#But I thought it was more reincarnation things. It wasn't until I was walking in a small town with a lot of crows
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can I get a part two of the water god also do you watch or do the amazing digital circus or murder drones
((Here's part 2 of Yandere! Greek God x Mortal! Darking! And to answer your question, I have seen the amazing digital circus! I do not about murder drones, though. Is it interesting?))
The fates.
It was decided long ago that Ketos was to take a mortal woman as his wife. He was furious at first.
He raged at sea for several days and nights, protesting the fates' decision. It was futile, though. Once something was decided, it was woven into the fabric of one's destiny, permanently bonded together. There was nothing one could do except to accept it.
Ketos couldn't do anything besides his fate. He did contemplate killing every mortal woman by flooding the lands, but it would have been foolish to do so. He didn't want to face the ire of Zeus, who would no doubt come down to smite him if any of his mortal or potential mortal lovers were harmed or killed.
It wasn't until the fates came down and told him the name of his future mortal wife. Things changed when out of his arrogant curiosity, he decided to leave his realm to seek her out. He wanted to see for himself if she was worthy enough to be his wife.
And once he saw her, he did not expect to fall as hard as he did.
She was beautiful, not as beautiful as Aphrodite, but beautiful enough to be his wife. Things he had not imagined before, back when he abhorred the thought of a mortal being his betrothed, hit him and carried him away like the waves crashing against the earth.
He obsessed over her. Watching her from the sea everytime she took a walk along the sandy shore, taking on human forms to stalk her from afar, and even engaging in conversation with her in disguise just to hear what her voice sounds like among other things.
He had completely fallen for her. He decided the next time he saw her, he would come to her as himself and try to court her.
And well, their first meeting did not go as he had planned.
He had thought she would marvel at his magnificence. He was a God, for Zeus's sake! But she looked at him in fear. Distress plagued her beautiful features and he had no clue why. Surely, there was no reason why she would refuse a God like him, was there?
And so began an unique song and dance where he would try to court her, give her gifts, talk to her, all for it to be for naught! She refuses again and again.
And Ketos was starting to become angry...
How dare she refuse his love? She was his! The fates had already confirmed it! Her destiny lies and ends with him!
He grew increasingly impatient until it came bubbling up one day and he snapped.
He was already in a terrible mood after facing so many of her rejections. He saw her dreadful look and grew tired of her pleas as she refused yet again. But this time, he was going to have her one way or another.
He lashed out, making the calm waves rage and the clouds above heavy and gray.
He threatened her with the lives of her family, along with all the other villagers she lived and grew up with. He didn't care about any of them! If it took killing everyone around her for her to be his, he would gladly do it. Even if she died in the process, all he would have to do is go to Hades and pluck her soul out of the Underworld so that she can finally be with him. And if he couldn't, he was a God. He had all the time in the world to wait for you to reincarnate and take you as his wife then.
Luckily, he didn't need to go that far. Though reluctant, she finally agreed to come to him! He was ecstatic. She took his hand and he praised her for choosing him. It didn't matter if she wasn't happy at first. He'll make her see the positive sides to being his betrothed. All his thoughts reverted back to all the things he wanted to do with her...
He would love and cherish her as they will soon be husband and wife.
He was so happy to have her, his lovely wife.
((I think I may do a part 3 that's more of a look into their married life. Hope you enjoyed this one though!))
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I have an idea what if Adam fell in love with the archangel of death Azrael not Lucifer not Michael instead the odd one out Azrael does not look anything like Lucifer or Michael, and before he died and came back to Eden he never really met him  Azrael x Adam
But now when he got killed by nifty and got reincarnated again, and Eden all over again,
Adam was walking around the forest in Eden gain away from Lilith and Lucifer. Then he looked around in the old place. He used to remember getting déjà vu then Adam heard humming he looked around. He walked to the humming he hurt, and there was a man near tree. The tree was a cherry blossom, and the man look like an angel like Michael he was the same height as Michael, but his wings were black for a second. Adam would mistake him as a demon but no, he knows that cloak before and near him was a spear it’s Azrael the archangel of death
Adam stopped in ponder what he should do next he never really talked to Azrael in his past life, but knowing that this is his second chance can do whatever the fuck he wants, and knowing Lucifer took Lilith from him honestly he’s not gonna fight with those fucking bastards can have each other, but if they can have their forbidden love, so can he Adam done, pondering he walked closer to the man
Adam: am Hello ?
Azrael : ua? Human, I didn’t mean to.
Adam: my name is Adam what’s your name you don’t look like who is for Michael? Are you a new angel
Azrael : no well well sure let’s say that I’m Azrael the arcangel of death it’s pleasure to meet you Adam
Adam: the pleasure is all mine Azrael 
Oh! I've actually never seen this ship! That's interesting! And has a lot of potential!
Adam cursed as he tripped because of a low-hanging vine. It had been a month. He couldn't believe that he had died and had been reincarnated back into Eden. The worst thing? Lilith was cheating on him right at this moment with that fuck boy Lucifer.
He grumbled and sighed. He supposed it didn't matter. He was prepared for their bullshit this time around and wasn't not going to be betrayed this time around.
Adam stopped moving around when he heard it. Humming. At first, Adam thought it was Lilith or Lucifer and was going to turn around when he really paid attention to the humming. It was different. The voice was a baritone like Lucifer and it wasn't the soprano that was Lilith. It was a soft tenor.
Curious, Adam walked towards the noise. He came across a clearing overlooking a pond. A figure he immediately recognized as an angel made him flinch. God, he looked just like Michael. In fact, he almost thought that it was Micheal until he noticed the wings. A deep ebony that looked soft to the touch.
He also looked stronger than Micheal if such a thing were possible. He had a dark cloak and black hair, and his eyes were closed as he hummed a song he didn't recognize. It hit him like a brick to the face. Azreal! That's who he was!
If Adam was remembering correctly, he was the angel of death. The same angel, under Michael's orders from God, took every firstborn in Egypt during the time of Moses. The children went to Heaven but Adam remembered being horrified to see so many children standing next to a dark-looking angel holding a scythe.
He never tried talking to him, not that he did before, and he actively avoided Azreal after that.
Now? He looked so...peaceful.
Should he talk to him now? This was his second chance at life. He could do whatever the fucl he wanted.
"Hello?"
The angel jumped up, brandishing his scythe and Adam jumped away. Dammit, this angel was more trigger happy then Micheal!
Azreal seemed to realize that Adam was no threat and he stepped back. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"
Adam watched as the Angel fumbled with his words and looked over him frantically. It was endearing in a way.
"Hey, it's fine. I'm sorry for startling you. Who are you? Look like Micheal but...not?" Adam mentally cringed at his words but he didn't want anyone getting suspicious of his knowledge. He knew WAY more than he should.
"Oh! I'm...Azreal. The Angel of Death." Azreal said, standing up much straighter. Adam smiled. "Adam. A pleasure to meet you."
Azreal blushed a gold color as he saw Adam naked and looked away a bit. Oh, yes. Adam was going to have a lot of fun with this one.
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Right Person, Wrong Letter
Synopsis: Cyno and Traveller came across some letters during an expedition and Al Haitham basically annoyed about the contents of it.
CW: Slight Angst, Death of Characters, Mention of suicide
HC: Reader is gender-neutral, Reader does not have a vision, Al Haitham was King Deshret in the past
Characters: Al Haitham, Kaveh, Nahida, King Deshret, Mentions of Goddess of Flowers, Cyno and Traveller.
Note: Does anyone else know about the reincarnation theory? I think it's pretty intriguing and I am definitely going to use that as a plot point to make angst. It's what the people deserve. I decided to change things up a bit and put in a small description of what's to come. There is a lot of reading in this one, like a slow burn kind of feeling because I love putting lore into reader x character stories. Also this is after Nahida's archon and story quest, so there will be some spoilers. Enjoy.
The current feeling Al Haitham was experiencing was irritation and he was certain it was because of the papers that lay orderly on the table in front of him. It was a series of letters, extracted from one of King Deshret's reserves. They were in envelopes completely sealed with only slight discoloration on the paper. Many would think the contents of these letters would be extraordinary, especially since they were so well preserved, but to Al Haitham's disappointment, it was far from a discovery.
They were love letters and minimal ones at that. One requested a walk alongside the desert city and another insisted to go to the festival held by the Goddess of Flowers for Sumeru's Archon. Al Haitham sighed, looking through each letter carefully. At first, he thought maybe it was a secret code that he needed to decipher, but to his dismay, it was not. Just ordinary love letters, which embarrassingly seemed to be written by the King himself.
"Of course, Cyno would be the one to give me something so useless." He mumbled to himself, recounting the time when Cyno and the Traveller had dropped by his house at 3 in the morning just to hand him the letters. They were lucky he was reading at the time, otherwise, they would have been standing on the front porch until sunrise. However, now he regrets it, realizing he wasted hours of his night on this. He shouldn't have stayed up.
Almost mockingly, Kaveh entered the room, yawning as if he was just woken up from the best sleep known to man. The man yelped, seeing Al Haitham awake sitting on the living room sofa with papers laid out everywhere and a fierce look in his eyes. "You know it wouldn't hurt to make some noise when you're working, I thought you were a criminal." Al Haitham huffed, not bothered to retort at the moment. This intrigued Kaveh, who decided to prod more.
"What got you so grumpy on such a lovely day?" He asked, walking towards the papers to take a peak. Al Haitham leaned back in his chair with another huff. "Letters found in of one King Deshret's reserves. I made the mistake of thinking it might be useful." Kaveh picked one up, reading the texts and irking an eyebrow. "And you're certain it's his?"
Al Haitham gave Kaveh an annoyed glare. "Of course, the handwriting matches almost all his other official documents." Kaveh hummed, a confused look on his face, he turned the paper around, trying to look for something. Now it was Al Haitham's turn to raise an eyebrow. "What?"
"Is there no indication as to who it was written for?" Al Haitham sat up a bit. "What?" "Well, the letters had to be written for someone, but looking at it, it seems he never sent out these letters. Not only that, he wrote a bunch of them, no signs they were opened until now." Kaveh wasn't wrong, there was no sign of an address or the recipient addressed onto the letters.
Kaveh put down the letter, stretching himself before making his way to the kitchen. "What a shame, poor guy never got to tell that person how he felt. " The irritated feeling in Al Haitham's chest began to grow and for once his usual poker face was gifted with a frown.
He didn't like not knowing something.
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Al Haitham didn't know what he was achieving by doing this. Requesting an audience with the archon just to find out about a lost king's love life? It sounded embarrassing even to say. However he needed to scratch the itch that was in his brain, he needed to know why King Deshret had never sent out these letters. Or even if he did send one, where he could find a reply to the letter. Al Haitham didn't like doing useless things, but at the same time, he disliked not knowing something in its entirety.
Nahida had greeted him, to which he responded with a bow. After giving a detailed summary of the situation, he held out the letters to Nahida. She took them, awing at the number of letters. "Wow, that's quite a lot." He nodded. "Yeah, I'm certain he must have at least sent one. Maybe he even got a response. But I cannot find anything else."
