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thepenguinweeb · 2 months ago

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hi! Uh I saw your requests are open, could I request something for Solo Leveling?

Jinwoo × gn! timid childhood friend, who's a healer. Like they always heal him after a raid and will scold him when he's being stupid and neglecting himself, even though they also neglect themselves secretly (think soft and sweet yet actually depressed as hell)

Then as Jinwoo gets stronger, reader begins to let themselves slowly drift away from Jinwoo since "he's better off without them (aka reader)". When Jinwoo finally finds them again, he realizes how truely delicate reader is, how soft and cozy and cute they are. EVEN WORSE if he finds out readers mental health was just as bad as his when he was E-Rank, even in a worst state from past experiences. (Think constantly buzzing like a bee and 4 seconds from a breakdown)

(Reader is essencially "soft,sleepy and delicate, despite witnessing and enduring horrors beyond anyone's comprehension.)

(Bonus if it makes Jinwoo go MUST PROTECT AT ALL COSTS)

((I hope this is okay. Thank you if you decide to do the request. If not, it's okay,,))

`` You shouldn't just heal others. Take care of yourself, too. ``

[ ♡ Jinwoo x gn!timid!healer!reader ]

[ ♡ You've known Jinwoo ever since you were both small children. You promised that no matter what, you'd always protect each other. But after an incident at one of the dungeons he was sent to, you think it's best if you don't stand in his way. ]

[ Requested by : @shiromay <3 ]

[ Notes : I know it's a crime but I haven't read the Solo Leveling novel yet ;-; I'm planning to real soon!! But if I get anything wrong uhh sorry :( ]

[ TRIGGER WARNING : multiple mentions of self-harm ]

"Catch it, Jinwoo!"

Your small voice called out to the boy as you threw a ball at him. It was always your favourite game to play with him, even if he wasn't great at it.

..As if to prove that point, the ball hit him right in the head and he stumbled to the ground easily.

You hurried over with a worried expression. You could see a few tears in his eyes, then you noticed the bleeding cuts on his knee.

"I.. I'm sorry, I didn't.. mean to.." you mumbled an apology, and to your surprise, he responded with a giggle.

"It's okay. I should have caught it."

He tried to get up, but you stopped him before he could. As he looked at you trough a confused expression, you pulled out a few bandaids from your pockets.

Soon, his knees were covered with pretty pink bandaids which definitely didn't suit him, but you both seemed to think it was amazing.

"Thanks, [Y/N], you're amazing," he complimented, which earned an awkward smile from you.

"When we grow up, I'll protect you from all the monsters," he went on, his eyes shining with wonder. "I'll be the strongest person you've ever seen!"

You giggled and nodded eagerly. "I'll protect you, too! I'll put bandaids on all your wounds and always make sure you're alright!"

You looked each other in the eyes, then said at once,

"I promise!"

You tapped your foot impatiently against the ground as you waited for Jinwoo and his party to finish their raid. You were gonna pick him up - despite him insisting you didn't need to - and, of course, heal him. It would be a miracle if you didn't need to.

With every passing moment, your anxiety became worse. What if Jinwoo didn't come back? What if he died during the raid? What if you could never see him again?

Finally, after what felt like hours, the party appeared with big smiles on every member's face. You scanned the crowd and a relieved sigh escaped your lips when you saw Jinwoo behind them.

Then you sighed again at how battered up he looked. Multiple scratches on his face, bleeding wounds on his leg, one of his arms, a few big bruises and a claw mark on his chest, where his shirt had been torn. Did they not have a proper healer?

"Jinwoo!" You called out. The man noticed you immediately and ran toward you with a smile.

"Hi, [Y/N]," He greeted you in an innocent tone, as if unaware of the frown deepening on your face with every second you spent staring at his wounds.

You shook your head and signaled for him to sit down so you could examine him more. After you finished with that, you hovered your hands over his wounds and used your healing.

"You should be more careful.." you mumbled softly. "This isn't good for you."

"I know, I'm sorry," Jinwoo said while scratching the back of his head. You simply sighed and continued to do your work until you were done, and he was fully healed.

The man stood up with a smile and gave you an appreciative nod. "Thank you, [Y/N]," he said. "You're amazing."

Your expression softened at his compliment. You looked down at the ground and muttered out a 'no problem'.

"I'll take you home.." you said, turning and beginning to walk away. Jinwoo soon followed you too.

Since Jinwoo was released from the hospital, you'd been seeing him a lot less. You visited him fairly frequently while he was recovering, but during those visits you noticed how much he'd changed. You could tell he was becoming stronger, and so, you decided it would be best if you didn't stand in the way of his plans.

You only went to raids which you knew he wouldn't be apart of. You rarely responded to his text messages or calls. But with this, your mental health had started worsening too.

It was a challenge to wake up and get out of bed every day. In all the raids you went to, you did your best to heal everyone, but you could care less about your own health. Who would care if I died, anyway?

You started wearing hoodies and more covering clothing to hide the self-inflicted wounds on you. You could have healed them, but you didn't think you were deserving of it.

The hunters who knew you most noticed this too.

"You okay, [Y/N]? You're usually not this gloomy."

But others just shook it off, since you were always the quiet type.

Today's raid, however, came with an unexpected surprise.

"Jinwoo?" Your eyes widened upon seeing the man in front of you. Not only for how much he'd changed, but just his mere presence.

He nodded, a small smile on his face. "I didn't expect to see you here. It's been a while. How have you been?"

You looked down at the ground, wondering what to say. You quickly decided to just.. lie.

"Fine," you muttered. "But really, what are you doing in a raid for an E-rank dungeon? I thought you moved on to better ones.."

He shrugged. "Just felt like it," he responded, but you could tell he wasn't telling the full truth. Nevertheless, you didn't want to question him about it.

"We're going in, come on, you two!"

The raid proved to be very successful. You could now see with your own eyes how much Jinwoo had improved, and you were amazed. He was so much stronger, and, most importantly, you didn't even need to heal him at all.

"That was nice," he said after you'd come out. "I missed doing raids with you."

You forced a smile on your face and nodded. "Y-Yeah.. it was nice to see you again."

Silence lingered between the two of you for a bit, before Jinwoo decided to break it.

"I'll walk you home," he told you. Despite it sounding like an offer, it was more of a statement. After a few moments of thinking, you reluctantly agreed.

The whole walk was pretty calm. You caught up with each other trough some small talk, but most of the time was spent in silence, the two of you observing the city.

Thankfully, it didn't take long to arrive at your house.

"Thanks for coming with me, Jinwoo," you thanked him with a soft smile. "I'll be out of your way now. See you-"

"Wait."

Before you could turn and get inside, he grabbed your wrist to stop you. His grip wasn't hard, but it was still painful to the fresh cuts on them.

Jinwoo could tell something was off when you hissed in pain at his touch.

"Are you alright, [Y/N]?" He asked, his voice softer than usual. "You've been acting weird this whole time. Is there something wrong?"

You looked down at the ground, desperately trying to come up with excuses. You felt him putting a comforting hand on your shoulder, and you froze up.

"You're not okay," he pointed out. "Please, you don't have to talk about it, but just tell me.. did you do that to yourself?"

He nodded at your wrists, which left you wondering how he knew. Maybe you weren't that good at hiding it, after all.

Too shaken to say anything, you just gave him a weak nod. You could see a frown form on his face.

"This isn't right. You shouldn't do this to yourself." He sighed. "You shouldn't just heal others. Take care of yourself, too. Please."

Tears formed in your eyes upon hearing his words. "I..." you tried to form a sentence through the choked sobs. "I'll try.. it's just so... hard..."

"I know," he said, pulling you in for a hug. "But I'll be there with you. Like we promised each other.."

A/N : oh my GOD did this turn out longer than I expected. Sorry lol I don't usually write so much but I wanted to do as much as I could! This is my first request, so yippee! And I have 2 more in my inbox left, so I appreciate yall sharing your wonderful ideas with me to satiate my hunger for inspiration :3

Dividers by @/rookthorneartistry, ty!!

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elysiaheaven · 3 months ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄-𝐒U𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐗 𝐅.𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐎𝐡, 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐞-𝟎𝟏

'Oh, small bird- Be sealed in this cage. So your weakness won't be seen'

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During the disaster, I could hardly hear anything.

Just the soft, haunting whispers of my mother's sobs. Even the loud ringing in my ears couldn't drown out the truth: she was terrified yet smiling.

Smiling, pretending everything was okay. So we could be okay...

Even in her fear, she held us both tight, her embrace like a fragile bird's wings. She sang her lullaby one last time, a sweet melody that danced on the edge of despair, before whispering,

"You will be safe and sound..."

But what about her? I was weak. So weak that I couldn't protect her. Yet, as I held Robin's hand, something ignited within me—a fierce determination to keep her alive at all costs. Even if it meant...

...

"Dear child, go on."

"Even—"

"Go on. Sunday, my child, look... Right now, this is your chance to reveal your true self for the last time."

"A broken boy who cries at everything. Tell me, how was little Robin when your mother urged you both to stay strong?"

"She held back her tears, striving to absorb Mother's last words. She was...

Controlling her emotions, trying to ease Mother's fear for us."

"Less?"

"Less scared for me."

Hmm? And what did you do then?

"Mr. Wood, you've asked me this before... Please, every time I remember, it—It hurts.."

"It hurts?

You feel weak? What a disappointment. To be strong is to control your emotions. Sunday, tell me: what were you doing when that happened? Remember how weak you were".

I couldn't control my tears. I kept asking if there was another way to save all three of us... I felt hopeless...

How shameful. Your sister was stronger than you. She gave your mother hope one last time by controlling her tears. You? What did you do? You cried. Your mother's heart must have ached, offering her only half-hearted hope. Both of you watched her fade into a memory.

"M-Mr. Wood, I would appreciate it if you didn't say it... It hurts."

Control it.

"Huh?"

Mr. Wood leaned back in his chair, a mock expression of concern etched on his face. "Sunday, how quaint that you still cling to your tears. It's almost endearing, really. But don't you see? This weakness only serves to burden those you love. Your mother needed you strong, yet here you are, a puddle of sorrow."

He paused, letting the words hang heavy in the air. "Why must you make it harder for her? Do you think your tears will change anything? They won't bring her back. They won't save you or little Robin."

Sunday's heart sank further with each cutting remark. "But I wanted to save her, Mr. Wood! I tried!" he pleaded, the desperation evident in his voice.

