#he sends you home with a hand woven basket.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Viking! König

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Viking! König Headcanons

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Viking König who starts making sharper weapons to slaughter his enemies

Viking König who has a soft spot only for his wife. You came from a different village, one that König is known for “collecting their tax” for his protection. You were part of an arranged marriage because your family couldn’t pay him, so you where the payment

Viking König who won’t let anything happen to you. You both grew to love each other

Viking König has a bit of that dad body with a bit of muscle to him

Viking König who is covered in traditional tribal tattoos for his bravery as a warrior and clan leader

Viking König who lives kind of secluded from everyone else but everyone knows where to find him if anything happens

With that being said Viking König like to take baths in the river with you naked joining him in the same river you both washing dirt off each other and it leads into something more

Viking König has started to like walking around his home naked or half naked and likes for you to join him

Viking König who loves seeing your face, moaning his name or placing your small hands on his lower stomach knowing he is way bigger than you and you look sexy as hell under him

Viking König who’s favorite position is missionary because he loves seeing your face while you are under him taking him so well

Viking König who carries you on his arm showing you off in a way, you are all giddy when he flexes and you are slightly raised up

Viking König who treats you like the Queen or Princess you are. You sit on his lap in the great dining hall with the entire clan. He let’s you eat from his plate that was more of a feast than anything

Viking König who eats you out on the big table with the clan members acting like nothing is happening

Viking König loves being home and sees his wife walking around the home nothing but bare skin

Viking König who loves you laying on the warm furs on your shared bed

“How could you look so beautiful?” You just shrug at his comment

Viking König who loves seeing you get off with nothing but your fingers, your warm bodies finally getting close to each other and he starts to help you out

Viking König who hates being interrupted while his time with you

“Someone better be dying!” König yells.

Viking König who is intimidating, buff, cold, ruthless, and cruel, the little time he has with you and it gets interrupted by someone he’s pissed

Viking König who sits on his throne as a traitor was amongst his clan

Viking König who lets the traitor take an axe to the face and head and then goes back to you

Viking König who starts wanting a child

Viking König who takes his time with the baby making till you were comfortable with the idea of having to carry a baby around in you for 9 months

Viking König who treats you like you were glass. His hands always holding you as you tried to move around the clan

Viking König who scares off all the man who thought you looked even more sexier when you were pregnant

“How dare they look at you?” König growls while looking down at you

“I’m okay, König,” you tell him, patting his arm.

Viking König who becomes a tad jealous of your baby always latched to you

Viking König who is seen as the best father

Viking König who takes your sons hunting for the first time. He shows your son how to shot a bow, it started out with fish and he made his way to start hunting turkey and deer next

Viking König who sees your daughters making things out of leaves and flowers. Flower crowns, and woven baskets, he like carrying them around for her as she collects her materials for more things to make

Viking König who sends his kids to bed early because he loves to have his time with you, making love to you and kissing every square inch of your body just hear your soft moans

Viking König who loves having date night in a stream of water naked with you, you two drinking and it became very heated in the water

Viking König who likes to play with his children, having a lot of kids and he spends all of his time with them the best her could

Viking König who gets caught in the middle of his daughters braiding his hair, putting flowers in his hair, curling his hair with pinecones and they pretended to give him more tattoos

Viking König who plays 'hide and seek' with his sons, showing them how to not get caught by the enemy and how to be sneaky when also hunting.

"I found you Leon," König says, pointing an arrow at his son hiding behind a tree.

"Dad~" he groans, coming out from behind the tree.

"I saw you Claus," he comes out from the tree, that Leon was behind.

"Felix, go wash up, your mother will hate seeing you covered in mud. If I can see you, your enemy will too," König says as he walked back to his home with his boys behind him.

Viking König who starts training himself to get ready for when he has to leave you and his children for a battle

Viking König who hates when he has to leave, he's leaving you to handle 5 kids on your own

Viking König who started a big feast before he has to leave

[milkzoro]

don’t wanna miss you cry

warnings/tag : MDNI, smut with plot, pussy eating, foreshadowing, missionary, brainwashing, manifesting, possession, idk how to tag this tbh T_T

summary: fic heavily inspired by song the first punch - ptv // “and it’s good enough to make me wanna fall in love… why can’t we just be friends”

☆彡

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you’ve found yourself on a spring island, the weather is perfect and the greenery is so beautiful. you walk up to the cute island market picking up and examining the fruit they have for sale. you gathered a few making your woven basket heavier in your arms. “excuse me, miss! excuse me! you’re a such beautiful lady. the kind of beauty that makes my heart skip a beat! do you have some time for me? i want to have a chat with you~” you turn your head to look at the cute blond. you thought his words were some type of trickery for a scam but you decided to hear him out. “hm yea. i have some time.” you coo. retracting your hands from the fruits before you.

sanji’s heart stopped for a moment, his ears going warm and pink. he didn't think you would actually entertain him. but he keeps his demeanor calm and relaxed. he smiles and puts his hand over his heart, then bows before you to introduce himself.

“pretty miss, my name is sanji.. the cook for the strawhat pirates. what a rarity to meet such a gem like you. so, what's your name?”

skeptical of his intentions, you hesitated with your answer. unsure whether to tell him your real name or not. something about him though, maybe you would give him your real name. he was kind of endearing. “my names y/n. it’s nice to meet you.. s-sanji?” you reach to shake his hand.

he takes your hand and kisses it softly...
“y/n-san~” he looks at your hand then back up at you... “you have such beautiful hands... may i ask for more of you?” his lips curl up into a cute little smirk as he comes closer to you.

such a gentleman? you thought. you haven’t had someone approach you like this like… ever. though, it did feel nice having the attention of such an attractive looking guy. “more of me huh?” you giggle. “what? you wanna take me back to your place sanji-kun?” you were amused with yourself. you were never this bold, but something switched within you, maybe it was him.

“y/n-san...” he moves a little closer towards you. “i think we should be alone...” he gives you a sinful smile, and as you look into his eyes, you feel your breath being stripped away... “may i take you somewhere where we can be alone?”

you feel you heart pounding as he moved close to you. his smile was so inviting and his voice so gentle... he was doing something to you, never would you have imagined that fruit shopping would lead to maybe considering going home with some cook. the way he looked at you made your mind run like wild.

“yn-san...” he moves even closer towards you, cold fingers lift to touch your burning cheeks. “won’t you come with me mademoiselle? i’ll take good care of you~”

~

the blond was faced between the softeness of your thighs. eating and licking up your folds like it was his life’s only mission. slurping noises poured from him as he suckles on you a bit harder. he takes hold of your thighs as he feels you struggling to fuck yourself on his face.

“stay still mellorine” he pinches your skin. he want you to really feel him.

you whine for him trying to focus your breaths. the tingling in your clit intensifies as he pecks at it ever so softly. “haah- sanji mm close~” you take a full grip of his soft locks of hair, tugging him just hard enough. he groans, sending deep vibrations to your core. taking a firmer grip on him, you pull to control where his tongue is. he winces at how tender his scalp feels, he would never complain though. he is in a state of bliss.

he can feel the tremors within your cunt. wanting to get you there, he takes two of his fingers and fucks them slowly against your g spot. his fingers scissor and piston themselves in and out of you while still toying with your clit in his lips. “you taste so sweet y/n-san~. squirt on my face baby.” his voice is trembling, eyes black with lust. “i crave you~” watching your eyes squint and tear up while your whining his name has his cock wet and jumping. his hips roll into the mattress trying to get some sort of relief. he had so much energy for you but you were unaware of what was to come.

~

it’s been a little bit since you’ve seen your cute blond toy. he is so intoxicating but you had to make sure to tell him that this was just a fun little thing, just hookups. sanji definitely knew how to take care of you, his dick game was strong, and his aftercare? otherworldly. but you can’t help shake the feeling that he may be just a little bit psychotic.

“sanji? are you telling people that i’m your girlfriend?” you’ve heard from his crewmate zoro that he’s been blabbering all round the island saying how the two of you were made for each other, or something like that.

“yeah... yeah i am.” he confesses. “we are an amazing pairing, and the world needs to know about it.” he smirks to himself, he looks so proud.

“why? don’t you want others to know you are my girlfriend?”

you sigh deeply to yourself, taking your head in your hands. “no sanji, i told you this. we are just fucking. remember?” sanji has no idea what you’re talking about. every time he sees you it’s just angelic harps bombarding his inner monologue.

maybe he does recall what you’ve said. well, you can't deny y/n-san. all our nights together, seeing you clench around me so perfectly~ hearing your filthy moans, it’s all proof that we really are made for each other~ so, i am going to make you my girlfriend. he thinks to himself but lies straight through his teeth when he tells you he’s sorry and won’t ever do it again. you accept his apology.

“okay good!” you were so relieved he didn’t make it such a big deal. “so i’ll see you tonight then?” you giggle as you reach to join your arms with his. his heart pounded rapidly as he tried to contain himself while having you in his arms.

he agreed with you and kissed you goodbye.

-

things were starting to feel different though, you had the feeling of eyes on you the rest of the day as you were out shopping. you had to stop yourself from frequently looking over your shoulder in hopes to stop making you feel… insane. nothing a little lunch couldn’t fix. sanji would usually make whatever you craved but you had to stop him. he was making things ‘too much’. things were starting to feel a bit too much like a relationship for your liking. nothing could ever compare to his cooking but it needed to be this way. hearing him sing your name as he platted everything you enjoyed out in front of you, it made you feel guilty. never having been cared for like this made you feel strange, undeserving almost. you didn’t know why but you just regressed those feeling back like always. things shortly came to an end with his services, you were avoiding him for anything that wasn’t just sex.

the island has a seafood bar, it wasn’t much but if the locals loved it, who were you to say anything. you walk to an available table with your plate of foods and take a seat.

a man sits down with his own plate beside you. he watches your movements intently, but does not engage. he notices you’re not from here and must be visiting. still, his unharmed eye remains open as he looks you over. he seems to be judging you.

“oh, i’m sorry. i can’t move.” you hurry to scramble your loose napkins and silverware together and rush to get up.

he shakes his head, clearly amused by the way you are reacting to him. "no, that isn't necessary. stay here," he says, his voice is commanding and stern, but oh so smooth. "what’s your name?”

“it’s y/n.” an eerie feeling made your answers short. you felt like you were engaging with something that you shouldn’t.

“y/n, a lovely name.” he turns his attention back to the view of the sea, tides are low right now. his gaze falls to your attire and he seems to be taking notes. the man was looking back at you, his eye narrowing slightly. “you’re not from here.”

“ahahaha you can tell~” an awkward laugh falls from your lips as you try to look for an excuse to leave. “i’m really sorry sir but i should get goin-“

he interrupts you. “not to worry. you just remind me of my wife, shakky is her name.” his eyes were closed as if he was reminiscing. old people are strange, you’ve got to get back and get ready for sanji♡ you’re feeling a bit guilty now that you think if it, still unsure of why you are feeling this way.

“heh yeaaa that’s sweet. uhm, it was nice meeting you sir.” you run off.

~

sanji can sense you’re uneasy feeling and it’s making him feel that much more in control. his dick is jumping in his pants as he thinks of you even trying to escape. his precious wife. he would do anything to keep you coming around. sanji would do countless amounts of research on the power of manifestation. he would set his intentions. ‘yn-san is obsessed with me and never wants to leave me.’ he closes his eyes and repeats his mantra over and over again. he would visualize his whole life with you being the central focus, ‘y/n is a god.’ he would believe one hundred percent that this was his reality. sanji would also try to your raise your vibration. whether that be through his innocent praises, “yn-san you’re doing so good today. i’m so proud of you.” or through a more literal way, like sending subliminal vibrations through your cunt while he eats you out. so far his manifestations were working, he knew you couldn’t stay away for long. you were his.

-

while you’re getting ready you notice the pile of letters that have accumulated from sanji these past couple weeks. you don’t know why you keep doing this. why you keep coming back to him but you just do. all of his letters are still unopened, just to ensure no feelings were being caught. you wanted to open them so bad but you knew you needed some self control.

you sighed as you took one final look at yourself in the mirror. satisfied with your efforts, you made your way over to his ship. luckily sanji had told you that his crew would be gone for the night so there would be no interruptions. he must have something planned.

sanji had spent most of the day trying to keep his composure, tonight would be the night. such a special night for the both of you. he was so giddy he couldn’t wait to see his girl. he finally had the perfect set up for you. the flowers and lighting were perfect, and he had his special candles carefully placed all around his room. as he heard the sound of your footsteps, he smiled.

“hi, my love” he kisses your lips ever so softy. your eyes fluttered at the sensation. “i’ve prepared something special for us tonight.” he gently kisses your hand. “are you ready.” his devilish smile returning to his face. you were nervous as he pulled your hand leading you to his room, but we’re relieved once you saw what was before you. thank god it wasn’t another romantic dinner before fucking, you thought. the candles were a little bit creepy but his efforts to make the vibe right were sweet.

~

“look into my eyes, who’s fuckin you this good baby, tell me” his words were hypnotizing you. his manifestations were coming to life. “fuck ha- haah- it’s you sanji only you could fuck me this good~” his words send waves of pleasure through your whole nervous system. pornographic moans dripping from your face.

“can i cum in you baby?” you don’t know why you agreed but something was telling you too. “fuck yes sanji fill me up please d-don’t pull out.” your legs were wrapped around him pulling him deeper, the vulgarities coming from him were like a spell to you. “want it that bad baby? tell me, say you want it.” his thrusts are fast but they feel so fucking good. he is wiiideee, stretching you in the best way. “sanji please i want it mmng~ i wanna feel y-you spilling from me.” hearing you say this drove him to his peak. he’s finally done it, he has you. this will be a night he won’t forget, his dreams are coming true.

he doesn’t want to forget the look on your face as tears fall down your face and you beg for him to fill you up. “it’s okay baby” he kisses you. “say i’m yours and you can have whatever you want♡” he has you gripping the sheets. you’re sooo close for him. so frustrated that you want to give in to his requests. hooking up with him again and again might have been a mistake but you can’t help but feel addicted. he has possession of you now, he doesn’t know when to stop and you don’t think he ever will with you. he must think this is a game, but you couldn’t care less in this moment. the way his cock softy moved in and out of your cunt had you in a daze. it made you feel as if nothing bad would ever happen as long as you were with him. fuck, maybe you were in love with him.

“taking me so good angel, you close huh? i can feel you trembling~” his veiny hands come to hold your cheek, he looks deep into your eyes. “cum with me angel” his hips were pounding against yours, with so much power and desire, you feel yourself starting to push past the edge. tears are dripping from your eyes as you squeeze tightly around him. you take firm hold of his shoulders and back muscles trying feel grounded, you’re shaking involuntarily. “s-sanji!!!!” you scream.

“baby wait - shiiit haah” his breaths are uneven as he is also approaching his orgasm. he is destroying you. it’s so intoxicating. he doesn’t stop, locking into you with a final pump and a squeeze from you, he fills you up. cock letting out so much fucking cum, he’s everywhere and so are you. your soul has ascended from your body and is now in a new, bright world. it’s like you could see your life flash before your eyes. you see him. you are scared but no words come out regarding your concerns, you are brainwashed. sanji is the only man for you, no one else could ever live up to him.

you snap back to being in your body as you feel your post orgasm pleasure run you over like a truck. you’re whimpering around his soft, empty cock. you need him again and always, you roll to fall into his arms as he separates from you. tears continue falling from your eyes, “don’t worry my love, i’ll always take good care of you.” he smirks and lifts a cigarette up to his mouth as the two of you lay together in his massacred bed.

~

a/n: sanji is him

omg & pls tell me ur thoughts cuz i lowkey struggled writing this one!! but i’m so happy it’s finished and i actually luv it :)

love you <3

[billdenbroughsgirl]

nap time ♡ bill denbrough

♡ pairing: bill denbrough x fem!reader

a/n ♡ first tumblr post! i’ve been writing fics for a few years now, but i’ve started to really like my work & want to share it! please send requests !

♡ summary: reader goes to bill’s baseball game, and afterwards, they fall asleep cuddling <3

♡ word count: 376 :)

♡ one week ago ♡

you climb onto the bed, and lie your head on bill’s chest, your cheek against his shirt. “i missed you.” you mutter lazily. he’d been at one of his baseball games, and you’d been bored out of your mind at home. “it’s buh-been an h-hour.” he replies, his hands moving to your head, starting to play with your hair. “a very long hour.” you hear him chuckle softly. “muh-maybe you should c-come next t-t-time.” he suggests. “really?” you lift your head from his chest and look at him. he nods, a small smile on his face.

you bounce on your heels, waiting for bill to come over to the bike rack, where you’d agreed to meet. after what feels like forever, you spot him walking towards you. “bill!” you exclaim, running towards him with your arms out. you see a smile light up his face, and he stretches his arms out as you reach him. “that was so cool!” you say, your voice muffled by his arms around you. “y-yeah?” he asks, and you nod. “mhm! you’re really good.” he kisses the top of your head, “th-thank you,” before pulling away from the hug, “you r-ready to go?” he asks, and you nod. the two of you walk the short distance to the bike rack. you hop onto your bike, a cherry red cruiser with a woven basket, and bill gets onto silver.

you’re lying on your back on bill’s bed, waiting for him to get out of the shower. “hurry up!” you call out, partially joking. a moment later, he opens his bedroom door, and you sit up. pulling a ringer tee over his head, he says “j-jesus christ, y/n, be puh-patient.” you shake your head. “i was! you just take forever in the shower!” he rolls his eyes, but you can see a small smile on his face. “yeah, oh-okay.” he walks over to his bed, and you move so he can get comfortable. lying down on his back, he motions you back, patting his chest. you smile, and lay your head down, closing your eyes. “‘m gonna take a nap,” you mumble sleepily, feeling his hand on your head, stroking your hair. “a-alright. s-sleep well, y-y/n.” you smile. “you too, bill.”

[yaekiss]

#Mailroom Open! If you still have open slots/want to do this <3

I'd like this letter to go to Tighnari, please and thank you! Subtle yandere and SFW. Thank you again!

The contents of the letter are as follows:

"Tighnari!

Things have been absolutely marvelous in Mondstadt. Your idea to visit my family was genius. It's been a long time since I've been back home. My mother asked why you didn't accompany me, isn't that cute? She called you her future son in law.. Then asked when we'd be giving her grandbabies.

I have been missing you to pieces though, my love. You would love a few of my friends over here, they're interested to learn more about you! Well.. aside from one. He seemed a bit upset when I gushed about you. But never mind that! How are things back home with you? How is Collei? Please let her know that Amber sends her regards. But most importantly! How are you?

I also hope that the package I sent gets to you safely. I thought you'd really appreciate my finds.

Love you so much!

-♡"

The package itself is smaller in size, yet still larger than the envelope sent. Inside the box are new glass storage jars, made for storing herbs and spices. Aside from the jars, there's a hand woven bracelet. It matches with Tighnari's typical attire, and is woven in order to prevent fraying or breakage. There's another, tiny sticky note at the bottom of the box with a doodle of Tighnari and his partner. They're stick figures and holding hands.

꩜ Letter Content: GN! Reader x Slight Yan! Tighnari, SFW, no gendered terms for reader, possessiveness from Tighnari, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ Delivery Notes: Tighnari was absolutely covered in pollen when I picked up his package in Sumeru, HAHA! However, judging from his droopy ears and tail, I think he really misses you :( ꩜ Wanna write a love letter yourself? Check out it out here!

Sent back to you is a small, lovingly handmade, woven basket that you recognise to be the handiwork of Tighnari. Weaved between the strips of dried Kalpalata lotus vines are cute tiny flowers native to the forested area around Gandharva Ville. There’s a ribbon tied around the handle in your favourite colour that’s lightly scented with the perfume of Sumeru roses.

A dark green fabric that matches his fur colour sits nicely atop the contents of the basket, it’s embroidered with the stick figure drawing of you and Tighnari. The Tighnari stick figure is made of thread in a light emerald green that’s the colour of his eyes while your doodle is woven in a gorgeous shade identical to yours. There are extra little hearts floating around the two of you in the embroidered picture too, how cute! 

Removing the embroidered cloth cover from the basket, you first take his letter out. Reaching into the envelope, the first thing you pull out is pressed Nilotpala lotus petals. They retain a delicate faint glimmer of how they shone when they bloomed at night and infuse the parchment in the envelope with their light floral scent. His reply is written in his usual scrawling handwriting you see in his research journals but there's an underlying tenderness present. You think he makes a noticeable effort to ensure that his words are more legible, especially just for you. His response reads:

“My dearest lotus,

It’s about time you wrote back! Just before I got your letter, I was going to mail you a lengthy lecture regarding important safety tips while one is travelling. Really, with your extended silence, I was worried about you for a bit, lotus. It's good to hear you're enjoying your time in Mondstadt with your family though, how’s the flora diversity there? I do hope you bring me back some flower and mushroom samples.

Collei too sends Amber her very enthusiastic regards, she was so excited at the mention of Amber, the way her eyes lit up was precious, I wish you were there to see it, lotus. Now, I’m sure with your keen eye you’ve noticed all the flowers included in the basket. I can’t take all the credit, it was Collei who helped to collect the flowers for the basket. She came back with so many that we spent almost a whole afternoon just picking out the best ones for you. Seriously, you should’ve seen the way she came into the hut with her arms full of flowers, I didn’t even know how she could see in front of her!

Also, new jars! You know me so well, how did you figure out I was running out of them? Gods, thinking about the hassle of procuring them gave me such a headache. You really are my saviour, gods, I miss you so much… Please come back soon, lotus, I’m getting sick of longing for you. Your lovely handmade bracelet has done well in curbing the urge to go over to Mondstadt to sweep you back up in my arms. It’s beautiful and I appreciate all the work you put into such a sweet gift, lotus. I’d never take off the bracelet, ever.

I’d hate to nag but do take care of yourself alright, it worries me to be so far away from you. (this part is written in a small font, but squinting, it reads out) Especially where you can meet with all sorts of people… and that friend of yours you mentioned. Ugh, I feel my headache coming back.

Help me pass my well wishes on to your mother, and tell her that calling me her “future son-in-law” is not too far off from the truth. Write more often to me alright, lotus? Hearing from you helps keep my longing in check. Come back soon!

Ever awaiting your return,

-Tighnari -”

Tucked underneath, is a sealed bag of dried mushrooms, the kind that Tighnari favours the most. It warms your heart to know that he’s willing to part with the stash of his favourite shrooms to make sure you’re eating well in another region. Tacked on are some collated recipes for the ingredient, with little notes scribbled in the margins on how the default recipe can be improved after gathering feedback from many many many rounds of him cooking it for you. Everything is so sappily domestic that you’re sure your mother would coo over how adorable the two of you are when she finds out about his gift.

And finally, there’s a small box at the side, crafted in the form of a lotus using expertly preserved Kalpalata lotus petals. Gingerly opening up the petals reveals an exquisite ring resting in the centre, woven from sturdy plant stems entwined with golden fibres that almost seem to shine. The stems are fortified with a sheer shimmer of dendro (no doubt Tighnari’s) so that it endures, staying evergreen. Included is a tag reading: “A temporary placeholder for an engagement ring, so that no pest steals you from my side while you’re away ♡”

Slipping it on, it fits perfectly, snugly home on your ring finger. You’ve never told him your ring size though, lucky guess?

Thanks for reading! Consider supporting me on kofi if you enjoyed this or check out my other works hehe ♡

[kyber-crystal]

MURY CHUMES‼️

in honour of christmas 2023,could u makefestive/holiday obiwan hcs bc hes so silly and i know he'd "deck the halls" (im so funny) (im not)

obi is the type of guy who would cuddle w you by the fireplace n drink hot tea or hot chocolate <3 (and he'd spoil you to death my goodness!) (also sorry if this is wasnt what u meant i didnt know what u meant by send asks HSJSHSJ)

OMG HI THIS IS SO PERFECT I NEED THIS SO BAD so thank you for sending this in <3 ur my new fav person

&& MERRY CHRYSLER :) consider this my gift to you!

"i don't get why we had to be sent away DURING the holiday season. the council couldn't have waited?"

you grumbled some variation of this under your breath for several minutes straight while preparing the flight out to dantooine

and obi agrees

the two of you are being sent on a long-term operative mission. there's no daily wars or hard combat to face—it was more of a stakeout of sorts—but still, you had to stay alert. just in case

you were mainly upset at the fact that you couldn't relax in your quarters or with your family for the holidays

obi-wan, sensing your blues, decides that he's not going to let that ruin the festivities

you're staying in a quaint little home for the next few weeks. it's plainly, but relatively tidy

"there's a life day market in town! we can pick some food up there, and decorations, if you're up for it" obi had suggested, so that's what you end up doing

while at the market, which is bustling with people from all over the galaxy (you later find out that dantooine's life day market is one of the biggest there is), the two of you are mistaken for a married couple

but hey, the status gets you several discounts on fresh fruit

even after you leave the produce booth, he keeps his hand interlocked with yours

(and you like it. though you'd die before admitting it lol)

you haul several giant bags and baskets of supplies back to your place

(correction, obi-wan does most of the heavy lifting. you're only carrying the tree decorations so you look like a tangled bundle of color that has no start or end)

it takes you everything you have not to stare at how his arms flex when he moves things

you didn't realize obi had a creative side to himself, so when you let him take charge of decorating, you didn't know what to expect

but once the two of you finish decorating you're pretty amazed

the tree glitters with woven string lights and ornaments that look like stars plucked straight from the heavens, shining in hues of rose gold and ivory white

"it's so beautiful," you exhaled

"indeed, it is," obi-wan replied, but he wasn't even looking at the light fixtures (he was looking at you instead)

you're about to unpack the groceries and start cooking but he stops you in your tracks, placing his hands on your shoulders and giving them a gentle squeeze

"let me handle this, darling. i insist," he says—and you can feel your face growing warm at the term of endearment

so you sit down by the fireplace with a blanket around your shoulders and watch as he carefully cuts up the starfruit and places it in a porcelain bowl, dices the meat and vegetables, and pours hot chocolate (you made a mental note to ask him later which booth that was from) into two mugs

for a moment you get completely lost in the idea of living a peaceful, domestic life with him. one where you wake up every morning to the fresh smell of coffee and berries and are greeted with a tight embrace

but you're brought back to reality with the reminder that technically, you're on a mission right now, and you're both jedi

so no amount of wishing and praying will make any bit of that domestic life come true

:(

"you've been so quiet," he suddenly speaks up

"just...tired," you reply, and it's the truth. the entire flight over, you didn't sleep a wink—you always had trouble falling asleep

he decides not to question you further—he knows what's bothering you; he always does

dinner is amazing as always—you're good at cooking, too, but your skills pale in comparison to what obi has

after you eat, you sit down by the fireplace, wrapped up in several thick blankets with steaming hot chocolate in hand

"how long has it been since you last saw your family?" he asks

"seven years," you say. "we write letters to each other, but you know, given my schedule, it's hard to pay them a visit. i hardly see them anymore..."

