bootstrap-wordpress-themes

[adragonprinceswhore]

Romancer

Aemond Targaryen x Wife

Summary: During King Aegon II tumultuous coronation, Aemond’s wife becomes the first casualty of the Targaryen civil war. The young prince’s grief drives him to Flea Bottom, where he meets a mysterious Qartheen necromancer, who promises to bring his love back. But as with any sorcery, there is a price to pay; with each of Aemond’s touches, she slowly rots away.

Warnings: 18+, she/her pronouns, death, violence, sorcery, necromancy, angst, longing, smut

A/N: Happy Halloween! 🖤

Word count: 4200

‘Twas but a fleeting instance. 

A dragon, the Red Queen, and her traitorous rider burst through the floors of King Aegon II’s coronation. 

Chaos followed. Shrill voices begging for mercy, children weeping, sobbed ramblings closer to nonsense than prayers.  

Prince Aemond, whose seeing eye had been fixed on his wife before the tumultuous entrance of Rhaenys Targaryen, steps to the side to protect his sister from Meleys’ wrath. 

When their cowardice wins, and the dragon and her rider leaves, his seeing eye falls back to where he had last seen his beloved. 

Only now, he cannot find her. 

As members of the King’s guard swarm around the royal family to protect them, a futile gesture far overdue, Aemond pushes between them to rush down the steps of the elevated platform made for the Targaryens to bask in the admiring gazes of their people. 

She couldn't have left, she was here just moments ago. 

His eye is frantic as it searches the soot-covered ruins around him. His silvery hair whips to the side as he desperately jerks his head from one side to another. Then, he catches sight of her hair. 

She lies on the ground, pushed down by large stones crushing her body. 

Aemond hauls them off with a strength bestowed upon him by his despair. A sob leaves his throat as he pulls her into his arms, gently stroking her hair, burying his face there and inhaling the dust decorating it. 

He holds her until the heat of her body leaves her. Until she’s cold as ice in his grip. Stiff and strange. 

Only once does he glance down at her, and to his horror, she’s changed. It’s not her anymore. 

The soft cheeks he used to trace his fingers down are now hollow. Her skin is discoloured, and her eyes lifeless. Almost white, like the soul has left them and in its wake, a mist settles over the grave that once was a loving gaze. 

Prince Aemond sits like that, with her lifeless, rigid body in his arms, for too long. 

He cannot tell how many hours have passed, but he knows that he has lost a day when the sun appears, and disappears. It feels like an eternity trapped in the blink of an eye. 

No one dares approach him. They know that the fiery prince will show no mercy to whoever chooses to disturb his mourning. 

So he’s left alone in his devastation, until he cannot bear it any longer. 

His fingers are blue from the cold air enveloping him in an embrace so chilling, it rattles his bones. 

His love has also turned impossibly cold in his hold. Colder than the freezing, blue burn of a dragon’s flame. 

When he can no longer withstand the chill, he finally stands. His legs almost give in and every inch of his body hurts. Still, he persists, never letting his love fall to the ground as he keeps a secure hold around her. 

She is heavier than anything he’s ever carried before. He knows her, and this is not her. How many times had he not lifted her onto their bed? Pulled her in his lap? This sack of flesh weighs far more than she ever did, and yet he cannot let go. So he persits, and carries her to their chambers, sacrificing his own aching limbs in the process. 

When he thinks he might pass out from the effort, he reaches their marital bed, and lays her on top of it. 

Tenderly, he places her arms on her stomach, brushes her hair from her face, and closes her eyes. 

She’s merely sleeping, nothing more. Nothing permanent, nothing everlasting. 

Soon, she’ll open her eyes, look up at him, and give him a smile that melts his heart. Until then, he carefully places a quilt over her, and lies down next to her to find sleep, as husband and wife, just like so many nights before. 

He finds slumber next to her, if only for a few hours. By the hour of the wolf, he’s once again awake, laying on his back, staring at the intricate carvings in the wooden canopy above him. In a moment of weakness, he reaches for her hand to hold, but when his touch is met by freezing cold fingers, he winches and quickly lets go, instead placing his hand on her stomach, covered by the quilt he’d placed over her. 

His mind is too restless to let him find slumber. One hundred ideas, possible scenarios, flash in his mind. Thoughts of how to fix this; how to undo this, won’t let him rest. 

The Seven say that death is final, but is that truly the case? Surely, in Old Valyria, where dragons roamed free and the practitioners of the dark arts ruled, warlocks would not be content with leaving death to the Gods? 

Another day passes by as Aemond is deeply submerged in his own contemplation. 

This cannot be the end of her; of their life together. His dear wife. His one true ally. The sweet mother of their future heirs. She is not gone. She cannot be.

By next daybreak, an idea from his latent mind floats into his consciousness, and causes the troubled prince to finally see clearly. 

Necromancy. The art of bringing back the dead. 

Fuelled by the fire of determination set ablaze within his chest, Aemond reluctantly leaves his lover's side, throws on a cloak, and orders a member of the King’s Guard to guard the door to his chambers with his life. 

Before he leaves, Aemond throws one last glance at his wife’s lifeless form, and kneels by their bed, pressing a chaste kiss against her cheek. ‘Tis cold and stiff, as he should have expected. Still, his heart breaks when his lips are not met by the warmth he so wishes would still flow within her.

“I will bring you a cure”, he promises next to her ear, and ventures out into the dark, bustling streets of King’s Landing.

Flea Bottom is as he remembers. 

Filthy and depraved. 

The mere smell of the streets corrodes the insides of his nostrils, air so thick with stench from pigsties and tanneries the prince buries his nose inside his hood and breathes through his mouth. 

Around each corner of the dilapidated buildings lurks another distraction; whores beckoning him into their lairs, conmen trying to trick him into buying false treasures. 

‘Tis not a place for the educated. Nor is it for the devoted. Flea Bottom is reserved for the lowest of men; the ones who revel in debauchery and make a living of their falsehood. 

With the help of a few silver stags, Aemond manages to navigate the dirt-filled cobblestones of King’s Landing’s foulest corner. By the hour of the eel, he’s directed towards a short, stocky man with small eyes obscured by thick, bushy eyebrows. 

At last, he has found what he’s looking for;

A foreign man familiar with the dark arts.

He smiles when the prince tells him of the task, cold yet amused, resembling a serpent, 

“There is always a price to pay, my prince. What are you willing to sacrifice?”

“Anything”

“What if the sacrifice is your own selfishness?”

Aemond does not need convincing. He has already made up his mind. Without her, warm and comforting and breathing in his arms, he is willing to offer the sorcerer anything. The strange man inspects him with beady eyes that shine in the fire dancing against the stoney walls,

“10 gold dragons. And I will restore your lady once more”

In the shadows of the night, Prince Aemond brings the warlock into his chambers. 

The mysterious man does not ask for much in order to perform his sorcery.

He orders a servant to bring him boiling water, sage, dirt from the courtyard, and a small vessel. 

The staff of the Red Keep work quickly, and when he has all he requires, he pulls out a short, thin dagger from the inside of his pocket, and hands it to his prince, 

“A drop of your blood, your grace”

Aemond complies, and slashes the tip of his ring finger with the small blade. The warlock catches his blood with the vessel and proceeds to the bed, cutting the skin of the prince’s wife as well, mixing her blood with his. He adds the soil of their land, smoke of burnt sage, and water to his concoction before working his fingers into her mouth to force it open, and pours the brew down her throat. 

Nothing happens. 

Quietly, he leaves her bed to wash his hands in the basin by the hearth. He does not seem displeased by the fact that his magic did not work, or frightened by the dragon prince observing him closely. 

Aemond inhales, ready to have the deceitful bastard executed, flames of anger dancing within his blood from the humiliating disappointment of trusting a common conman. 

But just as he’s about to unleash his fury, he hears it. 

A sigh, quiet as a whisper in the room, yet loud as thunder in the young prince’s ears, floats from their bed to where he stands. He whips his head so quickly to the side his neck hurts, and hurriedly walks towards where she lies, still with her eyes closed and in the same position he had left her in. 

He carefully brings his hand out, shaking like the leaves of a tree caught in a storm. His eyes cannot see her clearly, unshed tears becoming a veil of relief over his eye. His hand gently grabs hers, and despite her still cold skin, he feels it, the drum of her heart, dancing in her chest and sending waves of thuds through her body. He leans in closer, wanting to whisper a greeting against her soft skin, yet is disturbed by the presence behind him he had nearly forgotten,

���We have not yet discussed the price, your grace”

Aemond leans back and turns to face the sorcerer. He wears the same wicked smirk as before, as if the prince’s despair amuses him. 

Disgusting creature.

“You have your gold. You are dismissed”

“Oh, but that is not the price the Gods wish to see, my prince”, he says with a sickly sweet gleefulness that chills Aemond’s bones,

“Witchcraft angers the Gods. It mocks them. I told you your selfishness will be the price you pay, and They have agreed”

“What do you speak of? Spit it out”

His smirk widens, “Release her hand”

Aemond gently lets go of her, and watches as a bruise blossoms forth from underneath the delicate skin of her wrist. 

“With each touch, she moves closer to the Stranger once more. You may have her by your side, but you cannot indulge in her” 

Frozen in place, the prince does not answer. What will become of his life if he is not allowed to touch his beloved? Being beside her, yet so far away. 

The man forces Aemond out of his thoughts,

“Will you settle for that, my prince? Being tempted by her every day, until you draw your last breath?” 

“If that is the price the Gods wish to be paid” 

“Hm. And you are content with a life without heirs? Without a bedmate? Or will you look for that elsewhere? Have another bed your wife, claim the offspring as your own?” 

The question turns Aemond’s stomach. 

“Watch your tongue, warlock. Or I will take it” 

His icy voice does nothing but amuse the man further, whose lips draw even taunter as he feigns regret with a courteous nod,

“Forgive me, your grace. I did not mean offence. Surely, you must have considered all implications carefully to reach this conclusion”

In truth, he had not. But the thought of another touching what belongs to him, his most dear possession, is so repulsive to Aemond he swallows the bile pushing up his throat. 

No one else may ever touch her. 

By next morning light, she awakens.

Still in a delirious state, she asks her husband to come closer and embrace her, frightened by the visions she had seen in her resting state. 

The contentment Prince Aemond feels from once again speaking to her; seeing her draw breath, seeing colour reappear on her cheeks, is dulled the separation between them, and the realisation that this is how they will remain from now onwards. 

He tells her of it all; Rhaenys bursting through the boards, the necromancer and the price he paid to bring her back. 

A tear falls from her lashes when he tells her that they may never touch again, for she will once more decay if they do. 

With a forceful swallow, she pushes down her own sadness and nods, grateful that he loves her too much to live without her. 

And so, their new normality begins. 

They enjoy the same things they did before; taking their meals together, reading together, speaking of their duties together. 

He had told court that her life was saved thanks to a skilled maester visiting from Oldtown, aware of the dangers enlisting a man of the dark arts carries.  

Should the truth about her resurrection come to light, she might be sanctioned not only by the court, but by the Citadel as well, and thus forced back into the arms of the stranger. 

In their endurance, their days grow tense, each moment tainted by the unspoken heartbreak of separation. 

The most prominent change to their lives together is the longing squeezing the prince’s heart. 

Never before has he ached so much for something as he does for her touch. 

The pain inside his heart doubles when he catches her eyes observing him from across the table whenever they sit together. 

She looks so devastated by their separation, so overcome with yearning. 

He knows the feeling, ‘tis the same sorrow that reflects in his heart. And yet, there is nothing they can do. 

Aemond would rather spend an eternity with her, and never once more feel the warmth of her fingers on his flesh, than to watch her get pulled away by the stranger yet again. 

So he endures. 

An unforgiving storm whips the Red Keep with vexed, rainy lashes when he returns from Storm’s End. 

He is drenched, dripping from head to toe. His face looks haunted; as if he has met the eye of death himself. 

She sits by the hearth, embroidering a small, green dragon onto one of his tunics. Her needle clumsily pierces the tip of her finger as she sees her husband’s distressed state, 

“What is the matter, my love?” 

“Lucerys, he-, he’s dead” 

Aemond shakes from the cold of the rain soaking his clothes. With shaky fingers he peels off his leathers, until he is only in his underclothes, standing right before her by the fire to seek some warmth, 

“I did not mean to-, Vhagar-, she-”

The explanations die on his tongue. 

She meets his gaze, bewildered and pitiful, and nods in silent understanding, unsure of how to comfort him. Aemond sinks down to his knees, feeling the heat of the fire lick against his cold skin. ‘Tis little comfort; his bones still feel freezing. As does his heart, when he looks at her. So close, yet never close enough. 

Torture, that is what it is. A cruel jest from the Gods. 

“How can I ease your distress, my love?”, she asks, and he nearly whimpers at her sweet concern. If he cannot confess his suffering to her, then who? 

