there are the tears again.

Tears fall down your cheeks in quick drops, covering your skin and making it damp. You crouch down, covering your face as it grows hot. You let yourself cry as you please, crouched on the cold solid ground.

You want Grim back, you need to have Grim back. You have your friends, Ace, Deuce, Malleus, everyone else. You know you have them to fall back on, but school isn’t forever.

Malleus would be a senior next year. Ace and Deuce would have their own issues and own families. Summer was coming close, the school would be empty.

To Twisted Wonderland, you never really existed. You just came to be. You were basically nobody. You were the Prefect, Malleus’ first friend, the one who solved all the overblots. That’s what you were for everyone else.

But with Grim, you could be something for somebody. You were his family, each other’s family.

You don’t know how much time you’ve spent crying, or if Grim was still trying to lunge towards your throat. All you know is that when you look up at Grim again, he’s silent. His large body, instead of on his stomach, larger head placed between his paws. He’s silently licking at, something on the ground, something blue on his tongue.

It’s the tuna that you dropped, being lapped up and eaten by Grim. The sight of it, of him eating the canned food, can and all, makes you want to start crying again. Yet, you laugh.

You laugh even as more tears creep down your cheeks. You watch as Grim reaches a paw for another one of the cans. This one is farther than the previous, past the line. You crawl over to the can that Grim was reaching for and roll it over to him. He’s quick to snatch it up, putting it into his mouth and chewing it up. It makes another laugh that’s combined with a sob leave you as you watch him eat. It’s both a comforting and heartbreaking sight.

“Oh Grim...” You managed to call out to him through your laughter and tears, palms wiping at your eyes even though the tears continue to roll down your cheeks.

Grim finishes up the second can and vies for another, which you roll over to him.

And this was how you spent your night. You watch Grim eat tuna, finish the tuna, and then roll another can over to watch him do it all over again.

Even if you were still crying, even if you felt cold because the night was furthering on, even if you were beginning to get tired, your heart felt so warm, seeing Grim eat and gnash at the tuna.

Before you know it, it’s sunrise.

Sunrise means that you would have to pack your bags and say goodbye to Grim. Sunrise meant that you would wait outside of the hut for one of the staff members to pick you up. Sunrise meant you would travel pack to the main school grounds and rest in your bed for the day.

Going back to NRC, without Grim, meant that you would always be back the next Friday.

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crow-stars · 4 months

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❝LET'S GO ICE SKATING❞

❦summary; ice skating can be such a fun time, though that may depend on whether you're new to the rink or have a bit of experience under your belt. ♪the characters in this story; ignihyde, idia shroud, ortho shroud, gn!reader ✎word count; ~494 words ❀what do the ghosts say?; ambiguous idia, school trip to an ice skating rink, falling chatacters, first times on ice, mentions of climates in respective twst characters homeland, fun times ☛the author's notes; continuing my failboy loser idia agenda. also not me totally forgetting about ortho's athletic gear until i was half done ☪look at the catalogue?

❛IDIA SHROUD❜

❀ Fail boy loser

❀ Look at him getting sunlight as he falls on his ass

❀ I will never not make fun of him

❀ We all know that Idia definitely didn’t want to be out in the cold, no less an ice rink

❀ He’s going to be complaining the whole time and refusing to get onto the ice because he knows he’s going to fall

❀ And he does

❀ Oh does Idia fall

❀ And it isn’t a swift death for him, oh no

❀ When Idia gets onto the ice (through Ortho’s urging), his legs are shaking and he’s desperately clinging onto the sides of the rink and whoever allows him to

❀ Well would you look at that!

❀ Idia got onto the ice!

❀ Maybe there’s hope for Idia to actually be able to ice skate—

❀ He slipped and fell on his back

❀ Oh dear.