"Have you asked the people who gave you the letters in the first place whether there was anymore?" Al Haitham nodded. He requested the Traveller to once more check the ruins for any signs of letters which the Traveller kindly obliged to. However, there was nothing it seemed. Al Haitham didn't like that outcome.
Nahida nodded, also intrigued. "I do not remember anything of that sort, but I can check the Iriminsul tree's records to see if there is anything related to this." She said, gesturing to the overflowing of letters in her hand. "I would appreciate that."
Al Haitham stood to a side waiting with crossed arms. It only took a couple of minutes but Al Haitham could feel his patience wearing out. Why was he so obsessed with finding out? He wasn't sure and somehow that irked him more. He wanted to just get this over with.
"Found something." Al Haitham could feel his entire body react, alerting himself to carefully listen to the results. Nahida displayed a glimpse of a memory, it almost looked like a puppet show. She began to speak as the memory played out. "King Dhesret had sent multiple letters over his lifetime so it was a bit difficult to go through, but there was one particular instance where he went to deliver a letter. This was the only record that stood out to me."
The puppet show depicted King Dhesret, making his way through the desert until he reached a city, extending his hand with a letter in it to an individual. The individual did not have any distinguishing features, and before anything else could happen the memory faded into Nahida's palm. Nahida extended her hand, which Al Haitham accepted.
She placed a little orb in his palm before backing away. "I found records of the location. I put it into that form so it's easier for you to access. You might find the letter there." Al Haitham looked down at his hand, before gripping the orb tightly between his fingers and palm. "I'm thankful for your assistance my archon."
Nahida smiled at him. "I hope you find what you are looking for. Good luck."
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It was no surprise the location was that of an abandoned city in the desert. Houses were broken down and sand piled inside, the definition of a ghost town. Al Haitham frowned, it would have been annoying if thieves had come around and taken any records here. He just hoped that the letter wasn't valuable enough to be taken.
He followed the instructions displayed by the orb, following into a small brick house, almost the same as any of the other houses. He looked around. It was a pretty humble house, maybe a family of three could have lived here in the past. He was certain the place was given to the ancestors to the individual who received the letter because even when the house was abandoned, it looked like it was lived in pretty well.
Children's drawings were scattered on the walls. There were marble sets and broken game pieces in the sand. Three beds with no mattress and chair pieces were broken and scattered around the place. A hearth in the center of the room was covered in soot due to the number of times it had been used.
However no sign of where a letter could be placed. There were no cupboards or chests around intact. No scrolls or hidden compartments he could see. "This whole trip has been a waste of my time." Al Haitham grumbled to himself. The usual him would have just made his way out, but to his surprise, he began to dig. He dug out corners, near the hearth, beside the games. There must have been something. He didn't want this stupid trip to be a waste.
He finally dug beneath one of the bed frames, which lead to the discovery of a box. A small tin box that was used to hold cookies or treats for children. Al Haitham sat down on the sand, opening the tin to see what was inside.
He found a letter. The name written on the front seemed familiar to him, almost on the tip of his tongue, but it wasn't a name found in any of his research. He took out the letter, gently opening it, trying not to damage the envelope. He could tell the letter was taken care of and he didn't want to deal with any of the scholars lecturing him for damaging historical documents.
The letter inside had seen better days. It was discolored and wrinkled. It was as if someone had crumpled the paper and then tried to straighten it out. The fold between the pages was forming tears and the paper was warped. Al Haitham tried his best to gently open it to read its contents.
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"My dear friend,
I apologize for the sudden letter, I couldn't bare to tell you this by myself so I hope you will forgive me someday.
I cannot spare you any details of what is going on, but I want to inform you that I will no longer be present in the world by the time you opened and read this letter.
I have done something that caused the lives of my friends and my citizens and I need to make things right.
Thank you for everything you have done for me and I hope you live a happy life with your family.
Your friend,
Deshret."
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It was a suicide note. Contrasting to any of the letters he had written, this wasn't a love letter. King Dhesret wrote a final letter to this person as a friend, completely hiding away the fact he was ever in love with them.
Al Haitham wondered what he was feeling right now. Rage? Disappointment? He wasn't sure, but either way, he had to drop the letter on the ground before he decided it needed to be ripped apart.
He couldn't believe he had spent almost an entire two days trying to uncover this, only to find out the letter that the king had ever sent was a suicide note to the so-called person he loved. At this point, he decided he was done. Gathering the letter back into its box, he began to make his way back home.
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The last thing he needed to do was get rid of the letters, meaning give them to the Akademiya Archives for safekeeping. He was satisfied, finally being able to get rid of these letters.
He made his way into the library and saw someone near the desk, head down, reading papers scattered around. You were so distracted with what you were reading you didn't even see him enter and hover over you.
A slight cough made you jolt, making you look up at Al Haitham. He had a poker face on and you could feel your face brighten up. You were not prepared to take off the current acting grand sage. You began to speak, trying not to jumble your words.
"OH! Sir! How can I assist you?" You laugh sheepishly, trying to hide your sudden shyness. He placed the letters on the desk without acknowledging your awkwardness. "We found some records written by King Dhesret. I do not think it's important but the Akademiya would say otherwise." You awe at the letters. You quickly put away the research papers you were reading and began to open the letters one by one, displaying them on your desk.
"Oh my! They are love letters!" You could feel yourself blush, you wondered if King Dhesret might have been rolling in his grave knowing these would be permanently displayed in Sumeru's history after this. "If that is all you need I'll be on my way." Al Haitham began to turn around. "Oh no please wait!" Al Haitham turned back and you felt yourself shrink as he scowled at you.
"I'm sorry but, I will still need you around. Since you're the one who brought these in I will need to ask questions to prepare the article when presenting these in the archives. A description of what they were and what was discovered from them. I'll try my best to make it quick." You wondered if you had spoken so fast ever in your life. However, you knew Al Haitham was not a patient man when he had to do things he deemed unimportant.
Al Haitham on the other end was tired. He had not slept properly in days trying to piece why the letters were irritating him so much. Even after discovering the final letter, he still felt like he had failed a mission. He wanted to get rid of the letters and get over it but instead, he sighed, dragging a chair near to your desk and sitting across from you. He watched your face of worry turned into a smile.
As he sat closer to you, his eyes caught on the nameplate on your desk. Your name matched the name of the person King Dhesret had sent the letter. No wonder he thought it sounded familiar.
"Is something wrong Acting Grand Sage?" You ask. Al Haitham shook his head. "No. Also, don't call me that. Al Haitham is fine." He crossed his arms and you responded with a meek nod, before going back into the letters.
"Right, so let me ask some questions. Any noticeable things you discovered when researching these letters?" Al Haitham shook his head once more, he felt like he would end up doing this the entire talk. "No, only the fact that King Dhesret might have been a coward it seems." You note everything he said down.
As he continued to shake his head and answer your questions, he watched your eyebrows furrow, almost in frustration. He looked amused, wondering if he was pissing you off. You finally broke, when Al Haitham decided to diss the King once more.
"I'm sorry if I might be going out of the line here, but, do you perhaps think this discovery was a waste of time?" Al Haitham scoffed, he usually kept a poker face, barely showing any emotion in his words, but he couldn't keep up appearances when he was this tired. However, it didn't change his honesty. "Yes." "Can you elaborate on why?"
Al Haitham raised an eyebrow. "The letters don't provide much for the history-" You cut him off, which did surprise him a bit. "I beg to differ. The letters themselves don't help the general history of his rule as the King of the desert, but it does give insight into him as a person."
Al Haitham wanted to say something, but you continued to speak and for once, Al Haitham wanted to listen. "For starters, all these letters are considered love letters but the requests he suggests are so, simple, almost as if he was trying not to make it obvious. It's clear to us since he never made requests like this via letter before. He was known for being confident and rebellious. But the person writing these letters was too shy to say it out loud." You point out certain lines in the letters.
"Next, almost everyone was certain he was only enamored by the Goddess of flowers, especially since they ruled together. But then we see the letters, addressing someone who isn't her. Some of the letters even suggest that she might have encouraged him to write it out. Such as the flower petals and their imprints you can see on some of the letters. " Al Haitham watched you trace over the patterns on the letter. He assumed they were just slight discoloration, but closely looking into them he could see the flower petals of a padisarah flower carefully imprinting the letter.
"Finally, how well the letters were preserved. Something must have held him back from sending them, but it seemed that he always planned on sending them at one point. He could have easily thrown or torn these apart, but something about these letters was important to him. It expressed something that he wanted to say so badly but something prevented him from saying it." He watched as you pulled out the letter King Dhesret actually had the courage to send.
He watched as you gently opened it, a slight smile falling on your face. You catch yourself before turning a shade of red. "Sorry, I just noticed how our names matched, it almost felt like King Dhesret sent this letter to me." You giggled and Al Haitham frowned, the thought kind of annoyed him.
You cough, noticing his frown, shifting your eyes away back to the letter. "Anyway, this letter proves why he never sent the rest. The recipient had a family. Maybe he was too late, or maybe they didn't have a choice but to start one. This was during a time forbidden knowledge was affecting the citizens. They both couldn't make time for each other because of it, leading them to live different lives."
Al Haitham watched you look down at the letter, a bittersweet smile on your face. He didn't enjoy how that looked on your face. You began to speak once more. "Are you familiar with the term 'Right person, wrong time'? It's a pretty common trope in romance novels." "I don't read romance novels." You let out a light laugh and Al Haitham had to catch himself from thinking that the laugh suited you more than the sad smile on your face.
"Of course you wouldn't, I am not surprised. However, I think this is a clear example of it. It's very clear that the recipient cared for him to such an extent." Al Haitham cocked his head to a side, a gesture implying 'Why do you think so?'. You continued. "The state of this letter pretty much shows it. First, it was crumpled, probably out of anger. But then it was straightened out carefully and placed into the envelope. You could also see how much it was folded, almost as if they kept it around and opened it constantly over time. The warped paper also indicates that it had got wet, probably from tears."
Al Haitham watched as you carefully point out all of it. He wondered why he felt so jealous of a stupid letter, the way you held it so gently, almost as if the letter was written for you. He hated it.
"They probably felt the same way or something similar. Too bad he never sent the rest. Something could have happened if he did." You sighed, folding the letter gently before placing it back in its envelope.
You finally caught yourself, realizing how much you had been rambling at the time. You felt yourself turn red once more. "But you already knew about all this! I'm so sorry for going on a tangent!" You mumble out, trying to hide your embarrassment.
Al Haitham sighed, making you feel like you were hit in the face by a bat. The grand sage was known for being ruthless and you didn't want to be on his bad side. Imagine your surprise when he finally decided to speak up. "No, it's fine. I suppose I was not thinking thoroughly. I apologize for downplaying this discovery." You blink in shock.