“I fear I am a selfish man, after all”, he says defeatedly, 

“Even now I miss you, when you sit before me. I crave your touch - to feel you near. To be inside you. I am not whole unless I am with you - part of you, my love”

The smile on her face is filled with sorrow, piteous eyes glimmering against the warm glow of the hearth. She shuffles in her seat, pulls her hand out, and opens it in an inviting gesture, 

“I can spare a few years in my elderly days if I may feel your touch for one more night, my love”

And who is he to deny his love? 

To dismiss her sweet pleas? 

He would never deny her anything. 

He moves forward, crawling towards where she sits like the depraved hound he is. When he reaches her, he pulls the skirts of her small clothes up to reveal the soft meat of her things, and lays his head there, only for a moment. 

A sigh escapes him, so content to feel her softness against his cheek once more. ‘Tis like finding salvation after a life in sin; an otherworldly experience. 

He nuzzles into her skin, and she brings one hand to the side of his face, gently tracing his cheekbone and threading the silk of his hair between her fingers. After a moment of still devotion, he pushes the fabric further up to kiss her cunny, the only drink his parched lips crave. 

A startled gasp echoes above him, and the hand she carefully stroked his hair with turns into a painful grip. He adores the sting against his scalp. Hurriedly, he steals a peak from her, wasting no time to finally feel whole again. 

Kissing his way up her panting body, he finally tastes the reward he had coveted so. Her lips are even sweeter than he remembered them; soft, warm and most comforting. 

He stands and pulls her up to do the same, leading her to their bed with quick, long strides. He removes her small clothes as if he despises them, tearing the fabric and grunting at the layers separating him from the light of his life. When she is finally bare before him, he strips himself and joins her on their bed, finding his home between her thighs. She is so slick he slides in as if he were the missing piece of her incomplete body, and they both cry out at the all-consuming bliss of finally being together, being one, once more. 

His arms snake underneath her back, pulling her so close to him each inch of her skin touches his. Their lips stay locked together, moans and pleasurable sighs bouncing between their mouths. 

He cannot tell if the wetness on her cheek is proof of her own relief, or his. 

Nevertheless, he kisses it away, closes his eyes, and disappears into the bliss of having her again. 

They stay intertwined through the night, and by first light, Aemond reluctantly lets go of his love. 

The light that illuminates their chambers is scarce in the early hours of the morning, yet he can see the discolouration travelling up the limbs of his wife; painting her legs and arms in odd, painful colours. 

Their indulgence had cost her greatly. 

Regret stabs his heart; potent and aching. 

What have I done? 

‘Tis as if the small dagger the warlock carried were lodged inside his chest, reminding him of the devious man he had become. 

A kinslayer. 

His bloodthirsty quest for selfish pursuits; justice, comfort, love, is naught but foolishness. 

And now those around him pay the price. 

Aemond makes sure to keep distance from her, and he suffers immensely from it. 

On the night he came back from Storm’s End, he had found peaceful slumber in the arms of his beloved. Each night since, he is tormented by nightmares; visions of his worst fears playing in his mind. 

Cold skin, blood, bruises.

He fears Rhaenyra’s wrath. The retribution he will have to atone for Lucerys’ life. 

Will he be the one to pay it this time? 

Or will the burden of his crimes once more fall on the shoulders of his loved ones? 

Aemond does not need to wait long for retaliation.  

Rhaenyra’s revenge go by the names of Blood and Cheese, a ratcatcher and a disgraced butcher. The pair snook into the chambers of his young nephew, heir to the Iron Throne Jaehaerys, and slew the boy in front of Aemond’s sweet sister, Helaena. 

His hands are no longer merely tainted by the crimson of Lucerys’ blood. His pursuit for vengeance cost him the life of his nephew, and his sister, so lost in grief she can no longer leave her chambers. He only visits her once, horrified by the ghost of a person the queen has become. 

‘Tis my fault.

And it echoes in the prince’s mind anywhere he goes. 

When he trains with Ser Criston. When he flies on Vhagar. When he breaks his fast with his wife.

‘Tis my fault. 

When his mother can’t meet his eye. When his brother sinks deeper into his cups. When his grandfather no longer confides in him.

‘Tis my fault. 

The only light remaining is his dear lady wife. 

She still regards him with love. 

Her eyes still sparkle as he enters their chambers after a long day. Her mouth still forms a smile whenever he greets her.

“Her sweetness is wicked”, Prince Aemond thinks, “So inviting, beckoning me in, yet I must remain at a distance”

They still sleep next to one another, separated by an arm’s length. A small distance that feels infinite as he longingly steals glances of her sleeping form. 

A siren calling to him, taunting him with her soft, warm flesh. 

He knows that a night with her in his arms would ease his distress; allow him to find slumber and wake up as a better man. 

I would be a better man, for her. 

And that is the last thing he thinks before he shuffles closer, gently pulls her into his arms, and buries his nose in her hair. 

If he were a better man, he would have stopped after one night. But by now, Aemond knows that he is not. 

He is a self-serving, weak craven. 

The first night of having her in his arms while she slept did not soothe the longing aching in his chest as he thought it would. It doubled it. And by next nightfall, he waited for her to drift to sleep before greedily pulling her into his arms once more. 

He sees the toll his nightly indulgence has on her body rapidly. The bruises that had decorated her limbs grow darker, like those of an apple decaying. They now travel from her hands and feet, up her arms and legs, and bloom out over her stomach, chest, and neck. 

Aemond finds himself looking at her less and less. 

‘Tis my fault. 

“Mayhaps we need to seek out the sorcerer again for council?”, she questions one day as she carefully observes the bruises colouring her body. She presses on one and winces, lips pulled down into a displeased frown. 

She is withering. Rotting away. 

“I will”, Aemond says, and the lie is so bitter on his tongue, he wonders if his foul ways have caused poison to grow from within him. 

He had stolen Lucerys’ life above Storm’s End. A quick affair, an instance that he regretted as soon as he saw Vhagar’s jaw close around the small dragon. He did not mean to do it; to take his life. He only meant to seek justice for his eye; for the pain his nephew had caused him. For disfiguring him. 

‘Tis what he has become known for; kinslaying. The merciless murder of the young boy who wronged him. If the court only knew of how vile he truly is.

With each night that passes, he steals another flicker of the flame keeping the light of his life alive. He sees her grow paler, the bruises now covering nearly every inch of her being, slowly working their way towards her heart, drumming weaker and weaker in her chest. 

And yet, he cannot stop. He needs solace; the only good thing in his life. Holding her near, feeling the heat of her melt the icy bolts of remorse and guilt shooting within him. 

Tonight, he knows it is their last time. She can hardly open her eyes anymore. Her lips are purple, skin a sick melody of various shades, and her heart beats slowly, as if it is fighting with each thud. 

Just like the nights before, he lies down next to her, pulls her into his arms, inhales her scent, and closes his eyes. 

“This time, she perishes by my hand”, he thinks, “She gave me everything, and yet I took more”

But what is love, if not to take? 

Take and take and take, until there is nothing left. 

No one savours love. 

No one would ever feel satisfied with only a taste. 

It is meant to be devoured. And that’s what Prince Aemond tells himself, as his love finally draws her last breath in his arms. 

“Forgive me”, his whisper begs, 

“I have devoured you. I have let my selfishness slaughter you. Now I await my own demise, one that will come to me soon”

His fingers gently dance over her cheek, 

“I welcome it. I welcome a chance to meet you once more”

He holds her closer, feeling the warmth of her body leave for the second time in their lives,

“Until then, sleep well, my love, and I will return to you soon”

A/N; I hope you enjoyed this little Halloween fic of mine! I tried to go with a bit more classic, haunting and tragic theme, and it was so fun to write.

If you enjoyed this, please check out my fic Colour My Mind, Bring Me Back. It has very similar vibes and I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Kisses!

[validfemale]

it girl cozy fall rituals, 🍂*·˚ ༘

i’m in love with every inch of fall this year, and you should be too. this season isn’t just a vibe—it’s a whole lifestyle shift. we’re talking plush, warm, everything that wraps you in a cloud of coziness. let’s get into the rituals that are going to make this fall unforgettable.

` FALL MORNING ROUTINE,

start your day with something that feels indulgent and grounding. morning is the perfect time to set the tone for your day with a few cozy, self-loving rituals that make you feel like that girl.

♡ hot drinks wrapped in luxury we don’t do basic coffee—make it a honey latte, a pumpkin chai, or some warm milk with a hint of cinnamon. it’s all about taking that first sip and feeling like you’re the main character wrapped in your plushiest blanket.

♡ skin hydration on 100 with the weather getting colder, don’t you dare let your skin go dry. we’re talking hand creams, body butters, and a moisturizing face routine that keeps you glowing. get a hand cream that smells like vanilla or marshmallow for that sweet touch.

♡ set intentions & journal take a moment to vibe with yourself. jot down what’s on your mind, set a small intention, or just let it flow. mornings are all about tapping into that inner power before the day starts, so set the tone like the baddie you are.

` FALL EVENINGS ARE FOR,

as the sun goes down, it’s time to embrace those cozy fall evenings. these little routines are designed to bring you back to yourself, unwind, and savor the simple pleasures.

♡ nature walks, but make it luxe take a walk in the evening air, wrapped up in your cutest scarf and a cozy jacket. listen to your hottie fall playlist and breathe in that crisp air. it’s the perfect way to stay grounded while looking fly.

♡ candles & moody lighting we’re bringing ambiance to another level. grab candles that smell like warm cinnamon cupcakes or a caramel latte, and fill the room with that golden glow. set the vibe because your space deserves to feel as rich and layered as you.

♡ baking, because you’re THAT girl it’s not just baking—it’s a whole experience. whip up some brownies or an apple crumble. the smell alone is worth it, but also…there’s something about baking from scratch that just makes you feel so put together.

` FALL ROOM SETUP THAT SLAYS,

your room should be your sanctuary, especially during fall. here’s how to make it a dreamy escape where you can fully enjoy all those cozy vibes.

♡ soft lighting & fairy lights for days no harsh lights allowed. stick with fairy lights or a soft bedside lamp for that warm, glowy aesthetic. make it feel like your own little sanctuary because you deserve that kind of energy.

♡ fuzzy blankets & extra pillows your bed should look like a scene from a cozy movie. layer those blankets in different textures and colors, add extra pillows, and make sure everything is extra soft—like, could-sleep-in-it-all-day soft.

♡ fall decor, but make it chic add some cute pumpkins, dried flowers, or vintage trinkets. keep it subtle but classy—think soft pinks, muted browns, and hints of gold for that boujee fall vibe.

` COZY FALL ACTIVITIES,

every fall day is a chance to do something that makes you feel like the main character. these activities will keep you grounded, cozy, and feeling absolutely fab.

♡ sip & read like a mysterious icon pair your fave fall drink with a good book. go for mystery, romance, or a historical drama that pulls you in. nothing says fall like being wrapped up in a story while the world goes on outside.

♡ evening skincare & unwinding rituals end your day with a luxe skincare routine. make sure everything smells heavenly, like honey or cocoa butter, and give yourself a mini massage. it’s a whole self-love moment you deserve.

♡ intentional reflection & relaxation take a few minutes to journal, meditate, or just lie back and let your mind wander. fall is all about introspection, so give yourself that space to feel grounded and badass.

[ghostvampiregalgazerock]

The ✨ Dragon Fairy Maiden ✨and the ☾Dark Moon Knight☽ (🍓IchiHime🍞)

Happy to say that I am part of the IchiHime & RenRuki AU week! Created by @serene-faerie! Please follow her!! Her account is amazing! So I'm starting this challenge with IchiHime for the Fantasy AU that takes place in a magical Fairy Realm!!! But Ichigo will be called Mugetsu based on his Final Form!!! My God, I love that form so much!!!!!! Our girl Orihime is called Rikka based on her powers!!! Ngl, I imagined that Ichigo's final form was from a previous life and Ichigo is his reincarnation. For Orihime, why not make the story fun. Fun fact: she was about to be drawn as a dragon by Tite Kubo as a final form, and the idea of that inspired me to write it!

*P.S. I noticed the characters they represent in the middle of the collage edit I made; they are on different and wrong sides, which I apologize. for! ON TO THE STORY!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

~Every soldier's swords from both sides clashed with each other as they fought. Screams from those men were heard throughout the whole war zone. They fought for their lives, families, and their kingdom.

From the Kingdom of Zangetsu, the legendary Dark Moon Knight Mugetsu bravely led his army into battle on his majestic white stallion, Shiro. Despite rumors of Shiro being cursed due to his skull-like markings, the horse proved to be a loyal companion. Mugetsu was not only a skilled warrior but also a source of inspiration for young knights, embodying the values of honor and resilience. His courage in battle and noble spirit motivated countless aspiring knights to follow in his remarkable footsteps.

He was a brave leader who rallied his men for battle. Every knight stood firm, ready to fight with unwavering loyalty. Though some fell too soon, they did so with honor, sacrificing their lives for the kingdom they loved. Their bravery would be remembered for generations to come.

Mugetsu held his black sword, Getsuga, to kill every enemy in his path. He reaches to the enemy's leader at last. Both of them stare at each other with fury before they charge each other with their swords and ride their trustworthy stallions.

