#I do that w zenos too but also. yeah

[impossible-rat-babies]

haha what if ahah the final days messed up charon even more—that the sorrow and loss and carrying all those dead left an impression on her soul that lasts all the way to eyrie

[astrxealis]

going to make my byf clearer with some stuff soon >___<

[smilingangel582]

Won't you smile, beautiful boy genuis?

Hey, yall, I'm doing another yona of the dawn tk fic. Yoon is one of my favourite boys in this series. This beautiful boy genuis is a cute downright tsunderer. Adorable right! Soooo read it and enjoy!!!

Warning: Watch the series first if you don't want to be spoiled

"HOW CAN I TAKE CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU ARE TOO CARELESS OF YOURSELF?!"

The distant yelling came from Yoon, who was yelling at the oracle Ik-soo, who gave a nervous chuckle as Yoon bandaged his head tightly. He was bleeding from the temple, and Yona guessed that he had tripped as always.

Hak and Jae-ha were behind at as well after training. Yoon was still yelling without any breaks, his cheeks puffed red, and his eyes blazing with rage.

"Now now, don't start yelling out of the blue..." Jae-Ha said with a hint of amusment, lowering his weapons by the front door. Yoon glared at him suddenly, threatening. "Better watch your mouth or I won't ever stitch your wounds"

He winced, making Hak laugh his eerie laugh, "Perve got served..."

"Shut up, Hak!"

Yoon finished tying the bandage on Ik-Soo who clapped happily like a child "Thank you dear Yoon... you're the best."

"Yeah, whatever... I just don't want you dying on my door..."

Yona turned to Hak now "where are Kija, Zeno and Shin-Ah?"

"Probably hunting..." Hak shrugged. Yoon hearing this huffed "You all think making wounds is a joke since I'm around patching you up!"

Yona gave a shy smile now. "Aw Yoon, don't be mad, you're our saviour... we rely on you because you're amazing!"

Jae-Ha nodded. "Yeah, pipsqueak, better not frown otherwise your pretty face will be filled with ugly wrinkles"

Yoon gasped now, touching his face. "I have a beautiful face, don't you dare insult me!"

Zeno came in first in a singing tone and pouncing on Yun with a grin. "Heeey, Yoon-chan!!! I'm hungry. What's for lunch?"

Yoon's eyebrow twitched "Well I'm your maid now?"

Kija laughed it off, his hand rising to ruffle Yoon's hair. "Sorry, Yoon, didn't mean to trouble you. Are you in a bad mood?"

Yoon frowned "No why? I'm just-"

Zeno became more clingy, almost making Yoon stumble back because of his small, delicate build. He was feeling tensed now, "Turn that frown... upside... down!"

When Zeno said 'down,' he dug into Yoon's ribs, making the young boy sputter in confusion. "W-what h-hey don't touch -gehet off!"

Zeno brightened now, pinning the boy down "Ahhh Yoon got a little weakness, yes? Wheeeere are you gooooing?" Zeno taunted him playing grabbing him firmly and tickled his ribs harder, making Yoon recoil to the side giggling instantly."Hohohld ohohon! Dohohohont tihihickle mehehe! Stahahap thahahaht!"

"I woooont!" Sang Zeno, who looked at others to make them join with him.

Shin-Ah tapped Yona in the shoulder and whispered "Yoon... laughing...cute"

She giggled delightedly "isn't he? How cute"

"Hm, he sure is," Kija did with a flushing smile.

Jae-Ha exchanged smirks with Hak, who also got down cracking his knuckles. "Defying your seniors is pretty rude... shall we punish this little boy genius?"

Jae-ha nodded. "we shall, Hak..."

"Ihihihi rehehehfuse thihihis humihihiliation!" Yoon hugged his midriff and curled forward. Ik-soo chuckled into his hand. "You haven't changed... I remember how you giggled so sweetly like a little bird"

"CUHUHUT IHIHIT OUT IK-SOOHOHO. NOHOT HEHELPING!" His laugh increased when Hak wiggled a finger around his neck, which seemed sensitive enough."Oh my, is your neck sensitive?"

With that, Yoon raised his hands to cover his blushing face, shaking his head with more streams of laughter. He was like no longer their travelling partner, but a cute little brother laughing like a child.

"Ohoho don't hide!" Kija giggled joining in now."Won't you smile, beautiful boy genius?"

"GUHUHUYS NOHOHO!" He began whining with his loud laughter, but his arms lowered more when Hak concentrated on the armpits and the upper ribs.

"He's got a weak spot at his foot, the arcs, I guess. It's so precious!" Ik-soo said with a bright wide smile.

"Trahahahaitor idihihiot ihihik-sohohoo!" Yoon shook his head."Ahahah gahahad nohohot thehehere! YOHOHONA! PLEHEHEHEASE!"

Hak widened his eyes, looking down where Yona attacked his feet. "Princess got him to beg... I'm impressed -yoon is pretty difficult to crack"

"It would seem, now he's imploring... that's rich." There is a similar surprise from Kija who still attacked his waist.

Yona giggled as well, allowing Shin-ah and Zeno to hold his legs and tickle the knees a rather different spot, which even Yoon was unaware of.

Yoon didn't seem to hate it that much, but still, he pretended to hate it by insulting and half kicking Hak harshly enough to make him grunt but not wound him. He was happy for some reason.

"AHAHAHA IHIHIHI GIHIHIVE -AHAHA STOHOHOP -MEHEHEHRCY!"

"Do you swear not to be upset again?"

Hak said, slowing his attack while only Kija, Jae-ha, and Zeno remained as Yona left Yoon alone.

"I... uhuhu..." Yoon looked to the side, panting a little. He didn't answer for a longtime and it made Hak wiggled his fingers with a menacing grin "Yoon... your promise? Don't leave me hanginggg~"

Yoon flinched with a giggle crossing his arms across to stop Hak further on, "Ihihi swear -I swear! Ihihi sweeehehehear!"

Hak was back yo gentle and ticklish pokes, which made Yoon jump adorably. "Plehehease!"

Everyone stopped and then Yoon laid sprawled with a gasp. Hak smiled fondly "We got you Yoon, don't worry... we won't hurt ourselves..."

Yoon's blue eyes sparkled with a hint of happiness and relief, but also blushing from the sentiment. "I don't care if you lose a limb. Don't die on me,"

"Oh, so are you back to being cocky with me, kid?" Hak poked his tummy, making him giggle and shrink to the ground. With a few pokes from them and there, Yoon got up, still flustered. "I... well ... I'm worried about all of you so..." he shyly looked down and then back at Yona, whose pretty smile lightened his heart, giving butterflies. His cheeks heated up instantly.

"Yooon~ you're staring..." this was Jae-ha who said a finger up his back starting the genius.

Yoon yelped, trying to punch the green dragon, "Ah! Stop that! Alright, get out now and let me make dinner! Otherwise, you're all going to starve!"

"we're all in your debt, mother," everyone bowed teasingly, making Yoon blush more.

"Shut up!"

[iggyfing]

okay okay okay lemme say my thoughts on base stormblood

overall: didn't like it as much as hw. not that i didn't like it, bc it def had its moments. i think it suffered from splitting the conflict onto two fronts but that's also the neat new thing it did this expansion.

the two midgame primals weren't integrated into the story nearly as well as hw's ones were, and the fact the first one was yet another shake-up of how we understand primals to function but then no one really talks about it afterwards? egregious. the fights themselves were pretty fun. i wanna do emanation again here soon bc i had fun w it despite my rage at the whole story around it. (finalfantasy still doesn't understand how religion works)

tell you what i did enjoy from start to finish: the whole substory on the azim steppe. trying to glean lore bits to integrate into kuzhuk and dagasi's backstories. i need a pronunciation guide tho. i was totally sold on hien as a character from the moment he said he was gonna win the naadam. go off king!! that's so unhinged.

the return of the king (for lack of a better term) is one of my favorite fantasy tropes, and i really wanted it in heavensward and they didn't give it to me!! but it's here and handled decently enough, so.

stormblood was ultimately more lyse's story than the wol's. you the player and your character are just along for the ride.

except when it comes to zenos. listen man you know me i love me an antag who's obsessed w the protag to the point of hardcore projection and i was eating good w those last few scenes. "farewell, my first friend. my enemy." is SUCH a line i am chewing off my own leg. i honestly wish he was in it more but alas! rule of threes. if only it could have been contrived to meet him here and there without fighting.

(all to say, i'm gonna have to work to develop cillien here bc outside of zenos being the sort of unhinged disaster he could very well have become if on'danya hadn't saved him and kuzhuk hadn't approached him pre-/early-arr, there isn't much for the wol this expansion)

notable in that it didn't end on a terrible cliffhanger like base hw. there are still plenty of loose threads hanging, but none of them as excruciatingly pressing as that one. you may remember my panic.

anyway, on to patch content! have a screenshot!

post credits spoilers under the cut

ALSO. I FRICKIN KNEW IT. I CALLED IT. AND I'M KICKING MYSELF FOR NOT MAKING A POST ABOUT IT IMMEDIATELY AFTER DOMA CASTLE WHEN I THOUGHT OF IT.

yeah you introduce this guy by having him row across the ocean and you think i'm gonna buy being shot multiple times, crushed under rubble, and drowned in the river is enough to take him out? not likely. love that crazy old man.

(garbage screenshot bc i was too busy doing a victory dance at being right to get a better one)

(also just getting it in here now before i forget: i'm not convinced zenos is....... gone?? like maybe he is dead but i don't think he's dead dead. wacky echo stuff could be an easy handwave explanation. if he somehow frickin fused his consciousness to the wol's body as some sorta extrapolation of lahabrea and igeyorm in hw or like he did w shinryu, that'd be sick and i would hate it and it'd be so good.)