"i can be your family, then," he offers with a sad smile

and you feel your heartbeat pick up speed just a little

not because you're secretly in love with him...of course not lmao

but because he's always been here for you and continues to be

you lean against him and close your eyes and just. take him in

like. how does this man smell so good...

it's as if he bathed in every warm and comforting scent you could think of

and you can almost pretend that you're right back home in the arms of the one you love, and not millions of miles away on a foreign moon

(jokes on you, he is your new home)

you're not sure how long you stay cuddled up like that for, but you wouldn't mind if it lasted for the entirety of your mission

"you know i love you," he says quietly after he thinks you've fallen asleep, and he gently kisses your forehead

but you manage to whisper back an "i love you too" before drifting off

obi-wan finally feels at peace

& so do you

(i'm so sorry if this wasn't what you expected hiusahfiuherguheg but hopefully it makes you feel all warm & cozy inside!! hehe merry christmas)

tags (this list hasn't been updated in a while so apologies if it seems off...lol): @voguesir @fl0ating @lady-elena-adeline @katelynnwrites @freeshavocadoooo @buckysbeloved @kelieah @kaleidoscope1967eyes @lam-ila @amelia-song-pond @unstablecaffeinatedmind @elenavampire21 @joyfullyswimmingface @arkofblake @hellotherekenobi

[lubileaf]

Massacred

Recently got into Demon Slayer, so brainrot galore :3

Of course this can be read on its own if you don't plan on becoming, interested :1 or perhaps this will bring you to interest...

Warnings ⚠️: Bloody descriptions of gore, trigger warnings of loss and physical/emotional struggle, etc.

(I watched the first chapter a while ago, so the dialouge may be twisted... a lot. But the imagery defiantly stuck in my head :'D)

Saburo patted the boy's shoulder before sending him off.

"Hopefully you've gotten a good rest last night," the old man remarked. "Trek carefully, Tanjiro. The snow is thick."

"Yes sir," Tanjiro bowed his head slightly. "And thanks for the hospitality."

"Anytime, anytime," Saburo waved him off before retreating back into his house, shivering in his thin clothing. Tanjiro slung the empty coal basket onto his back and turned to follow the shallow path, thumbs tucked under woven basket straps.

He was thankful for the elder's shelter the previous night, a threat of lurking demons being supposedly present.

He walked with his head ducked as snowflakes fell, light and frigid. Leafless trees surrounded the boy and served as landmarks. Eventually, Tanjiro reached his...

...obliterated home.

He froze, pupils contracting, eyebrows furrowed in despair. Forgetting his basket, Tanjiro ventured limply towards the still pile of scarlet and skin.

There lay his sister, who had enveloped her body around their youngest brother in a failed attempt to protect him. Their bodies were draped in thick blood and dampened cloth that clung to their flesh.

Tanjiro dropped to his knees in a panick.

"What happened?! What's going on?!" His voice wavered, hands hovering over his siblings. He dared not touch them, sickened.

But his brain sunk to his throat as he followed a bloody trail... to the torn open side of the house... only to find the rest of his family.

The bodies lay lifelessely as if thrown lazily against the floor, blood staining the walls, still fresh and dripping.. Tanjiro's mother was covered in wounds and scratches, thick liquid spilling from her nose and mouth... melting in with her daughter's - Tanjiro's younger sister's - own blood. And his brother was sprawled in a broken position with his eyes half lidded, stomach torn open.

Tanjiro stared helplessly, lips quivering as he stepped in hesitantly. He rested his hand against the wooden post in an attempt to keep himself up and in a counciouss state.

He was growing dizzy and weak by the second, tears forming, threatening to fall. Tanjiro couldn't believe this - wouldn't believe this. He rubbed fiercely at his eyes.

'Just a bad dream,' he thought, gritting his teeth. 'I'll wake up soon, in Saburo's home. I'll bring my earnings from selling... the coal..."

He sank to his knees, leaning against the wood heavily. He didn't know what to do. No thought came to his mind. No wave of exhaustion took over, either. He didn't "wake up".

This was the real world, and he was in it.

.......

Tanjiro snaked his fingers around Nezuko's neck, searching for a pulse and finding that his little sister was still warm. She could still be alive. He gasped in pure relief as his eyes watered.

He pressed his forefingers against her pale skin, relishing the possible life. Gently, he lifted her up onto his back and forced his legs to move towards the woods again. Towards help.

Tanjiro pushed everything else down; his emotions, the necessities needing attended to, everyone else in the world. All possibilities were out of the way for now.

He would save Nezuko, for it was all he could do.

[aspenwritesstuff]

Part One: I’m Not Ready

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Typically, a single soul would never have gotten this much attention from him. He’d have forgotten every bit of them, down to their name. There was just something surreal about the way you made his heart feel…alive again, that he couldn’t quite let go of.

warnings: death, snakes, grieving

w/c: 2247

a/n: I’m so excited to bring this work to you. It’s been an idea of mine for a few months now, I’ve just been struggling to figure out how to start this. The motivation came out of nowhere for me, luckily, so I’m happy to be able to share this now 🖤 Feedback is very appreciated, and genuinely fuels my motivation to write. This is more of an introductory chapter to the series, most future parts will likely be a longer wc.

There were exactly ninety seconds before you were destined to die.

Death watched from afar as you gently plucked sprigs of lavender from your beloved garden. Instead of minding the countdown and focusing on his duty, his watchful eye instead followed your skillful hands. Though tinged with green stains and dirt, they were soft. The obvious work you’d put into the cultivation of your harvest had yet to harden the tips of your fingertips with a single callous.

In seventy-five seconds, you would die with soft, earth stained hands.

Despite your ever encroaching demise, Death found himself captivated by the melody you’d been humming under your breath. It blended naturally with the birdsong and insect chorus of the surrounding forest, remarkably peaceful for what only he knew was coming. Although he hadn’t once heard it before, Death had already decided that this song was, indeed, his favorite.

In sixty seconds, you would die with that very melody on your lips.

His chest ached where a heart should typically reside as he witnessed the bloom of a smile cross your features, rounding the wind-chapped apples of your cheeks with the most innocent of joys. It seemed a shame to have to extinguish such a bright, shining light - though it had been several centuries since Death had found himself experiencing guilt.

In forty-five seconds, you would die wearing that cluelessly happy smile - and Death would feel remorse.

His molten amber gaze followed the curve of your arm, dainty stems of chamomile joining the bundles of lavender you’d placed in a hand-woven basket to bring back to the village you and your coven had long called home.

In thirty seconds you’d spill the bundles of flowers around your lifeless body, a preemptive floral arrangement for the fate you’d been so cruelly dealt.

His lips pulled into a deep frown as he watched you happily tend the flowers, resisting the urge to warn you of the looming danger, physically pained by his inability to call out to you.

In fifteen seconds you would collapse, able to hear his voice mere seconds too late as you took your last breaths - and Death himself would mourn you.

Your eyes widened then as you finally spotted the source of peril in your otherwise unassuming garden, the eyes of a viper glistening in the light filtering through petals and stems. You froze then - melody stuttering to a halt, face paling as every hint of the smile you’d worn shifted into an expression of pure panic.

He watched helplessly as the viper hissed, fangs bared menacingly before lunging for your arm - clamping it’s jaw shut and holding on, injecting the venom into your veins. Death couldn’t blame the animal, likely feeling threatened by something exponentially larger than itself trampling around its home.

His unnecessary breath fluttered as he watched you collapse, gripping your arm as though you could stop the end yourself. Tears welled in your eyes as you fell to your knees, staining the white skirt of your dress with the soil beneath.

He reached a hand to his own chest, clutching the black silk of his shirt as his long-dormant heart dropped. Your grandmother’s voice could be heard from afar, shouting your name as her old legs tried to carry her quickly to your side.

“Y/N!” She shouted, though the paralysis had set in and you couldn’t respond had you even heard her. You’d fallen to the ground, surrounded by plants supposed to bring peace, with glazed over eyes and a single tear still stuck to your colorless cheek.

“Y/N, my darling,” your grandmother pled, holding your cold hand in hers as she stared down in horror at the two distinct holes in your arm.

You could watch now, too. Your spirit stood behind your grandmother, attempting to comfort her with a gentle hand to her back - despite your own shock at what had befallen you.

Death had never seen one so concerned for another so soon after passing.

“I’m sorry, gran…” you whispered through tears, watching as she unsteadily brushed hair from your face, pleading through sobs that you not leave her all alone.

“My darling girl, you don’t deserve this!” she choked, pressing her forehead to your body’s, “This isn’t right!”

He’d approached your body then, preparing himself for the foreign difficulty he had with taking a soul - your soul - with a deep sigh.

Death had heard similar pleas before, but had never felt so inclined to agree before now. This wasn’t right. Your vibrant soul standing behind the woman looked so tragic, eyes filled with an undeniable sorrow as you watched the woman who raised you son over your corpse.

You looked remorseful, though there was no fault of your own. You continued to rub the old woman’s back as she began mashing different plants together - creating an antidote less than a minute too late. Your voice soothing her through your own choked-back tears felt like fire in Death’s ears. You looked so nurturing. So delicate.

So beautiful.

“Please…” you finally whispered, looking up to the sky as though to plead with God. Death didn’t find it in himself to be offended, only pained as he listened to you beg, “I’m not ready.”

As you’d been looking up, Death had knelt next to your body - mouth hesitating less than an inch from your barely-warm lips as he heard you cry.

“That’s right,” he admitted, alerting you to his presence for the first time since you’d stopped breathing. Your watery eyes met his, lips parted in shock as you took in the man - if you could call him that - before you.

His dark hair was swept back from his face, putting his chiseled features on full display. His jaw was tense - as though he were arguing against an unseen force. Angular eyes burned with an unexplained resolve as he held your gaze - the slightest furrow between his strong brows showing that he was, indeed, listening.

You knew instantly who - what - he was.

He was the reaper, and he was here for you.

You should’ve been scared. You should’ve screamed. Most people meeting Death face-to-face would be horrified.

But you wanted to ask his name.

You should’ve cried. You should’ve cowered.

“Please…” you asked him instead, a single word in a last ditch effort to be allowed to stay. Not that his intimidating presence would allow much else to leave your lips.

He said nothing, opting instead to raise his head away from your body, giving you a moment of hope - never once looking away from your gaze.

“Don’t leave my gran all alone,” you begged, courage finding you despite the dread you felt. It seemed like an eternity as he stared into your eyes, almost as though searching for something, “You can take me after she’s gone, but don’t leave her all alone!”

You could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he contemplated your offer, head tilting to the side with no change in expression.

“Please…” you asked again, voice softer than it had ever been. You were past begging, recalling the legend of death having been a mortal once before, too. You were simply reaching for any hidden shred of humanity he might have had hidden inside.

And you had found it, despite Death having believed it gone.

As your grandmother held the salve to your arm, praying through her tears, the warmth that had hit him before grew exponentially - filling his being with a profound, alien sensation. He assumed that he must have felt it before, in his previous life, but that didn’t stop him from reeling at his sudden shift in mentality.

He remembered absolutely nothing of his mortal life, all memories having begun after his ascension into godhood. He was certain, at least in this life, that he’d never wanted to protect anything - or anyone - as much as he did you, in that moment.

He wanted to tell you that you’d brought these newfound thoughts and, daresay, feelings into his existence. He wanted to tell you he’d keep you safe, no matter the cost. He wanted to tell you that he wouldn’t want to take you, even if your gran had passed.

Instead, all he said was, “As you wish,” with a wistful look on his face.

As quickly as he’d appeared in your field of vision, he vanished. The breeze held a chill despite the warmth of the day, and with a whispered, “Thank you,” you found yourself back in your body, gasping for air.

Gran’s cries shifted from pain to joy, a smile blossoming on her cheeks as she looked away from the salve to your ever-brightening complexion. She pulled you into her lap gingerly, stroking your hair as you coughed - lungs reacclimating to filling with air.

“My dearest,” she whispered, “I thought I’d lost you…”

“I thought you had, too,” you croaked, bursting into another fit of coughing as she shushed you gently.

Death was always spoken of as a horrible, frightening thing. Everyone thought of it as an irreversible tragedy.

But, you knew - at least for now. You knew differently. Death was a man with gentle eyes who listened to your pleas and let you stay.

Death spent the next few hours searching within himself for what had come over him. He had always been very by-the-book; a soul is due to move on, they get taken. It was the way of the world, the correct cycle of life.

He had never had an issue before. He’d never found himself stalling, stopped in his tracks by anyone or anything. He wasn’t cold, no. He just knew his duty, and hadn’t ever had a problem following through.

Until you.

Was it your genuine, selfless care for your grandmother? Asking to be spared not for yourself, but to not abandon another? Was it the contagious peacefulness of the song you’d hummed before, bringing the reaper a sense of calm that he’d not experienced since his rebirth?

Perhaps it was the way you tenderly plucked the stems from your garden, experienced hands leaving enough as to allow for regrowth. Or maybe it was the tender smile on your face as you’d inhaled the aroma of the blossoms you’d gathered.

He pondered even further, now. Was it your eyes and the light they held? Was it your lips and the way they curved up without a thought? Was it your gentle voice? It could even have been your graceful demeanor.

Typically, a single soul would never have gotten this much attention from him. He’d have forgotten every bit of them, down to their name. There was just something surreal about the way you made his heart feel…alive again, that he couldn’t quite let go of.

He couldn’t come to a conclusion as to why he was so drawn to you, which left only one answer.

It was everything.

What cemented the strange new sensations as what they were was much less complicated than it may have seemed.

Death himself had no regrets on sparing you, despite the scolding he was sure to receive from the fates. In fact, his only regrets were being unable to kiss your lips and knowing you would have to forget him.

You woke up in a fog from a much-needed rest, Gran snoozing peacefully in her rocking chair across the room. Your head throbbed as you sat up, reaching for the water grab must’ve left out for you with a grateful sigh.

The squeak of the bed roused the sweet woman from her slumber, a soft voice instantly soothing some of the pain.

“Hello, dearest,” she rose from the chair to sit on the foot of the bed. She placed a gentle hand on your forehead, checking for fever, before patting your shoulder affectionately.

“Hi, Gran,” your voice cracked, still residually rough from your lack of oxygen.

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” you murmured. And you were, on such a deep level that you wondered if you’d simply imagined sleeping at all.

“I’d be worried if you weren’t,” Gran scooted closer to you to place a kiss on your forehead, “You’ve been through an ordeal.”

“Yeah…” you trailed off, realizing you had no recollection between the viper bite and waking up. This could easily have been attributed to the trauma - which you truly believed was the case - yet there was still an itch in the recesses of your mind that you just couldn’t seem to scratch.

Something had to have happened but like a word on the tip of your tongue, you couldn’t for the life of you recall what it was. It was then that you caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of Gran’s glasses - a gasp escaping you as you barely exhaled your words.

“My hair.”

Gran delicately pulled the strand of interest up from behind your ear, running the pad of her thumb over it with mystery swirling in her eyes. Unlike the remainder of your head, this patch was stark white, shimmering in the light from the fireplace.

“It’s…changed,” Gran nodded, allowing you to adjust to the change and find your words. “Do you…know why?”

You figured she’d have an answer for you, being among the few elders in your small township community. She held more knowledge of the strange happenings than others. She said nothing for a while, however, opting instead to continue rubbing the pearly tresses.

“Yes, my dear,” Gran finally answered, “You’ve been touched by death, after all, darling.”

[p-artsypants]

Blurb #29

I'm going to try to share 70 blurbs from my WIPs and unfinished fics to celebrate reaching 70 posted fics! To help with this endeavor, please feel free to send me a word or a fandom you know I write for, and I'll share the blurb. IDK if I'll get 70 prompts, but let's try it! Send as many as you want!

Two wheels and a seat. The wheel in the front was large in contrast to the rear wheel. Between the two sat a young man, somewhere near his 20’s, propelling the odd contraption onward through the countryside. On his back sat a woven basket of all of his earthly possessions, and his assistant.

The young man was an inventor, indicated by the thick goggles on his head or the many scraps of doodled paper sticking out from his jacket. Like any other young person, this lad was off to find his place it the world.

And what a strange and wonderful world it was.

He crested the hill and paused, looking out upon the town in the valley in front of him.

“This is it, Toothless. I have a good feeling about this town.”

A small growl came from his back.

“It’s not like the last few times when I said that and then we got run out of town. No, I really think this is the one.” He sighed with content and surveyed the landscape. The town wasn’t very large, just a handful of shops and stores, surrounded by saint houses and cobbled streets. The outskirts of the town showed farmland, and a few stables here and there. The boy entered from the North, looking down from the crest of the valley. To the west of the town sat a stately manor, no doubt home to a man of great authority, or a widow, left rich by her late husband. To the south, far on the other side of the town laid out a road, leading into a dark wood and out of the valley. But most astoundingly, to the east, a large castle stood menacingly upon the mountain. A single brick road led up to the gate and over a bridge, perched above a shimmering lake. The home looked daunting and sent shivers up the boy’s spine.

“That’s going to be our home.” He announced, placing a foot on the peddle of his bike. “Someday, you’ll see.”

---

I turned this fic into a DnD campaign in college. I still think of it sometimes.

[wareagleofthemountain]

A Family Affair

A/N: Caladwen and the Lorien boys pull off a little something special for Orophin’s begetting day! 🩵

Inspired by conversations had with @elithilanor and @glassgulls

Caladwen hummed a soft melody as she carefully bound the wing of her newest patient; a hatchling robin who was blown from his nest in a recent storm. Luckily, Orophin had stumbled upon the chick the next morning while on patrol. She had always admired his big heart for animals… even if he had come knocking frantically on her talan door at the crack of dawn seeking her immediate assistance for it. The healer sighed and stroked her thumb under the bird’s beak gently, listening to him coo as he nuzzled into the touch. Gathering a handful of straw, she lined the bottom of an old woven basket before gingerly setting the bird inside and perching the makeshift nest onto a shelf beside the others.

Oh yes, there were others. Four others to be exact. Five in total now.

Each rainy season, Orophin and his friends took it upon themselves to scour the woods in search of creatures in need of care, making Caladwen an unsuspecting accomplice. She truly did not mind, but this time of year also meant that she had a greater number of elven patients to treat as well, and she was quickly running out of space to store supplies in her office.

“My my. You’ve accumulated quite the menagerie I see.” Rúmil stood in the doorway, shooting her a knowing smirk. “Orophin?”

Caladwen nodded. “They’re really quite lovely to listen to while I work, but surely I can’t keep them here all Winter.”

The ellon nodded and took a seat in the chair opposite her. “Haldir’s platoon got in earlier this afternoon.”

“They’re a week early!” She couldn’t stop the broad smile from lighting up her face.

“Yes. He’s requested I fetch you and send you home at once.”

Her expression faltered a bit. “Is he injured?”

Rúmil’s smirking again. “Nope.”

“But what about the birds? They need to be fed and-“

“I’ll see to that.” He assured, waving her off. It was clear that he knew something she didn’t.

XXX

How right she was. Haldir met her at the door, a bouquet of the last autumn wildflowers of the year in his hand and stew simmering in a pot. They’d eaten dinner together by candlelight, enjoying the comfortable silence as the rain tapped on their windows. Now, the two cuddled under the cover of thick blankets on their couch, hearth ablaze before them and a bottle of wine with two glasses on the coffee table.

“Mm…” Haldir mused from his resting place seated between her knees, leaning back so his head was on her chest. “It has been far too long, meleth nin.”

“Aye…” She agreed, sliding his tunic off his shoulders to expose his toned chest to her eager eyes. “Far too long…”

Catching her stare, Haldir flexed his bicep teasingly. “See something you like?”

“Not nearly enough of it.” She complained, trailing soft, open mouthed kisses down the side of his neck.

“Easy, mela.” Haldir winced as she made contact with a fresh bruise, no doubt a remnant of his most recent tour at the borders.

“Oh, my sweet one…” Caladwen breathed, running her finger tips over the already black and purple abrasion. “I have just the thing.”

Returning to her place behind Haldir a few minutes later, she wrapped her legs around his hips and poured the contents of the bottle she was holding into her palm. The oil smelt like pine trees after a rain and she relished in it.

“Just relax for me, my love…” Caladwen soothed as she began working the salv into his skin, marveling at how easily her slick hands glided over his broad shoulders.

Haldir could feel a protest on the tip of his tongue, but all that escaped his lips was a soft groan and he couldn’t stop his tired eyes from closing.

She pressed soft kisses over his temples as his head lolled back on her shoulder. “You do so much for me… please let me give you this.”

Haldir’s clear blue eyes are warm as he leans up to kiss her.

“It’s Orophin’s begetting day next week, is it not?” Caladwen asks as she caps the oil and places it on the table.

“Aye.” He yawns, nestling his head into the crook of her neck. “I haven’t any concrete plans yet. Maybe dinner and a few rounds of cards. I could make a cherry crumble. He’d like that.”

“Sounds like a good time.” She ran her nails through his hair as she mulled over her next words. “I also had an idea for a gift earlier today.”

As her husband cocked his head to the side in curiosity, she continued. “He’s very passionate about rehabilitating birds, and I thought if he had a few bird houses at his talan, he’d be able to monitor them more closely. Besides, your brothers’ place is closer than my office in the healing halls, so it’d be easier for me to check on them as well.”

Haldir smiled and kissed her palm. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

XXX

The next day, Haldir and Caladwen met Rúmil at the flet he shared with Orophin, ensuring that the youngest brother would be out all afternoon drilling the new recruits.

The three quickly set about forming themselves into an efficient assembly line. Caladwen was charged with sanding and cutting out the dimensions of the houses from a slab of wood. Then Haldir would piece the structure together before sending it down to Rúmil who painted each one with its own color scheme and floral design.

Haldir brought snacks and the group sang various elven folk songs as they worked, drumming the table to the beat and twirling around the kitchen floor in their socks.

Suddenly, Caladwen inhaled sharply as a sliver of wood embedded itself into her hand.

“Let me see.” Rúmil examined the splinter and grabbed the tweezers, pulling a face of mock horror. “I don’t know Haldir. I think we might have to amputate.”

Caladwen laughed. “Oh stop it!”

He tightened his grip on her wrist as she tried to pull it away. “Don’t distract the healer from his work please. This is a life or death operation.”

She rolled her eyes and turned her head to see Haldir’s cheeky grin.

XXX

“And then we shot those orcs with so many arrows, they looked like pincushions when we were through with them!” Orophin exclaimed, his mouth half full of cherry crumble as he laid his next card down on the table.

“We do have one more thing for you.” Caladwen said with a smile, motioning him to follow her out onto the small back balcony of their talan.

Orophin went willingly, his teasing banter about how he was about to beat Haldir at cards cut short with a gasp at the sight before him. Six intricate wooden birdhouses hung from the great malorn branches just above their heads, each one occupied by winged patients.

Caladwen prodded him in the side. “I love you, and your birds, but I need my office back.”

He could only stare in delight as some of the birds flew from one shelter to the next.

“Happy begetting day!” They all cheered at once before Orophin pulled them into a bone-crushing hug. And when Caladwen looked up, she swore she could see a tear in Orophin’s eye.

[teawithaphd]

The Lunch Date and Another Mysterious Customer Appears!

FFXIV

(named) WOL x Crystal Exarch

f/m

A Day in the Life of Eorzea University

Ch.5

Panne agrees to meeting the Exarch for lunch and is surprised by the enthusiasm (and food) he brings. Later that day, she takes what’s expected to be a normal shift at the café—but that goes out the door when a certain someone walks in…

AO3

The Miqo’te glances down at the time on her tomestone as she wanders around the courtyard, searching for a certain Exarch who extended the invitation for lunch with her. 

“Over here!”

She whips her head to witness the way he runs up to her with a beaming smile on his face, sending an odd fluttering in her chest. Her eyes trail down to the woven basket in his hands and the red, checkered fabric peaking out of it. She gives him a puzzled look.

“What’s that?”

His mouth opens slightly as he looks down, a blush creeping on his cheeks.

“W-well, since I was the one who invited you, and to make up for um…your shoulder—I thought I’d bring us lunch.” He pauses before abruptly switching topics, “Ah, and I know the perfect spot to sit! There’s a large oak a little ways from here that provides plenty of shade that’s quite nice to sit under. Allow me to lead you there..”

He gives Panne a grin before turning around to walk in the opposite direction. She trails after, eager to find out what contents lie inside.

The walk is rather silent, but it’s a peaceful and welcome one. After several minutes, the Exarch stops to look up. The Keeper mirrors his motion and cranes her neck up to the brilliant blanket of leaves and down to the sturdy trunk of the oak he described. That does look like a nice place to sit, she thinks as the Exarch begins opening up the basket, laying out the blanket, and setting out various plates and utensils. She doesn’t catch him take a seat and gesture to the space next to him as she blankly stares at the display before her, leading her mind to trail off to one thought alone.

Doesn’t this look like…isn’t this what they do on dates—

“Panne?”

“—hm?”

“Are you feeling unwell? When I asked if you wanted to sit down, you seemed lost in thought and didn’t answer.”

She shakes her head as an attempt to shake off the embarrassment and releases a light exhale.

“Oh, sorry about that. It’s…nothing.”

With perfect timing, her stomach grumbles loudly. The Exarch chuckles before once again patting the space beside him.

“You must be famished! Come, sit here so we can eat.”

She gives him a coy smile before obliging and taking a seat next to him. He twists to open the basket and pulls out a smaller basket. When he uncovers the cloth over them, it reveals a neat row of perfectly hand-crafted sandwiches. He chuckles when he sees her eyes widen to dinner plates, glimmering with excitement and feels a warmth swell in his chest.

“Where did you get those?! Those look amazing!”

“Actually, I made them myself…please, take one.”

She gasps before reaching for one for the roast beef sandwiches. He smiles to himself, feeling a sense of pride at his prediction, proving correct that she would reach for that one. He grabs the same kind for himself and stops to watch as she takes a bite out of hers. A moan of delight slips past her lips as they stretch to a dopey grin.

“This is so good!”

A warm smile makes its way on his lips as he takes in the sight, “I’m glad you like it. And there’s plenty so feel free to eat as much as you like.”

She makes quick work of the sandwich and reaches for another before answering, “oh, I will! These things are so damn delicious, I didn’t know you can cook.”

He abashedly scratches his cheek. “Hardly…I can only make small things like this, and even so, most days I find myself too busy to even go that far.”

She laughs, “that’s still better than me.”

“Do you not cook?”

“The most I can do is grill meat, but I’m always too lazy for that. I just end up picking up whatever from the convenience store down the street…or I just eat instant ramen at home.”

This time, he laughs in return. “Your coffee making skills certainly make up for that, my friend. I would have never guessed.”

She mumbles a ‘sure’ before taking another bite of her sandwich. 

They find enjoyment in the lunch, sitting comfortably with a delicious picnic under the tree, providing shade on a beautiful, sunny day such as this, indulging in idle chatter about varying mundane topics. It’s nice…really nice, the Keeper thinks as she finds who she thought was some creepy stalker to be…a nice guy, actually. She stares at the smile on his face and imagines he must be enjoying himself too, though she can’t tell for sure since half his face is obstructed. A memory of a time like this, deep in her head, makes its way to the surface of her mind as she stares long and hard at the man beside her. Her heart begins to quicken as she suddenly blurts the thought on her mind. “You know…you remind me of someone.”