Al Haitham stood up. "I suppose we are done now?" You nod, tongue-tied and unsure how to respond. "Then I'll be on my way. Thank you for taking care of that." He began to turn and make his way to the door. He stopped near the entrance, turning once more to face you, who still haven't taken your eyes off him. "I might come around another time. It seems your insight into certain topics has intrigued me." With that, he made his way out of the door.
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On the way out, he met Nahida, who set at the railings of the stairs, looking out at the view. He didn't know why, but he made his way toward her.
"Did you find what you needed?" She asked, acknowledging him approaching her. "It seems so."
"Are you satisfied?" He thought about it. "No not really. I still think he was a coward. " Nahida let out a laugh.
"Do you want to change that?" Al Haitham raised an eyebrow, confused about what that could mean. "I'm sorry my archon, I don't seem to understand."
"If perhaps you were King Dhesret, would you want to change how it ended?" She asked, rephrasing her question. Al Haitham still didn't understand what she could be implying but decided to answer anyway. " I would be nothing like him."
Nahida hummed in approval. "I see I see. I wish you good luck then." She looked at him and smiled. She dropped down next to him and waved him goodbye. Al Haitham gave a bow, before watching her enter the Akademiya Archives, where you were currently working.
Maybe it was the sleep deprivation but he thought about how happy you looked when you saw the letter had your name and how much it irritated him. Al Haitham didn't know why, but he felt like writing a letter. He shook his head, making his way back to his house.
He just hoped whatever he did write didn't end up in the archives in the future. Especially since he planned on inviting you out very soon. He picked out some flowers on the way, hoping you would like them. It seems like he wasn't going to get any sleep anytime soon.
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There's a week until your birthday and how fast has time passed since you were reborn. As you sat in your room writing a letter to Freminet, you couldn't help yourself from looking at the raindrops falling down the window's glass. You two had been exchanging a lot of letters daily, talking about the most random stuff such as the weather or what you should do at the festival. In your last letter, you asked for advice from Freminet when it came to asking for stuff. You didn't want to be greedy on your request to go out.
‘Maybe you should talk to her in a nice way. I also do not like asking for stuff so I try to be nice to my mom and help her with things Clorinde is your older sister so she must take you there.’
His letters often came with a few grammar errors or punctuation ones. He was still learning how to write despite being already eight, which isn't surprising since he didn't have much education like you, who were being raised in the Temple; and Freminet… Well, Freminet told you once he had never written a letter before writing to you. Though, it never bothered you. Being able to exchange letters has been one of the best things of your reincarnation.
After making sure his letter had been replied, you put it in a box to send it tomorrow. Now your care would go to “Furina”. Just a blue ribbon would've been enough to make the mechanical puppy look cute, yet you insisted on painting blue eyes in it. "Furina" was a bit rusty, perhaps a consequence of being in Freminet's pocket when he dived in to save you. It wasn't that bad, but the movements weren't working as they should.
Tic tac, tic tac.
Your attention went to the old wall clock. Normally, Sister Dora would ask you to bring towels or some water for Clorinde. It wasn't that she neglected her own needs, but it was good to have someone to help her if she needed anything. Clorinde takes her training very seriously, even practicing during storms. And since Sister Dora isn't here, which meant you were in charge of doing it by yourself.
“Should I get her water? It's raining outside though… Do people need to hydrate when they're in the rain?”
“Oh, I should be going now.” You took a towel from the closet and an umbrella for yourself and possibly Clorinde.
You fixed your uniform for the last time before opening the door, being met with the monochromatic white hallway. The same dreadful silence adorned the lonely atmosphere, which you were already used to.
Walking through the corridors, you made sure to take a different route just so as to not go through that damned statue. It still gave goosebumps every time you saw it.
The clicking sound of footsteps was all that could be heard. Why was it always so quiet whenever you were the one walking around? You were sure people were really active because you could hear voices from inside your room the whole day.
You stopped in front of the door that led to the training grounds, where Clorinde was. It was a big wooden door with two door latches, one near the ground and other a bit too high for you to reach. As a solution, you took the umbrella you brought and tried to unlock the latch with its pointed part.
And that was when the access to the outside was freed, coming with a cold breeze making you shiver. It was raining slightly more than you initially thought; and in the middle of the grounds you saw her.
The sight of Clorinde standing there with a sword — a metallic one this time, much different from the little wooden sword she carried when you first met her — made you pause on your tracks. She looked so cool like that, just like the heroes on book pages.
“I wanted to be cool like that,” you whispered absentmindedly, just repeating something you had the sensation of having or not said once.
“You know I can see you, right?” Clorinde forced her voice a bit louder so you would hear it.
For a second you had forgotten your original purpose. You left the towels on a dry place, opened your umbrella and went to where she was standing, getting your boots dirty with the muddy water.
“I brought two towels for you. Sister Dora says you shouldn't train in the rain or you'll get sick!” You tried to scold her, with a pout on your lips.
“I won't get sick and you know that.” She took your hands and placed the umbrella in a way it would cover you more as the wind carried the raindrops. “You should go back inside. We wouldn't want you sick on your birthday, would we?”
She walked away, without talking or doing much. Clorinde took one of the towels and went back inside, leaving you there in the rain.
Nighttime finally set in. Your boredom these last few days has been killing you. There wasn't anything to do after completing your daily chores and Freminet only visits once a week.
Clorinde was at the desk, writing something with the help of light that came from the candles. Things between you and Clorinde had been a bit… difficult recently. She has been off training more often and you barely see her during the day. The only time you both stay together is during the night as you both share the same room.
Her gaze was focused while writing, with softer eyes and lips curved slightly upwards. Clorinde seemed more relaxed than usual, even more than when she's with you. And it only added to your initial curiosity, so you decided to take a peek at what she wrote.
From your bed, it was possible to take a peek at what she was writing. Not much, but you could understand a few words. But a particular name in the beginning of the letter made you even more curious.
“Hm… Who’s ‘Navia’?” you questioned her by pointing to the name of the addressee.
Clorinde's eyes widened as she rushed to put an arm on top of the letter before you could glimpse the actual contents. “[Name], you can't just come unnoticed and read someone's stuff. It's uneducated.”
Her scolding made your small grin drop. It had been some time ever since you two last smiled with each other.
“I want you to spend time with you. Being alone is sooo boring!” you put your hands together as if begging for Clorinde to stop what she was doing for a second.
“Can't you just stay with Sister Dora or—”
“She’s traveling, again. You know that.” You took “Furina” from the desk and fidgeted with it as boredom kept devouring your happiness. The only audible sound in the room was that of mechanical parts clicking.
The two of you weren't spending much time together lately, and it has been bothersome because Clorinde wouldn't engage in any conversation or activity with you. Drawing with her? Too childish, she stopped doing it when you were around four; playing with toys? You barely had any, and she was fifteen so the chance of her accepting was too low.
You had definitely gotten attached to her, and the thought of not being able to stay close to her was surely torturing.
“She must have gone to Mondstadt, maybe she'll bring you trinkets.” Clorinde answered as her gaze went to you, or maybe to “Furina” in your hands. “Again… Where exactly did you get it from?”
“My friend Freminet. He's my friend, a good friend… a friend who spends time with me if you want to know…”
Clorinde sighed and crossed her arms. There was no way she would be able to deny being neglectful to your needs nowadays, yet she couldn't do much with how busy her agenda became. She had three years before turning eighteen, her childhood ended years ago and now Clorinde had to work hard on her future.
“Are you mad because I'm not spending time with you?”
“I'm not mad but it feels… lonely.”
It felt selfish, and maybe it really was. You couldn't trap Clorinde by your side forever, she was turning into an adult soon and you'll still be a child while it happens. For some reason, as you thought about it, your throat started aching as if there was something inside it. But you tried to brush it away.
“I don't… I don't want to leave you alone, and you know that.” Clorinde cut the silence by stating that. She seemed genuine in her words.
“But you're going to, anyway.”
Clorinde placed her pen down and turned around, so as to not face your eyes. It hurt remembering the old days of playing with her as she was still a child, when she used to carry you around like a bag and how Sister Dora had to teach her the way to hold a toddler properly.
‘If only I could tell her the truth… would things be any different?’ You couldn't reveal the fact you've actually reincarnated and that you're a teenager on the inside, just like her. Clorinde's exactly the same age you were before being executed, and soon she'll be even older than that. ‘I’ve seen this kid growing to be honest—’
You coughed before looking at her again. She seemed to have something on her mind, thoughtfully in silence.
“So let's do like this… what do you think about spending your birthday with me this year.” She put a hand over your head and gave you a pat.
“Spending time with me…” You thought about it for a second before it just clicked in your mind: ‘This is the perfect timing.’
And so, you gathered all the courage inside to finally tell her what you've been intending to say for the past few days. And with sad puppy eyes and clasped hands, you begged her. It was a trick you learned because whenever you did it, Clorinde and Sister Dora let you eat chocolate, and it worked with anything else.
It was the perfect time to use your privilege of being a child. You never asked her for anything much now that you think about it, so it might work.
“Then please take me to the Fontinalia Festival on my birthday! Please, please!”
“As in a birthday gift?” Clorinde crossed her arms and thought for a few seconds before nodding her head. “I… I would have to try to get permission and…”
‘I would have to speak with the administration… but I'm still underage so they probably won't let me take [Name] out.’ Clorinde’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a hug attack.
[Name] excitedly jumped on her, giving Clorinde a tight hug. It wasn't enough to make her fall from the chair, but strong enough to surprise Clorinde.
“Please talk to them! Please, please, please!”
[Name]’s eyes had a glow to them, a glow of excitement. It was now obvious to Clorinde how much they wanted to get out of the Temple for a day. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to try? It wouldn't hurt to, she already has ‘no’ as an answer so why not try for a yes?
“I'll try.”
“Yay! Big sister Clorinde is the best!” You laughed sweetly while hugging her even tighter. You were going out! You were finally going outside to the world!
A few seconds later, you coughed once more. But this time... It was water, again. And so your doubts started arising.
The Temple hall's peacefulness was clearly one of its many charms. Clorinde often found herself strolling around them aimlessly, going wherever her feet could reach. She finds herself stopping in front of the Hydro Archon's statue a few times, admiring the details put in such work of art.
Today was supposed to be one of these days. However, she was called by the Temple's administrator and planned to ask to take [Name] to the center of the city.
Her heels’ clacking sound stopped as soon as she paused in front of a large dark wood door. Clorinde has come to this place many times before and still got a bit nervous every single one of them.
With a hint of hesitation, Clorinde knocked twice on the door. The noise echoed along the corridor in a ghostly way, making her take a little glance behind her while waiting for permission to enter the room.
“Come inside,” an old voice commanded. It was a bit raspy, but seemingly amicable.
Clorinde grabbed the doorknobs before pushing it, revealing the fancy yet old-fashioned office. In the center, the mosaic window created a gleaming light bright enough to blind her, and so she shifted her eyes to the one seated in the middle desk: the Temple's administrator himself.
He was a middle aged man whose blonde hair was starting to get gray. He sat behind his desk, surrounded by documents and thick books. “Good afternoon, Clorinde.”
