#Guren x reader

[ponderingmoonlight]

one stolen kiss pt. 2

Pairing: Guren x fem!reader; slight Kureto x fem!reader hehehe

Word Count: 2,3k

Synopsis: As if your annoyance didn't already reached its limit when Guren decided to kiss you out of the blue, you find yourself in his office a few days later. But it's not only him who urges to see you again...

Warnings: I never planned to make more than a one shot out of part 1 so the story still didn't fully develop and probably never will lol (all thanks to pookie @shinecrystalmoon). Buuut I have a plot in mind and this story will have around 3-5 chapters. If you wanna get tagged let me know <3

Part One: Click here

The days following the battle are absolute hell.

Not because of the injuries, not because of the examinations, not even because of the cleanup efforts that follow every mission.

No.

It’s because of Guren fucking Ichinose.

The bastard has taken up residence in your head, and he isn’t leaving anytime soon.

Every time you close your eyes, you can still feel his lips on yours - firm, demanding, knowing. The way his fingers curled around your wrist, the way his grip burned against the nape of your neck, the way his breath ghosted over your skin like he had all the time in the world to unravel you.

You hate it.

Hate how your heart still jumps when you replay the moment in your head. Hate how your skin burns with phantom touches that aren’t there. Hate that he looked so damn smug after you slapped him, like he had expected it, like he had enjoyed it.

And worst of all, hate that he was right.

This won’t be the last time. This was just the beginning of a journey you didn’t ask for, an open door to a path you so desperately fought against with every fiber of your being.

You simply cannot allow Guren to get under your skin. You can’t afford to catch feeling for a man who turns heads on a regular basis, who only toys with you. The first time you’ve met him, you swore on your life that you won’t let it happen, that you’re immune.

Your frustration builds over the days like a volcano on the brink of eruption. Every moment spent sparring, every meeting, every sideways glance you throw his way - he’s there, radiating that effortless confidence, that irritating charisma, and not once does he acknowledge what happened.

Like it was nothing. Like it hasn’t changed a damn thing.

Well, maybe it hasn’t for him. Maybe it was just another game, another power play, another way to remind you that he’s always one step ahead.

But for you?

It’s a problem. A huge, infuriating, all-consuming problem.

So when you’re summoned to his office one evening for a mission report, you’re already on edge.

You storm down the hall, gripping the stack of reports so tightly your knuckles ache. It’s late, the corridors of the headquarters mostly deserted, save for a few passing officers who barely glance your way. The last thing you need is to be alone in a room with him for the first time after that.

But you have no choice. After all, he is still your superior. And you worked way too hard to get personal feelings in your way at this point.

With a deep breath, you knock once before pushing open the door.

Guren is seated at his desk, one leg crossed over the other, his uniform jacket discarded over the back of his chair. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, his fingers lazily spinning a pen between them. When he looks up, his dark eyes gleam with unmistakable amusement.

“You’re late.”

You slam the reports onto his desk with a force that makes the nearby lamp rattle. Don’t let him get under your skin, don’t listen to what that jerk is saying.

“I was busy.”

He hums, unimpressed.

“Busy thinking about me?”

Your breath catches. For a second, your brain short-circuits, and that half-second of silence is all he needs.

His smirk widens.

“You were, weren’t you?”

“Shut up.”

“I’m flattered.”

You clench your jaw, barely resisting the urge to launch a stapler at his head.

“I wasn’t thinking about you”, you lie shamelessly.

Guren leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk, his chin propped on one hand.

“Liar.”

Your nails dig into your palms.

“Can we just get this over with, Sir?”

“Oh? In a hurry?”

His tone is maddeningly casual.

“Got somewhere better to be?”

“Yes. Anywhere that isn’t here.”

He chuckles, that deep, knowing sound that makes your stomach flip.

“You sure? Because I distinctly remember you not wanting to leave the last time we were this close.”

Heat rushes to your face, and you grit your teeth.

“I’m going to kill you.”

Guren tsk-tsks, feigning disappointment.

“Now, now. That’s no way to talk to your superior officer.”

“You are the absolute worst.”

“And yet,” he muses, tapping the pen against his lip, “you haven’t stopped thinking about that kiss.”

Your eye twitches.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t.”

Guren stands, rounding the desk in slow, deliberate steps, like a predator sizing up its prey. You force yourself to stand your ground, ignoring the way your pulse spikes as he comes to a stop in front of you, far too close for comfort.

“I wonder,” he murmurs, tilting his head as if considering something, “if I kissed you again, would you slap me again? Or would you just kiss me back?”

Your breath catches. Damn him. Damn him to hell.

You glare up at him, willing yourself to push past the tension, to find the upper hand, to regain control of the situation. But before you can say anything, Guren leans in just slightly, close enough that his breath fans against your cheek.

“Tell me,” he muses, “do you still feel it?”

Your entire body tenses.

“Feel what?”

His lips curve.

“Me.”

Your heart nearly slams out of your chest.

You need to leave. Now. Before you do something reckless. Before you give him another win.

Forcing yourself to take a step back, you straighten, lifting your chin.

“You’re delusional.”

Guren chuckles, but there’s something different in his expression now, something sharper, something that makes you feel like you’re playing right into his hands.

“We’ll see about that,” he murmurs.

“Sooner or later, you’ll admit it.”

You scoff.

“Admit what?”

He smiles, dark and knowing.

“That you want me just as much as I want you.”

Your throat goes dry.

Before you can frame a response, before you can throw some kind of insult his way, he steps back, exuding that same infuriating confidence, and gestures toward the reports on his desk.

“Now,” he continues, all business again, “let’s go over this mission.”

You hate him. Truly, deeply, absolutely hate him.

And yet, as you sit down across from him, struggling to focus on the damn report, you can’t stop the one undeniable truth clawing its way to the surface.

You can still feel him. And it haunts you until this silly little meeting is finally over.

The second you finish the last sentence of your report, he sends you away like the conversation before never really happened. No explanation, no discussion. Just a simple dismissal, as if the past few days, the tension, the kiss, the damn teasing, meant absolutely nothing.

It infuriates you to the core.

By the time you step into the shower, the rage boiling inside you is nearly unbearable. The hot water does nothing to soothe it, not even when your surroundings aren’t recognizable due to the fog. If anything, it only strengthens your frustration, washing away the filth and blood but doing nothing for the storm raging in your chest.

You scrub your skin harder than necessary, jaw clenched so tightly it aches. He didn’t even look at you when he gave the order. Just told you to report back, like you were some soldier to be commanded, not someone he had kissed like he was starving, someone he himself states he has feelings for.

