#sword beasts arc

[laughing-moonlight]

I had shower thoughts again so you're welcome

[cantdanceflynn]

Every time I watch Pokemon movie reviews I just know which of my favorite movies are getting the recognition they deserve and which are getting SLAMMED lol

[harebellpudding]

tifa x cloud x sephiroth poto au

cloud is christine, tifa is raoul and sephiroth is the phantom

[bleachbleachbleach]

Title: Chicken

Timeline: post-TYBW Pairing: Renji/Rukia Characters: Renji (POV), Rukia; assorted others (Hanatarou, Hinamori, Kira, Yumichika, &c.) Word Count: ~6200 Summary: Rukia sneaks into Renji’s quarters in the dead of night, which can mean only one thing. (10 vignettes.) Notes: Written for the @renrukiweek​ 2023 Day 5 prompt, “love over a lifetime.” (I’m late, AS USUAL.)

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Renji hesitates.

It doesn’t seem right.

No, that’s not it. Right or wrong isn’t the question. They’ve discussed this. It’s part of the deal. Renji’s just not ready to make good.

“Renji!” Rukia barks. “Do it now. Renji.”


Rukia should have stopped while she was ahead. Part 2 is her Captain Kuchiki impression, which Renji never finds as convincing as her Rukia Voice, but this time he can hear the tremor in her when she says his name. It’s the tremor that’s convincing, not the order.

“Renji, it’s time. You’re ready,” Rukia promises.  She pushes the small of his back with a fist. “We’re ready.”

Renji looks down at this hands.

“Renji. Give Hanatarou the chicken.”

Read more on AO3 ⇒

[waywardsalt]

egg knight my fucking beloved

[hauntingblue]

There is almost no recap in wano so far.... well 4 minutes.... it's like a 2 min reduction

[bixels]

3 houses.

Thinking about Fire Emblem: Awakening again. Any Awakening fans in chat?

[sillygoofyqueer]

Silly fic idea for you:

SVSSS AU where Shen Yuan transmigrates as a half-human half-crow-demon Phantom thief character.

He doesn’t want to steal from Bing-ge, but his System makes him, and naturally Bing-ge ends up obsessed. Bing-ge keeps luring him into traps with shiny things he just can’t help but want!!! Stupid crow impulses. (That he kinda wants to see Binghe again is irrelevant, obviously).

This is SUPER silly. Anon, this is so funny, I feel like I simply have to write this now oh my god. The idea that Bing-ge is confused at first, and he then sees this super handsome half bird-half human-demon thing and is like "man I need to get me more shiny things, I want to keep this fucker". ALSO, (I've heard that) crows are quite intelligent and start leaving presents as a response to getting fed or being given shiny things, so it could also be something where Shen Yuan starts having the urge to give Bing-ge things back after receiving all these shiny things (better if he doesn't recognise most of the traps as traps, mistaking Bing-ge for being a generous demon who doesn't need all of the shiny stuff he takes) and starts giving him shit like rocks and plants and the cool parts of beasts he fights... It also can be silly no matter when in the timeline this happens - it could be during the QJ peak arc where Shen Yuan sneaks around because he wants to see the awesome protagonist up close! The first time he steals something from Bing-ge, it's something super dumb like a particularly shiny rock or a coin that the boy left lying around, and Bing-ge's quickly like "??? The fuck just happened?" so he sets up a trap with the axe he uses for chopping wood (kind of rusty but still useable and particularly shiny). After that, it's chaos of trying to keep Shen Yuan the demon hidden while also stopping him from stealing other shiny things (cultivator's swords and such). Liu Qingge finds Shen Yuan trying to steal one of the swords he was gifted after saving a village and is also like "??? Kill?" It can also be after the Endless Abyss, when Bing-ge is like a demon lord and just has shiny stuff lying around. He throws it out occasionally and one day, while doing this, he notices a certain person swooping in and grabbing one of the shiny things. More antics ensue but I don't want to crash my laptop lmao (Which one would you rather me do, anon? Before the Endless Abyss, or after? Or both??) {part one! Part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven!} [This gorgeous fanart from @slurmdog that's making me go insane here] [More awe inducing fanart from @moonlightobsessions that has made me pass out here]