"Ah, but wanting is not enough, is it? You've learned that by now," Mr. Wood continued, his tone dripping with condescension. "You see, strength lies in control. Your sister, she understood this. While you cried, she offered hope, the only thing that can hold back despair. Did you not notice how she stood firm, a pillar of strength in the face of chaos?"j8

"Robin—" Sunday's voice cracked, pain washing over him at the thought of his sister's bravery.

"Yes, Robin," Mr. Wood interjected smoothly, as if savoring the sting of his words. "She managed to mask her fear, to keep your mother afloat even in the darkest of moments. Yet here you are, so easily swayed by emotion. What a disappointment. A broken boy who cannot even honor his mother's last wish. How tragic."

The corners of Mr. Wood's mouth curled into a semblance of a smile, an unsettling mix of kindness and ridicule. "If only you could harness your feelings, channel them into something powerful. But no, you'd rather wallow in this pathetic display, wouldn't you?"

Sunday's face flushed with shame. "I'm trying to be strong! I just... I can't..."

"Then stop trying," Mr. Wood replied, his voice low and almost soothing. "Instead, simply control it. It's not difficult. You must learn to bury the tears, to swallow the pain, and rise above it. That is how you become strong, how you honor your mother's memory. It's time to stop being a burden and start being the protector she needed."

As Mr. Wood's words echoed in the silence, Sunday felt the weight of his expectations. The kindness in his tone twisted like a knife, but beneath it all lay the undeniable truth: if he wanted to survive, he had to learn to control the storm within him.

"Do you understand, Sunday? Or are you still too caught up in your own sorrow to grasp the reality of your situation?"

Sunday looked down.

Mr. Wood leaned forward, his gaze sharp and penetrating. "You know, Sunday, I think it's time you learned to smile more. After all, how can you protect your sister if you're still moping about your mother's death? You must move on, put on a brave face. The world doesn't have room for weakness."

"But... how can I just forget?" Sunday's voice trembled, his resolve wavering as he struggled to keep the memories at bay.

"Forget? I didn't say forget," Mr. Wood countered smoothly, his tone almost playful. "I said to move on. If you stay shackled to your sorrow, what will become of Robin? What if your weakness consumes her the way it did your mother? Can you afford to let that happen?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with implication. Sunday felt a chill run down his spine. "I won't let that happen! I'll protect her! I'll sacrifice anything for her!" His voice rose with a mix of desperation and determination.

"Good," Mr. Wood replied, an eerie calm settling over him. "But let's be honest, Sunday. A weak heart like yours is a poor vessel for sacrifice. What if one day, Robin steps back, refuses to do the right thing? What will you do then?"

"I'll make her listen! I'll show her how to be strong!" Sunday's voice cracked under the weight of his emotions, but he pushed on, fighting the tears that threatened to spill.

"Such a confident declaration from someone so fragile," Mr. Wood remarked, his expression almost bemused. "But tell me, what if your weakness swallows her whole, just as it did your mother? What if she dies the same way? It's a simple test, really."

Sunday felt his breath hitch as the implications crashed over him like waves. He squeezed his eyes shut, fists clenched tightly as he fought to keep the rising tide of tears at bay. The thought of losing Robin, of failing her like he failed their mother, felt like a knife twisting in his gut.

"Open your eyes, Sunday," Mr. Wood commanded, his voice low and insistent. "Look at me."

Reluctantly, Sunday opened his eyes, the glossiness betraying the battle he fought within. He met Mr. Wood's gaze, a mix of fear and determination swirling in his chest. "I won't let it happen to Robin. I swear I'll protect her!"

Mr. Wood's lips curled into a smile that was anything but warm. "Congratulations, Sunday. You did well. As long as you cage your feelings, no one will get hurt. Not Robin, not anyone. You must learn this, or risk losing everything."

"But it hurts..." Sunday murmured, the weight of his emotions threatening to pull him under.

"Pain is a small price to pay for strength," Mr. Wood replied, his voice steady and unwavering. "You must face it head-on. Stop looking weak, stop crying. You need to become a guardian, not a grieving child. Your sister is counting on you."

With each word, Sunday felt the remnants of his resolve solidifying, but the fear still loomed large. The images of his mother's fading smile haunted him, intertwining with the knowledge that he couldn't let that fate befall Robin. Clenching his fists tighter, he struggled against the tears, willing himself to silence the grief.

"Good," Mr. Wood said, watching Sunday closely. "That's it. Bury it deeper. Strength comes from control. The stronger you are, the less pain you allow to surface. You must become a fortress for Robin—a shield that cannot break."

As Sunday fought against the tide of emotions, he could feel a change within him—a steeling of resolve. He wouldn't let history repeat itself. He would cage his feelings, as Mr. Wood said, and protect Robin at all costs.

"Now, remember this, Sunday," Mr. Wood continued, his voice like ice. "A weak heart will only lead to tragedy. Be strong. Be unyielding. You owe it to your sister, to your mother's memory. If you falter, it's not just your fate at stake—it's hers too."

End!-Lesson 0 seal your emotions.

Sunday found himself ensnared in a web of grief and denial, each thread woven tighter around his heart. He learned to mask his pain, to build a fortress of smiles even as his soul felt hollow. Every laugh he shared with Robin echoed with a bittersweetness, a façade he wore like a heavy cloak.

When they played together, he forced himself to join in, his laughter ringing out in bright notes that belied the darkness lurking beneath. They would spin in circles, their voices rising as they sang silly songs, both of them promising to light up the world. But deep down, Sunday was torn.

"No, Robin," he wanted to tell her, "the world isn't bright. It's shrouded in shadows. It's dark and unforgiving." Yet, he couldn't bring himself to shatter the fragile joy in her eyes. Instead, he nodded, forcing a smile, locking away the ache in his chest.

"Yes, let's sing for the world," he replied, his voice trembling with the weight of hidden sorrow. "Together."

The harsh studies loomed like a storm cloud over them, each challenge reminding him of the burden he bore. When the assignments became overwhelming, when his heart ached for the mother he'd lost, he buried it deep inside. Each time Robin looked to him for encouragement, he swallowed his pain, presenting only the cheerful exterior he had crafted.

"You're doing so well, Robin! I'm proud of you!" he exclaimed, but inside, he felt like a fraud. How could he be proud when he felt so lost?

In the quiet moments, away from Robin's bright gaze, he would stand in front of the mirror, forcing a smile that never reached his eyes. He practiced until his lips curled naturally, even as the reflection whispered secrets of sorrow he refused to acknowledge.

It was all so suffocating. The cage he had built around himself felt safe, a small haven where he could stifle his emotions and hide from the world. But the bars of that cage were his heart, and the more he locked it away, the more it felt like it was slowly withering inside him.

Each day was a battle. Each time he felt joy, guilt clawed at his insides like a hungry beast. He couldn't let Robin see the truth, the storm brewing just beneath the surface. "Smile, Sunday. Just smile," he would tell himself, yet the ache never faded.

One afternoon, as they played in the fading sunlight, Robin turned to him, her face glowing with innocent hope. "Let's make a promise, okay? We'll sing together forever! No matter what happens!"

Sunday felt a pang in his chest, a desperate wish to tell her that the world was cruel, that promises were often broken. But he simply nodded, forcing a smile that felt like it might shatter. "Yes, forever," he echoed, the words tasting bitter on his tongue.

He locked away the tears threatening to spill over, swallowing the raw ache that clawed at his throat. With every laugh they shared, every song they sang, he felt the weight of his grief settle deeper, like a stone in his heart.

But the cage had its price. The more he caged his emotions, the more he felt like a ghost haunting his own life. The joy he displayed felt increasingly distant, a fleeting shadow of the boy he once was. The pain of his mother's absence hung over him like a shroud, a reminder that no matter how many smiles he wore, the emptiness would never truly leave him.

Yet, he couldn't allow Robin to see. He wouldn't let his weakness swallow her the way it had consumed their mother. So, he continued to play the role of the strong older brother, sacrificing his own heart for her light, even as it felt like each day drew him further into darkness.

With every song, every smile, every moment spent pretending, he sank deeper into his self-imposed cage, where the walls closed in tighter, suffocating yet comforting.

"Just a little longer," he would whisper to himself, "just until Robin is safe." And with that, he clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, he could keep the darkness at bay, even if it meant losing himself in the process.

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Sunday grew older, the cage he had built around himself felt less like a sanctuary and more like a prison. The walls, once comforting, now loomed large and oppressive, trapping him within his own despair. Each day blended into the next, the darkness creeping in deeper, the laughter shared with Robin becoming increasingly hollow.

After all! He did lose!

He caught sight of himself in the mirror. He stared, and for a fleeting moment, he saw not just the mask of the strong older brother, but the true self locked away inside—the boy who cried, the boy who failed to protect his mother. The reflection shimmered with the echoes of his sorrow, shadows dancing behind his eyes.

Locked up, locked up, locked up.

Suddenly, a dark shape flitted through the window, a raven with feathers as black as his despair. It landed on the edge of the mirror, peering at him with beady, judgmental eyes.

"Ah, a little Halovian trapped in his cage," the raven croaked, its voice dripping with mockery. "What a sight to behold! A bird should be in a cage, but here you are, confined by your own failure."

Sunday felt the words sting like ice, and he recoiled, fists tightening as he tried to mask the rising tide of emotions. "Leave me alone!" he shouted, but the raven only cawed, a chorus of others joining in from the shadows.

"Disappointment! Disappointment!" they shrieked in unison, their voices a cacophony of accusation.

"Why do you exist?" the raven continued, its eyes glinting with malicious glee. "If you can't even do what your father asked, what purpose do you serve? Look at you, so pathetically weak. You've let your mother down, and now you're destined to let your sister down, too."

The voices echoed in his mind, a relentless assault that stirred the pain he fought so hard to contain. "Control it! Control your feelings!" they chanted, drowning out his resolve. "Don't let them see how pathetic you are! How weak you are!"

"Control it!" The raven flapped its wings, the sound a harsh reminder of his failings. "Why didn't you do what he asked? Why didn't you respect his wishes? You're just an imperfect reflection of what a Halovian should be."

"Shut up!" Sunday screamed, the words escaping him before he could think. He pressed his palms against his temples, trying to block out the haunting echoes, but they only grew louder, more insistent.

