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okay nvm, im a liar, a god damn liar, sue me for it, get juked, im juking you all

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I swear by next week there will be SOMETHING but I cannot promise a post tomorrow. Life is being a bitch and theres so much work I need to focus outside of my writing.

YALL WILL GET SOMETHING THOUGH AT SOME POINT, I SWEAR IT...HOPEFULLY HA

or maybe I will manage to salvage something and shock you all, you never know...

aight i shut up now

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Am I planning on finally giving a lil spice of variety here and am writing a hopefully long as fuck Zhongli oneshot???

Yes.

Am I doing an INCREDIBLY poor job of writing it within a good time frame and may go another week without posting???

...maybe.

Hehe...

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I have the most weirdly specific crossover I want to do for Twisted Wonderland that has just been rotting in my brain for weeks but I still have no clue how to execute it yet so Imma just blurb

I M A G I N E

Twisted Wonderland x Black Butler

Silver x Phantomhive Bodyguard

NOW HEAR ME OUT

Instead of Yuu our resident Earl of Phantomhive got transported to the magical realm of Twisted Wonderland. Along with him Sebastian and our wonderful reader were dragged, the latter who is also bound by contract (which WILL be explained once I get this shit sorted but I can't just give you all the details just yet). During their time there they deal with overblots, give closure to the different dorms, yada yada yada

BUT WAIT, THERES MORE

Silver and reader who eventually meet and bond over their life long assigned roles, though notice the explicit differences. Silver, who if he ever wanted, is free to defect from his role of a Knight. He doesnt, though, he does it not because he has to but because he wants to. The reader, on the other hand, is completely and utterly bound. There is no free will nor autonomy in their line of work, everything they live and breath for is for the protection of Ciel Phantomhive.

Deciding that this just wont do, Silver decides to show that they are not just their title. There is joy to be found outside of risking their very life for the protection of another. Even Papa Lilia tags along, seeing the obvious fondness his beloved son holds for the outsider.

However, despite what the fairytales may have told, there will not always be a happy ending. Ciel is determined to get home and a certain butler will ensure that his protégé will follow through with their duty when the time comes to return.

YALL SEE THE IDEA???

Idk, once I get my shit together I think it would be pretty sick.

And by god do I need to branch away from this fucking silly little mobile game DAMMIT (I still have so many more ideas...)

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The Remedy That Is You (Leona Version)

Mentions: Leona-Centric, Fluff, Second Person, Gender Neutral Read, Pretty Used As A Gender Neutral Term

No matter how many a time the students of Nightraven College witnessed how their Housewarden did a complete 180 in your presence, it never ceased to amaze them.

It eventually got to the point where a majority of students began to question if you really were magickless. There was just no way your mere presence could bring out such light in their eyes, face softening and a smile so tender it was as if they were gazing upon one of the Seven.

Just how did you do it?

Leona

Everything was so grating.

Leona didn’t know what it was, truthfully. The moment he awoke feeling a little too warm with too painfully bright sun rays flooding into his room, he knew it would be a bad day. His usual favorite meat tasting off during breakfast, the usual bustle of his dorm aggravating his sensitive ears, the utter lack of energy he felt to even move. It was irritating.

The leech in his room made it no better.

“Leona!” Ruggie huffed for what felt like the hundredth time that day, expression one of pure and utter exasperation. The veins in hands were bulging from the other strength it was taking to continuously pull at the other’s vest, a poor attempt at trying to get Leona to budge if not just a little. “We already talked about this. I don’t care if you miss half the day, but you can’t miss today's test! Professor Crewel is going to skin you alive after all the weeks of prep!”

“Quit it” Leona growled, brows furrowing as he swiped at Ruggie’s hands, not bothering to open his eyes once. “You’re going to stretch out my clothes.”

“What? The crown prince can’t be bothered to get new ones?” Ruggie strained, ignoring the demand as he continued to pull. “You would make me go out and get them for you anyways…”

Realizing that his efforts were in vain, the hyena released the fabric with a loud sigh before turning to the open doorway. “Where are our reinforcements?!”