❀ Okay, so Idia tried to get momentum and he fell and now he is refusing to get back onto the ice

❀ This boy has no balance, he is a shrimp. And now that he’s fallen and embarrassed himself, Idia is going to retreat back to the safety of his room

❀ Please comfort him or he’ll never leave his room again

❀ Idia will be rambling and raving about how otakus like him aren’t meant to be outside

❀ He’s going to probably sitting inside for the rest of the holiday season

❀ You should probably bring Idia some hot chocolate, that might make him feel better :)

❛ORTHO SHROUD❜

❀ Don’t let him on the ice

❀ He’s a safety hazard

❀ Also I’m pretty sure that you just shouldn’t let him out into the snow

❀ And Ortho’s not happy about that. Until he remembers that he has his athletic gear

❀ And when he remembers, ohohoho

❀ Ortho is absolutely excited. And, even though he doesn’t want to go out, Idia is definitely making Ortho a custom pair of skating (because in no way is Ortho getting borrowed ice skates that don’t fit the rest of the aesthetic)

❀ When the day comes, Ortho is practically as excited as a golden retriever puppy, talking about how he was excited to go ice skating

❀ I’d like to think that Ortho tried refraining from scanning any material related to ice skating so that he could get the full experience of being on ice for the first time

❀ And when Ortho gets on the ice, he stumbles a bit, but pleasantly surprised as well.

❀ He’ll definitely have to cling onto someone for a bit (not Idia), mostly like you until Ortho can really get a hold of it

❀ Ortho looks like a gleeful child, if the bright flickering flames of his mouthpiece say anything

❀ Honestly, the whole time, Ortho is just a little bundle of joy

❀ Like, he’s doing that little thing where Ortho is like “look at me!” and then he does a small little thing

❀ I just wanna think that this is the time where Ortho gets to act like a genuine kid

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❝UNTIL DEATH DO US PART❞

❦summary; wedding vows are one of the most important parts of the initial ceremony, besides the kiss and exchange of rings. of course, this ceremony can be done anywhere and the most well known words that the officiator speaks “until death do you part” ♪the characters in this story; lilia vanrouge, gn!reader ✎word count; 3.8k ❀what do the ghosts say?; romantic, tall lilia mmm, set during the time in which lilia is still acting as general, angst, death, mentions of blood/bleeding, you get some fluff in this dw (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ (some) ☛the author's notes; a part of the @briarvalleyarchives wedding day event! i can finally pull this idea out after it's been stewing for a good year or two. ps this took me 17 days to finish wtf ☪look at the catalogue?

“Until death do us part.” Such a meaningful phrase.

It was springtime when he had been shot by an arrow in the forest. Tipped in a potent poison, one that could kill a human in an instant and give any magical creature a slow death, Lilia had thought this was his end. Not the end I expected, he thought while laying in the forest, blood pooling around him. He was ready to accept his death, eyes closing as he stared up at the darkening sky.

At least the sky is beautiful in my final moments was Lilia’s last thoughts before his eyes slipped shut.

Except, it wasn’t his final moments.

The next thing Lilia knew was him laying in a soft bed, a phantom ache on his chest and a splitting headache. He tried to get up, yet more pain ran through his body and he audibly groaned.

That was when a small gasp was picked up by Lilia’s ears and he turned his head to the sound. He turned his head to see you.

You were holding a bowl of water and a towel was draped over your arm. There was a look of shock on your face, but it seemed to melt away to relief as you stepped closer to the bed where Lilia laid, placing the bowl down as you smiled at him.

“You’re finally awake! Oh thank the Seven, I was starting to get worried.” Those were the first words you had said to Lilia, a small smile on your lips as you slowly sat next on a chair next to the bedside.

“Where... am I? And who are you?” Those were the first words that Lilia had said to you, initially cautious of you as you were a stranger and he was injured at the moment.

You answered his questions with no qualms at all, telling him that he was in your home at the outskirts of your village and introduced yourself as the village’s unofficial healer. You had found him while out in the forest to collect herbs and found the fae in a pool of his own blood. Lilia proceeded to ask you more questions and you answered each and every one with a calm demeanor and an amicable smile. And, from what answers you revealed, you didn’t seem to know that Lilia was a general, only knowing him as a fae that needed help.