Yet everything turned into a blur for both Mugetsu and the enemy after they slashed each other with their swords.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Mugetsu opens his eyes slowly. He stares up at an unfamiliar ceiling before slowly sitting up and finding himself in a bed, though he isn't back home. He wasn't in his armor anymore and now was wearing dark grey pajamas.

"Where am I?" he wondered as he surveyed the room. The walls were decorated in cheerful pastels adorned with dark floral patterns. Blue curtains covered the window, allowing a beam of sunlight to filter through a small opening, casting a warm glow on the floor and adding to the room's inviting yet mysterious atmosphere.

'How did I even end up here?' Mugetsu thought to himself as he put his hand to his face and thought about how he ended up here.

He lay almost lifelessly on the ground, covered in his own blood, as he was surrounded by the dead bodies of his soldiers and even his enemies. The weak knight turns his head slowly to see a shining, bright, hooded figure approaching him before his vision blurs.

He gasped as he realized what had happened just before it all went down. The Dark Knight placed his hand on his chest, where he had been stabbed by the enemy.

To his shock, there was no bandage to be found and no sign of any wound. He glanced at his chest and confidently tugged down the neckline of his shirt to check for any signs of a scar.

But there was no scar.

"I...I...Impossible..." He breathed out, all shocked, and lets go of his shirt. "A-A-Am I dead?" He asked himself out of fear, thinking he was already dead.

"No. You are still alive. You are just in shock." Mugetsu turned his head in the direction where he heard an unfamiliar voice in the room he was staying in.

To his surprise, he sees a small male fairy with black wings on the edge of his bed who is sitting on top of the wooden bedframe. He gasped, shocked, as he saw the black-winged fairy.

"Oi, oi, oi! Don’t worry, I’m not going to bite you. I was just about to, though, since I had to carry your injured self all the way back here." the black-winged fairy said, clearly annoyed. "Eh?" the Dark Knight replied, confused and surprised. It must have been quite a task for such a small fairy to carry a human.

"Forgive him, he's a pain in the ass sometimes." Mugetsu turns his head to see a small figure floating next to him. He gasped, surprised at what he was seeing. It was another fairy, but it was a female with pink hair that matched the color of her wings. "Heard that Lily." The dark-winged fairy said, all annoyed. Mugetsu stood there all surprised as he watched the two fairies argue.

"Tsubaki, Lily, enough now," Mugetsu heard a commanding voice as he turned toward the open bedroom door. There stood a breathtaking woman with long, golden-blonde hair fading into a blue ombre. Graceful blue dragon horns adorned her head, while her golden-brown eyes sparkled with warmth. She wore a flowing cream-colored dress that complemented her figure, paired with delicate blue fairy wings that shimmered beautifully. A small blue dragon tail peeked from beneath her dress, adding to her enchanting presence. The Dark Knight gazed at her, utterly captivated by her beauty.

The two fairies left the room to give them space. The beautiful woman looked at the Dark Knight in surprise, her face lighting up. "Ah! You’ve awakened!" she exclaimed, walking over to his side. "Thank goodness! I was so worried about you all night!" she added with relief.

Mugetsu again didn't say a word to the woman. He stood there still, all confused, looking at the bright smile on her beautiful face. Who was this woman, he thought. She was really beautiful, which he could think of.

"W-W-Where am I?" he asked, finally breaking the silence. "Ah, questioning seems to be the theme since you woke up. My home, of course." she replied kindly as she reached for a pitcher of water from his nightstand. "H-H-How long was I out?" he stammered."Just for a day," she answered, pouring the water into a glass cup on his nightstand.

Mugetsu stood there silent when the woman said that. A day? Impossible. His wounds could not possibly heal that quickly. It would take weeks and months for his wounds that almost cost him his life. He would of have bandages around his fresh wounds.

"W-W-W-What happened to my wounds?" He asked. "Ah. I should of know that question was gonna happen but you won't believe me...I healed you." The woman said confidently as she passed the cup of water to the confused knight.

Mugetsu accepts the cup of water from the woman. "H-H-H-H-How?" He muttered, all surprised. "It's my power." She answered. "Y-Y-Y-Your power?" Mugetsu muttered all surprised. "Yes, allow me to introduce myself." she said, her voice warm and welcoming. With a small, polite bow, she leaned slightly forward, her eyes shining with friendliness. "I'm Shun Rikka, but you can call me Rikka for short." She straightened up, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she regarded Mugetsu, eager to establish a connection.

"I'm M-M-M-M-Mugetsu." he stammered, looking down shyly."Honored to meet you, Mugetsu-sama!" she replied, her eyes glowing with happiness. Mugetsu blushed, captivated by her warmth and beauty as he drank his cup of water.

"I will explain more in the kitchen. I need to finish preparing your meal. There's also a pair of clean clothes on the chair." Rikka smiled as she walked out of the room. Mugetsu sets his cup of water down on the nightstand. He stood up properly before grabbing the clothes that were neatly folded on top. Then, he changed out of the pajamas and into the clothes that Rikka had chosen for him.

He wore a fitted dark grey shirt, its untied collar casually framing his neck and highlighting the strong lines of his silhouette. The fabric hugged his torso, giving him a sleek appearance. Below, he paired the shirt with tailored black pants, which offered a striking contrast and enhanced the overall refined look. The trousers were crafted from a smooth material that draped elegantly, further emphasizing his polished style. At his waist, a black leather belt not only provided structure but also added a sophisticated touch, seamlessly tying the entire outfit together. Each element contributed to a cohesive and stylish ensemble that exuded confidence. Along with that came with a pair of black boots.

He gazed at his reflection in the mirror, taking in the details of his new attire. The fabric was soft and well-tailored, draping nicely across his frame, yet it evoked memories of the simpler outfits he had worn back home. While these clothes carried a certain sophistication, they lacked the opulence typically associated with high-class families. The contrast left him feeling a mix of nostalgia and unfamiliarity as he pondered the journey that had brought him to this moment. He sighs before he steps out of his room and heads into the kitchen.

He walks through the hallways, and he is captivated by its impeccable cleanliness and organization. Every corner is tidy, and the pastel colors of the decor suited Rikka based on her personality. It reminds him of the room where he was staying, yet the abundance of lively hues and artistic accents brings a whole new level of charm that he finds both intriguing and refreshing.

As he steps into the kitchen, he spots Rikka standing there, a warm glow illuminating her features. She carefully sets a steaming bowl of rice porridge on the intricately carved wooden table, its glossy surface glinting in the light. Rikka glances up at the knight, momentarily captivated by his striking appearance in the finely tailored clothes. His outfit accentuates his strong frame and adds an air of nobility. After a brief moment of admiration, she shakes off her thoughts and breaks into a beaming smile. "Ah! They fit you perfectly!" she exclaims, genuine delight shining in her eyes.

Mugetsu smiles warmly and shyly says, "Thank you," before taking a seat at the polished wooden dining table. Sunlight filters through the window, casting gentle shadows. Rikka, sitting across from him, pours steaming tea from a delicate floral teapot into an elegant porcelain cup, filling the air with a soothing aroma. He thanks her before eating his meal.

"Delicious," he said warmly, a genuine smile spreading across his face after he finished his meal. Rikka's eyes sparkled with delight as she responded, "Ah! I’m so glad you enjoyed it!" Her voice was filled with warmth, reflecting her happiness. Mugetsu couldn't help but admire Rikka, the beautiful fairy, and her enchanting smile. It lit up the space around them, adding an extra layer of joy to the moment they shared.

"I don’t mean to ruin the mood, and I truly apologize for bringing it up, but I really need to know how you found me." Mugetsu said, his voice steady despite the underlying tension. He closed his eyes for a moment, replaying the events leading up to his unexpected encounter with Rikka. Memories of his earlier struggles flashed through his mind, each one more vivid than the last. Rikka stood in front of him, her expression a mixture of surprise and concern. She felt the weight of his question and knew she couldn't hide the truth any longer. The silence between them was heavy.

“As I wandered the other day, trying to clear my mind of the chaos swirling within, I stumbled upon a grim sight...the lifeless bodies of fallen soldiers scattered across the ground. A chill ran down my spine as fear crept over me. Just when I thought I could bear no more, I spotted a knight nearby. His armor battered and bloodied, yet he was still clinging to life, gasping for breath. That knight was you. Seeing you in that state was unbearable. I felt a strong urge to help, to do whatever it took to bring you back from the brink. With determination, I rushed to your side, healed you quickly but you remained unconscious though. It was a difficult journey for Tsubaki to carry you back here, but I could not let you slip away. Now, as I look at you, alive and recovering, I can’t help but smile in relief. You’ve shown incredible resilience, and I am grateful to see you here, safe and well,” Rikka said softly, her eyes reflecting both concern and hope.

The Dark Knight stood still, staring in amazement at the fairy before him. Her delicate wings shimmered, and he could hardly believe she was his savior. He remembered her tireless efforts to bring him back to life, weaving magic and warmth around him. In that moment, a rush of emotions overwhelmed him as he felt his heart start to beat again. It wasn’t just her beauty that moved him, but her kindness and determination. This was more than a second chance; it was a profound bond forged in darkness.

"You were still a pain in the ass to carry here." Just then Tsubaki flies in and ruins the moment startling the two. Mugetsu was annoyed and almost jump off his seat. "Tsubaki! Don't do that!" Rikka scolded the dark winged fairy. "Saying the truth. You know how hard it was for us." Tsubaki said all annoyed.

Mugetsu stares at the fairy, all surprised when he says 'us'. What did he mean by us? More questions were coming to the Dark Knight's head.

"U-U-U-Us?" The Dark Knight stuttered out, still confused to Rikka. "Ah, my apologies. Tsubaki and the fairy who you met in your room named Lily aren't the only fairies in this house." Rikka said with a soft smile. "Everyone!! Please come out and meet our guest!" She called out for the other fairies that she assumed.

Suddenly, five vibrant fairies fluttered into the room, catching Mugetsu by surprise. Rikka smiled and said, "Let me introduce you to the rest, Ayame, Baigon, Hinagiku, Shun’ō, and of course, Lily, whom you just met along with Tsubaki!" Mugetsu looked on in awe at the enchanting group.

"Nice to meet you!" the five fairies chimed, bowing gracefully to the knight. "Ah... Nice to meet you all as well," Mugetsu replied, returning their gesture with a hint of surprise. Rikka smiled, pleased to see the connection between her fairies and the man she had saved. "Mugetsu-sama, would you like to join me for dinner at the village market?" she asked warmly. Mugetsu looked back at Rikka, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. After a brief pause, he smiled and said, "Y-Yeah, I would like that."

Rikka smiled brightly. "That's wonderful! Let me grab my shawl and basket from the barn to check on your horse." She stood up, placing the dishes in the sink, the soft clink echoing in the quiet room. Mugetsu blinked in surprise at her mention of his horse.

"M-M-My horse?" He asked, still surprised.

“Yeah, don’t worry. He’s fine,” Rikka said to the knight with a reassuring smile. As she washed the dishes, a sharp pain shot through her finger. “Ow!” she exclaimed, wincing at the minor cut she had accidentally caused while scrubbing the dishes.

Mugetsu stood frozen in shock for a moment before rushing to Rikka's side. The worried fairies quickly followed, surrounding her like protective guardians. "Are you alright?" he asked, anxiety clear in his voice as he gently took her hand. He was alarmed to see a deep cut bleeding on her delicate palm, igniting a sense of urgency to help her.

"It's fine, don't worry," Rikka reassured Mugetsu, her voice calm and comforting. She offered a gentle smile that seemed to lighten the mood. Just when Mugetsu was about to respond, something unexpected happened. Rikka carefully hovered her hand over the small cut on her skin, the crimson stain still fresh.

To Mugetsu’s amazement, a radiant golden glow began to emanate from her hand, enveloping the wound in a soft luminescence. In an instant, the scratch started to close up as if time itself were rewinding. The blood that had marked her skin gradually faded away, leaving her skin smooth and unblemished once more. Mugetsu could hardly believe what he was witnessing.

It would have left a lasting scar, a constant reminder of the pain I endured, but miraculously, it was gone now, as if it had never existed.

Rikka looked up at the Dark Knight, astonished by his disbelief. Mugetsu began to grasp the extent of her abilities. "A-A-Amazing," he stammered, struggling to find his words. "Is this how you—" he started, but Rikka quickly interjected."Yes. I healed your wounds when I first found you. My main power is healing." As her words sank in, Mugetsu stood in silent awe, filled with gratitude and a newfound respect for the woman who had saved him.

They stare into each other's eyes in silence, both trying to process the emotional intensity of the moment that has just passed. The connection feels electric, as if time has momentarily frozen, allowing them to fully absorb the depth of their feelings.