Leona didn’t bother to listen to whatever response was shouted in return, shifting to a new position now that the offending hands were off of him. He shoved his face into his pillow, flopping from his side onto his stomach. The cool fabric felt nice on his face compared to the natural warmth of the dorm, a soothing balm to the stress of the bothersome day.

Well, it was nice until he sensed another presence entering his room just a minute later. His tail flicked in noticeable irritation, anger beginning to brew within his gut. What wasn’t getting through these imbeciles' heads? Was he actually going to have to knock some sense into them all? The idea didn’t sound too bad, especially if he could get his irritation out in some way…

Before he could spiral further into such dark thoughts a familiar touch ran down his hair. Gentle fingers easily detangling knots with such care that his own body relaxed without his permission. It was almost scary how easily his vessel recognized the touch of his other half, his herbivore without even having to lay eyes on them. Their scent just as effortlessly soothed his aching mind, turning his brain into mush without a thought to fight back. 

He hadn’t even realized he began purring until your chuckles filled the air, smile unflinching when he finally opened his eyes to glare at you. “I don’t recall telling you to stop,” he mumbled, words muffled with one side of his face practically smothered. 

“Someones grumpy today,” you teased, resuming your ministrations. You made sure your nails just barely scratched his scalp, amusement shining in your eyes at how the rumbles in his chest grew. He refused to answer, instead trying to drown himself in the pleasure your loving hand gave him. It was childish, yes, but this was so much better than whatever lecture you were sure to give him. It took that blissful hand lightly pinching one of his ears for his eyes to shoot open and give you his full attention with an almost genuine glare. “Nu-uh mister. Time to get out of bed. You’ve given Ruggie enough grief for a whole lifetime just about now.”

“I didn't ask him to be my babysitter,” he responded with an eye roll. “Such an unnecessary nuisance.”

“Hey, be nice.” Another pinch to his ear resulted in a growl, but you showed no fear as you stared down at him. “He’s looking out for you, cause seven knows that if it weren’t for him you would have long since become a hermit. Worse than Idia.”

A smirk grew on his face, huffing as he finally began to sit up. “When did my herbivore become so insulting.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “Ever since I got dragged away from my beloved lunch just to get your lazy butt out of bed.” You continued to stare him down for a few seconds before your face softened. “Are you okay? I know you have your days sometimes but never enough for Ruggie to send for me.” A few moments of silence passed. “...that’s a lie, I mean not enough for Ruggie to send several lackeys dragging me kicking and screaming with no explanation other than panicked gibberish.”

Leona huffed a small laugh but you didn’t get to see much of it before he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight embrace, one you didn’t hesitate to embrace. A small laugh escaped you when he nuzzled into your neck, soft ears tickling your skin. The smug grin you felt growing on his face as well didn’t escape your notice, but you paid it no mind as you once again began petting his hair. “Everything just feels too bothersome today, nothing to worry your pretty head over.”

“You sure?” You replied softly, staring at the wall behind him in thought. “I wouldn’t mind writing to Professor Crewel to give you an extension. I know you have an important test today.”

It was his turn to laugh, pulling away from your neck but still keeping contact with you. Hands softly squeezed your hips, and he sighed as he gently laid his forehead against yours, refusing to look away from your gaze. “Such a good little herbivore, breaking the rules for me.” He laughed once more at the obvious flush growing up your neck, slowly spreading to your face as you glanced everywhere but him. Adorable. “Nah,” he started, returning his face to your neck and tightening his grip on you. “Just give me a bit. I want to enjoy you just a little longer.”

The flustered scolding you gave him just furthered his amusement, but he decided to give some mercy and instead decided to remain in content silence. One you held to objection too.

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad day after all.

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Perfection

Mentions: Vil Centric, 2nd Person, Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader

Vil knew that he was beautiful.

Thousands would sing and brag that he was the epitome of beauty, if not that of utter perfection. He had millions entrapped in the mere palm of his hand, willing to trip and fall to follow his every desire at the drop of a hat. There isn’t a single compliment nor praise that he hasn’t already heard before and will continue to be showered with for years to come.

Yes, Vil knew that he was beautiful.