Bastard.

The worst part? A part of you expected it. This is Guren Ichinose, after all - always one step ahead, always keeping you at arm’s length just when you think you’ve caught up. But it doesn’t make it any less irritating.

As the water runs over your shoulders, you replay the moment in his office, the way he leaned in, the way he spoke like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. And then he just-

You slam your fist against the shower wall, exhaling sharply. Enough. Thinking about him won’t change anything. If he wants to push you away, fine. You’re not going to sit around waiting for him to decide when you’re worth his attention. No, actually it should be him who aches for you.

You step out, wrapping a towel around yourself, still fuming as you make your way back to your room. You’re too wrapped up in your thoughts to sense the shift in the air, the presence lurking beyond the door.

Until it’s too late.

The moment you push the door open, you freeze.

Someone is sitting on the edge of your bed, one leg crossed over the other, his posture relaxed, almost casual - except for the unmistakable air of authority that clings to him like a second skin.

Kureto Hiragi.

Your blood runs cold, an ice cold shiver runs down your spine.

His dark eyes sweep over you, taking in your damp hair, your barely covered form, and the slight hitch in your breath before his lips curl into a slow, knowing smirk.

"Took your time," he muses, voice smooth as silk, dangerous as a blade.

"I was starting to think you wouldn’t show."

You tighten your grip on the towel, your muscles coiled, your mind racing.

Why the hell is he here?

He sits like he owns the place, one leg crossed over the other, fingers steepled together as he watches you with the cool detachment of a man who controls everything he touches. His uniform is crisp, not a thread out of place, his presence commanding even in stillness.

Your grip tightens on the towel wrapped around you, water still dripping from your damp hair onto the floor.

“What the hell are you doing in my room?”

Kureto doesn’t answer immediately. His sharp, calculating gaze sweeps over you, evaluating, noting the lack of armor, the vulnerability of your current state, but his expression remains unreadable.

“I was waiting.”

You straighten, forcing your voice into something firm, unaffected.

“For what?”

His lips barely curve into a smirk.

“For you.”

The way he says it makes irritation bristle beneath your skin. Kureto is not the kind of man who waits on anyone. If he’s here, in your private quarters, it’s because he has a purpose. And you’re not going to like it.

“For what reason?” you press, keeping your posture rigid, unyielding.

He leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Tell me,” he murmurs, tone deceptively light.

“Are you and Guren a couple now?”

Your heart stutters - but only for a second.

“What?”

His dark eyes remain locked onto yours, unwavering.

“It’s a simple question. I’m sure you can handle that much, Major (y/n).”

Your jaw clenches, the way he spits out for title almost making your guts turn.

“That’s none of your business.”

Kureto tilts his head, studying you with that same cool intensity that always makes people squirm.

“So that’s a no?”

“Obviously.”

You don’t know why you feel the need to say it so vehemently, but you do.

For a moment, Kureto says nothing. Then, slowly, he stands.

“You were always stubborn,” he muses, taking a measured step toward you.

“Always so determined to stand on your own.”

Your muscles tense, but you hold your ground as he closes the distance.

“I remember when you refused my help.”

 His voice is quieter now, but no less sharp.

“You wanted to achieve your dreams without my influence.”

He stops just shy of invading your space, though the air between you feels suffocating.

“I respected that.”

His gaze sharpens when he meets yours while he towers over you.

“But tell me, is Guren giving you what you want?”

Your stomach twists. Not because of the question itself, but because of the way he asks it. Because of the way it forces you to think about Guren in a way you don’t want to.

Your silence is answer enough.

Kureto exhales a quiet chuckle.

“Good,” he comments your silent answer, tilting his head.

“Because I’d hate to think you rejected me for your career, only to throw yourself at someone else.”

You don’t flinch, but something unsettles in your chest. Fuck, that’s what he’s referring to. When you first joined the Japanese imperial army, Kureto was the first who welcomed you. Did he see your potential, your unwavering urge to change the world, your abilities that already showed in the early stages of your training?

To this day, you have absolutely no idea what it was that draw his attention towards you. Fact is, that things between both of you started to get serious – too serious for your liking.

You dumped him for your career. A grave mistake?

His fingers brush against your arm, light, barely a touch, but enough to send a warning.

“If he ever crosses a line, you come to me. I’ll handle it.”

Your throat tightens. Maybe.

“I don’t need you to handle anything for me. Just like I told you back then”

Kureto’s smirk returns, but this time, it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Of course not.”

He turns, walking toward the door. But before he steps out, he pauses - just enough to let his last words settle like ice in your veins.

“Just don’t play games with me, either.”

And then he’s gone.

You remain standing there, pulse unsteady, the room still carrying the weight of his presence.

As much as you hate to admit it, you know he meant every word.

And worse?

You know he’s watching. That both of them are watching.

[carleycore]

anime men who are the definition of:

“wear what you want, i know how to fight.”

IWAZUMI, chuuya, E R E N, Mikey, MIGUEL, Natsu, Laxus, Bakugo, Shinsou, Levi, Jean, Oda, Atsumu & Osamu, Ban, KARMA (he’d start the fight tbh) Akutagawa, Suna, Guren, Yami, & Asta (but who knows if he’ll win)

[kromeihl]

YOU GUYS KNOW THAT TIKTOK TREND WHERE YOU LOOK AT YOUR PARTNER WEIRDLY WHILE YOU ASK THEM A QUESTION SO THEY COULD TELL THE AUDIENCE SOMETHING?

Imagine you ask your partner to tell them how you both met. As the timer goes off they start talking while you smile at them weirdly from time to time, every time they look at you, you dismiss it, making them think they’re just seeing things.

They caught up to your act and put a hand on your face, making you look at them, they kiss you surprisingly and continued on with the story, you paused there, frozen like a statue.

The comments would be them wanting to kill themselves because they’re single af.

[kleftiko]

a type ??? no . . . don’t think i have one . . .

[urdgealesisbaby]

Hi !! I got a new idea (what a surprise!! Right?) It's about the quiet shy reader but guys (Guren,Kureto,Crowley and Shinya) find out she is touch starved.

🥰 Thank you beforehand as always 🥰

Hello! Sure thing! I'm sorry I haven't done your requests in a while!