[bcdwclves]

yknow, recently indulging in some Dragon Ball movies, since i recently watched Super Hero and am now rewatching Broly, and hell, even reading some popular fan works, like Multiverse, makes me want to do more with my DB muses.

but also brings up some old discourse and gripes w/ some retcons, like how the Potarra Earrings fusion are no longer permanent, and they’re on a time limit, like the Fusion Dance. it WOULD have made a nice dichotomy w/ having one form of fusion be permanent and the other have a time limit, which would have made the choice to use them heavier and more meaningful than just being like, “oh yeah, you have 30 minutes to beat this guy” regardless of fusion used.

w/ the way the Goku Black arc ended, they honestly could have had Zeno unfuse Vegito at the end of it, since Zeno is the highest form of existence in the verse. prolly woulda been easy for him to do. or hell, just get Shenron to unfuse them, too.

but also, as always, im a Kefla stan.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

SHINAH SO REAL bring my man back….

I’m ngl I fully forgot Lorenzo existed errrrr but yeah there’s the purple eye rep..!! Wait you know what kinda confuses me is Nanase’s aura….his name means rainbow so I was assuming it’d be rainbow but it’s some sort of blueish white? Maybe it’s a reference to how when all the colors come together they make white but anyways….considering his name they could’ve made his eye color a little more interesting but whatever I guess

I’ll be waiting LMAO just thinking of the ideas makes me want more beach day esque side quest shenanigans between the characters!!

Hoping this last match helps boost their rankings a lot because just looking at it right now the rankings do NOT seem accurate LOL

FIC INFLATION REAL my perception of length has been so thrown off these past months

LMAOOO imagine 60k kiyora fic /j quite literally would be carrying the entire tag on your blog HAHA

Imagine you did convert to gagamaruism though that would lowk be really funny

HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED omg…ok but I get it some edits are fire and are way too good at converting….lowk I think a tabieita edit was what pushed me into tabieitaism….it’s ok you got cleansed by other edits you’re in the clear for now o7 ok but wait drop the edits?? If you still have them saved LOL

FRRR WAIT STOP THE OTOYA IDEA IS FIRE??? Otoya getting trained into a gentleman and y/n becoming a heartbreaker bitch LOLL Its funny because we keep discussing ideas for people being wingmen for other characters LMAOOO atp it should just be the wingmen series

Also BAROUUUUUUU>>>>>> ok his little moments where he’s eating or has his hair down doing some sort of wind down/cool down routine>>>> if u20 Barou doesn’t get a glow up the Ubers match one fs will….but manifesting s2 glow up for Barou!!!

- Karasu anon

shinah…hak…kija…bring my boyfriends back to me 😭 honestly the author of yona of the dawn ATE w the character designs!! like even though all of the dragons were a certain color they still felt interesting?? maybe it’s the eyes like kija + zeno i think having the blue, shinah’s being absolutely gorgeous, and jaeha’s being purple iirc

LMAOAAO lorenzo is always in the back of my mind bro is such a phenomenon…for some reason i pictured him having brown hair and brownish reddish eyes?? and i haven’t seen many colorings of him so ig i never realized he has my fav color palette 😓 maybe it’s time for me to convert to loreonzoism /j also i didn’t know that abt nanase!! that’s def annoying that they made him knockoff isagi when there was the potential for smth cool 😭

hopefully after the nel arc we will get more downtime and fun ☝🏻 and next req should be up shortly!! like within the next three hours i think 😏

i’ve done it to myself too tbh 😭 consistently writing 100-200k word fics has made me view anything less than 100k as short…like unless it breaks 100k i won’t even consider it a true long fic!! i need to write smth that massive for bllk though 😵‍💫 hollyhock might make it but that one will be slow going because it’s a lot of external work to write 😩 peregrine i don’t think is going to be that long though 😓 i think if i do undertake a rlly long fic like that it’ll have to be for one of my absolute favs (so nagi karasu barou) or else i won’t have the motivation to finish it

HAHAHAA bfb kiyora’s version fr except he doesn’t have any sisters…i’m trying to think of what trope i want for him 🤔 i have some vague ideas but we’ll see what sticks!! i’m actually more worried abt karasu FJDKKS i’ve written sm for him that coming up with something different might be a struggle…what if i pick zantetsu for that req instead /hj

YUP IT WAS HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED!! although technically reo mikage would’ve fit in the censor too LMAOAOA but yk i’d never censor reo…only an itoshi bro could get that reaction from me 😫 and yes i saved all of the ones that cleansed me hold on i’ll post them here

barou edit

otoya + aiku edit

nagi edit 1 and nagi edit 2

third nagi edit that i just thought was really funny

not the edit i was referring to in that post because i didn’t save that BUT the edit of rin that made me post abt bllk on tumblr for the first time and get convinced to watch it by my mutual

the amt of saved edits i have is crazy 😭 mostly karasu and nagi ones but there’s more than a few otoya reo and barou ones in there 🤩 plus a couple of sae and rin ones that i couldn’t help but save

THE OTOYA IDEA HAS ME CACKLING especially if i do like a split perspective thing with it?? omg i’m just envision a line like “you had a crush on eita otoya, which meant you had to go to the one man on campus even worse than him: oliver aiku” and it’s all dramatic for the reader meanwhile aiku thinks it’s SOO funny that someone like her likes OTOYA (and conversely karasu and yukimiya think otoya is trying to be a gentleman to manipulate the reader better so they’re like “fuck no we’re not helping” but then they realize he’s serious so they lock in and do their best to help him)

barou…barou…barou…i think my 50 reblogs of my own post sum up my thoughts atm very well 😭 omg wait is BAROU my third rewatch man 🤔⁉️ that’s crazy if so but lowkey no complaints 🤤 the best part abt liking nagi and barou is i KNOW they’re not going anywhere for a while because they’re two of isagi’s main rivals + episode nagi is literally right there 🤩 so lots and lots of content coming for them (although lowkey epinagi artist does barou dirty at some points i fear…rn their hard work is going solely into nagi and karasu though so i get it)

[white-poppie]

hii, can i request silva, illumi, zeno, chrollo & hisoka w a reader that thinks they're really strong, cool and admires them has a silly, innocent lil crush on them?

Puppy Crush

A/N: Hey Nonnie, thank you for requesting this. I won't be doing Silva and Zeno as they are very old and I am not comfortable, rather I would do Kite and Kurapika. Thank you.

Pairing: Illumi, Chrollo, Hisoka, Kite and Kurapika with Gn! reader

Illumi

Listen if you are the kind of person who thinks powerful men are cool here is your man.

Illumi is honestly very oblivious

(or if he knows he just chooses to ignore it.)

Either way, he is of a very stoic nature and doesn't really care about others' feelings.

If you are someone who is very close to him (like a family friend or a valuable asset) He might find it endearing.

Honestly, overall he is just very nonchalant and doesn't care.

"You know I think Y/N has a thing for you," his mom sighed.

"...They do?" he questioned.

"Are you really that oblivious?" she gasped, "don't you see how they look at you? With practically heart eyes, it's cute honestly."

"Talk to them Illumi! They are perfect for you!"

Chrollo

INFJ gang yuhh. Honestly among the adult trio, he is the coolest (stg if you are a toxic Chrollo simp, here is your chance to leave.) Literally gonna base him on myself.

Listen, he either knows or Knows and is in denial/shy. No in-between.

Either way, he is very observant of you.

He is taking care of every single variable.

He notices any slight change or discomfort? Ready to run laps to make you comfortable!

He is tracking your food habits, sleep schedule and everything subconsciously (yes it is not even a conscious effort!)

He might look very scary and tall, my lord he blushes so much when he looks at you. he is like o(°///▽///°)o.

You two are so madly in love with each other that it is visible to everyone except you two.

Pakunoda is shipping yall so bad

Overall he is just a sweet and gentlemanly guy.

Chrollo was quick to notice your growing sense of dread among the many people in the auction.

Before he could comprehend what was happening, he was dragging you away from the crowd. He made you sit on a bench and fetched water for you.

"You okay there?" he asked patting you head.

"Yeah, thank you Chrollo, you are so sweet, I can't help fall for you all over again." As soon as the words left your mouth, your eyes widened.

Chrollo's face reciprocated the expression, but slowly melted into a smile, "good, the feelings are mutual then."

Hisoka

Dear Lord, why him? Anyways...

Hisoka thinks it's cute that you are so weak compared to him.

Yes, he is attracted to power, but he also likes the authority over his s/o.

May or may not tease you just for fun to see your reactions.

Flexes like a pro.

Gets in trouble so you take care of him.

Hisoka looked at you as your dexterity wiped his forearms that were filled with cuts.

"You need to be more careful," you scolded.

He chuckled and leaned back, "sure darling."

You growled and your cheeks grew warm, he only smirked at your reaction.

Oh such a cute little plaything you were

(I TRIED MY BEST TO KEEP IT NORMAL OKAY?? I DONT LIKE HIM AND I TRIED NOT TO LET MY HATE REFLECT)

Kite

Sweet baby boy, it has been so long since I wrote for him.

The most direct and intelligent among all of them.

Still, he can't help, but poke fun a little.

He thinks you are the most adorable little thing.

He teaches you basic self-defence so you can take care of yourself.

WILLINGLY lets his hands linger on your shoulders while fixing your stance. (smooth mf)

Will hope that you confess to him first, but if you take too long he will just go ahead and do that.

"Keep your fists on shoulder level," Kite commanded and you hesitantly lowered them.

He sighed and moved back from where you were standing, grabbing your hands and positioning them down. A shiver ran down your spine.

"Focus, Y/N," he said close to your ear and moved away with a kind smile

Kurapika

The loml, my husband, the father of my children.