Would he ever grow bored of such a fact? No, never. He had worked far too hard to ever throw it all away for something as meager as ‘burn out’ but…he cannot deny that deep down he’s grown just the slightest bit tired of the same old flattery. Every second of every day seeing the same comments, the same edits, the same predictable applause. 

So could anyone really blame him for finding such amusement, such appreciation for such sheer boldness?

“Yes, yes, that’s it. Now tilt your head just ever slightly to the left…yes! Hold it there!” 

Ever since he had first become acquainted with you, you had made it clear of your utter love for photography. Never had he seen you without the bulky device hanging from your neck, the beginnings of fabric burn always barely showing from constant contact with the strap. No matter how many times he scolded you, saying it would be much less strain to simply carry it around in a case, you always remained the stubborn one.

“Beauty doesn’t wait for anyone, Vil. I want to capture it the moment I see it. Any longer and it’s just a second hand product.”

Now he could see what you meant, currently being the subject of the very beauty you wanted to capture. To freeze in time forevermore at its peak.

Never before had he had to fight back against such a fierce blush that desperately attempted to scrawl up his neck. The utter need to want to melt from your gaze and oh damn you…

You peaked ever so slightly from the lens, scrutinizing his form from just a few feet away. Eyes scaling over every inch of his being so tenderly he had to keep himself from squirming. He wouldn't admit that his wrist was beginning to slightly ache, the one cradling the side of his face as his elbow rested against the fine glass table. He was grateful for the shade the surrounding trees provided, it had been quite the sunny day when you both left for your date. The grass of the field was lush, daisies barely sprouting yet adding the perfect touch of color.

He had barely sat down to enjoy the moment with you when you yelled for him to freeze, utterly insisting that you had to capture a photo that very second. Peeved as he was for a bit, he couldn’t deny you something he knew brought you such happiness. Yet, any agitation immediately washed away once he saw you in your element.

You didn’t lay a finger on him once that past few minutes, but you managed to handle him with such care with your words alone. Each praise, each smile of satisfaction, your mere gaze set him ablaze like no other could before. He was the center of your attention, of your entire being in that instant, and it felt better than anything fame nor fortune could ever give.

“Done!” You cheered, breaking him out of his reverie. You stood from you crouch with a groan, swiping away at the leftover grass that continued to cling to your clothing. Any other instance he would have instantly berated you for allowing such a nice outfit to be dirtied, but the words caught in his throat as you sped to his side, allowing you to lean you weight against him just a bit. “See, I told you it would be a great shot! Just look at how much your eyes pop despite the shade-”

You rambled on and on, excitedly going over every aspect of the photo that he normally wouldn’t care for. However, as he gazed upon the digital copy of him, he couldn’t help but be in utter awe. He had seen himself in thousands of different poses against hundreds of numerous posters, seen his entire being in dozens of films, looked upon his reflection millions every morning. 

Your one photo, however, captured something that he couldn’t put a name to…It was just one measly photo, yet it…it was…

“not to mention how you managed to angle your body just right for a great mix of relaxed yet alluring. It’s perfect!” You exclaimed, pulling the camera back and continuing to look upon it.

Warmth sprouted in his chest, one that he has come to grow familiar with in his time of courting you. 

Yes…all was perfect…

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WE ARE BACK, ALIVE, AND AGED ANOTHER YEAR

now equipped with a newfound Hellsing obsession despite only watching one episode so far, but AO3 makes up for it so...

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So chances are I won’t update for two weeks. I’m preparing to travel and next week I’ll be awaaaayyyyyy

Sorry bout that, however now yall know and won’t think I’m deceased

I will TRY to release something before I leave but no promises

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The way I got hella ideas for Genshin but don’t want to move from Twisted Wonderland JUST yet…I still gotta torture yall with some angsty times with a certain fae…

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It’s 3 in the morning and I feel like I’m hallucinating cause what now.

HOLY???

I am literally grateful for each and every single one of yall my god

And if anyone is just checking my blog out and sees this DO NOT feel pressured to follow. Just simply READING my nonsense is enough

But genuinely thank you all🖤🖤🖤

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Why must I be a functional member of society??? I as a human being was made to ROT SIX FEET UNDER IN PEACE

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THE RIDDLE POST HOLY SHIT???