[greeniegaes]

Back at it agains with another svsss au im pulling out of my (slightly) sleep deprived brain

Basically yada yada everything happens as normal UP UNTIL the immortal alliance arc. SQQ gets this searing headache and the system just keeps popping up with errors, so while they are all fighting the spider hoard the system just kinda snaps and breaks. SQQ suddenly feels like he’s hit by a truck, his body starting to act like his sickly Shen Yuan body and his cultivation is tying itself into dead knots and every bone in his body feels like it’s locking up. There’s no system to blame for things as he and LBH confront MBJ and he just has to do his hardest to survive with just his spiritual sword.

And then the worse thing happens, Xiu Ya shatters.

SQQ panics at this, continuing to try his best fighting people off and eventually MBJ leaves *hooray* except not really because all the system errors are getting louder and louder in his head, and everything is blue and blaring and he might be bleeding and he can’t understand what LBH is saying even though he is right there, shaking his body and crying.

And then the abyss opens. He suddenly has the choice. He can send LBH, his white little sheep, down there to continue on with the PIDW plot, or he can… not do that.

So he pushes LBH.

Away from him. Away from the abyssal rift, only for him to be the one that falls though. He had prepared various lesson plans, life advice, what skills people to work on and so much more once he got without-a-cure, just incase he slipped up one day and couldn’t protect himself. So SQQ was satisfied as he knew his peak would be taken care of if LBH opened a specific drawer, everyone could still be taught by the hall masters and also have some future help prepared for each of them.

So SQQ let’s himself fall into the abyss, watching his student’s horrified expression as he plummets. He hears the system disconnect from LBH as he falls, all of the glowing blue error messages and pop ups instantly go away and he’s left in the dark as he sinks further and further into the abyss.

Surprisingly, he wakes up. He landed in the same field of flowers that are the reason LBH didn’t die in the original, they are filled with celestial qi in a place meant to be horrible and deadly. The one good thing about this place. He lays there for awhile and lets the plants essence fix up his meridians.

Then he has to experience the same horrifying things the protagonist did in person, fighting off each beast and trying his damn hardest to survive. It takes him a while, fighting and walking his way through what’s practically hell on earth, slaying beasts ten times his size, making sure not to fall into the trappings of demonic plants. He cuts his long hair, he thinks he will never see his peak again, so what do filial ties matter when you’re barely surviving. Sometimes the worse thing is his own mind, he feels a heavy layer of guilt to himself for so willing going along with the system. He sometimes forgets it’s not his fault too, that he was threatened to return to a dead body if he didn’t do as he was supposed to. But he’s happy sometimes too, he goes back to that field of flowers, laying in them and basking in his memories of a happier LBH, a LQG that isn’t dead, a Qing Jing peak full of song and happy healthy students.

He ascends from the abyss that day. He doesn’t know how or why but he wakes up in the same field of flowers, the sky above him no longer a damning black with red cracks seeping light in. it’s blue, soft, it hurts his eyes almost to look at it. It hurts so much but he can’t look away. He picks himself up, looking at all the grime and blood on himself and weeps in relief that he can go home. He hides his face and asks people where he is, somewhere in HHP territories, and begins to make his way back to his sect. Once he gets to his peak he sits down softly at the gate, it’s night time and there haven’t been many people about. He basks in the feeling of being home, leaning his head against the tall bamboo pole as he falls asleep.

He’s glad tomorrow is a new day, when he can see his family and just go back to his life.