"Get a room, you two!" Tsubaki shouted, interrupting the moment between Mugetsu and Rikka. They pulled apart, surprised by his sudden outburst. Mugetsu shot Tsubaki an annoyed look, even though he appreciated Tsubaki's earlier help."TSUBAKI!" Rikka exclaimed, her cheeks glowing with embarrassment. With a sigh, Tsubaki continued, "We have other work to do instead of acting like lovebirds who just met." The air shifted, reminding them of their priorities.

"Awww Tsubaki! Come on!! It was getting good!!" Lily argued. "Then you watch it when I'm not around!" Tsubaki argued. Rikka and Mugetsu stood there awkwardly at what they were watching. "Are they always like this?" Mugetsu asked. "Y-Y-Yes which I apologized." Rikka answered before sighing.

“Stop what you tou aredoing right now!” Rikka commanded with her hands on her hips. “I’m heading into town for dinner ingredients, so you two need to get the chores done around the house. ”The two fairies, their shimmering wings catching the light, exchanged nervous glances, instantly stepping back. "S-S-S-Sorry, Rikka." they mumbled, a hint of regret in their voices. Noticing their worry, Rikka smiled warmly, easing the tension. “It’s okay. Just remember to tidy up before I return.”

The fairies dispersed to carry out their tasks as Rikka had instructed. Mugetsu stood in awe, impressed by her confident command. "Shall we then?" Rikka asked, her voice steady."Y-Y-Y-Yeah." Mugetsu stammered, his admiration evident. Rikka smiled and headed toward the front door.

She carefully slips her feet into a pair of soft, cream-colored ballet flats, the gentle leather conforming comfortably to her soles. After a moment of contemplation, she picks up a flowing blue shawl, its fabric silky against her skin, and drapes it gracefully around her shoulders, the color contrasting beautifully with her outfit.

Turning to Mugetsu, she hands him a black cloak, its fabric thick and warm, in case he feels chilly. He smiles appreciatively, offering a soft "thank you" as he drapes the cloak over his shoulders, its weight providing a sense of comfort.

With a gentlemanly gesture, he opens the front door for Rikka, ensuring that she steps outside first, embodying the classic notion of chivalry. She acknowledges his kindness with a warm smile and a sincere “thank you,” as she steps outside, greeted by the fresh air.

Mugetsu follows closely behind, lingering for a brief moment at the threshold before gently closing the door, sealing the warmth of their home behind him as they step into the world beyond.

He stood in awe, marveling at the vibrant green grass and colorful spring flowers swaying in the soft breeze. Above, the clear blue sky, partly veiled by wispy clouds and leafy tree canopies, created a serene backdrop in the warm sunlight.

As he absorbed the idyllic scene, a haunting memory surfaced—a once-thriving field now reduced to charred remnants, scorched by relentless bombs and fires. The skies had been overcast, heavy with ominous clouds that obscured any hint of blue.

The sweet chirping of birds filled his ears, a soothing contrast to the war cries of dark days past. In this vibrant moment, he felt immense gratitude and peace, as if the world was healing with each note of nature’s song.

"Mugetsu-sama!" The familiar voice jolts him back to reality. He turns to see Rikka standing at the rustic entryway of a charming little farm, sunlight highlighting her warm smile. Her brown hair dances gently in the breeze, and her eyes sparkle with excitement. "Are you coming?" she asks playfully, tilting her head slightly. Caught off guard, Mugetsu stammers, "Ah, y-y-yes!" A rush of adrenaline fills him as he brushes off the remnants of his daydream as he quickly walks to the farm.

As he stepped into the dimly lit barn, the rich scent of hay and the faint sounds of rustling filled the air. His gaze immediately landed on a familiar sight: a striking white horse standing in the stables, its mane glistening like fresh snow. The horse lifted its head, ears perked up, and let out a joyful neigh, instantly recognizing the Dark Knight. "Shiro!" Mugetsu exclaimed, a wide smile spreading across his face. The Dark Knight walked over, his heart swelling with happiness as he approached his loyal companion. The horse stepped forward, nuzzling Mugetsu gently with its nose as if sharing in the joy of their reunion. It was a moment filled with warmth, and Mugetsu felt a profound sense of relief to see Shiro alive and well.

Rikka smiled as she watched the touching reunion between the man she had rescued and his devoted companion. "He refused to leave your side when I found you," she said. "Though he had minor injuries, I managed to heal him. I didn't want to overwork him by making him carry you." As she approached the Dark Knight and his horse, Shiro, she gently stroked the creature’s sleek mane. The horse nuzzled her hand, clearly happy to be reunited with his master.

Mugetsu watched with a smile as Rikka interacted with his horse, Shiro. “He’s quite the mysterious fellow with those striking skull-like markings on his coat, but I assure you, he’s really sweet.” she said, gently stroking his mane and offering him fresh hay. Rikka's eyes sparkled with delight as Shiro munched contentedly, clearly enjoying her attention. “Of course, he’s a true gentleman at heart.” Mugetsu added playfully, allowing a teasing tone to creep into his voice. Rikka chuckled at his remark, the sound light and infectious.

Suddenly, Shiro leaned in and playfully nudged Mugetsu with his nose, clearly craving some affection of his own. “Oi, oi, oi! I’m just kidding!” Mugetsu exclaimed, feigning annoyance as he pushed the horse away gently. The warm bond between them was unmistakable, filled with moments of playful banter and genuine affection that underscored the deep connection they shared.

Rikka laughed at their playful interaction, her joyous voice filling the room. Mugetsu felt his cheeks flush red, shifting uncomfortably under the curious glances around him.“Oh, don’t be shy! You two have such a sweet friendship.” Rikka encouraged, smiling warmly. Mugetsu stammered, "A-A-Ah, yeah." his voice barely a whisper. His gaze fell on a black sword propped against the wall, its dull blade sparking vivid memories of a fierce battle where he nearly lost his life.

“What is it?” Rikka inquired, curiosity lighting up her eyes as she turned her head to see what had caught Mugetsu's attention. She soon realized he was fixated on his sword, lying nearby. With a determined stride, Mugetsu approached his weapon, feeling a surge of relief wash over him as he picked it up. He unsheathed the blade, inspecting it closely; it gleamed brightly, free from the remnants of the battle and his enemy’s blood.

“Ah, your sword.” Rikka said, her voice gentle and understanding. “I noticed you were still clutching it. I figured you wanted to hold onto it, just in case something went wrong.” Mugetsu's heart warmed at her thoughtfulness, recognizing the kindness behind her words. He couldn’t help but smile softly as he returned the weapon to its sheath. “Thank you,” he said appreciatively, securing the sword back to his side. The bond between them felt a little deeper in that moment, forged in their shared experience and unspoken understanding.

The two companions stepped out of the dimly lit barn, the warm sunlight washing over them as they made their way toward the village’s bustling heart. Rikka glanced sideways at her enigmatic companion, her curiosity piqued. "May I ask, Mugetsu-sama, where did you come from?" she inquired, her voice filled with genuine interest in getting to know the Dark Knight standing beside her. "Zangetsu. It’s a remarkable land, filled with lush landscapes and a rich history." Mugetsu replied, a hint of nostalgia brightening his otherwise stoic demeanor. "I’ve heard that Zangetsu is famed for producing exceptionally skilled knights." Rikka remarked, her eyes shining with excitement at the thought.

"Yeah." Mugetsu said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, reflecting a hint of pride. "I presume you are a knight as well?" Rikka asked, her interest deepening as she noticed the way he carried himself with an air of authority. "Y-y-yeah. I was one of the captains." Mugetsu confessed, his shyness evident as he glanced away, his cheeks warming under her attentive gaze. "Ah, amazing!" Rikka exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "You must be more skilled than most! I can only imagine the tales of bravery you could share!" Mugetsu felt a rush of warmth, blushing at Rikka's kind words. Her genuine admiration stirred something within him, making the weight of his past feel lighter as they walked side by side.

“How long have you lived here?” Mugetsu asked, glancing at the Dragon Fairy Maiden beside him, her shimmering wings fluttering in the breeze. “I’ve been here since I was born,” Rikka replied, her eyes reflecting nostalgia. “My mother raised me in this cabin and taught me about the forest and its magic. She passed away a few years ago, but I learned to care for myself.” Mugetsu's heart ached for her. Living alone in the beauty of the woods must be isolating. Though she had her fairies as companions, he knew that even their presence couldn’t replace the void left by her mother. Loneliness can be heavy, even with friends around.

"Rikka..." Mugetsu finally broke the heavy silence that hung between them. Rikka turned her gaze toward him, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. Taking a deep breath, Mugetsu continued, "I have nowhere to go and no family to stay with." The weight of his words sank in as memories of his parents flooded back—images of laughter and warmth now overshadowed by their absence. He hesitated for a moment, his thoughts racing. "Since you saved me... I would be more than happy to help you around your home as a way to show my respect and gratitude." His voice wavered slightly, revealing the shyness that often held him back. He fidgeted with his hands, acutely aware of how vulnerable he felt in that moment. The last thing he wanted was to make things even more awkward between them, but he couldn't shake the hope that this could lead to a new beginning.

Rikka felt a warm blush spread across her cheeks in response to his playful comment. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she smiled and replied, "That would be absolutely wonderful! I could really use a helping hand around the house. And Mugetsu-sama, you’re more than welcome to stay as long as you’d like. I’ve genuinely started to enjoy your company."

Mugetsu stood momentarily in awe, his heart swelling at her kind words. A soft smile crept across his face, reflecting his appreciation for her openness. With a renewed sense of companionship, they continued their journey to the village, laughter and conversation flowing easily between them as they embraced the joy of the day ahead. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

After that pivotal day, Mugetsu settled into a new life alongside Rikka, a change that brought joy to both of them. With a strong and capable presence, Mugetsu quickly became an indispensable part of Rikka's household. He took it upon himself to gather firewood, expertly splitting logs with a practiced hand, ensuring their cozy home was always warm and inviting. Beyond that, he helped with various chores around the house, lifting heavy items with ease and making daily tasks far less burdensome for Rikka.

Embracing his role in the village, Mugetsu secured a position training the next generation of knights. His patience and dedication shone through as he taught the eager children, who idolized him. His reputation quickly spread, and he became a beloved fixture in the village, admired not only for his physical prowess but also for his kind heart and unwavering work ethic.

Gossip among the villagers buzzed with admiration, especially among the women, who would weave tales of how fortunate Rikka was to have such a handsome, noble man in her life. Each time the villagers spoke of it, Rikka would feel a warm flush of happiness, her cheeks turning rosy as a shy smile graced her lips.

Meanwhile, Rikka poured her heart into her work at the village's local bakery. Her passion for baking was evident in every loaf she crafted, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the streets, drawing villagers to her storefront. Everyone agreed that her bread was simply the best, a delightful treat that brought comfort and joy. As Rikka kneaded dough and shaped pastries, she often thought of Mugetsu, her heart swelling with affection as she realized how intertwined their lives had become.

Mugetsu stands at the edge of the training grounds, watching the younglings practice their swordsmanship. Their determination reminds him of his own childhood, filled with sweat, laughter, and adventure. As he listens to village men share stories around a bonfire, he feels pride swelling within him. They speak of his life with Rikka, The village is known for its beauty and a woman who has a radiant smile and a kind heart. He thinks back on their journey, from their chance meeting to the strong bond they have formed. He values their shared laughter and the support they gave each other during both happy and tough times. He is grateful for the path that brought them together.

As they spend more time together, both begin to realize their true feelings for each other. Despite living together, they struggle to express these emotions. Instead of the typical awkwardness of young love, their interactions are marked by subtle glances and shared laughter, highlighting a deeper bond. However, the fear of vulnerability keeps them from fully opening up, leaving them longing for a conversation that could bring them closer.

As they enjoyed dinner, Rikka excitedly mentioned an upcoming village festival. “I heard about it at the bakery where I work!” she said, her eyes shining. Mugetsu looked intrigued. “A festival? What kind?” “It’s the New Moon Festival.” Rikka explained. “It happens whenever there's a New Moon, and the village comes alive! Everyone gathers for activities, games, and to admire the stars. It’s a beautiful sight when the moon is hidden.” With a widening smile, she added, “Families share stories, dance, and enjoy delicious food. It really brings the community together, and I can't wait for it!”

Mugetsu observes the bright expression of excitement on her face as she talks about the upcoming festival. The thought of joining her fills him with joy; he can already envision the wonderful evening they will share together, filled with laughter and celebration. He relishes the sight of her smile, which lights up his day, and he is determined to keep that smile alive, even when they are apart. In his mind, every moment spent with her is precious, and the idea of seeing her happiness fade away at any point is something he cannot bear. He looks forward to making unforgettable memories that will help her smile shine even brighter.

With a warm smile, Mugetsu said, "It sounds like a fun event that I definitely don’t want to miss. I really don’t see any reason why not to participate." He then picked up his cup, cradling the warm ceramic in his hands. Rikka's eyes sparkled with excitement as she leaned closer and exclaimed, "Really?! You’ll come?" "Absolutely." Mugetsu replied, his tone enthusiastic. "I haven't had the chance to attend one of these in quite a while, and I'm eager to be a part of this one." He took a thoughtful sip of his drink, savoring the flavor, while Rikka practically bounced in her seat, unable to contain her joy. "Yay!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with pure delight. The sight of the Dragon Fairy Maiden's excitement brought a genuine smile to Mugetsu's face, warming his heart even more.

