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3xen · 4 months

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just for you; g. s genji is rushed to your operation room, believing it'll be dr. ziegler to operate on him.

n. wrote this on three hours of sleep w school tmr, and i actually liked it sm! idk yall, im getting back into my game plz bare w me.

c. first meeting, mentions of mercy (angela), lowk crack

“we have a patient in critical condition. he needs to be treated immediately.” god, angela where are you when i need you most? you double-take the patient in the gurney—genji shimada. his name had appeared more than once on your files. but never once was he sent to your aid. dr. ziegler was his primary doctor since she maintained most of his records and regular check-ups.

the assistant rolled the gurney into the room. “please, notify dr. ziegler of mr. shimada’s status. im sure she’d want to know.” i inform, inspecting the patient with a cringe. his visor is damaged with a dent, wires sprouted from his shoulders, and his left lower limb seemed just too far out of place.

“will do ma’am, ill be here if you need me.” the assistant left—leaving a tense silence in the air.

“shimada, are you alright in there?”

“im alright.” his words came out strained, almost as if he felt the physical pain being done to his body. you acknowledged that. as you moved to his side—determining how to treat the damages, he spoke in a soft voice. “is dr. ziegler unavailable?” and it made you wince.

“she’s been transferred to overwatch headquarters in switzerland. i am so sorry.” he gave you a quiet hum—observing you through his visor. you looked attractive, beautiful, and it really intrigued him. you spoke in that angelic voice, had observant and quiet motions—he couldn’t wait to bury angela with queries.

“your cooling system must have been tattered with. the wires don’t usually come out like this do they? reattaching your limb should be easy.. but, your wiring is jumbled—it’ll take a lot of time to install it properly,” in deep concentration, you furrow your brows, crossing your arms over your chest, and then sighed. “and, you must have suffered quite a blow to your face.”

“ah, just a boulder. nothing special.”

operations on flesh and bones were completely opposite of cybernetic and robotic parts. there was really no easy way to work around any mechanical part that ran on a code—not without guaranteeing its success.

you stifled a quiet groan—turning away from your patient. you couldn’t admit to him you’ve never worked on a half-cyborg—actually, no one has in the nepal headquarters!

“doctor?”

“sorry, lets get to work right away.”

you whisked tools in your hands from around the room—useless or not, you placed them on a moveable cart. “we’ll start on your leg, then work our way up.”

as the operation began, you worked attentively. this must have been your most daring task yet.

“doctor,” genji cooed once.

“ye-yes..”

genji cooed again—not being able to make out your coherent words. “doctor.” and it didn’t take long before you sprang up.

“yes!”

“you are too focused. it makes me worry.” wasn’t that a good trait of a doctor? i pulled back, blinking twice at a loss.

“i suppose you are right..” you directed your eyes toward him. “ive never worked on a specimen like you.” you unconsciously lowered your head.

“a cyborg?” you nod.

“only dr. ziegler specializes in those preposterous things..” genji chuckled, causing you to perk up.

“you seem informed about it all.”

“she only taught me a few things. ive also worked on cassidy’s cybernetic arm aswell. thats my only experience.” genji stared in awe—you picked up fairly quick.

when he arrived at nepal headquarters—wounded, he expected dr. ziegler. his visits with her were short—she was a busy woman, he knew. and when he found himself being in a room with someone other than her, he accepted his fate of chaos and disaster.

“how long are you stationed here?”

“about 2 months or so.. they want me back in zurich as soon as possible.” genji nodded in acknowledgment. really, he was intrigued.

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3xen · 1 year

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sharing a bed w a rival; gusion & julian

n. ykw, im delusional.

c. one bed trope, rivalry, forced proximity, unrequited love thats actually requited

julian

as simple as it was, sharing a bed with someone you hated wasn’t so bad right?

“oh my god. there’s only one bed.” both, you and julian look at each other in unison. you were experiencing all types of emotions.

you weren’t gonna share the bed with julian, but it’s cold, no! it’s julian! anybody but julian!

“you booked this room? julian.. you know what this means right? do you understand the consequences?!” julian raises his hands in defense, honestly, he was just as horrified as you.

“we’re on a budget! it was the cheapest room!” he bites back. throwing down his gear, beginning to strip off his clothes.

“no! you don’t actually think im gonna sleep in the same bed as you, right?!” he peers over his shoulder to shoot you a cold glare. you groan in distress, hands combing through your hair in irritation.

“if we have to, so be it.”

“julian!”

“look, if you get too uncomfortable i can sleep on the floor.” you are startled at the sudden change in attitude. what’s up with him?

“wait.. no. w-we can share the bed.” you suggest, as he just nods in agreement. things are quiet after that. julian is the first to get into bed while you follow shortly after.

backs turned to each other, touching, as a result of the close proximity. “hey.. you up?” you whisper, not expecting to get an answer in return. you couldn’t sleep well, hoping to ask julian to get into a more comfortable position.

“yeah. im up.” you hear him from the other side of the bed. you feel the mattress shift and can only assume he’s turned over to you, expecting the same in return.

“im cold. and uncomfortable.” you turn to face him, admiring his features from this close. he has a small grin, swiftly throwing his hand around your waist. making sure you were close, and pressed up against his chest.

“do you enjoy this like i do? or are you too stubborn to admit it?” julian mutters, chin being hoisted on top of your head.

“i do.. but- pff! just sleep!”

gusion

“ya know, i really thought aamon would spare me mercy. he’s my big bro, why is he being so bitter?” gusion’s back was pressed against the doorway of the room, an agitated frown spread across his lips. he inspected the room, obviously unimpressed at the size and proportions.

“this can’t be! i don’t know where i am. im at the wrong place!” you, on the other hand, suffered enough from aamon’s constant torture. you paced around the room in panic.

aamon had sent you guys on countless tasks, together! aamon knew well what he was doing.

“hey now, it’s only for one night. quit making a fuss.” although gusion’s demeanor looked stoic and untroubled, under that mask, he was deeply distraught and disturbed.

“hey! i never told you to interrupt me! nor was i ever making a fuss about sleeping in the same bed as you because im not!” you grab your satchel, aggressively stomping your way to the door and eventually out the room.

“ah ah ah, stay right where you are. we ain’t leaving till morning.” gusion stops you by his mere words. you refused to let this man oppose you!

“gusion! let go of me! you and your devil brother!” gusion picks you up on his shoulders. you struggle and thrash against his hold, but he doesn’t budge.

he throws you down on the bed, flicking the lights off. you keep shouting and yelling, but it doesn’t bother him at all.

before climbing in bed, he sends you a snarky remark. “it ain’t like i wanna be sleeping in the same bed as you either. shut your pretty mouth and sleep.” you huff, watching his figure climb into bed with no hesitation.

“your pure evil..” you turn your back to him, bringing your legs up more from the end of the bed.

“what was that?,” he leans into your ear, scooting closer by the second. you can feel warmth emitting from him.

“don’t touch me!”