"Seal it! Seal it!" the raven shrieked, its cawing piercing through the fog of his thoughts. "Lock it all away! If you want to protect her, you have to be perfect. You must bury your flaws, your emotions—everything! Seal it tight, or you'll only lose her like you lost your mother!"

Sunday felt his heart race, panic surging as he grappled with the weight of the raven's words. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shut out the chaos, but the voices flooded in, suffocating him with their relentless accusations.

"Why can't you be strong?" the little voice within him echoed, the boy he used to be now taunting him. "Why can't you do this? Why do you insist on being so weak?"

He struggled against the tide, battling the feelings of inadequacy that threatened to drown him. Every moment he spent locked up in this cage of his own making felt like another failure, another weight pressing down on him.

But amid the chaos, a flicker of defiance ignited in his chest. "I won't let you swallow me!" he yelled, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white. "I will protect Robin! I will be strong!"

The raven cawed, laughter lacing its tone. "You think that shouting will change anything? You're still just a broken boy behind bars. Can you even believe your own words?"

"Shut up!" Sunday pressed his palms to his ears, desperate to block out the haunting sounds, but the noise only grew louder. "I will seal it. I will control it! I can't let it destroy me!"

"Then prove it," the raven jeered, its voice dripping with disdain. "Show us you can be perfect. Show us you can truly seal it all away. Because if you don't, you're just destined to fail again."

Sunday stood in the dim light, surrounded by shadows that mocked him, he felt a tear escape, sliding down his cheek. But he quickly wiped it away, forcing a smile to mask the pain, a fragile façade that felt like it could shatter at any moment.

"Seal it," he whispered to himself, the words a mantra that resonated in the stillness. "Seal it tight. You can't let them see you weak. You can't let Robin see..."

And with that, he buried the feelings deeper, locking away the sorrow and fear until they felt like distant echoes, lost within the confines of his cage.

But as the raven took flight, disappearing into the shadows, a small voice in his heart whispered, *What if sealing it away means losing yourself forever?*

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The astral Express won!?

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The shadows danced around him, Sunday felt the weight of his failures pressing down like an anchor. He was supposed to be the one to protect Robin, the guardian who would keep her safe from harm. Instead, he had failed her—exiled and alone, a prisoner of his own making.

The ravens circled overhead, their cries sharp and accusatory, each word a dagger that twisted in his heart. "You didn't do what Wood wished, did you? You didn't keep your sister safe!"

Their caws rang in his ears, relentless and mocking. "Look at you now, abandoned and alone! All because of that foolish deal your sister made with Lady Bonajade. She sacrificed everything for you, and what did you do? You lost your home, your family!"

And just like that, the memories surged forward, drowning him in a tide of guilt and regret. He could see Robin's face, the heartbreak in her eyes as she pleaded for his freedom, her voice trembling as she faced the dark figure of Lady Bonajade.

The boy inside him, the child he had locked away, began to shout. "Why did you put her through that? Why did you let her suffer for you?" Each accusation struck like lightning, illuminating the dark corners of Sunday's mind.

"Why are you so weak?" the child's voice echoed, piercing through the din of the ravens. "Robin is heartbroken! She must be disappointed in you! Do you think she doesn't feel guilty for giving up everything to save you? And look at you—sleeping peacefully while she bears the weight of your choices!"

"Stop! Stop!" Sunday shouted, gripping his head as the pressure mounted, as if he could crush the boy's words into silence. Anger surged through him, a fire igniting against the icy fingers of despair. "You don't understand! I did what I had to do!"

The ravens cawed in delight, the cacophony building into a frenzy. "Lock yourself away! Lock yourself up so you won't have to cry! Seal it all away! Isn't that what you wanted?"

But the boy wasn't finished. "What are you going to do? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?! You're just going to sit there while she suffers? While she's left alone with the burden of your mistakes? Wake up, Sunday! Wake up!"

The words sliced through the fog of denial, raw and unrelenting. Sunday felt the walls of his cage closing in, darkness pooling around him like a suffocating shroud. "I... I can't..."

"Robin needs you!" the child shouted, the echo reverberating in his mind. "She's out there, lost and broken because of you! You can't just sit in your cage and pretend it doesn't hurt. She's waiting for you to wake up! She's waiting for you to save her!"

The anguish in the boy's voice resonated within him, a haunting melody that stirred the dormant guilt. Sunday's heart raced as he fought against the weight of despair, the suffocating darkness closing in around him. The ravens circled, their eyes glinting with malicious satisfaction.

"Be locked up! Be safe!" they screeched, their voices blending into a nightmarish chant. "You don't have to feel! You don't have to cry! Just seal it all away! Forget your sister! Forget your failure!"

But the boy's voice broke through, insistent and demanding. "What will you do? What will you do to protect her? You're nothing without her! You're just a coward hiding in a cage!"

Sunday clenched his fists, the pain of the child's words piercing through the darkness. He could feel the tears threatening to spill, the grief that had been locked away now bubbling to the surface. "I don't want to be weak anymore!" he shouted, voice raw with desperation. "I want to protect her! I want to make things right!"

But as he cried out, the raven's voices grew louder, their laughter echoing in his ears, drowning out the boy's haunting cries. "You'll always be a disappointment! You'll always be weak! Seal it! Lock it away! That's the only way to survive!"

Suddenly, the cage felt tighter, the bars pressing against his chest as the shadows surged, wrapping around him like chains. "No! I won't let you!" he shouted, panic rising within him, but the darkness only tightened its grip.

"Lock up your heart!" the ravens shrieked. "Seal it! Don't let anyone see how broken you are!"

With every word, he felt the flicker of hope dimming, the shadows clawing at his spirit, pulling him back into the depths of despair. The child's voice, once so vibrant, began to fade. "You can't leave me here! You can't abandon her!"

"Wake up!" the boy cried, the final plea echoing through the nightmarish cacophony, but the darkness swallowed the sound, leaving Sunday alone in the suffocating silence of his cage, haunted by the choices he had made.

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Sunday jolted awake, his heart pounding as he gasped, "Robin!" The echo of his own voice filled the dim, unfinished room, and he quickly scanned the space around him. The walls were bare, and the air felt thick with an unsettling stillness, like the remnants of a dream lingering just beyond his grasp.

The Astral Express had said someone once occupied this room, but now it felt empty—dull and lifeless. The furniture was sparse, the decor unfinished, reflecting a haunting reminder of what could have been. It was a space where hope had been stifled, a room still waiting for its purpose.

He sat up slowly, a chill running through him as he took in his surroundings. Everything felt imperfect and lacking, but he couldn't complain. He had to breathe; he had to live. Robin had begged for him, pleading for him to keep going, to survive when he thought he'd never find the strength. The thought of her determination, her unwavering belief in him, ignited a flicker of resolve deep within his chest.

Glancing at the mirror, Sunday caught sight of himself and felt a wave of vulnerability wash over him. He looked... disheveled. Sweat clung to his smooth, shoulder-length silver hair, the fringe swept up haphazardly to the left. His golden irises, usually bright and expressive, appeared dulled by exhaustion, framed by dark circles that spoke of sleepless nights. His clothes were tattered. It was....!

He took a deep breath, reminding himself of who he was—a Halovian. Behind his ears, wings of a similar silver shimmered, the left one adorned with two gold stud earrings, a testament to his heritage. The halo above his head, detailed with intricate eye motifs, felt heavier than ever, a constant reminder of expectations he struggled to meet.

Something itched at the back of his mind, pulling him from his thoughts. He stood up and made his way to the bathroom, the sound of water beckoning him like a whisper of comfort. As he stepped into the shower, the warmth enveloped him, and he closed his eyes, letting the water cascade down, washing away the remnants of the nightmare.

The water flowed over him, memories of the night surged back. The raven's accusations echoed in his mind, and he clenched his fists, trying to push them away. But the weight of those words clung to him, a heavy cloak that refused to let go.

He brushed his teeth, the soft bristles of the toothbrush soothing against his gums, yet he couldn't shake the feeling of disarray. Each of the three bristles felt scattered, just like his thoughts, each one out of place and waiting for a sense of order. Everything he touched seemed to reflect the chaos inside him. He tried to arrange the items neatly—mouthwash lined up perfectly, toothpaste squeezed just so—but it felt so odd, so foreign. But that was just who he was, always seeking perfection in the midst of turmoil.

He looked at himself in the mirror again, noting how tired he looked, as if he hadn't slept for days—because he hadn't. The nights blurred into one another, filled with nightmares and the haunting realization of his own weaknesses. He didn't know how many times he had awakened in this strange world, feeling like a ghost of himself.

But today, something shifted within him. As the water washed over him, he felt a sense of clarity, a purpose that beckoned from the depths of his soul. He was here, alive, and Robin was out there, believing in him.

"Get it together, Sunday," he muttered to himself, a gentle reminder. "You owe it to her to keep fighting.. Keep- Cage it up! Cage up your worries."

After finishing his shower, he dressed in the most normal clothes Dan Heng and Mr. Welt had given him, fabric soft against his skin, an unexpected comfort in the midst of uncertainty. As he stepped outside, he inhaled the fresh air, a mix of hope and fear swirling within him.

With every step he took, he could feel the weight of his past pressing against his chest.

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onskepa · 1 year ago

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Can you do a Spider x yander sully family?

Hello!! And yes I can! This will be fluff yandere! And! This will be a headcannon list! So I hope you all enjoy this one~!!

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Sweet child of mine

When jake and neytiri saw spider for the first time, it was instant love. The pure innocence of the child had caused the couple to grow deep feelings for the boy.

On the spot, they adopted spider, and became his loving parents.

They did everything in their power to make sure spider is loved and protected. Making sure he is breathing well with his mask and having enough supplies.

the sully couple's attention was solely on spider. Making sure he is fed, clean, and that no harm comes to him.

Humans are very fragile in pandora. So as a human baby, anything can harm their precious son.

Spider is never seen alone, jake or neytiri will always be near him. Carrying him on a sling, taking him everywhere. Of course never taking him where it can be dangerous.

neytiri loves spider so much, that she cant sleep well if he isn't between her and jake in their shared hammock. To feel his soft warm skin against hers is what will put neytiri to sleep at ease.

Jake loves his son and his heart burns for him. The magnetic pull he feels to be near spider at all times. Much like neytiri, he cant function right without his son near him.

Spider is the first and last thing neytiri and jake see when they sleep and rise.

And when neteyam came along, it was another sully being possessive of spider. Spider loved his new baby brother! Neteyam was so cute and adorable!