Guren Ichinose,Kureto Hiiragi,Crowley Eusford and Shinya Hiiragi finding out their s/o is touch starved

Guren Ichinose

-would probably brush it off like he doesn't care

-like yeah you're all that shy and he knows it too better that the shy ones are tipically touch starved

-he likes it when you beg for his attention,so unless you really want something from him,he isn't going to give in so easily

-would laugh a bit at your condition at being touch starved

-like what do you mean? the most shy person he's ever met is wanting some touching attention?

Kureto Hiiragi

-he is probably the type to make fun of you but deep inside he is kinda touch starved to

-all those meetings,those tasks,heck,all the work that needs to be done at the JIDA is very exhausting for him

-after all,he is the leader of the company so he can't accept failure especially coming from his side

-once he notices that you both are touch starved,he starts to make the first move(which he really does everytime in your relationship)

-he is kinda surprised to see that his sweet shy s/o is as touch starved as he is or even more touch starved

-he puts you in his arms,slowly but surely carressing your every body part

-loves these moments where he can be much more that the Hiiragi head

Crowley Eusford

-enjoys it almost too much

-a teasing guy and I must say VERY teasing

-would touch you in your sensitive parts just to tease you more

-you practically are a mess whenever he touches you

-even if it's just massaging your head or even kissing your sweet hands,he drives you even crazier

-will make you sit on his lap just for him to enjoy your cute all red face

-being all shy and flustered while he is touching you drives him insane too,he just loves for that look on your face and all your facial expressions

-being shy only brings him more enjoyment from what he's doing to you

-though he has his limits,if he sees that you can't take much more teasing then he will stop the teasing and 'get to work'

-you can view that 'get to work' however you want to:)

Shinya Hiiragi

-Shinya is just a sweet person in general,I can't imagine him being waaaay to teasing or anything that would annoy you

-I mean of course he could tease you for being that touch starved,but not in a Crowley way

-so don't panick,he is just very sweet

-is his precious angel carving some attention?

-cuddling time is ready,the bedsheets are all clean for a movie time

-kissing is just the start

-would kiss you all over your body and whenever he kisses a new spot he would go just like "mwah"

-he is so precious please touch him too,he's probably too shy to also say that to you

-He is really the master of affection,he knows so well how to please his darling and how to make them feel their best moments whenever he touches them

Thank you for your request so much!!

[maxineryx]

Hiiii I was just wondering if you would be able to write something angsty for Guren? I just started watching seraph and that man has me in a chokehold.

hiiii!! thank you so much for requesting this! i’ve actually wanted to write something for Guren since FOREVER but i never had the motivation. but here it is, hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: blood, death

WC: 1.2K

The soft sound of Guren’s footsteps echoed throughout the ruins of a past city, a past city that was abandoned yet peaceful before a terrible battle arose.

Now it was quiet again, though it was anything but peaceful, as a tense and dreadful feeling hung thick in the air.

Dust and smoke blocked Guren from seeing anything, however, he already knew that most of his soldiers were dead. It wasn’t too late to just turn around and walk away. So why was he still walking forward?

That was because there was a specific soldier he needed to see alive. There was still a fragment of foolish hope that somehow, somehow, you were spared, just lost somewhere in the thick dust and smoke.

If you were dead, Guren would never forgive himself. After all, it was he who charged his soldiers into war, to their deaths. This outcome was very much expected.

As he traversed through the depressing land, through broken debris and body parts, he recalled his last (which he hoped wasn’t) conversation with you.

“You are not going. That’s an order from your superior.” He demanded, back towards you as he reached for his office door, about to leave.

“But why?! Why are you doing this?! These soldiers have friends, perhaps family! Don’t you see how you’re just pointlessly forcing them to their deaths?” You questioned, fists clenched and anger pooling out of your eyes in the form of tears. His hand froze before it dropped to his side. He hastily turned around, brows furrowed and teeth clenched. You searched his eyes for any sign of regret or remorse, though you were met with none. The look in his eyes was harsh, furious, and judgemental. This wasn’t your lover looking at you. It was a superior, nothing more than a person who just gives you orders.

“I will not be telling you. That’s disclosed information. The only thing you should be worrying about is following my order of ‘you are not going’. Don’t make me repeat myself.” A hint of venom was in his voice as he stared down at you.

You shook your head, disbelief in your eyes. “You’re just playing around with them like they’re your puppets. What makes me so different from them? If they go, surely I should be too?”

“No. You are not fucking going. These soldiers have skill, a chance in defeating the vampires, a chance of making it out alive.”

Your heart was racing, and you could feel the pure anger coursing through your veins as you looked up at him. “What are you trying to say?” Came through clenched teeth.

It was as if your heart dropped when a small smirk grew on his lips. It was a faint one, yet it caused you so much hurt that you debated whether or not to just obey him and leave.

“You’re useless and weak. You being there would be a waste of air. A good cursed weapon was wasted on you, and you would just drag them down if you go.”

You lowered your gaze, though not in defeat. Slowly, you walked in his direction, barging past him. Only his head turned sideways to see what you were doing. Your hand reached with a slight tremble for the doorknob, stopping before you opened it.

“I don’t know you anymore, Lieutenant Colonel. I apologize, but I’m unable to follow your order.” 

And he let you leave without another word, huffing when the door shut with a soft click.

If only he had said another word. Or perhaps if he hadn’t told you at all about the plan, he wouldn’t be discovering a shocking scene unveiling in front of him.

It was an irregular line of cloaks that the vampires wore. Something, or someone, had killed them all in one go.

Guren cautiously picked one up and examined it; it was covered in dust and grime, as well as a speck of blood. He looked closer at it.

It’s fresh. He noticed before dropping the cloak.

He decided to follow the line, squinting his eyes and looking around for any signs of life, for any signs of you.

That’s when it came to an end, and he was met again with an endless sea of dust and smoke.

Suddenly, his head perked up at the sound of a faint and weak cough. His head whipped around in the direction of it, eyes widening at your small and battered body that was sitting up against a broken wall.

Guren’s legs moved by themselves, and in a quick second, he was already by your side. His hands moved everywhere but were pulled back immediately after seeing you grimace your face at the pain. He sat on his knees, pulling you onto his lap so you were more comfortable.

“Hey.” He whispered though it was so faint that perhaps you weren't able to hear it. His trembling hands held you close to his warm body. “Hey, can you hear me?”

Your eyes looked around before focusing on his face. There was no sign of happiness or anything positive; just pure pain and hopelessness. “Lieutenant… Co—“

“Guren.” He interrupted you, bottom lip quivering. “I’m still your Guren.”

You let out a long sigh, looking away from his eyes. Looking over to the direction of the line of cloaks, your weak and trembling hand pointed. “I did… that, Guren. I-I’m not… weak. I killed them all in… one go.”