“shut it and keep still. unless ya wanna fall and get an injury on that pretty face of yours.” he snakes his arm around your waist, bringing both your bodies closer.

his body spoons your own while you attempt to push his arm away. but you're soon to stop as he whispers a few complaints of his own.

“all this movement—it’s a lot of friction against-“

“okay! i quit!”

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3xen · 1 year

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tending to them after a mission; aamon & hayabusa

n. wrote this out of sheer boredom, it was not an idea to dismiss.

c. formality, bandages/bandaging, sickness, use of ‘love’ multiple times

hayabusa

nightfall had quickly made its first appearance as you forge ahead towards hayabusa’s estate. you ensure you’ve brought your basket of supplies in your grasp by looking down at your hands, you could not afford forgetting any medical tool or ointment.

during his departure, hayabusa left in a haste. he spared no details about his mission. you didn’t press on the subject knowing it was disrespectful to distract any ninja on a journey, nonetheless a man of house. you decided it would be best to ignore the aching questions you had and wait for his arrival back at the scarlet shadow.

the sight of tall hedges enter your line of sight, informing you that you were reaching closer. your nerves already jittering throughout your body, it was like meeting him for the first time again.

you had yet to inform hayabusa about your visit, you hoped he’d at least be a little delighted to see you. hayabusa wasn’t a reckless fighter and he did not let his emotions deceive him while in combat, but he could get out of line sometimes.

it was rare to ever be tending to his injuries. usually he’d come home unharmed and well but apparently he’d gone all out during this mission. he could be bloodied and beaten up now, or worse.

you drown those thoughts in thrill as you reach the entrance of the estate, being cautious as you step in. you know exactly where his room is, down the hall pass a few more rooms, marked with a protective tailsman.

but instead of going straight to his room, you head toward the main room and pay respects to the shrine. it was a form of respect that honored the heart of the home. you knew hayabusa would do the same for you and your family.

after paying your respects, you finally make your way towards his room, bowing to a few servants that pass by. your heart keeps panging in your chest, his room is right there!

before even attempting to knock, you brush out your hair, straighten your yukata on the skirt and sleeves. you apply a little more gloss to your lips and fix your posture.

“haya? it’s me, are you-“

“_____? come in.” you slide the door open, proceeding to take a few light steps into his room. your head hanging low, you slip your feet out of your sandals and carefully place them next to his.

you slowly start to raise your head, stealing a glance at his form. until his eyes finally meet yours. you shift under his gaze, instantly rushing to his side apace. examining his state further, one can tell he’s obviously uncomfortable.

“haya, are you alright? you wouldn’t mind tea would you?” his posture seems to soften as you suggest tea. he shakes his head, allowing you to grab the handle of the tea kettle sitting on the table in his room.

you grab a few tea packets, dropping them in the liquid of the tea kettle. you hoped hayabusa didn’t mind the company, or would he rather be alone now? tea, and that was it? you're too preoccupied perfecting the tea, you don’t notice as he heavily tenses behind you.

he clears his throat and you whip your gaze to him. did you do something wrong? you purse your lips, nerves on edge.

“my shoulder.. it’s my shoulder.” he plainly admits, avoiding any contact between your eyes. you keep quiet, instead, sliding over to his side. he shifts mostly on his right side, indicating exactly where his injury was. your hands drag along his elbow, up to his shoulder to the hem of his yukata, eventually pulling it down with caution.

he lets out a quiet groan, as your hands smoothly pull down the right side of his yukata. you decided you would ignore his cries of discomfort and instead focus on bandaging him up properly.

the bandages, of course, looked horrid. it was wrapped poorly, starting from his left pec down to his abdomen. it hadn’t been rewrapped for days.

you began the unwrapping process. already, the bruises started to form of a blueish-purple hue. you're sure to be careful during the process, his body was tight enough. if he’s moving around too much, it is certain to become worse.

“did that man deserve your time?”

“he threatened you.”

it was something new to hear, a small medical ninja like you? being the talk of the lands? oh no.

“kept spitting insults at you. i would never allow someone like him to make such comments about my wife.” you sigh, hayabusa was on a roll tonight. you’d like to shut him up with a smart remark, but his injuries needed care for.

“said the times of medical ninjas were over, do you not feel enraged as you hear those words?” you scoop a bit of ointment onto your fingers from the metal tiny tin, applying loads of ointment on his chest where dark hues were becoming more visible.

“infact, no.” you reply, still engrossed more into his injuries. you continue applying ointment to his splendid build and he doesn’t seem to mind at all.

“are you sure he insulted me? or you?”

“he got through your head, love. i thought you said no emotions on the battlefield.” you tighten the lid around the metal tin, placing it aside and moving to the next procedure. he frowns in his stance, shaking his head in disapproval.

“i suppose you are right love.. just the thought of seeing that atrocious man once more irks me.” you unravel the newly roll of bandages and position yourself sitting in front of him.

smiling, “falling in love.. is something foolish. we do terrible things for the people we love.”

aamon

you had informed all nurses to head back to their stations, this day specifically. the maids gossiped, and gossiped. so you could only assume word spread around here quick. aamon the duke of house paxley was being bedridden because of his latest mission. arriving back from yours aswell, your natural drive led you to head straight towards his quarters.

“oh aamon! are you in here by any chance?” he hears your voice chime through the wide walls and tall ceiling. he couldn’t be more overjoyed to see you. you had gone on a mission for what felt like ages. he was cooped up in his room without any company, even gusion refused to keep him company for a while!

“oh, my pretty girl.”

“you don’t look too handsome yourself.” at this point, his eye bags were heavier than you had ever seen them. he, overall, looked exhausted. you were extremely worried about him, it was a great thing you’d ever even think about cutting your mission short.

“how are you feeling?”

“fine, im taking it easy on my body.” you sit on the side of his bed, thinking of ways to get him feeling just a little better.

you abruptly stood up, marching toward the bathroom then out the double doors to his room. aamon was quite unsure of your actions, simply watching with curious eyes.

you come back shortly with a rag in hand and a bowl of soup. he looks unimpressed, but still complies as you order him to sit up

“valentina mentioned something about being prone to sickness in the paxley family.”

“what?”

“eat.” you bring a spoonful of chicken soup to his lips. he refuses the spoon and pushes it away from his lips.

“im okay _____, really. why don’t you get some rest?” aamon dodges your request by all means. he would like to not have worried you. he was informed you indeed made it back safely. but him being bedridden and all was no way of a ruler of his country. nor was it anything to bother you with. aamon knew you were tired yourself. he was not worth discarding sleep.

“what nonsense are you on about?” you were determined to nurse him back to health, whether he made a fuss about it or not.

“did you miss me?”

“perhaps.” forcing the spoon in his mouth, he hesitantly accepts it. you smile at his cooperation. your hands go for the wet rag and set it gently atop his forehead.

“now, please rest. our stories will have to wait for later, love.” aamon’s body relaxes at your words.