It's not like Clorinde and him were on bad terms. It's quite the opposite, he was kind and respectful of every single person who worked inside the building; and that was a problem since Clorinde is not affiliated with the Temple, any of the two remaining ones.
Next to the bookshelves, stood a tall figure Clorinde couldn't recognize. A man who was using a cane to support himself while analyzing the thousands of titles on those shelves.
“We have an important visitor with us today,” the old man laughed before extending a hand in the others direction. “It would be an honor to introduce you to our Iudex, Monsieur Neuvillette.”
Clorinde's eyes widened slightly, she was caught by surprise. The Chief Justice was in front of her, after all.
As the Iudex’s eyes met Clorinde's, she couldn't help but feel extremely nervous. This wasn't a normal meeting, there was surely something behind it. The Iudex was known as an extremely busy man, so what was the motive behind his visit?
For now, however, only the walls would hear what was discussed in that office.
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin platonic#fontaine#genshin fontaine#genshin x gender neutral reader#clorinde x reader#clorinde#neuvillette#x reader
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Modern Reincarnation AU Part 4 ✨️
Part 3
"John?"
Bucky storms past Jack into the townhouse. It's rude, but he'll apologize later. He doesn't know why he came here instead of his apartment. Old habits dying a hard drawn out death, maybe? He hadn't been thinking clearly. Hadn't been thinking at all really until he found himself waved through by his father's security detail.
"Oh, is that John?" He hears his father call out, dress shoes clicking against hardwood as he walks closer, but Bucky stomps up the stairs towards his room before he sees the man. His breaths come out in rushes as tears keep burning his eyes.
Shit, he thought he'd gotten those under control on the train.
Slamming his door, he slides down until he rests against the floor. He tosses his bag to the side wincing at the sound it makes. Hopefully his laptop survives. At some point he does actually have to do the work he went to the library to finish.
The library.
Buck and Curt.
They wouldn't, Bucky tells himself. They wouldn't. Curt was one of his best friends, and Buck loved him. They...
Fuck they were roommates! Why the hell were they talking about that shit in public? In the place Bucky considered his? Why even pretend? Why drag Bucky into this? Why?!
Bucky buries his face into his hands. His chest hitches as he tries not to sob. He doesn't want his father or Jack to worry about him. He doesn't want to talk this through.
He wants...
He wants Buck. He wants the other to pull him into his arms. To kiss him again as if today had never happened. There was something else about being with Buck, something he'd never felt with anyone else be they friend or lover. He made Bucky feel safe and wanted. Wanted not because of his family and connections but because he was himself.
Buck would know how to make him feel better.
He laughs quietly through his tears. Distantly, he can hear Jack briefing his father downstairs, the words faint but he hears his name and tears used together. His laughter is more sob than anything else. Of course, the one good thing he'd found would end up belonging to someone else. Story of his life.
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There's too much work to do. At least that's the excuse Bucky gave himself for not confronting Buck and Curt immediately. There wasn't time for a confrontation and subsequent blowup of his life.
At least that's the lie he tells himself.
Bucky chews on the straw of his iced coffee as he skims yet another chapter. There's a pumpkin muffin in front of him that he swore would be his reward for getting through this fourty page reading. Midterms have come and gone, but Bucky still has deadlines to meet and research to complete. He can't sit in his room forever, as much as his father and Jack would sometimes prefer that. Better protection from whatever sent Bucky crying to his room as his father would argue. Better protection for his father's political career Jack would quip.
Speaking of protection, Bucky glanced to the side of the cafe towards his security detail. At least these guys attempted to blend in. His father must have briefed them on his track record with previous details. Bucky smirked around his straw. They'd be easy to lose come rush hour. A bit of fun even.
Bucky turned back to his reading, squinting down at the words.
"American airmen during World War II had a dismal life expectancy. It was not a matter of if an airman was going to be shot down but when. Once downed, airmen faced an uncertain 'reception committee,' as Second Lieutenant Kenneth C. Reimer noted in a drawing he made as a POW in Stalag Luft I in Barth, Germany... 'for every [ground combat] soldier killed in action, three or four others would be wounded; air combat was completely the opposite. For every man wounded, three were killed.'"
"Bucky?" A hand settles on his shoulder jolting him out of his reading.
Bucky kept his shoulders loose as he turns around. Buck stares down at him, a bright smile on his face that Bucky can't help but match despite his grief. It wasn't even something he could control. Buck smiled at him, so he smiled back. Bucky felt pitiful.
Buck's sky blue eyes are clear and happy as they dart across Bucky's face. There's no sign that he realizes Bucky overheard him yesterday.
Bucky lifts a hand to calm his detail, all alert now after Buck's friendly greeting. He sees the nearest agent settle back into their chair but knows none of them are relaxed. He darts a look up at Buck, peering at the other through his glasses to see if he'd noticed the disturbance.
Buck's gaze, as it always does, doesn't leave Bucky's face. Even when he rounds the table to sit down, his eyes are pinned on Bucky and nothing else.
"Sorry I couldn't meet up yesterday," Buck dumps his bag onto the chair next to him. Bucky's smile twitches. Buck sits down across from him. His legs tangle with Buck's own under the table, Buck's foot gently bumping his ankle.
"It's fine," Bucky chomps down on his straw. "How was your advisor meeting anyway?"
"It was good," Buck smiles at him, not even a hint of guilt on his face. "Real good."
Buck had told Bucky he was called to fill in a shift yesterday and that was why he supposedly hadn't been able to meet up. A lie Buck hadn't even bothered to remember. His advisor meetings were also always in the morning on Thursdays. Today was Tuesday.
Buck was still lying to him, and he wasn't even guilty about it.
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"I went by your place yesterday. You weren't home." Buck swings their clasped hands through the air.
"Hmm?" Bucky glanced away from the traffic around them. His detail were staying a conspicuous ten feet back, but they were annoyingly keen when Buck offered to walk him back to his apartment.
Bucky would lose them another day.
Buck laughed, deep and airy. Bucky struggled not to lose himself in it. That was what made this so hard. Bucky still loved Buck, and Buck still acted like Bucky was his whole world and then some.
"Oh," Bucky finally processed what Buck had said. "No, I went to my dad's for the night."
"Really?" Buck squeezes his hand. Bucky hates how much comfort Buck's touch gives him.
Does Curt receive the same...? No Bucky doesn't let himself finish the thought.
"How was it?" Concern bleeds into Buck's voice. Bucky hates how genuine it sounds. He's starting to use that word more than any other. The longer he looks at Buck, the more he has to hate to save his heart.
"Fine," Bucky shrugged stepping further away as they came to a stoplight. "The usual."
"The Bucky I know wouldn't give such a short answer," Buck stepped closer eating up the space Bucky had put between them. "Not unless something happened yesterday. Come on, you okay?"
Bucky felt the words bubbling up his throat.
I saw you. I saw him. Why are you here staring at me like I'm the most important thing in the world when you have him? Why are you doing this to me? I love you. I love you so much it feels like my soul hurts. I hate you.
"Spent most of the night avoiding his staffers." Bucky lied. "Barely saw him, Jack either, yet he still asked me to move home at breakfast."
Buck nods, accepting his lies. Was that what they were now? Not a relationship, simply a lie? Bucky wasn't sure anymore. His heart thumped against his rib cage, anger and love in every other beat, but he wasn't sure which would win.
Buck had become his whole world in such a short amount of time. He thought the feeling was mutual, but yesterday showed just how stupid Bucky really was.
"How about this," Buck nudged his hip. "Why don't I stay over tonight? We'll binge a few movies, order something, and have night in. Then,"
Buck paused with a stupid grin that, despite himself, Bucky still found charming. Fuck, he was truly pathetic for this.
"I'll sweep you off your feet and take you to bed. How does that sound?"
"Won't Curt be expecting you?" The question pops out of him without meaning to. Gale furrows his brow, confusion growing in his eyes.
"Curt won't miss me tonight."
Sure, he won't, Bucky thinks bitterly.
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"John," Jack's voice was a surprise. Especially considering it was his father's number calling him.
"You've gotten much better at your Jack impression," Bucky answers just to be annoying. "Does he know you impersonate him on official numbers?"
"You're not as funny as you believe."
"Ooh, you even have his disapproving tone down. I feel like he's in the room with us!" Bucky laughs. He peers around the corner. Buck's still where he left him, buried in his phone texting someone.
Bucky doesn't let himself think about who that person is.
"Your father wants to invite you to a dinner tomorrow. You can even bring that boy that walked you home. The one that hasn't left." Pages flip in the background as Jack talks. Probably governmental reports his father was supposed to read.
"You know you're not his chief of staff anymore?" Bucky leaned his hip against the counter. "You don't have to read reports or wrangle his kid to government dinners to help his image as a family man. You're his husband now, you're the family."
"You're my kid too by that logic, so wrangling you gets to stay on my resume." Bucky snorts out a laugh. "Besides, it's not a state dinner or anything. He just wants to see you."
Guilt gnaws at his heart. Buck pokes his head into the kitchen, phone no longer holding all of his attention.
"Fine," Bucky groans. "But if he brings up the apartment again, I'm walking out with my food on my plate even if it's the good plates."
"See you tomorrow at 7 then. Bring your boy." Jack hangs up without a goodbye.
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It'll be me, and it'll be you, Buck.
Don't count on it.
Bucky jerks awake. His dream flashes through his head too fast for him to remember anything. Scenes superimpose over each other, words jumble together. At least this one wasn't a nightmare. Those always left him shakey and off balance all day.
His dreams have always been vivid, ever since he was a kid. The child psychologists he'd gone to had said it was normal and simply a sign of a well developed imagination.
Bucky runs a hand through his hair groaning when he glances towards his bedside clock. It's nearly an hour until he has to get up, but he knows that he won't be getting back to sleep before then.
Buck lays curled up next to him on the bed. Bucky reaches out to brush a hand through the other's hair. Buck twitches leaning into the feeling for half a second but doesn't stir beyond that.
Bucky sighs. Extricating himself from Buck's long limbs takes time. Somehow in the night, Buck had nearly fused them together as if even asleep the man refused to let him go. Arms layered over arms. Legs tangled together. It's an excellent distraction from his dreams but not from the problems of the waking world. If only he could forget those once he woke up like he did his dreams.
It's only when he's pouring water for his coffee that he realizes he recognizes the voice from his dream. A first for him.
It'd been Buck's.
