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@Teru Minamoto . . . (*´-｀*)

Tags: FLUFF + MAJOR ANGST, Teru x f!apparition!reader, you’re both 17, THE WHOLE TEXT, doesn’t follow tbhk lore (but it follows most apparition laws) SPOILER WARNING

A/N: Hi bbgs, I’m so so so sorry for just disappearing for months :(((( I was really really busy, and I have been super stressed all the time. I’ve scheduled a psych consultation and I’m trying to give myself a break. I also didn’t enjoy writing for a while so I hope this would give me what I need. This prompt just came to me, and I just love it so much. Teru is literally MY bf 🩷🩷🩷 I will be answering everything in my inbox on a post after this, thank you so much for 400+ followers!!! I love you all 🤤

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I. Friends . . . ?

You don’t exactly know when this ‘friendship’ came to be, but here you were, swinging your feet while sitting on the table he was working at. He seemed so focused on the documents. What you didn’t know was, he would take small glances at you every chance he could.

He’d look at you out of the corner of his eyes, he could see your smile, the way your legs swung, and he could hear your quiet humming to a familiar soothing tune. For a guy who claimed to be from a family of great exorcists, he had a hard time even beginning to imagine exorcising you.

“Teru-kun..” You softly called out. “What?” He spoke a bit harshly, he didn’t even bother looking at you. Teru had to act nonchalant and a bit cruel, he didn’t want you to think that he had a soft spot for you that grew over the course of a few years.

“Do you remember when we first met?” You giggled softly as you spoke. Vague, yet meaningful questions, those were the ones that you’d always ask him randomly. And you’d deliver it with that cute smile of yours, god.. how he hated it.

“Yes, why?” He replied, still not turning to face you. “Why didn’t you exorcise me then?” That question made the blood rush to his face, which in turn, made you laugh. “Teruuu!! You’re all red!”

“Shut up.” He huffed as he continued reviewing the documents. The grumpy student council president really didn’t want to show you that he had grown fond of you, but you knew deep down that he had a weak spot and that you were the one poking at it.

. . .

After he finished reviewing and correcting the documents, he cleaned and packed up. He walked towards the door, but just as he was about to exit, he looked back. “Do you.. want to walk with me to the gates?” He asked you.

“Yes please!” You replied cheerfully.

Teru knew that you couldn’t leave the school, you were bound to it for some reason. He’s asked you multiple times, but every time you’d shut it down. No matter how much he revamped the question, you just wouldn’t answer.

. . .

The two of you walked toward the school’s gates. As you got to the edge, he awkwardly smiled and looked back. He stood beyond the gates, and you stood inside. You faced each other as the wind blew gently. “See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow Teru-Kun.” You smiled softly. As he turned away to walk home, you tried to reach out for him to no avail. You couldn’t leave the school, this is your home, your place, where you were . . .

II. Bound . . .

TW: Murder

The year was 1972, you were 17 years old, top of your class, and student council president at Kamome High School. Of course you were aware of the apparitions that roamed the corners of the school, you weren’t stupid after all, but you also weren’t heartless. You refused or shunned any act of exorcism until an apparition openly harms someone.

You would often help out students who had problems with the apparitions that strode along the halls of the school. They were successfully encouraged to be kinder, and open their eyes to the supernatural’s presence. Apparitions weren’t something to be afraid of, for the most part, they did no harm. Co-existence was practicable.

Students and apparitions walked the halls freely. It was a peaceful time in Kamome High. Everyone knew you and had grown fond of you, their smart, kind, and thoughtful council president. All but one person was happy with everything—the secretary.

“I’m tired of this.” The secretary angrily declared as she stood up from her seat and banged her palms on the table. She had called a private meeting in the council’s room, just the two of you, which you happily agreed to.

You kept a worried expression on your face, standing at the end of the table with your hands behind you. “Tired of what?” You asked softly and politely. “I’m tired of following you around!!” She yelled. “Be friends with the apparitions?! You just want everyone to think that you’re this good girl!!” She then pulled out a knife from under the table and looked at you with a horrible amount of blood lust.

She ran straight towards you with the knife securely in her hands as she cursed “If you love this school and apparitions so much then die here and become one!!!” You tried to stop her by holding her wrist, but she twisted her arm and that gave her access to stabbing you in the stomach multiple times. That was it.. you were meant to lead a great life. You had everything, now you had nothing.. you couldn’t even see the people you loved one last time.

