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Mochizuki Haruki - Chapter 1

The Stranger

Pairing: Haruki(my Ikesen suitor OC) X reader

Content warnings: none

It was the autumn of 1573. It had begun to get chilly in Azuchi. A lot had happened since you first came here...

You had managed to earn the trust of the Oda Forces, but nobody could really catch your eye. By now, you have learnt much about the province and it's people.

The streets of Azuchi were safe at night, safe enough for a lone traveller to sleep under a wayside tree. It was all thanks to Nobunaga, who made sure to keep the town safe at all times.

One night, you were on a walk through the streets, wandering on and on, with no specific purpose in mind...

Until, you wandered into the woods. You would usually expect to meet Kennyo feeding the forest animals at this hour, but the man was nowhere in sight.

You kept wandering for a while, hoping to find Kennyo somewhere in the woods, till you noticed a dark silhouette by the stream.

It was a man unlike any you had seen. He turned towards you. The bitter smell of tobacco wafted in the air. In the pale moonlight, you could see a man, dressed in dark clothes, smoking a kiseru. He had an eyepatch over his left eye and a large scar across his neck, that almost made you wince.

"Greetings, Miss." The man spoke. "What brings a young lady to the woods at such an hour?"

You decided to muster up some courage and speak to him.

"I'm here on a walk."

"Oh? A walk, I see. Would you like to walk alongside me, then? These woods are not particularly safe, I'd have you know."

"Thanks, but I can protect myself."

"Heh, is that so?" The man chuckled lighty.

"Who are you? What are you doing at this hour in the forest?"

"Haruki. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss. May I ask your name?" He grinned, taking a drag of the pipe.

"I am Mai."

"That's a pretty name for a pretty lady, Miss Mai." Haruki let out a puff of smoke and extinguished the pipe.

You did not quite like the man's way of speaking. Too flirtatious, you thought.

"Thanks."

Haruki smiled at you once again, and extended his hand for you to take.

You were hesitant at first, but for some reason, you held his hand.

Holding hands, Haruki led you to the towards the town, telling you about the wild beasts and youkai who come out in the woods at night.

A typical 16th century guy, you thought to yourself.

"Where do you live, Miss Mai?" He questioned you as you both neared the castle. It almost seemed that he knew where you lived.

"Azuchi castle."

"Oh my, you must be the foreign princess who everyone has been talking about, since last year. How interesting." Haruki smiled.

"If you already know, why ask?" You mumbled, annoyed.

"Well, asking would not harm anyone, would it? Besides, we have just met."

"Stop trying to flirt with me."

"Oh? Does it look like that? Forgive me, I did not really intend to." His apology seemed feigned, and he said it with a grin, to make matters worse.

You decided to leave him and return back to the castle.

"If fate allows it, we shall meet again. Till then, farewell, Miss Mai." He smirked(he almost looked like he was smirking at you), and walked away into the distance, disappearing completely in the mist, as you watched him leave. Then, you made your way towards the castle gates.

What a strange man, I hope he isn't another weirdo... You mumbled under your breath as you walked towards your chambers.

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Event: Falling For Fall Hosted by: @violettduchess & @lorei-writes Prompt: Falling leaves & Harvest (Angst + Fluff) Previous prompt: Rain. Foraging. Moon. Gold. Gossamer. Cinnamon Characters: Sariel Noir & Luke Randolph & Prince OC [Vernard Mürrisch]

Words : 820 A/N: I spent time thinking about how to write different fanfictions for each one of them and my head ached... so I said why not mix the two prompts together and get it over with? By that I finished all the #Fallingforfallcc prompts yippee!!

[🥮𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐜̧𝐚𝐝𝐞🍁]

The fall feast was in full swing, the palace gardens ablaze with the colours of the season. Guests milled about, the long tables groaning under a bounty of harvest-themed delicacies: roasted squash, spiced apple cider, and intricate pastries crafted from the season's bounty. Yet, Prince Vernard stood apart, a solitary figure at the edge of the celebration, his usual melancholic air amplified by the festive cheer.

Then, Sariel glided up behind him, his presence as quiet as the falling leaves drifting to the ground. "Prince Vernard," he began, his voice a low, smooth hiss, "I must commend you on your diligence these past few weeks."

Vernard's response was a mere shrug, a dismissive gesture that belied the turmoil within. "I merely…existed," he muttered, his voice raspy, almost apologetic. He hadn't truly played a significant role in the recent events – accompanying Clavis and Chevalier to the border was a matter of duty, not impact; his involvement with Jin and Licht's inspections was trivial, reduced to playful interactions with children.

"You ensured Prince Nokto's timely return from his late-night escapade," Sariel continued, undeterred, "and you spared a great deal of trouble by preventing the usual morning chaos. Also, your assistance in helping Prince Yves select the sweets was… quite insightful. And, I daresay, it spared a few brawls between the other princes," he added with a hint of amusement, gesturing towards the lively scrum surrounding the dessert table where Jin, Leon, Licht, and Luke were battling over the last of the cinnamon buns crumble.

Vernard's lips curved into a cynical smirk. "My intervention with Nokto was simply a means to quell my own insomnia. A distraction, if you will." He spoke of the prince's midnight adventures with a detached cynicism, as if Nokto's time was merely a commodity he'd used to his advantage. "Yves," he continued, "forced me to taste his…creations. As if I could even perceive the sweetness in them. My tongue is numb to sugar, yet I cannot refuse him, you know." His voice was flat, a stark contrast to the warm tones of the fall day.