Neytiri already had plans to teach neteyam as he grows to protect his brother. So many things to get ready. But for now, she lets her two sons enjoy their sweet childhood.

As neteyam grew up, he started to become aware of the obvious different between himself and spider. Why is he big and blue while his big brother is small and pink?

Jake and neytiri began to explain to neteyam that spider must be protected at all costs, since their forest can hurt spider at any moment.

Neteyam loves spider, he adores and admires his big brother. Spider was always so positive and bright, never lets anything negative get to him.

Neteyam sees the pure soul spider is, and understands his parents very well. Spider may be the big brother, but neteyam is bigger and stronger. And will only get strong as he grows.

When jake and neytiri heard of grace's avatar being pregnant, spider over heard and wanted to visit the avatar. Every day spider would go and visit the avatar and talk to it as means to talk to the baby. Would tell of his adventures, stories, funny thing moments, and would sing lullabies neytiri would sing to him.

What spider doesn't know is that the more he communicates and bonds with the unborn child, the soul that resides in the womb listens and develops a deep love for spider.

Always craving to hear spider's happy voice, it soothed the soul. Something about spider bringing peace and tranquil within.

So when kiri was born, she already knew who was the face of the tranquil voice.

And much like neteyam, she would admire and love her big brother. Was the most clingiest of all sully siblings.

Spider would play and bring kiri to his and neteyam's adventures. Making sure she isn't left behind and always having fun.

Lo'ak arrived and would cling onto spider more than he would with his parents. Spider loves that lo'ak wants him and constantly seeking attention.

Lo'ak and kiri would rival each other on who can stick beside spider. Of course spider would be fair to both and let them cling on to him at the same time. Trying to divide

For a handful of years, it was just neteyam, kiri and lo'ak having spider to themselves.

Yes they would fight a bit with their parents on who gets to spend time with spider but still. They all love him, and want to spend every second with their golden child.

Until tuk was born. Being the baby of the family, spider just adored tuk and would be with her more than with his other siblings.

The older sully siblings were a bit jealous of their new baby sister. How come she gets showered with hugs and attention from their big brother? its not fair!

Tuk upon growing up, would abuse her cuteness to be with spider. She knows cute things are one of his brothers weakness and that would be her advantage.

However as spider grows and gets more involved within the clan, everyone has come to love and enjoy spider's presence. Which has become a problem for his family. They easily get jealous when spider's attention isn't on them.

Neytiri hates it when other mother's tend to spider like he is their son. She is spider's only mother not them! More often that not she would hiss at others who dare to get too close to spider.

Jake is no different, would make sure spider is with him and doesn't care to treat spider like a new born.

Spider however, isn't stupid, he knows just how crazy possessive and protective his family can be. Down to his little sister tuk.

He should be disturbed but secretly enjoys how protective they can be to him. He craves their love and would happily give him family all the love and attention they could ever want.

The sully family just loves spider to the extreme. Nothing wrong with that right? Sully stick together.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand that wraps this one up! Hope you all like it! This is my first time doing something yandere! Until next time! see ya!

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ninapi · 1 year ago

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Premise: Being an older brother once more was beyond exhilarating for Choso, he never expected though to find love by his little brother's side, his pretty and kind childhood friend bringing a softness into his life he didn't know it was possible one Halloween night.

Word Count: 3243

Note: this is a Semi AU, meaning the characters are who they are in the series, yet the timeline doesn’t match the original story.

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Choso has been a big brother since he can remember, that’s his number one trait and the one he is more proud of in general.

Therefore, loosing his two younger brothers continues to sting to this day.

Gaining a ‘new brother’ or finding a ‘lost brother’ which ever you wanna call it, gave him a new sense of purpose, a new reason to live and continue growing as a person.

His number one flaw though, was how unemotional he was.

To Yuuji, Choso was embarrassing.

He never gets the jokes, more like he can’t even laugh on his own like if his face muscles were forever stiff, a spoon could get social cues better than him; he says the most embarrassing things at the worst timing too and this brings us to this moment.

Yuuji had been flirting with the girl that worked a part time at the donut shop close by for about a month. He would always stop by and buy even if it was just one donut to munch on his way to school just so he could see her smile for a couple of minutes; he even went as far as to ask for her number last time he was there; though today, Choso tagged along and was currently glaring at said beauty for getting ‘too close’ to his brother. “What is it that you want woman? I won’t let you get your smitten paws over my little brother, you hear me? You won’t ever understand how precious he is, must be protected at all cost.”

“Oh my god…just what do you think you’re doing?? Ruining my life?? Didn’t I tell you to stay outside with Fushiguro??”

“Itadori-kun, I think your brother is right, I don’t think I can handle such a precious boy….” the girl couldn’t hold her laugh any longer, same thing as her co-workers who witnessed the scene.

“That’s it. I’m never taking you out again. Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get her to even look at me??” Yuuji was so disheartened, he opted to sit down on the sidewalk, contemplating the meaning of life while hating on his new older brother.

“I…I was just trying to-“

“I know, I know…just trying to be a good older brother…But have you stopped for a second and think that maybe not everyone wants to hurt me? I’m strong enough to defend myself, a pretty little thing like her wouldn’t even dream of hurting anything but my heart…” he sniffs dramatically, burying his face on his hands.

“You can die immediately if someone hurts your heart, idiot…”

This was the last drop of patience within him, “NOT literally, OK? I don’t mean my internal organ, I mean the feelings side of the heart!!”

“That’s not in your heart but your brain. You can also die if someone hurts you there-“

“Just stop talking!!!” Megumi and Nobara were both laughing their asses off at their banter, truth is Nobara saw the girl flirt with at least four different guys in just a week, she had been trying to warn her friend about her, so it was actually a good thing having dense Choso around to break the spell she had on him; that didn’t make it any less funny though.

“Itadori don’t be so hard on him, he’s pouting again.”

“I am not doing such thing-“

“Yes you are, man…” Megumi let out a deep sigh, walking on the opposite direction wanting nothing to do with the loud display of idiocy in front of him.

“Hey Fushiguro! Where are you going? We still need to discuss our plans for the party!” Yuuji yelled after him a little too loud, causing Megumi to flinch and return just to shut him up. “There’s nothing to discuss…Just be there around 9PM, you have to wear a costume or they won’t let you in, those are the rules.”

“Did you choose one already? I never pegged you for someone who’d like halloween parties~” giggling, Nobara elbowed Yuuji on the ribs wanting him to team up with her to tease their friend.

“I bet he’ll wear something ridiculous, like one of those giant carrot costumes.” bursting out laughing, both held each other from collapsing on the ground imagining carrotgumi.

“For your information, I will go as a vampire…I found dubious objects in a closet in Gojo-sensei’s, I mean back in the house…so I brought them with me for this party. Not like I want to go or anything but Maki-san threaten to shave my head in my sleep if I didn’t go…”

“Bald carrotgumi….” after one more outburst of intense laughter, the team bullying ended for the best. “I need a costume, would you go buy one with me, Kugisaki?”

All this time Choso has been quietly observing the entire thing. He knows his brother literally just said he wouldn’t take him out with him ever again, but he really wanted to prove him he could do better, that he wasn’t an embarrassment and that he was the best older brother there was to have, this was his chance. “Guys…do you think…do you think I can come with you…?”

“No, never, non, forget about it.”

“B-but…”

“Listen, you just ruined my life! How do you even think I would take you with me again?”

“Poor guy, just let him come, Itadori…he always brings the funniest of conversations out. I like him.” Choso perked up a little at the support he was getting, even if he knew all she wanted was to mock his brother, at least someone wanted him there.

“Oh c’mon….What if he ruins it again?”

“Just leave (Y/N) in baby sitting duty. She likes lost causes…” shrugging she started making her way to the costume shop, both of them tagging along.

“(Y/N)? I mean yes she does take recycling to an intense level and saves stray cats, but this is…this is something else, Kugisaki…” Choso’s lip was quivering once more, not wanting to face rejection for a third time on the same day by the person he wishes to please the most.

“Ok then how about we do this…” leaning close to Yuuji’s ear she whispers her plan with the most mischievous grin anyone has ever seen in their lives. To this Yuuji laughs for what feels like hours, having to stop in his tracks to wipe his tears away and calm down. “Ok, ok let’s ask him…” going over to his older brother, Yuuji bats his eyelashes prettily up at him, “Nii-chan…you can go…if you go dressed as the carrot Fushiguro isn’t wearing…”

Choso just nodded eagerly, not fully understanding what he was getting himself into.

“Also, I won’t let you follow me around, I wanna get a girl in my bed by tonight, and you can’t stop me. I’ll ask my best friend to look after you. Understood?” this definitely wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted bonding time with his brother, have a nice time, maybe drink one of those beers he introduced him to the other day, not having to stay behind away from the fun dressed as a commonly disliked vegetable…but it was the chance he was looking for to prove he could behave.

“Is that a yes? Or-?”

“Yes, I will go.” Nobara was on her phone browsing for carrot costumes, not long after running on her way to the shop.

This would be a long night..

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The night was young, every known sorcerer and their friends and family were invited to this party.

Yuuji chose to dress as werewolf, while Nobara went dressed as a sexy nurse.

Choso though…let’s just say the carrot outfit didn’t suit him that well…

Wanting to get rid of him as soon as possible, Yuuji stopped you right at the entrance with a big grin plastered on his face. “(Y/N) my darling! My bestie! The light that shines above us…!”

“What do you want now-“ he was being too obvious, he only acts this way when he wants either money or nasty favors.

“Have you met my brother yet?”

“Your what-? I’ve lived next door my entire life and I’ve never seen a brother of yours-“ covering your mouth almost instantly, he glared at you, trying to get you to play along.

“O-oh…yes your brother! You told me about him the other day. No, I haven’t had the pleasure to meet him yet!” smiling on his direction, you walked over to him, taking both of his hands in yours.

“Hi! I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to finally meet you! By the way, what an adorable outfit you brought today! I wish I knew about them before, then we could have been two carrots instead of just one!” giggling at how good you were handling his worst nightmare, Yuuji sneaks away without you noticing; thing is, not only did you not notice, but neither did Choso, and that had never happen before.

“They also had tomatoes and an eggplant, but that one was too little, it would probably fit you though.” He nodded in thought, unable to figure out why the thought of you dressed like a tiny eggplant sounded so appealing. Was this why his brother wanted him to be a carrot? Did he actually look cute?

