#given that i've only watched some of how i met your mother when wandering in and out of the living room while my mum was watching it

[caliburn-the-sword]

god help me because i finally realised who doc whale from ouat reminds me of. it's barney stinson. like TELL me that these aren't just the same guy

[zorosleftmantit101]

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Character: Koby x Moon witch reader 

A/N: THIS IS NOT FINISHED THIS IS A SHORT SNIPPET OF THE PIECE I AM CURRENTLY WRITING.

Clair de Lune, meaning moonlight, was a song written and composed by French composer Claude Debussy.

C/W: Fluff, Spelling Mistakes,  

Word count: Wip

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The Moon sat proudly in the sky, bathing the navy boat in a milky glow. Your name was Y/N L/N, and you were a child of the Moon. 

Your mother Clair was a Moon witch who lived among the stars. When you were born, you were blessed with the Kiss of moonlight, given to Moon beings alike. You opted to travel the world below rather than stay and swim among the stars. 

You sat on the railing of the ship, your ethereal white dress draped lazily over your body, your hair flowing, almost as if it was underwater. 

"Wow holy shit" A voice called from behind you. 

You whipped your head to be met with a patrol officer he had curly locks of red hair and freckles gracing his checks 'Sun kisses' you thought serenely to yourself. 

"H-how did you get on the ship, who are you- What are you" words tumbled out of his mouth as a smile graced your face. 

"The moon looks very pretty from here don't you think?" you asked watching the boy look slightly taken aback by your nonchalantness. 

"I- uhh I suppose so" His eyes drifted up to the moon, walking closer to the railing. 

You turned your head to look at the boy, his eyes were focused on the ocean. 

"Your a lot calmer than the other navy men i've met so far" you stated watching his eyes drift from the water to you.

"I suppose this means you do this often" he smiled. 

You felt so utterly warm around this boy his peach cheeks puffing up as he smiled. 

'It's not often you find someone who's blessed by the sun that does not relize they're blessed by the sun, silly boy may the stars guide him back to the daylight' you thought bringing a hand up angelically to twist one of his curls. "Your hair is a very pretty coulor is it natural?" you asked as if you were not a complete stranger invading a navy ship. 

His cheeks were dusted pink "Uhh yes, I get it from my mother, hers is a lot brighter than mine though" he said a gorgeous smile painting his face. 

Smiling too the two of you turned back to watch the moon. 

Such a peaceful moment two souls watching the moon, everything always seems so much more peaceful beneath the eternal glow of the Clair de Lune. 

"Hey Charlie, it's time to switch shifts HOLT SHIT!" A tall lanky officer rounded the corner, black wavey hair curled around his face and a large pointed nose sculpting his features. "INTRUDER, SOMEONE GET SMOKER OR TASHIGI" he hollered hoisting his gun up and pointing it towards you. 

Standing from the ledge you walked off floating just above the railing. Playfully pinching Charlie's cheek you smiled sadly at having to leave. "Until we meet again Mon ami" You drifted off the railing before whisping yourself back to the dimension of stars. 

In reality, you were still floating above the exact same railing you were just standing, just in a different plane of existence that could not be seen by the human eye. 

Think of it like a filter when you moved behind the filter the unblessed eye can not see you even if you have not actually gone anywhere, they can not hear you nor can they touch you but they might be able to feel your presence if they are adept in their skills. 

More guards poured onto the deck racked with sleep. mixes of 

'what's going on out here and 

'why the fuck are we awake.' 

The guard lowered his gun, "where the fuck did she go" he growled. 

You hated the irritability of humans, if only they could just learn to as some might say chill the fuck out~. 

You had no want to stay and watch the events as you left to wander the constellations back to the moon. Your mother.

"Hello darling have a nice night?" she sang her voice echoing in your ears. Your mother sat placing new stars in the sky. 

"I met a sun blessed soul" you whispered floating cross-legged. 

"oooh exciting" she cooed her navy blue dress floating around her body as her platinum-white glowing hair cascaded past her knees. 

"I'm just about done with this new constellation next time you're up here tell me if it looks alright" she quipped placing the last star in the sky. 

"Of course mama, well I'm off now, I might be gone for a while," you said kissing your mum on the cheek.

"okay darling be safe," she chuckled as you walked down the trails of moon trickling back onto the ocean. 