As they finished their dinner and carefully cleaned the dishes together, Rikka turned to Mugetsu-sama with a thoughtful expression. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to call it a night early. I need to tailor my dress for the upcoming festival,” she said, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she imagined the event. The Dark Knight smiled warmly at her eagerness. “That’s perfectly fine with me,” he replied before saying, “I also need to head out soon as well. I have to feed Shiro before it gets too late.” Rikka nodded appreciatively, grateful for his understanding. The two shared a moment of comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company in the cozy atmosphere of the dimly lit room.

After a brief exchange of smiles, they both said goodnight, feeling a warmth in their hearts as they prepared to part ways for the night, each with their own tasks ahead but looking forward to the festival that awaited them.

Mugetsu stepped outside into the cool evening air, the sky above painted with shades of deep blue and scattered stars twinkling faintly. The peaceful sounds of the night surrounded him as he made his way toward the barn. As he entered, the familiar scent of hay and horses enveloped him, bringing a comforting warmth to the atmosphere. In the stable, he found Shiro, his loyal companion, a striking white horse whose coat shimmered softly in the dim light. Shiro let out a cheerful neigh upon seeing Mugetsu, his ears perking up in excitement.

With a smile, Mugetsu approached, the worries of the day melting away. “Hey, Shiro,” he greeted gently, reaching out to stroke the horse's neck. The connection between them was immediate, enhanced by the tranquility of the night. He then reached into a small, weathered sack he carried and carefully poured slices of fresh apples and crunchy carrots into Shiro's bowl. The horse eagerly leaned in, munching on the treats, his eyes sparkling with delight. The sounds of chewing filled the peaceful barn, a reminder of the special bond they shared as night enveloped the world around them.

Mugetsu found himself drifting into his thoughts, his gaze wandering somewhere distant. Memories of Rikka filled his mind, bringing a soft smile to his lips. He recalled the warmth of her smile, the way it lit up her beautiful face and the gentle kindness that infused her every action. While other women admired him for his striking appearance and formidable strength, Rikka appreciated him for who he truly was. She wasn’t captivated by superficial traits instead, she had a unique charm that drew him in, characterized by her compassion and hardworking nature. He thought of her tireless dedication and how she poured her heart into everything she did, making her not just attractive, but truly remarkable in his eyes.

Shiro nudges the Dark Knight's arm with his nose to grab his attention. Mugetsu looks at him, confused and a bit annoyed. “What do you want?” he asks. The horse neighs knowingly, hinting that Mugetsu should address what’s on his mind. “Oh, be quiet. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mugetsu retorts, crossing his arms. Shiro responds with another neigh, reminding him that he needs to share his thoughts eventually.“I’ll get to it. I promise,” Mugetsu replies softly, turning away, the weight of his unspoken feelings hanging heavily in the air.

In the cozy confines of Rikka's room, bright strands of fabric strewn across her workspace reflected the warmth of her excitement. She hummed a cheerful tune, her fingers deftly guiding the needle and thread as she crafted a beautiful dress, aided by the tiny, shimmering fairies fluttering around her. Each flick of their wings filled the air with a sprinkle of magic, creating an enchanting atmosphere. The upcoming festival loomed large in her mind, and her thoughts often drifted to Mugetsu, the special friend she eagerly anticipated spending the day with.“Rikka, when are you going to tell him?” Tsubaki asked, breaking Rikka’s concentration. She abruptly halted her sewing, caught off guard and feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. “U-U-Uh, well…” she stammered, her heart racing at the thought of revealing her feelings.“You really should tell him,” Lily chimed in, offering a gentle smile. “You two have built such a strong bond of trust ever since you first met. It’s about time you let him know how you feel.” Rikka bit her lip, considering her friends' encouragement, with her mind swirling with a mix of excitement and nerves about what lay ahead.

As she reflects on her thoughts, Mugetsu's image surfaces vividly in her mind. He was not only handsome, with his warm smile and compelling presence, but also incredibly generous and hardworking. In contrast to the other men in her village, who were often more captivated by her beauty than by her genuine qualities, Mugetsu saw her kindness and diligence as what they truly were. He appreciated her for her strength and resilience, which made her feel valued in a way she hadn't experienced before. Being around him brought her a sense of joy and comfort. The moment she discovered him and nursed him back to health, something inexplicable ignited within her. It was as if a hidden part of her had awakened, one that had long been dormant. Their first encounter was etched in her memory, filled with a certain magic that left a lasting impression on her heart.

Rikka took a stroll outside, enveloped in her warm cloak to ward off the chill. Having just returned from visiting her mother's grave to honor her birthday, she felt a mix of sorrow and comfort. The fairies fluttered around her, their presence a reminder that she was not alone. They had been her loyal companions since childhood, and she had loved her mother, a kind and beautiful woman who had touched many hearts. As Rikka walked, memories of her mother filled her mind, providing a sense of connection amid her grief.

In an instant, Rikka's breath catches in her throat as a striking white stallion gallops into view, its face adorned with eerie skull-like markings that seem to shimmer in the light. She instinctively takes a cautious step back, her heart racing with uncertainty. Sensing the potential threat, her loyal fairies flutter around her, weaving their magic to create a shimmering shield of protection. Rikka's eyes remain fixed on the enigmatic horse, aware that its presence could bring danger, and she prepares herself for whatever may come next.

But then she locked eyes with the horse, and instead of anger, she found fear and desperation in its gaze. Rikka's heart raced as she lowered her shield, shocking the fairies around her."Rikka! What are you doing?!" Shun'o exclaimed, worry etched on his face."Stay back. I know what I'm doing," Rikka replied, her voice steady as she stepped closer to the terrified creature, sensing its urgent need for help.

Rikka extended her hand slowly, inviting the mysterious horse. Its sleek coat shimmered in the sunlight as it cautiously approached, large eyes filled with curiosity. With a mix of excitement and calm, Rikka gently touched its forehead.

A soft smile spread across Rikka's face as she began to caress the horse’s mane, her fingers gliding through the silky strands. The horse seemed to relax under her touch, arching its neck slightly as if savoring the connection. In the background, the fairies hovered, their tiny wings shimmering like prisms in the light, their expressions filled with astonishment at the gentle bond unfolding between Rikka and the majestic beast. They had never witnessed such a harmonious meeting, enchanted by the trust that blossomed in that serene moment.

The horse tilted his head, signaling Rikka to follow him. Trusting his instincts, she hurried after him as he trotted briskly down the path. The fairies trailed behind her, their shimmering wings fluttering around her. Rikka focused on keeping pace, her heart racing with excitement as she felt the urgency of their journey.

To her astonishment, he guided her to a scorched battleground, a desolate landscape where the remains of countless soldiers lay strewn across the charred earth. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and ash, and a profound silence enveloped the scene, amplifying the gravity of the moment. Rikka stood frozen in disbelief, her heart racing as she took in the unimaginable sight, while the fairies, usually vibrant and lively, mirrored her shock with wide eyes and hushed whispers.“Rikka, are you absolutely sure about this horse?” Tsubaki murmured cautiously, her voice barely rising above the somber atmosphere. Rikka shot her a brief, sharp look, urging her to keep quiet. “Is there someone you know still alive out here?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly as she scanned the horizon, hoping to find a glimmer of life amidst the devastation. The weight of her words hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the loss that surrounded them.

The horse gently guides Rikka through a haunting landscape strewn with the lifeless bodies of fallen warriors. Each step she takes feels heavier as her heart breaks over the devastating scene. Suddenly, the horse lets out a startled neigh, indicating that it has found its owner. Rikka’s eyes follow the sound, and she spots an armored man covered in blood lying amidst the chaos. His long black hair flows like a dark river, and despite the surrounding carnage, he still clings to life.

Rikka’s eyes widened in shock as she realized the severity of the situation. Without hesitation, she dashed over to the fallen man, her heart pounding in her chest. Kneeling beside him on the cold ground, she carefully unbuckled and removed his armor, revealing the deep, ragged wound on his chest that was seeping blood. With determination, she placed her hands over the injury, her fingers trembling slightly. "Stay with me," she pleaded, her voice laced with urgency. "You’re going to be okay." As she spoke, she concentrated, drawing upon her magic to form a radiant golden glow around him. The light glimmered brightly, enveloping his body as it began to mend the fatal wound, its warmth radiating and fighting against the darkness threatening to consume him. Rikka’s heart surged with hope as she poured all her strength into the healing, refusing to give up on him.

The dark-haired knight let out a faint cough, confirming he was alive, though still unconscious. Rikka felt a rush of relief as the horse beside her shifted, sensing the significance of the moment.The fairies stood in stunned silence, their expressions a mix of shock and curiosity.“Tsubaki, Shun'o, Baigon, and Hinagiku, I need your strength to carry him back to the house.” Rikka instructed urgently.“HUH?!” Tsubaki exclaimed, surprised by the request. The others exchanged glances, a smile forming as they eagerly prepared to help Rikka.

The highly anticipated day of the festival finally arrives, buzzing with excitement as Mugetsu and Rikka join the villagers in setting up the vibrant decorations and stalls. The air is filled with laughter and the scent of delicious food as they work diligently, wrapping colorful streamers around the trees and arranging handmade crafts for display. Once their tasks are complete, they manage to finish early, allowing themselves some well-deserved time to prepare for the evening’s festivities.

As dusk approaches, Mugetsu steps out of his room, a sense of pride evident in his demeanor. He dons a carefully chosen outfit that reflects his personality and style. His tailored black pants, which hug his frame perfectly, feature elegant dark silver trim that catches the fading light. On his feet, he wears sturdy black leather boots, polished to a shine, ready for the evening’s activities. His top is a dark grayish-blue collared shirt neatly tucked into his pants, exuding a sense of sophistication. Over it, he sports a tailored black vest that adds a touch of refinement to his ensemble. To complete the look, he has pinned a striking teal lily to his vest, its vibrant color standing out beautifully against the dark fabric, adding a subtle yet eye-catching detail to his attire.

"Rikka! Are you ready?" the Dark Knight called out to the dragon fairy. "Coming!" Rikka shouted from her room. She stepped out of the bedroom, drawing Mugetsu’s gaze as he marveled at her stunning appearance. Her golden locks cascaded in loose waves, with half of her hair pulled into a small ponytail, while a crown of teal and turquoise flowers adorned her head. She wore a beautiful white dress with off-the-shoulder, long puffy sleeves, and a flowing skirt. A turquoise floral corset hugged her waist, accentuating her figure. Completing her look was a pair of wooden sandals embellished with white flowers, perfectly matching her outfit. Her makeup featured a mesmerizing shimmer of blue sparkle dusted across her eyelids, capturing the light and enhancing the vibrant aura she exuded.

Mugetsu admired how it beautifully complemented her mood, accentuating the ethereal quality of her appearance. With her delicate wings unfurled and her striking tail gracefully trailing behind her, she resembled a goddess who had just descended from a dream, embodying an enchanting blend of grace and allure. The entire scene was like a captivating fantasy come to life. Rikka gazes at him in awe, captivated by his striking features and confident demeanor. His well-defined jawline and perfectly styled hair give him an air of elegance. With piercing eyes that seem to hold countless stories, he radiates a charm and nobility that reminds her of a dashing prince straight out of a beloved fairy tale.

"Rikka, you look absolutely gorgeous," Mugetsu remarked, a warm smile spreading across his face as he finally broke the lingering silence that hung in the air. Her heart fluttered at the compliment, and she couldn’t help but light up, striking a playful pose and spinning gracefully to showcase her stunning outfit for the Dark Knight. The fabric of her dress flowed elegantly around her, catching the light as she twirled.

“Really?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with a mix of hope and mischief. “Really,” Mugetsu confirmed, his smile broadening with sincerity, eliciting a soft, delighted chuckle from Rikka. It was a moment of lightness that filled the space between them, warming the atmosphere with camaraderie.

“You look like a prince yourself.” she teased, lifting an eyebrow playfully. Mugetsu shrugged slightly, his cheeks tinted with a light blush as he chuckled shyly in response. “Thank you.” he said, the genuine appreciation in his voice evident. The banter continued, weaving them closer together in that fleeting moment, both enjoying the simple joy of each other's company.

"Enough with the flirting; let’s get to the festival!" Tsubaki’s comment annoyed Mugetsu and embarrassed Rikka. Lily shouted at Tsubaki to be quiet, sparking an argument between them. Mugetsu sighed, exhausted from the chaos, while Rikka awkwardly laughed before urging her friends to settle down so they could finally head to the festival.

“Shall we?” Mugetsu asked, a charming smile playing on his lips as he extended his arm towards Rikka. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she accepted his offer, wrapping her midnight blue shawl around her shoulders to ward off the evening chill. They stepped outside their cozy home, the warm glow of lanterns illuminating the path ahead, while the tiny fairies flitted joyfully around them, their delicate wings shimmering in the dusk.