Sariel's perceptive gaze pierced through Vernard's facade. "And the party that Prince Leon hosted? Did you find it…enlightening?" Vernard's hand instinctively rose to scratch his disabled right ear, a tell-tale sign of evasion. Sariel didn't need a response. He knew the story. He subtly alluded to the incident that had poisoned the atmosphere for Vernard that night, the cruel jabs from nobles who despised him for his mother’s shameful past and his own desperate struggle to find a life outside the gilded cage of the court. The more he associated with the princes, the further he seemed to drift from his goal of escaping their world.

Sariel's voice grew firm, interrupting Vernard's silent, agonizing thoughts. "What you aspire to, Prince Vernard, may not be obtainable. The princes, particularly those closest to you, will not allow you to simply walk away. You have become a vital thread in the tapestry of this court and your absence would unravel far more than you might imagine. They rely on you."

And just like that, Sariel departed, leaving Vernard to the echoes of his own regrets and the weight of his uncertain future. The silence was shattered by a different voice, a hearty, almost boisterous one. Luke materialized beside him, holding aloft a piece of the very dessert that had caused such a commotion. "Managed to snag this one from the brutes," he announced, grinning. "Yves's work, ain't it? Said it was specially selected by you."

Luke, a giant of a young man with a heart of honey, continued, "Thanks for steer'in' me clear of Sariel's snooze-fest the other day. And for tippin' me off to that sweet bakery with the killer honey cakes. Man, were those things good."

Vernard, a flicker of warmth in his usually cold eyes, took the dessert with a slight struggle, and promptly ate it. "No problem, Luke," he muttered, his sigh echoing the bittersweet flavor of the fall season. But even as he chewed, the sweetness remained elusive, a pale imitation of the joy he could never quite grasp. "What was Sariel on about?" Luke questioned, his brow creasing.

"Nothing you need to worry about," Vernard responded, his voice a gentle shield for Luke.

"Right then. Well, I've had my fill of this shindig. Fancy a stroll?" Luke, ever the escape artist, suggested with a playful glint in his eyes.

A genuine smile touched Vernard's lips for the first time that day. "I'd like that," he answered, and they slipped away from the boisterous feast, two figures walking into the golden glow of the setting sun, their steps light and free, leaving the weight of court intrigue and royal duty behind. The falling leaves whispered secrets only they could hear, and the scent of autumn lingered in the air, promising a brief moment of peace amidst the chaos of their lives.

Fin ❤️✨

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Event: Falling For Fall Hosted by: @violettduchess & @lorei-writes Prompt: Cinnamon (fluff)

WC: 954 Previous prompt: Rain. Foraging. Moon. Gold. Gossamer Characters: Yves Kloss & Prince OC [Vernard Mürrisch] A/N: I love Yves so much! 😭🩷

🍁[𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧]🥞

As the leaves turned to vibrant hues of gold and crimson, the palace buzzed with preparations for the grand Fall Feast. The scent of cinnamon wafted through the air, mingling with the crisp autumn breeze. In the kitchen, Yves was busy, his hands moves gracefully with the soft flour while his honey-like blonde hair falling into his bright blue eyes as he carefully arranged his ingredients on the counter.

“Vernard!” he called, his tone light but commanding, “I need your help!”

Vernard, burdened by the weight of expectations and his younger brother’s insistence, hesitated in the doorway. He ran a hand through his hair, jade eyes matching the autumn-purposed decor. “Help with what exactly? Aren’t you already a master at this?”

Yves smirked, folding his arms as he leaned against the counter. “You know none of the others can be trusted not to gobble everything down before it’s even finished. This is where you come in. Have the honor of becoming my official taste taster.”

Despite his weak hearing, his ear picked up what Yves said, a lump formed in Vernard’s throat. He knew he was bad at dealing with sweet things, but the thought of disappointing Yves was worse. “I don’t think I’m the right candidate for that, Yves…” he murmured, anxiety tugging at him.

“Why not? You’re the only one I can count on to be disciplined,” Yves replied, a slight playful glint sparking in his eyes. “I'm in need for an honest critic, not a greedy goblin.”

Vernard swallowed hard and forced a smile, masking his true predicament. “I suppose... I can manage that.” But deep down, he felt a pang of dread. What if Yves noticed?

As he stepped closer, the kitchen filled with the mingled scents of spices and the soft crackle of pastries baking in the oven, all coated with a sweet promise of autumn delight. “What are you making anyway?” Vernard inquired, hoping to divert his brother’s attention.

“I’m experimenting with cinnamon pastries, inspired by the season.” Yves beamed, his pride evident. “I heard it’s a favorite.”

Vernard nodded, though the thought of pastries left him conflicted. “It sounds... delightful.”

“Delightful?” Yves echoed, an annoyance lilt in his voice. “You sound like you’d rather be anywhere but here.”

“Not at all!” Vernard’s heart raced. “I’m, uh, just focused! Really!”

Yves rolled his eyes. “Calm down, You’ll want to have some, trust me. Also, this time, I want honest feedback. No sugarcoating it… literally!”

“I understand,” Vernard replied, steeling himself. “I’ll do my best.”

Hours passed in a whirlwind of flour, sugar, and laughter. Yves was in his element, practically dancing around the kitchen as he pulled tray after tray of beautifully crafted pastries from the oven. But every time Vernard was offered a taste, his heart would stutter. If only Yves knew…

Eventually, Yves placed a steaming pastry shaped like a maple leaf in front of Vernard, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Ready?”

“Uh—sure!” Vernard picked it up, forcing himself to ignore the burning heaviness in his chest. He took a bite, the sweet scent washing over him as he tried to convince himself that he was tasting it.