Then, you cleaned his skin with that towel and changed his bandages. All the while constantly checking if he was okay and asking if he was comfortable. It felt... strange to Lilia. Not you, but the constant asking, the care and wanting to make sure that he was alright.

It felt strange to the fae. But it was comforting too. This medical aid of yours felt much different than the quick and hasty one back at the main camp. Of course, the soldiers had to get back onto the battlefield as soon as possible, but Lilia quite preferred your approach.

A few weeks after Lilia first woke up was when he learned that you lived alone. He had assumed that there was at least someone around, perhaps a sibling, parent, partner, anyone. But no. You were alone in this makeshift clinic of yours. Lilia had asked about it and you had answered it with a clear and concise response.

Your parents were dead, you had said. Your siblings had moved away because they had bigger dreams than this little village.

“And what about you?” Lilia had asked.

“Well, I don’t know yet.” You gave him a faint smile and shrugged. “I’m content staying here and making a family someday.” That smile you gave, it made Lilia want to smile too, just a little.

Around the time where pink flowers began to sprout from the trees was the first time that you and Lilia had a real conversation.

You were changing out Lilia’s bandages again, touches gentle and never too harsh. Lilia was silent as he watched you, your face focused on your task.

Then he asked you why you decided to be a healer. You had paused for a bit, but then continued to change his bandages. You were quiet for a few minutes and Lilia was briefly worried that you had somehow found offense in his question. But, you smiled that smile that Lilia was beginning to know you for and looked up at the fae.

“Well, I want to be able to help the people in my village. My parents taught me quite a lot and I feel like I should put that to good use.” You paused and chuckled softly to yourself. “And I think in these times, everyone needs some healing.”

Lilia couldn’t help but feel inclined to agree to such words. Then you had asked about why he was in the forest, a question that had apparently been on your mind for a while. And, he didn’t know why, but Lilia gave you a lie. A white lie, but still a lie, nonetheless. He told you that he was a traveler, having been attacked by a human in the forest. Luckily, Lilia didn’t have to say much else as you immediately understood him, sympathized even as you cupped his hands in yours in a sort of comfort to the fae.

“Don’t worry,” You had said, lightly squeezing Lilia’s hands, that gentle smile of yours spread on your lips. “You’re safe here, I promise you.”

That promise made a strange feeling course through Lilia, only amplified by your touch, you holding his hands in your own. Lilia gave you a faint smile and nodded.

The two of you had then continued to talk, just small questions, small talk, most of it coming from Lilia as he asked about your daily schedule aside from your care of the fae. It was mostly just chores and errands, you explained, visiting older patients and administering medication, going to the market to get groceries or talk with the vendors, and then going out to the forest to gather herbs or relax after a day’s work. There was a certain clearing that you fancied, always filled with beautiful wildflowers and grass that could grow up to your knees. You had spent so much time talking about it, continuing minutes after you finished changing Lilia’s bandages. But he didn’t mind, encouraged it actually by asking more questions about that little field you so loved.

When the air began to turn hotter, you had let Lilia walk further than the room he was staying in. Lilia wanted to explore the whole of your house, but you had just told him to take it one step at a time, so as not to put stress on his body. So, he listened to your instructions. The first day, the second floor. Apparently, your home had two floors, if the stairway Lilia saw was anything to say. You were nearby, watching Lilia carefully as he walked around the second floor.

You were kind enough to explain to Lilia any of the rooms he entered, the bedroom, the guest room, the bathroom, your parents’ old bedroom that you turned into a place to grow herbs that weren’t easy to obtain. It almost felt like you were allowing Lilia to explore not just your home, but your life, how you organized things, how you decorated. All those little things seemed to allow Lilia to learn more and more about you.

A week later, you helped Lilia downstairs and that was another discovery of your personality, as well as more things for Lilia to explore instead of staring out the window.