He held you closer, hand supporting the back of your head. “Shhh, I-I know you did. Don’t talk. You— just don’t talk.” He was breathing heavily, unaware of what to do next.

“I will die here. I a-already lost too much blood.”

Guren’s eyes travelled down to your abdomen, where a huge hole resided in your body, your skin and clothes surrounding it covered in the crimson liquid that made his skin crawl.

“Oh, fuck!” He pushed his hand onto the wound to apply pressure, though deep down he knew you were right. You had lost too much blood. It was too late. He came too late. “Don’t die on me! Hold on! Please!” He begged tears slowly forming in his eyes. “I’m so fucking sorry… I didn’t mean— I didn’t mean what I said last night.”

It started to rain.

“Guren.” You said softly.

“I was just trying to stop you from going… I didn’t mean it!” He clenched his teeth and curled his fingers into fists, furious at himself for letting you go like this, and now you would die as a consequence.

“Guren!” It was a little louder, able to stop him from his mindless babbling. You raised your hand with all your strength and held his face. He leaned into your touch.

“I know y-you didn’t mean it. It’s fine… at least I have proved myself worthy of being in the… army.” You whispered, smiling faintly. Suddenly, you started coughing, blood trickling down your chin.

“Don’t talk. Please.” He squeezed the hand that held his face.

“I love you.” You said breathlessly, so soft that it could have been mistaken as a mere breeze.

A smile made it onto your face before you took your last breath, exhaling it. Your eyes lost their colour and discarded any emotion lying within them.

Guren already knew you were gone.

But his foolish hope clung onto him.

He shook you once. Twice. Thrice. Your name left his lips. Tears fell endlessly for his face as he dipped his head, bangs covering his watery eyes. His hand by his face fell, and so did yours, flopping to your side.

Guren has never cried because of a singular soldier's death.

Now he has.

And it was all his fault.

[yourimaginationrealm]

Part 2

To Part 1:

Finally, I finished part two! I hope you like it liked the first one! I just did not anymore head canons: I wrote scenarios. Or written out head canons.! Still, hope you like it.

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@ani-girl (Because you wanted more xD)

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Shinya is defintily the cool uncle who always teases you and Guren. He is absolutely supportive of you two what means having literally million of photos from you like a family. So, whenever Guren acts all cool, he likes to break the ice and embarrass Guren with some real Dad pictures.

"Ahhhh! Look here. You are looking like a real father of Yuu!" " There! You could mean that you two are married and Yu is your real son!" "Remember when you smiled warmly at them..."

Yes, Shinya is a real pain in the ass for Guren. More likely, he loves to make him jealous. Sometimes, you have missions with other soldiers and Shinya takes pictures of you with other persons in very misleading positions.... "Wow, the new partner of Y/N looks really amazing, don't you think...?" " Aren't they a perfect team? They understand each other without words."

Guren never shows jealously, but somehow he is very curious with who you work. And likes to talk them down....

Before Yuu enters your life, you knew Guren as a high ranking soldier who is arrogant. You thought, he is an ass. Both of you, worked already together when you meet Yuu the first time in the cold. You respected Guren as a strong soldier and listen to his commands. Without Yuu, you would never become so close to this man. Like a magnet or a red thread, you always drawn back to him or he is to you. Moreover, Yuu symbolize the red thread. Of course, this means you two start to worry for each other. Of course, you kinda get that Guren has a soft spot.

You were ready to sacrifice yourself for the sake of humanity. At least, you were ready. The mission could fail without finding someone, playing the decoy yet nobody signed up freely. You sighed and walked to the center of the group. You explained your plan and how you distract the nobles for their safety. You gulped down your own knot in your throat. And definitely, not thinking about Yuu.

"ARE YOU INSANE?!" The voice sounded raspy and pitched high at some vocals. You head flew towards the said man. "That is never gonna happened and the stupidest plan I ever heard. We get here out together!" Guren yells at you like he wants to make his point clear. "Then, tell us, how are we making it out alive without sacrificing one...?" You were angry that he screamed unnecessarily at you and start provoking him more. In the end, Shinya helped Guren with a plan to get you out alive so you both survived.

It was reckless for Yuu to intervene with a noble vampire yet he saved you and Guren. Somehow, you killed the Noble as a team. In the end, Guren pats Yuus head with side comment. „Reckless but you did well!“

"I am proud of you, Yuu! Amazing Job!" The boy could not feel more proud, energetic and loved.

The fight between Guren and Mika is stopped by you. You recognise the old friend Yuu has always talked about.

“What the hell? Get out of my way, Y/N!”

“No, Guren! Don’t you see it ? It’s Mika !”

“Yes, all I see, is a Vampire!”

Mika was ready to lunge at you when he overheard a particular name….

“Yes, a Vampire yet Yuus old friend Mika!”

Mika: “Yuu?”

Guren: “Come on, he is changed and a blood sucker!”

“Still his friend and family!”

You are the only person who can stop Guren. He sinks his sword and scoffs at your attempt.

"Thank you, Guren!" You said with a slight smile.

Yuu knows that he can trust you and such actions brought more and more bond towards you. After all, you and Guren belong to his family.

Yuu loves you with all his heart. Wherever he sees you, he has to smile and talk to you. He appreciates how nice, strong, independent, pretty, warm, motherly you are and definitely can kick Gurens ass. He knows that he can be a bit arrogant too or too motivated to fight vampires but you regularly get to him when you say: "You have that from him! Don't imitate Guren so much!" Yuu deny this fact with all he can. "I am not like him!" "You are..:" "Never...!" "You totally do..:!" "Do not!" You bicker a bit until you pat his head lovingly which makes him stop and enjoys your touching. You smile warmly at him and just say he should behave now. Of course, he listens to you. In emotional moments, you hug him without a warning. He needs it and just let his body rest on yours. There are more moments than he can count, he would love just to say 'I love you, mom' and often almost had this word on his tongue.

Later, when Yuu joins the Japanese Imperial army, you start to be the stressed out person. You worry too much even though you look like to him the chillest person. After he got injured real bad, you killed the vampire who hurt him and stood at his side on the bed for hours until he wakes up with teary eyes and still your weapon in your hands. Still dizzy, he slipped the ma word without realizing it as he sees you. "Mom...?" You caress his cheek and mumble a soft: "Yes, mom is here, dear." A few tears slipped from your eyes.