Dear god, it's me again, what harm will it bring you to get me a Kurapika. I do not wish for a perfect man who is tall, buff and caring. I am just wishing for a blonde himbo with anger issues who ghosts everyone but is one of the only reasons I am happy. Is it too much to ask?

Okay, Kurapika...is dumb when it comes to feelings.

Like you 'like- like' him? You sure? Why him though? Are you okay? Do you need to be taken to a doctor?

He is such a gentleman how can you not fall for him???

Eventually, he does catch on though (After Killua and Leorio repeatedly point the obvious out.)

He still thinks why would you like someone like him?

Thinks he is very lucky to have someone like you.

Slowly starts falling for you too.

Why do you care for him so much he wonders? Why do you wait for him every time he disappears?

You were crying, why were you crying? Well because Kurapika just randomly decided to show up after ghosting everyone for almost two years. Making you worry sick, you spent so long looking for him. You even thought he was dead!

You were hitting his chest, sobbing in his embrace.

"You are so mean, so mean to me!" you cried out.

His hands rubbed on your back, and tears lined his eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let me tell you that there hasn't been a single day I didn't think of you when I was away. I love Y/n, truly."

(I AM NOT CRYING, YOU ARE!)

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[fleet-admiral-hiba]

I had this thought for so long after having read "28 years" from @kiame-sama. It's just that good, I tell you.

Anyway, having read Zeno x reader and Silva x kidnapped readee, I had this idea for a very heavy fanfic where, it's not Silva's wife, but Zeno's husband.

Confort/vent fic needed. I will ignore their animation age, cause it does not fit well with the idea.

I'm gonna do it in more parts, I don't want to overwhelm you people. It's a heavy topic

ZENO ZOLDYCK X M! READER

TW: kidnapping, abuse, heavy abuse of science knowledge, murder, torture, mental health issue, physical issue

You were a simple man. You had your mundane job at a bookshop, and you lived in a rather small house. Well it was all that simple. If only you knew, what lurked in the shadows.

That's what you thought when he, the infamous Zeno Zoldyck told you, that now you were his husband and you were going to live with him and his family at Kukuroo Mountain.

But that wasn't the bad part, you had it good. You only had to look at your dear friend, Milla, she had been stuck in that room since she had been taken. And it now was three years. You, on the other hand, given your rather calm and pacific nature, adapted quickly at your new environment. After all, you knew that you escaping was impossible. They were a family of trained assassins, the best in the world. How could a normal guy like you pull off a real escape?

You went for the simple and more realistic route. You did what you were told. And it landed you on a good spot. Three years ago, you would not have roamed around the estate like you do now. You would have been chained to the part of the mansion you call home. Now you walk around free, and you can actually interact with someone. That be the butlers, the kids, Kykyo and Silva, and of course, Millia.

You two bonded easily. Often time you talked on the phone the first few times. But after your chain had been unlocked, you often went to see her, to keep her company and talk about anything. Your favourite activity was watching documentaries. They were such a relaxing activity. Aslo she was the one to introduce you to knitting. After heavy negotiations with his husband, of course. He was, let's say, over protective, but she managed to get her way.

Anyway your life could be better, but for now you had it good. Zeno was rather chill, he isn't exactly over bearing, but he isn't also excessively restricting. You can go out, that being said, you can explore all of Kukuroo Mountain. And that's something. You could have been stuck in a room, 24/7.

It was a day like the other, and you had been reading a book that Zeno gifted you recently. And it was really good. Just thrilling enough to keep you hooked on the reading, but also mysterious enough to let your mind conjure up various possibilities. And you wanted to discuss it with Millia, you bothered her with that news for over a month now, she deserved to know.

The door was, to simply put it, enormous and extremely tightly locked. You had Zeno with you for that reason. No matter how much you tried, you would only injure yourself. "Thank you, see you later for lunch?" you asked, you knew that later that day he had to go out, so you wanted to at least say goodbye before he went out. "I don't know, I think we will head out earlier." With that, and a kiss, he opened the door and then let you go.

"Hey Milli, I finished the book." - "it was time you finished it, pebble" - "yeah yeah, keep the sass up, snowflake". You two went on your chatting for a long long time. Suddenly you both heard a strange noise. Something trying to open something. Footsteps hurriedly moving silently around the door. The May have confused that door for a safe. Cause, nobody is allowed there, apart from members of the family and the dogs knew better.

You told her to hide, but it was to late. You both screamed. You tried to fend off the aggressors, but they were too many to do it alone. The only thing you remembered was the face of terror of Millia.

Meanwhile, the screams echoed around the walls of the mansion. Everyone froze on their spot. One looking at the other. Unfortunately, apart from Kykyo, no other member was home.

You were alone now. Until they came back home, you were alone with Millia, and you had a choice. Meanwhile, a butler finally had a the gut to call the head of the family. "Master Zeno?" - "What is it?" - "w-we... Have... A problem"

[xenzoldyck]

First encounter | Pt.1 | Zeno X Reader

Might add part 2 if this gets love~! Also, my first time writing a fic in 2nd person (character x reader) style. Judge me nicely. Summary: These days being by yourself were getting indescribably lonely. You didn’t know if you’d ever find someone to be with...Until you met Zeno Zoldyck.

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It started to rain outside this small cafe you were in. Rain poured gently against the window nearby, in the distance other restaurants were closing up their outdoor umbrellas. Strong scents of coffee filled the air and muffled voices behind were chatting, bickering, or laughing. The lights were warm inside, keeping you from the winter’s storm. Being bundled with your black scarf and grey beanie helped too. A waitress came to you handing the vanilla latte you ordered. You nodded to them with a small smile that quickly faded after they left. The day was probably Wednesday or Thursday, but you didn’t seem to care. Each day passed just like the day before. Another day where people, so caught up in their own lives, were ignoring you as they always did. The days kept reminding you how lonely you were. 

Giving out a sigh, you leaned back in your chair. When would you finally meet your significant other? Clearly, you were doing something wrong. Your eyes scanned the room again, noticing the various couples lost in their worlds. 

“Just my luck isn’t it?” You whispered now fidgeting with the light pink glass cup in front of you. Could destiny try being a little nicer to you? Or did karma secretly have their grudge on your happiness? Whatever it could be, you just wished for something to happen…

Doors creaked open, the sound echoing in the small cafe. The sound of the storm was behind the figure. No one paid attention until a gasp was heard from a woman, the sound of a cup being shattered on the floor, and hurried steps leaving the other exit in the cafe. The customers and the hosts looked scared and worried. Gossip was spreading like wildfire and it seemed no one would outwardly comment on this person.

Curiously, you looked over your shoulder trying to be somewhat discreet to get a look at this person. You first noticed wavy, spiking grey-white hair and his short stature. Despite being an older man, his face looked carved to perfection having 2 whiskers fall at the side of his lips. The charismatic and intense presence he brought in was...very interesting to you. 

You looked at the other side of the room, seeing how the effect he had on everyone was unanimous. Were you missing a key point here?

The older man apparently noticed you were staring, his grey eyes staring directly at you. That look made you jolt. Nervously trying to recover, you pretended to casually be looking around the room finding books the cafe had in the back to squint at. Slowly, you blinked and turned your head back to your coffee cup. 

How fucking awkward!

You could still feel your heart beating fast, was it because of being caught rudely staring or just the fact that a man like that could notice someone like you? Shaking your head to clear, you dismissed the thoughts. Someone paying mind to you was crazy! It had to be. Yet, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. 

“W-What can I get you today Mr. Zoldyck?” The cashier a few feet away stammered, obviously trying to keep it together.

“Just a chai tea latte please. No need for Mr, call me Zeno,” The man’s low voice replied, the cashier just nodding to him accepting his payment. He seemed pretty nice, despite the room’s judgemental and scared stares at him. 

Zeno quickly was given his order and he said something, but you couldn’t make out the words over the people next to you gossiping. You looked away from the man, now trying to overhear what they were saying. 

“How could you not know! That is ZENO ZOLDYCK...The grandfather of the infamous group of assassins. The Zoldycks!” The frantic girl loudly whispered to what seemed her confused girlfriend. 

“Ohhh you mean the group that lives on that mountain? Bunch of weirdos…” “Shh! He might hear you!”

You sat there feeling anchored to your seat. Assassin? 

An assassin killed people for money. I mean, everyone had there reasons for certain...Professions. Zeno was an assassin, but he could be one who was hired to kill criminals, or other kinds of bad people. Who knows? There was never any telling how someone would be until they were right in front of you. People shouldn’t of assumed the worst of this man and that was rude to call their family a bunch of weirdos. 

Before your mind could elaborate further on these thoughts, Zeno was standing at your table. Your eyes shot up at him, shocked to see him acknowledging you again. 

“Do you mind if I sit here?” The man asked politely, his hand touching the chair. You couldn’t help but notice how long his fingers looked. Why were you looking at his fingers!? Calm down, just relax…

Zeno showed you a small smile that seemed to make you ease a bit, but you were still weirdly nervous.

“Y-Yeah? Oh! I mean..No! No, I don’t mind.” Words fumbled out your lips, struggling to keep an even tone. Your face was feeling hot all of a sudden, but your eyes were still fixated on him. This man was so...sexy.

Zeno chuckled at your response. 

“Thank you.” The assassin replied, settling into the chair and putting his coffee down. Somehow, his presence was actually comforting to you. Almost warm? It should have you worried that an assassin was casually asking to sit at your table, but instead, you felt yourself blushing and thinking a murderer’s presence was warm. You really needed to make some conversation or something instead of awkwardly blushing in front of him!

“I’ll introduce myself, give you some time to collect those thoughts.” Zeno smoothly interrupted. The fact that he could tell you were struggling and continued to ease your nerves was pretty sweet of him. 

“My name is Zeno Zoldyck and yes I am a part of the infamous group of assassins, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy coming into a cafe much like yourself at times,” The smile turned into the slightest smirk causing you to blink sheepishly. 