“im fine love. can you just accompany me for today?” he whines, tugging on the hem of your shirt.

“your hands are cold.” you mutter with a smile on your face. slipping under the covers with his hands wrapped around your waist.

it sealed your fate whenever you climbed into bed with him, who knew how long you were going to be here. you wished you could have prepared better if you knew of this.

“you won’t keep me for too long will you?” aamon nuzzled into your chest, ignoring all your remarks. he was comforted by your words. even if you were teasing.

“you were gone far too long. i sat in this empty room for days.”

“im sorry, i was lonely myself,”

“you were my only concern.”

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3xen · 1 year

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hey!

so i’ve been like overly head over heels for my favourite emo man, granger and if you don’t mind, maybe something related to him? could be headcanons, fic or anything, i just love this man LMAOO

thank you!! <33

boyfriend hcs; granger

n. granger is just sooo..

c. boyfriend!granger, fluff

boyfriend!granger always knows when you leave bed in the morning. he’s very eager to see you, but doesn't push it. after waking himself up properly he’s instantly on his feet, looking in each corner of the castle to find you.

boyfriend!granger has a not-so-secret rivalry with alucard. so, seeing you all giddy mid conversation with alucard—irks him. granger doesn’t say much, but is easily provoked.

boyfriend!granger enjoys the violin sessions he has with you—never gets tired of playing his sweet sweet melodies for you. and even suggests it occasionally.

boyfriend!granger is very sensitive to your overall cuteness. he thinks you're the most ethereal being alive. even giving a small wink to him—shocks him. he’s a tiny little schoolgirl at her kness, blushing and squealing from her crush’s small gesture.

boyfriend!granger is never not on guard. even a small trip to the local shops—he’s at your side ready to go. he’s learned from mistakes and has concluded you were not one to lose.

boyfriend!granger has a hard time expressing his love for you. being the quiet, cold man he was. you don’t ever blame him for it. on some occasions granger takes you out, acts of service were his thing.

boyfriend!granger always puts you as his first priority. he needs to know of your status at all times, and if not, he’s internally screaming. he’s cautious of your well-being.

boyfriend!granger loves the way your hands work around his body. when he comes home injured, you know exactly where to touch—so bandaging up his body is no hassle.

boyfriend!granger eases up to you quite quickly. you spoke with no judgement and no part of you ever judged him for who he was. your love—to granger was never fake, he admired you—for ever opening up to him.

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3xen · 9 months

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hihiii can I req a aamon x reader where's it's like arranged marriage au typa vibe?? both from different kingdoms n are very different but manage to yk bond n stuff 😖😖

asunder; aamon since the marriage ceremony, he's been unseen in his own home. you only feel its right—if you're the person to confront him.

n. i was hitting that poetry shit in this one omg. and please, good lord, i just wanna believe aamon is canonically british. please. i tried to capture ur req as best as i could!

c. arranged marriage au, unrequited love, ooc(?)

aamon deliberately meddled himself into his work and duties more often than he would have. he found consolation within his office—so he never left it. each day would be scheduled with meetings, inspections, and business matters. he immediately became weary of it. but he didn’t halt with his bearish intentions.

it was the fourth week that you resided in his home. each week passed without his presence. it became most apparent that aamon was dodging your entire existence.

a feeling of transgression and inhospitality poked at the back of his brain—a pot of poison stirring in his fleshy stomach. he was glued to his chair, stuck in a boundless hex.

and you still hadn’t had a clue on what his intentions were. nonetheless, you tried to not make much out of it—marriage life was hectic and you decided his feelings couldn’t be misheard.

it was an overwhelming decision, even more, a forced decision by your kingdom. you never intended to settle for marriage so soon, given, prior to your engagement; you remained committed as a solitary princess.

it was an unexplored aspect for the both of you.

“aamon-“ you entered the unoccupied space, a cold breeze running through your feet. aamon’s usual lively office was completely empty.

it took a few moments of reflection before you entered his office. hadn’t your curiosity got the best of you, you surely would have left as quick as you came. you flicked the lights on, bringing the interior of his room to light.

it was plain—modernized to a suitable extent. wooden bookshelves outlined the outer walls of his office, besides them were file cabinets. he had one large desk in the center, file folders and miscellaneous papers sloppily scattered around the surface of the desk.

a large window faced from behind his desk, gaining a considerable source of light—allowing either the sun or moon to glimmer off the reflection of his desk.

you anxiously approach the desk—your fingers running along the cluttered articles. as your eyes watched the tips of your fingers graze the tough surface, you caught a glimpse of an opened paged journal noted with ‘entry iii’.

you moved any unwanted objects out of the way, your own consciousness growing more intrigued as moments passed by. you took the article in your hand, eyes darting to meet each word to match your mouth.

entry iii

her countenance deceives me, whereas her actions lighten me. if i were to write a report to her peers, i would think she was a bewitching maiden. her mere presence creates an altercation between herself and i. my perception of that woman is scarcely comparable to one of a few things. it has me bound at my will. i want to ultimately refuse her propositions of companionship. thenceforth, i will avoid that woman of great mystery.

a visible frown was placed upon your lips. you had been good. throughout your time here, you have been nothing but good. what could aamon hold so much against you? what was his ulterior motive?

a fit of rage threatened to surge from you—it can’t be. you shifted your eyes downward from the page and instead of falling to your feet—your pupils focused on a small fonted phrase.

princess, i’m afraid i can no longer fool myself.

your breath hitched as the journal fell from your hands. “i see you’ve explored my study.” aamon cocked his head to the side—almost in disbelief. he entered the room with a heavy presence and it went completely unnoticed by you.

“aamon.” your entire body felt numb as you stood like a deer in headlights, unable to move forward from your spot.

aamon chuckled in amusement—he seemed the least offended with the intrusion. it didn’t take long until your body finally found its motion and you discreetly walked away from his desk.

the prospect of it all felt impudent—to his letter of criticism, and lastly; his judgment of you. you received his disregard as something that would soon pass. or maybe, it was a plain misconception to you.

“have you read my letter?” he inquired.

“yes.”

he nodded in acknowledgement as he moved to sit comfortably into the chair behind his desk. “it’s exactly what it says,”

your eyebrows dug into your forehead. he spoke calmly, with a steady expression. “excuse me?”

“the letter.” i blink in disbelief.

“you intrigue me, princess.” the glint in his eyes meant more than what he said. his commendation of sanction captured you in his essence.

once he played your game—maybe you would play his.