After that day, rumors had spread that it was an apparition that killed you. It hurt you deeply, and so you decided to hide in a closet in the student council room, sleeping for decades. Maybe that’s how it was supposed to go, maybe you were meant to die to be able to meet . . .

III. Minamoto Teru . . .

2011, 39 years after your murder, Minamoto Teru was roaming around the school. The Minamoto clan was well renowned for exorcism, which earned them a high status among those who believed in the apparitions, and so, he was permitted by the school’s head to be inside the campus before the school year had started.

He could sense an apparition in the room beside him. Teru immediately entered, ready to exorcise, but he saw nothing. He began searching around the room, after a while, he decided to open a large closet. Your eyes widened as you came face to face with him.

Teru was stunned as he saw you. He had never seen an apparition that only seemed a few years older than him. “Y– you’re a child..” He spoke softly.

Despite claiming to hate supernaturals, he just couldn’t wrap his head around exorcising you. “If you’re going to exorcise me, please do it quickly..” You spoke softly. Your words made him freeze, you sounded so sad.

“I’m not going to exorcise you.” He scoffed. Teru tried to put on a brave face, no one can see him go soft. He may have been handsome and charming, but he sure wasn’t vulnerable. “I’ll let you stay but you have to do things for me, got that?” You just nodded in response.

After that day, the two of you were inseparable in school. You made sure no one else saw you but him, only Teru had that privilege.

You would always do what he asked, but most of the time, you were cheeky with his requests. The both of you grew fond of each other. Sometimes, he’d be sweet. Teru would stay in school late most days just to spend more time with you, he’d tell his friends he just has to fix some documents, look for a book in the library, or any other excuse.

. . .

There were times where you’d catch him with other girls, mainly trying to boost the positive feedback on his persona. People loved that he was smart, charming, helpful, handsome, and kind, he was the whole package!

He’d never admit it but he’d rather spend all that time with you, just you and him. He wanted to be able to bring you to his favorite places, but he doubts that he’d ever be able to do that.

. . .

Decades after the start of your slumber, it was Minamoto Teru that woke you up. He hated having to leave you in school every night, he wishes he could break the . . .

IV. Curse . . .

Now back to the present, 2014, although Teru wasn’t aware of the ‘curse’ you had, he knew that there was something that was preventing you from leaving the school, a boundary or a curtain perhaps..

This day was no different than any other since he met you. He saw you the moment he saw the school, you were standing after the gate with a huge grin on your face. “Good morning Teru-kun!” You greeted politely as he walked in with his brother.

He smiled softly at your greeting, you were just so.. cute!! Sometimes, he couldn’t help but smile a bit at your words, your tone, your smile, just.. everything about you made him happy too. He patted your head and greeted you back “Good morning..”

You can’t even call her a cute name? God Teru! You’re such a coward!!

Those were the thoughts that ran through his brain. He desperately wanted to be more open, yet he also wanted to act strong. His iron mask shall never falter, not even for you. But then, you gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, as a good morning maybe??? So he could change... just a bit for you.

He blushed profusely and looked at you as his brother was walking away, he was glad that Kou didn’t see what you had done. “W— what..?” You just smiled as he turned into a blushing mess.

. . .

During his lunch break, he sat with you in a locked area in the school. Of course he had the key to it, he was the student council president after all! He couldn’t take his mind off the fact that you weren’t able to leave the school, he also knew so little about you, but you probably knew so much about him. It always shocked him how much you really knew.

“Teru-kun.. are you okay?” You questioned, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Yeah.. yes! I’m okay..” He replied. “You seem to have something on your mind..” You spoke softly. Was she worried? I’m so excited.. she’s so cute! What??? Shut up. I’m rambling.. talk to her before she gets suspicious!!!!

“I know you don’t like to talk about it… but.. how did you become an apparition? W— why can’t you leave the school?” He stammered a bit. Please.. tell me the truth..

You sighed and finally decided to tell him what had happened, and the exact words the secretary said before you died. He looked at you, his expression had a mix of shock and worry. You made it so hard to be nonchalant and a bit cruel.

He got closer beside you and wrapped an arm around your waist, hugging you closely to his side without uttering a word. You found his gesture to be sweet even if he didn’t say a thing, you knew that it was already a big thing for him to give you physical affection.

You leaned your head on his shoulder in an intimate yet chaste display of affection. I just wish I could break the curse.. he thought to himself. Just this one thing in his life.. he just wanted this one thing to go as he wants it to.