“You might be wondering why I chose to sit here and not at that table with those two goudy girlfriends,” The assassin glared over at the gossiping girls, scaring them senseless causing them to dart out the cafe. You practically glared over at them too. Serves them right for talking bad about someone they didn’t know. You grabbed your coffee to drink it slowly as if the coffee was something to calm you down. Zeno continued.

“It appeared to me that you looked like you could use some company. Not only that, but I take it you don’t see me as this monster that everyone else did.” Although someone in their right sense would. 

You finally found it in you to reply, “Thank you for sitting with me, I honestly get pretty lonely sometimes and it’s nice to talk to someone. Yeah I just think people shouldn’t be judged without you getting to know them. People deserve to show themselves to you.” 

Zeno nodded as a you’re welcome and seemed to appreciate this response. His smirk got bigger, “Is that why when you stared at me you pretended to be occupied with something else?”

He! He was really calling you out! 

“Hey! I was trying to be polite, everyone was staring at you like you were some pyscho! I didn’t want to make you feel that way.”

“Why not?” Zeno bluntly poked.

“I didn’t know you and you seemed like a very interesting person.”

“Ah, I see. Interesting. Well, you seem to be a very interesting person yourself,” The older man commented staring into your eyes “...What was your name?”

Your face was probably bright red at this point. A man like Zeno was...complimenting you. A man so unreal was taking the time to converse with you.

“...Y/N,” You stuttered in complete awe of what was happening. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N” Zeno picked up your hand gently and kissed it. Your heart was racing in your chest.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, darling. Would you like to leave this place with me?”

[pandapupremade]

the doll

WORDS: 1,147

PAIRING: Luvenia (s/i) x Shin-Ah (yot.d)

CONTENT WARNINGS: mentions of medication, injury, i think thats it but

SUMMARY: Shin-Ah is injured, and Luvenia wants to make something to help him feel better.

AUTHOR NOTES: takes place shortly after chapter 51 of yot.d which tore my heart apart. also there’s other platonic f/o characters who appear. idk i just wrote this for character interactions

reblogs ok, but not required! the s/i uses any pronouns, and is a trans man

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With the sun setting, the moon was beginning to rise in turn, and shadows grew long over the camp. The purplish-orange hue twinkled with specks of stars, and the wind had settled into a soft breeze. Many were to turn in at this point, but a purple-haired ex-marauder,  was wearily working even as the evening loomed over him.

"You should really get some sleep, Luvenia," scolded Yoon as he passed by the fireplace, a mortal and pestle in hand that he was using to grind some plant matter. "Shin-Ah won't heal any faster if you worry yourself sick over him..."

"And what about you?" replied the other, not looking up from what he was shoddily welding, "You should get some rest, too. In your words, Shin-Ah won't heal any faster if you worry yourself sick over him."

"Actually, he will, in my case...Though I'm not really worried. I've tended to worse wounds from the Thunder Beast..." Yoon shook his head, "Anyway, I'm making him medicine."

"And I'm making him a gift!"

"How will a gift help?" Yoon sighed. "Do what you will, then. Just don't make a racket."

And with that, he ducked into the tent which Shin-Ah was currently resting inside. Luvenia quickly peeked to see if he could catch a glimpse of the wounded man, but by the time he'd turned the tent's flap had already closed, so he turned back to the fire once more...

Still...his grip tightened a bit on his tools. He knew logically, what he was making was of no use, but...

Yona...that person...give her back...

Luvenia froze, as all his muscles tensed at once...No, he couldn't think of such things right now. He couldn't think of it...He wouldn't think of it.

He just had to continue his work, and...

"Oh! Luvie! Luvie!"

And at the sudden voice, 'Luvie' shouted out and fell back off the log he'd been using as a seat. He dropped the welded pieces in the process.

"Oh, did Zeno startle you?" The blonde hair dangled over Luvenia's face as said Zeno leaned over them, eyes wide and smile big. "So sorry, so sorry..." Luvenia stared upward, but said nothing.

"...Are you okay, Luvie? Did you get hurt by Zeno?! Oh, Yoon must have another paitent..."

"...No." Luvenia closed their eyes. "I'm fine." But they felt like they were holding their breath...Really, they felt the same speaking to Yoon...Zeno was quiet , looking down at him, but...

"You're stressed."

"You're perceptive." Luvenia grumbled, sitting up. He rubbed the back of his head, turning to Zeno - whose expression was more serious now. Ah, crap, was he going to roast them like he'd roasted Yona a long time before...? They really didn't feel like they were up to that sort of existential crisis, and tried to say so.

"Look, Zeno..."

"What were you making?"

"...What?" Luvenia was taken aback. Zeno didn't repeat himself, and...Luvenia scrambled through the grass for the object. "Um...It w-was...Ah...I can't -"

"Is this it?" Indeed, Zeno was holding it. Luvenia flushed in slight embarrassment at their panic, but reached out for it. Instead of returning it, Zeno turned it around in his hands. "...A metal doll?"

"It's - it's....yeah, I guess."

"...It's cute." Zeno smiled sweetly, finally offering it back.

"It's - it's nothing, I just...Had some spare pieces, so I..."

"Is it for Shin-Ah?"

Luvenia stared. Luvenia felt their cheeks warm up just a little, and looked away. "Yeah."

There was a moment of silence, but it wasn't as awkward as it could've been with the radiation of sunshine from Zeno's smile....Although maybe that made it more awkward, too, because Luvenia didn't quite know the context to his smile.

Despite that, their hands trembled a bit. "...Zeno...."

"You love him, don't you?" The yellow dragon tilted his head, closing his eyes.

"W-wh-" Luvenia's eyes widened. "H-how did...I mean....I don't..."

"Zeno won't tell." He shook his head, "But..." His expression changed once more. "You should think carefully about it."

"W...Think carefully? There's nothing to...."

"You are giving your heart to a man who has known nothing." Zeno lowered his voice. "The Blue Dragon is a quiet soul...A damaged one."

"I-I know that...I know." How could she not? Not after watching the scene that had resulted in his current state to begin with... "But that's even more so..."

"Hm?"

"That's even more so the reason to reach out like this...Isn't it? To show him warmth, even beyond the friends he's desired so long...?"

At this, Zeno gazed at them for a long while, and then....

"...Phew, Zeno is beat." Yawning anticlimactically, he looked a lot softer now. "Zeno will find Kija..."

"K...Kija?"

"To sleep next to!" Zeno smiled, and got to his feet now, moving away from the light of the fire....Luvenia watched him go, but soon looked down at the 'doll'....

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

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

When the light came up from the horizon, a groggy Luvenia came up from the grass.

"An all-nighter?" Yoon scolded the poor sleepless guy, "I knew you were reckless, but to work until you passed out..." He paused, and his eyes trailed to what Luvenia gripped, "And what on earth is that ugly thing? Don't tell me it's what you lost sleep over!"

"....." Luvenia blinked a few times, his ponytail all askew - well, more than usual... "A-ah, Shin-Ah..."

"Of course that's your first thought," sighed Yoon, "Thanks to your resident pretty boy genius, he survived the night. You can go see him after you -"

Well, whatever Yoon was saying, Luvenia didn't hear. She also didn't hear the annoyed shouts as she rushed to the masked man's tent...Where he was still lying rather stiff.

"...Sh-Shin-ah..." Luvenia dropped to their knees beside him, holding the doll in both hands. "I ...I know you can't hold this right now..."

"...L.....uv..."

"Don't stress yourself, Shin-Ah..." They shook their head. "I don't want you to..."

"...Luv...."

"I'll just leave this here and go, okay? Um...It's a gift. A get-well present..." Suddenly, a familiar fuzzy creatures popped out of Shin-Ah's white, fluffy wig. She stared up at Luvenia with big, shiny black eyes.

"...Hi Ao... Uh. Can I help you with something?"

The squirrel blinked.

"Luv...." Shin-Ah's fingers twitched. Apparently, saying his full name was a lot right now, but the sign of movement was good, right?

"Please, Shin-Ah...Get better, okay? I... I care about you. We all do, I mean -" What was he saying? "Just...Take care of yourself, okay? A-and let Yoon take care of you, and..."

His fingers twitched again. Ao squeaked, and scrambled down the mostly-paralyzed Shin-Ah to his hand. Somehow, Luvenia felt like this was some sort of...message? Hesitantly, he placed the metallic little figure into his crush's hand, and...The fingers half closed around it.

"Th.....an....k...you...." Shin-Ah's words got weaker, but...He seemed happy. Luvenia couldn't tell you how she knew that, though.

...Although she found it hard to pull her hand away now that it was so close to his.

[whitherliliesbloom]

💌 🍼 🌸 🎂 🕊️ for all!!!

Sweet and Pure asks [Accepting!]

YOU SPOIL ME IFNSIODF THANK YOU SO MUCH.

💌- diary or journal?

Answered here!

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

“Ah.. I can’t really pick one.. I um.. reminisce too much.. and I cherish all the memories I make, both the good and bad.

But... If I r-really had to choose.. Thinking back on how far everyone has come.. The very first meal we had after we defeated Emet-Selch... Not just our party, but with the scions too! There are many points in my life where I believed we were going to die... But with every battle, every step we take forward.. it just makes me more grateful that we’re still alive.. still here to fight the better fight.”

 🌸- what is your favorite flower?

Answered here!

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

“O-Oh.. W-well assuming that I can’t ask for more wishes...I would wish for an end to Garlean occupation in nations they’ve invaded.

My second wish.. I-I’d wish for any remaining ascians to stop their attempts at a rejoining! T-that may be selfish of me.. especially after... after I’ve learned much about their motives.. and why they would seek to destroy our star in order to restore their own.. B-but.. I-It is as Alphinaud said! Our lives... the memories we have of our homes.. It’s not any less important than the lives of the past that were lost!