As they approached Shiro, their majestic white steed, Mugetsu carefully helped Rikka mount the saddle, his hands steady and reassuring. Once she was settled, he climbed aboard in front of her, ensuring she felt safe and secure. With a gentle nudge, he guided Shiro into motion, the horse’s hooves softly thudding against the ground as they set off towards the lively festival, the air buzzing with excitement and the sounds of celebration.

As they arrived at the festival, the sky was painted in hues of orange and pink, signaling the onset of sunset. The warm glow cast a magical light over the festivities, creating an enchanting atmosphere. Lively music filled the air, mingling with the sound of laughter that echoed around them. People danced joyfully, embracing the vibrant spirit of the evening.

The tantalizing aroma of various delicious foods wafted from nearby stalls, tempting their taste buds with promises of savory and sweet delights. Mugetsu and Rikka wandered hand in hand through the crowd, sharing smiles and murmurs of excitement as they took in the sights. They eagerly sampled different dishes, relishing every bite while taking in the warmth of the gathering.

As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, they joined in with others on the dance floor, moving to the rhythm and finding joy in each other's company. The festival felt truly magical under the twilight sky, and they treasured every moment spent together, knowing they were creating unforgettable memories.

As the festival drew to a close, the atmosphere was filled with a sense of magic and wonder. Families gazed up in awe at the stunning new moon, its silver light illuminating the night, while countless stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across a velvet canvas. Parents tenderly gathered their sleepy children, cradling them in their arms as they made their way home, their laughter and soft whispers drifting away on the cool evening breeze.

Amidst this enchanting scene, Mugetsu and Rikka exchanged warm smiles, their hearts light with joy. They made their way to Shiro, their steps filled with anticipation. Nearby, a group of fairies fluttered about, their delicate wings shimmering in the starlight as they patiently awaited the arrival of the Dark Knight and the Dragon Fairy Maiden.

"Mugetsu-sama, I’d love to extend our evening with a walk in the woods for some fresh air," Rikka suggested, her eyes bright with excitement."Aren't you tired?" he asked, surprised. She smiled. "If you're not feeling up to it, I understand.""No, I'm happy to join you," he replied, returning her smile. Rikka turned to the fairies. "You’re welcome to head back if you’re worn out. I don’t want to exhaust you."Yes!" the fairies cheered, eager to find rest. Mugetsu gave Shiro a gentle pat before the fairies departed. Rikka and Mugetsu exchanged peaceful smiles and linked arms as they stepped into the moonlit woods, where the soft rustle of leaves and flickering fireflies created a magical atmosphere.

As they reminisced, their laughter filled the air as they recalled the joyous memories they created together at the festival. The evening was enchanting, with flickering lanterns casting a warm glow and lively performances surrounding them. They fondly remembered the delightful aromas of hot meals and baked goods wafting through the air, along with the captivating music played by wandering musicians. Each moment they shared deepened their connection, making the night even more magical. Both of them truly cherished their time together, savoring the camaraderie and excitement that the festival inspired, which was exactly what they had hoped for.

As they arrived at the serene lake, the night sky sparkled above, with stars twinkling like diamonds on the dark canvas. The water mirrored their brilliance, creating a mesmerizing glimmer that danced across the surface. Framing the lake were graceful cherry blossom trees, their branches adorned with soft pink petals. The gentle breeze caused some of the delicate blooms to drift down, floating softly on the water like tiny boats. The entire scene exuded a sense of tranquility and beauty, enveloping them in a perfect moment of peace and wonder.

"Ah, it’s so beautiful!" Rikka exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight as she gazed at the stunning landscape before her. Lush green hills rolled gently in the distance, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. The sky was a masterpiece of colors, blending shades of pink, orange, and purple. "Yeah," Mugetsu replied, a soft smile spreading across his face. He took a moment to soak in the tranquility of the scene. "Let’s sit here and enjoy the moment." Rikka's face lit up even more at his suggestion. They both found a cozy patch of grass, settling down side by side. As they sat there, the gentle breeze brushed past them, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers. They exchanged comfortable silence, letting the peaceful atmosphere envelop them as they admired the breathtaking view together.

Mugetsu watched with a soft smile as delicate petals drifted gently from above, landing on Rikka's head and settling atop her flower crown. The vibrant colors contrasted beautifully with Rikka's shimmering wings. She cupped her hands together, delighting in the sensation of the soft petals resting on her palms. With a playful grin, Rikka blew gently, sending the petals swirling through the air in a mesmerizing dance, each one glinting in the sunlight. The sight filled her with joy, and she giggled as the petals scattered far and wide, twinkling like little stars. In response to the enchanting display, the Dark Knight couldn't help but smile and chuckle at the sweet fairy's infectious happiness.

Rikka glanced at him, laughter bubbling up as she noticed his long black hair adorned with delicate pink blossom petals that had fluttered down from the nearby trees. “What?” the Dark Knight asked, confusion etched on his face. “You look really pretty, Mugetsu-sama.” she teased, her laughter lifting the mood around them. “What do you mean, ‘pre—’?” he began, but his voice trailed off when he realized the petals in his hair. Running his fingers through his silky locks, he felt the blossoms slip away, their faint scent lingering. “Should’ve known.” he muttered, a playful pout forming on his lips as he recognized how ridiculous he looked. Rikka laughed again, her joy creating a warm atmosphere that contrasted with his usual somber demeanor.

Rikka stopped laughing, her eyes sparkling with warmth, as Mugetsu brushed the delicate petals from his face. She took a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking. "Hey, Mugetsu-sama. I just wanted to let you know how much I’ve enjoyed your company ever since we first met. Tonight’s events made that even more special for me." A radiant smile spread across her face as she looked up at the Dark Knight, her heart fluttering. Mugetsu, feeling a rush of warmth at her words, felt his cheeks tinge with a light blush. The feeling was new and exhilarating, making his heart pound in his chest. He met her gaze with a soft smile, the tension of the moment hanging delicately between them. "Now that you mention it," he replied, his voice gentle, "I’ve also been enjoying your company since that day you saved me. And I must say, tonight was truly unforgettable." As he spoke, Mugetsu reached out and gently took Rikka's hand in his own, their fingers intertwining, solidifying the bond that had formed between them amidst the events of the evening.

The two locked eyes, an unspoken connection growing between them. As the world around them faded away, they slowly leaned closer, their hearts racing with anticipation. In that charged moment, they both instinctively closed their eyes, surrendering to the inevitable. Their lips brushed together softly, igniting a spark that revealed the true feelings they'd long kept hidden. It was a gentle kiss, overflowing with the weight of unexpressed emotions, finally bringing their hearts and souls together in a moment of profound honesty.

They slowly pulled away from each other, hearts still racing from the intensity of the moment. As they gazed deeply into each other’s eyes, a warmth spread between them, filled with unspoken understanding. “I see you’ve come to realize your true feelings for me since our first meeting,” Rikka said, her voice soft yet confident, a smile breaking across her face. “I felt the same way about you all along.”Mugetsu’s eyes sparkled with affection as he nodded, a genuine smile forming on his lips. “Yeah,” he replied, his voice filled with warmth. Unable to resist the pull of their emotions, the two lovers leaned in closer. As their lips met once more, the kiss was a beautiful blend of love and passion, enveloping them in a gentle yet fervent embrace that deepened the connection they had just discovered.

Rikka cups his cheeks with her hands as she kisses him passionately yet gently. Mugetsu then lies her down on the grass while kissing her, the same as how she was kissing him. She wraps her arms around him while kissing his neck as she feels the grass tickling her back through her clothes. As the moment unfolds, she gracefully spreads her wings wide, taking care to protect her delicate wings from being crushed or harmed.

Mugetsu wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her passionately. His lips gently brushed against her delicate, soft ones, which he now enjoyed. Rikka enjoyed the sensation of his lips against hers. This was their first kiss, a moment aflame with emotion and significance, reflecting the deep, genuine feelings they held for one another.

She then feels his kisses travel to her neck. "Mugetsu-sama..." She moaned with delight. "Rikka..." Mugetsu pulls away and looks at the beautiful Dragon Fairy Maiden in front of him. "Please, let me be yours forever." She confessed. Mugetsu smiled at his lover. "As you wish." he said softly. Rikka beamed and pulled him in for a deep, lingering kiss, their connection evident in that fleeting moment.

The couple then strip out of their clothes to feel each other. Rikka blushes as she gazes at his impressive muscular physique, her eyes drawn to the intricate black flame tattoo that winds around his left arm. The tattoo seems to flicker with a life of its own, contrasting sharply with the smooth, tanned skin beneath it, adding to his alluring presence. She has seen him like this when he cuts for firewood and trains with his sword. But seeing him like this made her want him more.

Mugestu admires her beautiful naked body. Her pale golden skin glowed like sunlight, perfectly matching her golden eyes and hair. Her breasts were exposed, her curvaceous hips exposed, along with her slender legs. Her ethereal wings unfurled gracefully against the lush green grass, while her hair cascaded around her like a shimmering waterfall. This captivating display made her appear as if she had stepped right out of a dream. She was beautiful to his eyes, looking like this.

"You are beautiful. Really beautiful like this." Mugetsu said in awe with a loving smile. Rikka smiled at her lover's comment. "I could say the same to you as well." She said with a loving smile. Mugetsu smiled lovingly at his lover before he leaned down to kiss her.

The couple lie there kissing each other passionately. The Dark Knight's hands explore everywhere on her body to her pleasure. Rikka's hands roam everywhere on his back, feeling his muscles and massaging his shoulder blades. Rikka moans as his lips come back to her neck again, along with his hand groping her breast.

Mugetsu's lips then lead to her chest as his other hand gropes her other breast, earning a moan from his lover. She felt his hot breast against her breasts. He cups her breast before giving the nipple a gentle lick to the fairy dragon maiden's pleasure as a gasp of pleasure escapes from her lips. His lips wrap around it before sucking it to her pleasure. Rikka lifts her hand up as she strokes his beautiful black locks. "Mugetsu-sama..." She moaned as her lover sucked her nipple. He then does the same to the other breast to her pleasure.

He looked up at her to see her face, which was flushed red with excitement and love. He kisses down her stomach, causing Rikka to arch her back as that happened. She feels the strands of his beautiful black hair against her skin. He almost reaches her crotch but pulls away, having his hand go there. Rikka looks at where his hand was traveling to. It wasn't long before his fingers gently rubbed her folds before the two were inserted inside, causing Rikka to gasp with pleasure.

Mugetsu stares at her with hungry, loving eyes as he massages her walls gently. "M-M-M-Mugetsu-s-s-s-sama..." Rikka moaned his name. Just then, Mugetsu pulls his fingers out and positions himself between her legs with his hard cock rubbing against her moist folds. He leans down and kisses her passionately. Rikka gasped and moaned against the kiss as she felt his tongue in her mouth and against her tongue. The Dark Knight pulls away as they gasp for air, and a slight string of drool connects to their lips. The Dragon Fairy Maiden stares into her lover's eyes with lust and excitement.

"I'm gonna go gently." Mugetsu lets his lover know. Rikka nodded in understatement but was excited about this. Mugetsu slowly slides his cock into her folds. "Ngh..." Rikka squealed quietly as that happened. Mugetsu grunts but stares at his lover, worried that he might go too rough on her. Rikka looks at him to let him know that she is alright and gives him a smile to his relief. She nods, letting him know that he can move.

Mugetsu begins to move slowly. The couple moaned and gasped with delight as that happened. Rikka wraps her arms around his neck to hold on to him. Mugetsu buried his face against the crook of her neck as he held her while moving his cock in and out of her walls to her pleasure. Rikka asked him to go quick, which he happily obliged yet gently so he wasn't going too rough on her.

The couple held on to each other as they made love to each other for the first time. They are so consumed by their feelings for one another that they pay little attention to anything else happening around them. Their thoughts and actions revolve entirely around each other, leaving little room for other interests or concerns.

Beneath the delicate canopy of cherry blossoms, shrouded in the dark embrace of a new moon, they found themselves surrounded by a serene atmosphere. The stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across a velvet sky, adding to the magic of the night. At that moment, with fragrant petals drifting gently in the breeze, they experienced a profound connection. It felt as if time stood still, allowing them to openly acknowledge feelings they had long kept hidden. This enchanting night, with its breathtaking scenery, would forever be etched in their memories as the moment they truly realized their love for one another.

The couple then moaned when their minds went blank as they came.

Mugetsu looks at his lover as he pants and slowly regains his normal breathing. Rikka looked at him as she was doing the same as him. Rikka smiles lovingly as she cups his cheeks.

"I love you..." She said in a soft voice.

Mugetsu smiles at her lovingly before saying,

"I love you too."

Rikka smiles before pulling him into a loving kiss on the lips.