“Do you know if you can break the curse?” He asked softly. “I don’t know.. I’ve never tried.” You spoke.

. . .

Throughout that week, the both of you tried and tried different techniques to get you out of the school. He tried pulling you out, carrying you out, rushing you out.. but nothing seemed to work. The both of you were tired.

You stood face-to-face, him being beyond the gate, looking down at you with sad eyes.

“I wish I was born the same year as you..” You mumbled as you started to cry softly. “What? Why?” He asked worriedly running up to you and hugging you. “Shh.. don’t cry..”

“Then I would still be a human.. and you wouldn’t have to stay in this school all the time..” You sobbed as he wiped your tears away with his thumbs. You hugged him back, crying, crying, and crying. He sighed and picked you up as you just kept crying. He went back to the council’s room with you in his arms.

“You’ll be leaving after your third year and I’ll.. still be here.” You mumbled as he placed you on the table, wiping your tears again. “It’s much more dangerous to be a human y’know?” He tried to soothe you stupidly.

“But.. at least I’d get to be with you.” You replied as you sniffled. He chuckled at your words and expression, trying to look unaffected. “You’re so sweet for me..”

That night, he stayed at school, it may have been unconventional, but he just couldn’t bear to leave you, it was all too much… maybe if we wait, things may . . .

V. Change . . .

This chapter follows after Aoi’s death (Listen to Fortnight while reading this).

Something felt different today.. it felt like I was being called back to the Far Shore. I can’t go back.. not now..

You decided not to tell Teru, you didn’t want him to worry. The day went on as expected, he had his classes, he spent time with you, and now, he was about to go home. But then, you stepped past the gate “Teru..” you mumbled softly.

He was ecstatic to finally see you out the gate. “H— how..?” You finally got out.. after years he was going to be able to take you out, he could show you his favorite places, and possibly gain something more. You smiled softly and hugged him.

. . .

Every day, the call back to the Far Shore got stronger and stronger. You still haven’t told Teru. It’s been weeks since you could first go out. You stayed at his house, locked up in his room when his parents were home.

He told you that he’d take you to a garden today, one of the few things you told him about yourself is how much you missed the prefecture. Now that you could go out, he wants to show you all of it. “Let’s go?”

“Mhm!” You replied. He smiled at your sweet hum. You’ve never seen him so happy before. This was a side of him that only you saw. He could be nice and he could be mean, it depended on his mood. But he always tried to be nice to you, you were just too important to him.

. . .

You walked side by side, he had the urge to hold your hand, it was just too tempting. The both of you had been more intimate before, but it felt so different this time. “Can I.. hold your hand?” He asked you politely.

The way he looked at you, it was as if he was seeing the stars for the first time. You looked up at him and smiled softly, grabbing his hand in the process. His fingers laced with yours and he gave your hand a small squeeze. “You’re so cute..”

“T— thank you..” You spoke softly as butterflies swarmed your stomach. The both of you walked through the busy streets happily. He would squeeze your hand on occasion, he loves reminding himself that you’re holding each other’s hands.

. . .

You finally arrive at the garden, it was beautiful. The grass was green and happy, the flowers were bright and beautiful, everything was perfect. Being able to share it with Teru made it all better.

“It’s beautiful Teru-kun!!” He just stared at you as you looked in awe of everything. He loved seeing you so happy, ‘living’ your childhood, and enjoying. You kept showing him random things as he smiled at you, keeping a tight grip on your hand. “Look Teru, the pink flower is so pretty!!”

It was ironic really, you were prettier than any flower he’s ever seen. He finally stopped you and held you by the waist with one hand with his other still not letting go of yours. “I love you..” He spoke softly as he looked down at you. That was all he needed to say.

You looked up at him, dumbfounded. You love me? How could someone like you love me..? As these thoughts circled your mind, the call to go back to the Far Shore got exponentially strong. You were starting to disappear..

Teru looked at you, scared, scared that the person he had just confessed to would disappear forever. “Don’t leave me now..” He pleaded as he held you tightly. “Teru..” You spoke softly as you started to cry.

“Teru I love you..”