I DID NOT THINK PEOPLE WOULD ACTUALLY LIKE IT WHA-

THANK YOU??? EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU HOLY

Yall are making me smile way too hard LOOOOOORD

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Johnny Goth is the greatest discovery I have made in my pitiful existence and now my only motivator.

Rejoice.

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The Remedy That Is You (Riddle Version)

Mentions: Fluff, Riddle-Centric, Second Person, Gender Neutral Reader

No matter how many a time the students of Nightraven College witnessed how their Housewarden did a complete 180 in your presence, it never ceased to amaze them.

It eventually got to the point where a majority of students began to question if you really were magickless. There was just no way your mere presence could bring out such light in their eyes, face softening and a smile so tender it was as if they were gazing upon one of the Seven.

Just how did you do it?

Riddle

“You imbecile!” Riddle’s voice boomed, echoing all throughout Heartslabyul. Fear set into all who heard it, a chain reaction flowing through their bodies as their hearts beat quicker, palms growing clammy in a cold sweat. No matter how many times their beloved Housewarden proved that he had changed, that he was no longer the cruel tyrant they all once feared, it did not stop the utter terror that ran through them when they did succeed in trying his patience.

Especially when it concerned the prized animals they cared for.

“Have I not made it clear several times that you are not to directly hit the hedgehogs?” Riddle continued to scream, face flaming red as he cradled the delicate creature in his arms. Whether or not the poor thing was shaking of its own account or fear of the one holding it was to be determined, but it mattered not with all eyes on the beholder. “Are you so dense that you cannot remember something as simple as that?”

“Housewarden Riddle,” the victim stuttered. It was a first-year clearly, face deathly pale and looking as if his soul would leave his body any moment in a fit of desperation. Anything to get away from such a ghastly scenario. “I-I…I swear it was a-a-an accident-”

“How do you accidentally do such a thing?” Riddle snapped back, nearly frothing at the mouth as he marched forward into the other’s space. The surrounding students gasped, taking a step back in turn and preparing for the inevitable as his hand noticeably itched for his pen. The first-year clearly noticed as well, eyes bulging and feet shifting in preparation to run if need be. “Even so, there is no room for such impertinence. Why, I should have your head for that!”

“Riddle?”

The effect was almost instant.

The speed at which the male stepped back was almost inhuman, head snapping back so quickly a few flinched at the thought of such inevitable whiplash. The snarl on his lips dropped, not taking on a smile but smoothing out the lines his earlier scowl created. In fact, the only evidence of his incredible fury from but a moment ago was the ever present brightness of his face, taking its time in ever so slowly draining away.

Then, they saw it.

The moment you managed to break through the crowd, eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly agape as you surveyed the situation, the sharpness in his gaze disappeared. It was almost comical how instantly his pupils blew, nearly overtaking the storm in his eyes. Some swore that if it were possible hearts would most definitely be shining from his orbs, beating in tune with the one confined by his mortal body yet still promised to you.

Great Seven, the way he greeted you as well. It nearly ached how tenderly a soft ‘My Rose’ escaped from his lips, and it was then they all knew that in his mind the rest of the world faded away until all that lay within it was you.

“Ace nearly gave me a heart attack when he blew up my phone, spewing nonsense of a bomb about to blow the whole of the dorm,” you gently teased, stepping towards him with such ease despite the still shaking of Riddle’s body. Yet, as you placed a delicate hand on his arm, the tremors all but disappeared. “Guess he wasn’t that far off for once.”

The red fury on his face was now one of shame and embarrassment, tucking his head down and staring as he gently calmed the still shaking hedgehog. “He exaggerates…” he nearly mumbled, refusing to look up at the gentle smile you were giving him. 

You stared at him with the same fondness he just had moments ago, thumb softly rubbing against his arm. Words could not explain the relief they all felt when you looked up at them all and nodded your head back to the main dorm building, silently giving them permission to finally escape.