“I would have loved to be an eggplant! We could take a bunch of pictures, probably even win the costume contest!” your soft laughter brought a smile to his face, he’s never been treated this nicely before.

“What are you supposed to be though?” he eyed you from head to toe, making you blush. “I’m Godzilla~” you posed, letting out a cute little roar, his heart skipped a beat, cuteness has never been his thing but he could see the appeal of it now.

“I apologize, I do not know what that is, but it’s certainly cuter than an eggplant. They don’t make sounds...” his comment made you giggle giddily, why did Yuuji dislike him this much? He’s such a sweetheart…

“Hmm Godzilla is…a monster…he destroys cities and kicks buildings.” you tried your best to imitate it properly, earning a smile from him once more, making you feel accomplished.

“So like a curse? I’m half curse-” he looked at you with his eyes wide opened in realization.

“Nah, more like a cute big animal lost in a city full of ants.” he nods at this, before pointing to a table by the door. “They had animal shaped cookies in a bowl over there.” he didn’t know why but he felt the need to make you smile some more, to make you feel comfortable in his presence unlike the rest of his brother’s friends and seemed like you liked animals enough to dress like one.

“Do they? I bet they’re adorable. Would you like to eat some with me?” the way your eyes twinkled at this little piece of information made his stomach feel hollow, but it wasn’t a bad feeling, he kind of wanted to feel more of this, so he went over the table and poked all the cookies from the bowl until he was sure he’s gotten at least one of every single animal available in it.

Megumi, who was sitting at the top of the stairs hiding from a drunk panda who was trying to get him to kiss his cousin, saw the entire scene unfold, and decided to intervene before Itadori ruined his moment if he caught him. “Choso…stop touching all the food just grab a handful she’ll like it anyways, trust me.” to his advice he nodded gratefully, making sure to grab some drinks as well.

“Here, I couldn’t find the elephant, I was sure I saw one when I went by that table earlier, apologies for not getting you the complete set. I got you some melon soda though, I hope you like it.” the back of his neck felt hot, he continued wondering why he wanted to please you this bad, is not like you were his little sister, not like he wanted you to be his sister- he wouldn’t be able to last a day before dying of cuteness overload.

“Don’t worry! I’m sure Mr.elephant found a nice home in someone else’s belly.” chuckling you grabbed a little bear cookie and pressed it to his lips, “Try it! It’s yumyum~” you danced happily at the taste, wanting to share the joy a good high quality cookie can bring to someone’s life.

To this he just gave out a short nod, getting the entire cookie into his mouth. This was all so new to him, was this why his brother kept insisting in taking a girl to his bed?

What would they even do there?

He would like to take you to his and eat elephant shaped cookies, maybe even talk a little, or watch a movie, he’s been really into them since his brother introduced him to horror films.

“Hey (Y/N) would you like to go to my room? It’s a bit far but we could walk there-“ before he could continue his sentence, a shoe came flying straight to his face, Megumi coming to pull him to the side, “I’m borrowing him for just a second (L/N), be right back.”

He took Choso outside, away from prying eyes, a deep scowl on his face, “What on earth are you doing? You spend too much time with Itadori, he’s rubbing on you…”

“I thought you’re supposed to take nice girls to your bed…”

“I..ugh..WhAT? Who told you that? Never mind don’t answer…” letting out a long sigh he plops down on a bench prompting Choso to the same. “Look, man…it is true I guess, though the order is wrong. Remember how your brother talked to the same girl for months just to get her to like him?” nodding his head he was taking mental notes, Megumi rarely took his time to teach him anything, this must not go to waste.

“When you think a girl is nice or cute, pretty even. When she’s nice to you as well and you feel like you want more of her…” his nodding intensified, it was as if he was reading his mind, describing just how he was feeling that same moment.

“You have to treat her right, make nice things for her, be patient, don’t do anything impulsive. Girls are more delicate, you can’t be rough with them. Got it?”

“I knew it. I should have looked for that elephant cookie some more…”

A rare smile appeared on Megumi’s face, Choso has been nothing but a pain to them when it doesn’t come to fighting, but he’s never seen this soft side of him, or maybe he had, just that Itadori always shuts him down unlike you.

“Yeah well, maybe next time you can buy her a bag, I’m sure the elephant will be there.” his eyes opened widely, he hadn’t thought about that, fantastic idea.

“You’re a great guy, Fushiguro, I appreciate your advise. I can be your older brother too, if you ever need one...” with a small smile on his face, Megumi walked away back to his room, he'd have enough of this party already.

“Go back to her, before someone steals her away~” running back inside, his heart came back to his body when he saw you patiently waiting for him inside, fidgeting with your fingers.

“I have returned. Fushiguro just told me we can find the elephant cookie if I get you a new pack of cookies. Would you like to go buy one with me?”

“Right now?” that smile of yours will end up causing him heart failure, he was sure of that now.

“Or later, when you have time, if you want that is…we can also go back for the eggplant dress, if you’re tired of being Godzilla.” It was pretty obvious to you by now that he was trying to get you out of this party, you weren’t what others would call a 'party animal’, you only went because your best friend called you over; the same best friend who’s been flirting with every single girl in the room and has not addressed you for the longest time.

“I think they sell them in the supermarket down the street, lets go~!” pulling him by his hand, you both walked in silence as none of you knew what to say.

“So, how is Yuuji as a younger brother? If he’s mean to you tell me, I will kick his ass…” you knew your bestie, he could be really sweet as much as he can be a real ass when he wants to be.

“He’s great. I wish we could get along better though…but it’s hard to know what he wants. I wished everyone would be happy with animal cookies…”

“I think it’s easy getting along with you though. You’re sweet and gentle, funny too.” Choso has never been complimented before, not like this at least…was this what his brother called ‘flirting’?

“I…well I think you are all those things too…nobody has ever treated me this nice before…” his comment managed to sadden you more than anything, stopping you on your tracks to place a hand on his cheek gently.

“Then how about we see each other some more? I need you to see how special you are.” your smile was so bright, so comforting…his chest ached but in a pleasant way, he kind of wanted to rip his own heart out just to see the chemical reaction occurring within his body in this very second, his blood even felt more powerful, he could kill Gojo Satoru right now, he was sure of it. But all he wanted was to count cookies with you while looking at the night sky.

“Can we? See each other again? I mean after the cookies...?”

“Of course! Lets do all sorts of things together! Have you ever been to a theme park? Maybe I can get the eggplant costume and we could both go dressed as vegetables, that’d be fun!” your arm wrapped around his as you walked towards the supermarket.

“I’ve never been to one, no.”

“Then we totally have to go! We could play some video games too! Oh and we definitely need to go to that new crepe place down town, I heard you need a reservation and all!”

“Why do you want to go with me to all those places?” he was honestly confused, he’s been facing so much rejection that this fuzzy feeling in his chest was starting to cause some concern.

“That’s what friends do, right? Besides, I think you’re really cute…maybe…we could…you know…one of those days we go out…only if you’d like of course…we could maybe say it’s a date?” you smiled nervously up at him, he’s never seen such beauty in his entire life, not even the drawing his little brother made for him when they were little was this pretty. “I would like that very much…”

Being the first born of four brothers had its benefits as much as it has its flaws, but tonight he was sure of one thing, he was glad of getting in his little brothers nerves enough to get him to dump him with the cutest girl his eyes had ever lay on.

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mylove-iv · 9 months ago

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⠀𐔌 . ⋮ golden child, lion boy; tell me what it's like to conquer .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ botw! link x fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: when the kingdom goes to war, the goddess's chosen Hero is desperate to keep you safe. in his attempts to give you everything, you gradually became nothing.

genres: angst, romance. | mentions an established relationship, set pre-calamity.

rating: mature, 18+ (mdni).

content warnings: unclear time skips,mild/implied sexual content, slight spoilers (slight canon divergence), (indirect) mentions of war.

reader specifications: reader was detailed to have curves and dips, was also implied that reader wears/uses a silk nightie, no pronouns were used but was written with a female reader in mind.

word count: 1.09k words.

―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, aug. 25, 2023

‎‧₊ part ii ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

Sleep does not come to Link that easily. Despite holding you in his arms as you slept, your warmth did not beckon his eyelids to fall. Instead, he gazes fondly at your sleeping face.

Link's heart soars as a smile tugs at his lips but soon falters as he feels fear creep in. The over-looming threat of the Calamity continuously draws near. Then, the view of you blurs as Link drowns himself in his thoughts.

He hesitates, questioning whether or not his decision is right, if the lack of your say in the matters is the correct thing to do. It feels wrong, a raw disgust filling his veins but his fear overpowers his rationality, rearing its ugly head that Link is forced to look at.

But as he stares into the eyes of the King of Hyrule, he is forced to come to terms that if he refuses the offer, you may be vulnerable to the incoming Calamity’s wrath. And so, Link deludes himself into believing that this is what is necessary to keep you out of harms way.

He’s snapped back into reality as you snuggle further into him, your warmth permeating through his skin and into his soul. Gradually, Link feels his fears melt away. It needs to be done, for no cost is too great to keep you safe. He thinks, hand gently cupping your sleeping face.

“You are dear to me, I don’t want to ever let you go nor would I ever give you up,” Link’s words are hushed—masked as a promise—only heard by the moon and stars above. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead as unshed tears glaze his eyes.

“I want to protect you, I want to guard you from the world that tries to so desperately dim your light—And by the stars, this I promise you for I love you too much.”

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

The move to Castle Town was much livelier than expected. Despite having to tear himself from you due to knightly duties, Link made an effort to always give you his time.

Laughter rings in your new, quaint home, smiles are pressed against each other, you both embrace each other when the moon rises and Link finds it hard to leave your serene hug but he must do what he is bound to and you continuously find yourself awaking to a cold bed.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

As the brightness of Spring quickly passes, Winter arrives, taking all the sweet liveliness of Spring with it, leaving the world—your world—cold and barren as a distance stretches itself between you and Link, your lover returning home more guarded and unreadable as time passes.

He is repeatedly sent on countless missions, tasked with being at the very forefront of wiping out monster and enemy camps. Your heart aches whenever he softly kisses you goodbye, and yet whenever he arrives home safely—alive—you find that the ache in your chest has never left in the first place.