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(Not a confrontation I know, but it builds my AU lol)
#i know i already used that picture of austin for part 3 but that pic for some reason is so Modern Buck who can't take his eyes off Bucky#buck for me in this au is a touch obsessive because he's lost bucky once in their old life and now he has a chance again#but that chance is being strained because bucky doesn't remember him or their past life resulting in Buck lying to himself and bucky#one of the things i want to focus on in this au is how traumatizing reliving and remembering these memories can be as well as how alienatin#buck certainly has his own trauma and part of his journey is learning to let go and understand the difference between the past and present#shit i need to go work on stalag arc but also i got blessed by some muse for this au and who am i to doubt the will of a muse?#oh also i actually do have this whole backstory for Bucky as well as who his father is his importance and why Jack Kidd is in his house#if anyone wants to guess he is someone we see in MOTA and its a really popular Jack ship lol#the quote Bucky is reading is from an actual book called Terror Flyers by Kevin T Hall#I've personally only read portions of it for a class i took but its an interesting read from the bits I remember and skimmed for this#mota#masters of the air#buck x bucky#john bucky egan#clegan#gale buck cleven#bucky egan#buck cleven#john egan#gale cleven#buckbucky
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N. KENTO ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ 𝑨 𝑵 𝑮 𝑺 𝑻— “Your blood is what paints the canvas of my life and I wished it stopped coloring it once more”
WARNING: immortal!Nanami x mortal!reader Angst Angst Angst, major character death, use of Y/N, loosely inspired by ORV and Heaven's official blessing so you know you're in for a ride.
Nanami Kento, he felt so familiar but was a stranger still.
You don't know exactly where you've seen or met him especially as you've only recently became a sorcerer, though one thing was for certain at least in the midst of confusion, Kento was fond of you.
He never fails to make sure that you had been at the best state possible, whenever you two were assigned with the same missions, he always made sure to take the harder tasks and leaving the easier ones to you despite being quite capable yourself— it was as if he was preventing something by doing so.
Recently, you've caught up on how Kento basically puts himself in the face of danger as long as it meant you faced the light at the end of the tunnel that you were sure you've walked through a thousand times but you just couldn't remember exactly why.
This time. Kento could not afford putting you first before anything, your students were in equal danger as the two of you. The growing dangers brought by these curses had been growing immensely ever since you could remember but this time it was a big deal as they were now threatening an entire city populace, it wasn't something worth slipping out on, no weakness should be shown nor mercy.
"I'll take the route to the subway... you go towards where it's safe—" Kento was ordering you around again, it wasn't like you hated him for caring but he's doing this a bit too much.
"Ken, we're partners for a reason... I can't leave your side" you protested.
He stood tall, his height looming everything in sight but not the brightness of your soul that he had seen for years, the same soul he has been guarding and saving every single time— but always failing to do so.
He could still remember the time he made a deal with whatever being it was, it was all the way back to the ancient times where he had to strike a deal to get an easy ticket to heaven after being in limbo for centuries and the mission he had to do for this to come true was to lead you to a more peaceful life and death. Though there was a catch.
If he fails to do this mission in a certain life time he had to do it again to your reincarnation and this cycle continues until he manages to make his end of the deal, whilst he does so, he gets to live again and completely indestructible— an immortal. And his way of leading you to this peaceful life and end was all up to him to find out.
At first, it was only a job for him to finally find peace on the other side until he slowly fell for how your soul stayed the same no matter how much you've been through, how sweet and compassionate you still managed to be despite all the things you've gone to. The being he made a deal with never gave him any other rules so he slowly managed to always interfere with your life whilst he tried to lead you to a gentle life and a tireless end, one time he even got to call you his.
It was weird at first, he had watched you grow yet no matter what he does you always ended up the same as your other lifetimes. What he fell for however was your soul itself, he couldn't technically pinpoint how old it is exactly but examining how gentle it was and how serene it felt, he thought that it was even probably older than his.
Seeing how he failed to save you every single lifetime tore him apart, it was like years taken off his life, a piece of his soul being torn out of his borrowed body.
He wondered when he'll finally give you that life that he bet his soul on to, even if it doesn't even give him that ticket to heaven anymore he just needs care, he wanted it to happen sooner or later.
Kento could only cringe at every single moment in time he had to watch you grow and no matter how much he stops you from getting yourself into danger directly or indirectly yet somehow, your poor poor body always ended in the most horrible way possible.
"I can't let you" he blurted out with a shaky voice as he placed his hands on your shoulders.
Your brows knitted together in confusion, "Why are you preventing me from doing my job?" you presented back.
He took a deep breath, he was losing his patience and it wasn't looking too good for neither of you at this point. "Your job is to teach these kids how to master their powers... to help them find themselves in this world, not sacrificing your life for a future we can't even predict!"
"Kento, you aren't in the right to tell me what to do" you brushed his hands off of your shoulders and began to strut towards the subway station where it was said to have a huge infection of curses.
He followed behind you, making sure you didn't do anything stupid nor gave any possible attackers a blind spot to attack you.
"Listen to me... please" he pleaded, he kept on pleading.
The two of you finally reached the middle of the station where you saw a bunch of your students huddled down in fear as other sorcerers, both mentors and students, were on the ground completely lifeless.
After making sure that the surviving students were safe somewhere, you and Kento kept going deeper into the station until you both finally saw the man himself— Mahito.
This cursed man was quite the strong opponent as it took the both of you to try to fend him off as the others fled, you couldn't even kill this man.
It seems as if the cursed man doesn't know the word 'backing down' nor 'giving up', he knew how to put a fight and you both hated how that's the case. It was a tiring fight but it was for the safety of those who trusted in the sorcerers, it was for the safety of the innocent people who might get in between this tangled up faith.
It was all going well, making good impact on the cursed man's body but you gave way for him to attack you. Before the spell he had casted towards you even decided to harm you, Kento got in the way in the intent of saving you, this was the first time he even took the bullet for you and he wasn't sure on what will happen if he, your guardian, would die first before you did.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw himself back at the room where he first even started and accepted the mission given to him to escape limbo forever until he was reincarnated, in front of him was that same being.
He was about to speak the being showed him an orb that gone through your entire life in the lifetime where he died, he saw how after he died, you managed to survive at least though this had led you to leave the dangerous life of sorcery forever which was one of his missions; leading you to a peaceful life.
He watched as the orb went fast and fast as it showed him how your life played out until you grew old and weak, a grandma, yet a grandma who had loving children and grandchildren. He watched as you spent your last moments doing the things you loved, how you finally took your last breath as you watched you garden— the second part of his mission; give you a peaceful end.
After years of trying and trying to save you from your never ending faith of misery, all he had to do was just— leave her life?
He tried to trace back to the times he finally got to intervene with your life, how you continued to spiral down to no mercy by the strings of faith that leads to wherever your life decides to end and how your actually began to get a bit better whenever he never did. So. All this time, the remedy was preventing you and him to meet.
Kento was the reason to why you always lived these lives while he was oblivious to this, you were both oblivious to this, both blinded by the happiness you gave each other no matter how it was given. None of you knew how the strings that made up your lives tangle up whenever you crossed paths, like a catastrophic event would happen if you both even looked at the same direction or liked the same thing.
What cruel way to say your souls were not weaved to be together or even meet.
A/N: before you say something make sure you think about it first, jk, anyways I hope this hurts bad even though it's rushed as fuck. This has been sitting in my drafts for weeks but anyways at least she's gone there, I may not be able to post again for a while because I will be super duper busy (not that anyone would care if I disappear all of a sudden) but either way, enough with the yap and I hope you still love me despite these angst I'm flooding you all with ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧
#jjk nanami#jjk fanfic#jujustu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk angst#angst#nanami kento#nanami x reader#jujutsu nanami#nanami kento is my husband go fight a wall#send anons#send me asks
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blue eyes [III]
henry creel
[I] [II] [full]
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Exactly six hours had passed since your utmost wonderful "encounter", with your once beloved, Vecna. Time seemed to move too slowly, and every two minutes you would find yourself checking your watch, watching the seconds go by.
You were tired, alone, and scared. And of course, Steve offered to stay, as well as the kids, as a form of comfort and support but you politely declined. You were terrified of what Vecna, Henry, would do.
Would he hurt them? Kill them? You wanted your friends safe, more than anything in the entire world. But how could they be when Vecna was against them?
Besides worrying about your friends, you also had to think about yourself, and the fact that there was a literal monster coming for you. You tried thinking of different ways to protect yourself, to arm yourself. But when imagining it on a larger realistic scale, a gun would not win a fight against a six-foot-tall monster with tentacles, mind powers, and complex feelings.
And that was the other problem occupying your mind late into the night. Him. And you hated yourself for even thinking about it for the slightest second again, but your mind kept wandering back to him. It was hard to put into words for your friends, and even harder to put it into words in your own mind.
But the fact still remains that he is not a good person. You kept telling yourself that. Over and over and over again and again, until you thought it stuck, it never lasted long though.
In all honesty, you just wanted a nice long rest. Just to sleep through all of this. The pain, the worrying, the sense of betrayal. You wanted the one thing you can't have. Because if you do fall asleep you know he'd be there, waiting for you in your dreams. He's there in your mind.
And you could already tell that he was somewhat mad that you were avoiding him. You would never admit it but, you knew him. You know him like you know yourself.
You were in deep thought but all of it paused for a split second. You turned your head to your window and you felt compelled to look out into the woods. You got up from the dent in your bed and slowly stepped towards the moonlight, letting it shine on your face, lighting your way towards the glass.
You peered out into the dark abyss, searching for something, but you didn't know what. You felt like there was something there, but you didn't understand what it exactly was.
Returning your thoughts to your bed, you made your way, but you saw something. You walked back and looked harder and there he stood, adorned in white against the dark of the night. He was standing there, looking back up at you with his blue enticing eyes. And you felt him pierce your mind and body altogether.
"Henry..." You muttered under your breath in disbelief, your eyes widening with horror and confusion. It was Henry in his human form, blessed in all white like an angel sent from heaven.
You pressed closer to the window forcing your hands and face into the glass, decorating it with your heavy breath and fingertips. 'This isn't real... How is he here?' You thought to yourself. There was no way he could be here in this world, he can't be here. Because if he could travel between worlds that means there were new possibilities to consider, and none of them were good.
Henry lifted his arm, gracefully, and motioned for you to follow him into the abyss with him. It immediately reminded you of Alice and the white rabbit. But he wasn't the rabbit. He was the devil reincarnated. You were faced with temptation, but you had to resist. You had to be strong.
After all, you did promise yourself that you wouldn't fall for any of his tricks. But then as Henry started to walk away you started to panic. Breathing started to get harder and the walls seemed to close in, making your head feel dizzy and light.
'Follow me...' He whispered into your ear and you knew it was Henry lurking in your mind. You knew that, but you continued to listen to his words.
In record time you fled your house, not even bothering to put on shoes or a coat. The sense of hurrying was more important as it pumped through your body, filling your veins. You swung open the door and caught sight of Henry's white clothing like a moth to a flame. Like a beacon reaching for you, pulling you forward.
Henry glanced back at you, seeing you follow him like a lost sheep, and he smiled at you. It was kind and innocent, which to your regret, made your stomach churn, either from dread or butterflies. But you continued to follow him anyway.
"I've missed you, Y/n," Henry said in a quiet, soft voice, as you caught up to him. You two were walking side by side with Henry taking the slightly ahead lead, of course.
"Why did you ignore me, Y/n." He continued in that soft tone as if he were an innocent person with no history of being a murderer or a monster. As if he hadn't lied to you for years about who he was. As if he wasn't Vecna.