They held each other closely, enjoying the warmth of their embrace as the stars twinkled above. Rikka looked up at the night sky, her heart filled with joy. "It's such a beautiful night." she whispered, a soft smile on her lips as she nestled deeper into the Dark Knight's strong arms. Mugetsu gazed down at her, his heart swelling with affection. "Yeah." he responded, his voice warm and genuine as he returned her smile. At that moment, everything felt perfect, as if only their love and the shimmering stars existed in that magical space.

"Mugetsu-sama, finding you that day changed everything for me." she said softly, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "After my mother passed, I felt so lonely. But your presence brought me safety and joy I hadn’t felt in a long time." She snuggled closer, her voice barely a whisper. "I admire your strength and kindness, and with each moment we share, I find myself falling deeper in love with you." A gentle smile graced her lips, expressing a love built on gratitude and trust, promising a beautiful forever together.

Mugetsu smiled softly at Rikka, pulling her closer. "You know, when you saved me that day, everything changed for me. I found myself captivated by your kindness and determination. As we got to know each other, your presence became a true comfort. I realized I was falling for you." he said, tightening his embrace, filled with warmth and sincerity.

Rikka felt a warm glow rush over her as she gazed at her lover, whose face held the same radiant smile. The moment felt blissful, filled with unspoken affection. Unable to resist, she pulled herself closer, her heart racing, and gently pulled him into a tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with warmth and promise, sealing the quiet joy of their shared connection.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Two years after their initial confession, Rikka and Mugetsu found that their love had deepened significantly. The moment they revealed their feelings for each other that night marked a turning point in their relationship. Since then, each new moon has taken on special meaning for them, serving as a beautiful reminder of their connection. They cherish this occasion, celebrating it as their anniversary and reflecting on their time together.

Now happily married, Mugetsu and Rikka found joy in being closer to each other. The moment Mugetsu proposed was both intimate and deeply personal, crafted to evoke the romance that had blossomed between them. He chose the very spot where they first confessed their true feelings, a secluded glade by the lake that held so many precious memories. As dusk settled, a soft glow enveloped the area, with candles gently floating on the water's surface, casting shimmering reflections that danced under the starlit sky.

Rikka looked stunning in a flowing gown of sky blue, the fabric shimmering subtly in the moonlight. Her hair cascaded in graceful waves, framing her face and giving her the enchanting presence of a princess from a fairy tale. Mugetsu stood opposite her, dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit that accentuated his stature and charm. As they stood there, both were in awe of each other, captivated by how beautifully they complemented one another, lost in the magic of the moment.

The Dark Knight fell to one knee, his heart racing as he gazed up at the Dragon Fairy Maiden. In his hand, he held a magnificent gold band, the centerpiece of a dazzling aquamarine diamond that shimmered like the sky on a clear day. As he presented the ring, the world around them faded, leaving only the two of them in that enchanting moment.

Her golden-brown eyes widened in astonishment, reflecting the light of the gem and shimmering with tears of pure joy. It was a moment suspended in time, filled with the promise of a love eternally cherished. Without a moment's hesitation, she breathed a heartfelt "yes" and the words seemed to wrap around them like a warm embrace.

Happiness surged through her as she enveloped him in her arms, pulling him close, embodying all the love and dreams they shared. In that tender moment, surrounded by the magic of their love, they both knew they were destined to be together forever.

The wedding ceremony took place in the quaint village church, its stone walls adorned with delicate flowering vines that cascaded gracefully from the entrance and framed the windows. The fragrant blooms filled the air with a sweet scent, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The pews were packed with villagers, each eager to witness the union of the beloved couple and to celebrate the love they shared.

Mugetsu stood at the altar, dressed impressively in a striking black suit that fit him perfectly, complemented by dark silver armor that gleamed on his shoulders. He chose Shiro, his loyal horse and companion, as his best man due to their deep bond. After years of adventures and steadfast support, it felt only right to honor that unique connection on his special day. People found it sweet that he and his horse got along so well. He embodied the essence of a storybook prince, and his regal presence drew admiration from everyone present. Many of the female villagers couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy toward Rikka, who radiated joy and elegance beside him.

Yet, beneath that envy was a collective sense of happiness for Rikka, as they knew she had found a man who treated her with unwavering respect and kindness. His gentlemanly demeanor made it clear that he cherished her deeply. The villagers felt gratified to witness such a heartwarming partnership, and the air was filled with laughter, well-wishes, and the promise of a beautiful future for the couple, marking the beginning of their journey together.

When Rikka entered the room, a hushed awe fell over the crowd as they admired her breathtaking beauty. Mugetsu's heart raced with excitement at the thought of marrying the love of his life. Shiro, noticing Mugetsu's elation, playfully nudged him and remarked on how incredibly lucky he was to be marrying someone as wonderful as Rikka. The Dragon Fairy Maiden wore a stunning off-shoulder white gown that flowed elegantly around her, adorned with vibrant teal flowers that added a striking pop of color. Intricate floral lace detailed the edges, glimmering softly with every movement she made. Atop her head rested a delicate flower crown that perfectly complemented her dress, its blooms harmonizing with the teal accents. Her golden hair fell in loose, romantic curls, cascading gracefully down her shoulders, while a soft veil concealed her face, enhancing her allure. Mugetsu couldn't take his eyes off her; the light teal eyeshadow accentuated her striking eyes, making them shimmer with joy and excitement. In her hands, she held a beautiful bouquet of whitish teal flowers, its elegant arrangement completing the enchanting look. Rikka radiated charm and grace, captivating everyone in the room as they celebrated the beautiful occasion.

The fairies flitted around her like sparkling stars, showering the aisle with vibrant petals as she made her way to the altar. Rikka and Mugetsu beamed with anticipation, their hearts racing with excitement for a moment they had both dreamed of since their paths first crossed.

As she reached the altar, sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the floor. Mugetsu gently clasped Rikka's hand, their fingers interlocking as the priest began to speak, his voice warm and steady. The air was filled with emotion as he shared vows rich with promises of love and devotion.

Finally, when the moment arrived for them to be declared husband and wife, a surge of exhilaration swept over the gathered villagers. With radiant smiles, the couple leaned in for a deep, heartfelt kiss, sealing their union. Cheers erupted from the crowd, a joyful symphony of celebration, as the villagers rejoiced in the beautiful journey that Rikka and Mugetsu were beginning together as husband and wife.

Rikka often finds solace in a cherished memory that lingers in her heart from nine months ago, a moment that brings her joy and comfort as she goes about her day. This evening, the sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow across the kitchen as she prepares dinner. The tantalizing aroma of sautéed onions and garlic fills the air, mingling with the earthy scent of fresh herbs as she carefully chops vibrant vegetables, each slice echoing her excitement for the arrival of her husband.

The sound of the front door creaking open breaks her concentration, sending a flutter of anticipation through her. "I'm home!" Mugetsu's voice rings out, rich and warm, and Rikka’s face lights up with a radiant smile that feels like sunshine. "Welcome home!" she responds, her eyes sparkling as she turns to greet him. As he steps inside, she notices the way his long coat drapes over his shoulders, contrasting with the polished steel of his sword, which he places with practiced grace on the coat rack. The door shuts softly behind him, sealing out the chill of the evening air, and the moment feels intimate as if the world outside has faded away.

Mugetsu makes his way towards her, his long dark hair slightly tousled and a playful smile illuminating his face. In an instant, he draws her into a warm embrace, enveloping her in the comforting scent of the outdoors mixed with his own unique fragrance. He leans down, brushing his lips against hers in a tender kiss that sends a thrill through her. The kitchen, filled with the bubbling sounds of dinner and the soft glow of warm light, becomes a sanctuary of love, reminding them both of the life they have built together.

"Hope you weren't feeling lonely while I was away," he said warmly, enveloping her waist with his arms, pulling her close. She looked up at him with a playful glint in her eyes and replied, "Not at all! You were just off running a quick errand with Shiro. The fairies and I kept ourselves busy with some housework, and honestly, it gave me a chance to catch up on things around here. Besides, it’s my responsibility to keep this place in order." She paused for a moment, a mischievous smile spreading across her face, "But don’t worry about the fairies; they decided to take a little break and explore the town. They’ve earned it."

As she spoke, Mugetsu’s face lit up with happiness, his heart swelling at the sight of his wife’s vibrant spirit. Her laughter seemed to fill the room, making it light and joyful, a perfect contrast to the momentary absence he had felt.

Just then, soft cooing sounds filled the air from the living room. Rikka turned her head and spotted a beautifully crafted wooden crib nestled in the corner, the gentle sounds emanating from within. “Ah, he woke up.” Rikka said with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with affection. Mugetsu glanced over, a hint of guilt crossing his face. “That must be my fault since I called out.” he admitted, his voice laced with tenderness. He leaned in to give Rikka a quick kiss on the lips, filled with love and reassurance, before gently pulling away. With a fond look in his eyes, he made his way to the crib, eager to see their little one and offer comfort.

Mugetsu smiled softly as he gazed down at his son, Sirius, who was snugly wrapped in a cozy grey-blue blanket. The little boy had inherited many traits from his mother, with delicate facial features, tiny horns, and fairy-like wings, though his wings and horns were a shade darker than hers. Sirius’s hair was a striking black, just like his father's, but with a subtle hint of blue that mirrored the beautiful ombre of Rikka’s own hair.

As Sirius made another soft cooing sound, his bright eyes locked onto Mugetsu's, an adorable smile spreading across Mugetsu's face. "Ah, sorry, Sirius. I didn't mean to wake you." he murmured, his voice a gentle whisper filled with love. Leaning down, Mugetsu cradled his son tenderly in his arms, feeling the warmth of the tiny body against his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to Sirius’s forehead.

Rikka stood nearby, her heart melting with warmth as she watched the sweet interaction between her husband and their son. The sight of Mugetsu holding Sirius so protectively filled her with joy. In this small, serene moment, their family felt perfectly complete, wrapped in love and tenderness that would always bind them together.

Rikka gently made her way toward her family, her heart swelling with joy as she held Mugetsu's arm, her eyes sparkling with love as she gazed at their son nestled safely in the Dark Knight's embrace. It was hard to believe that just a month had passed since their wedding, and now their lives were blossoming with the thrilling news of a new addition to their family.

Throughout Rikka's pregnancy, Mugetsu was the picture of devoted care, always attentive to her needs and ensuring her comfort.The fairies were excited about the new family member and even offered their help. Each night, without fail, the Dark Knight would kneel beside her and tenderly kiss his Dragon Fairy Maiden's growing belly, a gesture filled with love and anticipation. Rikka couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm and affection, her heart warmed by the sight of her husband's excitement at the thought of becoming a father. In those precious moments, she, too, felt a deep sense of joy and wonder at the journey that lay ahead of them as they prepared to welcome their little one into the world. Their hearts danced in unison, filled with dreams and hopes for their future as a family.

He poured his heart and soul into crafting a beautiful crib for his future child, carefully selecting each piece of wood as he worked. Gender didn't matter to him; what truly excited him was the prospect of becoming a father. Rikka felt the same joy about her journey into motherhood. The women in the village were overjoyed for her and warmly offered their support, recwerelinweretheir own experiences withwatchatchey were more than willinwereowerend a helping hand, eager to watch over Mugetsu and Rikka's child while they managed t,heir daily tasks.

Rikka had been given maternity leave from the bakery. The employees at her bakery joyfully congratulated her and Mugetsu on their expected child with a small celebration. Rikka, with a playful smile, joked that her unborn child would become a valuable assistant to the village. Her lighthearted humor brought warmth to those around her, reflecting the deep sense of community that surrounded them.

As soon as Rikka felt the first signs of labor, Mugetsu rushed to her side, his heart filled with anticipation and concern. He held her hand tightly, offering his unwavering support as she navigated the intense moments of childbirth. Despite his worries, he found comfort in the presence of the dedicated nurses and doctors, who worked tirelessly to ensure that Rikka received the best care possible.

After what felt like an eternity, with a final, powerful push, their son entered the world. The couple looked on in astonishment, tears streaming down their faces as they witnessed the miracle of life unfold before them. The doctor gently cradled the tiny, squirming bundle, who let out a strong, healthy cry that filled the room and melted their hearts.

As Rikka held their newborn son for the first time, she was overcome with emotion, embracing the profound joy and love that accompanied motherhood. Her eyes sparkled with tears of happiness, reflecting the bond she felt with her child. Mugetsu, filled with pride and elation, leaned in to share a tender kiss with Rikka, a beautiful celebration of their new family member.

Carefully, Mugetsu took their son in his arms, marveling at the tiny features that were a perfect blend of both parents. Rikka watched with a full heart as Mugetsu embraced fatherhood, her love for him deepening in that moment.

Outside, the villagers eagerly gathered to congratulate the new parents, their voices filled with joy and laughter, celebrating the arrival of the fresh new life that brought warmth and happiness to their community. The atmosphere was vibrant with excitement, marking the beginning of a beautiful journey for Rikka and Mugetsu as they embarked on the adventure of parenthood together. It was a memorable day for the couple, on that day of their child's birth. Shiro and the fairies adored Sirius when they first met him.