But instead, all he felt was a dull echo of flavor on his tongue.

Yves leaned in, eagerness written across his face. “What do you think?”

“It’s… it’s very… autumn...” Vernard stammered, summoning every ounce of creativity he had to interpret the moment. “The cinnamon feels right. And… the texture is especially lovely!”

Yves narrowed his eyes, a hint of suspicion playing on his lips. “You’re dodging the question. You know you could just admit you don’t like my baking.”

“No! I mean, yes! Well—” Vernard fumbled over his words, the truth nearly slipping out. “It’s not that. I just, um, really enjoy watching you bake.”

“Nice try.” Yves said, “But you never join me at tea parties. Why is that? Is my baking really so terrible that it scares you? Is it as bad as Clavis's cooking?”

Deep down, Vernard was wrestling with his fears. “No, it’s just—”

“Just what?” Yves pressed, unapologetically curious.

“It’s that—” Vernard quickly backpedaled, trying to maintain his composure. “I just… have other things to do. You know how it is.”

Yves rolled his eyes, the pride of a brother aware of the cracks in Vernard’s facade. “You’re just making excuses. You must have some reason. Tell me, what’s going on?”

Vernard opened his mouth, the urge to confess nearly overwhelming him, but he watched as Yves's blue eyes sparkled with determination and genuine care. He couldn’t burden him with his problem, not when he was so determined to share his talent. “Really, Yves. You don’t need me to taste your cooking. I know you don’t need the validation.”

Yves folded his arms, leaning against the counter as he regarded his older brother. “Oh, but I do.” He narrowed his eyes playfully. “This time, I’m baking for the feast, It’s special. And if you don't want to taste it, well, I’ll just have to make you a few batches until you find something you do like.”

“That sounds…” Vernard started, skin tinged with embarrassment, “like you’re treating me like a child.”

“Perhaps you need a little pampering!” Yves shot back, mischief dancing in his tone. “Now, come here and help me roll this dough.”

As Vernard stepped forward, he felt the heaviness of his secrets pressing inwardly, but in the midst of flour fights and laughter that echoed against the walls, he found comfort in their shared moments. Perhaps today wouldn’t be the day he revealed his taste for bittersweetness. Instead, he would embrace the warmth of the season and the joy of brotherhood that cinnamon rolls and laughter could conjure.

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Event: Falling For Fall Hosted by: @violettduchess & @lorei-writes Prompt: Moon (angst) Previous prompt: Rain, Foraging

Words: 745 Characters: Leon Dompteur & Prince OC [Vernard Mürrisch] A/N: there might be a slight mention for a medical condition here...

🌕[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐳𝐞]🌕

The grand ballroom was nothing short of a tempest, a swirling chaos of laughter, whispered intrigue, and clinking glasses that battered against Vernard’s senses. He stood beside Leon, yet feeling more like a ghost haunting the depths of this extravagant gathering. The nobles around them were radiant in their finery, their voices a symphony of ridiculous banter. But to Vernard, they were a cacophony, jarring and intrusive, made louder by the burden of his partial deafness. As he cupped his good left ear, trying to dampen the sound, he wondered if they could see the storm brewing within him—a tempest as fierce as the autumn winds howling outside.

“Vernard Mürrisch,” Leon introduced him, extending a hand toward a pompous nobleman whose expression darkened at the mere sound of Vernard's name. “My brother. He’s been quite the contributor.”

The sly remark dripped with condescension, and Vernard felt the weight of the nobleman's gaze pierce through him, each word heavy like chains. “And what does someone like him know of contributions?” the nobleman sneered, his voice dripping with disdain, unaware that Vernard was all too familiar with such taunts.

“Leon, please…” Vernard murmured, but his brother was already stepping forward, the warmth of his presence shielding Vernard from the biting chill of aristocratic scorn.

“Hey now,” Leon’s voice rang with righteous yet calm fury, silencing the nobles momentarily. “Vernard is my brother, and he deserves your respect.”

Yet even as Leon defended him, Vernard felt the shadows closing in. The crowd’s murmur resumed, and the air buzzed with gossip, painted with the taint of scandal and judgment. He knew their thoughts; they whispered about the truth of his birth, his mother’s shameful past, as if this was a truth that trailed behind him like a ghost. He could feel the heat of their disapproval gnawing at him, and the ballroom walls began to close in, pressing against his chest like the firm grip of autumn’s chill.

Without warning, the world around him drowned in a haze, and Vernard slipped away from the crowd, seeking refuge on the balcony. The moon hung high above, a brilliant full orb in the inky sky. He leaned against the cool stone, feeling the gentle breeze caress his skin, as he closed his eyes.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Leon’s voice interrupted the contemplative silence, softer now, as warmth followed him outside. “You ran away so quickly, I thought I’d lost you.”

Vernard opened his eyes to meet the glowing face of the moon, its silver light washing over him. “They don’t understand, Leon,” he whispered, his voice low, almost swallowed by the night. “It’s easier to be in the shadows.”

“Why do you say that?” Leon asked, tilting his head. “You deserve to shine—”

“Like the sun?” Vernard cut in, his gaze fixing fiercely on the moon, reflecting its glow. “You’re the sun. You’re the warmth that draws them all in,” he gestured broadly, “while I’m just the moon—an afterthought, a pale echo of your brightness. They can’t see me without you.”

“Vernard…” Leon began but faltered, heart aching at the depth of his brother's sorrow that lay bare within his words. “You know how I feel about you—I admire you. You’re not an afterthought to me.”