Downstairs was your living room turned makeshift clinic, a kitchen, a sitting room, and a medical station. The clinic was clean and spotless, utensils set aside in a cabinet and medical herbs organized. The beds were neat and empty of any patients, as it was a day you weren’t taking non-emergency cases, you had said. The kitchen, albeit somewhat messy, felt homely, warm candles lit in the room and the tools in the kitchen obviously well loved. Lilia had even gone so far to compliment such, to which you had smiled shyly at him. Truly, your home had represented your personality quite well.

That night, you allow Lilia to join you at the dining table downstairs while you cooked dinner. The curtains were drawn, the sky beginning to turn a golden hue outside. You were cooking some type of stew, Lilia thinks, a recipe that you used to cook with your family. You had offered to teach Lilia the recipe, but Lilia declined, favoring watching you do it instead. You looked so peaceful, so in your element as you paced and walked around the kitchen, Lilia couldn’t help but admire your stature, how you walked, that same gentle, calm smile on your lips as you moved about the room.

The leaves were beginning to turn orange when Lilia had fallen in love. Though, moreso, Lilia could have described it as the day he realized he was in love.

It was a somewhat normal day, you were still caring for Lilia. The poison was more potent than the fae had expected, due to his recovery taking so long. His initial wound healed, so you no longer were bandaging Lilia, instead making medicine to help with his recovery process. The two of you had been conversing with one another in the sitting, what it was, Lilia didn’t remember. All he knows is that there were three harsh knocks against the front door and your eyes had widened considerably. From your seat, you hurried over to where Lilia was, grabbing his arm and beginning to hastily bring him to the room where you kept your herbs.

Lilia tried to ask why you were trying to hurry him away, but he was met with you shushing him. There was this fear, a certain dread that Lilia felt an almost kinship with. He didn’t have much time to decipher it, though, as you had pushed him into your room full of herbs, just one plea coming from your lips.

“Do not leave this room. Please, just stay here.” You looked so desperate, your hands holding Lilia’s so tightly as if he would be torn away from you. Lilia couldn’t help but be compelled to just nod, just to wipe that desperation from your face.

You had sighed in relief and squeezed his hands once more before turning towards the door. You closed the door behind you, the sound of a lock clicking shut. Then, the sound of wood scraping against the floor and your grunts of exertion, and the light that creeped under the door had disappeared. The front door had then opened and a rasp voice had spoke.

“Ah! The King’s Guard Men, hello! How are you?” Your voice, calm and pleasant as always caught Lilia’s ears first, almost calming his confused mind. Although muffled a bit, Lilia could still hear the words loud and clear. He decided to press his ear against the door, perhaps to hear better.

“Good afternoon, healer. We came here because there were reports of a fae being stowed away here.” For a second, Lilia could feel his heart stop, though not in the way he expected. Not because of the thought of him getting captured by the enemy side, no.

The thought of you getting into some sort of trouble, or even getting hurt, had been more worrying to Lilia. Your safety was over Lilia’s own safety.

You responded quickly, laughing lightly. “What? Who said such a thing? I can assure you that there’s no fae here, sirs.” There was silence for a few long seconds, too long for Lilia.

“Then you wouldn’t mind us looking around then.”

“Ah- wait! Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Almost thunderous footsteps had then rapidly entered your home, glass shattering and chaos being heard on the other side of the door. You had cried out in protest, yelling at the soldiers and chastising them, yelling about the mess, about the destruction that they were causing. Each time, you had been met with a harsh voice commanding you to cease yourself, to just stand to the side. You had, eventually, though it took everything in Lilia to not bang on the door and yell as well, to share your grief with you. But, as you had asked of him, Lilia kept quiet, hands curled into tight fists as he listened to the sounds on the other side of the door.

Eventually, it had stopped and the soldiers left. The door closed behind them and it was silent again, the air stagnant with dread. The heavy scraping came again, along with your grunts of exertion. The door opened and your face met Lilia’s eyes.