"I..." You hesitated with your answer.
"Shhh, my love. Save your voice. Just listen to me." You nodded your head and looked down, ashamed. You wanted to be good, and no matter what the other part of your brain was saying you would always listen to him.
"Your friends are lying when they say I'm evil, Y/n. I'm doing this for the world, for us, my love." Henry halted. And there you stood in front of Henry as he peered into your eyes from his height, admiring how tall he feels and how small you seem.
Henry grabbed both of your hands and took them into his own. His hands were warm and big covering yours fully. You peered up to him and watched his focus being solely on his and your hands being conjoined.
"My Y/n," He whispered as he lifted one of your hands up to his lips, gently pressing it to them in a soft kiss. And for every two seconds, he adorned more, making sure to burn the feeling into your skin as he littered more and more.
Everything was so unclear to you. Your thoughts were unfinished like a bottle cap was placed on them before they could bloom into coherent human thoughts. All you could think of, feel, was his lips as he moved high and higher...
"You're my Y/n," He whispered into your arm. You couldn't think to say no or squirm in discomfort as you groaned nodding your head in acceptance, and defeat. Henry noticed this instantly and smiled into your skin, glad that he had stopped your thinking. He just loved when you were so hopelessly in love with him.
Henry stopped and lifted his head, looking at your fuzzy state.
"You look so beautiful." He said taking a full moment to admire you, still dressed in your pajamas. Because to him, you were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. And you looked even prettier dressed in the moonlight.
The shadows of the braches made shaps across your body, and he couldn't help but stare at you, all of you.
"Come on Y/n, it's time to go home." His hands cupped your face as your eyelids opened up a bit wider.
"Home?" You mumbled, trying your best to think, but you couldn't.
"Yes, your new home," And that's when a part of you started to panic. "our home, my love." Your mind started to think just above what was being forced down, and the only thought was, 'Bad...'
You tried to push yourself off of him, but your limbs were no use. They felt heavy and dense like weights have been placed upon them keeping you from using them.
"Henry..." You said as you kept on trying to push away from him.
"Are you going to be difficult?" He said oddly sweetly, addressing your lose attempt at 'leaving'. But you continued on with your pathetic movements.
"We," Henry said as his eyebrows knitted together while he lifted his hand "are going home." He attached his hand to your temple at a frightening speed and you immediately toppled down into his arms as your limbs became limp.
Henry lifted you up carefully, carrying you in both of his arms. As he walked forward further into the woods your head lolled towards your house. And the only feeling you could process was regret. You regretted not trying harder to resist him and you regreted saying no to Steve's-
"Y/N!"
Steve? Henry stopped completely growling in an annoyed groan as he slowly turned around. It was Steve.
"Y/N where are you?"
You tried to call out to him, to scream something to get his attention. But you couldn't. In your useless attempt, the only sound that made it past your lips was a small mumble of a groan.
Henry turned back around and continued striding confidently onward with you pressed close against him, resuming into his calm aura.
"There they are!" Will called out pointing his flashlight in your direction.
"Vecna has them!" Nancy shouted in a frightened shrill.
They were all here! Every single one of them was here to save you! You cheered in your head as you imagined the idea of being saved by them, by your friends. This was your time. You were going home. You were going to be safe...
But then the wind started to pick up faster and faster. The trees started to crackle and snap with animosity and force. Their wood bent into unnatural shapes encaging you and Henry in, away from the rest. And its branches grew dangerously sharp as it protruded against what Henry deemed as intruders. It sounded like snarling animals. Aggressive, loud, and scary as hundreds of trees obeyed a force stronger than mother nature herself.
And still, with all the sounds and shifting behind him, Henry continued his slow pace. His face showed nothing but pride as he just bent nature to his ultimate will.
Without a single doubt with his actions, he moved his face down and brought his mouth to your ear,
"You are the love of my life." He whispered as he looked back up at your curled unresponsive form, a soft smile blessing his face.
"Forever and always..."
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One thing I've been thinking about almost constantly since the release of the game is how DH subconsciously dislikes the Masked Fools and his instincts generally tell him who is one even when they're upholding the pretenses that they aren't. His own personal experiences with them until the current point in the game have been atrocious, and frankly speaking he will NEVER trust any of them - but he is willing to work alongside them if need be, and won't stop his friends from doing so either. All a Masked Fool will be able to see from his side is that he doesn't trust them whatsoever and that he is ready to end their lives the second they try to pull a fast one on him or his friends, nothing more nor less than that.
The reason for this? His character stories. It wasn't mentioned outright, but we do know that after leaving the Luofu he eventually found himself on a ship full of masked people who tried to steal his memories and who forced him to listen to mad ramblings as some sort of mental torture. Initially I thought it could be a different group than the Masked Fools, but Sampo basically showed us that it wasn't. How? He nicknamed Dan Heng "cold dragon young" on Belobog, an allusion to DH's vidyadhara roots ('dragon') as well as his recent rebirth ('young'). Now, if this was the first time they'd met (which is possible since DH didn't recognize him), then how could Sampo know about him unless through other Masked Fools, who we learned have a habit of "televising" their ventures to the others at the Tavern? I also took into consideration that maybe a Masked Fool was on the Luofu during DH's banishment walk, but we have to remember it was AFTER he left the Luofu that he changed his appearance into the one we know now, so I wager only the masked people from that ship could've noticed DH is a vidyadhara (possibly even the part about him being DF's reincarnation) during their attempt at stealing his memories.
Besides, although it's a running gag that no one trusts Sampo, no one thus far has come as close to jeopardizing his life as DH did when he thrust his spear in the snow at Sampo on their first meeting. We all know that DH is never one to use violence if it can be avoided (that's a big chunk of his voicelines too), so why would he choose to resort to violence right after meeting Sampo, when he didn't even know his name? Because of his traumatic experiences with the Masked Fools prior to his joining the Express.
#muse: dan heng.#* dan heng. / development.#DH stares at me intently whenever I add a Masked Fool related muse and I have to avert my gaze HADUISHJ Aha... Nikolai... I'm so sorry DH#I've been questioning why DH resorted to violence in .2s after meeting Sampo for like 10 months now and it kept evading me#but a few days ago I looked through his voicelines again & now that we've met some other Masked Fools too (Sparkle being a major one)#I suddenly realized Why. He's still so <3 for going along w them despite his personal experiences w their colleagues tho.#DH on Belobog after having been led to the underground ring by Sampo: (unimpressed. instinctively figured that would happen)
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slides in tell me about that reincarnation au you posted my dear :)
Oh thank why thank you for asking my most wonderful Scribby~
SO the very basic premise was inspired by this lovely animation (warning for some brief scenes of animal death), but I kind of went way off the rails beyond the simple setup. There's also hints of inspo from Princess Mononoke but it's more visuals than anything. And well it's gonna get long so I'll put it under a cut
Okay so David is a spirit who guards this forest and the animals there from hunters. Jasper lives in a town nearby and while he's not a dedicated hunter he is excellent with a bow and arrow so he's tasked with finding and killing this forest spirit. David's never harmed anyone but he simply chases any hunters out of the woods he protects so the nearby townspeople want him dealt with.
So Jasper is sent out, not super enthused about the whole thing because again, this forest spirit has never hurt anyone that they know of,AND he doesn't even really know what to look for bc the stories are inconsistent. Is it a beast, an animal, a human? No idea!
He gets deep into the forest which concerns him because he hasn't been chased out yet and he's in the heart of the spirit's territory. He breaks for a minute to watch some deer grazing in the sun, admiring how they're not at all afraid of him for some reason, and a fawn runs by him playing with another, and he turns and hi! There's the spirit he's been tasked to kill, just watching him. At this point David is a little bit of a sight, in a wooden mask and a cloak of leaves.
Jasper raises his bow on fear and instinct, the arrow ready to go, but doesn't fire right away, frozen. David walks closer, hand held out, and gently turns the arrow down without a word and Jasper relents easily. David walks by continuing on his way and Jasper follows him. Eventually they get to talking as they walk, and once Jasper see's David's face and smile for the first time this Bozo is done for.
It watches him, emotions hidden behind the wooden mask, eyes shadowed, as Jasper holds his hand out hesitantly. The spirit’s head tilts, the leaves rustling, and offers it’s hand. Jasper takes it, turning it palm up and gently wiping the dried blood away, hearing a soft hum from the spirit as he works. Once it’s palm is clean of blood, nothing left but a small red dot where the arrow had broken skin, Jasper looks back up and gasps, his heart racing once more. But it’s not from fear this time.
The spirit had lifted the wooden mask when Jasper was engrossed with cleaning the wound, watching him with a very human face. His eyes are green, not as striking as spring grass but a little more towards teal, watching him curiously. His cheeks and the bridge of his nose are scattered with freckles, and Jasper can see a few strands of auburn hair falling beneath the mask, obscuring one of his eyes just a little bit.
Jasper stands rooted to the spot by surprise, entranced by the spirit’s eyes, his gentle expression, the slow upturn at the corners of his mouth as a most beautiful smile lights up his face.
Oh no.
So basically they hang out, get to know each other, David shows Jasper around the forest, places people would usually get chased out of (it's based on ill intent, and even though Jasper starts off thinks he'll have to kill the forest spirit, it wasn't ever gonna happen even because he's not like that!)
And because this killing never happened, Jasper just kind of... doesn't go back. At first he's just camping out until morning to head back, but he ends up staying for another day. And another, and so on. And what if he goes back, lies and says he didn't find anything? Will they send someone else out here to try to hunt down David? He doesn't like the thought
Eventually more people DO show up, assuming Jasper's dead or abandoned the job. They scuffle because he's not going to let these assholes kill David, but he's outnumbered and gets hurt Bad because they'd gotten separated in the fight and David can't reach him in time.
They share a few last moments, David promises to find Jasper again in another life if he'll wait to be found. He passes on some magic to help Jasper's spirit come back. He doesn't know when or where, but he knows he'll find Jasper when the time is right.
Fast forward, David's forest is shrinking as society expands and evolves, picking off his trees from all directions so he can't stop it from happening as it's all taken for building and clearing space. Every tree and every animal killed weakens his powers as a forest spirit, and eventually finds himself in the modern world with nothing left to call home, so he has to adapt and live amongst humans.
He's just starting to wonder if he's missed Jasper, that he's lost everything, when they meet again! Where? Oh yeah I'm gonna be that guy we're going classic COFFEE SHOP BABY. He doesn't realize right away because his head is down reading, but he hears that name called out at the pickup counter. He's met a few other Jaspers but none of them have ever been his, but despite how long it's been he KNOWS this is his Jasper finally.
Jasper sees David when he turns from the pick up counter and he's hit with this sense of familiarity, painfully so, even though he's pretty sure he's never seen this man before. But something pushes him to walk over and ask to sit, and after a few awkward moments, he asks if they've met before.