“Hm?” He places the emptied sandwich basket and places it back in the bigger basket before turning back to her.

“There’s this guy that I knew back in high school…he was a bit odd, but like you, he was nice once you got to know him.” She feels warm as she continues recounting the memory, “we became good friends, and he would tell me all about Allagan this and Crystal Tower that—even though I didn’t know jack shite of what he was talking about. I still lent an ear though, it was nice seeing someone so passionate about something. You two would have really hit it off, if you met him.” She suddenly casts her gaze down, “But then he just…disappeared one day. When I asked where he went, everyone told me he left to some prestigious school that was really far away, so I never saw him again after that.”

She takes a deep breath to collect herself and looks up at the Exarch. “His name was…G’raha Tia…heard of him?”

It takes all of his willpower to not choke at the story and the question soon after. He feels water pool in his eyes and has to do everything to keep his voice from completely breaking. “No…I don’t think I have. He sounds like a remarkable person.”

She gives him a sad smile. “He was. Inspired me to go and find my passion, whatever that is.”

“Is that why you came here?”

“Sort of…in reality, I just came cause they offered me a scholarship with a free ride for playing volleyball. It wasn’t an opportunity I could pass up, so I took it. Though now that I’m here, I’m not sure what to do with it.”

He places a hand on her shoulder and gives her a reassuring smile. “Take your time. Whatever you find your passion to be, I am certain you will excel in whatever it is you choose to do.”

He hears her breath hitch at the contact. A beat of silence follows before she speaks up again, this time in a hushed voice.

“…Thank you.”

She sits up and quietly helps clear what’s on the picnic blanket before folding it and handing it to him.

“You need help with anything else?”

He takes the folded blanket from her hands and places it into his basket before standing up. “No, I’ll be alright from here. I appreciate your help, and I enjoyed sharing this meal with you. I pray you enjoyed yourself as well?”

She quickly stands up and dusts the crumbs off her clothes. “I did.” A small grin makes its way on her lips, sending the Exarch’s heart ablaze when she says, “lets do this again some time.”

Without awaiting a response, she gives him a chaste wave before turning around and walking in the direction of the school. He waits until he can’t make out her silhouette anymore and flops onto the grass, clutching his head and trying not to scream too loudly.

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Panne swings open the door to the Scions Café, walking in as the little chime rings. She waves to Alphinaud, taking over for Tataru for the day, at the front before going through her pre-shift routine of going to the back, changing into her uniform, and coming back outside. Y’Shtola sits in her usual spot at the end of the barista counter, as she is ‘wont to do’ with an already prepared drink in hand. Alisaie, already dressed and serving some of the customers sitting at the front, waves to Panne as she serves a pair of young girls two lattes. The girls swoon at the hearts made in coco powder, and the Keeper has to keep her eyes from rolling to the back of her head as their head barista blows the two a kiss with a wink over the counter.

She glares at the Hyur as he waves his eyebrows and says with a teasing tone, “Oh come now, Panne—it’s all in good fun! It’d do you well to loosen up from time to time.”

“And it’d do you well to focus on your job instead of flirting with the customers!” Alisaie adds as she crosses her arms.

The Keeper cackles as Thancred sputters excuses, claiming to do ‘just fine’ and ‘I want to see you try and work the espresso machine once’. The chime at the front catches her attention, leading her to witness the man who came in with striking yellow eyes that frames the pearl placed between his brows, and black hair with a stark white bang. He saunters to one of the booths and casts her a look with an unreadable expression before taking a seat, leaning back in such a way that he somehow takes up the whole space on his side. He raises a hand with a dramatic sigh.

“I require service.”

He stares at her expectantly, and with a sigh she approaches his table.

“Ah, the famed Warrior of Light. After reading all the raving reviews from your friend over there on the Reddits,” he gestures to Alphinaud, who quickly ducks behind a table as if to physically dodge his accusation before continuing, “I just had to come try the Warrior of Light’s world famous coffee~”

The condescending tone he uses makes her ears pin to the back of her head. She groans before taking out her pen and notepad.

“Your order, sir.”

He huffs, “So biting…anyroad, I desire a venti caramel macchiato, sugar-free, since I am trying to watch my figure. I want it extra hot, foam on top, but not too much foam that it takes up half the drink and I can no longer even taste the coffee… crowned with a light caramel drizzle, then sprinkled with a dash of cinnamon to spice things up, and I would also like latte art in the shape of a heart…oh, wouldn’t that just be precious…and I am on a schedule, so I need the drink to come in soon so— chop chop! And I suggest you move swiftly, hero of the volleyball team.”

The Keeper deadpans. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Come now, the reviews say you can make anything you put your mind to and ‘surpass any and all expectations with excellence beyond measure’. You can thank your little elezen friend there for that.” He points to Alphinaud at the front, who shies away from his gaze with a nervous grin.

Panne sends a glare to the salt-and-pepper haired man before walking to the barista counter, not having written a single thing he said down. Thancred shoots her a puzzled look as she beckons him over to her. Once he does, she retells what transpired in a whisper. He looks at the bizarre man at the counter—back to Panne—then back to the man blankly before going to the back of the station. He comes back with a cup of black coffee.

“Tell him it’s courtesy of the barista.” His irritation seeps into his voice, though not pointed towards her. She grabs the cup and brings it to the table. Practically dropping it on the surface, she continues silently walking past it to not have to engage more with the man who has the gall to give her a Sharlayanbucks order... 

“Excuse me, this is not what I ordered.”

Thancred calls from the barista counter, “Indeed it is not, ‘tis black and bitter to match your shining personality.”

Panne stops in her tracks and side eyes him with a mutter, “just drink the damn coffee and leave already…”

Urianger peers his head out of the kitchen window after hearing some of the commotion. His golden eyes widen with recognition when they land on the presumptuous customer. “..Were one to study the annals of the history of the schools within this fair city, one would find yonder visage on many a page. Indeed, one might surmise he to be a member of the dark organization that yet lurks within yonder shadows, pulling the proverbial strings of this city’s storied history from its depths…”

Said customer turns his attention to the elezen and smirks. “Well, well, we have a historian in our midst. That spares me a lengthy explanation.” He clears his throat before raising his voice to an announcing volume, “I am Solus zos Galvus, founding father of Garlemald University. And, under various guises, the architect of myriad other prestigious academies. As for my true identity…” he pulls a business card out of his pocket and slides it towards Panne. As the bizarre red symbol on the front catches her eye, she picks it up and squints at it.

“I am Emet-Selch. Ascian.”

The title brings Thancred’s mouth to a grimace. He moves around from behind the barista counter and leans in front of it with his arms crossed—far enough from the action as to not be intruding, but close enough for him to step in if anything goes awry, which is where things seem to be going…

“Equal in rank to Lahabrea.” The name leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. 

“And you came all this way just to introduce yourself to us?”

Ignoring Thancred’s comment and closer proximity, Emet-Selch pulls out his tomestone and swipes for a few painfully silent moments before twisting it around so all of the staff watching can see. On it is a familiar picture of their school. “Behold Eorzea University, restored to its former glory! Have you seen a more affecting spectacle? Ohhh, it is truly, deeply…”

He dramatically slumps in his seat as irritation slips into his tone. “…Infuriating. Do you have any idea how much you have delayed the Rejoining of all the schools in the city?” The irritation grows more apparent as he puts the device down and continues. “The end was in sight! We were oh so close to taking hold of your wretched high school, Eorzea Academy, yet enter man and his indomitable spirit. He who would haul the volleyball game back from the brink! And adding his lumpen weight to the power of growth, he duly tipped the scale, if only by a fraction. Yet a fraction was enough to spoil the perfect victory needed to bring about the end of your high school.” He takes a deep inhale before pointing a finger at the Keeper in front of him. “You just had to come and ruin it all! Thanks to your meddling, Eorzea Academy remains, and our painstakingly laid plans are in tatters!”

Thancred shifts in his spot and glares daggers at the Ascian. “Well, I should begin by thanking you for the confirming of Urianger’s theories on the inner workings of these ‘rejoinings’. He will be most pleased. As for what happens next, might I suggest you forfeit your upcoming match and admit defeat before walking away?”

He sneers at the Hyur. “Happy to let me go, are you? Because the murderous glint in your eye suggests otherwise. Indeed, it is enough to make me think better of confronting you alone. Look, it did cross my mind to simply expel you all. But that’s no different from what Lahabrea did. And we all know how well that ended for him.” He gives Thancred a knowing smirk.

He turns his attention back to Panne and suddenly stands up. He slowly creeps toward her, causing her to back away in rhythm of his invasion in her space.

“And so, while it is liable to be troublesome, I have settled upon a different approach…”He lowers his head and tilts it to the side with an impish glare. “Cooperation! I will not raise a hand to hinder your victory of the coming volleyball game against Garlemald. If you desire it, I will even lend you my knowledge and strength.”

Alphinaud turns his head away from the front to the exchange with a frown. “Since time immemorial, you and yours have labored to rejoin the thirteen sister schools, at the cost of countless students’ futures. Do you expect us to believe that your objective has suddenly changed?”

The Ascian shakes his head. “Nay, our objective is the same as it ever was—though I dare say you do not know our motive. A war waged without knowledge of the enemy is no war—it is mere bloodletting. Just once…might we not seek to find common ground? For good or ill, I am immortal. Provided I have the inclination, I can always begin anew. Scheme and conspire to my heart’s content. But this time, I thought that I might instead try to see eye to eye. To understand what drives the hero of the volleyball team. To determine if our goals are truly incompatible.” He backs away from the Keeper and widens his arms while looking between all of the staff. “So come. Shed your preconceptions. See beyond the unscrupulous villains you take us for. When all is said and done, we may find ourselves pleasantly surprised. The proud discoverers of a path of cooperation rather than opposition. Think of it.”

Urianger flings a card at him from the kitchen, which is dodged effortlessly with a tilt of the Ascian’s head. The elezen furrows his brows. 

“Thoust hast delivered thy proposal, and we would not dismiss it outright. If I may offer thee council, however: to make thy case via coming to our abode with such a ludicrous beverage order reflecteth poorly upon thy sincerity.”

“My apologies. You will forgive me if I am not entirely convinced of your stellar quality. I felt it only prudent to take precautions. Nonetheless, your council is duly noted. I take my leave friends, and rest assured, we shall meet again soon.”

He stands up and slowly saunters in the direction of the door with a sweeping wave behind him. 

He stops momentarily, and without turning, mutters. “And of course, may the best man win.” He swiftly exits the café.

Turning her attention away from Emet-Selch, Panne sees Alisaie walking towards her, already out of her apron and uniform with a baffled look. “What in the seven hells was that all about?”

“I couldn’t tell you…” 

Thancred keeps glaring eyes on the door. “If I never see another one of those Ascians again it’d be too soon.” Without another word, he storms out into the kitchen, leaving the two girls slightly dumbfounded. Urianger leans slightly forward from the window to explain to the two, “Thancred hast some poor history with Lahabrea and the Ascians. I pray you recall the scandal Lahabrea once caused, leading to Thancred’s nigh expulsion.”

Y’Shtola takes a final sip of her coffee from the end of the counter and stands. “Ah yes, I had almost forgotten about the rumors Lahabrea had spread in his name.”

“He makes a terrible impersonator, by the way. My looks are malms better than that.” His voice echoes from the kitchen over the sizzle of a pan. 

Do I smell something burning…?

Panne releases a long held sigh. “That guy seriously pisses me off.”

“Well I would be angry too if someone dared talk to me like that. I’m surprised you didn’t wipe that high-and-mighty smirk off his face right there.” Alisaie swipes over her bangs before letting out a sigh of her own. “C’mon, our shift’s just about done and Alphinaud promised to help us with our math assignment tonight.”

“Our math assignment...?”

The elezen’s eyes light up, “Yep! And I already told him you’re coming, so you can’t refuse.”

“But I—“ before she can protest, Alisaie cuts her off with a look. “Fiiiiiiiine…”

The elezen gives her a satisfied grin. “Good! You best change out of your uniform soon, Alphinaud’s already waiting for us in the car.” She jogs out the door with a skip in her step, leading Panne to smile at her antics. She quickly goes to the back and changes before coming out to join the twins.

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“—And so you see, when you add this variable to the equation, then the sum should equal something like this—“

Alphinaud writes down another array of numbers on the dry erase board as Panne slumps in her chair, near nodding off to the elezen’s mini lecture. Alisaie, meanwhile, looks as if it’s taking every fiber of her being not to snap. 

She eventually does.

“Can we pleeeeeaaaasssseee talk about something interesting? If I see another number, I fear my head just might burst.” She feigns looking for an alternative conversation topic with a hum, the one thing she’s been itching to bring up all night the sole thing on her mind. She then turns a dramatic head towards her friend beside her, a devilish look on her features.

“How did your date with the Exarch go?”

“My what—?”

“Oh come on, you don’t go searching for the café your study partner works at to try her coffee and ask to take her out for lunch the next day just for pleasantries.”

A heat comes over the Keeper’s cheeks, giving her the need to turn her head away in embarrassment. “That was not…he only did that because—“

“What, to make up for hurting your shoulder? Any normal person would have just said ‘sorry’ and that would have been the end of it. He just wanted an excuse to ask you out, so let’s not beat around the bush.”

The Keeper’s voice raises a pitch, “an excuse to ask me out?! Now that’s chocobo shite!”

“Alisaie! it’s rude to prod into Panne’s personal business…but what did you end up eating, since we’re now on the topic?” The two turn to Alphinaud in the front, looking at them with a slight flush in his ears. “Did you two mayhap go out somewhere? Or did he bring something?”

The Miqo’te groans. “He brought some sandwiches he made…”

“He made them?!” Alisaie gasps, leaning in while resting her hands on her cheeks.

Alphinaud steps closer. “…How were they? Were they good..?”

Panne pauses, a vein popping in her head before answering, “you two are such a pain in my arse!” She sighs before lowering her voice and continuing, “yes, they were good. There, you happy?”

The smirk on Alisaie’s face grows wider before she starts shooting the girl with a barrage of new, teasing questions, “was it a picnic, then? What did you do after? Did you hold hands? Did you kiss?” She hugs herself and starts making smooching noises while Alphinaud shoots questions of his own—“Did he treat you well? He did make sure you had a good time, yes? Does he have a decent academic and or familial background—“

“—Alright, that’s enough!” The Miqo’te abruptly stands from her seat, lugging her bag over her shoulder, “what the hells’ up with you all and my relationship with this guy? He’s just a study partner, for gods sake!” She storms out of Alphinaud’s room and marches her way to the exit of the twin’s shared apartment as she irritatedly yells, “Good. Night!” 

The two hear the door slam before silently looking at one another. Alphinaud raises his voice first. “Sister.. Did we, mayhap…go too far?”

Alisaie is silent for a moment before suddenly bursting into laughter. “I’m sure she’ll be fine! ‘‘T’was but a bit of harmless fun after all!” Alphinaud looks back at the chalkboard and sighs to himself.

“Right.. harmless fun..”

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Panne makes it out of the apartment complex and begins her walk home, grumbling all the while in a wave of utter irritation.

“I swear those two are gonna be the death of me…” she mumbles before a sudden vibration in her pocket stops her in her steps. She takes her tomestone out and looks at the screen, an ominous text greeting her.

Unknown Rest well, hero. Fore next we meet, it shall be on the field of battle.

The Keeper raises an eyebrow before deciding to answer.

Me Who the hells is this?

An answer comes almost right away.

Unknown 💃💃🎆

She sighs as she puts the device back in her pocket, the exhaustion from the day now hitting her all at once. Too irritated to turn back and ask the twins for a ride (plus that’d be embarrassing…), she drags her feet all the way home to finally flop on her bed and sleep off the long day.

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ಎ — who did this to you? | tsu'tey rongloa is now live.

new message from: @inlovewithpandora. “ who did this to you? ” + “ i’m not letting them get away with this. ” with Neytiri or Tsu’tey x human!reader (avatar 1 based) || After the war happens N or T can’t deny their love for reader (no matter how hard they try to push the feelings the down) so they confess their feelings to reader and when reader says they feel the same they start dating and become a couple. Some people in the clan are upset bc they don’t like a ‘demon’ living among them especially after the war w/ the destruction the sky people have caused….

current game. after word got around that tsu'tey and you are mates, some na'vi are furious that they lost their chance to a sky demon.

game warnings. minors and ageless blogs do not interact! | sfw, fem! human/dreamwalker! reader, angst, bullying, mention of bruises & wounds, protective! tsu’tey, angry! tsu’tey, hurt/comfort + fluff. wc. 2.3k.

slang. pa’li ( direhorse ), palulukan ( thanator ), yawne ( beloved ) + yawnetu ( loved one ).

streamer's note. i’m so happy to finally have this done and posted. this is my fifth installment for my milestone event and i can’t wait to finish each one. thanks bb for sending this in, really appreciate you.

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After winning the war, the humans got sent back to earth and everything went back to normal in the clan.

Once there was nothing to keep Tsu’tey busy, nothing to push away the thoughts of you he kept buried, he could no longer deny the feelings he had for you.

Tsu’tey found himself glued to your side more often, protecting you while the two of you walked through the forest to train together.

He fell in love with the way you smile, laugh, and the way you showed compassion for the forest animals no matter how dangerous they were. A smile will always display on his face whenever you are around or when he sees you in the distance, drawing in your notebook.

Tsu’tey just knew he needed to confess his feelings after he saw you drink water from the leaf. It shouldn’t have been such a huge deal as he saw a lot of women do it in the past but with you, it felt so sexual.

He could feel his body already reacting to the sight, he found it very hard to look away as he watched some water drip down your chin to your chest and he sharply inhaled as he prayed to Eywa to give him strength.

Tsu’tey began courting you the next day, gifting you a beautiful woven bracelet along with a matching necklace that had his colors in it. You were surprised at first as you never thought he felt the same way you did knowing how the two of you had first met but came a long way.

As soon as the two of you mated for life, you didn’t waste any time in revealing your relationship status to the clan.

Tsu’tey would have you so close to him, your tail wrapped around his leg while his wrap around your waist, hands intertwined with each other while people stare at you two.

They watched how you and him were deep into conversation, how easily you made him laugh, some watched in awe while others watched in envy that a sky demon was able to break down his barrier.

Some people didn’t like that a sky demon lived amongst them especially after the war and what the sky people did to their home.

Tsu’tey didn’t care for all the talk people were whispering to each other because he wasn’t going to let it get in the way of the relationship, you couldn’t help but let it bother you deep down, hoping one day some didn’t treat you differently.

You grip firmly on the basket that was placed on your hip as you gently pluck fruits from a close vantage point as if you were in your avatar body due to the link unit malfunctioning.

Norm said it’d be running good again by tomorrow but you couldn’t wait as you were craving some yovo fruit, you and Tsu’tey’s favorite fruit and you thought it would be nice to surprise him with some.

You hum a bit while focused on getting the perfect looking fruit that’s ready to eat when you hear footsteps heading your way.

You glance in the direction it’s coming from, a group of girls reveal themselves as they ride in on their pa’li, stopping their laughter once they see you.

You immediately rolled your eyes, wanting nothing more than to run away but you were not in your avatar form so you had a disadvantage.

“Well well well, look who we have here girls,” Naru snickered as she and her friends dismount their direhorses.

“Don’t y’all have something better to do but to pick on me?” You questioned, still not looking at them and kept your focus on the fruit.

“Well going hunting is way better than having to have you in our presence but where’s the fun in it?” She chuckled, making the other girls laugh as well.

“Leave me alone,” you spat as Naru steps an inch closer. “Yeah I don’t think so.” Neynat spoke as she roughly took the basket of fruit away from you.

“Hey, give it back!” You shout, feeling the anger build up inside of you.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Neynat takes one of the fruits out of the basket, taking a low bite out of it as she drops the rest onto the floor, stomping on one of them while the others laugh.

You were seething with anger, why do they have to pick on you? You didn’t do anything to them, you were always nice before they started to bully you. 

You never mentioned it to Tsu’tey or anyone because you thought you could just ignore it and they would stop bothering you but it just kept getting worse. 

You clench your hands into fists, already tuned out their voices and the only thing you could hear was your elevating heart beat. You shove Neynat hard but because of your size, she doesn’t move an inch and only makes her angrier.

Neynat throws the fruit to the ground as she steps towards you and each step forward, you take a step back, wishing that you weren’t caught in this predicament and praying to Eywa that you would get out of this soon. 

Your back hits the tree behind you, cursing under your breath as you prepare yourself for the first blow as much as you could, they start by pushing you to the ground and your first instinct is to protect your head from getting hit. 

Naru swings her leg back gaining momentum as it connects with your stomach making you yelp in pain as you feel the sharp pain — you almost think you can hear your ribs cracking. 

“P…Please… stop…” you stuttered, scared of what they might do next as they came closer to you, giving you hit after hit until all you could feel was pain running through your body. 

You tried screaming but it fell on deaf ears as the four of you were the only ones this deep in the forest and all you could do was wish for it to stop, wish that Tsu’tey would come save you and put a stop to this. 

You haven’t felt this much fear since the day you and Jake ran from a palulukan and you never wanted to feel that feeling ever again. 

Neynat was the next one to land a hit on you, going on top of you as she hit you in your face, knocking the wind out of you.

“Neynat, that’s enough let’s go before you get us all caught,” Peyral lectured as Neynat punched you on your nose; blood leaking leaking down onto your upper lip before she gets up from over you. 

“Stay clear from us or you’ll not be as lucky to be alive,” she spat, letting out a laugh before she and her girls returned back to their pa’li, riding off as their laughter rang over and over in your head. 

You laid there for a second as you tried to breath which was hard from the hit she gave you. Tears trickle down your face as you try to recall what you might have done to deserve this treatment. 

You sobbed as you moved inch by inch; you needed to get back to the lab one way or another, even if the pain was too much for you, you didn’t want another problem to meet you once more.

Tsu’tey was worried as the two of you planned to go flying together but you were a no show and it wasn’t like you to miss a date with him so as he landed his ikran near the lab; which he assumed you would be — he quickly dismounted, making his way up to the door hoping that you weren’t mad at him.

He didn’t do anything but there has to be a reason you would miss a date with him and if you weren’t angry at him then why?

Tsu’tey takes a deep breath briefly before entering the code to the lab, opening the door to find you standing at one of the desks, back facing him as you looked like you were occupied with something.

“Yawne?” Hearing his voice made you froze, you thought you would have a bit more time to take care of your bruises before he shown up. “Hi… Tey… what are you doing here?” you question nervously, biting down on your lower lip not wanting him to see you like this.

“What am I doing here? We had a date which you missed, is something wrong?” Tsu’tey replied coming closer but you step forward holding back a groan of pain. “E…Everything is fin-” you hiss in pain as a sharp of pain runs through your body, worrying Tsu’tey in the process.

Before you could come up with an excuse to tell Tsu’tey so you could be alone, he turns you around and as soon as he does, his eyes widened in shock.

"What happened?" He spoke firmly as he check your body for anymore injuries, you wince with pain as the tears filled your eyes and your breathing becomes more heavy as you watch him cup your face in his hands, looking deeply in his eyes as you notice a darker color take over his once golden orbs.

"Who did this to you?" Tsu'tey lets out a deep fierce growl, how can someone treat you like this especially since you were so kind to everyone who met you?

His facial expression becomes soft after seeing tears roll down your cheeks and he immediately wipes them away, he bends down to kiss your forehead before pulling you into a hug, not ever wanting to let go.

You take in his scent which puts you as ease, soothing you a bit before you took a deep breath and tell him everything that happened, you could tell he was raging with anger from the way his chest heaved up and down, the way he bares his fangs ever so often, how his tail thrash angrily behind him.

You could tell he wanted nothing more than to walk out the door and bring justice to the people who harmed you but instead he stays with you clinging onto him as the tears spilled out of your eyes while he whispered sweet things in your ear, letting you know everything was going to be okay.

“They’re not getting away with this,” he spoke calmly as he brought his fingers to his neck to turn on the communication device Jake had given him. “Brother, I wish to speak to you, it’s urgent!”

Tsu’tey takes his fingers off the device, pulling away from you for only a second so he can take care of the bruises, if he wasn’t protective of you before, he was going to be even more after this situation.

“I’m sorry…” he spoke, your eyes widened in shock as you were confused of why he was apologizing. “Why are you sorry? You didn’t do this.”

“I know but I’m meant to protect you as you are my mate, this shouldn’t have happened if I was by your side,” he states while he focused on cleaning your wounds. “Tey, it’s not your fault that some people are cruel and mean, I know if you were there not one hand could touch me.”

“I thank Eywa every day for you, I’m lucky to have you,” you smiled. “I’m the lucky one.”

His response elicits a giggle out of you, only he could make you laugh in a situation like this. You lean in to kiss his cheek but he moves his head so your lips could land on his.

The kiss was filled with so much love and passion, you couldn’t wait to build a family with him as no one could ever fill the spot you held for him in your heart.

Days passed since the incident and you were on a journey to healing, Tsu’tey by your side at every moment.

He had informed Neytiri and Jake what had happened — they were livid especially when they saw the state of you. They were so mad that they called a clan meeting.

“How dare you lay your hands on her!” Tsu’tey shouted, looking at every one of them, his fangs making an appearance. “Did you really think after I found out what you did, you’d have a chance with me?”

“You didn’t even have a chance before she arrived, I love her and only her!” You watched in awe at how your mate defended you in front of everyone, loving the facial expressions on the girls as Tsu’tey chewed them out.

“How would you feel if someone did that to you?” Tsu’tey commented, looking at each separately with disdain. “You lucky I can’t throw you to the Palulukans, thank eywa for raising me to be a respectful man, thank.”

The real entertainment started when Jake delivered the news that they were banished from the clan with Neytiri at them hissing at them baring her fangs and a smug look spread across your face as you watch the shock expressions on their faces, intertwining your hand with Tsu’teys.

You watched with a huge smile on your face as the three of them walking into the crowd, tears falling down their faces as they avoided the judgmental stares from the na’vis’ around them.

“They won’t be bothering you no more, yawne,” Tsu’tey flashes you a smile and you cling to him more. “No one’s going to be messing with you after seeing the consequences.”

You loved the sound of that, you can finally live at peace, you planned once you’re fully healed, you would do the conscious transfer so you can build the family you want with him; first you’d have to convince him but that was something you could worry about that later on.

“Hmm, how about we redo that date we missed?” You offered while looking up at him and a smug played on his lips. “I would love that, yawnetu.”

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[heavenlyysstuff]

A Foreign Feeling.

NETEYAM.s x fem! metkayina! reader .

summary . too busy with his training to be Olo’eyktan, Neteyam didn’t pay much attention to the females in his clan, but after a change in scenery he has his eyes and heart set on a new pretty face.

a/n . don’t worry about listening to the song I linked, I just thought it was a cute addition and matched the vibe of the story. also, send in some requests!!

part 1 . part 2

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fairy of shampoo . ( dosii ) ⊹.