The time were you couldn't save Guren and he was dragged away by a Noble. You don't know why you felt like shit. But he sends you a gaze that you should leave. You both know that Yuu would freak out and wants to save you both if you fail. So you should retreat and calm Yuu down.

Before you left him, you delivered Guren your threat that you kill him again if he dies before you save him. He just lies on the floor with a painful smirk. "I guess that is my only fear..."

Of course, Yuu was furious yet you talked some sense to him. Walking with Yuu alone home, if gives you a feeling how single mothers have to feel. However, this showed you how important this idiot became to you.

Yes, Yuu is a big fan of your fighting style. He loves to brag about you in front of his friends. Sometimes, he tries to imitate you but Shinoa lost it as shakes hair for the hairflip.

„You are such a mamasboy!“

„Did you see her ? How she got very vampire?! Cool, right?“

Of course his male friends were impressed, too. They are your own little Fanclub. Congratulations.

Sometimes, you overhear Guren talking about you in front of Yuu… More like :

“Well, she is a good archer but she lacks sharpness in a fight. She is too emotional and diverted…”

“What did you just say about me?”

Every time, both gained a heart attack!

“Who saved your ass last time from the vampire chick before she could sank her teeth in your-!?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! No need to speak out details! That was close I know!”

Yuu loves when you two bicker and laughs heartily. He knows you two show affection by teasing each other.

“Don’t laugh! It happened only this time!”

“Only this time?! I believe Shinya has a whole album of How Y/N saves Guren from silly situations. "

"From what does he not have an album..." The colonel groans.

[slayseley5e]

If Seraph of the end Characters have insta Who would yall definitely follow!

[yandere-romanticaa]

"You know..." he trailed off, his voice gruff but cool. Two fingers danced across the countertop as you chopped the potatoes sloppily, as you were still not quite adept with handling a knife.

He continues. "... You would be a really nagging wife, did anyone ever tell you that?"

A scoff escapes you but even so, you chop. It's a little hard trying to focus on cooking all the while this idiot keeps trying to rile you up like crazy. Why was he even here, who even invited him? Yeah, he was popular around town and it wasn't uncommon for him to hop from place to place, regardless of what it may be. Be it someone's house, a bar, a club, a gaming center, it honestly didn't matter.

It just freaked you out how he was slowly morphing into the shadow you never wished to have.

"Is that so?" You ask him sarcastically, your face schooled into an unreadable expression. The smell of delicious spices enveloped the whole kitchen and it made you even hungrier. You were going to kill your friend for allowing this god awful fiend inside here. Refusing to turn to him, you still probed him.

"Don't marry me then, I never asked for your opinion to begin with."

He's stunned for a millisecond before regaining his composure, a booming laugh soon reverberated across the entire room. He clutched his chest a little, as if you had just told him the funniest joke in the whole wide world.

In a way, it was.

He, despite his bravado, wouldn't mind having such crummy a wife by his side.

He was living the good life and nothing could stop him. But there was just something about you, something that would always make him take a step back and think. It was so cute how you were trying to concentrate on making a tasty meal for himself, of course he was going to steal a little later.

He adored your cooking, even if it could get sloppy at times.

The "you'd be a bad/annoying/nagging wife" thing started off as something to humor him, and to piss you off naturally. Nothing brought him greater satisfaction than to see a scowl on your face and just straight up ruin your day. It was exhilarating to watch the light in your eyes crumble the moment he took a breath of air which came from your direction, let alone actually come to you.

It didn't hit him that he was actively interested in you.

He never even realized just how many of your dumb little habits he had picked up on, just how many times he had to stop himself from doing more than he already did because he didn't want to give you the wrong idea.

He doesn't like you, he thinks you're a fool. Plain and simple, just like that.

It doesn't matter that his heart beats so much faster at the mere thought of you, it doesn't matter that he started to fantasize how you would look like if you were his actual wife.... To come home to you, in your soft embrace as a meal was ready for him...

No matter. He'll trick, tease and steal from you as much as he possibly can.

🎀 Gilgamesh (Fate), Bakugo Katsuki, Dabi, Hawks (BNHA), Gojo Satoru (JJK), Guren Ichinose (Seraph of the End), Ayato Sakamaki, Laito Sakamaki (Diabolik Lovers), Satori Tendo (Haikyuu!), Aalto (Wuthering Waves)

[almostshinymiracle]

So good.

Cruel Remembrance

@sassysaxsolo enjoy

[ponderingmoonlight]

one stolen kiss pt. 1

Pairing: Guren x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,2k

Synopsis: You hated him since the day you were born. How he always outshines you, how he somehow still moves you. You desperately hold onto your values until Guren himself decides to break the tension

Warnings: my new hyperfixation y'all, enemies to romantic enemies lol, reader is a weak but a baddie at the same time, a little violence, a lot of heat

Let me know if y'all are open for even more Guren content hehe

Part 2: Click here

The battlefield is littered with the bodies of fallen vampires, the scent of blood thick in the air. You grip your sword, chest heaving, adrenaline still rushing like a waterfall through your veins.

Another mission complete. Another victory. And, as always, Guren Ichinose stands across from you, his blade gleaming with fresh crimson, the smirk on his lips infuriating. 

"You were sloppy," he comments, sheathing his sword with an irritating sense of ease. 

"If I hadn’t stepped in-" 

"I had it under control," you snap, wiping a smear of blood from your cheek. 

It’s always like this: fighting side by side, matching each other strike for strike, skill for skill. But Guren always manages to be just a step ahead, a fraction faster, a fraction sharper.

It drives you insane. To be exact, it does since you were kids. Why is he always one step ahead? How did this jerk manage to get the position of Lieutenant Colonel while you’re a Major? 

"Sure you did," he muses, stepping closer, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. 

"That’s why you almost got skewered." 

Your jaw tightens, blood boiling up in an instant like it always does when he puts on that half-hearted grin dripping in confidence. 

"And yet, I’m still standing." 

His smirk deepens, the kind that makes you want to wring his neck like a cleaning rag. 

"Barely." 

It takes everything in you not to smack him the way he deserves it. Instead, you turn on your heel, intent on walking away before you do something reckless and risk getting into trouble again. But then- 

His hand shoots out, catching your wrist. You barely have a second to react before he yanks you toward him. The motion is sudden, forceful, and before you know it, you’re chest to chest, the heat of the battle still simmering between you while the touch of his naked skin seems to burn your senses alive. 

Your breath catches. Fuck, he was never this close. 

"What the hell, Guren?" 

"Do you ever shut up?" he murmurs, his voice lower now, rougher. 