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3xen · 5 months

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n. scrapped fredrinn work. its not well done, and i promise you i will not be finishing it—sorry! just wanted to help my account stay alive, lmfao.

fredrinn followed the compass—you followed fredrinn. even after forbidding yourself into involving yourself with that unruly man, you made it a priority to keep him company on his quest to find his best friend. that was simply all it meant to you, and you were certain that was all it meant to him.

you had known very little about the man—his name, quest, and where he was from was the only knowledge you had about him. when he barged into the tavern on that frigid stormy night with severe injuries, you panicked. he could be anyone! a mobster, assassin, or could even be affiliated with the abyss. knowing that, you still took him in and nursed him back to health. after that encounter, you had seen him more often in the tavern than you should have. if anything, the man had already become a regular there and would even occasionally participate in the game nights hosted there every sunday.

your uncle—who owned the tavern, grew suspicious. were you inviting some mobster into the tavern? so he could cause a ruckus? no, no, no. it was far from that. maybe you didn’t notice but fredrinn had grown very fond of you—so fond of you, he made sure to often visit the tavern.

if he could tell fray about what he felt for you—he would. but fredrinn couldn’t even explain to himself why he felt the way he felt. his thoughts were always between fray and you. it was such a surprise to him—that someone other than fray was in his heart. he never opened his heart.

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3xen · 11 months

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under the gentle sky; i. r when you see a fellow classmate—in dire need of help, it’s only a natural instinct to assist them in any way.

n. as you read, my writing gets worse. possible pt.2 (?)

c. strangers to lovers, rainy day au, “soccer” is portrayed as “football”, profanity, reader & rin are hs students

raindrops pitter and patter across the brick tiles of the sidewalk—water flooding the streets of kamakura. the sole of his shoes, drenched, as the result of the sudden downpour. his hair soaked—almost as if he stepped right out of his bath. rin knew better. when the murky clouds begin to conceal the once mellow sky, it should have clicked in his mind—an umbrella would be of great use in this kind of weather.

his mother informed him of the weather that morning. but even so, he was reluctant to bring proper protection. the traveling distance from his home wasn’t far. he wasn’t going to be stopping anywhere on the way home—an umbrella was not necessary.

but here he was; jogging—surveying the area to find a place for shelter. rin mentally cursed the weather gods—if he caught any sort of cold from this weather, he’d be furious. just the thought of skipping football practice was a no-no.

after a few more moments of jogging, his eyes darted directly to a bus shelter—just at the corner of an intersection. he neared closer—finally having the chance to take a relieved breath as he sat seated on the metal bench. he slicked his hair back—away from his line of vision. he wondered, how could he get home now?

he could always resort to calling his mother—no. he couldn't do that, that's totally disrespecting his mother. sae? no. he shook his head—maybe the storm would cool down after a while. once the storm passed, he would leave.

“fuck.” he sat in silence for six solid minutes. the rain, in fact, spared no mercy for him today. the rain hadn’t stopped, even till now.

suddenly, rin hears a few light footsteps from beside him. he doesn’t pay any mind to them—ignoring their presence as a whole. but, the shoes look so familiar. his eyes scan the figure from the bottom of their feet till he can see their face—where he can clearly make out the identity of the person.

you wring out the water from your hair, almost like a shirt. you, too, don’t pay any mind to him—until you notice his lingering gaze. immediately, you can easily identify who it is. that football genius.

he looks away—shoving his fists down his pockets. you had never seen the football genius so powerless. itoshi rin? forgetting to bring an umbrella? something as simple as that?

you bask in the silence for a few more seconds—really not knowing what to say. i mean, did he even wanna hear anything at all? he was a quiet individual and didn’t seem like the type of person to tolerate others. it was already difficult enough to even approach him without some sort of unease.

“did you forget your umbrella?” his ears perk up at the sudden question. though his eyes are mainly focused on the somber road before him—you know he’s listening.

“yeah.”

“well,”

“you can have mine.” you continue, offering him your umbrella with a gesture of your hand. he turns—giving a short, quick glance to your offering, then back up to you. he looks displeased, but nonetheless, takes the umbrella.

his expression is visibly questioning your antics but he can’t urge himself to ask. it’s foreign—the kind gesture of yours. it caused a spiral in his head.

it was the first time—anyone witnessed his venerability. he let himself fall victim at your hands. it was shameful—rin never allowed hospitality from outsiders.

rin’s eyes flickered over to you as you begin to rise from your seat—all he could think was, oh. you weren’t gonna head home in the rain were you? it’d be pretty shitty of him to take something that you would desperately need in weather like this.

you pointed to the approaching bus—his eyes followed the direction of your finger and finally he understood what you meant. he felt somewhat relaxed—reassured that you giving up your umbrella was for good purpose.

he remained seated on the cold bench—watching your soaked figure enter the vehicle. you gave a brief, respectful bow to the bus driver and hurriedly went to find an available seat.

rin walked in silence that night—his thoughts in a daze. it was such a small, simple act. and it had him in shackles just like that. the reminder of your gesture quickly became the only topic on his mind for the remaining night.

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3xen · 5 months

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out of time; granger a lover from the past ceases your longing and makes a polite request to mend the past of your relationship.

n. just a repost, but slightly edited. plz enjoy!

c. angst, mentions of alcohol, mentions of a kiss, a bit ooc, slowburn

you refused to use drinks as a getaway from your personal issues—younger you thought that. the much younger you would have released your anger and emotions in some other way then some booze. but you were not younger you and he was not present.

“i want three shots of your strongest vodka, vernon!” vernon—the bartender working in that small pub. he had come across many heavy drinkers, but you. oh you. he had never seen anything like it.

“that vile, vile man!” you had lashed out plenty of times already, if someone were to see it—it would certainly be vernon.

“you should lay low on the drinks miss-“

“no! i refuse your orders! i will go back for him!”

“no, i meant-“ vernon is lucky to survive long enough from your chaos. in exchange for practically babysitting you, you provide protection for vernon and his pub. he was just a small crippled old man after all.

“hey vernon!” off the drinks you were a sweetheart really.

you slide into your regular seat, vernon serving your usual beverage to you. you couldn’t lie, the pub was awfully quiet—not like you were complaining of course. it was just strange. usually there would be a few men scattered around the bar, but today, there were only two.

“vernon. hey, who are they?” in a low whisper you mutter to vernon across the bar table. you signal vernon to the tiny corner table. there is a bulky blond and another awfully pale man. they were not regulars and certainly not from around here. they had royal attire and the presence of authority.

“im not sure m’lady, they came into the bar and looked quite displeased, ordered two beers and have been here since.” vernon didn’t seem to know of the two men, so you decided you would try to ignore their presence to spare the pub from destruction.

you nonchalantly chat with vernon, of course still keeping marks on the two men. suddenly, the blond instantly shoots up from his seat. you restrain yourself from moving, instead, watching his movements from where you were.

“may i be of assistance to you sir?” his steps look hesitant going up to the counter.

“uh yeah, do you know of a woman around here? i think she’s a regular here, right granger?”

“i believe she’s right there.”

“what did you say old man..? ”

“alucard..” i pause. “it’s actually you. what are you doing here?” you were appalled. what would they need from you? were they finally here to kill you? it’s been so long since last seeing them at the monastery. why would they seek you out now?

“_____! you. you are a difficult woman to find! we went through hell and back to find you!” he complains, just like how he always used too. he takes a seat beside you, averting his eyes at the man in the corner, giving you a raised brow.