To the present, Mugesu couldn’t help but smile at his wife. She gazed lovingly at their son, her eyes filled with admiration as she gently held her husband's arm. The warmth of their small family moment enveloped the room, making it feel like a haven of joy and connection. In that serene moment, the Dark Knight felt a deep sense of gratitude for the happiness they had built together.

Mugetsu had never thought about returning to Zangetsu. It felt like a distant memory without significance. However, everything changed when he met Rikka. Her warm smile, sweet laughter, and kind personality wrapped around him like a comforting embrace, making him feel like he truly belonged for the first time which made him fall in love wither.

As they grew closer, Rikka welcomed him into her life with open arms, filling a void he had long felt. Their bond deepened further with the arrival of their newborn son, a beautiful addition that made every moment even more precious. Rikka, the Dragon Fairy Maiden, his true love, and their son became treasures in his heart, weaving joy and warmth into his life. What was once empty was now brimming with love and an unbreakable bond, turning each day into a cherished gift for the Dark Knight.

FIN.💙

(A/N- I apologize it is rushed!! I didn't have time and was planning to get it done months early, but other things happened! 😓 But I am so happy how it came out as I planned this story out for a long time! Happy to write more of them in the future but right now, onward to Renruki!)

[angelhare13]

satan design ramble... [s/h mention tw]

i have been thinking about satan a lot and how he would probably look... i think he needs more elements of lucifer in his design that would absolutely make him hate himself... he definitely has downy feathers from lucifer that he probably pulls out a lot as a harmful stim/s/h... sort of like hair pulling but in a more angry way.

i think hed have a lot of scarring on the back of his neck and under his ears from plucking his feathers and after awhile i think they would just stop growing all together before probably coming back full force. he also absolutely bleaches his hair with devildom cvs equivalent platinum blonde bleach every time his roots grow out too far.

I think Lucifer would be the kinda dad who disapproves of bleaching or changing your natural hair color [even though he definitely dyes his greys black in secret] so satan bleaches his hair purely out of spite. [he probably went through several different dye color phases as well, green being the longest standing color before lucifer started to confiscate his hair dyes] as well as wearing the devildoms most embarrassing fashion whenever he had to be seen in public with lucifer solely to embarrass him... [later it genuinely just turned into his style by pure accident]

i genuinely also think satan has a myriad of different scars from his rampages, especially the ones involving destroying furniture or property. Hes also the type to have mystery bruises and scrapes all over from unknown sources that form little scars all over, especially on his hands [probably from paper cuts and splinters] He's definitely more grounded in reality than his brothers but he absolutely goes through periods of time where he maladaptive daydreams about the books hes reading [especially when he was younger] and doesnt come out of his room for hours or days at a time

ty for reading my ramble :]

[alwaysurvalentine]

trick or treat - st fic

Written for day 31 of @steddie-spooktober - prompt: trick or treat - wc: 888 - cw: none! Just lil steddie meeting as kids one halloween :)

enjoy! 💛

~

There’s a little boy sitting all alone on the curb at the end of the street. Eddie’s walking over before he’s fully made the decision to do so. When he gets closer he can hear the other boy sniffling, shoulders shaking slightly as he stares down at his own knees. A bag lays discarded next to him, only a couple pieces of candy in the bottom. 

“Hello?” Mystery boy shoots his head up fast, eyes wide. He doesn’t say anything, just scrubs at the tears on his cheeks before blinking up at Eddie. It doesn’t look like he’s wearing a costume either, just a white sweater with blue jeans. 

“My name’s Eddie, but tonight I’m Dracula!” Eddie pulls his cape out around him, flashing the red underside to the boy in front of him before doing his best vampire hiss. He’s been practicing for the last couple of weeks in the mirror, it’s pretty scary if you ask him. 

Instead of the fear he expected, the boy in front of him giggles. His giggles get louder and he even snorts. Eddie frowns and crosses his arms, his pillowcase full of candy swinging with the movement and hitting his side. It knocks off his balance enough for him to stumble and the boy laughs harder. 

“If you’re just going to be a meanie then I’m not going to hang out with you!” The laughter abruptly stops. Now he’s stuck looking at tears welling up in the other boys eyes. 

“Please don’t leave me alone. I promise I won’t laugh again.” Part of Eddie still wants to leave, his mama worked really hard on his cape, but the other boy looks so sad so he stays. 

“Fine. Who are you supposed to be anyway?” 

The other boy stands up and brushes off his pants and pulls his sweater down like that’s going to help Eddie figure out who he is. 

“I’m Fred, duh.” Eddie must still look confused because ‘Fred’ rolls his eyes and sighs. “You know, from Scooby Doo? He’s only the coolest person ever.”

“Um, Fred has a cool orange tie thing, I don’t see one of those on you.” ‘Fred’ stomps and crosses his arms with a frown.

“There wasn’t anything orange in my house.” 

“Eddie? Eddie? Where’d you go?” His mama’s voice distracts him and Eddie turns to see her further up the road turning every which way to try and find him. She’s wearing a long white dress and it swirls side to side as she turns. Eddie doesn’t know how she did it, but there’s also white streaks in her hair, which look cool even if she couldn’t get her hair to stand up like Frankenstein’s bride in the movie.

“Mama!” Elizabeth turns at his call and rushes through the small crowd between them. 

“I thought I told you not to wander off, mister!” She might be scolding him, but there’s a relived smile on his mom’s face when she crouches to see at his level. 

“Sorry, Mama. I just saw him sitting all by himself and I thought he might be lost. Are you lost?” The other boy just blinks at Eddie and his mom when they turn to him, eyes wide as he bends to pick up his almost empty candy bag.

“You could’ve told me that so we could walk over together. Who’s your new friend?” His mom stands and offers a smile up to the other boy.

“Uh, I-I’m Steve.” 

“Well, Steve, do you know where your parents are? I’m sure they’re worried about you.” Steve kicks at the ground and shakes his head. Eddie turns towards the street again, looking for any other adults like his mama, searching for the boy in front of him. Instead he sees different kids running up to houses, bags extended in front of them, with their parents watching from the road.

“Do you want help finding them?” Elizabeth’s voice is gentle at the suggestion, but Steve stumbles with how quickly he backs up. 

“No, it’s okay. I know which house is mine. They said I could come out here. I promise.” A pinkie is held out to Eddie, like he’s waiting to have to swear to the two of them that he’s telling the truth. 

Eddie believes him but still loops his pinkie with Steve’s with a grin. It’s so cool that Steve’s parents let him out on Halloween by himself, that means he gets to eat all kinds of candy before he gets home without getting in trouble. His mama’s only let him have two pieces for the night and said he has to save the rest for later. Especially the Reece’s, since those are Uncle Wayne’s favorite. When he looks up though, his mom isn’t smiling. Instead she’s got the same frown on that she gets when they pass by the neighbor’s dog tied to the tree. Before he can ask her why, she claps and turns towards Eddie with a wink. 

“How do we feel about Steve joining us for trick or treating? Looks like he has plenty of space in his bag for some candy.” Eddie’s nodding before she finishes talking, turning to see a matching smile on Steve’s face. 

“Really? I can come with you?”

“’Course you can, Fred. I’ll show you all the best houses. Let’s go!"

~

I kept thinking about writing more, but I think I'm gonna leave it as it is. Up to you on how their Halloween adventures go! (More than happy to discuss my ideas tho 👀 might have thought up some angsty stuff for this one but held back)

[west-tokyo-incidents]

I have ideas about Garion's real origins but like... I also want it to remain a secret.

But I also really wanna write about Garion getting drunk and his real... self coming out, uncontrolled and quiet.

Maybe the reason he was banned from The Roost.

[fooltofancy]

i like to go into a dungeon and perform Very Well on the first boss (shields when newfolk stand in things, i don't stand in things etc.) and then during the second boss stand in literally everything so they have no idea what to expect when the final one comes around.

[oldtestleper]

big spoilers for new info as of tonight's episode but eye am soooooooo curious about the extent to which galicaea is still opposed to cassandra in some way. obviously in her high elven form she was trying to get kristen as a follower rather than have her continue to investigate the nightmare king and find cassandra, like she was NOT trying to put her thumb on the scale in that way. and from the sound of it she and sol basically respectively absorbed/dissolved the domains that once belonged to cassandra and ankarna through numerous calculated efforts of their clerics and evangelists, with sol and helio acquiring exclusive association with the sun and summer, and galicaea acquiring exclusive worship of the wood elves and becoming a goddess defined by certainty and eternity, driving away doubt. so is galicaea still playing the game even after being "restored" by wolfsong, trying to keep rage and doubt out of the world that is so well set up for her. was she ever really restored or was it doomed to be a cosmetic overhaul after the high elves got behind it again. like how christian fundamentalists dress like hipsters and open really trendy and successful coffee shops

[ageofzero]

TODAY I LEARNED THAT AT THE START OF THE PANDEMIC, BEN DROWNED FINALLY GOT ITS PART 3.

once again I am like years late to the news/party but mfer I was there when Alex was working on part 3 to be a forum and video game ARG combo experience omfg. Those forums are long gone, wiped off the internet, but damn!! He really said "oh, I have time to do this now" and fcking finished it while I wasn't looking.

He also used AI image generators for the process so it's a monkey's paw situation for me but still. dang.

[tovarischgrazhdanin]

not sure if i ever spoke of fnaf here, but i am following the franchise still, cus im too deep in the sauce to quit...

ive been really irritated by the new dlc coming out. i wanted to turn my brain off, but there was too much nonsense in contrast to sense, that it pissed me off. didnt expect the story to have such a first-draft feeling to it...

mainly, wth was up with circus animal merch a few months back? those characters didnt appear anywhere in the game, why was there merch of them then? did i hallucinate them or something?

[corneater3000]

quitting my last survival mode inducing + disrespect ridden job brought to me boundless fields fertile with growth <3 frolicking lately in such a deeper knowing of purpose and alignment. it’s like when everything is whipping and swirling and chaotic around me, i have this tether now, which feels like the deepest parts of me settling into a new body. this new body looks just like the old one, soft and lush, but it does not hold doubt or shame or insecurity. there is not room for it anymore. it cannot exist in the spaces i am walking into. cultivating a landscape of inner gentleness and selffulness has been soooo guided by something greater + deeper + unspoken within me and everything has just been clicking lately. the feeling of alignment is easier to recognize and inhabit for longer periods—i feel so tender and humble and affected by everything in the sweetest way. it feels so true to be brimming with feelings and life and sorrow and fear and to be on my own side through it !

[tired-needs-sleep]

i saw this quiz on my dash and knew i had to do it for my rebornverse characters

yeah this turned out longer than i thought it was. cutting it to save fingers near me

rhea:

suprised they got this one instead of normal, water or grass. those they got on reborn's quiz. it's kinda funny how her bestie has a nidoking as his ace. the description checks out too. whenever they use toxeon the usual strat is toxic then sweep with the merciless ability it has, especially since toxic never misses on a poison type. i also think of them as a trainer that loves to use the environment to their advantage mostly because that's usually what carries me in a battle on that game. looking at the glass gauntlet and how shift gear + gear grind saved me.

nia:

not much to say here. it fits her personality almost perfectly! i'm not really sure what else i expected from one of my more extroverted characters though

kisaragi:

i think this one suprised me the most because i tried to make sara's personality similar to their main type, dark, but reading the description made a little more sense. don't worry sara you'll always be a dark/ghost type in canon where your only weakness is fairy </3 emo girl..... sorta.... emo phase sara is real .. eventually...

[sophiethewitch1]

( So sick of being the only one who comes up with my sorts of fanfic ideas like wth... )

I saw this and , what Fanfic's do you Want Ideas for ?

I hope I can give you some Ideas (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

oh no i didnt mean like, i was lacking in ideas or anything! i have too many ideas actually im surrounded by plot bunnies which i follow down countless rabbit holes. i just meant like ridiculously over complicated plots with unique concepts that are long fics.... the only fandom ive seen do anything similar is the sans x reader dudes lmfao

[milo-is-rambling]

Worst experience to have at three thirty in the morning after you’ve been unable to fall back asleep for like. Three hours now. Imagine you go to get water from the fridge and you open the fridge door AND A FUCKING MOTH FLIES INTO YOUR FACE FROM INSIDE OF THE FRIDGE LIKE YOU FEEL WINGS OF A BUG AGAINST YOUR LIPS AS YOU ARE BLINDED BY FRIDGE LIGHT AND YOU SPILL WATER ON THE GROUND AT THE SAME TIME ITS JUST NOT GOOD YOUR FEET ARE NOW COLD AND WET AND YOUR MOUTH FEELS LIKE GHOST MOTH KISSES

[angel---eater]

Don't know why when I switched in I immediately felt like I was dying, but I guess we're back in the fuckin' building again.

[theworstcreature]

Sensory issues not in the “if I wear socks I will immediately die and explode” way or the “socks are my lifeline. Without them, I shall perish” way but a secret third way (if I can even feel anything out of the ordinary on the ground (or honestly just go outside in general), I will burst into flames and need shoes at basically all times or else)