David's like ELATED on the inside because he finally found Jasper again, but J clearly doesn't remember him on the surface level and he doesn't want to freak him out so he's like "yeah a long time ago"
They chat for a bit to get reacquainted, David offering vague and careful answers, as close to the truth as he can get without scaring Jasper off. They eventually leave the coffee shop to walk and talk for about an hour when it starts getting late and David excuses himself with an offer to talk more another time so he doesn't overload Jasper and give him time to think.
Before they part ways, David abruptly moves forward and wraps the other man in a hug, startling Jasper into sucking in a soft breath. “I’m sorry,” he breathes as Jasper stands only a little tense in his arms. “I just… missed you so much.”
Jasper remains still, flushed, his heart racing. “Um, did… were you...” he trails off, wondering how he could forget this man who seems to know him so dearly and how he could possibly forget...
“It’s hard to explain,” David says in a thin, wavering voice, that hint of sadness creeping in once more. Sadness and longing, as if he’d lost something very dear. Jasper’s not used to being dear to someone, and he feels his heart constrict at the raw emotion in this man’s voice.
Jasper searches his memory, trying so hard to recall. He has to remember. David is so sweet, but holding back, maybe trying not to push him. He has to remember for him. He closes his eyes tight, returning David’s embrace. He hears the ginger take in a shaky breath, his hands trembling where they rest on Jasper’s shoulders.
He keeps his eyes shut. He searches, desperately searches. There has to be reason for the kindle of a flame he’d felt upon first catching David’s eyes in the coffee shop. There has to be something, he’s not just some guy he’d met once before, they must have been close, but he can’t remember anyone in high school he’d been friends with and parted ways, or junior high, or even grade school. So where where where does David fit into this picture? Where are those missing pieces that he hadn’t realized had been missing? Why does he need them back so badly?
“It’s okay that you don’t remember,” David whispers hoarsely. “If it helps, I once told you I’d find you again, if… if you would wait for me.”
Jasper sucks in a breath as flash of a memory rips through the uncertain haze around David. Trees, open sky, birdsong, a wolf…
“We-” he cuts off, voice catching. “We met in a forest…?” he trails off hesitantly, trying to remember when he’d ever been in a forest. He hates camping but his parents had taken him when he was younger. But would it have been that long ago?
“Yes,” David replies softly, amazed, pulling back to look at him with wide eyes. Green eyes, not so striking as spring grass, but more teal…
Jasper’s breathing a little shaky now, brows furrowed as he searches the ginger’s face. His head starts to hurt, a wince pulling at his face.
“Are you alright?” David asks softly, concerned, reaching out to hesitantly cup Jasper’s face, unable to fight back the old gesture.
His heart races at the familiar warmth, those eyes staring right into his soul, begging to be remembered even though David is being so patient on the outside. “Yeah yeah just- headache,” Jasper explains. “Why- why wouldn’t I remember you? Did something happen?” he asks in confusion, looking a little pale, his heart clenching at the way David hesitates.
“Jasper, you don’t look well,” David shushes softly, running his thumb just below his eye. “Why don’t we pause this for now- would you like to sit down and rest for a bit? And maybe after some water, if you feel up to it, we can talk more…?” he asks hesitantly.
“Yeah,” Jasper immediately replies, because the more time he spends with David, the stronger this feeling is becoming. A nagging sensation that he’s forgotten something, someone important. And he wants so badly to untangle this whole mess. He wants to know.
This is getting way too long I'm sorry but that's the TLDR!! Here's some concept sketches for David and you can see where the Princess Mononoke vibes come in as his look was heavily inspired by San but more... David
And he's got a beast form!
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Disasterology: Jegulus
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- Vampire Regulus and Reincarnated James.
Summary: Regulus Black is a vampire and has fallen in love with the same soul, forced to know that versions of his love exsited again and again, this time, this version of James is different than all the other... Something about him is different.
He remembers. He remembers it all.
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Note: Thank you Tarsh. For being so perfect.
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Stars. Always burning, always suffering. Lover after lover, all not knowing. All with the same face, never the same name.
They all act the same. A meeting where one has know all their life and the other only for a week. That was the fate Regulus Black was doomed to always face.
An immortal vampire who's fallen in love with one singular soul that reincarnates in every life, somehow knowing him in them all. However this time, this meeting of his lover was different. He was the same as all the others, but somehow he... felt different.
He wasn't sure about it, but that didn't stop him.
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James had just bought a house in London. It was a gothic type mansion. He bought it online, unknown to him he was scammed. Still, he couldn't not keep it, it was creepy but Interesting. He lived for thrill.
He had gotten chills walking around it, it looked as if it was built before London was. The house was cold, it didn't help that it was Winter in London. There were no neighbors, it was private property.
Over the days he would walk to corridors, find more rooms. It got creepier the more he was in the home, he could've sworn someone was there with him.
He could sense a presence. Watching him as he slept, following him in the shadows, examining him at all times. That was until one day, he found out just who was lurking on him.
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He was up all night, couldn't sleep. He sat up, slowly moving his head to the corner of the room. Someone was there, but who?
"I feel like I'm going crazy, if you're there, show yourself."
"I can see you, I always see you."
He might not have had his glasses on, but he could still see figures.
"I see you at night, roaming the halls, stalking it."
"I notice that you play the piano when I'm asleep.. "
"You're hallucinating." He spoke, "I'm not here, not real. I'm apart of your imagination, being alone in this large house is driving you insane."
"You should leave."
"You can't fool me, I'm not stupid."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"And thou is completely positive?" James twitched, the way he spoke was so firm.
"Yes..I am."
"If you are, as you say you are then you would be able to see the blood all over the walls."
"..." He went silent. "There isn't just blood, a woman roams all day.."
"You're trying to confuse me." James said. "If I was hallucinating, I would know your name."
He smirked a bit, "You do know my name."
"No I don't."
"..Yes you do." He smiled, "You do."
"No.." he questioned, "Regulus, but you know that." Regulus. "Regulus.." feeling his name on his tongue, it was so— "Do you know my name?" James asked. "No, but I am a figure of your imagination that you created to ease the loneliness." James scoffed. His voice was stern, cold, deep with meaning.
He was intimidating. "My name is James. James Potter." Regulus tumbled a bit, not enough for someone to notice. His name was James.. James, he had to remind himself that he wasn't his
James reached over for his glasses. He looked at the dark person he knew as Regulus. He only saw a silhouette, the next thing he knew he was gone. He rubbed his eyes gently through his glasses.
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After their short Interaction, Regulus doesn't show himself for weeks leaving James to be isolated in his thoughts. Why was he so familiar? Why did it feel like they've met before, the way he talked, his mysterious aura, and all together him. He was so blinded with confusion.
Regulus, a man that he had no clue whether or not he'd been hallucinating was on his mind non stop.
While Regulus couldn't bring himself to go near James. He walked down the basement stairs, he was positive James never knew about it. James didn't know about a lot of things in the house and he wanted it to stay that way.
He set the candle down, he looked at the large sheet. He yanked it off, revealing a painting. It was a painting of someone he once knew.
They were so identical.. the same. He covered it back up, he's kept it covered every since that day. The day his torment started.
He found himself outside after that, well, on the balcony. It was snowing, the moon was always a comfort to him.
The spot was nostalgic and safe at the same time. Whether it was bad nostalgia or good, it was there.
"We haven't anything wrong, what's so wrong with this?" Their faces were close, "No, we haven't."
"I know that there is nothing wrong with how I feel about you." Their lips brushed, "Nothing.."
Regulus gripped the railing in anger, how could he allow that to happen? How could he let him die? It was his fault, all his fault, if they never met he would've loved a happy life.. a long life.
Maybe he would marry, who knows, his guilt was everlasting.
Regulus Black was a murderer.
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In your pinned post you said you lived multiple lives. Does it overwhelm you? Have you ever met anyone from one of your past lives?
P.S.- I hope I don't sound like I'm interrogating you
You're all good, I like your questions a lot. (Don't worry, the other, longer ask will get posted asap. It's probably going to be very long though so I thought to post this one first.)
Yes, I lived multiple lives. It doesn't overwhelm me anymore so to speak, as most of the time I feel 'closest' to Hamilton, and remember by far the most of that life. This creates some kind of 'structure' to hold on to, and that I purposefully cultivate, as flitting between memories and names and identities can - yeah, be overwhelming. (And confusing. Gender is weird). There is a lot of overlap between lives though. I'll elaborate more on that in the following post (as it touches upon the cyclical nature of lives within reincarnation in general) but briefly, it means that people I meet, and lessons I learn, repeat until - well, the journey I'm meant to go on and things I'm meant to unlearn/learn are done with. So people I've hurt/have hurt me, I have met them several times, until I hopefully one day get my head out of my ass and not mess up again. People I've loved, I've loved several times. My wife for example was my husband in one life, my wife in another, my lover in another - list goes on.
I've met multiple people from one or more of my past lives before. Both my ex, and current partner (wife) are examples of this, but also friends, acquaintances, coworkers, college friends, etcetera. Not as big of a list as this might suggest, but also not as small as I had feared when I was younger. Little fun walk down memory lane, the first person I 'met' this time around (on a reincarnation forum almost a decade ago) wasn't someone I'd met then - but it was still the first person to have also been remembering things from the same time period. This was Joseph Warren, and we exchanged quite a few letters. It was a lifeline of hope (that I wasn't crazy) that eventually led to me making a blog on Tumblr a few years back - meeting my wife - and me now being here. Unfortunately, Warren hasn't replied in a long time to me (they were already very old at the time, in their 80s) and I don't think I'll ever be able to thank them for their help and support.
I hope this answers your question!
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I have aquestion, about a previous ask of nmj end being satisfying. You mention the process of dealing with a typical fierce corpse: liberation, supression, elimination. Its a very flawless thing all things considered, but the problem i see is: nmj body is not so easily destroyed, in the book it is mentioned no sword can pierce his skin no attack seems enough. How to destroy it then? When weapons are not an option, and we see the best fighters go against him to just be batted away. Do you think elimination is even possible? Maybe a more slow approach is needed? Like... emptying a pool with a bucket? Keep the body restrained until the energy bleeds out? It is also mentioned that with the dismemberment the soul was shattered and no rest awaits nmj, maybe that is something to consider too? The soul is broken so the resentful energy prevails? Kind of hard to tell what it would mean or if it even affects the process. Man, this sounds like such an existencial crissis. This only makes me really think how awful jgy murder plot was.
An excellent question and I think your ideas are on point!
Jin Guangyao was able to cut up Fierce Corpse Nie Mingjue 1.0, but after some needle and thread treatment, Fierce Corpse Nie Mingjue 2.0 is now blade-resistant. His skin hasn't inherently changed, but instead his resentment has clearly grown between 1.0 and 2.0, which has strengthened him physically.
Resentment, however, exists in the mind/the heart/the soul. So it's theoretically possible that elimination doesn't need to be physical if they could target his soul directly…
Although that might be easier said than done--and might not even be possible in the MDZS universe. A quick and dirty search of the use of elimination/eliminate in the Exiled Rebels Translation shows the term, if translated with consistency, as always used in a physical sense: Wei Wuxian thought Mo Xuanyu expected him to eliminate the Mo family, Jin Guangyao told everyone he had eliminated Xue Yang, Wei Wuxian was eliminated when he was ripped apart by corpses at the Burial Mounds, and Wei Wuxian used the Summoning of the Painted Eyes technique to eliminate Xue Yang's walking corpses.