O-Oh.. that got a little serious there.. but.. um.. I’d use my third wish.. to become stronger! Strong enough.. to be able to better protect others.. and be more useful. As I am now.. I’m just..n-n-not good enough.”

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

“A-ah.. Habits.. Um.. Well.. L-let’s see.. I tend to.. avoid crowds..? I-I have a habit of writing in my journal whenever I get a new task and... Um.. I-I visit the twin adders barracks a lot.”

// Illya’s never gonna tell you her actual body language / habits she uses to cover up her feelings.. so I have to. She avoids eye contact when she’s hiding something, typically by turning her head away or tilting her head down so her eyes are covered by the shadow cast by her bangs. Another bad habit she has is skipping meals, especially if she feels like she doesn’t have enough time in the day. Thirdly, she clenches her fist a lot when she’s angry or upset, bonus if she clenches a part of her clothing or holds her fist against her chest.

💌- diary or journal?

“I don’t really have either.. though maybe I should keep a journal after everyone’s tellin’ me how forgetful I am. Just seems like a pain in the ass havin’ to write every little detail in some grimy book wherever ya go.

A diary may be fun though. I just gotta write what I’m feelin’ into it and stuff, right? ‘Dear diary, slayed another primal today, wish I had some ale right now’. Hmm.. sounds kinda boring.”

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

“Our fight with Gaius made me realize there’s an adventurer in me that I never thought was there before. Before then, I was just doin’ this adventurin’ thing for the money.. and not really cause there was any other option either. Hunt or be hunted.. that sorta thing. Never considered myself the heroic type either..

But beatin’ the livin’ crap outta Gaius and that stinkin’ Ultima toy of his, and gettin’ to have Thancred’s thanks for freeing him from ascian control.. heh, it felt... fulfilling. Bein’ called a hero is fulfillin’. But I knew I’d have died if it weren’t for the others bein’ there with me as a team. I realized then that I liked em, and that I wanted to continue fightin’ by their side.”

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

“I’m not the sort that pays a ton of attention to flowers. You askin’ for Illya or somethin’? If I had to pick.. maybe somethin’ like Chrysanthemums? They’re the best for brewin’ tea after all, right?”

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

“Oh man! What wouldn’t I wish for?? Lots of money? Lotsa cute girls surroundin’ me? Gettin’ Laurelis to always make her dance partner for that sweet damage boost...? Actually forget that last one, I ain’t stingy. I share my buffs with my bro with the big magic damage too, he deserves it.

Hm? Oh, yeah I guess and world peace, or whatever.. As if this kinda three wishes thing will ever come true, though.”

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

“The pals say I have a bad habit of talkin’ in my sleep but I don’t know if that’s true. Do I look like the sorta guy who’d do that? Ahh.. Also non-bards out there probably can’t relate.. but I flex my fingers a lot durin’ down times. Hey, grippin’ a bowstring for hours on the field ain’t a joke. Takes a lot of strength outta your arms, and especially cramps up your fingers, even for a pro like me!

Oh right! I was told I laugh too loudly too! But ain’t my fault that my voice’s just trained to be bold like that! I’m a goddamn bard!”

💌- diary or journal?

“I keep a journal of my daily routines and tabs on scores I have left to settle.”

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

“Favorite memory? That’d be.. when I saw the old man smiling so warmly up at me for the first time in twelve summers, I suppose. And I owe that smile to Illya. This debt’s the only reason why I joined them, and I’d rather not elaborate much else on that.”

// To elaborate: his clan got into a heap of trouble. Illya and Laurelis meet him for the first time after hearing that the elder of the clan, Sigfred’s grandfather needed help to fight off a rival father. The elder is caught and nearly dies, but Illya saves him and even risks her own life to supply enough aether to sustain him. Before then, Sigfred was a bit of a jerk towards her. Since then however, he feels indebted to her and thus agreed to join the two and the scions after they learn he possesses the echo too. Of all the members of the Warriors of Light squad, he has the softest spot for Illya and never yells at her.

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

“Don’t have any. Do succulents count? They’re low maintenance.”

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

“Sounds too good to be true. What’s the catch?”

// Hardass will never tell you that he’d just need one wish, which is for everyone he loves and cares about to be safe and never be in sort of danger ever again. He wouldn’t bother with the other two wishes. Even if it means he has to be the sole person left to fight.

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

“....Tch. I guess I’m as they say - too ill-tempered and brash. Think I accidentally swore in front of a bunch of kids too, but it wasn’t on purpose. I’m not afraid to admit I’m a little too reliant on caffeine.”

💌- diary or journal?

“GUAHAHA! Foolish mortal.. you aim to peer into the mind of a tyrant lord?? The chaos that rages in my mind.. is not one any weak minds can hope to comprehend or understand! That one would think I’d be naive enough to pen my thoughts down into physical letters... HAH!”

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

“Twas many millenias ago that the almighty god of chaos before you conquered the very depths of hell and all of the underworld’s secret magicks! Hellfire rained, tundras roared! Not even the ruins of carteneau could hope to match the anarchy I left in the wake of my conquest!!”

// Real answer: When the squad finally drove the garleans out of doma. It was at that time he felt for the first time in years that he finally got closure on his painful past and moved on to a new family. It was also the first time he’s ever shown his true personality in front of them.

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

“Why, nothing symbolizes death and darkness better than the spider lily does it not?! I dare say the hues of its petals burn as red as the wrath I hold in my heart.”

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

“DEATH TO THE WORLD! THAT RUINATION BEFALL THIS WRETCHED EARTH! FOR ARMAGEDDON!”

// He’d wish for his family to be brought back to life, for the damage done to doma to be undone and for zenos’ death. Of all my OCs, Heisuke has the biggest personal grudge against the garleans, and it’s all funneled to zenos for being an extra big pain in the ass especially of all people. There’s also the fact that he genuinely believes Zenos dying would make the world a much better place.

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

“NONE! Ask not such impudent questions to the lord of tyrants ever again, mortal!”

// Heisuke’s biggest habit is being the biggest liar of any of my OCs, even more than Illya. He’s a natural at acting, even for roles he doesn’t necessarily want to do. Other things he does is hide his face behind a hood, partly for the same reason as Illya in which to hide his emotions, but partly also because it looks cool. Third habit’s that he sometimes bites his lips so hard when he’s angry that it starts to bleed.

[haurchefantblog]

Shadi'ra Amariyo

1. Shadi's anger is mostly proportionate to the situation. He doesn't like seeing people mistreated though and is sensitive to certain circumstances that make him react w more hostility.

2. Maybe not believe. He hopes? He really hopes there is someone out there for him whether it is a soulmate or not. Someone to ease his loneliness. He thinks it's a nice idea.

3. Bullies. He hates seeing the strong pick on those weaker than they are.

4. His happy place is a memory he made up as a child of his "real family" happy together in a modest home with a strong hearth". It was a thought that soothed him to sleep when he was little and at the "orphanage".

5. Maybe with Moss in LA Noscea. Her family unofficially adopting him. Future will be when Kokho finds him and brings him to his real family. Also when he saved Eorzea and finally felt like he did something right. Like his life mattered after all.

6. He was okay in the South Shroud with his caretaker but he wasn't happy because he didn't feel a sense of belonging. He ran away when he was about 14 and btwn then and meeting Moss when he was 16 were some really awful and rough years for him.

7. Shadi doesn't have money lol. He is generous with his friends but isn't looking to buy anyone's favor. He doesn't like others buying for him. He's been taken advantage of while drunk before so he doesn't trust ppl plying him with alcohol.

8. Before he was a rogue he was a scrapper and lost most fights so he has had fingers/hand broken, arm, and his nose.

9. Sometimes he wants to forget he had a family. It's painful to dwell on. The years in Limsa before he was under Moss' family's protection are also repressed often. I haven't gotten far enough in his story but there are definitely moments post arr that Will wreck his soul.

10. He remembers being about 4. His mother was still alive. He remembers crying and being held against her, and the warmth it brought him. He has not felt it since.

11. Quick to laugh, kind. Someone who doesn't make him feel less than. He's not got very high standards bc he's not been treated very well.

12. His first set of daggers given to him by Jacke when he joined the rogue's guild. Being allowed to join the guild meant the world to him and the daggers remind him of how far he's come but also that feeling of family and acceptance the guild provided for him.

13. His forehead tattoo. He thought it was a skin mark but it's ink and he has no recollection of getting it. He has on several occasion been very close to getting inappropriate tattoos in even more inappropriate locations. Moss' mom/Moss saved him every time.

14. Ear piercings. Tongue piercing. He loves piercings. He wants more.

15. A small humble home with a warm fire and a family that loves him. Preferably on the coast, but close, to a city.

16. He's a good cook. He picks up recipes really easily. He has very good instincts when it comes to timing and spices/portions.

17. Shadi is insecure about giving gifts, bc he never had much to give. He's definitely the type to poorly wrap up some money and call it a day.

18. He's actually really good at stealing and he knows he shouldn't be proud of it but he's so damn dextrous and nimble.

19. "he's weird and kind of annoying crybaby that talks too much"

20. "He's more intuitive than I would have guessed. Too intuitive. He's sharp." "He's a sweet boy with a sensitive heart. Cries a bit too much though" "He's got the makings of a true hero if he can stop holding himself back."

21. You name them he's got them. He's worried he's going to annoy or anger anyone that gets close to him so he kinda unwittingly keeps most at arms length despite desperately wanting connection. He's really worried he is going to end up failing as the WoL and become shunned again. He hates his thing eyebrows and that's why he started having moss draw them in for him.