You looked a mess, but you looked relieved. Lilia didn’t know what had came over him, but the first thing he did was hug you. Hug you so closely to him, so tightly as the breath he was unknowingly holding was released. And you had hugged him back just as tightly, just as closely. A shuddering breath left your lips and Lilia... Lilia felt safe. He felt relieved. The two of you were silent, not speaking a word for what seemed like hours.

And then, Lilia understood, he understood that look you had on your face when you had pushed him into the room of herbs. The fear of loss, the fear of losing someone that you cared for and cherished. It was the same feeling that Lilia had felt, that Lilia felt towards you. On that day, Lilia knew he had fallen for you.

That day, you had confessed to him everything you knew. You knew of his real identity as a General renowned for his feats, you knew who he was from the beginning in the forest. You had confessed such a thing as if there was a great shame from keeping it hidden from Lilia. Yet, Lilia couldn’t help but find it amusing. Sure, you had feigned ignorance to who he truly was, but you still aided and helped him. Despite who he was. And it only made Lilia’s heart warm with affection.

When you had looked up at Lilia, guilt ridden across your features, Lilia only hugged you close to him, soft laughter slipping from his lips.

“Such a silly thing to keep secret. It’s amusing, really.” You had groaned at him and lightly batted at his chest, but couldn’t help the laughter that came from your lips as well. Lilia then helped you clean your home, picking up shards of glass while you swept the debris up.

It was such a mundane task, cleaning. Lilia had never really cared for cleaning and tidying up. But, alongside you, Lilia found a new calm to such a task, one that he finds peace in to this day. When the two of you had finished, you both found yourselves in the room Lilia was staying in. And then, you sat together, you laid on top of Lilia. There were no words said, no exchanges, just silence between the two.

Your head was on Lilia’s chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat, as if to confirm he was still there, that he was still alive. Lilia, in turn, had a hand intertwined with yours and that was it. That was all that was done and Lilia couldn’t have been happier. It was a silent agreement, a silent promise to one another, a vow that didn’t need words to be understood.

When the vermilion leaves filled the trees, dried fronds laid on the forest floor was when Lilia got married.

Not officially, of course. No priest in a nearby proximity would dare to wed the two of you together, but your family apparently had their own version of a marriage ceremony. In the dead of night, when the moon was full and the stars shining so brightly was when you had taken Lilia to a flower field you had so adored. You had talked about this blooming field many times before, during times when you and Lilia were talking about possible futures for the two of you. The one thing that always came up was your dream to be married in a flower field you loved since you were a child. No matter the season, something would always grow.

This was where you had brought Lilia, dressed in the attire your parents had worn for their own nuptials, with Lilia in his uniform. You had sat Lilia down in the middle of the field, your hands holding his, and began your own ceremony. It was somewhat similar to what one would think a usual wedding ceremony would proceed, just with a few tweaks.

First, the both of you had gone to pick a flower from the field, one that would compliment your spouse before meeting again to place the flower close to their heart. Then, there was the exchange of rings, rings that were hung on chains and clasped around the spouse’s neck. A kiss would then be shared, one that felt so sweet and tender that it made Lilia break into a wide smile. Surprisingly, though, the kiss was not the climax of this ceremony, but instead preceded it. Instead, it was a dance under the moonlight.

“Usually there would be music for this.” You had said, tittering lightly, your hands holding Lilia’s in a position ready to dance. A low snicker came from Lilia’s mouth, smiling at you.

“Then we make our own music.”

And you did. Under that moon, flowers muted yet bright, there was a gentle humming between you. A song that had no lyrics and easy to remember. Lilia remembered it all, your laughter when he picked you up in a spin, a giddy smile on your lips as you giggled. Then, after the dance, that was when you had said your vows. It felt so intimate and Lilia couldn’t help but adore the closeness you two had as you whispered those promising words to one another.