“my boy, granger here, has been keeping tabs on you.” you have a soft stare towards the man. why would granger seek you out? had he really had his eyes on you for some time now? and you were too dense to notice? you had many questions of your own but alucard pulled you back quickly enough to pause your thoughts.

“listen, he has something to ask you, the sonny boy might not say it—but he will not take no for an answer.” you nod slowly at his request. alucard slides over the counter, giving vernon a strong hold on his shoulders. vernon noticeably tenses and before alucard is able to drag him out through the back door, vernon’s head whips back to you—surely worried for your well-being. you nod in approval, signaling to vernon that you would be perfectly fine, that you would not wreck havoc in his bar.

turning to your side once again, granger appears beside you. he looks forward and away from you. the white streak in his hair sticks out to you. it’s so noticeable from the side. he wears a black leather jacket and a red scarf is wrapped around his neck. the scar going through his right eye has an alluring appearance to it.

though you were appointed a stranger to him, he entrusted his deepest, most dreadful secrets with you. he knew of the information you possessed. he was a mysterious man, even after spending most your years with the man, he was still as strange as the day you met.

it goes quiet for a bit, you didn’t want to bombard granger with questions you knew he wasn't going to answer, so you didn't waste your breath on it.

“the monastery, is it much better?” his lips take a swig of his beer.

if your father was an active operator and died in battle, despite your circumstances, you would be taken in by the monastery in place of your deceased father. it was a rough place, only the best of the best would survive.

in the beginning you refused to listen to them, you would not take orders from anyone besides your parents. but you soon realized, to survive—you must listen, that, or be executed.

you were alone most of your time in the monastery. you were more engrossed in training and searching for any way to leave the monastery as fast as you could.

you were thirteen at the time, sparring with that plump blond kid who talked too much. maybe you could have killed him then. he was an annoying kid who could blabber all day if he wanted too. others caused him great harm—all because he was a little bigger than your average child. you saved him from the mischievous bullies that swore to tie him up and butcher him like a pig—he may not believe it but saving him was an accident—you made a wrong turn in the woods.

after him, you met granger. you would no longer live in misery at the monastery after granger. you didn’t pay much mind to granger—for a while.

one night, on your personal night patrol, a sweet melody coming from the male barracks urged your hunt. the nuns forbid you from going to the barracks of the opposite gender—but that night, you had no self-control and had already been curious for some time.

it was a soft sentimental melody. it soothed you, training harshly at such extreme lengths, this melody had brought you peace. it gave you enough comfort to repeatedly visit his room every night to sit under the window he played from.

“hey! what are you doing here?!” you eyes shoot open and you are quick to pick up your feet and run towards the female barracks—where you belonged. a nun had caught you, and oh—you were in for a great deal of punishment.

truthfully, it was a misunderstanding. but even then they wouldn’t understand that. set for a three day suspension from the training grounds, you were also ordered to give a sincere apology to the boy you were so called lurking on.

“it’s you.”

“yeah. it’s me.” the boy towers over you, watching intently at your every move. you saw how fierce and keen he was on the training grounds, he could kill you right now.

his scar is almost the only thing visible on his face, you don’t even know if it’s the same boy you secretly visited every night. he looks so cold and emotionless. but you were not one to judge—even if he was judging you.

“i apologize, i shouldn’t have been lurking on you. it is my fault.” his eyes are too intimidating to stare at, you just look down at your feet while excusing yourself.

“it’s not your fault, you weren’t lurking.” your eyes go wide at his response.

“what..?” he shrugs.

“i saw you, you visited every night for a week. you sat under my window, i played the same song for you the entire time. i thought you noticed.” your cheeks go red in embarrassment, if apologizing wasn’t overwhelming enough, finding out the boy you’ve been basically stalking saw you—sneaking through the barracks and sitting under his window.

“oh..”

“i can explain!”

“there’s no need to explain, it was just a misunderstanding.” he turns away from you. leaving you a confused mess.

“_____! why are you not on the training grounds!” alucard huffs, still catching his breath from all the physical activity he’s been doing.

“suspended.”

“what?! _____, what did you do?!” you shrug in response to his question, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. you watch other children from the sidelines, working in their designated weaponry areas.

“granger! it’s granger!” alucard practically shouts in your ear. you flinch from the loud ring, momentarily peeking your head out to get sights on whoever alucard was rambling about.

it’s him, the same boy you apologized to—-two days ago. you begin to grow anxious, watching his swift moves of combat.

“he’s so cool.” alucard stared in awe.

“do you think i can do that _____?” he asked, clearly immersed. you promised yourself to never look at him again, but here you are—under his gaze once again.

“i want to fight you.” you state plainly, even knowing how dangerous he was on the battlefield.

“is this because of the incident the other day? i thought i told you it was a misunderstanding. there is nothing we can do about it.”

“no, i want to test my strength.” granger looks stunned and almost terrified. you looked so determined it honestly shocked him.

“just once.”

“you’re suspended.”

“we can do it in the woods.” he’s hesitant to comply, but your expressions of determination and stubbornness are surely the death of him.

in the end, you lose to the hands of granger.

maybe it was a proposal of becoming friends with him—but you hung out everyday after that.

“_____! t-t-that’s granger!” alucard’s eyes light up in adoration. granger gives you a small glare, you shrug—alucard had just become friends with his role-model.

the three of you decided a trip to the woods would be a nice getaway. you three were almost of age—meaning your departure from the monastery was coming soon.

“catch you guys later!” alucard leaves early due to business.

departure from the monastery also meant the separation between the three of you. those two dimwits made your days at the monastery a lot more bearable and for them to simply leave like that, was very upsetting.

“i didn't know it was gonna rain.” you look up, small water droplets running down your cheeks and eventually down your entire body. granger pulls you by the arm, gently shoving you under a tree trunk.

“stupid girl.” the space is small, it’s a tiny opening at the bottom of the trunk, only made for one person but you two make the room. you both sit across from each other as silence fills the air and the only audible sound is the pouring rain from above you.

“granger,” you hated the thought of even asking him.

“where are you gonna go after this?” you look at granger, his face is blank. you don’t think he likes your question very much.

“the moniyan empire, the queen requested us as lightborn soldiers.”

“oh.” was all you could utter. you avoid his gaze, holding your thighs close to your chest to create some warmth going through your body. granger’s head is already hitting the top of the tree trunk as he sits uncomfortably.

“that doesn’t mean we won’t see each other.” he mutters after some time.

“what do you mean?”

“your hometown is not too far from lumina city. we can always come visit.”

“right.” you nod, agreeing with his statement. his brows furrow in disappointment—he knew how upset you were. he couldn’t lie himself—-he didn’t know what he was gonna do without you. he could barely handle alucard alone. how could he even handle himself?

“listen closely,”

“i will come get you. do not feel any regret.” you let your arms fall and instead felt him pull you closer. you comply to his actions—as he sets his lips on yours. both your wet clothes sliding against each other’s from the close proximity.