(in the years he’s been gone all of CQS has been in some kind of mourning. LBH found all the letters from his shizun and they made all the disciples of QJP weep. Some of them took the advice given and left, some of them stayed and took care of a lordless peak. None of the hall masters or disciples were qualified to step up, and when the issue was raised even the peak lords agreed he shouldn’t be replaced. It was LQG who found him at the gate, going to visit the sword shrine in the bamboo house after an expedition, going to leave another fan to rot at the shrine’s foot. instead he heaved up his shixiong, hair not even reaching his shoulders, hands callused and dirty, and brought him back to the bamboo house, waking LBH in the process. Once morning light came everyone would know that their lost peak lord came home, but first they had to get the doctor to make sure he actually got through the night)

[mothymoon]

I think it's kinda interesting how, while the Beasts are opposites of the Ancients, some feel like reflections to Ancients they're not directly related to.

Starting with the pair that feels most obvious, Silent Salt and Dark Cacao. Their designs especially seem similar with the armor, sword, and color palette. Silence also feels like it can be related to Dark Cacao's isolation during his previous arc.

This feels the same as with Pure Vanilla and Mystic Flour. Again with their color palettes, but also with their religious theming, both being obligated to help all those that seek their guidance.

Again, mostly similar vibe with these two. You could even argue that Destruction can be considered an extention of Passion in a way. These next pairs get a bit weaker with their comparisons, which is why I started with the strongest ones first.

My comparisons for Golden Cheese and Eternal Sugar come down to both of them having wings and some speculation I have. "Eternal" I feel could imply abundance, which may be a motivation for Eternal Sugar's slothfulness. It's possible they simply have all they desire, thus no longer having the will to do anything.

Lastly, for White Lily Cookie and Shadow Milk, the biggest point of comparison I have is that Shadow Milk Cookie's theatrical presentation could also be considered an extention of freedom (especially since it's implied that he used to be an academic). This is the one I really stretch the most with, I'd say.

Why do I bring any of this up? What I think about these possible links is that the Beasts reflect what each of the Ancients could become, if taken to their logical extreme. Also, with those that share their Soul Jams being their opposites (Pure Vanilla being truth and Shadow Milk being deceit, etc.), it can imply that each of the Ancients are each other's opposites as well. Opposites that mesh well enough despite it, anyway.

I'm bad at analysis, so do what you will with this. I don't know if this is anything. Implications and whatnot.

[cosmoknightchaos]

I can't believe two of my favourite character spots are being taken up by characters so deep in headcanons that they're pretty much OCs

As a reminder you are under no obligation to do this if you don't want to! With that being said;

@makerofmadness @sunnemona @welcome-home-official

And anyone else who wants to join in!!

Thank you for the tag, @ex35life ! :D This seems fun!

Make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite

@superkooku @into-the-very-fires-of-mordor @roachcicle @ditoob

@bumblebeehug

[craziechwiv]

RWBY Monster girls Vs ...Jaune.

Jaune Arc.

The next heir to a blood line full of successful monster hunters. He has heard tales of how his grandparents went toe to toe with rabid beast of all sorts, cryptids sought out to be just mere legends, and what terrors truly go bump in the night.

Whenever he heard one of these stories, he'd always play it as if he himself was hunting down the ferocious monster he'd wish he could vanquish. But he wasn't a kid anymore, but now a (semi) trained hunter. He left his home, leaving only a mere note behind for his family on his track to lead on their legacy.

A sword and shield on his person, and a bunny sweater from his grandma underneath his armor, he was ready to become the next legendary Arc in history! And nothing, and he means NOTHING, will stop him from doing so!

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Jaune: ...what?

Wraith!Ruby: *somehow got captured by Jaune's most basic pit trap* ...

Jaune: Wow...uhm.

Wraith!Ruby: What?! Didn't think I'd go down just like that?! Cuz this is all part of my plan to end you, just you wait till I-

Jaune: N-No. Not that. Just didn't think I would be face to face with such a...beautiful sight? M-My name's Jaune by the way...

What is even going on...

Wraith!Ruby: Uh, Ruby? Wait...You think I'm beautiful?

~ Wraith was added to the hunting party! ~

Okay so maybe this was a blunder, but at least he's the first of his lineage to actual befriend a monster! That's something, right? Totally not making him a disgrace to his family.