You kiss him passionately, wanting to bruise him so that he wouldn’t be able to forget you. Though now much silent, Link shares the same sentiments as he worships your body, engraving marks reminding you of him into your soft skin that both reassures you and intensifies the longing in your heart.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Time passes and Link steadily climbs the ranks, his time split between fighting at the frontlines and guarding Hyrule’s sole princess.

He’s given a noble title, land to go with it, and prestige. Yet, when you move into the estate he’s given, it doesn’t feel like home, instead it’s cold and barren, devoid of the love you and Link once filled your cozy apartment with.

Your lover dominates high society, titles falling at his feet whenever he’d come home victorious, yet why does it feel like you’ve lost him throughout his feats?

You no longer embrace each other before bed, his side of the bed remaining cold from dusk till dawn, nor does a boyish smile ever grace his face whenever you try to crack a joke, instead you’re only met with his furrowed brows and tired eyes.

Despite how Link has become dismissive and cold, you hold him gently in your arms, bare skin against bare skin and only now do you see that he’s been cracked enough as it is, his heart more shattered than he lets on.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

He envelops you whole, skin feverish as Link’s lips are merciless, leaving no spot of your skin untouched—unmarked—and your heart swells as a small part of you mourns.

“I love you and I will love you as long as I am able to love.” Link whispers, his words soft compared to the blatant sin he commits.

Your eyes flutter to a close, your hand finding home in his hair before you gently tug at his roots, eliciting a satisfying groan from your lover.

“I want everything back, the way it was.” Your words are a breathy as you speak and Link has to resist the urge to capture your lips.

But before you’re able to continue, a quick knock interrupts, breaking the bubble you and your lover were in. “Captain, you are needed.” A man, who you suppose was your lover’s subordinate, stated.

Link’s eyes stay glued to you, committing every slope, dip, and curve of yours to memory. “Is it urgent?” Link mutters loud enough for the man to hear, his blue eyes dark as an ocean’s, and you think that this is how people drown.

A quiet sigh leaves your lips as you go to grab your silken nightie, your body tensing as Link’s bare chest meets your back. He places soft kisses to your bare shoulder before he reaches the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“It’s Princess Zelda, sire, she was reported to be missing and seen on horseback heading to Gerudo.” The kisses on your shoulder ceases, an inaudible curse falling from Link’s lips and before you know it, your lover’s warmth is ripped from your back.

His clothes rustle, almost seeming to mock you and you feel your heart slowly sink again. Link gently cups your face, pivoting slightly so he’s able to see your face. Yet, you avoid his gaze.

Link places a delicate kiss to your forehead, silently promising that he’ll be back soon but yet, he becomes a blind eye to how your eyes dim.

The door shuts behind him and you’re left alone, feeling used and cold. “I want everything back, the way it was.” Tears run down your cheeks as his absence burns a deeper hole into your heart. “But there is no point to it, this wanting.”

#𝐢𝐯'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.°♡༉‧₊#legend of zelda: gallery of the wilds ༉‧₊˚��#legend of zelda #breath of the wild #loz #botw #legend of zelda link x reader #breath of the wild link x reader #loz link x reader #botw link x reader #botw link #botw link angst #botw link fluff #botw link smut #link x reader #link x fem reader #link x you #reader insert

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return-to-twisted-wonderland · 4 months ago

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Ok, idk why this just popped into my head, but enjoy the feels.

One day Peri suddenly sticks with Azul and just helps with anything possible. Azul starts getting uncomfortable cause the tweels don’t cling this much and he’s known them for YEARS. Azul starts getting fed up by the end of the day when Peri shyly opens up. Peri admits they were a little jealous of Azul, cause they felt replaced. But the longer the Leech family was around he came to appreciate just how much Azul does for his family. Peri just wants to thank Azul for putting up with his siblings and thank him for being such a great friend (even if the Octo trio acts like they would drop each other in a heartbeat, we know they care).

Then Peri goes on about how thankful he was when Azul and the tweels took him to the ocean for the first time to re-learn how to handle his merform. And how gorgeous Azul’s octopus form was. Peri is 100% genuine and it throws Azul off. Peri starts going off about how beautiful he thinks Azul’s merform is (Peri had to resist the urge to bite/squeeze the boy). Then Peri just casually brings up all the bullying he went throw about his “ugly” features and how he can’t compare to his brothers, let alone how pretty Azul is.

I can see Azul comforting our baby eel/elver and just being so flustered. Azul can relate to Peridot in a way due to being looked down on for their forms. Now Azul is an adopted sibling, or has a soft spot meant only for Peri (the tweels tease him about this of course).

🎊"Must protect new found sibling at all costs" has been unlocked for Azul! 🎊

Azul's sitting in his office, contemplating things as Peridot naps on the couch: I... was not expecting this.

Floyd: One of us, one of us!

Jade, joins in: One of us, one of us!

Azul, low growl: Both of you knock it off.

#twisted wonderland #return home au #peridot leech #floyd leech #jade leech #azul ashengrotto

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nerdysleepybunny · 2 years ago

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(This is my first time requesting something) I was wondering if you could do a tpn X fem reader (separate ofc )wear the reader likes to play with their hair while cuddling ( fluff plz) 🌈- anon

Of course! Welcome to the clouds, 🌈 anon! Thank you for the request, hope you enjoy! 💕

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Norman, Ray, Emma

Reader: Feminine (she/you)

TW: N/A

Style: Hcs

Summary: how Norman, Ray & Emma react to a reader who likes to play with their hair whilst cuddling

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Norman:

Soft blushy boy. <3

I feel like the feeling of you brushing your fingers through his locks and scratching his scalp is just super relaxing, so he’d definitely fall asleep.

Once he’s asleep put his hair in a ponytail (or, do the best you can with how short his hair is-) and see his reaction when he wakes up!

When he notices he’ll be like 😮😳🥹

He would tackle you but then he’s like “no no no must be gentle with my baby”

“Thank you princess, I love it.” AND THAT CUTE SMILE SKDHAJDNSBX

Many many smooches on both ends. 😭💕

I feel like Norman doesn’t get much physically affection so he absolutely melts whenever you play with his hair.

Just the cutest boy. Protect him at all costs. 🫶🏻

Ray:

If he’s in one of his soft moods he’s laying against you, then he just feels your hand touch the top of his head and he jumps. You think you hurt him or made him uncomfortable and go to move your hand but then he relaxes into you and pulls your hand back. 😭

Whilst you’re playing with his hair he turns to you and tries to look all scary and being like “don’t tell ANYONE about this” but you knowing him just smooch the look off his face and being like “sure”

BLUSHY BLUSHY BOI

Turns back around scoffing but you know he liked it. 💀

Don’t tease him though. He WILL slap you. (Then apologize over and over but don’t tell that to anyone)

If someone walks in or you tell someone about what happened he’ll go full gaslight mode, as a joke of course. Just denying everything even if there’s proof.

Ray: *looking at the picture Emma took of you playing with his hair and him blushing*

Ray: *scoffs* “What is this? This never happened. Something must be wrong with all of you.”

You: *trying not to laugh*

Ray, preparing to slap you if you even dare laugh: *intense side eye*

He likes the affection, just don’t tease or tell others. 😭

Emma:

HERE’S OUR BALL OF SUNSHINE! Quite literally-

She loves loves LOVES it!!

You two are so close that you’re surprised your bodies aren’t morphing together into one.

When she feels your fingers begin to comb through her hair, she’s giggling and leaning into your touch.

She’ll even reach up and play with yours as well!

Safe to say the two of you fell asleep lol.

She’ll let you play with the little strand of hair at the top of her head. That means a lot because she doesn’t let ANYONE touch it. Except you now! :D

You like to curl it around your finger to make it all curly. She hates how weird it looks but lets you keep doing it, just sitting there with a mad pouty face whilst you laugh at her face and her hair. 😭

Poor baby is just like >;( 🥹

She expects MANY smooches when you’re done torturing her.

You know that little braid Emma has in her hair in season 2? You either taught her how to do it or you do the braid for her lol.

“Y/NNNNN, MAKE MY HAIR LOOK COOL!” The girl whined and wouldn’t shut up till you agreed to style her hair. There wasn’t many options due to how short it was, but you finally decided a little side braid would look nice. She loved it so so much that she had you restyle it whenever the braid comes out. :D

She’ll literally be so sad when it came out for the first time thinking it would never be replaceable. She would’ve actually started crying if you didn’t tell her you can do it again. 😭

“Y/N THE BRAID CAME OUT!!"

“Calm down princess I can braid your hair again..”

“REALLY?! :0”

“Yes now stay still.”

You smooched the tears off her cheeks and restyled her hair, meaning happy Emma. :D

“THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH!!”

“Shut up Emma.”

“NO YOU SHUT UP RAY, Y/N IS THE BEST PERSON IN THE UNIVERSE!”

“Ray is right Emma, you are being a bit loud..”

“NORMAAAAN, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE!”

“Lower your voice, Em.”

“Anything for you Y/N! :D”

Emma’s a simp lmfao.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

The ask didn’t specify which tpn characters they wanted so I just went with the trio, but if you have any other characters in mind just send in another ask! 💕

#bun writes #the promised neverland #tpn x reader #tpn ray #tpn norman #tpn isabella #tpn emma #tpn krone #bun asks

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followafallingstar · 4 months ago

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You meet Michael again - Cordelia

Summary: The oldest archangel had been keeping a good eye on you the last few days, making sure you weren't in any trouble yet you popped up at the one place where he didn't want you. At the bunker. Pairing: Michael/female Reader, Michael/ Witch Disclaimer/ Trigger Warning: soulmate au, Stalking, Mention of stalking, invasion of privacy

Soulmate au: God created a soulmate for each one of his children. For angels finding their soulmate is one of the most honorable tasks they could achieve due to the amount of luck they must have since the soul of a human mate can be sent to earth at any time during the existence of humanity. But when an angel does meet their other half their loyalty to god switches to their mate, protecting them at all costs. Feelings such as love and lust are only acceptable and archivable for angels when they meet their soulmate and that only to the mate too so acts of unloyalty or cheating don’t exist in their world.

Tagged <3: @elf-punk

While he had found out by now that you are no ordinary human he had hoped that you were part of the people that studied magic out of curiosity and not a need to protect themselves. Well, he was wrong. Oddly he and Lucifer ended up being part of the Whinchster's little group since they started searching for his father causing him to permanently stay at the bunker.