Neteyam didn’t think his life would have to turn out this way. In another clan, being completely foreign to the new biome.

the rest of his siblings had seemed to settle in fine after the first week. But Neteyam felt stuck, struggling to find a clique like the rest of his family.

He stares longingly at Lo’ak from the entrance of his family’s new home, a reasonably sized marui, large enough for his family. Lo’ak floats in the ocean not too far from the shore with Tsireya and Rotxo. Then his eyes shift to his littlest sister Tuk, who had started collecting sea shells by the edges of the water, she insisted on learning how to make bracelets with the new materials she had discovered on the island, it wasn’t too long until she had been joined by other young children her age.

Once again his eyes shift, now they lay on Kiri, who was calmly dived under the water and admiring the pattern on the sand the waters had seemed to make. While she is alone, she is still peaceful. In a way, Neteyam can’t help but feel slightly jealous as his siblings settle into the Metkayina lifestyle. He wishes he could embrace the beauty of the ocean as easily as they could.

A huff from behind him reaches his ears and he instinctively turns his head.

His mother, with a scowl on her face, harshly grips the seaweed woven basket next to her in frustration, but when she raises her head to look at her oldest son her gaze quickly softens.

“Neteyam.” Her motherly tone speaks, and some stress is slowly taken away from Neteyam

“Could you get some more fish from the hunters, please?” His mother continues.

He internally groans at the request, but most of him try’s to make he best of the situation. He should atleast try to make himself acquainted with the people of Awa’atlu.

“Alright.” He replies, then lifts himself to walk over to his mothers spot in the marui and take the woven basket from her hands.

Neytiri gives her son a weak smile as he walks out of their new home.

Neteyam hadn’t really done any exploring of the village apart from the time the Olo’eyktan’s children had provided in their lessons, other than that, Neteyam tended to keep to himself.

Absentmindedly, Neteyam quietly hums a tune to himself, a song that his mother had sung to him many years ago. He didn’t hear it too often anymore, but the lyrics were still etched into his mind, known by heart.

But his thought drift away from him as he makes his way to the hunters, most sat in a communal structure, and others just bringing in their catches on their ilu.

Seems a hunter recognises him when she steps out of the communal marui structure. “Ah, Neteyam. Just here for a refill?”

He snaps out of his trance and sets his gaze on the woman infront of him, except he can only maintain the eye contact for a short moment before his eyes shy away and look at anything surrounding him, “yes, please.”

“Alright.” She softly takes the basket from neteyams hands, “I’ll call out when I’ve got it all done okay” she’s about to walk inside when she halts her steps “new batch of fish has just been caught so it might take awhile, sorry.”

“That’s alright. Thank you.” Neteyam says regardless of the circumstances.

The woman smiles humbly at him and reluctantly walks inside to start the sorting of the fish.

He stands there for a moment, not quite sure on what to do.

He didn’t expect to be so timid around Na’vi, but a part of him knew that he stood out from the crowd of Metkayina. His dark skin that could be compared to the midnight sky made him feel as if he was alone in the biggest crowds of ocean tones.

Feeling out of place, Neteyam swiftly makes his way around the many hunters and takes himself to the shore of the ocean, it seems to be the only thing to pass time at this village.

Just then, as Neteyam reaches the shore and his feet are submerged in the oceans hold, a figure emerges a little ways away from himself.

You had been underwater, gathering shells close to land as you waited for your mother to finish her shift in the hunting marui.

your shells have been placed delicately inside a pouch of a belt you had handmade.

while lifting yourself from the shallow waters you bring a handful of sand with you, bringing it up to your cheeks and spreading it to your forehead and nose, enjoying the soft but crunchy minerals exfoliate your skin.

Dunking yourself under the cooling water again you rise once more, and this time you realise you aren’t alone.

Flinching at the sudden presence in front of you, you immediately calm yourself when you realise it’s Neteyam.

You knew him, sort of. You wish could know more, but you never had much time to speak to the male besides when you occasionally helped your cousin Roxto teach him the ways of the water along with the Olo’eyktan’s children.

Enough silence has passed for you, “hello Neteyam.” You wave politely.

He tenses up at your unexpected appearance, not expecting a conversation from the girl he could only admire from afar.

“Hell— hey, y/n…” he stutters stupidly, and curses himself internally.

Neteyam had never cared too much about how he acted or looked in front of girls, not until you came along.

He’s never planned out his movements beforehand in front of a girl, not until you. Never had to think deeply about his next reply to a girl, not until you. He’s never paid much attention to how his hair had looked, not until you.

You were all he could think about recently.

He wanted to be around you, wanted your opinions, he wanted you.

“What’re you up to?” You gasp a little bit as you go to swim towards him, your lower body still in the water.

“I’m just— I uh.” Stuttering once more he grimaces at his own voice. “I’m just, waiting for some fish..” he scratches his head nervously.

You can’t help but smile at the stutter in his voice. Over time while being around him you found out he only stuttered around you, at first you thought it was just because you were a new face and he was hesitant to talk to any Metkayina. But soon enough you found that he seemed to be fine with the Olo’eyktan’s children, so it was obviously something about you that got him nervous.

You ponder about your next words for a moment. “Neteyam?”

“Yes?” He reply’s immediately.

“Come swimming with me.”

The slight shock on his face is a bit funny.

“I- … uh.” He looks around, “are you sure?”

“Wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.”

He becomes silent at the reply, and starts opening and closing his mouth stupidly, searching for a reply but never quite getting there.

You huff lightheartedly and giggle. “Come on!” He doesn’t have time to register your hands grasping his wrists, and he’s quickly pulled forward into the water, so quick that he comes straight to you, and before you can move out the way he toppled over you, ultimately sinking you both into the shallow ocean.

Neteyam bursts out of the water after a moment of being underwater with you, breathing deeply and pushing his braids away from his face, ignoring the baby hairs that stick to his forehead. Also ignoring the heat he feels in his face.

You come up soon after him and begin giggling.

When your laugh reaches his ears, you notice they perk up, and after he catches his own breath he begins laughing too.

Hunters from the marui close to the water overhear the laughter of the two teenagers, and a few giggle at their childish behaviour while others side eye each other knowingly.

“Look at all the shells I found.” You speak as you find a spot in the water where you can stand, then taking a few shells out from your pouch and displaying them on your palms for him.

He stands in front you and cranes his neck down to see the shells in closer detail, “these are very pretty. Where’d you find them?”

You hesitate, “outside the reef.” He straightens up and looks you in the eyes, as if asking if you’re serious. “That’s where the prettiest shells are.”

He almost sighs, instead he bites the inside of his cheek before speaking “take me with you next time.”

You perk up “so you can help me find shells?”

“…yeah, that.” His tail quickens in a side to side motion.

Your smile is like a reward to him, but he doesn’t get the chance to admire it for long before his name is called out.

“Neteyam, your fish!” A local hunter shouts, holding a basket which is sure to be his.

He sighs involuntarily, eyes flickering back to you for a moment. “I’m sorry, I have to get back to my family.”

“That’s fine.” Your reply is quick, “should I… come get you tomorrow morning? To look for shells..?”

The flustered look on his face is visible from miles away, and he scratches his scalp out of habit. “Yea- yes. Come get me.” Stupid stutter.

“Alright. See you then, Neteyam.” You smile and turn to dive back into the water, not before taking another glance to see his leaving figure.

Neteyam reaches the hunters marui, and the second he steps in his basket of fish is handed to him. “Thank you.”

As he steps outside he can’t help but notice the few extra glances and smirks towards him. He opts to ignore it and just get back to his mother.

“I’m back.” Are Neteyams first words as he steps into the marui, a small smile marked on his face.

“Thank you Ma’Teyam.” His mother speaks from the floor, sat next to his father.

The basket is placed next to his mother and he quickly goes to stand up again, walking to his space of the marui.

“What’s got you so happy?” His father teases, a smirk on his face.

Neteyam slouches as he goes to lay down in the hammock in the corner of the room. “Nothing.” He speaks, his smile getting bigger.

[shay-creates]

Find the Words!

I got tagged by @dogmomwrites (a while ago), thanks. ^-^

I'll tag @stuffaboutwriting and @j-1173 , while also keeping it open for anyone. Your words are dread, rain, choice, why, and promise. If you can't find one, leave a fun fact about your WIP, OCs, or writing process.

My words were: charge, share, wrong, cry, and fierce.

Charge- Don't have. Fun fact! In the original story, Xiang was insufferably pessimistic and hated his companions for either their personalities or their faith in Celesto. (his name also used to be Emrys and Celesto was...a god who was very mistrusted and only...500? years old and Xiang/Emrys hated her.)

Share- (from Mark of the Forest-scene graveyard)

‘Imagine how many secrets there could be from before then. How many rooms and tunnels could there be that haven’t been used in centuries because they were used by the creatures that used to take care of this place.’ Scy shares his thoughts with Xiang as he eats.

It is a fascinating, but terrifying thought. How many forgotten rooms could there be with books and tomes from the time the Seven Primordials walked and lived in the same realm as people. It would probably be years before Xiang and Scy could walk the library and college together again to discover the place’s secrets. Xiang is almost disappointed that two of those Primordials had chosen to give him a mission. A great honor to be given the opportunity, but a disappointment that he’d be leaving the place full of mysteries he’d called home for nearly his whole life.

The two friends continued talking. Jumping from the secrets that would remain secret for years to come, to how their magic studies and general studies had been, to any other interests they shared. They enjoyed the various snacks they’d brought in, including some that Scy had grabbed when he got the water. Since they hadn’t had to worry about being caught anymore, he’d gathered a basket of pastries and other things Xiang hadn’t let him put into his robes. There wasn’t any books to look at, apparently Lorne had made this place the perfect place to get away from studies and do as he pleased.

As time passed, the reality that this would be the last time together for some time began to settle in them. Sinking deeper until it was almost time for Xiang to be retrieved by Lorne. The conversation turned to theories about what mission he’d be sent on. It couldn’t be anything that needed sneaking or for him to fight something. He couldn’t do either of those well, especially the fighting part. It wouldn’t be something so simple as retrieving something from a kingdom. They could send someone with more experience or status if they needed that. In the end, they couldn’t guess what the Primordials wanted from him.

Wrong- Nowhere to be found. Hibiki's name used to be Kaiya and she was basically Malianna's shadow with little purpose for the story and was only kept to annoy (then named) Emrys (Xiang). She is now far more interesting and with a role! :D

Cry- (taken from Mark of the Forest- scene musings)

Crouching where he'd been sure was Hibiki, is Mai. Dressed in the soft lavender dress that is stained in her own blood, as she been the night he cut her down. Her features still so delicate and youthful with equally delicate flowers woven into her twin braids. A dramatic difference to the dark red that covers her throat and drips down to soak her dress. Tears pour from her eyes as she clutches her throat, mouth gaping as she struggles to breath. She is choking on her own blood.

Ansellus himself begins gasping for air, clutching his chest despite the shackles that bind his wrists together. Eyes wide and unable to look away from the horror before him.

A child version of Hibiki takes the place of Mai, tears rolling down her face as her tiny hands cover her own mouth. She's shaking but makes no noise. Her eyes shut tight as small drops of blood appear on her face.

The screams and crying disappear all at once. In the blink of an eye, present Hibiki reappears. Her head is down and hair obscures her face.

Fierce- Shockingly not found... Third fun fact! Mark of the Forest is (temporarily) titled this way because Xiang (then Emrys) had been marked by Celesto (then a very mistrusted new god thought dead?) and she was trapped in a forest except on that night. (There was a whole ceremony to receive the mark of a god and be given a mission/prophesy and Emrys hated Celesto for unconfirmed reasons.)

[boethiahsboytoy]

Anyways. Who wants some mushroom stew. Tiika made it and he wants to make sure you're all staying healthy. He is inviting you to sit outside his farm with his little Chaurus friend and enjoy a nice dinner with him :)

[svfttachi]

Can you write Itachi x Izumi x reader?

SYNOPSIS: After a physically and mentally long mission, you came home to a hospital bed for a little bit until you were cleared. When it was your first day back on your own two feet, you couldn't help but be by your best friends' sides, especially when they were concerned about your health.

PAIRING: Uchiha Itachi x Uchiha Izumi x GN!reader ( PLATONIC )

WARNING(S): Mention of Injury & Slight Mention of Mental Health, Non-Mass AU

TYPE: Fluff

WORD COUNT: 941

NOTES: I wrote this platonically because I'm not really confident in writing it in a romantic way ( btw this was gonna be a love triangle, but i legit couldn't think of anything to write it like that ). I didn't want to mess it up, so I played it safe with the friendship card. Plus, I think it would be fun to be besties with Itachi AND Izumi, don't you think so, too? I'm sorry if it isn't how you wanted it, but I tried my best to write this as good as I can. I hope you enjoy it!

YEARS and years, the three of you have been the best of friends to one another. Itachi, Izumi, and you have been inseparable since the ninja academy, and now, all three of you were distinguished jonins of the highest rank. You were the best team out of all of the teams that the Hokage sends for missions, and lots of accomplishments came with that.

Everything was going well until the most recent mission your team had gone on. It was a rough assignment where your party had sustained multiple injuries and barely managed to catch the criminal responsible for the lives of many people in a village nearby. When you got back to give your reports to the Hokage, you had nearly fainted from the exhaustion coming from the mission, but thankfully, Itachi excused himself to take you to the Hidden Leaf Village’s local hospital.

That was a couple of days ago, and you were now well rested and full of nutritional food. You stepped foot out of your small apartment, and immediately, you nearly bumped directly into Izumi. She stood upon your welcome mat with a small, woven basket full of fruit and delicious food.

“Oh, Y/N. I brought you some food to make you feel better again. Itachi has been worried,” Izumi said, handing you the basket. “Aw, thank you, Izumi, but I’m feeling one hundred times better. I’ll make sure to visit Itachi today,” you replied, politely declining Izumi’s gesture.

“Alright, then. I think I saw him at the pond in the Uchiha complex,” Izumi stated, jutting her thumb over her shoulder. With a nod, you stepped out of your apartment and locked your door, thanking Izumi for the whereabouts of Itachi.

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Pink and orange hues filled the sky with the evening sun beginning to set along the horizon. You walked along the cobblestone of the pathways, eventually making your way to the large pond within the Uchiha complex. Just as expected, the dark haired man was sitting at the pier with his legs dangling over the edge. You walked up to the pier, letting your footsteps soften upon arriving near the edge. Itachi’s charcoal eyes looked up once you arrived and watched you sit down next to him, a smile coming to his face.

“Hi,” Itachi spoke quietly, looking back out at the water, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m doing better, medically. Mentally… still getting there after that mission,” you responded, nodding lightly.

Your team’s mission led you on a wild goose chase trying to find the perpetrator, and when the three of you found him, it took a lot of effort and time to land a hit on him. However, during the battle, you and Izumi were out in the wide open, hoarding off the goons that worked with the perpetrator. Itachi landed on a tree trunk, and when he spotted the both of you struggling, it took a while for him to figure out the plan, especially since the both of you were in trouble. In the end, he managed to get the goons to back off of you and Izumi with you landing more injuries compared to Izumi.

“It would have been better if I didn’t hesitate at that moment,” Itachi mumbled, tossing a rock in the pond. The two of you watched that rock skip across the crystal clear water that now shone a beautiful blue thanks to the bright moon shining in the sky. “Don’t blame yourself, Itachi. It was my fault for not holding my own guard,” you argued, trying not to let Itachi feel bad.

“I hate to see you get hurt, Y/N… much less see you in a hospital bed,” Itachi added, letting a frown come to his face. Itachi turned to face you, bringing his hand to hold your own. His thumb caressed the soft skin of your hand, bringing your attention down to your intertwined hands. A small smile came to your face, and you looked up to see Itachi’s face which was beginning to lighten up due to your skin-to-skin contact. “As long as you’re still a part of this team and doing well, Itachi, I’ll never succumb to anything,” you joked, giggling lightly.

“Really? You’re staking your life on my status?” Itachi asked, raising one brow. You giggled and scooted closer to him, resting your head comfortably on his shoulder. Itachi brought his arm around your body, keeping you close to him. “You really are dumb sometimes, Y/N,” Itachi joked himself, earning a look from you before the two of you cracked up in laughter.

Footsteps came up from behind the two of you, and you both looked up and behind you to find Izumi jogging up to you two. Izumi smiled at the two of you and tilted her head slightly.

“It’s getting late, you guys. Shall we go eat some dinner together?” Izumi asked, beginning to twist some strands of her long hair. You nodded and looked over at Itachi who also nodded, realizing the two of you have been here since the sun began to set. “Let’s go before some of the good restaurants close,” Itachi suggested, letting go of you.

He got up from his spot and held out his hand to help you up. You got up and let go of his hand, turning to look at Izumi.

“I think it’s Izumi’s turn to pick the restaurant, so lead the way!” you called out excitedly. Izumi laughed and began to jog away with you following right behind her.

Itachi crossed his arms and chuckled at yours and Izumi’s antics before he started following the two of you.

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[ao3komorii]

The Silver Path (Spirit Blossom Thresh/Reader)

It is finally here! Just a note for people who played the spirit blossom event, I’ve decided to make Thresh more subdued/shy than he was in that event. Sort of a “what if instead of holding a grudge against Ahri after their conflict, he just got sad.” Nevertheless, hope you enjoy! Just as a note, there is smut at the end :)

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Checking one final time that you hadn’t forgotten anything, you folded the cloth over the carefully-packed items before picking up the woven basket. You could not risk forgetting even one tribute, as angering even one spirit would spell doom for the village; your grandmother had stressed that very severely when she had trained you. Leaving your home, you couldn’t help but feel nervous, even if this wasn’t the first time that you had made this trip.

You had been the village’s spirit guardian for six months now, ever since your grandmother had passed away. You hadn’t felt ready when the role had been passed to you, but you had no choice. It was probably for the better that you had no choice but to step into the role, since you doubted that you would ever feel truly ready for the responsibility that was now yours.

Mount Targon was tall, the tallest mountain in Runeterra by far, and also the most treacherous. Travelers came from places near and far to ascend to the peak, having heard of the mystic mountain that promised to open the heavens before any mortal that successfully made it to the top.

Many tried, and many failed, their bodies destined to never leave the mountain where their bodies had given out. The upper reaches of the mountain were unlivable, and nearly unclimbable, fraught with winds and storms and plagued by avalanches. The display of cosmic radiance offered by the peak would not be easily attained, and yet people would never stop trying.

Despite living far below the mountain’s peak in a small valley to the south, you were still not safe from its wrath. You had never experienced it yourself, but long ago, even the lower parts of the mountain had been uninhabitable. The area had been plagued by rockslides and inhabited by vicious animals, but the patience and determination of your ancestors had won out in the end.

It had all started when an ancestor of yours had climbed the mountain path in search of a way to make the land livable, but had instead found a door. On the other side of the door, they had discovered a passage to the world of spirits, and had bowed low, begging for their protection. In exchange, the spirits asked for a tithe to be paid every month when the moon was at its highest in the sky.

And since then, once a month a representative of the village would walk the spirit path to bring each spirit a gift, and in turn, your village would be protected. The responsibility had been passed down through your family, and as you were the last one of your family left after your grandmother had died, the task now fell to you.

There were ten spirits in all, and each had their own tastes. Your grandmother would never tell you what she brought them, insisting that you would have to develop your own relationship with the spirits by learning their preferences on your own. You had been terrified the first time you had walked the spirit path, leaving small trinkets you had knitted for the spirits, but to your great relief, no boulders or storms had struck your village in the days after. When you had returned the next month, some spirits had taken your gifts, and some had not, so you knew to bring a different gift to those pedestals the next month.

While you had never seen the spirits, you began to get a sense of what they liked; the spirit of the snake altar liked jewels and other shiny objects, the mushroom altar spirit liked small toys, and the antler altar spirit liked vegetables. Most of the spirits would accept whatever you brought, but a select few hadn’t accepted any yet, which had been a frustrating experience for you. But they hadn’t revoked their protection, so you assumed that they were willing to be patient with you until you presented them with something they liked.

Keeping your head down as you passed by the other residents of the village, you made your way to the base of the mountain. As you ascended the gentle incline, you went over the all-important rules in your head; enter no earlier than ten at night, and leave no later than midnight. The spirit gate was only open for two hours each month, and if you didn’t leave in time, you would be trapped in the spirit world for a month until the gate reopened. It had only happened a few times in the long history of your people’s time here, but nobody who had gotten stuck in the spirit realm had ever returned, which was more than enough of a deterrent for you.

You paused as you approached the spirit gate; you were a few minutes early, as was your usual routine, so now there was nothing to do but wait for the gate to open itself up to you. You could only hope that at least one of your previously-rejected gifts had been accepted this time, but the spirits could be finicky.

As you stared at the metal archway that made up the gate to the spirit world, the open space of the archway began to glow. The glow got more and more solid, and soon you were standing in front of a swirling door; pinks, blues and purples flowed around each other, making the doorway almost look like the surface of a mystical lake. As you stepped into the magical doorway, you reminded yourself again of the last rule, be out by midnight. You had done this before, you could do it again.

As always, you found yourself standing at the start of a path made of silver light. You stared out at the colorful forest that now surrounded you, the silver path winding around the cherry blossom trees as it led towards the shrines of the spirits. As you began to walk forward, basket of tokens in hand, you kept your focus on the path ahead.

Your grandmother had stressed that you were never to leave the path, no matter the circumstance. The path kept you on track, and more importantly, unseen.

The spirits were not the only ones to inhabit this world; while this was a place for spirits, it was also inhabited by azakana, the race of demon spirits that fed on human suffering. You had never seen the spirit deities, but you had on occasion caught sight of dark shapes moving around the trees, the shadows alone sending shivers along your skin.

While you were on the path, they could not see you, and they could not touch you. You had heard too many stories about azakana as a child from your grandmother; stories of azakana ripping people apart, swallowing them whole… you had heard more than enough to do everything you could to avoid contact with the vicious creatures. Part of you wondered if that was what had happened to the spirit guardians who never returned, but you tried not to dwell on it. You could think about the dangers of the azakana when you were safely back in your village.

Trying to calm your mind, you took the opportunity to admire the scenery as you walked along the path. Even as dark as it was, the light pink trees were undeniably beautiful, the petals that fell around the path creating a scene that looked straight out of a painting.

The forest was dense with trees, but your path remained clear of even petals or dirt, the silver under your feet glowing with celestial light. You took notice of small animals as they roamed the forest, your attention focussing in on an unnaturally-colored fox as it walked along the thick root of a tree before disappearing from sight. While you couldn’t help but want to observe the unique landscape of the spirit realm, you did not stop walking. Your time here was finite, and you knew that you could not afford to get caught up in the beauty of this place, not unless you wanted this forest to be your tomb come midnight if you did not leave on time.

As the trees began to thin out, you caught sight of the short wooden bridge that would take you across the river and to the first of the spirit temples. You approached the shrine to find it empty, as it always was, absent of even the small animals that roamed the forest.

You had been by here six times before, long enough for you to feel at least somewhat comfortable navigating your way around. The silver path led you right up to a purple pedestal decorated with a vibrant snake made of gems that were deeply embedded in the stone of the podium. Coming to a stop at last, you opened up your basket with a small smile; at least the snake spirit was easy to choose gifts for.

Reaching into the basket, you pulled out a small brooch in the shape of a tied ribbon. It was made of pure silver and dotted with brightly-shining gems. You had spent a while selecting it, so you hoped that the spirit would accept it. The bracelet you had left last time had been taken, which gave you a nice burst of confidence. You could only hope that the rest of your gifts from last month had been accepted as well.

Placing the brooch in the center of the pedestal, right on top of the jeweled snake’s body, you closed the basket, turning to continue on the path. You had nine more shrines to visit after all, and a restrictive window of time.

If you remembered correctly, the next shrine was the one with twin swords carved into its pedestal. One of the tough ones. Not one of the gifts you had left there had been accepted. With no other option, you were left to keep guessing, bringing a different thing each time in hopes it would be accepted.

As you approached the simple stone pedestal, you were surprised to see it empty. Your excitement quickening your steps, you hurriedly approached the temple, heart soaring as you looked down at the twin blades carved into the ancient-looking stone.

You stared at the simple carving, willing yourself to remember what it was you had brought last time. After a moment of thought, you recalled placing a simple wooden flute on the pedestal, more out of desperation than anything. You weren’t sure what about the flute the spirit was interested in, but you were relieved that one of the more picky spirits had accepted one of your gifts at last.

Reaching into your basket, you pulled out a delicately-carved wooden bird. Hopefully the fussy spirit would like the bird, but even if you came back next month to a rejection, you knew now that the spirit had an interest in musical instruments. You were starting to see what your grandmother had meant when she had said you would come to get an understanding of each spirit’s personality, even if you still had yet to have all of the spirits accept a gift from you.

After placing the wooden bird on the pedestal, you bid farewell to the shrine, walking towards the slender purple trees that denoted the next spirit’s domain. This spirit had the most unusual symbol – a horned mask that was reminiscent of a demon. You had no idea what the spirits actually looked like, but had no desire to meet the spirit of this shrine, afraid that their symbol denoted a demonic personality as well.

It didn’t help that the forest that led to his shrine was impossibly dark and dense. Unlike the domains of the other spirits, you had never seen an animal in this forest, just dark trees that loomed over you with branches like forked lightning, blocking much of the already-dark sky overhead.

Despite the scary appearance of this spirit’s domain, they had accepted all of the gifts that you had brought so far. As scary as this place was, you were relieved that you likely didn’t have to worry about this particular spirit taking their wrath out on you or your people for a lack of gifts they deemed acceptable.

After a few minutes of walking, the darkly-colored temple of the demon mask spirit finally began to show through the trees. You continued to walk towards the temple, eyes focussed on the small building’s sloping roof, when you were stopped by a tug on your long ceremonial skirt.

Turning back, you found one side of your skirt caught on a thorned branch that ran along the ground. With an annoyed sigh, you pulled gently at your skirt, wanting to avoid ripping your skirt in the process of disengaging yourself from the vine.

You felt annoyance rise up in you when your gentle tugs did nothing to free you, your skirt still firmly ensnared by the thorns. You sighed; you really didn’t have time for this, not with how many more temples you still had to visit.

Putting down your basket, you took hold of your skirt with both hands and gave it a harsh tug, resolving to just repair the skirt later if it ripped. When one hard pull failed to free you, you began to yank repeatedly at the fabric, knowing that it would be a bad idea to reach your hand outside of the path to grab the vine itself.

After at least a minute of pulling on your skirt, you were getting desperate. The skirt’s material was too tough to rip easily, and you didn’t have a knife on you to tear it with. The only weapon you had on you was a small stone ball wrapped in a prayer scroll, an old weapon used to scare off azakana that your grandmother had said you must always have on you while in the spirit realm. You had thought it was silly, but she had insisted, despite never encountering an azakana herself even though she had been the spirit guardian for so much of her life.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you resolved to give it one last try, and then you would have to just take off the skirt. As unhappy as you would be to do the rest of the walk with just underwear and shoes on your lower half, getting stuck in this place would be infinitely worse.

Both hands gripping onto your skirt, you took a deep breath as you braced yourself, and then pulled hard. Unlike the past few minutes, this time your skirt was dislodged immediately, as if it had never been stuck in the first place.