Hopefully this is the only time though! As he must vanquish a monster far more dangerous now that he has the help of a supernatural being such as Ruby!

???: HOOOWL~!

Jaune: Oh, I guess we're tracking down a were wolf now.

Wraith!Ruby: Oh! Maybe we're gonna meet my sister too!

Jaune: I'm sorry, you're who?

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Jaune:

Wraith!Ruby:

Werewolf!Yang: *snuggling up to Jaune's arm while her tail wags*

Wraith!Ruby: How-

Jaune: In my defense! She had me pinned down!

Wraith!Ruby: That still doesn't explain what happened between that altercation when I was trying to find you!

Jaune: I may have...made a slight joke on seeing two full moons...

Wraith!Ruby: Oh...oh god no.

Jaune: How was I suppose to know that was all it took for her to fall for me?!

Wraith!Ruby: FALL FOR YOU?!

Werewolf!Yang: Soo, wanna share him Rubes?

Wraith!Ruby: >:O *How holding onto Jaune's other arm* LIKE HELL I WILL!

Jaune: I think I'm already in hell...

~To be continued...possibly later today lol~

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

The Beast Inside

Werewolf!reader finally! I've been wanting to write a werewolf rampage for quite a while but never quite got around to it until now!!!

Summary: Reader loses control of the wolf and tries to come to terms with the beast inside all whilst taking care of Astarion.

The paladin’s blade comes down, swinging in an arc of light and you stand there, eyes wide with shock as the steel tears through your flesh, carving open your shoulder. Blood sprays from the wound, staining your clothes red with your own blood.

“Y/N!” You can hear the distant shouts of your companions, calling your name. Your wound burns, probably from the infusion of the paladin’s abilities in the strike that connected and blood roars in your ears. All you can think about is how that same paladin had captured Astarion, had their way with him, nearly killed your vampire lover, and the beast inside takes over, roaring in delight.

You will not lose him.

You feel your bones cracking and skin stretching as claws take the place of fingers, fur sprouting from your body. Your jaw lengthens, teeth sharpening into fangs and your nose becomes narrower. The wound in your shoulder begins to seal itself shut, flesh growing back and knitted by furred skin. The sharp metallic scent of blood fills your nose and you inhale it all. You can smell the fear in the air as the paladin shrinks back, greatsword pointed at you but the weapon is rattling.

That sword will never pierce you again.

The paladin’s hands shake as your wild gaze locks onto them, yellow eyes burning with an inhumane thirst for blood, saliva dripping from long thick fangs nestled in powerful jaws. A howl bursts forth from deep within you, claws flexing and you pounce on your prey, sending the paladin crashing to the floor. Armour is ripped apart like paper underneath the werewolf’s claws and jaws snap, crushing the helmet to reveal the paladin’s terrified face.

“Please –” Their cries are cut short as sharp claws tear open their exposed flesh, ripping their face in two. More blood gushes out and the paladin is already dead but the beast keeps going, jaws tearing the paladin’s body into a bloody mess. The werewolf stands back up in the sticky mess of blood and guts, crimson dripping from its muzzle and takes a step towards the paladin’s frightened companions.

The cleric drops to his knees and tries to scuttle away but the werewolf is faster, tearing open his throat with its jaws and devours the chunk of meat torn away. The werewolf snarls, reaching back into the convulsing body and rips away another chunk, sending blood flying everywhere. The body finally stills, having lost too much blood but the werewolf continues to rip at the flesh piece by piece, painting the entire floor a deep red.

Its nostrils flare, blazing yellow eyes turning towards the last member of the paladin’s party. The vampire hunter stares at the beast, shaky hands aiming a crossbow at its head. Its lips curl upwards, almost like a grin as it stalks towards the hunter, leaving a trail of bloody paw prints behind.