22. Highest skill stat is probably speed. He had a lot of practice running out of harms way and the rogue’s guild honed that skill. His highest non physical stat is perception. To be honest even he doesn’t realize this but he has good instincts. Also a little bit of luck. His charm is hit or miss tbh. 

23. Depends on the lie. He could brush off smaller lies or white lies, but huge lies, even if they were for his “Safety/protection” it’s like..how could you sit there and look at him and do that to him? It’s more of a matter of character and if he trusts you and you lie, you broke that trust. 

24. Cold. He enjoys the cold. Rain or snow he’s not hugely fond of but he can deal with it. Heat kills him. The second he breaks out into a sweat he’s crying. Another reason he hates Forgotten Springs. 

25. He is bursting to say it but never has, that he can remember. He loves Moss/Moss’s mom. But he never really said the words. He tried to show it with actions. He’s definitely in the “actions speak louder than words” dept wrt that but he’d love to be able to say it. And he will one day ;)

26. He whines and cries all the time about random stuff but he doesn’t really confide in anyone. He confided in Moss but she never really understood the depth of it, which is probably why he did it. She felt safe to tell things to. He’s too insecure to bare himself to other people like that. 

27. Yes. He often doesn’t feel remorse when he’s witness “bad guys” die. When he’s killed in defense or for his work with the Scions. He will be devastated when Nanamo “Dies”. And Haurchefant, and Wilred, and all the people who die who touch him in some way and leave him alone again to deal with the pain of loss. 

28. Yeah under his arms and his ribs he’s super ticklish. 

29. He’s got an average pain tolerance. But he’ll start whining at the slightest pain anyway. 

30. He wishes he could really tell Kan-E Senna what he thinks of her “leadership” and the horrors that his kind has to face in the Shroud on a daily basis because she’s too up her own ass to deal with the ramifications of racism and prejudice in Gridanian society and too “pacifist” do to anything about it anyway. 

31. This boy can act right in polite society but he will need reminding. He’s gonna try and practically absorb his food. He’s a big chomper. 

32. He created this version of his abandonment as a child that his parents willfully abandoned him and left him alone and that’s how he came into the care of Amariyo and her half-baked orphanage. Other than that, he’s confessed a few times and most of them weren’t kind in their rebuffs. Jacke’s rejection was kind but it hurt the most. 

33. It’s not happened yet, but it involves G’raha Tia. :> Also probably Haurchefant taking him into his home after the events of the Feast. 

34. Touch would really suck for him. He’s a tactile person but honestly hearing would probably be really bad for his profession if he lost it. 

35. No he’s awkward and starts asking questions that are way too personal too soon. 

36. He would ask Urianger if he really talks like that or if he uses language as a barrier to separate him from others.

37. He would definitely like to travel to the past to see how he got separated from his parents. 

38. Moss and Jacke. Jacke saw his potential and helped him hone his skills which led him to becoming a Scion and helping take down the Imperials and defend Eorzea. Moss helped him be less lonely at a time when he was utterly alone and had no one. They both defined family for him. Later on, G’raha too will be family to him. The Exarch would probably be the answer later on bc of his influence in the past and then his fucking up his chance to finally beat Zenos. 

39. Shadi never wants to be alone again. No one to depend on and no one to share your life with? He can’t handle it. 

40. Asahi scares the shit out of him. He’s so fucking delusional and twisted he can’t comprehend that level of unhinged. Zenos scares him because the concept of killing is like a fun thing to him and there is something wrong with someone who thinks like that. It’s unnerving. He’s also scared of Raubahn bc he doesn’t want to ever be embarrassed in front of him. Raubahn is his hero. He’s also scared of Yda. She’s too dumb to be a Scion he thinks she must have used some evil spell to put on the Scions he doesn’t understand. She’s clearly a witch or something he steers clear of her. 

[astrxealis]

hi... i'm thinking about zenos. i love his character sm.

[petri808]

Will we be seeing anymore Hakona fics from you anytime soon?? 0.0 Love your writing and your Kyoru fics lately!

🥰 thank you anon! I write when I can or when I get inspiration. And I’m really sorry for the late response, it’s been crazy irl, but I whipped this up for you :)

Together As One, Not Alone

Hakyona drabble

Since they would be near the area, Yun asked the group if it would be okay to check on Ik-Soo. Of course it would be, Yona had responded to the question. It had been quite some time since Yun had seen the soothsayer and besides, a short break in a relatively hidden place would be wonderful after all they had been through recently.

As expected, the place was in a total disarray, but even more surprising, Ik-Soo was in good health and spirits too. He almost seemed stronger than they had remembered. But when questioned, he just smiled, saying the Gods have been kind to him and that the future was bright for their Kingdom.

Hak scoffs, how could he be so sure when their enemies still held the throne.

“After a meal,” Ik-Soo smiles, “I will tell you more.” Then he bursts into tears and hugs Yun. “I missed you and your cooking!” Ik-Soo sobs unabashedly as the surprised young man grumbles and everyone chuckles. Stronger yes, but still the same ‘ole Ik-Soo.

A small feast was made with everyone pitching in. Jae-ha, Shin-ah, and Hak secured game and fish. While Yona, Kija, and Zeno find a few edible plants for Yun to cook with. Topped off with some high quality baijiu Jae-ha had managed to secure, it was turning into a very relaxing evening.

With everyone sitting around the hearth full and satiated, Hak brings up the last topic. “So, tell us more,” he sips his drink, “what did the Gods say to make you so happy?”

“It was of a destined tale full off heartache and strife...”

“Sounds miserable...” Hak mumbles and is quickly elbowed by Yona to keep quiet.

“... but also of strength and a perfect love that would guide this Kingdom for another century or more.” Ik-Soo grins. “I knew of much of the events of your lives, but the Gods have finally revealed the entire scheme to me. I cannot tell you everything, but now that you’ve realized your feelings for one another, I can tell you a little more of your tale.”

The rest of the group snickers, but Hak and Yona just sit there bright faced and in shock. How the hell did Ik-Soo know?! It’s a dumb question considering he knows all, but still the young couple were taken aback by it.

Zeno pipes in absolutely giddy. “Please, please tell us more!”

Again, Ik-Soo smiles and calmly continues. “Everyone’s paths are set into motion, a destiny if you will, that even when diverged from for short periods of time, will inevitably resume its course once more.”

He turns to Hak, staring the young man dead in his eyes, “though tragic it was to lose your birth family, it led you into the Wind tribe and Mundok’s care. This in turn led you to Yona,” he smiles at the Princess now, “as a protector, a partner, and eventually as the one who would sit beside her to bring peace to the people of this Kingdom.”

At this point everyone was just completely enamored with what Ik-Soo was telling them. Granted, it wasn’t surprising, except to maybe Hak and Yona who still denied much of their relationship’s reality.

Hak scoffs, destiny? Really? The idea of his life being led by something intangible was hard to fathom for his logic based mind. It’s as if he’s being told he was born to...

“Yes,” Ik-Soo cuts through Hak’s internal monologue. “Son Hak, your path has always been towards the two loves of your life, this Kingdom and the Princess.”

Jae-ha snickers and punches the thunder beasts shoulder. “Time you two get with the program! You love her, she loves you, we’re gonna take back this Kingdom, and everything’s gonna be great!”

“It will be wonderful again...” Zeno rocks his body with his arms weaved around his knees, reminiscing of a long ago time. “I’ve lived long for this moment.”

All throughout the story, Yona had sat quietly. She no longer doubted any of it, but was she really ready for what Ik-Soo was telling her?

“Princess Yona, do you remember when we first met and you felt you needed to figure out who and what you were before you could really do anything for your people? Since then, you have grown so much, have learned so much.” Ik-Soo smiles, “the strength you have now, shows you are ready. And remember you are not alone. They,” he gestures to the others, “are your support. Together as one, not alone, is how you will save this Kingdom...”

Later that evening, after everyone goes to sleep, Hak sneaks away into the surrounding forest to the river. It had been a lot of information to take in, in one night and he needed to think. He didn’t want to believe that this was all some grand plan, but he couldn’t deny how everything really did lead to this moment. Even the pain had a purpose.

He sits down near the waters edge, stretching out his legs and closing his eyes to the moon’s rippling glow. Hak sighs, it had never been his intentions to become a King, only to be Yona’s protector. To love her, even if it had been one-sided, for the rest of his life. Was that really something he was ready for?

A crackle in the brush alerts him. Hak turns to see Yona walking out of the tree line. “Couldn’t sleep either?” She queries with a small smile. He shakes his head and goes back to staring forward, reclined, propping his body up with his arms behind him.

Yona sits down next to Hak and closes her eyes briefly to let the soft white glow bathe her. “Hak, do you... do you think I’m really ready like Ik-Soo said?”

“I’ve always thought you were. But he’s right, you’ve come so far since leaving the castle...” Hak tilts his head, side-eying her with a glint, “You’re no longer that spoiled brat.”

“Oof!” Yona punches his arm. “Yeah, w-well you loved that spoiled brat too!”

Hak leans over and grabs her hand for the second blow, “you’re right, I did.” He narrows his eyes, “But I’ve come to love this stronger Princess even more.”

“Yona...” she breathes out as her cheeks flush, “call me by my name, I-I wanna hear you say my name.”

He moves into a full upright sitting position. “I thought you didn’t want me to forget...”

Her eyes crinkle at the edges as a sweet smile graces her face, “that was then. I know in my heart you’ll never forget my father and who I am. But now, I just want you to see me...” Yona looks down, “as a potential wife. I might not make a good one,” remembering his jokes about her, “but I’d do my best..”

Oh wow, was that still bothering her? Hak runs a hand down his face and laughs, “Yona, you’re the only girl I would ever marry.” He lifts her chin and chuckles, “whether you could do laundry or not. You’re stuck with me.”

“Does this mean I’m your betrothed now?” Yona asks meekly, her face flushing a deeper red. “If we really do get back home... I want you to be the King.”