While preparing for an upcoming hunt with the Winchesters, he noticed that the soft voice of the person on the other side of the bunker sounded too much like you. It had to be you. He immediately walked towards the direction, opened the door to the library, and interrupted the conversation that had been going on between you and Sam. "Cora?" he called your name. Your eyebrows shot up, remembering the voice of the man who had approached you a few days ago at the beach.

"Hello, Michael" You answer but not understanding why he was here or why exactly he looked so panicked. "How do you know Sam Winchester?" What an odd question considering you and your sisters have been in touch with the hunter brothers since the early stage of their little adventure of finding their father, sometimes helping each other out here and there. You weren't sure if you should tell him the truth considering you barely knew him and the fact that he dared to talk to you as if you owed him an answer. It made you feel like throwing a fireball right in his face, not that you knew that he was pretty much invisible and would a hundred percent correct you on your improper stance.

But considering he was with the boys you knew that he must be somewhat trustworthy you answer "We are friends". He didn't like the answer at all, companionship with the two was always bound to some trouble and anyone who is slightly involved with the brother's lives must have some kind of connection to the great plan of his father, and maybe it wasn't a coincidence that you were already linked into his path. There is just one thing that bugs him when he thinks about it: the danger. His life as a warrior had taught him many things and one of them is that the future he desired so much, the future with you, his true vessel Dean, and his father back in his life was something he would probably not get so easily. But there must be a reason why you suddenly popped up out of nowhere even though you were there the whole time, right under his nose.

After Sam's rough explanation of why you were involved with them, meaning trying to answer all of Michaels's annoying and creepy questions such as: Where have you met each other? What did you say to him? Why did you think it would be a good idea to even talk to them? Is your friendship on a physical contact basis? Why would you choose this kind of life when you could be…Safe? And even after answering all of them, surely not without raising Sam's suspicion on the archangel's sudden extreme interest in you, he was still convinced that it was his duty to make sure that not one hair would be plugged from your pretty little head.

Later on, he watched you silently as you laid the lilac potion that would help them in their next hunt, on the table with the instruction written neatly on a medium-sized paper. Your delicate hands wrapped around the pen as you added some notes to it and handed them to Michael. He inspected your handwriting, cursive, hard to read yet there was an organized aspect of it, as if you had written the words countless times over and over. "I will keep it safe" the blue feathered angel replied. As you were about to leave he added a few words "Cora, I want to know where I could find you. For the potions". Smooth. Indeed smooth. Of course, he knew where you lived and where he could find you but that doesn't mean he will risk you getting skeptical of his behavior if he starts appearing out of nowhere before your door. You should feel like it was your doing, free will, that was what every human wanted and even if it isn't what he knew is true, it doesn't mean he will destroy your dream. If you wanted it. He will give it to you.

"Here" you handed him a small teleportation rune drawn on a paper. He nodded, knowing that he would never use it but keep it close. One last smile was what you flashed him before disappearing before his eyes once again. He noticed that you have a habit of running away from him. That must be changed.

#supernatural #castiel #lucifer supernatural #michael supernatural #michael x reader #spn michael #lucifer x mc #spn lucifer #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn fanfic #spn #team free will #spnfandom #spnadam #archangel michael

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hisokas-toybox · 2 years ago

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Headcanons Series: The Zoldyck children and their sibling dynamics. Part 1 - Illumi

Togashi has already given us this image

Which gives us an insight into how some of the Zoldycks relate to one another. But it doesn't give us much depth or detail to really sink our teeth into. In fact, according to this most of the siblings have no relationships to each other at all!

So, I'm going to post a series of my own headcanons about how the Zoldyck children are most likely to interact with/view each other and what their early interactions might have looked like too. These are not explicitly canon but are based mostly off what we've seen in the various anime and manga, plus some little bits of inspiration here and there from fanfic/fanart I've enjoyed along the way. I'll make a new post for each child, looking from their POV at the relationships they have with each sibling from eldest to youngest.

Illumi

Milluki - I feel these two probably have the most "normal" sibling dynamic of the Zoldyck children. I don't think they particularly like each other or have much in common but they're old enough to tolerate each other and work together in a give/take way when needed. In the current timeline, I feel Illumi probably views Milluki as "fat and lazy" and "lacking the discipline needed to be a great assassin."

As children however, Illumi would have been young when Milluki was born. He probably wasn't responsible for raising/training Milluki the way he would be with his other siblings. He therefore, probably doesn't think of Milluki as his responsibility as much as he does the other kids (hence why I think they have the most normal sibling dynamic). I can easily imagine that when Milluki was born, little Illumi would have been jealous of his new brother. Before Milluki there was ONLY Illumi, and I can imagine he would have struggled to adjust to suddenly having to share his parents attention (even if it was negative attention in the form of brutal training) and probably made it his goal to be better than Milluki at everything. Aggressively so, to the point that now, the two are still nothing alike and Illumi still, as an adult, looks down on Milluki as the "disappointment" compared to the rest of his family though he probably doesn't even realise why or where that need to be better than Milluki comes from.

Killua - We know the most about this one, so I'll try to keep it short! Illumi feels VERY protective of Killua. We know he was like a second father to Killua, training him and spending lots of time raising him. Illumi's parents clearly value Killua the most of all their children. And given that Illumi is so desperate to impress/please his parents and looks up to them as his idols, he follows whatever beliefs they hold without question. They say Killua is the most special golden boy? Must be true. And therefore, Illumi must prove himself by being the very best trainer/mentor/guardian/protector Killua could ever have! No matter the cost! With the age gap between Illumi and Killua being much bigger than between him and Milluki, Illumi had some time to mature a bit and so felt more secure and less jealous of Killua taking his parents attention away than he did with Milluki. At some point, I think Illumi even grew a genuine soft spot for Killua. Illumi appreciated that Killua was inquisitive and eager to learn, he learned quickly too, but most notably, Killua was and still is stubborn and sassy. Sometimes this could be annoying, but mostly I imagine Illumi secretly enjoyed Killua's cheeky side (Neither he nor Milluki had ever dared be rude to the butlers or worse their parents, so Killua's nerve was fascinating). Prior to Killua learning nen, the power difference between the two meant that even if Killua did cross a line it was easy for Illumi to put him in his place, so he maybe allowed a little more than he should've just because he enjoyed the novelty of Killua's attitude (bonus headcanon - younger Illumi and Killua teaming up to prank Milluki as part of Killua's "stealth training" ). Things are much sadder now from Illumi's POV. Killua is terrified of Illumi. And seemingly, hates him and wants nothing more than get away from him. When Gon said that line about Illumi not being qualified to be Killua's brother? Yeah. Illumi played it cool, but that HURT. Illumi wants Killua to be safe, more than anything and is no doubt worried about him all the time he's away from home doing God knows what. The needle he used on Killua was harsh and nasty but it was done out of (twisted) love and an attempt to protect his little brother. (That was not short! I have a lot of feelings about Illumi!!!)

Alluka - Again, Illumi believes his parents word to be gospel on this one. Not a single original thought in his head regarding her at all. He was told she wasn't human. Believes that and so doesn't treat or view her as a person. Makes no attempt to bond with her like he did with Killua, studied her and experimented with her when her powers and the limits/consequences weren't entirely clear. Just like his parents, he doesn't fully understand her abilities/underlying humanity and fears her (and he rarely fears anything). He shuns her and allows her to be locked away. He even tries to kill her to protect Killua (and a lot of other people including himself, but mostly Killua) from the fallout of her powers. Now he does know all the rules/conditions of her ability he wants to be able to use it and control it for himself (her ability - again he has no attachment to her whatsoever) but knows Killua is protecting her and Illumi won't act against Killua (not his favourite sibling!) So he's likely just busying himself with other things for now.

Kalluto - Once again, Illumi is the 3rd parent to this sibling! And though Kalluto isn't as sassy/entertaining or spirited as Killua was, Illumi has a soft spot for Kalluto too. He sees Kalluto is much more quiet, serious and obedient and doesn't need much babysitting compared to Killua. I actually think Illumi sees a lot of himself in Kalluto so he's quite protective and fond of him (maybe even a little bit affectionate??) In Illumi's mind Kalluto is Baby, and probably always will be even when he's an adult!

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh character analysis #hxh headcanons #mine #yes a genuinely original post by me #a rare occurance #Illumi #Milluki #Killua #Alluka #Kalluto #zoldyck siblings #part one

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malisorn · 2 years ago

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⚔ || 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝

Pairing | Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary | May the Smith mends the bond that he broke far too long and forges you back to him with a longing promise ๋࣭ ⭑

Warnings & Suggestions | Fluff, Angst, Comfort, Messy Translation, Aemond rizzing reader up, Reader is a caretaker of a dragon and a relative of the Dragonkeeper but there are no physical description of her

Notes | The translation of English and High Valyrian is like a death trial. I pick up the grammar from Duolingo and mashed them up with website's translation.

The first time Aemond met you, he was merely a boy of three and ten. He didn't know what crossed his mind at that moment. Perhaps he just wanted to have his own dragon like his brothers and his nephews or maybe it was “The Pink Dread”. He walked down the tunnel of the pit as everything got darker and warmer. He would claim whichever dragon he encountered, but instead he came to face Dreamfyre. One second, he was falling to his knees thinking the stranger had come to take his life, but a moment later, a girl of his age dragged him out of the tunnel, saving his life.

“Bē morghūlis” He almost died. You were talking to a member of the Dragonkeepers. Aemond couldn't pick up exactly on what you said, he had yet to master High Valyrian, only knew the basic instructions and a few commands. To be fair, he didn't have a father to teach him and his mother barely embraced Targaryen customs. But he heard you call the older man “Kepus'', which means father's brother. Now, it makes sense why your High Valyrian is so fluent. You are a niece of the Dragonkeeper Elder. They exclusively spoke High Valyrian and served their loyalty only to the House of the Dragon. Aemond looked down at the floor. He knew he was in great trouble, until he felt your touch on each of his shoulders, “Dōro bartoso iksā” You are brainless. What did you just say to him? He assumed from your expressions, soft and understanding. Were you comforting him? Before he could ask you, he was guarded back to The Red Keep.

His mother was furious as she tried to comfort him. She promised she would seek justice from the King and that her son must never be a joke to poke at. That night, he cried himself to sleep with all the humiliation flowing through him. His mother insisted on him to never set foot on the Dragonpit again and that one day he would have his own dragon.