“granger-“ his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer by the inch, hungrier and hungrier for your touch.

“for me to discard you like that—you would have to do something extremely wicked.”

“i doubt that day will ever come.” you relished his words of reassurance as he pulls away from your lips. his eyes look around for any type of emotion in your face, he needed to know how you were feeling.

“granger, i just don’t suppose you would ever come back for me. after we leave the monastery we are all on our own.” you were thrilled for granger. he was going to get promoted at the highest position as soon as he left this place.

“you, are mine. the monastery doesn’t separate us. please, tell me how i could just entirely rid of you, knowing you are my main priority. the monastery didn’t change our nature, the monastery didn’t make us.” granger is thorough with his explanation. his words were plain-spoken however still laced with empathy.

“you cannot say stuff like that. and then leave.”

“do you understand what i was waiting for?” you blankly declare. granger never looked at you as you spoke, so you didn’t either.

“you just had to wait a little longer.”

“i had waited far too long, you filled my head with lies. i tried to reason.” you discussed as calmly as you could. you had put a restraint on both your heart and emotions.

“i don’t think you understand. i left for you. im not someone you would wanna be around. you told me you had better plans than becoming a demon hunter. was i gonna to be the one who interrupted it?” you kept your eyes locked on anything but him. he was no longer apart of you, in your heart—he was absent.

“and were you one to neglect my feelings? i knew of nothing. i didn’t even begin to think about my own being when you left,” you interject. your eyes burned in frustration, tears threatened to fall from your eyes and you began to raise your voice in resentment.

“my thoughts were only of you, i hated thinking of you even when i didn’t want to. do you understand that?” his eyes, though cold as ice there is a slight sparkle of warmth. it watches each detail of your face. his intentions were unknown to you—but you hoped that he at least spared a spot in his heart for you.

“did you ever even think about how i felt?” your gaze shifts to him, the tension between his silence and your dispute are at battle.

“that irrational act ravished my reliance on you. you acted on my love.” granger takes the harsh truth, still searching for any opening to speak. by now, tears begin to prickle from your eyes. you wipe, wipe, and wipe—but it doesn’t falter.

though, granger’s face may look serene—and maybe even untroubled. he is deeply distraught, though his natural instincts are jittering—commanding him to bring you into an embrace, he knows better than to touch you, knowing how heartbroken you were.

he can’t even watch you without feeling sorrow himself. you weren't meant to be in this much pain. he was clueless as to truly how much agony you were in. it was a solid two years since you had last seen each other, those years—granger never spoke a word.

“you are no longer mine, granger.” you failed to care for yourself while waiting for his arrival. you knew independence and you were not afraid of being alone. but granger uttered those heartfelt words and it never got out of your head. you remembered those words like a prayer and it caused you to lose sight of yourself.

“i may no longer be yours, but you are still mine.” as much as you denied it—you were still his. you couldn’t admit that to him. your hatred against granger was inevitable, no one could change your mind about that. but it was not strong enough. your heart knew the way to go—your heart decided the best way to go about was granger.

“i have told you this far many times, it wasn't supposed to be this way. i want you to understand that. you are still you, as i am me. time is temporary. i had enough fear of losing you to even neglect you like that.” his hand is placed on the back of your head, which was not of your knowledge considering the uncontrollable sobbing mess you were.

“i want you to join me on the battlefield. through that time ill make it up to you. i will show you all the things you have missed out on since our separation.” granger gently stroked the back of your head, tangling your hair through his fingers. you knew his proposal was entirely true—you were going to join him on the battlefield and he would show you all the things you missed out on.

knowing that, you still dread of seeing his face—every single day. granger liked to be alone, he would eat alone, sleep alone, and heal alone. were you really the person to be a nuisance to him? these thoughts ate at your head. through your time apart, granger seemed like he had no problem being alone and without a partner. you couldn’t bare the thought of being a burden to him.

“yes. i want to join you granger.” his eyes twinkle and glimmer in delight at your response. if granger said it—it was gonna to be made true. of all the things he said, it was mostly true. he told you he would come back for you—in a two year span, but he made it happen.

he takes hold of your wrist, placing a delicate kiss upon it. maintaining a strong hold on your eyes with his. his movements are gentle, you had never felt the touch of granger—or practically anyone since some time, it was so foreign to you.

“im glad your love hasn't been deprived of.” if granger was going to be true to his words, then you would never allow your love to perish even if you were in denial or your heart was tentative.

his greatest flaw was his devotion because in all scenarios, he was always going to find a way back whether your heart desired it or not.

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xen, i saw that your requests are open so i don’t want to miss the chance! can i ask for an ace x reader? and if you need some background info, here: maybe this could be a sort of au where reader and the others manage to save ace (but they still nearly died) and now in the present they both are on the moby dick, maybe talking about how much they love each other and some angst about reader fearing to lose him again.

sorry if it’s too long, i just love him too much and to see him in your writings>>>> it’s up to you if you want to do it, thank you! have a great day. <3

lovers’ pledge; p. a the entirety of his heroic actions were honorable—but you refused to let him go so easily.

n. bro ale, i had such a similar concept in mind as to this one. u literally manifested this shit omg. anyway, hope you enjoyed this mess! <3

c. angst, established relationship, mention of shanks, ooc(?) angst w/o comfort(?)

the destruction inflicted on marineford undoubtedly required a crude amount of expenses. it was a hectic battle that consisted of diabolical and unmerciful acts.

each party suffered their own damages, inside and out. fortunately, the red-haired pirate; shanks, had stopped the warfare from any further destruction. you were convinced those hours of bloodshed would result in days of nonstop combat if continued.

suffice to say, such savage acts nearly risked ace’s life. he was at death’s door, confined against his will. two blades being the major points to put this scheme into play.

you were beyond troubled at those thoughts. the mere presence of ace was going to be cut off from all of life, as one.

you couldn’t even imagine having to bare the death of your boyfriend. you didn’t want to. tormenting yourself into living a world without ace, would be considered an immoral act.

as of now, you two relax near the deck of moby dick in a hospitable silence. the horizon touching delicately at the ground below. the mix of each color complimenting the sky wonderfully.

“im, so glad that i met you.” you perk up, interrupting the restful silence. your tone, oh so desperate. it felt like your final confession—that you truly wanted to get this through his insensible perspective.

his eyes averted from the horizon and directly into your eyes.“_____, please. im here, i can see you.” his voice asserts, presumably making an effort to relieve the unease in your heart.

you ignored his pleas and continued to mindlessly ramble. “and, i just.. don’t wanna be alone.” though your voice hadn’t embodied a physical form, it teared through his chest and at his heart. he acknowledged that you sorrowfully sought out reassurance from him.

“i see you.” a tremor of anguish surged through your body. “focus on me.” your eyes blink on cue, gaining a better image of him.

a deep sigh escapes your lips. “i was afraid.” a doleful frown settles on your face. his eyebrows rose and his bandaged hand cupped your cheek. all he could seem to see from your eyes was a longing fear; something that wouldn’t leave so easy.