That word causes Hak to pause again, ���King,’ how is he really King material? Would he do a good job? His brows furrow in contemplation. He still wasn’t sure of that burden.

But Yona, sensing Hak’s trepidation, grabs his hand. “Stop doubting yourself! Destiny aside, Hak I know you’ll be great! You’re a natural leader, look at how the men on the battle field love you! Even my father...” moisture clouds her vision, “trusted you with his most precious thing. That alone should tell you how important you always were to this Kingdom.”

Hak is taken aback by Yona’s outburst. She really believes in him! He grabs her hand back, “Fine! If I have to stop doubting myself, then so do you! You‘ve become every bit the Queen I knew you could be!”

As they stare each other down, willing each other to just believe, it’s Yona that cracks first. She laughs and leans her forehead against their joined hands. “Hak did you ever think this is where we would end up one day?”

“No,” he mumbles.

Yona looks up, cupping his cheek with a soft smile. “Me neither, but I’m glad we did.”

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[honeyandfiregame]

Day's pov when he finds out mc is being abused while he's in love with them could be interesting? :o

Put under the cut for violence, mentions of abuse of course, no happy ending, and for length (3.5k words. Also I did not edit this in the slightest and there’s definitely mistakes.)

In this line of work, whatever way you try to live, life provides you an aesthetic. It doesn’t care who you try to be, it knows who you are. A style that bleeds into the cracks and solidifies, marking you like a second skin. An identifier of your being. Who are you. How lonely you are.

You can wear your longcoat, your hat, the boots sturdy enough to stomp someone’s skull in. You can wear the scowl on your face and the tightness in your muscles. You can put up your fronts, but the truth is always the devil in the details.

They’ll see the whole picture, but they won’t see the tears in the seams of your coat repaired again and again, the bloodstains too dark to be seen in the black fabric of your hat. They won’t see the shine behind your glare, the emotions kept in check, or the fact the tightness in your muscles has had you incapable of unclenching your jaw for almost 20 years. Or all the years of running and fighting that dulled the leather and weathered the sturdy heels of those boots.

And how those weathered heels are now grinding into the cheek of someone who deserves a little more than a skull-stomping.

Day’s eyes are cold, nearly completely dull and dead. His mouth and ears shut to the world, his heart unbeating in his chest; he hasn’t the energy to spare for worthless scum.

The man cries out against the pressure, one hand wrapped around Day’s ankle, the other trying to find purchase further up his leg, trying and failing to remove the weight that’s now shifted to his throat. A frown finds its way to Day’s face at the feeling.

“You don’t have permission to touch me, swine,” he growls. Memories swirl in his mind, half blown out of his head with the force of his bloodied rage.

But it’s not the usual memories, no, for the past hour he’s actually been trying to force those memories back into his head. For once. If only because the fear-induced dissociation would keep his anger in check from the actual memories taken hold of him for the time being.

Memories of you. The tears you thought he didn’t notice, the excuses you gave. To him. Your best friend. That’s not a title he’s given willingly before. And now you’re lying to him, lying with bruises on your skin and all because of…

Day’s head slowly tilts, the red of his eyes nearly vanished in the black as he stares with dilated pupils down at the gallows walker pinned under his boot.

Him.

He did this. He made you hurt, he made you cry, he made you feel like you need to lie to your friends.

Day’s heart would twist if it didn’t already feel like it’s leapt halfway up his throat.

“I never liked humans much.” His mouth is disconnected from his cognizance, no command given for the words that are falling out. Though, that’s not out of the ordinary for him. “But I work with a few of them. Good people… so I always felt bad for thinking that.”

His foot finally removes itself from the throat of the man, who begins to choke and gasp with the gratefulness of someone who doesn’t know what’s coming. Day jerks back a step, raising a hand to wipe some of the blood from his chin. It might be his, but it’s probably not. Although his claws have no doubt shredded up his palms by this point. He swallows down the tremor in his throat that threatens to shake his hard tone. Why does everything that has to do with you do that to him?

“But you… people like you.” A woman’s face, with the deepest of red hair and the sharpest of shark’s smiles, appears in his mind for just a brief moment and he’s safe. There’s no tremble in his dead tone. “People like you serve to remind me why I never fucking liked humans, just certain people.”

He can’t help the way his frown deepens, eyebrows drawing together, like he’s staring at something disgusting. It’s because he is. And every second facing the man who not only stole your heart but shattered it feels like Day’s own heart is dying. If he could be certain he had one anymore.

But then again… perhaps it’s you who proved there’s still something beating in his chest. Weakly, ever since he watched you choose another man, but still there.

Day shakes the thought away. Not the time to get soft now. He focuses his eyes and mind on the bleeding mess of a human crumbled on the ground at his feet.

“I’m wondering if I ought to keep beating you into the ground or…”

He doesn’t even get to finish his sentence when the sorry excuse chokes, spluttering words between spatters of blood.

“W-wait! Please, I’ll-I’ll stay away from them! I promise!” His begging just makes Day’s throbbing headache worse. “We’ll break up, if that’s what you want! Just… just let me go…”

Wait…

Day tilts his head like a curious dog. His eyes are as cold as ever.

“Do you… think you’re getting out of this alive?” The words come with a tint of confusion, a furrow in his brow, a genuine realization that he hadn’t yet killed the hope within this man.

“Oh, no, no…” he breathes, crouching down. He reaches out and, with the gentlest of touches, drags his finger through the blood smeared across the bastard’s face. “I don’t think you realize just what you’ve done. You see, I won’t… I don’t let people like you live.”

He leans closer, ever so gently, perhaps even with the impression of someone loving, cupping a bruised cheek. He’ll pretend a primal, sadistic part deep inside of him doesn’t shiver with pleasure at the way the man’s eyes widen, fear blooming in huge pupils.

“Never have, never will. And I can’t lie and say this isn’t about them.” He taps black claws against a vulnerable temple. “But I also know what people like you deserve and since there doesn’t seem to be anyone else who’ll give it to you, I’ll be the one to do it.”

He drags a claw sharpened to a point across the man’s throat, watches the way it moves with a nervous swallow, watches the absolute terror that sprawls his features. Like a person seeing a real, true monster.

The thought makes Day smile.

Because that’s what he is.

“Because I’m a bad person. Not unlike you.”

***

The silence is suffocating and that’s not a feeling Day usually has. Typically the silence is a soothing balm on a bruised, dissociated mind. Now it’s just a reminder of what’s to come.

And what’s to come has him nervously shaking his leg, digging his nails into his upper arms.

Consequences trail actions; how many times is he going to learn that? Eventually, he’s going to have to start thinking before he acts.

…

Yeah, no, he’ll burn in all seven Hells before he does that.

Besides, he holds no regret. He did that for you. And for him. And for every man, woman, and child that’s suffered at the hands of another.

Hells, when did he get so righteous…

But more importantly than that, he did it for you. For an angel like you, you deserve only the best the world has to offer. Which wasn’t that guy… which might not be him either.

Just as a sigh escapes him, a hand comes down on his shoulder. He jolts, a rush of adrenaline having his fingers aching with the urge to lengthen his nails to claws.

“Settle yourself.” The familiar deep voice has Day relaxing before the sentence is finished. “This isn’t going to get easier anytime soon.” But that doesn’t.

Zenos moves around the desk to basically fall into his chair, leaning back with a sigh. Day watches him with a careful, scrutinizing eye.

“You look tired,” he says without a further thought.

Zenos smiles, which only serves to highlight the exhausted evidence on his features of the all nighter he pulled. “I wonder who caused that,” he replies levelly, idle smile stuck in place.

Day at least has the sense to not reply.

He watches as Zenos leans forward to shuffle about some papers on his desk. It’s hard not to notice the way his eyes are being avoided.

“You’re angry at me,” he states and tries to ignore the way saying that aloud makes his stomach twist.

“As a matter of fact”—Day jumps at the slam of a book on the desk—“I am beyond angry at you.”

Zenos stands, like there’s so much energy in his rant he can’t sit any longer. “I am so thoroughly pissed at you for what you’ve done, I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Zenos slams his hands on the desk and Day presses himself back into his chair. His default stoic expression suddenly becomes an effort to maintain as Zenos leans forward, eyes narrowed into a glare. “I don’t know what to do with you. This is one of the worst things you’ve ever done.”

“I’ve done worse.” That sounded weak even to him. And not at all helpful.

“No, Day, you haven’t. You’ve done a lot, all of it really bad, and I forgave you. I didn’t give up on you, I still put up with you. But this is…”

Day sets his jaw, hardening his stare as well as his heart for what he knows is coming.

“Look, I understand.” And that definitely wasn’t it. Day clears his throat, awkwardly shifting in his seat as he finds himself now unsure what to do with the new wall he built for what he expected to be a lot more painful.

Zenos continues, ignoring Day’s sudden discomfort, “You’re not the only one who noticed what was going on. I saw it too, and I wanted to…”

He sighs, coming around the desk to lean on it in front of Day. His voice has dropped to a soft tone that has Day shifting again. “I care about them too. I don’t want to see them hurt. I know why you did it, but Day… there are other ways to handle things.”

Except when you don’t know any other way, because pain and violence is the only way you were taught. To give and to receive, until tears and blood is all you know, until it turns fatal.

Day’s teeth feel like they’re going to crack, his jaw clenched so damned tight.

“I have to punish you for this, you know? But this is so far over the line I haven’t figured out what I’m going to do.”

“You can’t do this again, Day.” Zenos’ eyes are too sincere as he speaks. “And I say that because I know you and I know you would do it again in a heartbeat.”

That’s true. Day’s already thinking back on it, the satisfaction of crushing that bastard’s life in his hands. He would do it again and again to keep you safe, he always will.