You had expected a fight of it, and had yanked on your skirt so hard that it coming free easily threw you entirely off balance. The long skirt did you no favors as you stumbled on it, trying to right your balance, but the fabric won out in the end as you stumbled back into your forgotten basket, causing you to trip and fall backwards with a surprised yell.

You closed your eyes reflexively as you fell backwards, your back immediately uncomfortable as you fell back against what felt like a large tree root. But the stinging of your back was nothing compared to the explosion of sound and sight you experienced as you opened your eyes.

The spirit realm had always been silent and still, but now it was anything but. The previously-quiet skies were now filled with the most horrifying creatures you had ever seen, demonlike bodies twisting in the skies as they let out inhuman screeches and growls. The trees too were infested by many-limbed azakana, their claws digging into the bark of the trees. Eyes wide with terror, you were confused as to why this was happening all of a sudden… at least until your eyes focussed in on the silver path just ahead of you.

You shot up with a gasp. You had fallen off the path, broken one of the only rules your grandmother had set for you, and now you were seeing why it was so important.

You had to get back there before any of them saw you. If you attracted the attention of even one of these demons, you were dead for sure.

Your skirt still tripping you up, you scrambled forward on your hands and knees, desperate to get yourself the few feet it would take to get back onto the silver path. Your fear began to morph into relief as your hand reached the path, followed by the rest of your upper body. You quickly made to crawl the rest of the way back onto the path, glad to have the momentary terror behind you, when you were startled by a painfully tight grip on your ankle.

Before you could react, you were yanked backwards, your attempts at gripping onto the ground futile as you were suddenly thrown back in the air. You landed harshly on the ground, the wind knocked out of you, whole body burning with pain.

Sitting up with a groan, you flattened your back against a tree in fear as you took in the approaching form of the most horrifying creature you had ever seen.

It had the body of a worm, but it was at least fifty feet long and twice your width. It loomed over you, its giant body writhing with excitement that was plain on its face. While its body was that of a worm, it had the face of a demon. Wide yellow eyes, pupilless and oversized for its face stared you down, its jaws open wide, teeth as long as your fingers gleaming even in the dark. Its face was blood red, nose two slits on its face while several horns protruded from the crown of its head.

Looking around, you realized that you had nowhere to run. With a tree at your back and this thing’s massive body blocking the way back to the path, you were trapped. Eyes darting around, you tried to find something, anything that would help you, but all you could see were the dark trees; that, and the azakana around you had all stopped their screeching to stare hungrily at the scene before them.

As you were desperately pondering a way out of this situation, the giant worm began to close in on you, eager to claim its prey. As you squirmed against the tree, a small thump against your thigh reminded you of the protection stone you had sitting in your skirt’s pocket. If you threw it at the creature, it could give you enough time to escape back to the path and get yourself out of this nightmare.

You reached quickly into your pocket, but the movement seemed to spurn the azakana into action as well as it quickly darted towards you. You managed to throw the stone, but cried out in pain as one of the demon’s horns impaled your shoulder at the same time.

Upon hitting the creature, the stone broke apart into silver smoke that quickly filled the area. The azakana jerked back with a shriek as soon as the smoke hit it, fleeing as fast as it could. Its cries of agony were not the only ones to pierce the air; the smoke quickly spread around the forest, causing the rest of the azakana to flee when it came near them. Soon their cries faded and you were left alone and bleeding, vision obscured by the thick smoke.

You clutched your shoulder, your fingers becoming quickly soaked by your own blood as you gritted your teeth from the pain. You braced yourself against the tree, slowly standing up, keeping a hand pressed to your still-bleeding wound. You desperately tried to seek out the path with your eyes, but you were feeling increasingly dizzy the more blood you lost.

Your vision was growing shakier by the second as you pushed yourself off the tree, stumbling in what you believed to be the direction of the path. Every step felt like a mile as you slowly shuffled forward, but you forced your body onward; in your current state, you knew that you were dead if you stopped moving. Your best bet would be to turn back and leave the way you had come in. You would have to bring the other spirits two gifts next time to make up for the empty pedestals they would find tomorrow and hope they would not take their anger at your failure out on your village.

It was hard to pick out a silver path in the midst of the silver fog, but you nearly cried with relief when you spotted the familiar otherworldly silver light peeking through the smoke. You dragged yourself the last bit of the way, strength failing you, and collapsed as soon as you were back in the safety of the path again.

You whimpered, clutching your shoulder as you tried to ignore the searing pain. Looking down, you found your formerly-white shirt red with blood, the material sticking uncomfortably to your skin. You were finding it hard to concentrate on anything other than the pain, never having dealt with a wound this extreme before.

Letting out a sob as the strain it caused your wound, you forced yourself to your feet again. It was hard to see with all the smoke in your way, but you had to keep moving or you would bleed out long before the azakana would get another shot at you.

Your vision was now so blurry that you felt like you were dreaming, but you pressed onward, following the light of the silver path. If you hurried, you could make it back in time to find a healer, because you knew that you would die without help.

It felt like you had been walking for an hour when the fog that surrounded you had finally cleared, but when it did, you felt like crying. Instead of the two-bladed spirit’s temple, you found yourself staring at the familiar temple of the demon mask spirit. You took a few more stunned steps before collapsing beside the spirit’s pedestal. You had gone the wrong way.

You closed your eyes, not wanting to look at the temple that signalled your own incompetence, or at your blood staining the grass beneath you. This was it; your spirit had become as broken as your body, leaving you with no more strength to move or even open your eyes. You would die here, so far from home and in incredible pain. You could only hope as your consciousness drifted away that you had not doomed your village as well.

 You woke up feeling slightly cold, as if your window had been left open on a chilly night. You kept your eyes closed for another minute, waiting for the aching in your head to fade, finally opening them when your head had stopped pounding.

You weren’t dead, but you didn’t know where you were. The room that you now found yourself in was large, but lacking any furniture other than the futon bed you were laying in. The wall was patterned with a mountain scene that had you transfixed, at least until you realized that you were able to move your shoulder without any pain.

Hurriedly sitting up, you turned to look at your shoulder, seeing a large hole in your shirt, but no gaping wound. The blood that had soaked your clothes was now dry, the only evidence that you had bled at all the stains that covered your clothing. You touched the area where the wound had been, still unable to believe that it had vanished, before you remembered the events that had led up to the wound being inflicted on you.

Had someone found you and brought you back to the village? You weren’t in your home, you knew that much for sure. You had never seen these walls before, not a single note of recognition coming to you as you got up from the futon and began to look around the room.

Seeing no clues, you decided to leave the room. If someone had rescued you, then you needed to thank them. And as much as you didn’t want to, you had to explain what had happened to the village elders. This had been your mistake, and you couldn’t hide from it, not when it concerned the safety of the village.

Leaving the room, you found yourself in an empty hallway. The room that you had been in was the last one in the hallway, so there was only one direction for you to go. You passed a few doors on your way down the hall, but they were all closed, and you didn’t want to intrude on your rescuer’s privacy after they had rescued you from certain death, so you left them be.

“Hello?” you called out when you turned from the hallway into a small entrance room, slightly disappointed to find it empty as well. Where was the owner of the home?

At least this room was less barren, so you took the time to wander around the room and take a look at things while you gave the person some time to return before you headed home.

While there was no furniture in this room either, your gaze was drawn to the lanterns that were hung from the ceiling of the room. They were hung a bit too high for you to reach, so you had to settle for staring at one from below. Even with the height difference, you could tell that they had an odd glow to them that you couldn’t place. You had never seen a lantern glow like that before, and had to avert your eyes when an unsettling feeling that you were having a hard time placing began to creep up on you.

As you turned to look at the doors ahead of you, the feeling began to intensify. Your wound disappearing, the mysterious glow of the lanterns, and the owner of the home’s absence… it was all pushing you rapidly towards a conclusion that you didn’t want to accept.

Slowly, you walked towards the doors, knowing that you would have to open them and either confirm or deny your sudden suspicions. It was hard to believe that someone from your village had come into the spirit world to save you, but you wanted to believe that it was the truth. But each step you took towards the door eroded your confidence more and more, but you had to know.

The door felt cold against your palm, unease swirling in your chest as you stared at the wooden door, knowing you needed to open it, but afraid to know the truth. Cursing your own cowardice, you began to push the door open before you could convince yourself not to, watching as the small sliver of outside grew as you opened the door wide enough for you to slip out of it.

Your hopes were dashed immediately. There was no mistaking the purple of the trees for your small village, nor the unnaturally clean river that flowed around the temple you stood outside of. It was equally as unbelievable as being rescued by one of the villagers; who could have rescued you from certain death in this place? You had never seen a soul here besides the azakana and the small animals that roamed the forests, and neither one of them likely had the desire or means to save your life.

Your chest felt tight as the possibilities swam in your head. Were you dead? You didn’t feel dead, but how else could you have woken up in the spirit realm, your deep wound completely gone?

Now that you knew you were still in the spirit world, you couldn’t just go back into the temple and pretend that everything was alright. But what were you supposed to do? The sun was out, so it was clearly daytime, so there was little chance of the path still being here, not unless your grandmother had lied to you.

It was weird looking out at the spirit world in the daytime; you had only ever seen this place at midnight hours, and found yourself transfixed by the beauty of this world in the daytime as well. The purple trees gleamed in the sunlight, swaying gently with the morning breeze. The whole scene would have been calming, if it weren’t for the fact that no human was ever supposed to see it.

You knew that the path home would not be open for a whole month, and while the thought was depressing, you couldn’t just give up. Just because nobody who had gotten trapped here had ever returned didn’t mean that there was no other way back. You couldn’t fool yourself into being optimistic, but you also weren’t willing to roll over and die without trying to find a way out of here.

Reluctantly, you made your way down the steps, heading towards the pedestal that stood in front of the temple. The carved demonic mask in the stone of the pedestal stared up at you, just as you thought it would. You knew that those distinctive purple trees were only in the demon mask spirit’s territory, but part of you refused to believe that was where you were until you gazed down at the pedestal that could not have belonged to anyone else.

You hung your head as you tried to make sense of what had happened to you. All signs pointed towards someone or something here saving you, but you couldn’t understand why a spirit would save you. From all you knew of them, the spirits did not act unless there was a benefit for them. You let out a sigh, tracing the pedestal carving with your fingers as you pondered your next move.

“Are you alright, little human?”

The deep voice directly behind you combined with a clawed hand on your shoulder startled you back into a hard chest with a gasp. Spinning around so quickly you nearly gave yourself whiplash, you came face to face with the spirit you had been the most afraid of, the one wearing a golden mask over his face identical to the one carved into the face of the pedestal.

“You… you…” you stammered, backing away from the figure.

You shivered with fear, wrapping your arms around yourself as you continued to back away from the spirit, not taking your eyes off of his intimidatingly large figure.

He was tall, taller than all of the men in your village, but it wasn’t his height that quickened your steps backward. His skin was bright purple, the ridges of his defined chest and abdomen a vibrant fuchsia. You could see none of his face, as it was covered by a golden mask with white slits for eyes and sharp golden teeth. Though now that you thought about it, the mask could <i>be</i> his face; you had never seen a spirit before, so you had no idea what they normally looked like.

His outfit consisted of a short vest and hakama pants, a thick silver braided cord laced through a gold masklike buckle tied around his waist like a belt. Other than two beaded necklaces around his neck, he wore no other accessories. His wild silver hair was tied back, but hung behind him in spikes, two large horns jutting out of his forehead. Overall, he made for a very intimidating figure, each step he took towards you prompting you to take one back.

“I’m sorry for being in your domain,” you fearfully apologized, staring at his mask. “I’ll leave now so you–”

“Stop!” he demanded, the authority in his voice stopping you in your tracks.

You flinched as he pulled a section of cord from the back of his belt, the end of the cord tipped with a large golden hook. Before you could react, he tossed the hook your way, the implement making a sharp noise as it cut through the air. You shut your eyes, too scared to move as you awaited your death for upsetting the fearsome spirit.

A horrific screech from behind you had your eyes flying back open, watching as the spirit’s hook dragged a large dark creature past you and towards himself. Clutching your hands to your chest, you watched as the struggling azakana was yanked towards the spirit, who then slashed at it with his claws, the demon vanishing with an ugly scream.

As soon as the azakana had been killed, the spirit re-stowed his hook before turning his attention back to you. He approached you again, slower this time, his head bowed slightly, and you were struck by the thought that he seemed to be trying to make himself appear less threatening to you. You were so confused by his sudden meekness that you just stared in confusion as he approached you.

He stopped a short distance from you, and now that he was close, you finally took notice of his long ears, longer than any ears you had seen before even on an elf, but now those ears were drooped downwards. The large spirit was silent before you, looking like a kicked puppy.

When he was confident that you weren’t going to run from him, he slowly reached up towards his face, pulling the face plate from his mask away from his face. You were surprised to see relatively normal facial features, minus his large brow ridge where his forehead met his horns. His face was as purple as the rest of him, but his eyes were the most unusual feature of his face, fuchsia where they would be white on a human, his irises white instead. He wasn’t exactly handsome, but he didn’t look anything like the monster you had imagined would be under that demon mask.

“I apologize if this form… repulses you,” he said, his long ears still drooped.

How could you have ever thought he was a monster? Seeing how sad he looked, you felt overcome with the need to comfort him.

“No,” you refuted gently. “You don’t repulse me. And… you saved me back in the forest, didn’t you?”

“I did,” he confirmed quietly, seeming awkward under your curious gaze.

“But why would you–”

You were cut off by a loud howl from the forest behind you, and watched as the spirit’s expression turned severe, a deep frown overtaking his features. His gaze flit to something behind you, but before you could turn back to see what he was looking at, you were distracted by him stepping closer to you.

“We must head inside my temple,” he spoke quietly but sternly, his white eyes still on the forest behind you. “It is not safe for you out here.”

Without another word, he turned to retreat towards the temple, your eyes drawn to the shiny gold hook on the back of his belt, the same hook he had used to draw the azakana to him earlier before he had clawed it in half. As unnerving as his appearance was, he had saved your life more than once now, so after a short moment, you shelved your reservations about him for now and scurried after him. You heard another demonic howl as you retreated, but were too scared to look behind you as you climbed up the steps to the temple, following behind the spirit as he entered.

Entering the room, you found the spirit standing in the middle of the room, facing you. Feeling unsure, you slowly entered the temple, flinching when the door shut by itself as soon as you had walked through it. You looked back at the doors in disbelief before turning back to face the purple-skinned spirit, but were surprised again to find a different man in his place.

“Who–” you gasped, backing up, watching as the handsome man’s face was overcome by surprise and concern.

He stepped towards you but then froze, lowering his hand to his side. The motion brought your eyes down to his hand, frozen beside a very familiar corded belt. There were clear differences; the end of his hakama was now lined with gold trim, and the rips in his collar and the tails of his belted sash were absent, but it was undeniably the outfit that the purple spirit had been wearing. Unchanged as well were the two horns that protruded from his head, still the vibrant shade of deep purple melding into fuchsia.

Whereas before you were afraid to look at him, now you couldn’t look away. The gold demon mask he had worn was gone, so now there was nothing obstructing his otherworldly handsome face. His eyes now looked like a normal human’s, minus his now-fuchsia irises, his skin now pale instead of the bright purple it had been. His formerly-silver hair still hung back in spikes, but the now-dark-purple locks also hung over his forehead and fell to the sides of his face. In all, he was absurdly handsome, his visage well-befitting the title of a spirit.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

Your eyes met his, and you felt your cheeks flare up with shame and embarrassment. Here he was looking genuinely concerned for you when you had been busy checking him out. You noticed that his ears had drooped again in worry, which was not helping you try to focus on something other than how cute he was.

Realizing that you should probably answer him, you nodded. “I’m okay. I didn’t expect your appearance to change so suddenly so I was… surprised.”

“I apologize,” he said, eyes flitting to the ground. “I understand that a demon’s appearance would be distressing to a human.”

“No!” you interjected, not wanting to make him look so sad, but also not wanting to have to own up to your blatant ogling. In the end, the spirit’s downturned eyes and drooping ears got to you, your cheeks pink in anticipation of what you were about to admit to. “It’s just… you’re much more handsome than I expected of a spirit with a demon mask for a totem.”

It was his turn to turn pink, his eyes looking up to meet yours, mouth open slightly in surprise. He smiled shyly, the sight not helping your soaring heartbeat.

“Lost souls run from me, so I feared that you would be the same,” he admitted.

You silently admitted to yourself that you could see why, given how intimidating his more demonic form looked. Not wanting to keep the mood in the room so down, you decided to change the subject and maybe get some answers at last, but were surprised when he spoke up first.

“You are welcome in my temple, little human. I am called Thresh.”

Oh. You weren’t expecting such a formal introduction, but gave your name in return with a small bow of your head. From all that you had been told as a child, a spirit’s temperament was fickle at best, and you were desperate to not offend the spirit before you, even if he hadn’t done anything to you up to this point.

Another horrible screech from outside the temple, sounding closer than before, had Thresh tensing up slightly. “Before I answer your questions, there is something that must be done first.”

The sounds outside were only growing louder and closer; it sounded like an army of azakana were approaching. You were so distracted by the noises that you failed to notice Thresh approaching you until he had taken one of your hands in his. With a quiet gasp, you looked down at your hand, his purple clawlike nails gently resting against your hand. Looking up from your hand, you found Thresh staring intently at you, the seriousness in his eyes catching you off guard.

“I must offer you my protection. It is the only way to keep the azakana at bay. Do you agree?” he spoke, leaving you feeling frozen under his intense gaze.

You couldn’t help but feel like there was some hidden meaning in his words that you were not understanding, but with the cries of the azakana getting closer, you didn’t have time to ask.

“I agree,” you spoke quickly, just wanting the azakana to go away.

Thresh nodded once before placing his other hand, the one covered in striped blue fabric up to his biceps, over the back of your hand. You watched as a purple glow surrounded his hand, and then engulfed your own hand. Your hand began to feel cold, <i>too</i> cold, but Thresh’s tight grip on you didn’t allow you to pull away. That, and your hand was feeling more numb by the second.

Just when the sounds of the demons outside were getting too close to bear, Thresh let go of your hand and the noises outside stopped all at once. Looking down at your hand, you found the previously-unmarred skin now bore a familiar mark… the same mark engraved into the stone pedestal just outside the temple. The purple demon mask laid on your skin like a tattoo, but it hadn’t hurt like you had heard they did; even the cold you had felt had quickly faded once Thresh had released your hand.

“My mark will protect you as long as you are within this temple or close to me,” Thresh explained.

Yesterday, the mask on your hand would have been terrifying, but now the sight brought you comfort; it was the only reason you weren’t being torn apart by azakana right now. But more than anything, you felt curious; why would a spirit go out of his way to protect you? There were lots of humans in your world; it wouldn’t be unusual for a spirit to view a human life like humans would view a bug.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked at last, at least a little proud that you had got the words out without stuttering.

“You are the human gift bringer, are you not?” Thresh answered your question with a question of his own, waiting for your stunned nod before continuing. “Your gifts have been a comfort a demon like me does not deserve. I could not allow such a precious mortal to die at the claws of the azakana.”

“How did you know I brought those gifts?” The question was out of your mouth before you could stop it. As soon as you had spoken the words, you were kicking yourself; you were the only human that came to this world, at least to your knowledge, it was obvious how he knew who you were.

Thresh didn’t look annoyed, as you feared he would, but instead looked happy to answer your question. “Your aura is the same one that surrounds the items you leave. I could never mistake your aura for another.”

You couldn’t do much other than stare at him, astonished at the warmth in his voice. The thought of a spirit knowing of you personally was almost too much to comprehend. Your hands went to the collar of your shirt, needing something to fiddle with to settle your nerves, but you quickly retracted your grip on the material when you felt the unpleasant starch the dried blood lent to the fabric. Now that you thought about it, the shirt felt heavy and uncomfortable against your skin, the darkened ruddy red-brown color now a reminder of just how close you had come to dying. That, and your skin was still stained with dried blood as well; looking down at the red under your nails, you realized what a sight you must be right now. If anything, Thresh had more reason to be repulsed by your current appearance than the other way around.

As scared as you were to impose any further on him, you were just as reluctant to spend a month covered in your own blood. “Is there somewhere here where I can bathe?”

You felt bad asking, but you reminded yourself that it had to be done. If he said no, then that was that, but you had to try for your own sake.

Thresh looked pensive for a moment. “There is the lake of souls.”

You jolted at the ominous-sounding name. “Is that safe?”

“It is the place new human souls appear when they come to this world after death,” he answered matter-of-factly. “I have not gone there in so long. It is not a place for a creature such as I, undeserving of its essence. However, the waters there are safe for bathing in.”

Thresh walked past you to the temple doors, and you turned to follow him, eager for a bath, even if it was in some odd soul water. Thresh raised a hand to the door, but seemed hesitant to open it. You stared at his back, unsure of what to say, when he turned his head back to face you, that same sad look back on his face.

“I must warn you; outside of this temple, I do not have the power to maintain this form. I apologize if you find me distasteful to look at.”

“It’s okay,” you replied, quietly feeling sorry for the spirit. He seemed infinitely more bothered by his appearance than you were, which helped you to feel more comfortable around his purple-skinned form. You could never have imagined a spirit would be so meek.

You followed Thresh outside, but hesitated at the bridge that led over the river and towards the forest of purple trees, the trauma of being attacked by an azakana in that forest last night stopping you in your tracks with fear.

Thresh was halfway across the bridge when he noticed that you had not followed, turning back to cautiously approach you. He had forgone his golden mask, leaving only the metal along his jaw, so you could see the worry in his expression as he stopped before you, offering you his gloved hand.

“I promise that you are safe. While you are under my protection, the azakana cannot see you,” he spoke with earnest.

You stared at his hand for a moment before reaching out to grab it with the hand that was emblazoned with his mark, the purple horned mask shimmering under the morning light. Thresh grinned happily when you took his hand, his grin only half visible under the lower half of his golden mask. You weren’t sure if the golden metal that covered his lower face and the top of his ears could be removed or not, but you didn’t want to draw attention to his appearance, so you let him lead you across the bridge and into the forest.

Despite your initial apprehension, you found yourself admiring the beauty of the spirit world in the daytime. The colors were so much more vibrant, the entire forest seeming so much more alive than it had before. Even the animals seemed livelier, soft noises of life reaching your ears from the oddly-colored animals that called this forest their home.

While you could not be seen by the azakana, if Thresh were to be believed, the animals were a different story. You even caught sight of that odd little fox you saw on your visits sometimes sunbathing on a rock, its teal tail spread out below it, the tip falling to the ground. It looked very relaxed, until you caught sight of its ear twitching before its eyes opened and it stared directly at you, almost as if it wanted you to know that it had caught you staring.

Its gaze made you feel too exposed, like it knew something that you didn’t. You turned your attention elsewhere, not wanting to attract even the attention of a fox in this place. Now that you knew you were visible to the animals here, you wondered what other things lived in this place alongside the ones you had seen before. They lived in the spirit world though, so it was not a guarantee that they were as harmless as they seemed, which you would have to keep in mind if you wanted to leave this place alive in just under a month.

A whole month in this place. The full extent of your situation began to sink in, leaving you with more questions than you had answers for. Was Thresh even willing to put up with for you a month? And what would you do for food or water while you were here? You had no answers, but decided not to press for them until after your skin was no longer stained with your own blood. You had not felt so thoroughly unclean in so long, the desire to be clean again overriding all other desires at the moment.

Thresh led you through the forest until the trees began to thin out, leading to an area of mossy rocks surrounding a large body of clear water. The area was silent, but it was a tranquil silence, the area seeming to radiate a calming energy that helped to soothe your still-frazzled nerves.

“The lake of souls,” Thresh introduced with a sad look in his eyes that confused you. What about this beautiful place made him look so melancholy?

“Is it okay to bathe here?” you asked warily, watching the gentle ripples in the water’s surface. “This place seems too sacred to dirty by bathing in it.”

Thresh shook his head. “This place exists for human souls, therefore it also exists for human souls that are still living as well.”

You were still reluctant, but decided that it was better to give in and bathe here rather than stay filthy for a month. You walked towards the water’s edge, stopping just short of the lake’s gentle waters. You turned your head back, expecting Thresh to have at least turned his back to give you some privacy, but he stood in the same spot, still staring expressionlessly out at the lake.

You were about to call out to him when a sudden noise from the water behind you startled you. You looked back at the water, unsure of what was happening, an odd disturbance in the middle of the lake catching your notice immediately.

What looked like a very small tornado had appeared on the surface of the lake, some sort of a bright light at its center. You stared, puzzled by the strange display before you. You had no frame of reference for any part of this situation; you had been the spirit guardian for only six months, and it was abundantly clear to you how little you knew of the spirits and their world.

You leaned forward, squinting slightly as you tried to figure out what was happening, when suddenly the small tornado turned scarlet red and furious, the inner glow burning red hot. You backed away from the water with a gasp as what sounded like a high-pitched scream rang out across the lake; whipping your hair around with a burst of slightly-too-warm air.

You couldn’t scramble away fast enough, terrified by this strange entity, unsure if its next move would be to charge at you or not. Thresh had said you were safe from azakana while under his protection, but this thing didn’t look like any of the azakana you had seen last night.

“Thresh, what is that?” you asked, voice quiet and frightened.

“A disquieted soul,” came his solemn answer. “It has not accepted its death and is rejecting its new form.”

“What?” you breathed. That sounded awful. How horribly could this person have died to come to the spirit world in such a state? “Can you help him?”

Thresh was silent, eyes unfocused, like he was somewhere else entirely, only snapping out of his thoughts when you called his name again. He turned his back to the lake, the motion making the beads around his neck knock against his chest.

“I can do nothing for him,” he said at last.

“What?” you began, worry bleeding to frustration. “But you’re a spirit. Your job is to guide human souls in the afterlife.”

“…not anymore,” he murmured, chin drooping along with his ears. You couldn’t see his face, but you could imagine his eyebrows sunken in despair just by the tone of his voice.

The soul was still in panic, and you couldn’t just leave them like that, even though Thresh seemed perfectly content to ignore the problem. You had always pictured the spirits as omnipotent beings that cared for human souls, allowing their loved ones to rest knowing they were in a better place in death, but watching the spirit before you dismiss the soul’s pain snapped something within you.

“We bring you offerings in exchange for your protection!” you shouted, watching Thresh’s back tense up in surprise. “Protection in this life and the afterlife. If you let that soul suffer, then you don’t deserve the gifts I’ve brought you!”

He finally turned to face you at last, and now you could see the sorrow in his white eyes. “I am unworthy of my position, I was enlightened of that long ago.”

“Somebody told you that you couldn’t help souls?” you asked.

He answered your question with a single nod of his head. “My involvement will only make things worse.”

You felt bad for him, but didn’t find yourself believing what he did about himself. He didn’t seem inherently bad to you, and with nobody around, even a sorry attempt to help would be better than no attempt at all.

“Please, Thresh,” you implored the spirit, determined to try at least one more time. “That soul is hurting and it needs you. Will you please try to help?”