Vernard chuckled bitterly, eyes narrowing at the glowing orb above him. “You see light where others only see shadow. Just like the moon draws its light from the sun, I have always lived in your shadow. I can’t help but wonder if I am destined to reflect your brilliance, while never being seen for my own, they don't see ME, they see what I am...”

“You are more than a reflection,” Leon insisted, stepping closer, the warmth of his presence nearly igniting Vernard’s cold heart. “You’re…”

But the air grew thick, the words stuck in Leon’s throat. Vernard turned back to the moon, so luminescent and yet so far away, just as he felt from these people, from the family he craved.

“Just like the moon pulls at the tides,” Vernard murmured, gaze transfixed. “I feel like I’m caught between the tides of your light and their disdain; I want to break free, but I can’t seem to find my way. I fear I am forever fated to dance in the shadows.”

The moon shone down upon him, indifferent yet beautiful, embodying all the bittersweet longing that knotted in his chest, guiding him through an endless autumn of despair.

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Event: Falling For Fall Hosted by: @violettduchess & @lorei-writes Prompt: Gossamer (fluff)

WC: 694

TW : insomnia Previous prompt: Rain. Foraging. Moon. Gold Characters: Nokto Klein & Prince OC [Vernard Mürrisch] A/N: This was hard for me to write since it took me a long time to understand the meaning of the word 'gossamer' 😅

🕸️[𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬]🍂

The carriage rolled through the moonlit streets, the crisp autumn air seeping in through the slightly ajar window. Leaves, the color of burnt umber and crimson, danced in the faint glow of the streetlamps, their fragile forms like gossamer caught in a gentle breeze. Inside, Vernard, his moonlight-white hair framing a face etched with quiet weariness, leaned back against the plush cushions, a subtle sigh escaping his lips. Nokto, ever the picture of effortless charm, sat beside him, his silver hair gleaming under the dim light, his crimson eyes alight with a mischievous glint.

"My, my, Vernard," Nokto drawled, a teasing lilt to his voice. "It seems the ladies were quite taken with your quiet demeanor tonight. Almost as if they were trying to… whisk you away."

Vernard, never one for elaborate social interactions, simply dismissed the remark with a faint, "Nonsense." His jade eyes, usually sharp and watchful, held a hint of fatigue.

"Oh, come now," Nokto chuckled, sensing the other's desire to end the conversation. "Surely, you don't believe me when I say that your presence was quite the spectacle tonight."

Vernard, recognizing the subtle change in Nokto's tone, knew his brother was trying to gauge his mental state. He sighed again, a deeper sound this time. "I excused myself early. You didn't need to follow me back."

Nokto's teasing facade faded slightly. "I was simply tired of the festivities, so I decided to return." He paused, a hint of sweetness lacing his voice. "Though, one must wonder why such a diligent guardian chose to leave so early. Rest is crucial, especially before unexpected surprises might unfold…"

Vernard's lips tightened, a flicker of irritation in his eyes. "One rests when one dies, Nokto. A guardian's duty knows no respite, no matter how tempting slumber may be. Eyes must remain open, even when the body yearns to close them."

Nokto's gaze softened, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Oh, Vernard. There's no need to encrypt your insomnia in such dramatic fashion. We both know that sleep doesn't come easily for you."

Vernard flinched, a subtle twitch of his right ear, his only giveaway of discomfort. He quickly scratched it, pretending not to have heard Nokto.

The silence that followed was filled with unspoken words, the rustling of the carriage and the whisper of autumn leaves. It was a silent understanding between the two princes, a bond of shared experiences, and perhaps, a touch of unspoken sympathy on Nokto's part.

Nokto continued, the teasing tone returning, though with a gentler touch. "You know, the palace residents are starting to miss your ever-present… organization. Leon, Jin, Yves, Licht… even Sariel."

Vernard's lips curved into a slight, almost imperceptible smile. "I want them to get used to it. It's one of the reasons I find myself accompanying you and the rest to these… arduous endeavours."

Nokto chuckled, a warmth in his voice. "You say that every time you leave the palace for days on end, yet they refuse to let you truly disappear from their sight. They'll never quite understand your desire for distance."

Vernard leaned forward, his gaze distant, as if looking past the carriage windows toward an undefined horizon. "I will manage, Nokto. One day, the name 'Vernard Mürrisch' will be nothing but a forgotten echo. It's my ambition."

Nokto's smile faded slightly. He knew Vernard meant every word, the desire for anonymity, for escape from the suffocating palace life. But he only let out a light laugh, choosing to brush the comment aside, hiding his understanding and a flicker of concern for the other. He looked at Vernard, mirroring Licht's understanding way of seeing the world, a sympathy that only few could see.

The carriage finally pulled up to the palace gates, the sprawling stone structure a looming silhouette against the star-studded sky. The autumn air, now a tangible presence, seemed to hold its breath as the two brothers exited the carriage, and walked towards the palace, each carrying their own burdens and secrets.

The gossamer threads of their complicated relationship, like the fragile autumn leaves, danced in the uncertain breeze, a testament to the delicate and intricate tapestry of their intertwined lives.

Fin ❤️✨

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Event: Falling For Fall Hosted by: @violettduchess & @lorei-writes Prompt: Gold (angst) Previous prompt: Rain. Foraging. Moon. Characters: Jin Onii-chan Grandet & Licht Klein & Prince OC [Vernard Mürrisch]

Words: 976

TW: Mention of blood, past trauma, brief mention for a medical condition A/N: was planning to make this an art or portrait but didn't have the power nor the time to do it so here have s fic instead... Pls don't hate me after this like my lil sis gonna do 😭💔😞 this is by far the angstiest angst I WROTE... Not thought... WROTE, cuz the angsts I think abt on daily basis are more worse than this...