At the sound of their retreat Riddle’s head shot up, confusion evident. “Who gave you all permission to leave?” he called out, stepping out of your grasp and staring at their retreating backs. If his hands weren’t occupied you were sure he would be waving them in a blind fury. “Come back! You have yet to-”

“Riddle,” you interrupted, cupping his face in your hands and turning his gaze to you instead. It was a miracle that he had yet to pass out, blood still continuously rushing to his face as he had no choice but to lock eyes with you. Fingertips caressed under his eyes, exaggerated breathing from you goading him to follow with, not once turning away. Not daring to escape the land you’ve trapped him in.

He didn’t know how much time passed, just the two of you standing there and the animal in his arms long since passed out, nor did he care. Just your touch alone was enough to soothe his soul, your gaze and sweet words were simply a bonus that he thought himself unworthy of, yet here he was.

“There we go,” you cooed, dropping your hands but not once breaking contact from his face. Down his cheeks that you held for a moment, nails barely scraping down his neck in tune with the pleasant shiver it sent down his spine, dancing across his shoulders and tickling his waist before coming to a stop there. “Why don’t we sit and enjoy some tea to help calm you down more, hm?”

“It’s not yet past the lunch hour,” he responded, yet almost drunkenly. “Rule 148 states-” The small burst of laughter that left you was enough to shut him up, watching as your head tilted back and shined even brighter than the sun that warmed you both. He decided that he really didn’t want you to stop anytime soon. “Though…though I suppose I could make an exception…”

A few more chuckles rang, and you gave him another playful smile along with a gentle squeeze. “How kind.”

Yes, yes you really were quite magical.

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The way I was so determined to post something like every Wednesday and look where we at…

Trust there WILL be something this week.

TRUST

TRUUUUUUUST

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Must You Really Leave?

Mentions: Riddle Centric, 2nd Person, Gender Neutral Reader, Heavy Angst

The mirror chamber was one of the few rooms you were familiar with ever since your arrival to Twisted Wonderland.

In fact, you made it quite a point to avoid it at all costs.

Why would you want to go near the room that held your one guaranteed to a chance at returning home. One that was oh so slim that it was nearly impossible to find the proper ritual that would ensure your safe return with its magic. 

It felt unreal, almost like a dream as you stood in the middle of it. Bag in hand filled with mementos of those you came to eventually call your family, pockets stuffed with numerous letters said family insisted you take to remember them by, ears buzzing with the echoes of their farewells.

All but one.

“I assume you have everything you require for your safe return?” Riddle inquired, voice tense and jaw ticking as he struggled to maintain a blank face. Hands were ever so dutifully placed behind his back, white clenched fists hiding behind the facade of the ever so composed head of Heartslabyul. Posture pin straight as always and head held high, the embodiment of perfection.

You knew better, though. You always knew better and he hated you for it. 

He hated that he couldn’t fool you like all the others.

Hated that you couldn’t just accept the mask he created to make this all the less painful.

Hated that instead of turning away from him and walking away forever you had to gently put your bag down and straighten without once looking away.

Hated that you had to put on that stupid smile and open up your arms in the way that you knew he couldn’t turn away from.

Most importantly, he hated himself. 

Oh, how he despised every fiber of his weak being for breaking so easily in that moment and practically running into them.

The mask he so expertly crafted shattered the moment your gentle touch envelope him, and the dam he cemented inevitably began to leak as he tucked his head into its usual spot. The safe haven that he had spent nights cradled in, face hidden away by the safety of the angelic being that was you, mere moments away from forever being taken away from him. The loving arms that took up their usual place around him, stroking his back with such grace that his lips trembled at the thought of being stripped of it. The very arms that always held him oh so gently throughout his journey of redemption. Protecting him from the dark thoughts and doubts that tortured him after the hell you saved him from when you first came to this world.

Then reality truly hit and not even he could stop the broken sob that slipped out.

He didn’t notice how you tensed, your hands freezing at the agonizing sound of your lover in such pain. Pain that you brought him, pain that you once promised you would never inflict because you would be different. Different from all those who failed him in the past, different from even himself who for a long time believed himself unworthy of the love and affection you promised to bring him. Yet here you were, bringing the Riddle Rosehearts to his knees.