You could see on his face that he was wavering, but eventually his eyebrows lifted, expression shifting to one of stony determination as he walked past you to the edge of the water. “Very well. I will try.”

“Come to me, my child,” he spoke to the soul, and you were stunned by how his voice filled the area despite being no louder than his normal speaking voice.

Despite being thoroughly devoid of knowledge of the spirit world, you could tell that there was power in his words. Deep inside you, you could feel a pull to obey his words and go to him, but you were easily able to ignore the urge. The soul on the lake, however, clearly could not resist as it began to drift closer to where Thresh stood at the water’s edge. You stayed where you were, transfixed by the scene before you but also unwilling to get closer to the fiery soul tornado that was coming your way.

The soul quickly approached Thresh, only calming when he reached out to take it in hand, the tornado dissipating and leaving behind a ball of now-white light. Now that it wasn’t a whirling tornado of fire, the soul looked rather peaceful. You couldn’t understand Thresh’s reluctance to help; he had calmed the troubled soul with only a touch, so how had he come to believe that he was so incapable of helping souls?

With his other hand, Thresh raised the lantern that was usually attached to his roped belt, the soul gently drifting inside before leaving the lantern as a soft purple wisp. The lantern lit up with a bright glow, and for a moment, you watched Thresh’s appearance flicker back to his more humanlike side, his pale skin and deep purple hair visible for only a short moment before his form returned to its usual demonic appearance.

Thresh stared down at his lantern for a long moment before finally stowing it back on his belt and turning his attention back to you. “The waters are now calm.”

You couldn’t help but wonder why he still looked so sad even after he was able to subdue the restless soul, but quickly pushed your curiosities down inside you; you had already yelled at him, and you didn’t want to push your luck by pressing him with questions and end up having him revoke the protection that he had blessed you with.

You passed the silent spirit with a small nod, waiting until he walked into the trees before you approached the water. You couldn’t see him in the trees and could only hope he hadn’t forgotten about you and left. You hadn’t been around him very long, certainly not long enough to understand him beyond a superficial level.

You removed your shirt first, wincing with disgust as you peeled the fabric off, dried blood having stuck it uncomfortably to your skin. Laying your clothes out next to the water, you were astounded that you had survived that much blood loss. Obviously Thresh had intervened and saved you, but you were surprised you had lived long enough to be saved in the first place. It was only by Thresh’s intervention that you were here in this place as a human and not a ball of light like the soul on the lake, and how had you repaid him? By freaking out on him and then yelling at him. It was a miracle you were still standing after showing such disrespect for a spirit.

You thought a quiet apology as you got into the water, feeling bad that you were dirtying such a sacred place with your blood, at least until you noticed that the red seemed to disappear the second it hit the water. With wide eyes, you tried again, wiping a wet hand across your shoulder and watching as the supernaturally-pure water made the flecks of dried blood disappear, the water once again clean. You let out a relieved sigh as you continued to wash yourself, glad that you didn’t have to worry about sullying the sacred lake with your blood.

You dunked your head under the water, allowing the water to wash away all of the grime that had accumulated in it since you had come to this place. Coming back up for air, you took another look at your shoulder, still not fully able to believe your fatal wound was gone. Running a hand over the spot, you could barely believe it had been run through with an azakana’s horn if you hadn’t watched it happen and felt the horrible pain yourself.

As you thought back to being surrounded by azakana, you suddenly felt all-too-exposed, naked and alone in the wide open area of the lake. Looking around, you didn’t see anything, not even an animal, but you still felt uneasy. Now wanting to be done as soon as possible so you could return to Thresh’s side, you quickly grabbed your clothing from the lakeside, doing your best to get the blood out of the fabric.

Your clothing was soaking wet, but the white fabric was only dyed very lightly red-brown now, which was better than it had been before. There was not much you could do about the large hole in the shoulder of your shirt, but you felt better knowing you wouldn’t be wearing clothing that was half soaked in your own blood.

Walking up to the treeline, you hesitated to enter the trees alone, instead calling out for Thresh at a volume you hoped he would hear, but not anyone or anything else that might be nearby. You were trying not to jump at every little sound, even though you were not fully sure what it was that you were afraid of in the bright light of the early afternoon.

You weren’t left waiting long, as Thresh quickly appeared from behind some trees, his expression neutral. At least he wasn’t looking as sad as he had at the lake, but that didn’t mean that you had any idea about how you were supposed to interact with him after your outburst. That, and you still had no idea what would happen to you for the rest of the month you were stuck here for. You didn’t know if spirits ate or slept, but you wouldn’t survive long without either. Thresh had offered you his protection, but that didn’t mean that he intended to put up with a live human in his space for a full month.

As nervous as you were, you forced yourself to speak up. “I appreciate you bringing me to the lake,” you started, feeling intimidated by Thresh’s lack of expression. “But I was wondering if there was a place here I could stay in for my time here, preferably one with food humans can eat. If you could just point me in the right direction, I won’t impose on you any further.”

The purple spirit’s silver eyebrows drew together in apparent confusion. “You… do not wish to remain with me?”

“Uh…” You hadn’t expected him to look so sad; you would have thought a spirit wouldn’t want to spend a month of their time babysitting a human that was dumb enough to get themselves mauled by an azakana and trapped in the spirit world.

“I understand if it is hard to be around a creature like me,” he spoke, a bittersweet smile on his face. “I will ask another spirit to protect you in my stead. I had not meant to cause you distress with my company.”

The spirit before you seemed so meek, and as he spoke, you realized he also seemed so… lonely. The downward turn of his gaze was enough to propel you forward, one hand on his arm making him look up to you with shock.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought I would be in your way. I would love to stay with you if that is okay.”

You realized that maybe you had laid it on a bit thick as Thresh’s purple cheeks turned bright pink, the pink whites of his eyes turning cyan blue. Panicking, you removed your hand from his arm, hoping it would help him calm down. Was he dying? You hadn’t meant to kill him! You had only been trying to make up for making him so sad, but hadn’t anticipated such an intense reaction from him.

Thresh let out a shaky breath, letting you know that you probably hadn’t killed him. “Your company would be most appreciated, little human. I have been alone for far too long in this place.”

His color gradually returned to normal, which was a relief for you, along with the fact that he looked to be in a much better mood now. You finally felt like you could relax a bit, lips raising in a shy smile; now you just felt embarrassed for overreacting yet again. It was a wonder that Thresh was willing to put up with you.

You followed Thresh back to his temple in silence, but it was a much more comfortable silence. It was a relief to know that you had somewhere to stay for the month, taking one worry away from the pile you had accumulated since coming here.

You followed him out of the forest and across the bridge that led over the river with the unlit lanterns in it. You were content to alternate between looking at the scenery and staring at Thresh’s back, at the still-shining lantern and hook attached to his belt, at least until you re-entered the temple.

The change was immediate; the tattered clothing and bright silver hair shifted, Thresh’s appearance reverting to his humanlike form again. But instead of being nervous, you found yourself thinking about the way his appearance had flickered between forms earlier by the lake, and about what he had told you.

“Thresh?”

The spirit hummed a short reply, turning around to stare at you curiously.

You took in his pale-skinned form, which would have looked deceptively human if not for the elongated ears and horns. “Earlier, at the lake… for a second, you looked like you do now.”

Thresh nodded, the same bittersweet smile from earlier gracing his lips. “You were right, I have not been worthy of the gifts you bring for quite a long time. It is my role here to care for souls, and doing so gives me the power to maintain this form. I have often thought that my hideous form is a fitting punishment for forsaking my duties.”

“You said someone told you that you weren’t capable of helping souls…” He did not deny the statement, so you continued. “But you were able to calm that panicking soul down immediately. I think you’re more capable of helping souls than you think.”

“I did,” he replied after a short silence. “But my past is not so easily forgotten. Come, I will prepare you some tea.”

He turned away, leading you towards the hallway where all the rooms were. It seemed that he intended to avoid the topic, which only made you wonder more why that person had told him that he couldn’t help souls. You had seen him soothe that soul with your own eyes, and you could see no reason anyone would have to take issue with him. But you didn’t want to press him on it further and upset him, so you followed quietly behind him until he stopped at the first door in the hall.

This room looked very similar to the one you had woken up in, the same mountainscape painted on the walls, but the air in this room had a gentle flowery fragrance in the air, likely from the incense that lay on a small white dish in the center of the room. The décor was very simple, with only a small table and some cushions, as well as a small cabinet in the corner.

Thresh approached the cabinet, while you went to take a seat on one of the floor cushions. A small rattle of china brought your attention to Thresh as he approached the table, carrying a tray with a simple deep blue clay teapot and two cups.

Placing the tray down, Thresh looked sheepish. “I apologize for the state of my tea set. I have not had company in several hundred years.”

Just how old was he? You watched as he poured the teapot, surprised when a light green liquid began to pour into the cup. There was no source of water in the room, and you doubted that the tea would last the hundreds of years since he had said he last had company, so it was likely supernatural in nature. You really hoped that eventually you would stop being surprised by every little thing in this place, but it was hard when everything here was just so different to the simple world you lived in.

You waited for him to pour his own tea before taking a sip of yours, a gentle, sweet taste settling on your tongue. The tea was unlike any you had tasted before, like it was flavored with some berry that grew only in the spirit world. Finding you were quite thirsty, your tea quickly disappeared, and you were soon left with nothing but an empty cup.

“Did you enjoy it?” Thresh asked quite eagerly, his own tea yet untouched.

“Yes, it’s lovely!” you answered, caught off guard by his sudden energy.

“I am glad,” he spoke with a soft smile, the sight making your heart skip a beat in your chest. He finally brought his cup to his lips and took a sip, letting out a pleased hum. “It has been too long since I last tasted this.”

“You can’t drink it when you’re alone?” you asked, setting your cup down.

“I can,” he answered. “But spirits do not need to eat or drink, so I only partake when I have company. Drinking this tea alone only reminds me of my solitude, which spoils the flavor.”

You bit your lip as you pondered what to reply. He seemed so casual about his loneliness, like it was something he had long since accepted as fact. You had always thought of the spirits as faceless, omnipotent beings that were so far above humans that they weren’t even comparable. Seeing him now, you did not see the faceless deity you had brought presents to, nor the terrifying spirit that had initially greeted you in front of the temple, but instead a being not so different from yourself.

You understood his feelings well, especially as of late. Your grandmother was the last person you had that you had really felt close to, and you had barely begun your spirit guardian training when she had suddenly died, throwing you into your role before you were ready. The people in town would speak to you, but there were none that you could really connect with, and you knew that they often kept you at arm’s length. Your connection to the spirits was a curse as much as it was a blessing; you had heard whispers around you before suggesting that displeasing you would bring the ire of the spirits upon oneself, as if you were some vengeful warden intent on using the spirits for your own benefit. Just thinking about it made your chest ache with that same loneliness that was in Thresh’s eyes.

Thresh had only simple food on hand, which was fine with you. Food to eat and a bed to sleep in were more than you could have hoped for, but Thresh seemed happy to play host to you.

You weren’t content to just sit around and be catered to by someone who had saved your life and gotten nothing in return. After you ate, you had gotten to work after finding a broom and some cloths, intent on paying Thresh back for his kindness.

“You are not my servant,” Thresh insisted with a pout from twenty feet away from you.

At first, he had tried to stop you from cleaning his floors, which you had refused, determined to do something for him. Then he had tried to help, but the first swipe of dust from the floor had sent him into such a wild sneezing fit that you had to banish him to the other side of the room, where he was currently trying to protest your cleaning spree from. He had started his fretting only after his sneezes had finally stopped, all while you tried not to giggle at how cute his sneezes were.

“You’re giving me food and a bed,” you replied. “This is the least I can do. And besides, you start sneezing if you even <i>see</i> dust.”

Thresh’s cheeks flushed pink. “I am truly ashamed at how long I have left my temple like this.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him, which turned his ears pink as well as his cheeks, but at least he had finally stopped protesting your cleaning of his temple. He still seemed intent to stay close to you, minus the dust-guarding distance. It was a little silly, but you didn’t mind the company while you worked.

Dinnertime came fairly quickly, the entryway completely spotless when Thresh finally convinced you to stop and eat. He sat across from you at the small table, drinking that same tea as you ate your meal.

“I’m afraid I do not have much food on hand,” Thresh admitted with a frown. “I will have to go fetch more supplies in a few days.”

You nodded, swallowing a bite of rice. “How long will you be gone for?”

“No more than a few hours,” he answered. “The trading post is not too far from here.”

“You have a trading post here?” you asked curiously.

“We do,” he replied simply. “It is where I get this tea from. But I have not gone in a long while. I have not had reason to go until now.”

His words made you worry that you were making him go out of his way, but the small smile on his face helped to relax you. He was a kind spirit, and you didn’t want to annoy him by constantly apologizing for inconveniencing him, so you would allow yourself to accept his kindness for now.

It turned out that Thresh’s bedroom just a few doors down from yours, which came as a great relief to you. You knew that you had his protection, the mark on your hand was enough of a reminder of that, but you were having a hard time fully ridding yourself of your fears, especially alone in your futon late at night.

This bed was not so different than your own one at home, but at the same time, everything felt so different. Even the air here was different; it somehow felt more pure here, and you supposed it made sense. This was a place free of the contamination of your world, as the only people here were the souls of the dead, and you doubted they had any need to breathe anymore.

You eventually fell asleep thinking of your grandmother, of the egg pudding she used to make the morning after she returned from doing her rounds as spirit guardian. You could only wonder what she would have thought of your failure only six months after taking up the post she had held for over fifty years. As you drifted off, you apologized to her in your mind for letting her down.

 As you walked into the entry room a few days later, you found Thresh getting ready to leave, a simple purple bag slung over one shoulder. The bag itself looked like it would hold up, but it was clearly well-used, and could use a good stitching in some parts. You made a mental note to offer to fix it up for him when he came back.

Thresh noticed you immediately, his fingers releasing the bag as he turned to fully face you.

“Have a safe trip,” you said. “I’ll do some more cleaning while you’re gone.”

“You do not have to,” he grumbled, before thinking better of it with a shake of his head. “I will return no later than this evening.”

“Got it,” you replied. You could find something to occupy you until then. It wasn’t like you were going to complain about being lonely when he was only making this trip for your benefit in the first place.

Thresh’s smile quickly faded, face and voice becoming more serious. “While I am gone, do not leave this temple. My protection can only keep you safe from azakana if you are by my side or within my temple. I could not bear it if anything happened to you while I was away, I implore you–”

There were the droopy sad ears again. It would be cute if he didn’t look so upset.

“I won’t leave,” you promised. “I’m not eager to meet any more azakana anyways.”

“But…” He seemed reluctant to leave you. He was even more concerned for you than you were yourself. You had never pictured a spirit to be such a worrier.

“I’ll be fine,” you spoke gently. “You should go now, or you’ll be late getting back and I might be so bored by then that I wander into the forest looking for dirt to sweep up.”

You had meant it to be a joke, but by the alarm in Thresh’s widened eyes, your joking tone hadn’t quite been understood by the highly-stung spirit. Regardless, your words propelled him into action at last as he made his way towards the front door, sliding it open.

As he crossed the threshold, you watched his deep purple hair turn silver again, his demonic form returning as he left the power of his temple. He turned back to face you, still looking vaguely like a kicked puppy.

“I’ll be here when you return,” you insisted. “Now go.”

He nodded once. “You will be… here. It is a strange feeling to have someone waiting for me to return. Strange, but not unpleasant.”

You smiled, giving him a short wave. Thresh returned your smile with his sharp teeth, reaching into a pocket to bring out the face plate of his golden mask and affixing it to his face. His expressive eyes now hidden from your view, Thresh finally turned to head towards the bridge that would take him into the forest.

You watched him go until his tall form was swallowed by the vibrant purple trees, slowly sliding the door closed when you lost all sight of him. You stared at the closed door for a moment before forcing yourself to snap out of it. Thresh was a being of this world, the creatures here did not present the same danger to him as they did to you. He would be fine. And moreover, you had some cleaning to do; hopefully it would tire you out enough for you to keep your mind off of Thresh.

Your own room was fairly empty, and you didn’t want to go into Thresh’s room while he wasn’t there, so for now that left the room where you had drank tea together.

The table was easy enough to clean, and you found yourself tracing a finger over a groove that ran along the length of the small table. Could he have gotten this from the trading post? Or was it just here, like his temple was? You felt like you could ask every question on your mind and still be no closer to understanding how this world worked.

The time passed quickly at first, but began to slow down rapidly after the first hour or two. You only realized how bad it was when you looked down at the cup you were polishing, only to realize it was the same one you had polished an hour ago. Maybe there were less things to occupy your attention here than you had thought.

Maybe a change of pace would help ease away the boredom you were trying to ignore. Getting to your feet, you returned the cleaning items to the cupboard in the entryway, letting out a sigh as you looked over the room.

You were distracted from your moping by a barely-audible noise coming from the direction of the front door. Taking a step toward the door, you heard it again, slightly louder this time. It sounded like something was scratching against the door, but it seemed to be something small.

You were debating what to do when the door was scratched against once more, followed by a low whine that sounded vaguely pained. Thresh had said not to leave the temple, but surely just opening the door would be okay? The creature outside whined once more, and your decision was made. You couldn’t just leave an injured animal outside, especially if it had also been attacked by an azakana like you had been. You would open the door, bring it in, and then close it back up. The plan was nice and simple, which was why it went awry almost immediately.

Sliding the door halfway open, you peeked out, seeing nothing. Perplexed, you wondered if you had been so bored that you were hearing things. It could be possible, but really, anything was possible in this place.

A high-pitched bark had you reconsidering your hallucination theory, looking ahead to see a white fox standing ten or so feet in front of you, staring right at you with supernaturally blue eyes.

As you stared at it, you realized that it looked familiar. Its vibrant teal tail, the bells on a magenta cord tied around its neck… was this the same fox you had seen that night on your walk? The same one that had caught you staring at it when Thresh took you to the lake?

But what was it doing here? Why would a fox go to so much trouble just to get the attention of one lone human?

The fox chirped, ensuring it had your attention before it dashed around the side of Thresh’s temple, disappearing from view. What was it doing? You stared in the direction it had vanished, confused, when another chirp rang out from the side of the temple. The fox would not stop talking at you, which began to make you think… did it want you to follow it?

You were wary, remembering Thresh’s warning, but his temple’s protection should include the temple land as well, wouldn’t it? He hadn’t specified, but the land had to count as well, didn’t it? And the fox was clearly not an azakana, at least it didn’t look like the ones you had seen that night. You didn’t stop to think about it any further, dismissing it as likely alright as you slid the door closed behind you.

“Hello?” you called out as you walked towards the side of the building. “Are you okay, little guy?”

Turning the corner, you expected to see the fox nursing an injury, but found yourself instead face to face with a striking woman in a short kimono.

You jumped back, catching yourself before you could fall down, staring wide-eyed at the magenta-haired woman. She tilted her head slightly as she appraised you, which drew your attention to the large pair of animal-like… <i>fox-like</i>… ears atop her head, which then focussed your attention to the mass of tails that flared out behind her.

“You took long enough,” she said, but her voice didn’t sound angry. “Now, we have to go. I don’t know how long we have until he comes back.”

“He…?” you pondered out loud as the words began to sink in. “Wait, I can’t! Thresh said his protection only works if I stay here!”

“You–” She started, but then cut herself off. “His… protection?”

You brought a hand up to your chest, taking a step back from the strange woman. “I… he…”

The woman moved towards you so fast that you were almost unable to see the movement, snatching your hand and bringing it towards her. You tried to tug your hand back, but her grip was iron as she leaned down to stare closely at your hand. You stared down at her, unease crawling along your skin, when you noticed that it was the hand that bore Thresh’s mark under her grip.

“He gave you… his mark,” she said, voice heavy with confusion. She released your hand at last, and you quickly brought it back to your side, still unsure of what to make of this weirdly intense fox girl.

“Who are you?” you asked, trying to estimate your chances of making it back inside before she caught up to you if it turned out that she was here to do you harm. “And why are you here?”

She smiled, and her tails seemed to fluff up behind her like a peacock. “My name is Ahri, and I came here to rescue you from Thresh.”

“From Thresh?” you echoed. Did she know something you didn’t?

“Yes,” she confirmed, sounding unsure herself. “I thought with his history, he may be keeping you here against your will, but…”

“No!” you denied, finding yourself flush with the need to deny her assumption. “I fell off the path and got attacked by an azakana. Thresh saved me and brought me here. He told me this mark would keep me safe until the month is up and I can go home.”

Ahri looked stunned, an expression you assumed she didn’t wear often. Her bright blue eyes looked from your hand that bore the purple demon mask up to your eyes before letting out a sigh. “…I didn’t expect to hear a human defending Thresh.”

What did she mean? Wait, she had mentioned history…

“Are you the one who told him he couldn’t help souls?” you accused quietly, even as your chest trembled at the idea of speaking to a spirit like this. But you had to know what she knew, had to know what had made her decide that Thresh was unworthy of the job you had seen him do perfectly with your own eyes.

“I have known Thresh for a long time,” she began wistfully. “Much longer than your people have been bringing us gifts for. We used to comfort human souls together back then.”

She looked so sad, just like Thresh had that day at the lake.

“But his care for the souls went too far. He began to see them not as mortal souls needing his guidance, but as his own children. He kept them with him, preventing them from experiencing what their souls need to learn in this world. We are here to help human souls, not cage them, and he forgot that,” she explained.

You almost felt tears come to your eyes at her words. It was clear the experience had scarred her as well.

She gave you a sad smile. “I’m relieved that he hasn’t harmed you, but you must come with me. There’s no telling how soon it will be before Thresh falls back to his old ways again.”

She didn’t seem like she was lying, but you still felt like you were being torn in two. Thresh’s face appeared in your mind, the sad expression when he talked about his past the only thing you could think about.

“…I can’t.”

“You can’t?” Ahri sounded incredulous.

“I watched him help a soul,” you said, voice unsteady. “He only did it because I told him he didn’t deserve my gifts if he didn’t. But he calmed it down so easily!”

This time Ahri stayed silent, and you took that as your approval to keep talking. “I think he regrets what he did back then. I don’t think he would hurt me, and I can’t just leave him when he still looks so sad.”

Ahri’s gaze was hard as she silently considered you. The seconds dragged on as you nervously met eyes with her, afraid you had gotten on her bad side. Thresh hadn’t flexed his authority as a spirit over you, but that didn’t mean that Ahri wouldn’t. The longer the silence stretched on, the less sure you were of anything; you weren’t sure whether to be relieved or not when she finally spoke up.

“Then… can I ask you to help him?”

“What?” you breathed.

Ahri let out an amused huff at your reaction. “You have more power than you may think. Thousands of years have passed and this is the first time Thresh has willingly left his isolation to help anyone. You may be the key to restoring his faith in himself.”

“But how could I…”

“Talk to him,” Ahri instructed. “Show him that he doesn’t need to confine souls to his side when he has others who care about him. Threaten to withhold his offerings again if you have to.”

Her grin told you she was largely joking about that last one, but that reminded you about something that had slipped your mind over the past few days.

“The gifts…!” you gasped.

Ahri grinned, showing off her sharp canines. “Already taken care of. I found your basket and brought the rest of the presents to the other spirits. I especially liked my new comb.”

You were momentarily stunned, but snapped out of it and bowed your head low. “Thank you! I don’t know what my village would have done if…”

“Raise your head,” Ahri commanded, and you stood up straight again. “I would not allow our deal to be revoked because you were attacked by azakana and unable to finish your route.”

“Still, I appreciate it,” you insisted. “I don’t want to upset spirits who got no gift while others did.”

“I’ve always watched the spirit guardians on their walks,” Ahri said. “This deal is important to us as well. The gifts you bring give us a connection to your world, and brighten our days. I have watched spirit guardians come and go, but I have never seen the spirits as happy as when they receive your gifts. Even Yone has not stopped playing the flute you gave him.”

Yone? So that was the name of the finicky spirit of the twin-bladed temple. It was a relief to know that the gift you had especially agonized over was received well.

“I did try to save you myself, but Thresh got to you first,” Ahri admitted. “With how isolated he’s been for so long, I feared what he would do with you. You are too important to us to allow anything to happen to you before it is your time.”

“Ahri…” You weren’t sure what to say. You had never thought that you would come to mean anything to the spirits here, at least not any more than anyone else who had done the job before you. You were so used to being tolerated that being appreciated felt like a foreign concept.

Ahri let out a contemplative hum. “I want to believe that you can bring Thresh back to who he used to be, but I can’t trust him just yet.”

She reached a hand up, gently removing one of the gold bells that hung on one of her hair accessories, holding the egg-sized bell out to you in her palm.

“If you need my help, just ring that bell and I’ll come,” she explained. “I will respect your wish to stay here with him, but I won’t have you here without help if you need it.”

“Thank you,” you replied nervously, reaching forward to take the bell from her palm.

“I’ll look forward to two gifts next time in return for all my hard work,” she teased, before her smile dropped in favor of a more serious look. “Just remember to be ready to get on the path when the door to your world opens again. Thresh’s protection will only last until the portal to your home is open.”

“I’ll be ready,” you promised her, even if it still felt like forever before you would be able to return to your life as it normally was.

Ahri smiled, the action lifting the pink stripes on her cheeks. “I think you can finally bring him back to us. Every spirit here will owe you a debt of gratitude.”

“Not more than I owe Thresh for saving my life,” you admitted honestly. “I’m beginning to think that the spirits have more regard for me than my own people do.”

You weren’t sure why you were being so open with someone you barely knew, much less a spirit, but deep down you suspected it was because Ahri felt like the closest thing to a female friend that you had ever had, as sad as that was to admit to yourself. For her part, Ahri didn’t seem to mind your oversharing, her smile unchanging.

“I will have to ask one more favor of you,” she said, bringing a finger up to her lips. “Don’t tell Thresh I was here. I don’t want him to be distracted by our past, so it’s better he doesn’t know that I came to talk to his little human guest.”

You weren’t so sure that hiding herself from Thresh would benefit him, but you agreed. It seemed to you that both of them cared for each other, but neither one seemed willing to make the first move. Thresh was too buried in his self-loathing, and Ahri seemed to think him seeing her again would be too painful for him. You didn’t know the full extent of their past, but it seemed to you that Thresh would benefit from knowing that other spirits cared about him. But at the same time, you had to respect Ahri’s wishes.

“…if he wanted to talk to you, would you see him?” you asked quietly.

Her blue eyes looked sad. “Of course I would, but I know he won’t want to see my face after all that’s happened between us.”

“Ahri…”

Her ears suddenly perked up and she glanced back over her shoulder quickly. “I can sense him coming back. I have to go.”

She brushed past you before turning back one more time. “I hope you can do what I couldn’t and get through to him. Remember that you hold more power than you think.”

She flashed one last smile before her form changed with a cloud of blue fire, leaving the fox with the teal tail in her place. With a farewell bark, she darted off behind the temple.

When her tail finally vanished from sight, you turned back to face the purple woods ahead of you. If what Ahri said was right, then Thresh would be coming back soon, and he would be expecting to find you inside the temple. You didn’t want to worry him, so you quickly retreated inside, closing the door behind you.