🍁[𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧'𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭]🍁

The crisp autumn air wrapped around the trio of princes as they made their way through the sprawling districts of their kingdom, the leaves swirling in shades of gold and amber. Prince Vernard, tall and poised, walked slightly behind his companions, Jin and Licht, who were embroiled in a lighthearted squabble.

“Today isn’t even my turn!” Jin huffed, exasperation lacing his voice. “Yves planned this whole inspection just to keep me away from the sweets he’s baking for the fall feast! I know he’s going to pack them all away before even a single crumb reaches me.”

Licht interrupted with arms crossed. “You know that’s exactly what would happen, Jin. You’d eat them all, while I have more self-control than you.”

“Self-control?” Jin shot back, a challenging smirk dancing on his lips. “C'mon, I see the way you stare longingly at Yves' dessert too, Licht.”

Turning to Vernard, Jin raised an eyebrow. “What do you think, Vern? Is this fair or not?”

Meanwhile, Vernard, lost in the midst of his own thoughts as he absently scratched his right ear -the disabled ear- blinked as his brothers’ voices filtered back to him. “Hm...? What? Oh, I—sorry. I wasn’t paying attention, what were you saying?” he asked sheepishly and genuinely confused. While Jin and Licht exchanged knowing looks; it was a familiar occurrence, the weight of the world on Vernard’s shoulders often distracting him from the joyous banter that surrounded him.

As they entered the county, the excitement of autumn unfolded around them, the vibrant foliage a stark contrast to the heaviness in Vernard’s heart. While Jin and Licht began their work, examining the needs of the local populace, Vernard remained a few paces behind, vigilant and ready to assist if called upon.

A group of raucous children caught the attention of the two princes, their laughter ringing like chimes in the wind. They bounded toward Jin and Licht, all bright giggles and eager faces, but the princes were too absorbed in their tasks. Vernard, however, couldn’t resist; he let out a sharp whistle, beckoning the children over.

“Come on! Over here!” he called, a warmth flooding him as they rushed to his side. Jin pointed to Vernard with an approving grin. “See? You can play with him.”

Without a second thought, the children flocked to Vernard, clamoring for his attention. One little girl grabbed his hand, tugging him to come play, “Will you play with us, mister?” she inquired, Vernard couldn’t resist the innocent joy sparkling in her eyes.

With a nod of encouragement from Licht and Jin, he surrendered, joining the children in their exuberant play.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the horizon in hues of gold, the children led Vernard to a magnificent tree, its gnarled branches now stripped bare, creating a carpet of fallen leaves that shimmered like gilded treasures. The children dived into the sea of yellow-gold, laughter spilling from their lips like a joyous melody.

“C'mon, mister Verny! Join us” one child cried, their eyes sparkling with innocent mischief.

Vernard felt a flutter of embarrassment. He was no longer a child embarking on whimsical adventures; he was a prince, burdened by the shadows of his past and duties. Yet, drawn by their laughter, he relented. He leapt toward them, but in his exuberance, he tripped, tumbling back into the harvest of leaves with a soft thud. The children erupted into delighted giggles, filling the air with pure, untainted joy.

Vernard lay back, eyes trained on the vast sky above, where remnants of clouds drifted lazily. For a moment, he felt free—

Until the past anchored him down... Again...

Suddenly, the golden leaves morphed, twisting into a homogenous sea of crimson, the laughter was replaced by unsettling silence. Corpses scattered around him, their faces void of life, all except for himself—an island of breath amidst an ocean of death.

He was back there again, ten years prior, amidst the blood-stained rose war. The memory washed over him, thick and suffocating, clinging to his skin like the chill in the autumn air. How could he be alive when they weren’t? It felt both a curse and a blessing, wrapped together like the hues of fall leaves.

Startled, he bolted upright, his heart racing as reality crashed back in like a wave. One child reached for him, worry etched across their small face. “Are you okay, mister Verny?”

Fighting to shake off the specter of that grim memory, he gathered the child close, arms tightening around their small form. The warmth of the child’s innocence was a balm, but it wasn’t enough to dispel the storm brewing within him.

Across the clearing, Jin and Licht stood patiently, concern evident as they scanned Vernard’s expression. Vernard’s smile was strained, painted with sorrow. The laughter of children surrounded him, but in his eyes lay the shadows of lives lost.

Jin stepped forward, gentleness in his tone, masking the sorrow beneath. “It’s time to head back, Vern.”

Nodding, Vernard rose, turning reluctantly from the children who waved goodbye with innocent hearts. He returned the gesture, but the sadness in his gaze lingered, haunting the edges of his smile.

As they began to walk back toward the palace, Licht turned to Jin, his voice cool but edged with concern. “He remembered again, didn’t he?”

Jin nodded, glancing back at Vernard, the distance a reminder of the burdens hidden beneath gold-embroidered robes. “It’s hard to forget, especially when joy becomes a mirror reflecting pain. Laying among those leaves and kids reminded him too much of the past, just as it reminded him of what he lost.”

The golden hues of autumn enveloped them, but as they returned to the palace, Vernard’s heart carried the weight of memories, each step a conflict between the vibrant life surrounding him and the shadows that still clung to his spirit.

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If I had the materials, I would have loved to create a Motonari or Kennyo plushie.

Look I crocheted an ugly bunny

Give the bunny a name

Skittles

@colourless-hydrangeas

Whatchu think?

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It's awesome for a first time! Do you crochet other things too? If yes, I would love to see! :)

I am still learning how to crochet. I am not so advanced yet.