[dreamlandcreations]

Bride

Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: A marriage of convenience. You never expected it to be anything else...

Warnings: marriage between strangers, slow burn, I packed a short series into a one shot, period typical misogynistic themes, height difference, near-death experience, inexperienced reader, loss of virginity, PiV, unprotected sex

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Your marriage was the subject of talks all over the city for months now. They all wanted to know what made the famously reclusive Sherlock Holmes consider marrying a woman he only met, a woman everyone thought would end up with his brother.

The thought of being tied to the older Mr Holmes still makes you shiver with nausea. You could only imagine the expectations he would put on his wife and you wanted no part in that kind of marriage where you would have no freedom at all.

With Sherlock, you had no such problems. You two made a deal and he kept his end of the bargain, he got rid of any chance of future proposals, you just didn't realise at the time what you were asking from him.

"Mr Holmes." You greeted the man with proper courtesy who seemed to be sharing your desire to distance from the crowd as soon as possible.

"Baroness." He returned your polite manner but his eyes wandered over your form, categorizing every detail about you before his gaze met yours and you felt like he was trying to look deep into your soul to find out every secret you ever hid.

Your ward and the older Mr Holmes departed to discuss politics and you knew where that friendly conversation would lead to. So to take your mind off the nearing dread you strike up a conversation with the infamous detective.

"Tell me, what are you working on that would bring you here?"

"What makes you think I'm not here for the company?" He turns to you from his people watching with an eyebrow raise so teasing you immediately decide to dislike him for being ridiculously attractive and in the position to do whatever he wanted even if it was an almost rude expression on his lovely face.

"Something tells me you don't get involved with people unless they are clues to your case." You let yourself be a little improper as you follow his gaze to his best suspect. "He doesn't know anything about what you're looking for."

That earns another eyebrow raise, his attention completely directed on you now as you turn to each other. "I do, only I do. And I am more than willing to share. For a price."

"It is my job to find out what people are hiding." He tilts his head up arrogantly and you take offence in that condescending tone more than you can show.

"You are running out of time. They will disappear before the end of the week." Words carefully selected to reveal as little as possible while proving your point.

"How would you know that?"

"You would be surprised how much I see and hear when men tend to ignore my presence. I find it especially maddening when they are talking about me like I'm not even in the room." Subtly motioning to Mycroft and your uncle as they regard you like one would a horse that is about to be sold. You have no doubt the clever man beside you understands the implications of what's happening because he looks at you with patronizing pity which you answer with a frown that tells him his reaction makes you almost as angry as the entire situation.

"You know, I have met your mother once." You continue the conversation, keeping your eyes ahead on the men discussing your future. "She gave me the best advice I ever received in my entire life. You see, I was a rebellious child resisting any kind of 'education' that would lead me caged in a life men like them meant for me. Eudoria Holmes presented an alternative of running away before they could send me to a finishing school." You know that's a sensitive subject, given his sister's history and you are not afraid to use that against him. "I've been perfecting this act of a proper lady for quite some time, Mr Holmes. I can assure you, you will see nothing I don't want you to see."

Turning back to him at the end of your little monologue, you lock eyes in a defiant duel that he gives up entirely too easy.

"Alright, my Lady. Tell me what it is you want for your cooperation." He bends for you a little, showing his surrounder for the time being.

"With my brother's passing, I have no one left, my uncle doesn't care about me and he will agree to your brother's proposal without much thought." You hesitate to continue because even the thought makes you sick but he seems to understand the price you demand.

"How do you suppose I prevent the proposal? And even if I manage to do that, you will still face the same problem with someone else." He tries to get out of the bargain but you know how to make this game irresistible for him, after all, he is just a man and men's ego prompt them to do foolish things.

"You are a man with an exceptional mind, I'm confident you can figure out a solution to get me rid of the trouble of any chance for such proposals." What you didn't expect is a counterattack on a woman's supposed weakness, feelings.

"You are being emotional and reckless. I might even go as far that you are acting suspicious enough to be a suspect." He lowers his voice at the end and you can feel him study you again with much more intensity, bending in your direction without noticing as he practically hissing you by the end.

"I had no reason to be involved in that crime but perhaps I'm allowed to be angry and unreasonable when people, who neither know nor care anything concerning me or what I want are about to decide my entire life for me. If you don't help me, I'm afraid you will have to investigate an entirely different case I'll be definitely involved in."