“Must…must you really leave?” He choked, voice warbled and words slurred as he scrambled to hold you tighter than ever before. It was pathetic, childish, immature, and he should have composed himself right there and then to save whatever ounce of dignity he may have had left in such a moment. For the first time, though, he found that he didn’t care. If it meant that he would get just a minute more of time with you then he would scream and cry without shame.

Your heart shattered as his wails echoed throughout the mirror chamber, hiccups chipping your sanity one by one. The ache in your knees was ignored as you shuffled even closer to him, ensuring that not an ounce of space was left between your bodies. An act that hurt even more than you thought as memories of late night embraces flooded your mind. The moments of pure love and vulnerability that were meant for no one but you and him, parts of yourselves shared that would never belong to anyone but the other. Yet here you were, stealing it all away.

Yes, you were very cruel.

The silence that surrounded you was answer enough apparently as his weeping grew louder, borderline desperate as his hands clawed at your back. The way he pressed himself against you made it seem as if he was trying to mold himself into your person, an futile attempt to become one and prevent the cruel fate that awaited you both.

It was almost funny, terribly so you thought.

The one thing you wanted more than anything since you were first snatched from everything you knew and loved was turning out to be so torturous that you were starting to consider…

That would be selfish though, would it not?

You had a life. You had friends, family, hopes, dreams, wishes that you fought for, ones that were just a few steps and a mirror trip away. All the longing, the fear, the despair you felt when dozens of leads led to nothing but anguish and disappointment. Would it all be for nothing if you didn’t seize the only way home you had now?

However, would it not be even worse if you were to leave the one who was with you every step of the way?

He who wiped away your tears on the days where the homesickness was all consuming. He who brought a smile to your face and washed away all the doubt when you questioned your worth in the new world. He who shed all his thorns and instead used them to protect you from all the evil of the unknown you were forcibly thrust into.

Your rose.

Would it be just as worth it to leave him behind to welt and decay, as you inevitably would if you decide to part?

The small bit of doubt you hid since the Headmaster's announcement of the discovery of your way home began to grow, and as you absentmindedly began to caress Riddle's head as he continued to cry you felt it begin to consume.

Must you really leave?

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Reader is not specifically mentioned but they’re there, they are there yall. HEAVILY insinuated that the couple of the hour got together during the war. Reader is a fae as well. Is that all? I’m sure it is…

War is a cruel, harsh, and despicable reality.

It has no favorites, it has no boundaries, it grants no mercy for any of its players nor those unfortunate enough to be dragged into its deadly grip.

It guarantees nothing. No small victory could determine the upper hand against the enemy in a cruel game that could take days, weeks, months, years to conclude. Every second counts no matter what.

General Lilia Vanrouge witnessed first hand the cruelty that such devastation could bring. Hundreds, thousands of lives taken in a blink of an eye, both ones he had once foolishly promised would live on beyond such darkness…and ones he promised to drag and seal into it. Both sides suffered grave consequences, unspeakable tragedies, crippling loss beyond mere imagination…

Was it selfish of him to want to find a light in such wickedness?

Looking back at such a time he would say yes, absolutely.

To form such emotional attachments that ran deeper than any other was beyond selfish of him, especially during such a time where promises made under the untouched brilliance of the moonlight could be broken at any given time. Vows of adoration, of trust, of vulnerability were not to be taken lightly, and there they were throwing them carelessly into the night before testing fates hand in such oaths come morning. The fragile string their very lives depended on, tested through hours of blood, sweat, and tears.

However, would he ever dare say he regretted such an ill guided decision. One made after enduring years of dire loneliness, a decision he made to protect not just himself but anyone else who would suffer the unfortunate fate of ever becoming associated with such a plague known as him?

No.

Never in the hundreds of years he lived.

Never in the centuries of utter bliss he had experienced since then and will continue to do so until his final breath.

As long as he continued to wake up to the sight of his beloved, his other half, his very soul, he would never regret such a decision.

As long as he was free to cherish, to adore, to utterly love, he would never regret such a decision.

As long as he would end each blessed day with the sweet taste of saccharin against his lips, the gentle caresses that screamed of his returned affection, the promises of another day to come where every second would be spent alongside the other’s existence, he would never regret such a decision.