Look I crocheted an ugly bunny

Give the bunny a name

Skittles

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So cute! I love it! <3

I'd like to name it Miffy. :3

Look I crocheted an ugly bunny

Give the bunny a name

Skittles

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Hehe.

Aoi, you remind me of The Scream painting.

"....Huh-? And why is that?" - Aoi, very confused

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Event: Falling For Fall

Hosted by: @violettduchess & @lorei-writes

Prompt: Foraging (fluff)

Previous prompt: Rain

Characters: Chevalier Michel & Clavis Lelouch & Prince OC [Vernard Mürrisch]

Words: 978

A/N: Y'all know it's always fun when I write abt Clavis 🤣💝

🍂[𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞]🍂

The crisp autumn air whipped through the mane of Vernard's chestnut steed as he was practically dragged along by the boisterous Clavis. Rhodolite's borders lay ahead, a landscape painted in hues of crimson and gold, a stark contrast to the usual somber palette of Vernard's world. He was an individual known for his quiet disposition, his meticulous nature, a stark contrast to the other two princes. Clavis, ever the whirlwind of mischief, noticed his younger brother's pensive demeanor.

"Why the long face, dear Vernard?" Clavis chuckled, his voice echoing through the vast expanse of open land. "What better than to spend a day with your favourite brothers?”

“Anything else.” Vernard, despite his inability to refuse outright, did his best to convey his displeasure through the stony emptiness of his voice. He knew this excursion was less of a necessary inspection and more of Clavis's relentless attempt to shake him out of his habitually reserved state.

"Chevalier received reports of unusual activity near the border," Clavis explained, his tone shifting to a businesslike one. "We're here to confirm and, if necessary, deal with it." He paused, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Besides, it's been ages since you've joined us, dear Vernard. Consider it a family outing."

Vernard sighed, his heart sinking further with each passing moment. Clavis recognized the flicker of unspoken antagonism that passed between Vernard and Chevalier – a silent war of icy stares that differed greatly from that existed between Chevalier and Leon. He longed to be anywhere else, anywhere but here, sandwiched between his two very different brothers.

Their inspection yielded no evidence of suspicious activity. However, the day's mission served as the perfect excuse for Clavis to establish a temporary campsite. The announcement brought forth a series of weary sighs and silent acquiescence from Vernard and Chevalier.

"Camping!" Clavis declared, his voice booming with an uncharacteristic level of excitement in the otherwise silent autumn forest. "It's been far too long! And the season's perfect for it, don't you think? We can forage for food, a bit of adventure before we head back to the stifling palace walls."

Chevalier, in his usual manner, remained engrossed in his thick book he brought along. Vernard, on the other hand, was captivated by the dancing orange leaves, lost in a world of silent contemplation.

Clavis, oblivious to the icy indifference he was met with, launched into a detailed explanation of his camping plans. The two princes were lost in their own thoughts until Clavis eventually departed to forage for supper.

Seizing the opportunity for solitude, Vernard pulled out a small notebook and a piece of charcoal, hidden beneath his robe in cases like this. He began to sketch the vivid autumn scenes, his hand moving with a practiced grace that belied his usual reserved demeanor. A sense of peace settled over him as he captured the ephemeral beauty of the forest on leaves.

Chevalier, however, remained silent. The only sound was the rustling of leaves and the occasional snap of a twig under Clavis's relentless pursuit of food. The tension between them was thick, palpable.

That's when Clavis's return shattered the fragile tranquility, causing Vernard to immediately hide what he was enjoying. Clavis regaled them with tales of his foraging success, detailing the diverse array of herbs and wild fruits he had collected, claiming that some would make a superb addition to his next recipes. Vernard, despite his disinterest, couldn't resist shooting him with a look of polite disapproval, but Clavis, in his usual blissful ignorance, continued as if Vernard was filled with eager anticipation.

"So," Clavis chirped, his tone light and teasing, "did you two manage to have a pleasant chat during my absence? You're not exactly known for initiating conversations, especially when you're stuck together."

As night fell, Clavis, unsurprisingly, succumbed to the soothing sway of the campfire and drifted off to sleep. Vernard, with a sigh, rose and draped his cloak over his brother, a gesture of quiet affection that had become his trademark.

"Perhaps I don't regret coming here," he murmured, a confession whispered into the darkness.

Chevalier, who had been observing him, responded with a harshness that was almost affectionate. "You are a contradiction, White."

Vernard, with the usual air of indifference, merely replied, "I don't need you to remind me of that."

He started patting his pockets and clothing, a sudden surge of panic rising within him as he searched for something. Just as he was about to voice his worry, he noticed Chevalier holding his sketching notebook. Apparently, it had slipped out when he'd taken off his robe.

"Thank you," Vernard breathed, his relief palpable.

Chevalier, surprisingly, simply uttered a curt "Hmm.", a stark departure from his usual silence. He then posed a question that didn't require an answer, more of a statement than a query. "Is this why you don't regret this brief foray into chaos?"

Vernard shrugged. “A change of scenery is necessary occasionally. And Clavis’s enthusiasm, however excessive, was… appreciated.” He wanted to thank Clavis, to express his gratitude for the brief respite from the usual constraints of palace life, but the thought of Clavis's endless boasting about it deterred him. He would keep his gratitude private.

Vernard flipped through the notebook, his heart sinking slightly as he found a missing drawing. His eyes widened as he located it tucked within the pages of Chevalier’s book – a clear act of silent acceptance and understanding.