His fingers tighten just slightly around your wrist, his presence overwhelming. Your pulse spikes when his gaze flickers down to your lips, and you swear the bastard is doing it on purpose, just to get a reaction. Is this a game? A test, maybe? 

"You wouldn’t dare," you whisper, voice edged with warning. 

Guren chuckles - low, knowing. 

"Wouldn’t I?" 

And then he moves. 

His lips crash against yours, stealing your breath, your words, everything. It’s not soft. It’s not gentle. It’s the climax of every heated argument, every near-death moment, every challenge thrown between you.

His grip slides to the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer as his other hand fists in your bloodstained uniform. 

You don’t fight it. You should - because this is Guren, your infuriating rival since childhood, the man who always stays one step ahead of you. But instead, you match him, pushing back just as fiercely, your hands curling into his jacket, refusing to let him have all the control. 

Guren's lips move against yours with a irritating mix of confidence and hunger, like he’s been waiting for this, waiting to steal something from you that you didn’t even realize was his for the taking.

His hand tightens in your hair, twisting your head just right as he deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours with a heat that sends sparks down your spine and straight into your core. 

You should shove him away. You should say something cutting, throw another challenge at him. Because that’s what you do, that’s what you’ve always done.

But your body betrays you, pressing against his like you can’t get enough, like the tension that’s always burned between you has finally exploded into something impossible to contain. 

His fingers slip from your wrist, gliding down your side, dragging along the curve of your waist with deliberate slowness. It sends a shiver through you, and you hate that he feels it, that he knows exactly what he’s doing.

His smirk against your lips tells you he enjoys this - being the one to loosen you, to prove that maybe, just maybe, he’s always been a step ahead in this, too. 

Bastard. 

You bite his bottom lip, just enough to make him grunt in surprise, and when he pulls back slightly, his breath ragged, you don’t miss the way his pupils darken, his usual cocky composure slipping. 

"Still think I’m sloppy?" you murmur, voice breathless but sharp, challenging. 

Guren’s grip on your waist tightens. 

"You’re a damn handful," he mutters, before crashing his lips back against yours, hungrier this time, rougher. 

The world around you fades. The bloodied battlefield, the lingering scent of death, the scent of burnt flesh that still hangs in the air. Right now, it’s just him, just the heat of his body against yours, the way his hands roam like he’s memorizing you, like he needs this as much as you do. 

The heat is intoxicating, the taste of him lingering on your lips as Guren moves against you, all confidence and control. His fingers dig into your waist, pulling you closer, like he’s daring you to lose yourself completely.

And for a moment, just a moment, you do. 

But then reality crashes down like a cold wave right into your face. The battlefield. The blood. The fact that this is Guren Ichinose, your rival, your infuriating thorn in the side, the man who’s always one step ahead.

And worst of all? The smug bastard knows he’s just won this fight too. 

Your senses snap back into place. With a sharp inhale, you tear yourself away from him, your lips tingling, your chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Guren barely has time to register the loss of contact before- 

SLAP. 

Your palm meets his cheek in a sharp, resounding crack that echoes in the silent battlefield. 

His head tilts slightly with the impact, but when he turns back to you, your stomach twists -not with guilt, but with frustration. 

Because there he is, standing with that same insufferable smirk, his cheek reddening, but his dark eyes glinting with amusement. And then, to make it worse - he chuckles.��Low, deep, utterly frustrating. 

"You hit like a damn truck," he muses, rubbing his jaw. 

Your fists clench. 

"You kissed me." 

His grin widens. 

"And you kissed me back." 

Your face burns. In annoyance, in shame? Definitely both. 

"Temporary insanity." 

Guren hums like he’s unconvinced, stepping forward just enough to invade your space again. His voice drops lower, teasing but laced with something else, something that makes your stomach flip all over again. 

"You know," he murmurs, "this isn’t the last time." 

Your breath hitches. 

Guren smirks, eyes flicking to your lips one last time before he turns, walking away like he hasn’t just left you standing there, pulse racing, mind spinning, body betraying you all over again. 

You glare daggers at his fading broad back, ignoring the way your fingers still tingle from his touch. 

Damn him. 

Damn yourself. 

Because deep down, you know he’s right. 

This isn’t the last time. 

And that might just be the most dangerous part of all.

[aneeqa123]

Guren- Teacher's Pet

inspired by the song : teacher's pet by melaine martinez

character is guren ichinose  from the anime seraph of the end 

pretty weird shit read at your own risk. you have been warned. 

The classroom buzzed with the energy of dismissal, but your ears were tuned only to the sound of your own heart, a frantic drumbeat against your ribs.  Guren, your teacher, had always been an enigma, a handsome figure who seemed to exist in a world beyond the mundane.  He was rarely present, his classes often filled with substitute teachers, leaving you with a yearning for his presence.  But lately, that had changed.  He was there, more often, his gaze lingering on you, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

Was it your imagination?  Was he noticing you?  The thought was both thrilling and terrifying.  You were a good student, once, but lately, your grades had slipped, your focus wavering under the weight of you recently being bullied.  The stress had been overwhelming, and you found yourself drawn to Guren's presence, his quiet intensity, his captivating aura.  You knew it was wrong, a forbidden attraction, yet you couldn't help but feel a pull towards him, a longing that was both confusing and undeniable.

"Class dismissed, oh and miss Y/n, please stay behind," Guren said, his voice a gentle command that sent a jolt of electricity through your body.

The other students filed out, leaving you alone with your teacher.  Your heart pounded in your chest, a frantic drumbeat against your ribs.

"Yes, sir," you said, your voice barely a whisper.  You walked towards the front of the classroom, your steps heavy with anticipation.

"Just call me Guren when no one is around," he said, his gaze fixed on the papers you'd handed in earlier that day.

"But why, sir?" you asked, your voice laced with confusion.

"Just do as you're told, Y/n.  I am your teacher, after all," he said, setting your papers aside.

"Okay..." you stuttered, your heart racing.

"Your grades aren't that impressive," he said, his voice laced with concern. "Anything bothering you lately?  You used to be such a good student.  I'm seriously concerned."

He stood up, his towering presence filling the room.  You looked down at your feet, unable to meet his gaze.  "My parents divorced recently, sir, I mean Guren," you confessed, your voice barely a whisper. "It's been a lot for me."

"That must have been hard for you," he said, his voice softening. "Need a hug?"

You thought you were hearing things.  A hug?  From your teacher?  "But sir," you stammered, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"There's no need to be shy," he said, his eyes filled with a warmth that sent a shiver down your spine. "It's not like I have a wife or anything."