“Until death do us part.”

Yes, he remembers it all so well.

It was winter when those vows were fulfilled.

By that time, Lilia was healed sufficiently. He was able to move just as well as he did before the arrow pierced him, lithe in movement and sharp in his reactions. You were there the whole time, cheering him on with your assistance and care. It was inevitable that Lilia would have to return to his unit soon. Even though Lilia loathed this fact, you were the one to encourage it.

“Someone has to end this war.” You had said. You were serving him something warm, perhaps it was tea. Lilia had felt a pit in his stomach at this, but he knew you were right.

A few weeks later, you helped Lilia pack supplies and even got him a horse to help him get himself there faster, even though he insisted that it wasn’t necessary. Your smile was so bright, more beautiful than the glimmering snow on the forest ground.

“Be safe.” You had said, warm hands in his gloved ones, the ring around your neck shining in the midday sun. “I love you.”

Lilia had only squeezed your hand in response, hoping you would understand his intentions. He promised he would come back to you after the war, return and settle down with you in your village. You had laughed and gave him that smile of yours. Lilia then left your village that day, your figure waving him goodbye. He had gotten back to the camp by then, still operating well from his absence. Of course, there was many questions from his soldiers, many angered higher ups about his months long disappearance with no word, but overall, it had been fine.

Lilia had felt a renewed vigor to finally end the combat, though perhaps only to come back home to you more quickly. That was Lilia’s goal, home.

A month later, there was screaming. Lilia remembers this day so vividly, no matter how much he could ever try to forget. When Lilia had looked into the sky, there was red and orange smoke that billowed into the sky in the direction of where Lilia knew well. His heart dropped.

A soldier had come up to him, saying there was a person’s yelling coming closer to the camp. Lilia could hear it well and it was the only thing that Lilia could distinctly remember that day. Without much thought, he began running towards those calls, those screams. The snow crunched and made way under his feet and Lilia could see the figure, see you stumbling towards him.

And you were red. Covered in red. A trail of it followed after you, the scent of such a putrid thing smothering the familiar scent that Lilia knew as you. Your legs had then given way and Lilia almost dove to catch you, your body so close to him. Your hands gripped his uniform tightly, like he was your lifeline, fingers shaking and eyes filled with tears. But you weren’t warm, you felt so, so cold. You were supposed to be in the comfort of your home, you were supposed to be warm, you were supposed to be safe.

“Lilia!” You had called him, your voice shaking so much, almost begging. “Oh Seven, Lilia! The King’s Guard, they- t-the village- I-!”

You could barely get a complete sentence out, breathing so shallowly. That was when Lilia had noticed the scrapes across your arms, the cuts of a sword across your legs, and a lesion across your chest, bleeding too quickly that it was apparent that you were mortally wounded.

“My dear, please, save your breath, you’re wounded.”

Lilia moved to pick you up, perhaps to save you, to have you live just a bit longer, yet the pained cry that left you, the pleading “no, no, no” made Lilia freeze entirely. You were still holding onto him so tightly, chest taking in breaths that were much too unsteady for it to be normal.

You called out his name again, meeting his gaze.

And you smiled. You smiled that calm and gentle smile to him.

You looked so content, so at peace. Your cheek leaned into his chest, your ever so tight grip loosening on him.

“Thank you.”

On that winter day, the vows had been fulfilled.

“Until death do us part.”

That was what you two had said to one another.

Lilia knew that you would die before him, he knew that. But on that day, he had felt so hollow, staring at your face.

Even in your death, you had smiled. Even in death, you were calm.

And even after your death, Lilia would never stop loving you.

Until death do us part.

Lilia felt so used to death, but yours... Yours was one he would never forget. Death separated him from you, you who was his first and last love. You, who was his first and last spouse.

Even now, under the full moon at Night Raven College, so different in appearance from back then, Lilia’s mind couldn’t help but replay the words you said when he left that day and the words slipped out before he could even think of it.

“I love you too.”

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