His eyes narrow at your equally tense answer, wondering if you meant you would disappear or if you'd commit a much more serious crime. He decides that the latter is not an option, you seem like a scared gazelle, ready to sprint before you are thrown at the mercy of a lion.

The irritation leaves Sherlock's features as he subtly nods at you and makes his way to ask your uncle for a private conversation. They look in your direction a few times and Sherlock sees the way you are biting your lips and your tearful eyes move between them and the exit, so he asks your uncle to wait with the announcement until he rejoins you.

At the moment he steps in front of you, your uncle clinks his glass, asking for attention until the entire room quiets down.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to share the joyous news concerning my beautiful niece. As of now, the Baroness is engaged to be married to Mr Holmes. Please, celebrate with us. Mr Holmes, would you mind presenting your bride with a dance?" You can see Mycroft stepping in your direction but he abruptly stops when Sherlock wordlessly asks for your hand and you place it in his with a visible tremble.

He guides you expertly and you might even enjoy it if it wasn't for your restless mind bothering you with worse and worse possibilities of how this will end up.

"You do not want a wife." With your heart drumming in your ear it's difficult to keep quiet but you manage to make it audible only for him.

"And you do not want a husband. I'd say it's the perfect deal we could hope for." His voice lacks any anger now, he actually sounds rather amused but you don't want to look at him to confirm that.

"If I help you now, you could withdraw your offer, leaving me not only humiliated but at even worse odds than before."

"I will keep my word. You can trust me." He proclaims as the song comes to an end and he brings your hand up to his lips, gaze capturing your as you gasp at the feeling of his touch.

With the information, you provided Sherlock solved that case rather quickly then he kept his end of the deal and married you a few weeks later. His brother attended the ceremony but they have not exchanged words until many months after that.

You lived a quiet life in Sherlock's apartment, most of the time he was away, working on something. When he was at home, his mind was still otherwise occupied so you barely met the first few weeks.

It took a heavy snowfall that forced you two to stay inside for days to have your first real conversation since that very first night at the ball. He started to spend more and more time at home, taking fewer cases and you found his company surprisingly bearable.

It took another few months and a case that turned dangerous for your feelings to be revealed.

Sherlock took you to an event where he solved the crime brilliantly but the man had a gun aimed at you before your detective could finish telling the police what was going on.

Sherlock steps in front of you at the moment the trigger is pulled. The man is taken down by the officers in disguise at the same time you sink to the ground with Sherlock.

"Are you hurt?" He checks you frantically but all you could do is shake your head as you reach out to inspect his shoulder, where the bullet grazed him.

You can't find your voice until you return home and drag Sherlock to his armchair and ask him to remove his shirt so you could tend to the wound.

"Promise me this will not happen again!" You avoid his gaze as you feel your cheeks warm at the sight of the half-naked man before you. "I'm too young to be a widow."

"I'm fine." He says quietly, standing up to tower over you as he backs you to the nearby table and he gently guides cups your cheek, guiding you closer and holding you in place so you wouldn't be able to look away.

You are not sure who moves first, the next thing you know you are engaged in a desperate kiss with Sherlock. Parting your lips for him as your hands tangle into his sulky curls, you press closer to him which forces him to lean down even more. He bends and lifts you up without breaking the kiss, placing you on the table and stepping between your legs.

"Wait." At your breathless plea, he pulls away instantly like you burned him and the insecurity you see in his expression is not something you thought you would ever witness on the great Sherlock Holmes.

He looks at you with concern, searching your eyes for any resentment or doubt but he finds none. You can't help but give him a timid smile as you cup his cheek and take in the sight of this beautiful man who is your husband.

Unconsciously nuzzling into your touch he waits for you to speak. "I can't breathe."

He chuckles at your pout as you gesture to your corset with a downward look. Pressing a soft kiss to your lips, he rests his forehead on yours while his hands envelop your waist and slowly move to the ties that are keeping the offending article of clothes in place. Sherlock tugs at them experimentally then rips it off of you with an incredible display of strength that leaves you with all sorts of tingly feelings down below.

The frantic kissing is interrupted when he mumbles something like 'not here' and lifts you up again, carrying you to your bed while you giggle against his lips all the way there.