A smile struggled to break free on his lips, but he quickly subdued it, fearing even the slightest hint of joy might be audible to his brother. An unspoken understanding passed between them, a moment of quiet vulnerability and affection that bloomed in the heart of the autumn forest. The secret of Vernard's hidden talent, like the last leaves clinging to the branches, was silently acknowledged, a secret shared in the heart of the dying season.

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Event: Falling For Fall CC

Hosted by: @violettduchess & @lorei-writes

Prompt: Rain (fluff)

Words: 638

Pairing: Reader x Prince OC [Vernard Mürrisch(?)]

A/N: first entry before posting the birthday fanfic! Ofc gonna start with my lovely white-haired prince 🤍

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The streets of Rhodolite shimmered with the glow of amber leaves, and you felt the thrill of freedom as you wandered through the autumn-themed shops. You twirled, delighting in the cool breeze that tangled your hair, but as dark clouds rolled in, your heart sank.

“Oh no, not now!” you exclaimed, glancing up. The first drops of rain fell, and chaos ensued. Shoppers dashed for cover, and you cursed your luck, seeking shelter beneath a modest awning.

“Of all the days…” you muttered to yourself, shaking your head, when suddenly you felt something heavy draped around your shoulders.

“Here, take this,” a voice, cool yet familiar, cut through your surprise.

As you turned, your eyes widening. Prince Vernard stood behind you, his own clothes drenched and clinging to him. “You?” you gasped. “How did you…?”

“You have a knack for ending up in trouble, lady,” he said, his usual cold demeanor softened by a hint of warmth. “I saw you were out and figured I should keep an eye on you.”

“Are you following me?” you asked, half amused, half incredulous.

“Just being a good guardian.” His tone was serious, but the corners of his lips quirked slightly. “You’re my responsibility, after all.”

You felt a flush of guilt as you two began to walk through the rain, your body shielded by his robe while he experienced the full effect of the downpour. “You’re getting soaked, Vernard,” you said, urgency creeping into your voice. “I can’t let you—”

“Do you see me complaining?” He interrupted, as he adjusting the robe to cover you more securely. “I finally found something useful for this garment,” he said with a lightness that surprised you. “Turns out it’s good for things beyond just looking princely.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. “It’s beautiful.” you teased. “But it won’t protect you if you’re waterlogged.”

“I can handle it,” he replied with an air of confidence that made you wonder. How could he remain so calm?

“Are you really okay with this?” you asked, peering up at him.

“Call it exaggerating but... I grew up in the rain,” he said, his voice steady. “It was a sort of… training, if you will. I learned to manage difficult situations and circumstances.”

You could hear the underlying weight in his tone, the bitter twist of memories. “But it’s more than that, isn’t it?” you pressed gently. “You don’t just treat it as training.”

Vernard shifted, his gaze fixed straight ahead. “It’s my duty,” he finally said, his expression hardening. “A guardian must put the safety of others before their own desires, to be prepared for any difficult situation to perform their duty to the fullest.”

“You shouldn’t have to…” your heart ached for him.

“I’m used to it,” he said, his voice swallowing your words. “Keeping you safe has become my purpose, however noble or sacrificial.”

You glanced up at him, searching for signs of the boy you'd seen behind the fortress walls. There was so much more depth to him than the aloof prince you had first met.

“Then… promise me you won’t always do this alone.”

Vernard paused, perhaps taken off guard. “You—”

“I care about you, Vernard,” you clarified, feeling a warmth spread through your own heart. “You don’t always have to bear the weight of the world by yourself. We’re in this together.”

He looked down at you, water mingling with the autumn leaves that danced around you. For a moment, the rain fell softly around you, wrapping you in a cocoon of shared responsibility, guardian and subject—friendship blossoming in stormy weather.

“Together then,” he said, a rare smile breaking through his stoic mask.

Together. As the rain continued to fall, your heart felt light, and for the first time, autumn didn’t seem so lonely after all.

OC TAGLIST : @aquagirl1978 @the-bird-and-the-flute @fang-and-feather @citrusmornings @wistfulwanderingone @keithsandwich @bicayaya @kissmetwicekissmedeadly

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Male OC x Reader [OC: Vernard Mürrisch(?)]

Starlight Prompt : Full moon 🌕

~ Fluff

Words : 480

I seem to like writing about my OC more ahaha...my bad 😅😅😅

Hosted by : @violettduchess & @lorei-writes

Content warning : none

Under the cloak of night, the full moon bathed the kingdom of roses in a soft, silver glow. Prince Vernard Mürrisch, a man known for his calm and balanced demeanor, stood atop the balcony of the palace, his piercing jade eyes locked onto the celestial body in the sky. His white hair, reminiscent of the fur of a white lynx, gleamed in the moonlight, adding to his aura of mystery and intrigue.

I had been tasked with choosing the next king for our beloved Rhodolite. But little did I know that the decision would be more complex than I had initially thought. For Prince Vernard, the full moon seemed to hold a special significance, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Why do you always watch the moon in full, Verny?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as to not disturb the silence of the night. The prince turned to me, a soft smile playing on his lips. "It's a personal matter," he replied, his voice smooth and soothing like the gentle waves of the ocean. "Let's just say that the full moon calls out to me, and I am compelled to answer its call." I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I looked into his eyes, which seemed to hold a world of secrets. I had heard whispers of his obsession with protecting people, of how he called himself their guardian. But what did the full moon have to do with any of that? "The moon represents change," Vernard said, as if sensing my thoughts. "It's a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there's always light to be found. And as a guardian, I believe it's my duty to be that light for those in need." His words resonated within me, speaking to my guarded heart and reminding me of the importance of hope in the face of adversity. And as I watched the full moon with Prince Vernard by my side, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and understanding. For it was in that moment that I realized that being a guardian, a protector, wasn't just about physical strength or power, but about being a beacon of light in a world shrouded in darkness. "Thank you," Vernard said, his voice filled with gratitude and warmth. "For choosing me to be your guardian. I promise to uphold the trust you have placed in me." And with that, we turned our gaze back to the moon, as it disappeared behind the clouds, leaving us with nothing but the starlight to guide us on our journey. But even in the darkness, we knew that we were not alone. For the full moon had left its mark on us, a reminder that change was always possible, and that light would always triumph over darkness.