A silence falls, Day neither having the words nor the energy to respond. It’s uncomfortable for many reasons, but if Day were to hazard a guess, Zenos might be the most uncomfortable dealing with this situation when his oldest friend is involved. He wants to get angry at him for breaking their promise. But Day knows Zenos enough to know the naive, incredibly sweet dumbass really thought it would never come to this, not to mention the circumstances that lead to this…

He doesn’t know what to do or how to feel and he probably just wishes the whole situation never happened so he never has to deal with it. Being a responsible adult sucks. It’s another bruise beneath the surface of Zenos’ skin.

A sigh breaks him out of his thoughts and he looks up as Zenos pushes himself off the desk.

“You are suspended for now and you will need to go home while I think of just what can make up for what you’ve done… I hope you realize how incredibly lucky you are that no one suspects you and I can keep the Guard off your back.” Day gives a short nod, swallowing down his gratitude as a rock forms in his stomach. He has a bad feeling about what’s going to happen next. And he was right to feel like that, because the hardened mask of a leader has melted and now there’s nothing but pity on Zenos’ face.

“There’s someone else who needs to speak with you before you leave. I will leave you two to sort this out alone.”

Yeah, there it is. That gut-wrenching feeling that has Day wanting to scratch scars into his wrist again.

“No…” He finally speaks, but it’s a broken whisper, nearly inaudible, and Zenos doesn’t hear it. There’s no salvation he can offer even if he had, anyway.

And then the door shuts and then Day is alone. In silence. In the calm before the storm. With discomfort layering an itch on the surface of his skin, making him shift again. Uncomfortable. Nerves. Hard to breathe.

Is this what the verge of a panic attack feels like? Has he had one of those before? Probably… He prefers the dissociation, which is unfortunately not gracing his mental health today. Gods damn it all.

He doesn’t have time to ponder it further. The slam of the door behind him nearly causes him to break the arm of the chair off. A chill shoots up his spine.

“I cannot believe you.”

He doesn’t know the word to describe the emotion in your voice, but it’s not good. It’s not good.

Okay, calm down. Breathe in, do not breathe out. Straighten up; shoulders back, spine stiff. Kill your emotions, end them, make them cry for Mommy. Now breathe out. Slow. Unnoticeable.

The mask slips on too easily.

“This is the worst thing you’ve ever done.”

People really seem keen on calling him out for that today. Shoving the shadowy remnants of his feelings back into the closet, Day rises to his feet and brushes down his pants.

“Is it?” If he bothered to feel anything, he might even pride himself on the dark, steady tone his deep voice settles into with ease. But that all crumbles away as he turns to face you. His eyes widen just a fraction before he catches himself.

It’s not the massive bruise peeking out from the collar of your shirt, he already knew about that, he already got angry about that. It’s that that’s… not an expression he’s ever seen on your face before. He can’t name that emotion either, but it’s not… it’s really not good. You look… more than broken. Your eyes are the same as the pair he sees in the mirror.

The mask slips with the slight tremble of his jaw but he firmly shoves it back in place with a smear of blood.

You step closer and his mettle further bends as he gets a look at the shine of tears in your eyes. “I can’t believe you did this.”

“You already said that,” he rasps.

“Day.” Your tone makes him clamp his mouth shut.

He shuffles back a couple of steps, trying to escape the bubble of tension created around you two. It doesn’t work.

“I thought you were my friend.” The words are nothing more than the whisper of someone trying to hold back tears. Day’s gaze flicks down towards the floor.

“I am your friend…” That, too, sounded weak even to him. And maybe it’s only true on his side, he realizes.

“You…” And there’s the incredulous look. “You think you’re still my friend after you ruined everything like this? Day, I can never forgive you.” And now it’s anger. “You are so beyond fucked I can’t believe I ever trusted you in the first place. You know, I used to think you actually had some decency in you, buried deep inside. Deep, deep inside. Buried under all that broody bullshit!” And that anger has born a vicious glare. “I guess I was wrong.”

Okay, that’s enough.

Day closes the gap in one long stride. You jump as his hand moves so fast you can’t stop him, yanking open your shirt enough to expose the ugly, colorful bruises all across your collarbone.

“I did it because I care,” he hisses. “Deeply. Because he put these bruises there and that’s so fucking wrong, of course I did something about it. You deserve so much better.”

You stare at him, shellshocked, swallowing in disbelief or from maybe his sudden proximity. It only lasts a moment before you bat away his hand and try to recompose yourself. “Who are you to say what I-”

“Because I’m your best friend,” he cuts you off, placing both hands on your shoulders as if that’ll show you how serious he is right now. “I know what you deserve because I’ve been watching you. I watched you pull yourself out of the rubble, only to have some bastard who has no clue about what you’ve been through come and just fucking pile it back on top!”

His mettle breaks. The mask slips off and shatters to the ground and he knows all you can see is every emotion he thought he’d buried under the floorboards, exposed, completely naked and raw on his face.

“I know you deserve the best,” he continues. His voice cracks, so little range to deal with the influx of emotion he never allowed before. “That’s all I wanted for you. I wasn’t going to do anything if you were happy, because that’s all I wanted for you. I wanted to see you smile, in the arms of someone who loves you like I-”

The words slam to a halt in his throat as his brain finally plays catch up. Fuck… this is why he needs to work on his impulse control. He gets it now. Fuck.

Day yanks his hands back, stumbling a step back and straightening himself up. The way you’re looking at him… no, no, he never wanted to see that.

Fuck.

Fuck…

Fuck it.

“Who loves you like I do,” he finishes and finally breaks his own heart. Bandage off. Knife in his throat. It’s better to end it now.

He doesn’t meet your wide-eyed stare, but he does flinch when you whisper his name. It’s too late, isn’t it?

“I just… wanted to protect you,” he says, barely above a whisper. “So you can pick yourself back up. There’s no one out willing to protect people like us, so we have to…”

It’s like you don’t even hear him, you’re so focused on staring at him. Slowly, you reach out. You don’t make contact, like he’s a fragile glass ornament holding your fascination, at least that’s what he thinks he sees in your face.

“Day, are you…”

His hand flies to his face and he feels the wetness of his cheeks at his fingertips. Gods damn it all. He takes a breath to steady himself, as if he can get back any of his stoicism now.

“I’m sorry. All I can do is offer you an apology because I can’t take back what I did… And I wouldn’t if I could, anyway.” There’s too much finality in his words and he can see you thinking the same. It’s too late. “I am sorry. For being in love with you. And for ruining you.”

His jaw trembles again.

“I’m not a good person. I don’t know gentleness or loving. I think I only know hurt and I think I heard once you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” The wry smirk feels as broken as it probably looks. “So, I will stop crossing the line. I will let you handle your life the way you want to and I will leave you alone. For good.”

He brushes past you, you’re left so frozen in place, processing what he’s already said. He stops, hand on the doorknob, when your voice drifts from behind him.

“Day… What are you trying to say?”

He doesn’t look back, he just twists the doorknob with more aggression than he should.

“I’m leaving Amveros.”

He doesn’t hear what your response, he doesn’t listen. He keeps walking.

In this line of work, whatever way you try to live, life provides you an aesthetic. Life gives you the tears in your clothes, the weathered look of your shoes, the dead look in your eyes, the bruises and scars on your skin.

Life does that. Life puts the bruises and scars on your skin. People aren’t supposed to do that. That’s what he always thought. And that’s what he’ll continue to think.

This is another scar for you. You still have enough space on your skin for them. But he just closed the door on his final scar.

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SHIPPING INFO !! ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER?:

DISTRA/HIS DEAD HUSBAND. But seriously. They were so in love and their relationship was so important to Distra.. I mean that’s why his name is that right now!!! Fellahs!!!!!!! Is it gay to take your dead husband’s name because you’re so guilty over his death which was caused by you but you won’t admit it????? God I’m sad. Otherwise I don’t really h a v e any other OTPs for Distra? His husband was the OTP.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:

Pretty much anything honestly. I’m more ehhh towards abusive relationships but its something I’ll write so long as I’m comfortable with the mun. But I much prefer dangerous to themselves and to others trope (cough) zenos.... obviously won’t rp any non-con or underage cause that’s fuckin nasty. gtfo

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

25 at the youngest I think? Distra is 31 years old and the image of him dating anyone who is 20 years old... is weird. I don’t like that. No established man should be dating a 20yo come on. As for older I don’t really have much of a preference. 

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

Yes. Especially with this character.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NS/FW?:

If any sexual organs are brought into the mix then its NSFW. Readmore and tagged. 

WHO ARE OTHER THE CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?:

I’ve been throwing around stuff with Lily and Helig for an OT3 around on Discord a lot but nothing actually legitimately roleplayed. But its fun, and I have a lot of feelings ;w;. Otherwise in the FF14 world I guess you can say I kinda ship him with Aymeric and/or Estinien???? The classic Elezen husbands if you will. But like (shrugs). 

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

Yeah, preferably. I mean if things just happen to naturally develop I don’t mind if it just happens. But I would HIGHLY PREFER if people come to my IMs and give me a boop about it. 

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:

Shipping for me is the icing on the cake. It isn’t necessary for any RP to be a good time which is why when it happens I’m like oh! Neat! Otherwise its a here or there kind of thing.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

Not really? I mean if I ship with you I’ll talk to you about it... A LOT.... but otherwise not so much otherwise :p

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:

more or less. I practice ship exclusivity because I don’t want people to get jealous. So say I ship with a Thancred. That will be THE ONLY THANCRED I ship with. 

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

Elidibus/Zenos..... x_x Also runar/y’shtola is VERY NICE too. God i love my cattes.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

Hit my inbox? Lets talk about it! We won’t know if it works or not if you don’t approach me about it lol! 

TAGGED BY: @andurinn tyty

TAGGING: YOU!!!