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hi! can I request dazai and fyodor with reader who’s outsmarted them? reader is incredibly smart and nearly reaches their iq level. thank you in advance <33

while i do love writing these kinds of things, i absolutely suck at writing smart people 🥲 i hope y'all enjoy these small snippets regardless bahaha

reader is heavily inspired by makima for dazai's part bc i'm obsessed with her

pov. you outsmarted them feat. dazai & fyodor

genre. drabble

warnings. reader being manipulative, but it's merely implied

𝘿𝘼𝙕𝘼𝙄 𝙊𝙎𝘼𝙈𝙐

The first time Dazai laid his eyes upon you was in the middle of the night, moon high above Yokohama and the sea breeze sending a shiver down his spine. The abandoned warehouse was empty save for you sitting on the ground and the infamous man-eating tiger resting his head on your lap; he was a mere boy. Judging by the way you're dressed ㅡ white blouse, black tie, a trenchcoat and a pair of slacks ㅡ one would assume you were a member of the Port Mafia, but no, Dazai knew better.

You stroked your fingers through Atsushi's hair, the young boy unconscious on your lap but there was a satisfied smile upon his lips. "So you came at last," you spoke in tender tones and exhaled softly before your eyes settled upon the brunette's figure. "I fear you're a tad bit too late, Dazai."

Dazai's eyes hardened. Never had he ever seen you before nor had he given away the sound of his name, and yet, you seemed to know the very essence his failed soul was made of. The thrill running down his spine was exhilarating as it was terrifying. "I don't recall introducing myself to a pretty lady like you. Care to enlighten me, belladonna?"

Gently, you placed Atsushi's head on the hardened pavement before two men, dressed just like you, took the boy away. Tilting your head to the side with a smile, you looked up at Dazai with distance in your eyes. "It's only polite to know the name of the man who wanted to have the tiger boy, as well. I would've expected you saw this coming, but this surprised look on your face suits you, Dazai," you humorlessly chuckle to yourself and shrug your shoulders nonchalantly.

"I'm [Name] and this boy is Atsushi, my little pet," you explained like it was the most normal thing in the world and continued after a brief pause. "A little bird told me that a man-eating tiger was on the loose and once I followed your steps to Yokohama, I knew who the tiger was. But worry not, I treat all of my pets very well."

Were those two strange men your so-called pets as well? Whatever the case was, Dazai sensed no lie in your words and although you were genuine, something in his mind told him to keep you at a safe distance. Access to governmental information, seeing through his plan to catch the tiger in this very warehouse, but being a tad bit quicker than him; if he wasn't careful, he'd end up as one of your pets, too.

Dazai chuckled, a smirk gracing his features. "It seems like we'll get along well."

𝙁𝙔𝙊𝘿𝙊𝙍 𝘿𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙔𝙀𝙑𝙎𝙆𝙔

"I already suspected it was you who was causing trouble for this lovely city, but even I was surprised when I found out that you were seeking this book. It's a simple but effective scheme." You greeted Fyodor in an abandoned chapel and closed the cursed book swiftly. Jumping from your seat on the dusty altar, you smoothed out your clothes, laughing when Fyodor's eyes went wide in excitement and an emotion you couldn't quite place. Shrouded in mystery as always, you figured.

To think that his former lover was the one leading him by the nose and luring him right into your hands, because you knew he desired nothing more than this book, even though he never told you anything about this plan. "How did you find out that I want the book?"

Briefly, your gaze wandered up to the vibrant yet painfully shattered dome of the chapel. Your sigh left behind a white cloud of smoke which disappeared into nothingness. "You always said that you would create a new world void of ability users, I remember that clearly. But murdering so many people at once without raising any suspicions is impossible, even for you. Once I learned about this book's existence, I knew you'd want this little thing and voila! Here you are, Fedya."

Fyodor had always believed you were sweet, innocent and pure unlike all those gifted people who had blood clinging to their hands like a second skin. Attentively, you used to listen to his every word with those sparkling eyes of yours and care for him whenever his anemia wore him out. But no, you had been an angel in disguise.

You were just as corrupted and vile as he was.

How exciting.

"Let me guess. You won't hand over the book so easily, will you?," Fyodor asked, his lilac eyes void of any affection he once held towards you.

"Who knows? I'm really rooting for the Agency right now, but people change. If I ever get bored of them, I will consider handing you the book, but for now, it's mine to keep." You smile and with a snap of your finger, you suddenly disappear.

Fyodor should've known you had used your illusionary ability to gain information from him instead of facing him face to face.