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If you post more of Vernard content, please do tag me. :)

Finally

𝗠𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗰 :

"𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 ... 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬."

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤, 𝘖𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘎𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯

✨𝖵𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖬ü𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗁(?)✨

✼ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴʀᴀɴᴋᴇ��� ᴘʀɪɴ���ᴇ ᴏғ ʀʜᴏᴅᴏʟɪᴛᴇ✼

Name : Vernard, Verny, Vern, White, Dear Vernard, stick-in-the-mud and so much more...

Age : Same as Leon

Hair colour : Snow-white

Eye colour : Jadean green

Height : 182 cm

Blood type : O

Crest : Lynx (White Eurasian)

“Without my status as a chess piece in someone's scheme, I would not have evolved into the person that I am at present.”

Upon your arrival at the palace, he took on the role of a guardian, and prioritizing your safety, well-being and your progress to choose the next king became one of his most important duties. A complex and multi-dimensional personality, you constantly discover new aspects of him, making him more intriguing and sparking your desire to delve deeper. His self-sufficiency, refusal to be associated with any particular faction, and commitment to fulfilling his duties to the best of his abilities mask a dark and painful past that haunts him like a ghost. The shadow of his birth, the darkness that has always controlled him, rears its head, representing him as a mere pawn, and only...one decision from you will set him free.

❥ 𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 :

One could say that Vernard's existence was the result of a mistake made by not only his mother, but also Rhodolite's previous king. His mother, driven by the need to survive, worked as a prostitute, while the former king (The Fallen Beast) sought solace and validation in the arms of various women. It was their intersection that ultimately brought Vernard into this world.

Attempts were made to make Vernard's mother abandon her unborn child, but her inexplicable connection to the fetus led her to resist this decision. Rather than kill her unborn child and live with the guilt, she decided to take her own life by slitting her veins with a broken glass shard.

Desperate to save both her life and her unborn child by orders of a certain someone, the physicians worked to deliver the baby prematurely. However, the toll on her already fragile body was too great, and she sadly passed away shortly after giving birth, due to complications from the premature delivery and the attempt at suicide.

❥ 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 :

Due to a forbidden interaction, Vernard faced harsh criticism, disapproval, and shame from the royal court. However, his status as a pawn helped shield him from complete rejection, allowing him to be recognized as a prince, if only in the minds of some. He's the only prince who wasn't granted a rank, as the court deemed him unworthy due to his mother's disgraceful past. Even from the outset, giving Vernard the title of prince was a difficult pill for the court to swallow.

Whenever Vernard makes a small error or oversight, he's judged and his actions are linked to his mother's past as a prostitute, causing him to isolate himself and fear making mistakes again, and closeness to one of the princes used to keep him in check, preventing criticism or judgment, but something happened, widening the distance between them.

Because of his mother's shameful past, it was believed that Vernard lacked a proper lineage and was unworthy of one, so his "fake" caretaker intervened and the "Mürrisch" name was given to him, from that day on, the prince stuck to this name even after he reached puberty.

❥ 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 :

The princes were confused by Vernard's varied and strange behaviors. They used the word "eccentric" to describe his mysterious personality, which can be open and active or closed and dull, depending on the situation. He can be obedient at times and rebellious at others, but all of this is connected to the circumstances he's in.

Vernard adamantly refused to affiliate with a faction, but he handled faction business smoothly as if he was a recognized member, because he believed that joining a faction would limit his duties and restrictions would go against his belief that he could maintain multiple ventures.

✦"𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡, 𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑐𝑦𝑐𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠. 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒, 𝐼 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟... 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠?"✦

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...I thought that was a banana possessed by Giratina for a sec. 💀

I forgot I made this. Have an irratinana

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@toxick-e @glassandmetalwings :)

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No, it's okay. It doesn't really matter if they are side characters or not. It would still be sad if we got to see these two before we get Hide and Inu's sequels. :(

New ninja characters, the Seki 世鬼 family. Ninjas of the Mouri clan.

Volteg I hope you weren't just teasing or trolling us, and that you actually plan to show us Motonari someday. His sons showed up, and now you bring out his ninja minions. The guy better actually appear someday.

Anyway. These two aren't real people as far as I can find?

According to their bios, their names are Akisada 彰定 and Yukinori 千矩. In legends/history, the known names from the Seki clan are Saki Masatoki 世鬼政時 alongside his sons Masasada 政定 and Masanori 定矩.

I think Volteg intended them to be based on Masasada and Masanori, just with the names switched out. I don't know why they start to do this with the ninjas. Hanzo's mysterious rival in the events, Hattori Norinao, is actually historically "Hattori" Noritada. I thought they screwed up, but these new guys seems to prove that the change was purposeful.

Also the Seki ninjas are actually very distant relatives of the Imagawa (like, Yoshimoto and stuff). They live in a domain called Seki, adopted the place name as a new surname, and then at some point travelled halfway across the country to resettle in the Aki region.

This could've been so so funny in Ikesen though. Yoshimoto's cousins-X-many-times-removed being Motonari's ninja minions (and would be funnier still if they join him as his new pirate gang).