“You monster!” An arrow is fired, piercing through the beast’s face and causing it to stumble back, but it regains its footing just as quickly, its head snapping forward. The maniacal grin still remains, with the beast’s blood streaming from the wound. Crimson fangs bare at the hunter, yellow eyes gleaming as the beast reaches up with a clawed hand and rips the arrow free, laughing. The throaty laugh sends shivers up everyone’s spines as it devolves into a howl and claws swipe at the hunter, who barely manages to dodge the blow. The beast snarls, jaws snapping at thin air as the hunter moves out of the way, reloading his crossbow.

Another arrow is fired but the beast dodges in time. Its clawed feet dig into the ceramic floor tiles and it launches itself with terrifying speed at the unprepared hunter. Claws slam into the hunter’s chest, sending him crashing into the wall behind and knocking all breath out of his body. The werewolf bares its bloody fangs, jaws clamping around the hunter’s throat to crush through flesh and bone alike, coating its chest in the blood that sprayed from the fatal wound. It tears into the corpse, ripping it apart with ferocious savagery and gorges itself on the flesh until it is satisfied.

Then it turns to Y/N’s companions.

A soft growl rumbles from its chest and it stalks towards where Astarion lies, curled up and shivering. Lae’zel takes a step towards the beast, ready to strike it down before it can harm the vampire but Halsin holds her back, giving a shake of his head.

It feels its bones cracking and skin stretching once more as its body shrinks back into its human form. Claws shorten back into fingers and toes, its furred chest shrinks back into a female’s chest, its jaw shortening back into a human mouth. Fangs recede, making way for human teeth and pointed ears round themselves again to nestle behind hair.

But the blood remains.

“Astarion,” you whisper, reaching out to him with your bloody hand. He flinches when your fingertips bump into his skin, a quiet whimper escaping his lips and you immediately pull back. You sit on your haunches, at a loss of what to do. You want to help, you want to pull your lover into your arms and hold him tight, whisper away all his pain but you can’t even touch him.

“It’s me, Y/N,” you try again. You ignore the sticky feeling of blood that covers hands, feet and chest and hold out a hand with your palm upturned. “You’re safe now. No one can harm you anymore, I won’t allow it.”

“Don’t look at me,” Astarion croaks. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“It doesn’t make me love you any less,” you say firmly. “I’ve seen you at your lowest and I’ve seen you at your highest, neither has changed the fact that I love you. Nothing ever will.”

You sit there, patiently. “I didn’t want you to see this either. The beast that lives inside me, the real me. I hate it, that part of me. We all have at least one part of ourselves that we hate, maybe we even hate all parts of ourselves, but what we do with that part makes us who we are.”

The rest of your companions quietly make their exit, giving the two of them some time alone. You give them a grateful nod as they leave and turn back to Astarion who hasn’t moved an inch.

“You’re strong, Astarion. Far stronger than you think, far stronger than me. You accept the part you hate about yourself and live with it while I pretend it doesn’t exist, suppressing the beast. I wish I could be like you.” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. “I admire you, and love you no matter how much you despise yourself.”

Astarion curls tighter into a ball, burying his face into his knees. You gently place your blood-stained cloak over him and simply continue to sit there, facing away from him to give him some privacy whilst keeping an eye on him via your sharpened hearing. You hear him drawing shaky breaths out of habit, miniscule sobs slipping past his lips on occasion and your heart breaks. If only you were stronger, faster, more powerful, then maybe he wouldn’t have had to suffer like this, maybe you would have been able to prevent all this from happening.

Your thoughts begin to devour you, thrusting you into a swirling haze of self-hatred and self-doubt. They crowd out everything else, ensnaring you in their web and trapping you in darkness but two quietly spoken words pierce through the cloud and the dark haze begins to part.

“Thank you.”

You sit up with a start, turning to find your vampire lover has shifted into a sitting position, cloak still firmly bundled around him. He looks at you with tear-stained ruby eyes and shuffles closer, leaning against you and burying his face into your shoulder, ignoring the blood that coats it.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “For yelling at you.”