Your heart pounded in your chest, a frantic rhythm against your ribs.  "Sure," you said, your voice barely a whisper.

He reached out, his arms enveloping you in a warm embrace.  It was like you were in a movie, a scene straight out of a forbidden romance.  It felt surreal, but you knew deep down that this was wrong.

"You really are a special girl, Y/n," he said, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "You were always my favorite.  That's why I was worried for you."

Your heart fluttered at his words.  If only he knew how you felt, how you longed for him, how you dreamt of him.

"Oi, Guren," a voice interrupted the moment.  You pulled back, your heart sinking.  It was Yu, your classmate, bursting into the room.

"What do you want now, kid?" Guren asked, his voice laced with annoyance.

"Shinoa is calling you.  Something happened," Yu said, his words a harsh reminder of reality.

You were so close to telling him, to confessing your feelings, but the words caught in your throat.  Ugh.

"Well, then I'll be off," Guren said, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before turning to Yu. "See you tomorrow, Y/n.  Please take care of yourself."

He left, leaving you alone in the empty classroom.  Your heart ached with a longing that was both exhilarating and terrifying.  Don't leave me here, you thought, your voice a silent plea in the empty room.

You were caught in a whirlwind of emotions, a forbidden love that was both intoxicating and dangerous.  You knew you had to pull yourself back, to focus on your studies, to keep your distance.  But the memory of his touch, the warmth of his embrace, lingered, a haunting reminder of the impossible feelings that had taken root in your heart.

The night stretched on, but sleep eluded me.  Guren's words echoed in my mind, his concern, his warmth, his touch.  I'd told him a lie, a desperate attempt to explain my failing grades, my distracted mind.  My parents hadn't divorced, but the truth was even more painful, more shameful.  I was being bullied, relentlessly targeted by a group of girls who saw my quiet nature as weakness.  Their taunts, their threats, their physical attacks had left me shattered, my confidence shattered, my grades plummeting.

The next day, Guren confronted me.  He saw through my facade, his eyes sharp and penetrating.  "Y/n," he said, his voice laced with concern, "I know you're not telling me the truth.  What's really going on?"

I couldn't meet his gaze.  The shame was a heavy weight on my chest, a suffocating burden.  "It's nothing," I mumbled, my voice barely a whisper.

"Don't lie to me," he said, his voice firm but gentle.  "I can see the fear in your eyes, the pain in your posture.  What's happening, Y/n?"

The words tumbled out, a torrent of confession.  I told him about the bullying, the constant harassment, the fear that had become my constant companion.  As I spoke, my sleeve slipped, revealing the scars that marred my arm, a testament to my self-harm, a desperate attempt to cope with the pain.

Guren's face hardened, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and sorrow.  He pulled me into a hug, his embrace a safe haven from the storm of my emotions.  "It's okay, Y/n," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to my wounded soul. "You're not alone.  I'm here for you."

He promised to help, to protect me, to make things right.  He knew the bullies, their families, their weaknesses.  He was a powerful man, a force to be reckoned with, and he vowed to make them pay for their cruelty.

But as the days turned into weeks, a different kind of understanding blossomed between us.  Guren saw me, truly saw me, beyond the facade of my lies.  He saw my pain, my vulnerability, my strength.  And I, in turn, saw him, not just as my teacher, but as a man who was as kind as he was powerful, as gentle as he was fierce.

Our bond deepened, a forbidden love that defied logic and reason.  He was my teacher, yes, but he was also my confidante, my protector, my solace.  And I, in turn, was his student, his muse, his reason for hope.

One day, Guren told me he was leaving, that he was moving to another country, a place where he could start anew, a place where he could finally be free.  He offered me a choice, a chance to join him, to escape the pain and the shadows of the past.

My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and excitement.  This was a chance, a dream, an impossible dream.  But as I looked into Guren's eyes, I saw a reflection of my own longing, a shared desire for a future where we could be together, free from the constraints of society, free from the judgment of others.

"Let's go," I said, my voice barely a whisper.  "Let's start over."

And so we did.  We left everything behind, the pain, the fear, the shadows of the past.  We started anew, in a foreign land, where we could be ourselves, where we could love each other without fear or judgment.

We built a life together, filled with laughter, love, and a shared passion for a world beyond the ordinary.  We were a testament to the power of love, a love that defied logic and reason, a love that had the power to heal even the deepest wounds.

And as the years passed, we found our happiness, our peace, our forever.  It was a love story that was both impossible and inevitable, a testament to the enduring power of the human heart.

xx aneeqa

[cosmic-cupidsss]

recents —➤ sorry nothing here yet :(

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ — each fix is labeled with a genre tag or warning; fluff, angst, mature, comedic, suggestive, etc…

mikaela hyakuya | yoichi saotome

guren ichinose | yūichirō hyakuya

shinoa hiragi | various | .etc

—SERIES

sorry there’s nothing here yet :(…

COSMICCUPIDSSS | 2024 ©️

[urdgealesisbaby]

Hi! Can you please write some headcanons for Ferid, Guren, Lacus and Mika on what their kinks would be or how they would be in bed? Thank you

Hello and sure thing!

(Keep in mind that I don't like to do extreme kinda stuff and I am not comfortable with extreme kinks so they won't be present here)

WARNING: NSFW THEMES! MINORS DNI!

Ferid Bathory,Guren Ichinose,Lacus Welt and Mikaela Hyakuya kinks and how they are in bed

Ferid Bathory

-definetely whimpers in bed and no one can change my mind.

-Though he whimpers from the dom's perspective and so his whimpers aren't cute and soft ones but they are a combo of harsh and cute sounds that you can hear from someone's mouth.

-he's very experienced,no matter how much I wanna deny it,he has experiences with both men and women

-so be prepared for what he's going to give you.

-DEFINETELY something unholy happened between him and Crowley.I'm sorry but someone had to say it.

-his kinks would include: discipline,dominance,foot fetish(I'm sorry),interrogation play and role play.

Guren Ichinose

-isn't really a big fan of ropes and stuff

-he is kinda vanilla but he does have some specific kinks.

-he doesn't like violence in bed such as spanking or anything of that kind

-he likes to be a dom but honestly if you are willing to take the lead and make a submissive guy out of him he'll completely agree with you.

-likes to be pegged by you and when you do it be sure to make it rough on him.He'll never be rough on you tough.

-his kinks would include: knismolagnia(tickling fetish),dominance,pegging and masochism.