He is so gentle and attentive you don't even know how to handle this side of him, he makes sure you really want this and it's not just the rush of the events. The truth is, he is not sure he could survive if he'd see even a hint of regret on you the morning after, because the great Sherlock Holmes was hopelessly in love with his beautiful, smart and inspiringly free-spirited wife.

Sherlock makes love to you all night long, at first only worshipping your body and showing you pleasure before the pain of your first joining could taint the memory with pain.

He waits for you to adjust, holding you close and peppering soft kisses on your feverish skin wherever he could reach without moving his lower body. When he made sure you were ready he started to move slowly, he tried to restrict himself as much as possible until you pulled him into a kiss and asked him to let go. He was hesitant but your moans encouraged him to do as you've told.

You started to meet his thrusts and soon you felt the most wonderful feeling you've ever experienced, his movements prolonged your high and the way he pumped into you so desperately made you clench around him even tighter until you felt his cum fill you to the brim.

Gasping for air and laughing quietly, you held each other for long minutes before you felt him harden in you again and your laugh turned into moans again as he continued to pleasure you.

Living your honeymoon phase, you became quite addicted to each other, spending most of the days talking and getting to know each other better and the nights with discovering your attraction.

You were afraid for him when he left for a case but he assured you he will be more careful as he has a reason to come home to now.

During one of his less dangerous cases, you take the time to find Enola and try to convince her to move in with you. She refuses to give up her independence but she agrees to visit, as she puts it 'to get to know the woman who tamed Sherlock Holmes' and of course, to visit his brilliant brother.

Sherlock is grateful for your efforts and this starts to feel like a real family for both of you. Mycroft eventually makes peace with all of you, including Enola.

Sometimes you can't help but wonder about the what-ifs and once, lying in bed, with your husband caressing your naked body display over his, you ask Sherlock to tell you how he managed to convince your uncle so easily to agree to this marriage.

"I told him I've fallen irrevocably in love with you." He says with an almost sad smile.

"So you lied to him. But why would he..." You start to question him about how he actually convinced your ward to believe him but he quickly interrupts you.

"No."

"What?" Your frown deepens as you look up at him with wide eyes.

"I told him the truth. That I could see who you really are after just spending a few minutes with you and I have never met a more remarkable woman in my entire life."

He continues while you stare at him speechlessly, tears gathering in your still wide eyes. "I told him I could make you happier than any man and if he cares about you at all he should agree."

After a moment of silence, his light smile turns to a mischievous smirk and he goes on with the story. "Then, of course, I had to remind him that I'm just as good a party as my brother would be and list all the benefits of why I'm the better choice."

At the end, he starts to laugh and you smile with him but also playfully hit his chest to stop him.

When the laughter dies down you place a hesitant kiss on his lips and when you pull away you confess to him you can't point out when you'd fallen for him but you know that you love him now and would love him just as much if not more for the rest of your lives.

[lady-snavely]

Sands of Time: Part One

Chance Encounters

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x Fem!OC

Warnings: mentions of death, swearing, mutual pining, all the fluff

A/N: reblogs are super appreciated and, if anyone’s interested, I’ll start a tag list

In the innocent years of childhood, Jade first met him. It wasn't a long meeting, only an hour or two, in fact. She had been playing on her own in a nearby forest when she felt the desire to wander. Her wings glittered as she hopped from sun pocket to sun pocket. Her laughter, loud and jovial, filled her ears until the sounds of a boy crying had caught her attention and she quieted. It was the curiosity of a child that sent her straying that much further from her family home.

Not too far from where she'd been playing, Jade found the boy. From what she could tell he had tripped and skinned his knee. She watched him curiously from behind a tree for a few heartbeats before that curiosity pulled her further. Her father's warning of Humans was the farthest thing from her mind as she approached the boy.

The boy had dried his tears quickly when he first saw her before staring, mouth agape. "Are you real?" He'd managed to whisper, awestruck.

A smile danced on her lips and her nose crinkled when she giggled. "Are you?" Jade had countered easily.

The boy frowned and stood, his injured knee forgotten as his own curiosity blossomed. "But you have wings and your ears are pointy and you're flying!"

It was then that her father's warning of Humans rushed back to her. But he was little and, according to Jade's oldest sister, Human children made up all sorts of stories that their parents brushed off as make believe. "Wanna see a magick trick?" Jade asked in reply, settling her bare feet gently in the grass. The boy nodded his head eagerly. "Close your eyes and count to ten," she instructed.