You had picked up the broom for an excuse, but had been so nervous that you had been zoning out staring at it when the front door slid open and your name was called.

You knew that he was coming back, but you were still startled when you looked up to see Thresh standing just inside the doorway, looking concerned. You straightened up, probably too straight, the broom falling from your grasp and hitting the floor with a loud thump.

How were you supposed to act now? You had hardly had any time to process what Ahri had told you, and now Thresh was here, unaware of what had transpired in the last ten minutes.

“Welcome back,” you greeted him, reaching down to pick up the fallen broom.

You looked back up at him, nervous that he would see right through you, but to your surprise, he didn’t ask questions, but instead approached you with a soft smile on his face.

“I am relieved to see you safe,” he said softly.

“I’m fine,” you replied. “You worry too much. You were only gone a few hours.”

He looked like he might continue to fret, so you changed the subject for both of your sakes. “How was the trading post?”

“It was… lively,” he answered. “I hope you did not overwork yourself cleaning my temple.”

“I didn’t do too much,” you answered, allowing yourself to relax at last; Thresh seemed the same as when he had left earlier. You shook your head, mentally scolding yourself; of course he was acting normal, he wasn’t the one struggling with the new information that you were.

What Ahri told you did make sense; you had realized pretty early on that Thresh was a lonesome spirit. Hearing that he had kept souls with him instead of letting them go on their soul’s journey had not fully surprised you, but you also hadn’t found yourself as scared as Ahri seemed to think you should be.

You only had a month in this place, was that really long enough to heal all of the pain that Thresh had collected in his heart over a lifetime? Ahri had too much faith in you, you were sure of that, but at the same time, you had meant what you had said; you didn’t want to just abandon him. He was no danger to you, this spirit that would sneeze if he even <i>saw</i> dust and was clearly more nervous around you than you were around him.

You had zoned out again, coming back to see Thresh before you, eyebrows drawn downwards in concern.

“Are you ill?” he asked, placing his ungloved hand against your forehead. “If you require–”

“I’m fine!” you insisted, backing away from his touch, his eyes widening in surprise at your reaction.

He looked a little hurt, which made you feel bad, but before you could apologize, he had moved away from you. You watched as he reached into his satchel, pulling out a small cloth package.

“I have procured you a gift. Hopefully it will help lift your spirits.”

You accepted the package, lifting the cloth folds to find four soft white balls, the sight something you hadn’t seen since your grandmother was alive. “Daifuku…”

“I have been told that they make these at human festivals,” Thresh said. “I was told these ones have strawberries inside.”

…just how your grandmother used to make them. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until the first tear fell from your chin, dripping onto the cloth in your hands. You blinked, realizing that your eyes were wet. You had really thought you had finally got over the loss of your grandmother, but seeing the strawberry daifuku, clearly wrapped and prepared with such care, brought your emotions back to where you had been that day six months ago when you had gotten the news.

Your tears had immediately frazzled Thresh, whose eyes went impossibly wide. “Are you… I should not have…”

You brought a hand up to wipe your tears away with your sleeve, sniffling maybe slightly too loudly in your efforts to rein in your sudden burst of emotion.

“It’s not your fault!” you cried out, startling both of you with your sudden volume. “It’s just… my grandmother used to make strawberry daifuku for me before she died. She was… she was the spirit guardian before me.”

Thresh quietly took in the information, staring hesitantly at you. “So you are not displeased?”

You took a further few seconds to compose yourself before replying. “No, I’m not displeased. It’s just been a lonely six months since she died, and she always made these to cheer me up when I was upset.”

“You are lonely?” Thresh inquired. “I have heard your village is quite a populated one.”

You bit your lip, his words bringing back every bad memory you had of your life growing up as the granddaughter of the spirit guardian, next in line for the position yourself. The pain of their treatment felt ten times worse now that your grandmother was not there to share the burden of social isolation with you.

You let out a sad sigh. “Could we have some tea?”

Thresh readily agreed, and soon you sat across from each other at that small table, a cup of tea in front of you, the daifuku placed in the middle of the table, yet untouched.

“I only really spent time with my grandma. The other villagers tolerate us for what we do for them, but they don’t like us. Unless they’re forced to speak to me, they just avoid me.”

“I do not understand why,” Thresh retorted, purple eyes dark with anger. “You have been here so little time, but you are already so dear to me. Your people are ignorant.”

“They’re scared,” you corrected. “They think that I hold some influence over the spirits just because I bring you gifts. They think that if they make me mad, I’ll tell you to burn their homes down or something. I’ve overheard mothers telling their children not to make eye contact with me. Even if I did have the power to make spirits do what I want, I would never use it, but it’s not like any of them would believe me if I told them that.”

Thresh’s angry look had softened into one of sadness, pity clear in his eyes. The look made you uncomfortable, not used to being looked at like that by anybody. Your grandmother had been the only person who ever listened to your worries, and now she was gone to a place far beyond your reach.

“They’ve probably noticed I’m gone by now. I assume they’re more worried about finding my replacement than my likely death,” you mused sadly. “Thanks for listening, Thresh. It’s been a long time since I had someone to talk to.”

“I know what it is like to be so… alone,” Thresh spoke softly, nail tracing along the side of his still-full teacup. “The souls are… <i>were</i> my companions. They gave me power, and they kept me company.”

You said nothing, Ahri’s words from earlier echoing in your head as you gazed at the forlorn spirit before you.

“But they were not mine to keep,” he continued. “They were by my side at the expense of their soul’s path. The loneliness I suffer is my punishment for falling to such ignoble behavior.”

“Thresh…”

“But you have done nothing to deserve to be shunned by your world,” he growled. “I do not deserve the offerings you bring, but they are unworthy of the protection this world lends them.”

“I’ve never thought about it like that before,” you admitted. “But I don’t want them to be subjected to the mountain’s dangers just because they don’t like me. And without this job, I would have nothing. I feel like it’s my last tie to my grandmother, doing what she did for so long.”

You had been staring down at the table, but looked up as Thresh’s arm came in your peripheral vision. You watched as he gently picked up a soft daifuku, setting it down in front of you. Your gaze shot up, meeting his startlingly intense violet eyes.

“You have not lost your ties to her. Souls do not cease to be when they die. When I touch a soul, I can see how they came to this place, what is most important to them. I did not encounter the soul of your grandmother, but I am sure that if I did, I would be shown your face. Your memories with her are your connection to her soul.”

You pulled back from the table, not wanting your tears to fall in your likely-lukewarm tea. His words had a strange way of seeping into your skin, your loneliness feeling less heavy on your chest as you took in his words.

It was hard not to feel alone in your empty house, in a village that feared and hated you. But here you were, with someone alike in your pain, even if your lives could not have been more different. Here you were, sharing tea and daifuku like you had done so many times with your grandmother. The memories of her didn’t have to be a burden; they could be your strength.

Thresh must think you were a bad representation of your species, crying your heart out in front of him like a baby. But when you wiped your tears and gathered up the courage to look at his face, you found it surprisingly neutral, watching you like he was hesitant to say any more.

You picked up the daifuku, taking a bite and savoring its gentle sweetness on your tongue. The taste swept you up, and soon you had finished the whole thing. Realizing you still had company, as silent as he was right now, you swallowed the last bit of daifuku before setting your palms on the table.

“Thank you,” you said. “For the daifuku, and for what you said. I don’t think I’ve felt this content in a long time.”

Your tears hadn’t fully stopped, and that combined with your smile seemed to be confusing the spirit before you, but he nodded in response, a small smile gracing his lips. “I am glad I could help ease your burden, little human.”

“Are you going to eat one?” you asked, gesturing to the daifuku.

Thresh reached forward, taking a daifuku in hand and bringing it up to his mouth, staring at it in wonder.

“Have you not had daifuku before?” you asked curiously as you reached for another one yourself.

“I do not partake in food often,” Thresh admitted. “The shopkeeper told me that this was a food humans liked to eat.”

You smiled at his thoughtfulness; it was a nice feeling to know that he had taken such care in selecting something for you that he thought you would like. Combined with the slight flush to his cheeks and his shy smile, you almost couldn’t believe he was one of the spirits you had held in awed regard for so long. He had no reason to go so out of his way to bring you a comfort from home, but in doing so, he had shown more consideration for you than anyone in your village ever had.

You would repay him for his kindness; if he could pull you out of your misery, then you would do whatever you could to do the same for him. And you only had a month here to convince him of his worth, so you would have to start soon. That night, you went to bed with hope in your heart, hope that you and Thresh were both worthy of more.

 You sat up, your bare legs being tickled by the grass you laid on. Looking around, you found yourself in a glade, surrounded by dark, gnarled trees that grew so far overhead that they blocked the sky entirely. You didn’t know what time it was, or where you were, or how you had gotten here.

You jolted forward at the sensation of something brushing against your back, a chill running up your spine at the sudden contact. You turned your head back to look, but saw nothing but the dark forest that surrounded you. A loud snarl rang out in the quiet forest, startling you and sending you curling in on yourself in fear. What was happening around you?

“I cannot see you,” came a dark growl, followed by a face appearing out of the darkness mere inches from your own.

You scrambled back with a scream, staring in terror at the large creature before you that you were horrified to realize that you recognized.

“I cannot hear you,” the demon-faced worm continued, its long body twisting around just above you. “But I can <i>smell</i> you.”

You pressed yourself back into the grass, desperate for this <i>thing</i> to not touch you in its circling in the air. There was no mistaking this demon for anything but the one that had attacked you that night in the forest. The realization brought a phantom pain to your shoulder, your memories returning to you in full.

How did you get to this place? You had been safe. Thresh told you that you were safe. Your only relief was that the demon didn’t seem to be able to see or hear you.

“I can smell your fear,” it purred sinisterly. “But it is your flesh I want. I was so close, and then your delicious fear would have been all mine.”

There was nowhere to run. The trees blocked you in, and even if there was a gap in the branches to run to, you were too scared to move and break whatever spell kept the azakana from seeing you.

“I can still taste your blood,” the azakana snarled, its wormlike body thrashing violently above you. “And I will taste it again. You cannot hide from my eyes forever, and then you will be mine to savor, to break into a thousand pieces before I devour your weak body. You will never escape your fate.”

A flash of light crashed above you and you closed your eyes, raising your arms up to shield your face. It felt like the bright light was about to be upon you, but then it all faded to black.

You sat up in bed with a gasp, breathing heavily. Looking around the familiar room, your heartbeat began to slow as you realized that it had just been an awful dream. It had felt so real; that azakana’s horrible raspy growls right next to your ear that had spoken of promises of not being done with you yet sending chills up your arms even if the safety of your room.

Immediately, you wanted to tell Thresh what had happened, but quickly reconsidered. It had been horrible, but it was just a dream. Thresh was a worrier, and you didn’t want to trouble him with something as silly as a bad dream, not when he had so much of his own problems to worry about.

Letting out a sigh, you laid back down on your side in your futon. You stared at the mountainscape painting on the wall, letting the still image relax you and bring you back to reality. You knew it was still too early to get up, so you would have to try to get back to sleep, as daunting of a task as that seemed right now. Closing your eyes, you could only hope that your impending sleep would be dreamless.

 You woke up slowly, unable to remember if you had dreamed or not, which was a vast improvement on your earlier nightmare. Feeling fully rested, you only felt more confident in your decision to keep this to yourself. Thresh had more important things to worry about than a human having a bad dream, and you supposed that today was as good a day as any to start working on that promise you had made Ahri to restore Thresh’s confidence in himself.

You began to brainstorm ideas as you did a sweep of the entry room. Since you had begun cleaning, the temple didn’t have much dirt to sweep up, but the action helped you focus on how you would get Thresh to begin helping souls again.

You doubted he would agree just because you asked him; while he had done it for that soul in turmoil, the emotional aftermath was something you thought it would be better to avoid if you wanted to make progress. But what else did that leave?

Starting slow seemed like your best bet, but how would you get him out of the temple? Stuck in here, he would likely not get any better, considering how much of a hermit he had been for so long. Setting the broom against the wall, you finally had an idea settle in your mind, as sneaky as it may be.

 “The lake of souls?” Thresh echoed, caught off guard.

You had ambushed him the moment he had come into the room, startling him with your sudden request.

“I like to bathe every day if I can,” you spoke, doing your best to sound casual so he wouldn’t suspect anything. “Would it be okay if we went back today?”

Thresh stared down at you, blinking tiredly. He tended to be sleepier in the mornings, which you were hoping would aide you in your plan. As you waited for him to reply, you took in his messy bangs and rumpled collar. You found yourself constantly surprised by how cute he was; such a difference from your initial impression.

Eventually, the half-awake spirit relented with a slow nod. “I can take you there now.”

“How about some tea first?” you suggested. “I don’t want you to doze off and fall into the lake.”

Recalling the fact that you had caught him sleeping standing up two mornings ago, Thresh agreed. “…that may be wise.”

He allowed you to force some morning tea on him, and was considerably more awake when you both set out. As you followed him down the forest path, you began to appreciate his demonic form as well, the purple of his skin contrasting beautifully with the violet of the trees all around you.

You would have to start slow, but you were already running into problems. What would be a happy medium between doing nothing and pushing him at a soul and telling him to deal with it? You knew that getting him to talk to Ahri would likely be good for both of them, but that would probably require a lot of convincing both of them to agree. Ahri didn’t seem confident that Thresh could change so easily, so you would have to show her that he was worth redemption before you got her to meet him again.

You had been probably too deep in your thoughts, so deep that you hadn’t noticed that you had arrived at the lake until Thresh was in front of you, leaning towards your face with a worried expression.

You quickly stepped back, embarrassed by both his sudden closeness and your own lack of paying attention to your surroundings. Giving yourself a moment to calm down, you looked from Thresh to the waters behind him, just as beautiful as they had been yesterday. The sight focussed you; you couldn’t let this chance go to waste, even as uncertain as you felt.

“Um, Thresh…?” you spoke up, nerves doubling when he looked at you curiously with his white eyes. “How often do souls appear here?”

Thresh turned to look out at the water as he considered your question. “It is more frequent at times of strife and war in your world, but otherwise it remains steady. Although the flow of death may have changed in my absence of duties.”

“Do you want to try again?” you asked carefully. “Like the last time we were here?”

“I…” He sounded conflicted, posture too stiff. “If I repeat the same mistakes–”

You stayed silent until he finally looked back at you, finding yourself shocked by the tears pooling unshed in his eyes. “How can I know that I will not give into my cursed loneliness again? If I were to accept my role and then fail again… I am afraid I will not survive another fall.”

Thresh let out a low exhale, closing his eyes for a short moment before reopening them, his eyes no longer watery, but expression still plainly sad.

“I know it’s not much, but I’m here now,” you offered. “So you won’t be lonely while I’m here with you.”

Thresh looked surprised, his eyebrows raising as he stared at you in disbelief. But you could still see the reluctance on his face; as much as you wanted to help him, it would be hard to fix so many lifetimes full of trauma. Just when you were ready to hear his rejection again, an idea came to you, and you couldn’t help but cut off Thresh’s about-to-be-spoken words in your excitement.

“One soul a day!” you exclaimed as soon as the idea hit you.

“You…”  Thresh seemed confused, which was fair considering you had just shouted words in his face with no context.

“One soul a day,” you repeated, holding up one finger before him. “What if you help one soul every day? I’ll be here to keep you from getting lonely, and if it’s too difficult, you can stop, but just try one a day… please?”

“One soul a day,” he muttered to himself, running one hand up his other arm as if trying to stave off a chill.

“I’m right here,” you insisted. “I’ll be right here if you need me.”

You could see the hope in his face. You could see how close he was to agreeing, but he was still holding himself back. Why was he still resisting?

“Please, Thresh,” you appealed to him one more time, unable to keep the emotions you were feeling out of your voice. “You can really help these souls. If it were me… if it was my grandmother’s soul, I would feel better knowing someone like you was here to greet her when she came here.”

“If it were you…” he considered with a soft sigh. “I suppose I cannot abandon these souls if they have left someone like you behind.”

“Thank you!” you cried out in relief, surging forward to wrap your arms around him in a hug.

Feeling him stiffen immediately, you pulled back as you realized what it was you had just done. You had been so overjoyed that it had overwhelmed you, or at least that was the only reasoning you could come up with.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking–”

“No, you have done nothing to offend me,” Thresh denied awkwardly, skin noticeably pink even as his lips formed a small, shy smile. “I did not mind your contact at all.”

You felt your own face warm as you stared at Thresh’s happy blushing face, a realization crashing onto you. Nobody your age in your village really talked to you, but you had taken notice of boys your age, wishing they would talk to you while knowing that they never would. But staring at Thresh now…

“…actually, I rather enjoyed your embrace,” he admitted, shocking you with his openness.

You quickly looked down, nails biting into your palms at your sides. This was more than you had ever felt for any cute boy you had admired from afar in your village, more than any emotions you had felt when reading romantic stories in books your grandmother had bought you. This spirit in front of you who did not rebuff your contact, but instead seemed to welcome it had developed a closer place in your heart than any of the people in the village that your duties protected, and you didn’t know what to do now that you realized how your feelings were changing.

You were too scared to confront the feelings inside you, so you opted for the easy way out. “So when do you think a soul will appear?”

 Thresh had handled the soul perfectly that day, if not slightly more nervously than the first time you had seen him do it. You had stood by his side as he had called the soul to him, taking it into his lantern and then releasing it. You could tell he had hesitated when letting the spirit go, but he had done it without complaint, even though you knew his mind was likely on his past as he did so.

You had been surprised to return to Thresh’s temple that day to see that one of the lanterns that floated in the river around the temple was now lit with a bright purple light. You hadn’t been the only one who was surprised; Thresh had stared openly in awe of the lit lantern, something he then told you he had not seen in hundreds of years.

You began to notice a pattern. Every day when you returned from the lake, a new lantern had lit up. The lights were exciting to look at in the daytime, but were downright mesmerizing at night, vibrant purple light drifting gently on the water. As the days passed and more lanterns came alight, you and Thresh began to take your evening tea outside.

“It’s so beautiful,” you said after taking a sip of your tea. “We don’t have anything like this in my village. Not unless you believe the rumors about what it looks like at the top of Mount Targon.”

“I have grown so used to this sight that it becomes hard to appreciate it,” Thresh mused. “But sitting here with you, it feels like I am seeing this world anew.”

“I felt the same way after I nearly died,” you replied. “This world has always amazed me, but after you saved me, I’ve gotten to see so many new sides of this place. You would think it would scare me to be here after I was attacked, but I don’t feel scared at all.”

“…not even of me?” Thresh asked quietly. “Nobody would blame you would fleeing at the first chance you got from a fiend like I. I admit I was pleasantly surprised to return from the trading post to find you still here.”

You turned from the lanterns to face Thresh, his expression neutral, but eyes wavering like he was anticipating a rejection.

“How could I be scared of you?” you countered. “You’ve been kinder to me than anyone. And you’re not really scary, not unless you have your gold mask on.”

“…oh,” was Thresh’s muted response.

You couldn’t help a quiet laugh. He was so hard on himself. It was no wonder it was like pulling teeth to get him to agree to your one-soul-a-day plan. He had been alone for so long, with not even himself to believe in him.

You knew that you were maybe putting yourself too out there as you leaned your head against his shoulder. “I wouldn’t have survived here without you. And I don’t just mean you rescuing me. Your company has been the biggest blessing I’ve received in a long time, Thresh.”

He didn’t respond, so you made to move your head from his shoulder to look at his face, but were stopped by a gentle hand on the back of your head.

“Could I ask you to stay like this, little human? Just for a bit longer?”

You hummed quietly, leaning into his side as his hand instead began to gently run over your hair, the glow of the lanterns illuminating the softly-flowing water before you.

 Your plan to slowly adapt Thresh to handling souls again had been going well; every day a new lantern lit up, and he was able to maintain his humanlike form outside the temple for longer and longer. No matter how much you tried to reassure him that you didn’t find his demonic form off-putting, he still seemed insistent to be in his “prettier” form as much as he could around you.

You knew he didn’t make the same effort when he wasn’t around you; every time he went on a run to the trading post, you saw him drop his humanlike form when he hit the trees and didn’t think your eyes were still on him. It had to have been a drain on him to stay in his purple-haired form as long as he could, but he never complained. You had come to find both of his forms… attractive, in their own respective ways, but it wasn’t like you could just openly tell him that. He was a spirit and you were a human, and besides that, your time here was limited.

You had been trying not to think about it, but your time here was almost up. You had three days left before you would go back to your usual life, a thought which only felt more painful considering the taste you had gotten of a better life, one where you weren’t some pariah. But you said nothing of your worries to Thresh; if you wanted to help him, you had to be strong and face the end of your time together with a smile on your face.

You had finally realized the extent of your feelings for Thresh, back a week ago sitting at the river’s edge with your head on his shoulder. At first you had dismissed the butterflies in your stomach as nothing more than situational; of course you would feel like this, he was the only man to ever really interact on a meaningful level with you, anyone in your situation would feel the same way. You told yourself that again and again, but it didn’t feel right. Eventually, you were forced to confront the truth; you weren’t feeling this way because he was a man who bothered to talk to you, you were feeling like this because he was the man he was.

He hadn’t offered you his shoulder since that night, but that didn’t mean that he was pulling away from you; in fact, it was quite the opposite. He seemed to have an incessant need to be close to you, and had insisted on holding your hand every day on your walks to and from the lake. You were unable to refuse the contact, as much as you knew it would hurt you in the end when you had to leave. Whenever he smiled that wide, toothy smile at you, you were putty in his hands.

You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from him, so you allowed yourself to just enjoy his closeness for now, even if the impending end to your time together was slowly burning a hole in your chest. But even if you wanted to forget how little time you had left here, you couldn’t. You still had one more thing you had to do.

Thresh had gone on what was to be the last supply run while you were still here, promising to bring back a special tea he had heard about as well as more daifuku. You watched him go, waiting until you could no longer see his figure before you enacted your plan.

You soon wouldn’t be here to keep Thresh company, so you needed to make sure someone was. And given your limited interactions with other spirits in this world, the choice was easy to make.

It was obvious that Ahri cared about Thresh, but not to the detriment of the souls. But he had come so far, and you needed Ahri to see that. If you wanted to return Thresh to his former glory, her support would be vital.

You hadn’t seen her again since that day, but you had a feeling that she was still keeping an eye out for you. You knew that neither of them would reach out to each other on their own, their shame and pride too much for them to overcome by themselves, so you would take things into your own hands.

You retreated back to your room, snatching up the scroll and writing brush Thresh had given you when you had expressed an interest in drawing to help pass the time. Tearing off a section of the scroll, you began to write a letter to Ahri, asking her to come to the lake tomorrow at mid-morning.

After the ink had dried, you folded the note in half before making your way to the area behind the temple where you had spoken to Ahri before. Bending down, you placed the folded paper on the ground, then placing a large rock on top of it to keep it from fleeing with the wind.

Once the note was secured, you stood back up, looking out over the forest. If you had been on your spirit walk, you would have continued walking into the forest and onto the next temple, but right now was anything but an ordinary visit to the spirit world. You were having a hard time remembering which spirit’s temple was after Thresh’s on your route… was it the one with the arrow? Or maybe the one with the antlers carved into their pedestal?

Either way, you couldn’t see much of anything in the forest behind the temple. You knew it would be too much to hope to see a small fox lingering around, but you would have to trust that she would find the note and agree to meet you tomorrow. You knew that she wanted to see Thresh performing his duties as he once had, so you hoped that her curiosity of what could be would compel her to accept your invitation. She seemed to have faith in you, so you hoped that she still trusted your judgment.

There was no point standing out here, not knowing when Ahri would even come by, but you had never seen Thresh come back here, so you knew the note would be safe from anyone but Ahri finding it. So it was back inside for you to work on the idle work; Thresh had gotten you some new clothing to wear after noticing your discomfort with your blood-stained ceremonial robes, and you had been slowly trying to repair the stained and ripped clothing. Maybe you could finally sew up the hole in the shoulder before Thresh returned from the trading post.

The next day, you were walking with Thresh to the lake, trying not to let all of your worries show on your face, but it was hard not to think about all of the events that would soon be upon you. This would be your one and only chance to get Ahri and Thresh to make up, at least while you were still here. And more troubling still, today would be your last full day here; at ten o’clock tomorrow night, you would step back onto the silver path and leave this place behind for your regular life. Somehow the thought of walking through this place as spirit guardian sent sadness coursing through you, since when you walked the silver path again, you would no longer be able to see Thresh.

But you wouldn’t let Thresh know of your dour thoughts, putting a smile on your face as you talked about what a nice day it was, although that didn’t mean that your eyes didn’t begin to fervently scan the area once you arrived at the lake.

You were not as subtle as you thought, as Thresh turned his head to look back at the patch of trees you were currently eyeing.

“Does something trouble you? The azakana should not–”

“No, it’s nothing!” you quickly denied. “No azakana, just…”

Then you caught sight of something over Thresh’s shoulder, a fluffy-tailed little creature emerging from the bushes. This was it. You could feel your heart rate pick up considerably, your palms feeling sweaty as you felt the pressure for this to go well.

Why had you put off telling him until now? It just made things harder. But you couldn’t lie to yourself; every time you had wanted to warn him, he had looked at you with those soft eyes and you had chickened out.

In truth, you were scared. Even thinking of Ahri seemed to send Thresh’s mood downward, so how was he going to react when he found out that you had gone behind his back and met her, had invited her here now? It was selfish, but you just wanted to enjoy the rest of the time you had left until you had to tell him. You knew he would have every reason to cast you out early over this betrayal, but at the same time, it had to be done. You couldn’t continue to be selfish with such important things at stake.

“Thresh, there’s something I have to tell you,” you said, forcing each word out almost against your will.

“Are you alright?” he asked with a frown, one hand raising to cup your cheek. “If something is ailing you, I will–”

“I’m okay,” you said, trying to keep yourself together. “But there’s something you need to know. I met with Ahri.”

Thresh froze, his hand cold against your skin. Ahri had emerged fully from the brush by this point, but did not come any closer, her eyes on the scene before her. Turning your focus back to the spirit before you, you found Thresh staring down at you, waiting for an explanation, the pain in his face making you feel like you had thorns in your heart.

“The first time you left for the trading post, she came to see me. She was worried… worried that you would do the same thing with me that you used to do with souls.”

Thresh looked down, hand dropping from your cheek like you had burned him. His pulling away saddened you, but you had to keep going.

“I told her you weren’t like that anymore!” you exclaimed. “I told her that you’re a good person, Thresh. That you just needed help to restore your faith in yourself.”

“She told you about me?” Thresh’s voice was so quiet that it was hard to hear. “What I used to be… I had hoped you would never know. I fear I could not take your rejection too.”

You had expected anger, not this almost tangible sadness. Thresh’s breathing was shuddered, the spirit shrinking in on himself, unwilling to meet your eyes. He looked broken, and the sight hurt your heart so much that you found yourself reaching out to him, laying your hand over the cold metal of his golden jaw mask, fingers brushing against the purple skin of his face.