Lacus Welt

-a dominant fucker.

-he likes to be in control,to be your master,to be the one that pleasures you

-likes for you to just lay down and get pleasure from him and that's it

-this man lives for your facial expressions

-he likes to see you all red in the face,being shy for what he's doing to you,but at the same time wanting more pleasure from him

-he likes to fuck you in front of his big mirror just so he can see how well you take his dick

-his kinks would include:dominance,discipline,role play,sensation play,mirror play,teasing and wax play.

Mikaela Hyakuya

-he likes to offer you the greates time of your life,like seriously

-he's such and affectionate lover and it's almost like he doesn't wanna touch you,his darling,because he's afraid he might break you.

-give this man a break in the story please

-anyways he usually is the one who's submissive in bed,he likes all of the sensations that you put him through and would let you do almost anything to him as long as it pleasures you too

-a very careful lover

-he's giving you kisses and praises like crazy and oh gosh he does love getting praised by his lover too

-such a sweet vampire being that he goes so slow he almost is teasing you without him knowing that he's teasing you.

-his kinks would include:sensation play,blindfold sex(though he's the one getting blindfolded),praise,pegging and mirror play.

Thank you for your request and I hope you liked these little headcanons that i made!

[yuuchan2294]

𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎 ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊－𝒢𝓊𝓇ℯ𝓃 𝒳 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇❤︎︎

“You have a new crush. Again.” Guren sounded bummed “Yes I do! He’s literally amazing!” “Uhg.. every guy you like just breaks your heart……” “But I have a feeling he’s the one for me!” Guren stood to his feet “Well I’m assuming that’s a secret.” “Yup! I wonder if I’ll run into him on the way home.” “You and your fantasies.” The next day.. you heard the guy saying how terrible you looked compared to another girl.

Reader POV

As my tears shed I ran home it started to pour,just like my tears. I ran and I slipped and was about to fall, but just then, someone caught me. It was Guren. “(Y/N), are you ok!” He looked at my teary face then I said “He was comparing me to another girl, behind my back.” My tears fell more and more and more. I felt terrible. “ Guren, what’s so bad about me? What did I ever do.” “(Y/N), nothing you’re beautiful and amazing, I’m honored I am even here with you and you’re my best friend but……I want to be more than that.” “You know Guren..” I said as he wiped my tears. “Yes?” “I’ve wanted that too.” “(Y/N), you are the only one for me.” As he finished his sentence he leaned in close to me and we kissed. As we pulled away, I looked in Guren’s eyes and said “ You are the only one for me too.”

꧁𝒯𝒽ℯ ℰ𝓃𝒹꧂

[a-araiguma-a]

He loved only her

No one in particular, just an elf from the universe of J. R. R. Tolkien. Elf x f!reader

In the ancient forests of Middle-earth, where tall trees concealed the sky, there lived an elf. His people were as eternal as the forest itself, and their hearts were rarely clouded by mortal emotions. But one day, he met a woman—a simple, human, mortal woman. There was something about her that made his heart beat faster: her beauty, which could neither be captured by the finest poets nor sung by the greatest musicians, her mind, so unlike that of other humans, filled with thoughts, ideas, and philosophy, or her eyes, in which one could drown if they gazed too long. It was something he could not understand, but this only made his love grow deeper.

"Cormamin lindua ele lle"—he always wanted to tell her that his heart sang at the sight of her, but it was not the right time, not yet. From the moment of their first meeting, he sought her out and waited for her in this forest every day when the sun's rays gently touched the ground, filtering through the thick foliage.

She told him about her world, about the brief lives of humans, about how they lived and died, dreaming and suffering.

"Lle naa vanima,"—he blurted out one day, not even realizing when he had said it: "You are beautiful." "What did you say?"—fortunately, she didn't understand his words, and that saddened him. It was not enough for him to meet her in the evenings; he longed to extend their conversations, to stretch them out for an hour, two, or forever. He listened to her stories, captivated not by the words themselves but by how her voice filled the emptiness in his soul. Without her, he would never have known the need to fill it.

"Tua amin!"—But did he need help? Did he need to be saved from her? Honestly, no, he was ready to drown in her eyes, ready to die if only to meet her once more. He was ready for anything...

But the Elf did not know how to tell her about his feelings. He understood that the time she gave him was limited, and each moment with her was precious. But how could he explain this? How could he tell her that his heart, which had always been eternal and free, now belonged to her? "The more you love someone," he thought, "the harder it is to tell them." "Nin lithiach, Meleth nín"—she truly enchanted him every time he saw her, even in his thoughts. His beloved. "Guren mil gaim lín"—his heart was in her hands—"Tessa sina ten’ amin"—he asked her to keep it, but in truth, she was free to do with it as she wished, as long as it was her.

And she accepted him. She had loved him too, ever since then, but she understood that it would be difficult for him; her life was short, and what would happen afterward, when she left him? She was ready to weep over such a truth. "Amin uuma malia, Arwen en amin"—it didn't concern him. Being with her and having her even for a moment was already enough. The chance to call her his—that was his happiness. His Lady, who ruled his heart and mind.

As the years passed, she began to talk more often about parting, though it pained the elf to hear it, he couldn't disagree. "When the day comes that we part," she said quietly, "if my last words aren't 'Amin mela lle,' you'll know it's because I didn't have time." In those moments, he remained silent, lost in thought, unable to find the words to express that his love knew no bounds of time. "Meleth e-guilen, my love is selfish. I can't breathe without you,"—she was the love of his life. How could she speak of them parting, not seeing her, not inhaling her scent in the mornings, no more afternoon conversations about books, about how Ellen had messed up her work again, no more seeing her smile, or those gentle eyes full of love for him... "Aa’ lasser en he coia orn n' omenta gurtha!"—Let the leaves of her tree of life never wither, he prayed. Just a little longer, he wasn't ready yet, but how could he stretch this time?

But when the fog enveloped the forest, and the cold wind brought with it a premonition of farewell, the elf finally spoke what was in his heart. He took her hand and said: "I was destined to live a thousand years, and I belong only to you for all those years. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want you to be mine in every one of them." She looked at him, and a tear glistened in her eye. She knew their time was running out, but these were the words she believed in more than anything in the world.

For the elf's love was as eternal as the forest itself, and he continued to love, despite their parting, carrying his feelings for her through the years and ages of his life.

"Cormamin niuve tenna’ ta elea lle au’"—My heart will wait until it sees you again. "Le me ithon anuir"—I will love you forever. "Quel kaima"—Rest well.