When he did she concentrated. It wasn't a painful transformation, only slightly uncomfortable as her Faerie wings shrank back into her shoulder blades and she grew an inch or two in height. Her ears rounded out and became more proportional. Jade's transformation to her Humanoid form completed just as a resounding "TEN!" echoed around her.

"How did you do that!" The boy hurried around Jade in wonder. He poked at her back and picked at her hair trying and failing to find where everything was hidden. "Where did they go?"

"I'm not allowed to tell you." Human's most commonly greet with a handshake, her mother had told her once so she stuck her hand out. "Call me Jade. Like the stone."

The boy took Jade's hand with only slight hesitation. "Kuroo Tetsuro but my friends just call me Tetsu-chan."

"Tetsu-chan." Jade smiled. She wasn't sure what to think, what with his name sounding like honey in her ears and her heart leaping like wildfire in her chest.

For being children they were surprisingly content with sitting in the woods and talking. Sure they played some too but they mostly talked. Jade told Tetsu-chan all sorts of stuff about her people that he believed were just stories but were real. She told him about the time her oldest sister, Nyra, tried to run away with a wood nymph only to be brought back after a couple of days by the nymph's mother. She told him about the time when she was littler when her parents first found out she possessed the ability to wield weather magick like her mother. Tetsu-chan had clung to every word, mesmerized by the idea of Fae and what they could do.

When Tetsuro's father burst through the trees Jade had been so frightened that her concentration faltered and she shifted back to her Fae form. Instinct alone had her fleeing.

"Tetsuro, you were supposed to be fetching water." The voice boomed through the trees, anger and disappointment evident by the man's stance alone.

"I made a new friend, Papa! She's – " Tetsuro's smile disappeared when he didn't see her "-Jade?"

Almost half a mile away Jade was alighting on solid ground again. Her ears, once again pointy, twitched at the sound of her name, still heard clearly despite the distance. How badly she wanted to go back to him; to at least say goodbye to Tetsu-chan; to see his smile once more. Her chest ached in unfamiliar longing.

Jade's father had not taken her meeting with the Human boy well. The Human always pays the price he had explained when he had come back home with blood on his hands.

It would be the first time Jade cried over the loss of Human life.

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Half a century passed before they crossed paths again. Still considered a preteen by Faerie folk, Jade had yet to leave her family. She was doing the washing in the stream not too far from their new home when she heard a brother and sister approaching on the opposite bank. Her transformation from Fae to Humanoid form took but a few seconds.

Though they were loud as they jumped into the stream she thought little of them as she hung the washing to dry. It wasn't the first time someone had come along to swim in the stream, it wasn't horribly deep and it was partially shaded to boot. The pair ignored her as she planted herself under a tree to read and wait for the sun to work its magick.

"Tetsuro, leave her alone!" A scolding voice disrupted Jade's reading some time later.

Tetsuro. Now, that was a name she hadn't heard in quite a long time. Curiously, she peered around the trunk of the tree. Though he was trying to hide in the brambles nearby Jade spotted him quickly. "Hello, Tetsu-chan," she greeted with a wave.

He stood to his full height, approaching Jade with a frown. "Do we know each other?" He wondered.

"Oh, forgive me, I overheard your sister, I presume-" Jade gestured to the girl still in the stream "-call for you just a moment ago. I'm Jade."

"Like the gem." Tetsuro smiled.

Jade masked her shock with a laugh. "Like the gem," she repeated. The smile and remark were just the same as they had been then too.

"Your washing is going to take a while to dry, why don't you join us?" Tetsuro suggested.

"Thank you but I just started a new book." She held her book up for emphasis, grimacing in apology.

Tetsuro sat against the tree just out of eyesight. "I don't know how to read," he admitted quietly, embarrassed.

"Maybe I could teach you." The suggestion was out of her mouth before intuition told her to stay quiet.

"Is it a good story?"

Jade grinned down at the pages she'd reread a handful of times now. "I think it is," she decided to say.

Tetsuro inched closer, his shoulder brushing Jade's as he peered at the book in her lap. "Just looks like a bunch of scribbles."

Jade ran an affectionate hand over the open page before nodding. "In a way they are but they have meaning and put together the way they are they make up the story." She glanced sidelong at him. "Would you like me to read it to you?"