“i know.” his gaze lowered to his feet. “im sorry.” he lifts his head, his expression reading of true resentment.

“i know you’re hurt.” his pupils frantically try to find a sense of discomfort in your eyes. he knows some things should be left unspoken—he won’t pry, but he knows that whatever happened, was traumatic in your eyes.

“you can’t leave me ace.” you plead. “i love you.” and as if it hasn't been said plenty of times before—his heart shatters. he blinks back tears, no doubt—feeling as lousy as you did.

“i love you too.” he answers back almost instantly. he definitely accepts the guilt and regret that comes with this proposal—it was the least he could do.

“i wanna be yours forever.” it was a dangerous proposition. but it didn’t matter to the both of you—it only pledged loyalty. something that would certainly never perish.

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I need more gusion fanfics.... Specifically enemies to lovers please...... Please....there no more gusion fanfics I've scearched a03 Tumblr Wattpad pls....

forbidden desires; gusion it was your mission to kill gusion paxley—an enemy to your kingdom, a hidden lover.

n. had this msg in my inbox for quite some time. im so srry for taking so long to write it. if i ever feel like it, ill make a better version <3 for gusion's mask, i imagined his night owl skin!

c. enemies to lovers, forbidden relationship, unrequited love, angst, ooc(?)

the night of the masquerade party.

you pulled him aside from the crowd—a fiery glare being his greeting. he wore a silver mask, two purple ombre feathers sprouting out lavishly from the top-sides. you lightly caressed his shoulders, your lips curving into a charming smile.

“you reek of hostility.” he scoffs at your attempts to lighten the mood. you can only respond in a laugh at his reaction—fully amused. slowly, you start to sway your hips as his hands find its place at your waist.

“i was forced to be here.” he confesses, warily following your movements. “what’s your name?”

“_____.”

“my brother invited you?”

“a hand-written letter.” you confirm, the two of you starting to spin in place—matching the rhythm of the ballroom music. his orbs lock onto yours, the intensity of the moment is overbearing—your instincts telling you to look away. but you don’t, growing more invested as it continues.

your mission was to merely stall gusion.

“the castle is under attack!” a voice belares amidst the crowd.

he was a formidable foe.

“get to safety!”

and for a moment, it felt safe–in his arms.

“_____!” a look of panic flashes across his eyes.

at first, it’s denial.

his eyes frantically search the room—for any sign of you. but, you're gone. all that's left behind is that mask you wore.

it’s been a while since that night.

you wished you acted on logic, moreover, your own desires. through that short time, you managed to attach yourself to him. it was nothing sweet, it ate like maggots at your brain.

the mere thought had you bound and helpless.

“the backway gate is your only form of entrance. the safest,” the voice pauses, intent on getting this plan through your head.

“_____? are you listening?” you jolt awake, eyes blinking to soothe the strain.

“yes? yes. i-im listening.”

“this is crucial, not just as the heir to the throne but our kingdom as a whole. don’t mess this up.” you nod repeatedly, making it appear to seem as if you're interested.

castle aberleen.

you wander quietly through the main hall, pushing a rolling cart filled with cups and platters. you were dressed as a servant with formal attire.

‘it should be marked with a name..’

you skimmed through the letters of each door as you passed. finally, you stumbled upon a certain door, marked with ‘gusion paxley’.

as you stood in front of his door, ready to enter, you took a few deep breaths while your legs and hands began to feel like jello. the tips of your fingers suddenly becoming cold as you start to zone off.

the crickets from outside seemingly stopped chirping as the room began to feel more and more isolated. you pull yourself out of the endless trance by pinching your thigh, causing a deep shiver to run through your spine.

“sir, your tea is ready.” you coo as your mind wanders elsewhere; wondering if this was the right thing to do.

your kingdoms haven’t always been on bad terms, you were once honorable allies. somewhere in you, believed the two kingdoms were capable enough to form a treaty. it would surely declare peace between the lands.

you didn’t think you would have enough courage to kill gusion paxley but you weren’t going to disobey your kingdom’s orders, you couldn’t. you were too afraid of rejection.

“leave it at the door.” you can clearly see the shadows of his feet through the bottom of the door. you sigh, sadly even.

you slowly crack the door open, placing a hand on your leg holster. something in you hoped he’d flee, that’d he’d completely leave the lands. it would avoid more issues, no more killing, no more pain.

before you fully enter his room, you’re tackled to the ground by strong hands. he flips you on your back, dead intent on catching this assailant. his eyes lock on your figure, his expression consisting of shock and hurt.

“_____..” his soft voice trails off, you manage to maintain eye-contact through your teary lashes. your body melts in his arms, a feeling of warmth and fondness.

“im sorry.” you murmur while he places his hand on the back of your head, pulling you firmly into his chest. you can feel his breath hitch, he strokes your hair gingerly, almost like a silent apology.

“i’ll protect you.”

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breaking the codex; leomord even after being certain of his freedom, he finds no productivity in leaving.

n. leo mains have my heart <3 this work was supposed to be published alot sooner, but here we are.

c. queen!reader, knight!leomord, angst(?), unrequited love that’s actually requited

”my queen, you have requested me to your quarters?” leomord kneels at your feet, heeding to any orders that you may assign him. leomord bared the heart of a spirited warrior. he never strayed away from battle, and you admired that from afar.

in order to succeed, leomord disregarded any feelings of the past. he dismissed his own being to serve you.

“my knight, leomord, i would like to meet you at the horse stables during sunset. can i leave it up to you to accompany me?” how could leomord ever defy your orders? if leomord were to be appointed to any other ruler, his knowledge would be in vain. he would have never learned the way of the warrior codex.

may you never notice, but his intuition had grown stronger, along with his physical strength. whenever he mentioned of his progress, he mentioned you as well.

“i have become stronger, stronger than i ever have. i believe this is the result of you.” you never believed leomord. you were not one to ever believe in your powers, really. you had never seen a spark in your magic, of course, a few tweaks of magical power here and there. but it never had really progressed enough for your own eyes to see.

in the events of today, leomord was to accompany you down at the horse stables. you had no real reason of dragging him down there, but it created a great sense of scenery, apart from the heartbreaking news you have prolonged to tell him.

“he’ll leave, and once he does so, these feelings will leave as well.” you and leomord were on very formal terms. he treated you like the queen you were and went above and beyond to meet your criteria.

leomord never once conveyed or spoke about his feelings, you thought he buried them deep in his heart. which was no way a warrior should cope. but, then again, you had no say in asking what he felt or wanted.

it was a knight to a queen, a queen to a knight. that’s all it was.

“leomord has too much pride, he would not just leave.” faramis thinks differently. you felt guilty, having leomord serve you as a knight. you made him a weapon, without his consent, you trained him to serve you and you only.

“he knows better, he’ll leave. after all he’s been through, im certain he’ll leave.” you let your mouth run, babbling, until faramis calls you out on it.