“All’s been forgiven long ago,” you hum. Your arm hovers around him, unsure of whether he would welcome a hug but he pulls your arm around his waist, washing away all doubt immediately.

Astarion relaxes in your embrace, the warmth a stark contrast to his cold skin and rests his head against your chest. The steady thumping of your heart sends a nice strange feeling surging through him and a soft sigh escapes his lips. He lets you rest your chin on his head and the corners of his lips twitch upwards when he hears a familiar rumbling sound coming from your chest.

You wipe your hand on your pants to try and get rid of the blood before running your fingers through his hair, gently unknotting it as you go along. Your breath hitches, disgust bubbling to the surface when you realise you’re still getting blood on his silver hair despite your best efforts. The wolf had spilled that much blood in one fight. You swallow the bile rising to your throat, Astarion comes first, he is the one who needs to be taken care of, your problems can wait another day.

He shifts slightly, giving you a better angle to comb through his hair but you can still see a hint of trepidation in his eyes.

“If you want me to stop, just say it and I will stop. I promise.” You remove your hand from his hair, concerned. You know Astarion likes to keep things to himself, but so far he has been open about his likes and dislikes to you, understanding that you can take no as an answer.

“I…don’t stop. Please,” he whispers. “I don’t want to associate this with anyone but you.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his words and press a kiss to the top of his head to hide your embarrassment. Despite knowing what you truly are, he still chose you and found safety in your arms. Maybe, if he could accept you as you truly are, one day you could do the same. A vampire spawn and a werewolf, what a couple the two of you made.

“As you wish,” you murmur and the both of you remain like that for some time before Astarion stirs once more, untangling himself from the safety of your bloodstained arms.

“We should get going before the others fall apart trying to settle dinner,” he smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“We don’t have to move if you don’t want to, the others can wait for all I care,” you huff.

“As much as I love you darling, I would much prefer cuddling in a bedroll than on this hard ground.” A small piece of light returns to his eyes when he hears you bark a laugh at his words, his favourite grin of yours splayed on your face.

“Your wish is my command,” you chuckle, giving his hand a small squeeze. He grasps your hand tightly, whispering something inaudible even to your sharp ears before looking at you with a fondness you can’t quite describe.

“Thank you,” he breathes. “For everything.”

“Right back at you, Star.”

[linkman447]

Ten years later (dragonslayer)

It has been 10 years after jaune arc and yang Xaio long got married

Villager: run sir it a grim

Jaune: don’t worry we are a huntsman

Showing jaune, yang, and ren

Villager #2: oh hooray we’re saved

A hulking Goliath charges at jaune. He only stands there, and as the beast hits a large cloud of dust appears

Villager: oh no!!!

Ren: don’t worry

Yang: yeah my husband is tougher than some over grown elephant

As the dust clears you see jaune glowing like a white bonfire holding the Goliath off with one hand

Yang: woooo gett’em baby

And with the order given he swings his sword in claymore form down on the grim bisecting tge beast

Later

Villager: you must have trained for years to be this good

Jaune: uhhh no

Villager: what!!! But you kicked that grim’s but

Jaune: yeah I didn’t train to be this way.

He leans in

Jaune: my wife made we this way

Villager: huh

Jaune: when Mrs. Arc is in the mood you ain’t done till she is

Villager: /// I didn’t want or need to know that

Yang: there you are lover boy

She grabs him by the back of the collar and starts dragging him away

Yang: mama’s feeling frisky

Jaune: when you tell my tale, leave this part out

Villager: there goes a brave man, and I’m luck to not have a wife like that

Ren: yeah but you don’t have to sleep in the tent next to them

Villager: oh you poor bastard

Ren: oh I’ll get my revenge (he smiles evilly) we have a mission with my leader and wife next month

Villager: damn… this some kind of feud with you guys

Ren back to being stoic: no why do you ask

[bleachbleachbleach]

What is this show about?!?!?!?!

[dark-frosted-heart]

Book of Memories ~ Chevalier and Licht ~ Part 3

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.

~~ Flashback continues ~~

He thought he heard footsteps on the other side of the curtains.