After some time Jade stopped reading to check on the washing. Tetsuro was disappointed when she told him she would be heading home now that it was done. However he had gone back to swim with the promise to come back in a few days. Though his presence had shook her, somewhere in Jade's heart she was thrilled at seeing him again. Unfortunately she didn't see him again while they lived in that cottage and so said nothing to her parents of her run in with the strangely familiar boy.

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When she heard the name again, it was from a weeping mother cradling a small bundle in her arms. The plague that had swept through the country had taken him as an infant.

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Centuries passed, yet with the passing of time she never forgot about the boy with the scraped knee, the boy by the stream and the baby taken too soon. How could she when that longing she first felt when she ran from his father all those years ago was ever present when he wasn't.

In the new life she created for herself, she was a healer in the castle of the king. He was a tyrannical man, feared by his people and family alike. The queen stood in stark contrast to her husband. Loved by anyone she came in contact with and Jade was no exception. Queen Hana was polite and remembered names; remembered the little things. She often visited Jade, turning to her for comfort both as healer and friend.

On one such occasion, she had entered Jade's chambers in tears. She was with child. At first Jade had been elated by the news until the queen was pleading for something, anything that would take care of the baby.

Normally Jade didn't bat an eye when someone came to her requesting the simple solution. Yet for some reason there was a desperation, not unlike the queen's, that drove her to argue the logic. They deliberated for the better part of an hour before the queen had used her status to demand what she desired.

Jade had stood and gone to her supply shelves in silent reluctance. In the back corner of one of the shelves, hidden among healing plants and medicines, was the concoction she took in her hands.

"Remember, just two drops in your goblet each night for a week should you decide it's truly what you want." Jade passed the queen the jar with a pained smile. "If not, you saw where the jar goes. I won't say a word either way."

In the end the queen had given birth to a boy. Her fear of how her husband would have the child raised had brought her back to Jade's chambers just a few weeks after the birth.

"I've made a terrible mistake," the queen hunched over her sleeping child. Tears spilled from her eyes. "I should've used the medicine you gave me."

As much as it pained her, Jade moved silently to her shelves just as she had all those months ago. "It should only take a drop or two on your finger and letting him suckle it to help put him to sleep." When the queen frowned Jade nodded and placed the jar in her friends hand, squeezing just enough to let Hana know she was with her before whispering, "It will be painless, like falling into a deep sleep."

The queen was quiet for a few heartbeats before nodding. "You never asked about his name, you know."

It was Jade's turn to frown. The hair on the back of her neck rose with the sudden slice of worry that coursed in her veins. "Why would I ask about the prince's name? Is he not named after his father?"

"He doesn't have my husband's name." The queen smiled triumphantly though tears still glistened in her eyes. "Not officially anyway. He carries my family name and we named him after my grandfather."

Head swimming with questions Jade had fled the castle that night. She knew the queen's lineage but needed answers all the same. How and why was this Human coming into her life for moments and days at a time? Why did the death of a Human make her chest ache so?

The news swept the kingdom, reaching her two days later. Prince Tetsuro was dead.

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A millennia of research yielded no definitive answers for Jade but there was no denying Kuroo Tetsuro was in a reincarnation cycle. In most instances it was a quarter century or so before he was brought back to the world. Sometimes it was longer than that before he and Jade crossed paths again. Even fewer instances allowed them more than a day or two of interaction.

In every case he was Human. In every case but the first Jade hid the truest parts of herself. She beat around the bush about her family and where she was from. She was sure that, one of these times, he would remember something, anything, from his past lives. There was no telling what would happen if he did or what he would remember.

Nyra didn't understand the infatuation surrounding the Human boy or the sudden interest in reincarnation. She'd made herself clear on that after Jade had reluctantly come to the family home after one of the longer stretches she'd had with Kuroo.

She was glad when they ran into each other again that she still passed for being in her early twenties. He'd courted her and after some time asked for her hand. The ceremony had been small and intimate. Then, after spending his early twenties with her by his side he had gone to war only to come back in a box. As much as the loss had hurt, Jade hadn't been surprised. It was the only reason she'd insisted she hadn't wanted kids.

Still she had spent the better part of three days holed up in the local library, a building standing four stories tall and spanning almost half a city block, waist deep in books. Nyra had been tasked with dragging her sleep deprived sister back to the family home where she laid into her about how reckless she was being over some stupid Human.

They didn't speak to each other for the better part of a century.

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