“leomord is not going to leave. have you seen the way he’s looked at you?” you whip your head to look at him, shaking your head. faramis talked nonsense at times, but this time—you were invested.

“faramis, you sound absurd.”

“if leomord was ever given the chance, he’d come up to you with his proposal of love, but as a knight, he has self control over his desires. especially for his queen.” almost immediately, you are at a loss of words. you knew well, leomord had great control over his desires and much more. but you just can’t resist the urge to wonder if he’s ever thought about you in a way more than queen and knight.

“the sunset is almost here, excuse me.” the sun paints the room with warm colors, it’s rays of light brightening the lands below.

“don’t be so rash. leomord will always respect you and your choices, be honest with him.” faramis’ suggestion eases the tension in you and you thank him for the wise words.

sprinting down the spiral stairs in a quick action, you hold the ends of your flowy dress as you do so, averting the problem of ever toppling down the staircase.

you see a tall figure at the bottom of the lobby, but can’t clearly make out who it is, as you near closer, you can see it’s leomord. your mind automatically reverts to the conversation with faramis.

speak reasonably, be honest, he’ll respect your decision.

“leomord, im sorry to keep you waiting.” you come face to face with him, his broad build towering over yours.

“no worries, my queen. barbiel is waiting right outside.” he gingerly takes your hand in his, you smile at the action, eager to follow.

barbiel stands proudly, ears perking up and nickering playfully at the sight of you. leomord lets go of your hand, walking back into the castle. probably telling off the guards and informing the servants of your leave.

“barbiel!” you stroke his coat of fur, nuzzling your face into his neck and giving him a few scratches behind his ears. barbiel shows you his gratitude by giving you a nudge as leomord comes trudging over.

“please, ladies first.” a hand interlocks into yours once again, guiding you to the stirrup where you place your feet. while the other unoccupied hand hovers over your lower back, providing more support to mount the tall horse.

after you are successfully mounted atop barbiel, leomord gets on without issue—sitting behind you. the heat of his chest lingering on your back. leomord clutches the reins of the bridle, tugging on it gently caused barbiel to trot lightly, following the path down to the horse stables.

you both sit in silence for the most part, instead, relishing the company of each other. the restoration process of necrokeep was no simple task. there were sacrifices made, lives lost, and hardships met. but in the end you decided it was all worth it.

your father could rest easy, just as leomord could. he would be free of the necrokeep curse, enjoying a life without hardships. modern days were coming and you’d hoped to prepare him for that.

he would no longer serve you. no longer live in the castle. no barbiel. no more leomord. you would soon tell him that you had a proposal for him. one that would urge him to leave completely.

“princess, we’ve arrived.” leomord’s hoarse voice snaps you out your trance. scanning your surroundings and surely, you’ve made it to the stables.

leomord hops off barbiel, opening his arms for you to jump in. you become quite hesitant at first, but still, jumping into his arms with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. he effortlessly holds you, finally letting you gain your composure by placing you on your feet.

as soon as you’ve hit ground level, leomord grabs the reins of barbiel, using it to tie a knot around a tree which restrains barbiel from going anywhere. you wave goodbye to barbiel, following the footsteps of leomord.

leomord keeps his pace slow as he walks—and with a soft voice asks in curiosity, “princess, enlighten me. i want to know your intentions here.” his voice is demanding in favor, though really, curious of your request.

he stops in a secluded area, where the sunset is mainly visible. it’s a perfect spot for the two of you. before sitting, leomord scans the area, looking for any hidden dangers. after being rest assured, he allows you to sit.

you two sit side by side—admiring the sunset. despite the pleasant dialogue being muttered to one another, there is a weighted tension. you’ve saved the response to his question for later. too afraid to spill your true motivation for bringing him here.

“leomord, did you have anything you’d like to change about necrokeep?” you suddenly queried, it startled him. he assumed you brought him here for business matters, but it seems now you’ve brought him here for a genuine conversation.

“princess.. im not entirely sure if i should be answering your question. i do not bare the ability to rule over a country.” he assured you—he was certainly not leader material.

“i want you to answer my question, truthfully, honestly, and calmly. it is no trick question.” you attempt to ease the conversation with a few statements of reassurance. leomord looks very conflicted while looking down at the grass.

“i suppose.. another ruler, aside from you of course.” the answer he gives you is bizarre. he didn’t mean a king, did he? you turn you focus on him as he does the same. it confuses you and causes you to think for a moment.

“another ruler?”

“yes, my queen.”

your father left this kingdom in your hands, bringing any another individual would completely shatter the kingdom, no? how would another ruler.. be trustworthy enough to rule necrokeep?

“i see.. other than that, i have one more request of you.” one more request of the day? leomord didn’t know what to think but he would always comply to any order you gave him. you were his only purpose, as he was the knight to his queen.

“i wish for you to leave necrokeep,” leomord was stunned. his heart ached in his chest, even if the only physical emotion he showed was blank.

“you are no longer needed here. necrokeep is safe,” you stood up as you announced, hands fisted at your sides. leomord remained completely calm, still looking at the grass below him.

“you are no longer a glorified knight. you are no longer under my order.” your eyes became glossier as you spoke. letting go of leomord was about the most inhumane thing you’ve ever done.

you hadn’t not learned of his true feelings towards you, yet you dismissed him as quickly as possible. it was a selfish act of love. you had grown fond over leomord, but not once had you seen an ounce of fondness come from him when he saw you.

you assumed leomord didn’t enjoy the time spent with you—that it was just a job. after the job was done, he would leave peacefully.

“that is my final order.” you didn’t speak in authority like you always did, this time you spoke in hurt and sorrow. leomord was quick to notice it, still keeping quiet under the fading sun.

you bit your lip in anticipation, awaiting any movement from him. your entire body was anxious. how would he respond?

“if that is what you wish. but now, your order means nothing to me.” he coldly states, getting up from his own sitting position. you watch him intently, searching for any signs of emotion.

“just because necrokeep does not seek out protection, that doesn’t determine whether my queen does or does not.” he stands with power—speaks with power.

“in spite of battle, you were my only purpose. it made me realize how much i was fighting, for you. i failed to show you how exactly much you meant to me. my eyes failed to see what love you reciprocated for me,”

“if i had noticed the feelings you had for me, i would have told you to discard me of my rank. that way, the queen and the knight would no longer just be a story, but our reality.” leomord discourse at a great length, your thoughts in a fuzz. leomord had so much on his plate, you hadn’t had a clue what situation he was in, as were you.

“banishing me from necrokeep was your way of pushing me away. but that was no civil way of feeding your dejection.” leomord knew more than he said. he knew just exactly how the cogs in your mind worked. perhaps, serving you for so long uncovered the most venerable parts of your mind.

he truly saw you for who you were. not just as a queen, but someone who had fully earned his heart. he followed your orders up until the end. he stayed by your side in the worst times. and it wasn’t because of his rank—but because he swore his heart to you.

“i wish to stay and be rid of my title.”

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