And he did. He gained himself a dragon, but at what cost? His left eye was slashed, yet he had to face the reality that it was an even exchange. It was not, he lost half of himself that night. The sight of him frightened girls and boys his age. His mother allowed him to visit Dragonpit later but only under the protection of Kingsguards. He saw you again when he went there with Helaena to claim a dragon. From the look on your face, you were rather fascinated than frightened. You ran up to him, started questioning him but he couldn't understand you. When you realize the barrier of a language between you two, you repeat the most obvious word “Eye, Eye, Eye”. Aemond took an offense from that “Shut up” He thought you were making fun of him, immediately left to stay in the carriage the whole time while Helaena finally claimed the she-dragon, Dreamfyre.

He would accompany his brother or his sister to the Dragonpit from time to time. While the first few impressions between him and you didn't come close to good at all, he would learn that you are actually quite fun to be around. He took High Valyrian lessons very strictly, memorizing as many terms of each word as much as possible. Your conversation started to go somewhere, he learnt to ask for your name in High Valyrian just as you learnt to ask for his in the common tongue. You are preparing to be a caretaker of the Dragons. It was a difficult process but you were chosen by your uncle due to how you manage to be gentle and understanding, especially with young dragons.

“Vhagar rōva issa” Vhagar is big. He opened his arms wide to let you see how big she is. “Bōsa se drāñe” Long and wide. He continued to describe her to you as you clapped in excitement. “Rōva Vhagar! Rōva Vhagar jorraēlan!” Big Vhagar! I love big Vhagar! You giggle together, his mother suggested him to find someone to talk to rather than hiding in his chamber. She knew he needed someone to listen. “We” you pointed to yourself then him, “Ride” taking his hands in yours “Together?” and tighten your hold on his. “Yes” A simple answer that brightens your whole face. “Hēnkirī Kipili?” We ride together? You pointed to yourself and him again, he nodded in agreement “Hēnkirī” Together.

While your friendship with the prince started to improve, he suddenly vanished out of your life after that day. He knew you were waiting for him every time the carriage arrived at the Dragonpit. The thing is, you appeared at the very vulnerable times of his life, the part he hated the most, the deep core of his weakness, he doesn't want to be weak anymore. Aemond believes that by cutting off any resemblance to his past, he would feel better as he turned into a person he never thought existed in him. He became a vengeful man full of rage and a thirst for blood. Abandoned the friendship you built together. But instead of you becoming a forgotten memory, you still wander in his mind sometimes, most of the time.

Dragonpit became one of his least favorite places after all the memories that taunted him, but at the same time, it's also the place he longed for the most. Although he didn't longed for a dragon anymore, he already claimed one and paid a great price for it. Instead, he longed for you. He has heard about you, how you become skillful at your position, taking care of each dragon in great detail. But he never order your attendance for Vhagar, he even forbidden from allowing you close to his dragon, despite knowing the obsession that you have with Big Vhagar. Aegon even talked of you, once, a pretty face wasted her years sunken in a pit.

At the darkest night, Aemond found himself thinking of you more and more. He imagined how your voice would've sound like, how tall you could've been, how fluent you would be in common tongue now. The grip that you have on him has never been loosened, if it ever did, it only seems to tighten more.

So he swallowed his pride as he stands here in the Dragonpit, at the same place but over half a decade different. Looking for you, many thoughts crossed his mind. Wondering if you have forgotten about him, unable to recognize your short-time companion anymore, or do you still remember him in great detail just as he did of you, angry at the sight of him and banishing him away. He wasn't sure if that was really you, a beauty standing with a bucket in each of your hands, a newly born dragon on your shoulder. You looked as if you're a Dragon goddess coming to life. “Sȳz Taoba, Morghul” Good boy, Morghul. You compliment the little dragon and he nods in pride as you feed him more fish, clapping at his wits.

When Aemond gets closer, you look up to him. He didn't know if it was surprise, displeasure or delight in your expression, a combination of all even. “Dārilaros” Prince. Your voice has matured and deepened through years, “Ruklītsos” Little Flower. A name he once heard your uncle called you. “Are you here to claim another dragon? Is one not enough for you?” the way your tone changed into bitterness blew away all his pride, but at the same time, he's quite impressed by your common tongue. “I am here to see my childhood companion” when he noticed the way your head tilted, he knew he better be careful with his next words. “I have not met her for so long, but she has grown into a lovely woman, a smart one too I've heard” you stand up with the little dragon in your hand. “A childhood companion you've neglected” A sly tone through your words to see if he can go anywhere from this. “I have not said it was you-”

“There's no any other childhood companion of yours other than me” If someone heard, they would've call you out to respect the prince. Before he could answer, you paced to the tunnel of the pit. He quickly followed you before he realized where he was heading to, until the darkness took over and suddenly he was three and ten, facing Dreamfyre again. Except this time, he was facing you. “Are you well? Aemond” you noticed the way he turned still “Aemond, sȳz iksā?” Aemond, are you well? Instead of answering you, he took a step back and left. He left you again.

It was a bad reunion after being apart for so long. You have changed and so did he. He shouldn't be a fool to think you could be friends again. That night, he thinks of all his life decisions. How stupid it is to end your friendship when everything goes well. He was a fool to treat you that way and to ignore you even when his sister told him that you have asked about him endlessly. Would it be possible for your friendship to heal its wound which he caused? “May the Smith mends the bond that has been broken far too long and forges us back as we have always meant to be together” That night he hopes to wake up with the strength of The Warrior to face you again.

As the sun rises in the east, he thinks of you as he eats, he imagines you as he reads and he finds himself on a journey to the Dragonpit again. There's a feeling enlightened inside of him, an affection he has not felt since he was a boy. A feeling of hope, excitement and wish that died when his eye was taken away.

The last interaction you two had before he completely disappeared from your life was one of the happiest he felt before he shut himself down from everyone. This was the moment he became merciless while you grew to be nurturing and forgiving. He waited until you walked out with loads of food in your hands. Dragons are rarely sick, but their need for food to survive is one of the most important things. They eat a lot and some of them do not hunt, especially the young ones. Your job was to make sure they ate well and remained at a balanced weight. “Skorkydoso iksā?” How are you? When he catches your attention, he gets closer. You step back, “Lenton jagon” Go home. It's no wonder you're mad at him, he is also mad at himself but he is trying to fix it. “Daor” No, he said firmly, opening his palm to reveal a gift he prepared for you. A golden ring shaped like a dragon's body, the head and the tail ended with a precious stone placed in the middle. “Daor” No, you make sure to say it the same way he did. “I will leave you alone but you must take this first” He tried to convince you but you didn't react in any motion so he continued “Vhagar wanted you to have this”. That seemed to convince you. You took the ring from his palm and took a closer look at all the details. “Fine” You said to him and he took your hand back, putting a ring on your finger. “Take this as a promise” He placed a kiss on your knuckles. Never in his life would he try to be this romantic, especially in public. Expecting to see a loving stare from you, instead you raised your eyebrows and took your hand from him. “Now, go home”.

He returned to Red Keep in a lighter mood. Is it possible to wed you? Would his mother give him her blessing? You have been living close to Dragonpit for so long with your uncle, he was a senior member and very trusted by his family. While your uncle swore his oath, you have yet to do the same.

Today, you didn't bring yourself to forgive him yet, he understood that it would take time but it needs to be quicker. He paced back and forth, thinking of how he could have your mercy. To give you what he has promised since that day.

He didn't bother you for a few days, keep it all to himself. His mother noticed the change in his behavior, how he wasn't “himself” from time to time. He finds thousands of reasons as his excuses, “I've changed” he once said to her and her expression was concerned.

As afternoon passed, he prepared to give you a surprise that would reunite the two of you after being apart for so long. He was dressed in leather, the weather would be colder, there might even be rain. Instead of taking a carriage like he used to. He took a horse instead and headed to where he had always found you. You were putting on a cloak, preparing to go somewhere else. “Vhagar is sick, she needs your help” His heart beaten, it's really happening. “Big Vhagar is sick?” You still remember, calling his dragon Big Vhagar as a reminder as if it's not the most noticeable trait. “Yes, she needs your help” his voice was heavy and you immediately fell for it. He seated you in front of him as he took you to Vhagar's lair. It was far outside the city to prevent any damage possible. Your back against his chest, you two were so close yet there's still a gap that killed him slowly.

When you arrived, you were amazed by the size of Vhagar. She really is big. You instantly take a look around Vhagar to see if there were any injuries, but there was nothing. “Liar” You called Aemond. “I could take your tongue for that, girl” Did he just threaten you? No, he meant to jest, he hoped you understood his intention. “I fear no knives” Your tone was ignited in flame, he had thought before that if you were a Targaryen, you would be unstoppable. There's already too much fire flowing in your blood.

“Are you meant to hurt me? Fooling me here to kill me?” He doesn't understand why you would think of that. “Never, I wanted us alone together, that's all” he noticed the ring on your finger, “You wear my ring” taking ahold of your hand. “Why wouldn't I?” Aemond didn't take his gaze from you. “Why did you leave me? after that night, why?” your voice weaken, “I waited moons and years! you just stopped and never returned to me” he can hear the sadness through your voice and see the tears on your pretty face. “I was protecting you” his excuse annoyed you even more. You came close to him and gripped his arms, “From what?” Your face and his were close, “From me” But instead of getting any closer, you push him away. “Then why did you come back? to hurt me?” He cornered after you into the cave. It was dark and warm. “To do as I promised you” In the darkness, you can feel his face close to yours. “A Promise?” you whisper, “Don't you remember?” He holds your face in his hands “Hēnkirī Kipili” We ride together.

Aemond holds your body as the two of you mount atop of Vhagar. The sun was about to set with the sky brightening in red, white and blue. With Aemond's command, Vhagar rises from the sandy beach. You screamed from the thrill through your body. As the sky got closer and closer, you clutched his hand hard and looked at him. Is this the moment when it happened? While he was composed on whether he should do it or not, you kissed him straight away. It was a release after years of resistance and avoidance. High up here in the sky, no one can see or judge him and you. He felt like himself again, but not like he was beaten to weakness anymore. With you, everything was at peace, he would shield you from the ruthless world and fly across the known world to give you everything.

When Vhagar landed, you were in delightful. Stroking the rough skin of the she-dragon. “Kirimvose, rōva Vhagar” Thank you, big Vhagar. Turning to Aemond, “I have not fully forgiven you” You seat yourself on horseback, return to the city with your childhood friend and likely, your lover.

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