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@Satosugu . . . ( ´ ꒳ ` )

Tags: NBAstars!satosugu, model!reader (f!), fluff, suggestive, pining, competitive!satosugu, no curse au, 2018 style plot, surreal (obvious-fucking-ly)

A/N: I knowwwwww, it’s been A WHILE, I wish I could write more and do more, but I just don’t have the energy to. I have the time now but ykkkkkkk I still don’t feel like it unfortunately. BUT I did feel very ngh today! So I’ll write another satosugu x reader fic! OH AND I PROMISE TO WRITE MORE OF THE PROTECTOR I LOVE ALL OF YOU WHO LOVE IT!!! 🩷🩷 I can’t believe it’s been a year since I started it… no individual pics cz I’m too lazy… love u baesss (SHOULD I CHANGE MY USER TO ‘ MAUGURU ‘ ???)

Links: Masterlist , pt1

NBAstars!satosugu who swear that they don’t try to one up each other, it just so happens that each and every time one of them hangs out with you, the other has to have you to himself as well. You love their attention, of course you would. The real question was, who wouldn’t?

NBAstar!satoru who insists that the catering in the cafeteria of their home court isn’t good enough so you almost always have to pack him lunch. You don’t mind this much since he’d always thank you with such a pretty smile, excited to taste your cooking.

NBAstar!suguru who got jealous after finding out you packed Satoru a bento but not him. He ignored you when he got home after he first found out. Slowly, you coaxed him into revealing the truth behind his silent treatment; but of course, he lied.

“Sugu, what’s wrong?” you asked him lovingly, like a doting wife. Satoru snickered from behind, he knew exactly why Suguru was in a bad mood.

“Nothing.” Suguru harshly stated. Because of this, you decided to stand in front of him, he was wearing a white shirt and black athletic shorts, manspreading on the couch with his chin propped on his palm with his elbow on his knee to support the weight.

You peppered his face with sweet kisses, he loved them, which made Satoru scowl. “No fucking fair!!!” He yelled childishly, which finally coaxed Suguru in telling you the “truth.”

Just a super short au fic… I just wanted to get this posted since I missed Tumblr :(

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I have an idea for a series of a Gojo Satoru x f!reader fic that’s based off of a spyxfamily theory, should I post it on here or make a wattpad series? (I don’t use Ao3 anymore)

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Previously: @dazaidarling

Hello readers! My name is Mo, I read and write on here. In the past I’ve written long pieces, more so in fanfic style. Since I have been busy with uni I will not be able to write long stories, nor can I keep up with my series. Instead of long, drawn out fics I will be writing drabbles, little thoughts I have of certain fiction characters. I will still continue my series but they will most likely be published months from now.

Current focus:

characters: none

genre: angst/fluff/suggestive

style: drabbles, short fics

status: closed

Will write:

characters (show-wise): bsd, kny, jjk, haikyuu, or a personality you want me to bring to life

genre: angst/fluff/suggestive

I will constantly update this post so it won’t always look the same. My current fav characters to read about will be the 3 characters on the images at the top (just a little fact frfr). I am open to drabble suggestions. All my current asks will stay as asks sadly.

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I LOVE YOUR BLOG THEME !!!!!!

im gonna start reading your works they look delectable

KISSES AND HUGS <333

Thank you bbg 🙏🙏

You should fr tell me what I need to write more of.. I want to write more parts of my jjk fics and I want to make some for my one and only baby—Suguru 😍

- xoxo, one of the girls 💋

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yoyoyo watts up (I am literally acting like I know you like my friend, I do I have read every single one of your bsd fanfics😈😈😈😈😈😈) pwpeas give me writing tips bcs I am thinking of writing a songfic ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

Hello Sakira !!

Thank you so so much for your continuous support 🫶 I hope you’re having a wonderful day and remember to always take care of yourself!

I don’t have much tips on writing, in fact, I don’t even know how I got to this point. See, I was just really bored and kinda.. yk.. so I made fanfiction! But here are things that bother me in fanfics, little pet peeves and a few things to generally avoid:

1. Using the same word for the start of each sentence ALL THE TIME. An example of this is: “I don’t want to do that. I feel annoyed when doing that. I hope he doesn’t make me do it.”

The context of this example could be a lengthy thought process. Now, instead of saying “I” all the time, which just keeps on repeating so your whole paragraph is just redundant; try to think of other words, hell, search up “synonyms of ___” the internet exists for a reason, use it to your advantage!