“I don’t care who you used to be,” you spoke, hoping your words would be enough to reach him. “I care about who you are now, Thresh. These past weeks I have seen a spirit who is more than worthy of taking care of human souls, and I wanted Ahri to see too. You’re both hurting, and I just wanted you to understand each other for once.”

“I can’t say I expected to see you like this, Thresh,” Ahri said, now in her shifted form as she walked towards you.

“Ahri…” Thresh pulled back from you to turn and face her.

“It’s been a long time,” she greeted. “But she’s right. This talk has been long overdue.”

“I am not…”

“Please, Thresh, just listen to her,” you implored him, taking his hand back in yours.

Thresh whispered your name, staring down at your joined hands for a long moment before relenting. “…very well.”

“Glad to see you listen to someone,” Ahri grinned, holding up her hands in mock surrender when faced with Thresh’s grumpy frown in response. “I’ve been wanting to talk with you for quite a while, but it didn’t feel right since I was the reason for our falling out.”

“You have done nothing I did not deserve, I know that now,” Thresh replied. “I do not deserve this duty, not when I am so weak to fall prey to my own wretched loneliness.”

“I’ve made mistakes too,” Ahri said. “I never realized that you felt like that, not until it was too late. We spirits have a responsibility to the souls of the dead, but we cannot forsake each other in the name of performing our duty. I failed you, Thresh, as a fellow spirit and as a friend.”

“I thought…” Thresh trailed off.

“Don’t get me wrong, you deserved the lecture I gave you,” Ahri said, voice light despite her harsh words. “But that little human of yours has made me realize that I can’t hold your past against you forever.”

A small splash had your collective attentions turning to the lake, where a new soul had appeared on the surface of the water, a gray-purple in color. It was lacking the furor of the first soul you had seen had, which Thresh had told you indicated that this was an expected death, the soul free of distress, but still needing guidance.

Thresh hadn’t moved, so you tried to urge him into action with a squeeze of his hand. His fingers clutched back at yours reflexively, reluctant white eyes sliding down to meet yours. You stared deeply into his eyes, trying to convey your confidence in him without words.

Then, as one final attempt. “Please.”

Thresh sighed, but it didn’t sound sad, instead having the tone of a parent indulging a child’s whim. “It seems I am unable to deny you anything.”

You let your hands slip apart, your attention moving back to Ahri as you suddenly remembered that she was there as well, much to your embarrassment. You were surprised to see her looking your way with a bittersweet smile on her face, her expression shifting to careful neutrality when she noticed that your eyes were on her.

Thresh approached the water’s edge, just like he had done every day for the past couple of weeks, beckoning the soul towards him. Your attention was split between watching him and looking at Ahri’s face for any clues on how she was feeling.

The air grew noticeably tense as the soul reached Thresh’s outstretched hand. Despite your faith in Thresh, you still held your breath as you watched him interact with the soul, waiting for him to release it into the air as he had done every time before. Looking over at Ahri, you found her just as tense as you if not more so, her jaw tight and body rigid as if she was expecting to spring into action at any moment.

Just as you began to feel like you couldn’t take your heightened nerves any longer, the soul passed through Thresh’s lantern before releasing into the air. The tension finally broke, and your body sagged forward in relief like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

“You were right,” Ahri whispered, her bright blue eyes still on Thresh. “I never thought I would see him like this again.”

“Will you… help him? After I go back to my village?” you whispered back.

Ahri sighed. “I’ll have to. I can’t imagine he’ll be feeling very well after you leave.”

“What?”

Ahri turned to you with a raised eyebrow. “I’ve been here for five minutes and I can see how he looks at you. How much he trusts you.”

“Ahri…”

Then Thresh turned back to you and the moment was broken. He looked so relieved that the questions you had for Ahri vanished from your mind. He was able to maintain his purple-haired form all the way back over to you, before his power waned again and his pale skin bled to vibrant purple again.

You wanted to congratulate him, to offer some words to let him know how proud you were of him, but the words again died as you met his eyes, saw his happy grin. But as happy as you were for him, his smile also made you feel hollow inside as the thought occurred to you that you wouldn’t be seeing it any more after tomorrow. The only man you had ever… ever <i>loved</i>, and you were about to lose him forever.

A sob tore from your throat, tears overflowing from your eyes and trailing down your cheeks. You cursed yourself, knowing you were ruining this important moment for Thresh, yet you were unable to stop the tears from coming.

Thresh cried out your name, rushing forward until he was stopped by Ahri stepping between the two of you.

“Do not get in my way, Ahri,” Thresh seethed, agitated.

“Stand down,” Ahri stressed gently. “I don’t need you making things worse with your worrying.”

“She is in pain, and I have vowed to protect her–”

“From <i>azakana</i>,” Ahri interrupted. “This time, let me help her. She needs a woman’s advice right now.”

“But–”

“It’s okay, Thresh,” you chimed in, desperately wiping at your wet eyes. You really didn’t want him to see you like this, crying over the inevitable. “Ahri’s right, it’s just… a girl issue.”

“We’re at the lake anyways,�� Ahri said. “We’ll have a bath and talk and then I’ll bring her back to your temple. Does that work for you, sir protector?”

“A bath?” Thresh pouted.

“Don’t be jealous,” Ahri teased. “And besides, she still has your mark. You would know if anything happens to her in my care.”

“Thresh?” Your quiet voice turned his focus back to you, though he still looked sulky. “Could we have some of that new tea you bought when I get back?”

It took a few seconds, but eventually he nodded. “Of course.”

“You can stop worrying. I’ll take care of your precious human,” Ahri said with a grin. “Now, go. We have some girl time to start.”

Thresh levelled a stern look at Ahri, who didn’t bat an eye, but stepped out of the way at last to allow him access to you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Ahri,” you said. “But I wanted her to see that you could do this for herself.”

“I am not upset with you,” Thresh replied. “You have pulled me out of the darkness that has been suffocating me for too long. I only worry for you now... are you truly alright? I do not like to see your tears.”

“I’m okay,” you insisted. “Sorry I keep crying in front of you, but Ahri’s right, it’s just a girl issue.”

You felt bad stretching the truth, but you didn’t want to worry Thresh any more than you already had. Thankfully he accepted your explanation without much further trouble, but that didn’t mean he didn’t continue looking over his shoulder at you every few seconds for his entire walk back into the forest.

You and Ahri were silent as you watched him go, with you offering him a smile to reassure him every time he turned his head back to look until he was out of sight.

When he was gone at last, Ahri turned to you with a playful eye roll. “He’s so overprotective.”

“Um, I…” You weren’t sure what to say, but your cheeks felt too warm.

Ahri began to untie her obi, letting the garment fall to the ground and raising an eyebrow at your confused stare. “I wasn’t kidding about the bath. I’ve been needing a good soak after all the stress this month.”

You nodded, following her lead and undressing and getting into the crystal water with her. Ahri leaned back, closing her eyes and letting her tails fan out in the water.

You leaned back as well, dunking your hair in the water; if you were here, you might as well take the opportunity to wash yourself. Neither of you spoke, just enjoying the cool water, until Ahri finally broke the silence.

“I’ll have my hands full after tomorrow night,” she said. “Thresh is going to be even worse than he was all those years ago after he loses you.”

“But he still has you,” you protested.

“You really don’t get it?” she countered. “Nobody here could reach him, not until you came along. You mean more to him than a thousand human souls. And I can see you feel the same way for him as he does for you.”

“What does it matter?” you replied, knowing you were owning up to her allegations. “What can I do when we only have one more day together? It will only hurt worse if I tell him my feelings and then we have to part forever. I don’t want to hurt him more.”

Ahri sighed. “But what about you? You don’t think he cares if you’re hurting?”

“I’m used to it,” you dismissed with a sad smile. “Loneliness is expected with the life I live. I learned long ago that there was nothing I could do to change people’s minds about me. But Thresh talked to me, he let me experience what it was like to feel like someone cares… that is enough for me.”

Ahri was silent for a long moment. “Fine. I see you have your mind made up, but just remember where the ones who care about you truly are.”

 The talk with Ahri had really helped you calm down, and had solidified your feelings about the rest of your time with Thresh. Even if he did feel for you like you did for him like she had said, there was no point in doing anything about it right before you were to be parted forever. Just spending time with him the same way you had been was enough; then both of you would not suffer more in the end.

Thresh had long since prepared the special tea by the time you had got back and had been waiting in the entryway like a dog that missed its owner. You were grateful that Ahri had helped you calm down enough to simply enjoy the time you had left with Thresh, even spending that evening at the river’s edge again, Thresh insistently maneuvering your head onto his shoulder. You knew that you would remember this night for the rest of your life. But the moment could not stretch on forever, much as you would have liked it to, and soon your time here was coming to its end.

You had both been trying to act normal all day the next day, like you weren’t being slowly suffocated by the reality that you would soon have to part. You had drawn out that evening’s teatime long after the tea was drank and the daifuku was eaten. Only when it was half an hour to ten did you finally acknowledge the inevitable, returning to your room for the last time to don your ceremonial clothing for your return to your village.

Would they fear you even more now that you had survived the unsurvivable? It wasn’t like they could avoid you much more than they already did.

An unfamiliar weight as you pulled your skirt on had you reaching into your pocket to pull out the bell Ahri had gifted you at the end of your first meeting. At first, you considered giving it to Thresh to return to her, but selfishly decided against it. Ahri was very astute, so you had no doubt that she realized you still had the bell and seemed fine to let you keep it. And as sad as you would be to think of this place come tomorrow, you couldn’t help but grasp onto this physical reminder of your time here, even if Ahri’s promise of help would not extend to your world as well.

Stowing the bell back in your pocket, you fixed your outfit into place. You had long since repaired the hole in the shoulder, but you had never quite been fully successful in removing the bloodstains from the white garments. You would likely have to replace them with new robes when you got back.

Your steps to the entryway where Thresh was waiting felt so heavy, the air around you like walking through sand, as if your sad reluctance was palpable. But this was your role in life. You would have to just be grateful that you were given the time here that you were.

Entering the front room, you found Thresh standing near the door, his long ears drooped in the way they always were when he was upset. You wished you could do something to help him feel better, but it was hard when you were feeling the same way that he was right now.

“I’m ready,” you said, drawing his attention to you. “Though my bloody clothes will probably give the people in my village a scare.”

“You look beautiful,” Thresh replied softly, sending warmth to your cheeks with his unexpected compliment.

You managed to stutter out a thank you before following Thresh out to the front of the temple, the trees looking very similar under the moonlight as they had that night one month ago when this had all begun.

You knew that you had very little time left, your tongue feeling like lead in your mouth. What could you possibly say to convey everything you were feeling? No words felt like enough right now.

Thresh stepped towards you, quickly taking you into his arms in a tight hug. He seemed determined to maintain his humanlike form until the last possible second, which you let him have without complaint. You didn’t care what form he took, they had both become so precious to you.

“My sweet little human, I will miss you more than you know,” he murmured above your head, holding you close.

“I’ll miss you too… so much,” you replied, still unwilling to completely bare your soul to him. It would be easier for you both this way. You knew it would.

“My tea will taste bitter again,” Thresh added, voice wavering. “This place will feel empty again without you.”

“You’ll see me again,” you said tearfully. “You’ll be here to greet my soul when it arrives here, won’t you?”

“That is not enough,” Thresh retorted miserably. “I want to see your face every day. I want to hear your voice call my name. I do not want to guide your soul in death, I want you here with me in life. No soul will ever have the same worth to me as your living one.”

“Thresh,” you sobbed against his chest. “I don’t want to go, but I have to. I have to…”

“My beautiful human,” Thresh addressed you, pulling back from the hug to look down at you. “May I ask for one final indulgence from you?”

He leaned down towards you, clearly laying his feelings on the table the closer his lips got to yours.

“Please,” you whispered, closing your eyes. You had not expected this, but found yourself wanting so desperately to kiss Thresh. One kiss to remember him by as long as you lived.

You waited, feeling him close the gap, when you were startled by a spark of feeling in your hand, like you had been zapped by lightning.

You weren’t given a second to react before you were violently yanked from the ground and into the air. Letting out a terrified scream, you watched Thresh get farther and farther away the higher into the air you rose.

Your arms and legs constricted, you were only able to move your head to look at your captor, the blood freezing in your veins at the familiar multi-horned face that loomed maliciously over you.

“You could not hide forever,” the azakana hissed. “I will not be denied the taste of your flesh and blood.”

You heard an anguished cry of your name, looking back down to see Thresh below you on the ground, his form reverted back to his demonlike form.

“Release her!” he seethed, shocking you with the rage in his voice. He had removed his hook from his belt and was holding it up as if ready to strike.

“You have no power here,” the azakana taunted. “If you strike me, she will fall. Either way, your puny human will die.”

“Thresh!” you shouted, the azakana squeezing you tighter in its wormlike body in response, your body burning in pain.

Thresh shouted your name again, sounding increasingly more desperate as the azakana stared haughtily down at him.

You could see the silver path now, winding around the temple. You had dreaded that sight all of today, but now it felt miles away. As you were constricted tighter and tighter in the azakana’s hold, everything began to fade farther away. The only thing you could focus on was the anguish on Thresh’s face, the sheer powerlessness of your situation clear.

“You will die!” Thresh seethed. “You hurt her, and you will perish as well!”

“Then I will have a good last meal,” the azakana countered. “Her tasty fear will keep me satisfied in the darkness of death.”

Your hands were pressed tightly to your sides painfully tightly, one hand pressing against a hard lump at your side. You were lamenting the pain from the mystery lump until it hit you; Ahri’s bell was still in your pocket. She had promised help, though you doubted she expected you to use it like this, but you were beyond desperate.

Wiggling a hand up and into your pocket, you gritted your teeth against the severe pain in your body as you clasped your fingers around the bell, shaking it as much as you could given your current movement restrictions.

“Please, Ahri, please!” you begged quietly, the azakana’s cruel laughter ringing out above your head, black spots starting to dot your vision from your prolonged constraint.

You couldn’t hear the bell make any noise, but shook it in your closed fist until your hand felt too numb to move. You were wheezing, trying desperately to breathe, about to pass out when you were forced to close your eyes to avoid being blinded by a bright flash of light.

The azakana’s body curled ever tighter around you, and then that pressure loosened all at once, restoring your lost breath to your aching body. Looking over at the source of the bright light, you saw a figure with snow white skin and hair, bright teal tails flared out behind her.

Ahri did not waste a second, charging at the demon again, her foxfire burning a hole through the monster, who shrieked in pain as it was cleaved in two by Ahri’s fierce attacks. The creature was dead, but that left you high in the air with a worm demon’s body that was about to uncurl and send you plummeting to your death.

“Thresh!” Ahri yelled, her voice distorted with a ferocity you hadn’t known she had in her.

The dead azakana’s body went limp and you slipped from its grip, quickly falling towards the ground. You stared at the coming ground, terror chilling your sore limbs as you fell closer and closer to your death.

Suddenly you were surprised by a shout of your name, followed by an object appearing in your field of vision. As you fell closer to it, you realized that it looked familiar, quickly recognizing it as Thresh’s lantern.

“Take hold of it!” Thresh shouted, and you did your best to obey, shifting your body in the air to reach out for the lantern with the last of your strength.

You were barely able to make it, the tips of your fingers just grazing the ethereal lantern, but the effect was immediate. Like an elastic pulled to its limit, you were instantly snapped through the air, landing harmlessly against Thresh’s body.

Thresh’s arms were tight around you as you sunk into his body, feeling boneless with relief.

“I feared I would lose you to that demon,” Thresh spoke quietly. “I could do nothing, I–”

“You pulled me to safety. I wouldn’t call that nothing,” you replied against his chest.

“But you were hurt…” he protested.

“You sure know how to attract trouble,” came Ahri’s voice from behind you.

You turned around, still in Thresh’s arms as he refused to let you go. You watched as Ahri’s all-white form faded, replaced by her usual appearance.

“Ahri, thank you!” you exclaimed, doing your best to bow to her with Thresh’s arms still stubbornly wrapped around your waist.

“Well, I gave you that bell for a reason,” she replied. “I’m just glad I got here in time.”

“I owe you–”

“You owe me nothing,” she replied dismissively. “I was just repaying the debt that this world owes you for returning Thresh to us.”

“Still,” you protested. “You liked that inari sushi I brought before, I can bring you more next month!”

“No,” Ahri declined sternly. “I have something different I want from you… stay here.”

“Stay?” you echoed. “But my village…”

“Your village does not appreciate what they have,” Ahri argued. “I won’t allow you to return to those ingrates when you have people here who want you to stay.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

Ahri smirked. “I’ve talked to the other spirits and they all agree. We would like to offer to make you one of us, but I’m afraid we require the consent of one more spirit… Thresh?”

You felt Thresh go rigid behind you. “I give my consent.”

“That was fast!” Ahri laughed. “But there you have it. Become one of us.”

“But the deal with my village…” you weakly disputed, despite your heart singing at the offer.

“The deal is over,” she answered. “We will not harm the village, but they will no longer be under our protection. They will find a way to coexist with the mountain, or they will die, but they must find their own way now.”

She was right, and both of you knew it. Why were you so determined to go back to a place that couldn’t care less if you lived or died. If you took her offer, then you could stay here with Thresh. It was all you wanted, but you were struggling to make that choice and be selfish for once in your life.

“You’ve lived for them for too long,” Ahri said. “It’s time that you lived for yourself.”

You took a deep breath as you stared at her outstretched hand. If you took her offer, then you would never return to your village again, but thinking about it now, that knowledge felt like a relief. You could live amongst people who actually cared about you, the happiness that realization brought almost indescribable. With one decision, you would sever ties with your former way of life, and you found yourself excitedly reaching out for Ahri’s hand, a satisfied skin on her face as her nails bit slightly against the skin of your palm.

A light surrounded your joined hands, followed by a gentle warmth on the back of your hand in the same spot that had held your mark of protection from Thresh. Pulling your hand back, you now found that it beheld a beautiful pink flower that seemed to glow supernaturally under the moonlight.

“It’s done,” Ahri announced happily. “You belong to this world now. And with your new level of power, the azakana will keep away.”

You looked behind her to the large azakana corpse that was still laid over the temple grounds, its upper half partially-submerged in the river that separated Thresh’s temple from the forest.

“Go ahead, touch its body,” Ahri instructed, sending a stern look Thresh’s way so he would finally let you out of his arms.

Ahri gave you a nod, smiling smugly as you took hesitant steps forward and coming to a stop before the lower section of the creature’s body. Looking quickly back to Ahri for confirmation, you reached out and quickly tapped the corpse with your fingers before pulling your hand back.

Instantly, the body began to disintegrate, a pink fire burning along both ends of its body until it was no more, your memories the only indication that it had ever been here at all.

“And that’s what will happen to any azakana that dares to touch you,” Ahri boasted. “Now, I think it’s time I left you two alone. We can save the introductions to the other spirits for another time.”

With a wink, she reverted to her fox form before darting across the bridge and into the trees. As you watched her go, you realized that the silver path wasn’t there anymore. This was it, you were finally free.

A soft call of your name had you turning back to Thresh, who was staring at you like you were the moon itself. You took slow steps towards him, quickly picking up your pace to sprint into his arms.

“I can stay!” you cried, wrapping your arms tightly around him. Pulling slightly back from the embrace, you looked up at him with a teasing grin. “Does this mean your tea will taste good again?”

You barely had a second’s warning before Thresh’s lips were on yours. You let out a surprised moan, eyes fluttering closed to enjoy the sensation.

While you didn’t mind Thresh’s demonic form, the gold jaw armor he wore was a different story as it cut into your skin. Pulling back to a kiss-dazed Thresh, you held up a hand to stop him from going in for another kiss, tapping the metal of his jaw mask.

“I had not realized… I have gotten so used to my mask that I forgot,” Thresh admitted.

“It’s fine,” you replied. “Let’s go back inside so you can shift into your other form and we can keep kissing.”

Thresh could not comply fast enough.

You had barely gotten inside before Thresh took you into his arms, leaving you scrambling to grab onto his vest to steady yourself.

“I would have never thought that I could keep you,” Thresh spoke warmly. “It was too much to hope that you would feel the same way as I do.”

“No, it wasn’t,” you countered as Thresh strolled to the back hall. “I didn’t want to go, but I felt like I had to. But Ahri is right, my place is here, with you.”

Thresh grinned happily as he stopped in front of a door halfway down the hallway; his room. You were filled with curiosity as he shifted you around in his arms so he could open the door. You had never even caught a glimpse of Thresh’s room, not wanting to invade his privacy, so this would be your first time seeing it.

The moment he stepped inside, the room lit up with a gentle purple-tinted glow from an assortment of small orbs on the ceiling. The room was not lavish by any means, a large bed sat in the center alongside a chest of drawers. On the wall was a mountainscape painting not unlike yours, but this one was darker, like a mountain at night, the painting dotted with small circles of light that reminded you of souls.

As Thresh placed you down on the futon, you noticed something on top of the drawers. “Is that… my fan?”

Atop the drawers sat a fan, decorated with flowers of varying purples that you had painted on yourself. That had been among the first gifts you had delivered, back seven months ago now.

You looked from the fan to Thresh, who looked back at you with fondness in his eyes. “In my isolation, the gifts were my only joy, yours more so than any I have received before.”

“Thresh…” You hadn’t thought you could like him any more, but seeing how he had taken such care of the gifts you had brought him made your heart warm all over again.

Thresh joined you on the futon, leaning down until his face was inches from your own.

“My dear human,” Thresh whispered, bringing a hand up to your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “Would you allow me just one more indulgence?”

You leaned your face into his palm, part of you wanting to shy away, but the larger part of you wanting this so badly that you couldn’t bear to wait one more second. “Please.”

Thresh readily locked lips with you again, laying your body down on the futon and quickly covering you with his own body, all while refusing to break the kiss. You were quickly becoming overwhelmed by the intensity of his kisses, letting out a moan as his tongue finally brushed against your own.

You weren’t sure what to do with your hands, settling with pressing them against his bare chest. His long side bangs draped down over you, tickling the skin at the collar of your shirt, his sudden warmth making your long clothing feel suffocating.

“My clothes,” you panted, pulling back from the kiss. “Take them off.”

Thresh stared down at you, want in his eyes as he reached down to untie the knots that held your top together. However, it quickly became clear that Thresh was unused to the working of shirts, maybe due to not wearing one himself for so long, as the ties on your shirt seemed to mystify him.

“Just rip it off,” you whined, trying not to laugh at him or the cute look of intense focus on his face. “Now that I’m staying, it’s not like I need these robes anymore.”

Thresh’s eyes flashed, and with one quick motion, his nails split your shirt, skirt and underwear down the middle with a rip that was faster than your eyes could follow.

“…I apologize,” he said, cheeks pink. “Your words always seem to overpower my reason.”

Peeling away your now-ruined clothing, Thresh rested one hand on your breast, cupping it gently with his palm. His touch sent a visible shiver through your hypersensitive skin, your reaction giving Thresh the confidence to touch you more boldly, leaning down to get his mouth on your breasts.

You squirmed under him, his attention to your breasts sending pulses of heat to the apex of your thighs. Your wandering hand drifted up to take a gentle hold on the longer of his horns, Thresh letting out a deep groan against your breasts at the contact.

Raising your other hand to his smaller horn, Thresh was finally forced to pull back from your horns with a moan staring at you with eyes dark with lust as he panted.

“I fear I may lose all restraint if I continue to allow you to touch my horns,” Thresh admitted, sitting back and looking like some sort of demon of temptation under the soft lighting of the room. “I do not want to force anything upon you.”

“You aren’t,” you replied. “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted like this. I don’t want to do this with anyone but you, Thresh.”

Thresh stared down at you for a moment before a grin took over his face. “I do not think I will ever keep a soul again. Nothing in this world compares to you, my love.”

Thresh’s loving gaze was making you feel shy, but he quickly distracted you by reaching a hand to his other biceps, pulling off his glove before tossing it to the side where your ripped clothes laid. His hook and lantern were set to the side with more care, quickly being joined by his vest to leave his upper half totally bare.

He normally wore an open vest, so his well-defined abdomen wasn’t a new sight for you, but somehow seeing his nude upper body now felt all new in this context. You watched, transfixed, as Thresh’s biceps bulged out slightly as he stood up to remove his belt to free his hakama pants to be removed next. How had you managed to worm your way into the heart of such a beautiful man? It was so hard to believe that you had gone from being a social pariah to laying here, about to experience an act so intimate that you had thought it would be forever out of your reach.

Thresh let his hakama pants fall to the ground, stepping out of them and kicking them gently to the side. Now fully naked, Thresh’s body was as exposed as yours, his cock so hard that it was pointed straight out in your direction. You shuddered with anticipation, the sight of the handsome spirit unclothed making you feel even more wet between your legs.

Thresh returned to you, settling above you, the tips of his ears as flushed with excitement as his cheeks were. “I do not think I will ever grow tired of seeing you like this.”

Thresh took hold of your legs, looking down at you, noting the want in your own face before he wrapped your legs around his sides, which brought your hips close together. With your bodies sufficiently close, Thresh took his cock in hand, lining himself up to close the final distance between your bodies as he began to slide effortlessly into you, the feeling making both of you moan.

Finding no resistance, Thresh was easily able to slide fully into you, the very tip of his cock settling against somewhere inside you that made your back arch.

“Nothing has ever felt like this,” Thresh choked out as he began to move, the feeling of his cock against your most sensitive spots sending your eyes fluttering closed as you gripped at the sheets under you. “I have never desired anything like I desire you, my little human.”

You tried your best to keep up with his pace, but it was all so much, each movement of his hips bringing you closer and closer to your end. Thresh was more than happy to make up for your hazy brain, keeping up his tempo, his desperate groans of your name sending your heartbeat soaring as you moaned his own back to him.

You were getting really, really close, each thrust Thresh made earning a cry from you as you opened your eyes, tugging his face down as you were overcome with the need to kiss him.

With Thresh even closer, his pelvis began to brush against your clit every time he sank back into you, the resulting increase in pleasure almost too much to take.

“Those humans will never get you back,” Thresh groaned possessively. “They will never see how beautiful you look like this.”

You wanted to reply, to say something, but you couldn’t find the words, clutching Thresh tightly as you came, eyes closing tight as his following thrusts allowed you to ride out the sensations until finally Thresh stilled as well.

Pulling himself gently out of you, he laid down next to you, pulling you to him. You happily snuggled against his chest, feeling tired, but more at peace than you had ever been.

“Thresh,” you whispered, getting a short hum in response. “What you said…”

“What you said earlier about Ahri being right,” came his reply. “This may be the first time I have agreed with her in a long while. Your people have forsaken quite a great treasure to me, one that will cost them so much.”

You pulled back from his chest, waiting for him to say more. It was embarrassing how addicted you were to his praise, but you couldn’t help yourself after so many years of neglect.

“Of course, if you ever wish to return–”

“I won’t,” you quickly denied.

Thresh grinned as he leaned in for another kiss. “Then we will enjoy our forever right here, my sweet little human.”

You had no complaints, closing your eyes as you kissed the man you loved, mentally thanking that thorned branch that had led to you finding the place where you belonged.