It wasn’t just footsteps, he could hear the sound of multiple people running by on this “unusual” day.

Licht: …

He stepped out to the outside world (balcony) for the first time in a long time.

As he peered into the darkness, he caught a glimpse of a boy with the same hair color in the distance.

Licht: What are you doing out at this hour…

At the same time, there was the terrifying sound of swords clashing—

He mindlessly ran through the vast garden until he finally came across the figure.

On the small bridge laid his other half, whom he had not seen in a while.  

Licht: Nokto!

He rushed over and picked him up; luckily he was still breathing.

But when he lifted his head, hell was nearby.

His fairly older blond brother was in the midst of fighting what appeared to be assassins.

One of them appeared to have already been killed, and the beautiful garden was stained red with blood.

Licht: …

Swords, a pool of blood, and a fallen figure; all these elements reminded him of that day, that time, that moment, that scene—

Licht: Aah…

The rapid beating of his heart made it difficult to breathe, making him let go of Nokto to clutch at his chest.

Sweat ran down his trembling hands, and it was only a matter of time before he collapsed next to his other half.

However— eye contact was made with one of the assassins who had confronted Chevalier earlier.

It seemed he concluded that he wouldn’t be able to take on the beast whose skill with a sword surpassed that of an adult’s, so he went after the defenseless twins on the bridge.

Licht: …Ah

He thought he was going to be killed.

That was fine though, and he was about to close his eyes.

Chevalier: Shut in—You won’t be the only one dying.

Licht: !

The older brother who never paid attention to him before snatched a sword and scabbard from a nearby assassin and tossed it in the air.

They flew in a beautiful arc and landed before Licht as the assassin rushed toward him.

There was room for hesitation.

He parried the assassin with the sword his brother had thrown at him.

But the child's strength was no match for his, and he was kicked away as he focused on the sword.

When he got up after a tumble, he saw that the assassin was about to thrust his sword into his still unconscious other half…

Licht: Don’t!!!

The weapon aimed at Nokto falls to the ground instead of into his chest.

Before he knew it, his bloodstained brother was behind the assassin and the sword that had mercilessly pierced his chest was pulled out, blood spraying out like rain.

Assassin: Agh…You…mon…ster…

Chevalier: Say what you want. I’ve heard enough.

There were no feelings in Chevalier’s words as the assassin fell at his feet. 

The garden was back to its usual silence.

Licht: …Nok…to…

He crawled back to his other half and cradled him close.

He could hear a faint heartbeat, but his blank face showed no emotion at all.

Chevalier sheathed his sword and sighed.

Chevalier: They’ve been oddly frequent as of late. There must be multiple traitors within the castle. Such disturbances are likely to continue in the future.

Licht: Brother…how did Nokto pass out…

Chevalier: I don’t care to know.

Licht: Then…Why is he here…

Chevalier: Why should I explain it to you in detail?

Licht: …

Chevalier: That aside, shut-in.

Chevalier picked up the assassin’s sword and thrusted it before Licht’s eyes.

His breathing became shallow and he almost screamed, yet he didn’t run away because Nokto was still in his arms.

Chevalier: “That” would have been dead if it were not for me. It’s like you tried to kill him.

Licht: No…

Chevalier: This is what it means to lay down your sword for your country. We, who are required to be princes and knights, are always on the battlefield… Do you think they will take your situation into consideration?

Chevalier looked down at Licht as he stepped on the assassin who fell into a pool of blood.

The frigid gaze showed no mercy toward his younger brother. 

Licht: But…

Chevalier: Don’t be naive. Unless you wish to spend the rest of your life pretending to be a tragic prince.

Licht: …

Chevalier: No one is going to protect you. “I don’t want to kill anymore”, then take the sword.

Don’t think there’s another way.

With that, Chevalier turned to leave.

All that remained in front of Licht was a sword stabbed into the earth.

With shallow breaths, he gripped the sword with trembling hands.

And then he lost consciousness.