2. Using the same nouns/adjectives/adverbs over and over again. Try to be more creative, again, search up “synonyms of _____” it’s very very helpful.

3. Describe what you’re imagining. NEVER EVER assume that the readers understand the shift of your story if you’re going to jump from one scene to another without a proper transition. It’ll just sound weird if you read it without the context of what’s happening in your imagination. This is especially a problem in setting changes.

My BSD fics are more dark and well thought out than my other fics. Most of my other ones are just shitposts or stuff I think of at 1AM. If you’re writing a full blown fanfic, you can’t just skip scenarios or add random hcs, you need to tell a story you, and your readers would understand within the context given in the story itself.

That’s all I have for you, I hope this helps,

xoxo, Mo 💋

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Dear readers,

I will, once again, be on hiatus. The holiday break is over so I can’t focus on creating content anymore. I hope you guys enjoyed my last few posts and I’ll still try to write on the side, a few drabbles here and there. Thank you for supporting my blog!!

-xoxo, Mo 💋

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Synopsis : What if Yu Ra-im was the female lead in Operation: True Love?

OTL is rewritten and shown through the perspective of the once antagonist, Yu Ra-im. This story depicts how life would have been like if her mother had survived the car crash and if Su-ae was not relevant to the plot.

Instead of the main goal being to gain love points, Yu Ra-im is forced to confront her imperfect life. Her hardships and feelings are given more attention to, and her relationship with Go Eunhyeok and Baek Dohwa is further explained.

Yu Ra-im’s past, all before Su-ae became relevant to the lives of Eunhyeok and Dohwa remain, but will she stay the same?

This is a friend’s fic who wishes to stay anonymous, this is their alt dedicated solely to operation true love @baekgo

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[bandaged-writer]

can I request nikolai with a reader that’s also seeking freedom, because maybe she has been caged her entire childhood, and wants to be free? please and thank you :)

i keep writing requests in some sort of fic-format and i hope y'all don't mind 😭 i'll try my best to write more established relationships in the future

genre. idk some sort of drabble

warnings. murder, implied child abuse, mentions of burned corpses

words. 491

summary. but danger was merely a good acquaintance of freedom. one could not be free without facing the dangers of reality.

Nikolai would never forget the day he picked you up from your burned down home, the human remains of your parents stretching out their charcoal hands towards you and your clothes scorched at the seams. Blood trickled from your delicate fingers, face swiped clean of any emotion a human could have.

Did you light up your home? Not that Nikolai cared. All that mattered was convincing you to follow the Decay of Angels.

"Riddle me this, riddle me that. Why do you bask in the mask?" Nikolai was right behind you, his breath tickled the skin of your neck, but you didn't flinch. At your lack of reaction, he nearly thought you were another corpse.

"Mask?," you echoed into the air. Wiping some grime from your cheek and leaving behind blood, a pained sigh slipped your chapped lips. The last thing you needed was a riddle made of pretty words you could never hope to understand. "What do you want, jester?"

"Ouch! For such a cute face, you have quite the sharp tongue! Some people here have feelings, you know?!," Nikolai screeched and smacked a hand to his oh-so-wounded heart. The act was dropped in an instant as Nikolai came to a halt in front of you and grabbed your chin with his forefinger and thumb; he was regarding you, scanning you.

"Tell me. What is it that you desire?"

Your thoughts halted. The people who called themselves your parents never encouraged any desires, never ignited a flame that you could be drawn to like a mindless moth. Always, they kept you in the safety of their four walls that they liked to call home, but no, for you it was a prison. You did as they said so you would fall in their favor, but what did they do to you?

Under wraps they kept you. The villagers barely even knew of your existence. You never got to experience a genuine friendship, a relationship, the sorrow of loss and the despair of death's icy fingers. None of that was ever given to you until you decided to burn the house down while your parents were deep in their slumber. Now, they would slumber for an eternity.

"I want to be free..I guess." Your words came slow and mumbled. The stranger was weird, you thought, but nothing ever taught you the meaning of danger, what it was like to avoid a man of this caliber.

But danger was merely a good acquaintance of freedom. One could not be free without facing the dangers of reality.

Nikolai smiled at you much like he had found a rare gem that was waiting to be polished. "As free as a bird, I presume?"

"More than that. My desire is a desire to be free of desire."

Nikolai wrapped his coat around your less than sightly appearance and laughed into the nothingness. "You're just like me and this will be your rise and fall!"