Another event to consider is how the sects handled the statue of the Heavenly Maiden at Dafan. She is basically just a semi-sentient piece of stone. Instead of targeting her spirit, however, everyone attacks her physically. She is only defeated when Wen Ning (controlled by Wei Wuxian) smashes her to literal dust.
Elimination occurs when the body is destroyed.
Liberation occurs when the body remains whole.
This is why Xue Yang kept Xiao Xingchen's body preserved. Xiao Xingchen's soul was in complete shambles, unrecognizable, but he wasn't eliminated yet. There was still hope in repairing his soul and returning him to his body to be "himself" again.
Fierce Corpse Nie Mingjue 2.0's body is impenetrable to cuts and stabs, but it might be possible to crush him... But otherwise it might actually be impossible to actually eliminate him as he is now!
Your analogy about emptying a pool/bleeding out energy feels more like liberation to me! To liberate means to set free, and just like how some cultures bleed out patients to remove "bad blood", giving Nie Mingjue time to bleed out his resentment inside that coffin works the same way: bleed it out, give it time, and perhaps his soul will be cleansed/freed of the poison so that it could find peace and move on in the reincarnation cycle. His resentment is what's holding him back because he can't exactly move on to the next life if he's still gripping onto the old one.
Same as Xiao Xingchen, Nie Mingjue's shattered soul is also holding him back from reincarnating. But Song Lan appears to believe that Xiao Xingchen's soul could mend and one day come back again. All the soul needs is time and Song Lan, as a sentient fierce corpse, has plenty of time.
So what got Nie Mingjue into this situation is awful but not necessarily, conclusively tragic. No one can eliminate him now (or ever) because he is too strong, but give it 100 years and if they open that coffin to find him weakened, that suggests the resentful energy is in fact being purged, meaning he is a candidate for liberation! But that also depends on if there is someone around in 100 years who is willing to care enough to give him that chance or make a quick and dirty job of cleaning up, like Wei Wuxian did with those walking corpses...
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IX.
It was raining, of course. It had started just after he left the inn, but he didn’t mind. It was cleansing, as though the water could wash away the mundane identity the sorcerer wore when he needed to walk amongst the world. There was no need for Dr. Ambrose where he was going.
Behind him, the shades of all the people he loved most in the world drank beer and laughed together. He’d done better than he expected; being the eccentric archaeologist was safe, a shield that he could hold between himself and the memories. They talked about science, excavation techniques, interesting finds, and theories about the burials in the clearing. It was almost enough, just talking to them again.
The forest was dark. The trees rustled gently in the wind and rain. In the middle of the clearing there was nothing to hold off the icy drizzle.
The dark-haired sorcerer hardly felt it as he stood, staring at the carefully excavated grave. “Leon,” he said softly, talking to less than no one, since the bones of his dear friend had been taken away, driven off to a lab by his own reincarnated spirit.
“You’re all together now.” He told no one, thinking of the old king's face, the last time they had spoken during Leon’s first life… the last time Leon had looked at him and known him. He’d been very old for the time, but just over middle age by the standards of the people who’d excavated his bones. “I’ve seen all of you, this time. I thought it must mean something, all of you being here. You work together in this life, though it’s not the same, of course.”
The night was still, only the soft sound of rain in the trees answered him.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I wasn't looking for you. Maybe I should have been-- I owed you that much, didn't I?" His shoulder bowed under the weight of yet another failure.
"I should have stayed, that last time." It had been a thousand years since he had talked about the last days of Camelot, but the guilt was just as fresh, a small point of pain in his side that would probably never fade. "You asked me to stay, and I should have done it. I could have given you that much, at least. I just… I didn’t want to know you'd gone. I couldn’t stop it, of course, but if I didn’t know… at least for a while, I could pretend. After Gaius, then Gwaine and Gwen…” The confession choked off, shame and sorrow clogging his throat. “I just… I couldn’t do it again. I was a coward, and I left you alone. I’m sorry.”
No one responded. Of course not. There was nobody left to respond.. The very skin of the world had changed a hundred times-- more. It had been carved up, churned up, and paved over by machines. Slowly but surely, nature was giving up her secrets; the heavens had been breached, the deepest oceans were being mapped, the tiniest germs were being observed. Mankind hardly needed magic anymore, they had conquered nature with steel and fire and the unending power of curiosity… and yet he remained, the last mystery of nature, the last creature of the Old Magic— golden light wearing a human shape. Pointless, but unending, unchanging. Just this side of alive.
No matter what happened to the shape of the world, the last scion of the Old Religion seemed to always find himself in the same place; alone on the Isle of the Blessed, mourning.
He hated himself for the fact that despite all he had witnessed, all he had failed to stop or correct, he still couldn't make himself mourn for the things he should mourn. The Emrys didn’t mourn for the millions of his kin who had been slaughtered, nor for the loss of the old Groves, where magic had been born… nor even for the tidal wave of innocent blood that had splashed across his homeland, leeching away the magic like vital nutrients from soil that had been over-farmed until it was cold and dead.
No. Emrys mourned for a man.
The laugh was bitter. “I am human, I suppose,” he told no one. “I should be raging. I should call the deep magics of the earth until my ears bleed and the land cracks open and swallows up every last grimy piece of this mess… but I won’t, because this is still Arthur’s kingdom. Because when he comes back--” His voice cracked on the last word and he crumpled into a heap beside the cold hole where one of his dearest friends had rotted away to nothing.
"He has to come back. He has to-- I… I don’t remember what he looked like, anymore.” The sorcerer gave his confession to the empty grave. “He can't just be gone. He's supposed to come back. I’m the only one left to remember, the only one—and— and I – don’t– remember.”
The night was cold and still, the sobs of the last sorcerer barely audible above the rain. A lonesome eternity yawned empty and endless all around the quietly weeping figure. The last sorcerer, the Emrys, the Mage of Camelot wept alone, as he had for a thousand years.
Then, in the shadowy depths of the final resting place of the last king of Camelot, the dirt moved.
#merthur fanfiction#merlin fanfiction#mine#arthur x merlin#pining merlin#fanfiction#archeaology!merlin#part 9#poor merlin
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Villainess Nyx AU
{7/??} { Part 1/2 }
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For the past couple of days, things turned out surprisingly normal for our reincarnated Villainess
Well, as normal as a person's reincarnated life as a "Villainess" can be
Sis didn't even know she's essentially a villainess until she heard outlandish rumors while walking amongst the capitol
But, in any case, all was "normal" for Nyx
Regular tea parties, conversing with other nobles, walking around the capitol with either Briar or Cerule... It basically became a personalized cycle for her until she can find a way back to her "previous life"
Sure, the nasty rumors she and Briar have to endure due to their engagements to Vil and Roya are... Complicated, but both girls managed to pull through despite it
Funnily enough, Nyx hasn't heard anything relatively nasty about Ms. (H/N), the prime Minister's daughter who basically does everything in her power to "defy" society's stereotypes by being...
Rude to other women who are just trying to survive in a life that makes women incapable of doing much
And she somehow doesn't get any flack by acting so harshly towards other women, especially since her father keeps defending her actions
Which... Is weird. Especially for Nyx, considering she's been observing , and she DOES NOT see a father act so defensively for their daughter when they are in the wrong
"Listen, I'm not trying to be rude," Nyx assures, "But it's just... Kinda weird for the prime minister to not really care about the reputation of his own daughter? And defending her when she's in the wrong for acting so harshly towards other women who are just trying to survive? It's just, kinda fucked up?"
Since it wasn't in her personal agenda to knock some sense into the Prime Minister, she simply watched in silent hysterics as (H/N) continues to make a fool out of herself by being "Different from other noble ladies"
She essentially snorted when she first heard her say that. She legitimately thought that was a medieval way of saying "Not like other girls" or some shit
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Anyway back to the business of the REAL plot-
Jade's been acting... Weird. And this is Jade we're talking about
The same Jade who goes badonkers by the mere mention of an interesting sounding mushroom
So, that's weird-
BUT, I digress
As I've said, Nyx has noticed that her brother's been acting.... Weird
And not in an endearing way
Hell, even Floyd's been more cautious
So, Nyx made it her personal mission to find out what the hell was going on between her older brothers
So one night, Nyx snuck out of her bedroom and followed Floyd into Jade's office where they had this conversation:
"Should we hire a bodyguard?" Floyd suggested, his voice serious with a lack of amusement in his tone.
Nyx rose a brow curiously. Bodyguard? Why would she need a bodyguard when an imperial knight escorts her every time she goes out?
Jade sighs, "I don't really think that's necessary, Brother. Not only is she protected by our family, she is also protected by the imperial family." He stated, looking at Floyd briefly before returning his sights to the unsigned papers he was signing.
Though they aren't aware of her decently hidden presence, Nyx nodded in agreement. See Floyd? She doesn't need a bodyguard, she can handle her-
"The harsh rumors surrounding her say otherwise."
Though they are not aware of it, Nyx and Jade widened their eyes in perfect synchronization.
"Rumors?", Jade questions, not remembering his sister mentioning any rumors. Floyd nods, stating that she's being talked down on by other noble families because they don't believe the legitimacy of her engagement to the crowned prince. Not to forget the fact that it's very likely that there is now a target on her back BECAUSE of her engagement to Vil.
Jade pauses, beginning to think for a couple minutes as he thought about Floyd's suggestion. As for Nyx? She actually feels somewhat threatened by the fact that someone could very well be in the mansion, patiently waiting for the proper moment to strike and plunge a knife down her throat...
Finally, after some thinking, Jade sighed and gave a quick look to Floyd, who merely tilted his head in confusion like some lost puppy.
With a huff and a sigh, Jade confirmed that he agrees with Floyd's suggestion and that he'll contact "someone" he knows. Whoever that person was, Nyx hoped she can at least converse with them without the fear of death-
As they continue their conversations for other topics, Nyx decided to quietly venture back to her room, and peacefully contemplate on who that "someone" was. Until she eventually fell into a deep sleep
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The next day, Nyx still had the thought of who her new bodyguard will be, engraved into her mind
Did she know them? How does Jade know them? How does Floyd know them? Are they trustworthy? Has she met them before? Are they genuinely worthy of Jade's lack of doubt about how they could protect her-
Ah, wait she's still in the middle of breakfast with her brothers
I mean, it's going relatively normal, so that's technically good on Nyx part
Sure it feels weird not having her parents around due to their comically long-term travels, but at least her brothers are around to keep her company in their absence
Oh, wait. That's not the plot of the au-
Welp- Anyway
After having finished his food, Jade stood up, looking at his two younger siblings as they looked at him in curiosity.
"For a quick announcement, Nyx's new bodyguard is coming sooner than the expected date. Nyx, I hope you do not mind," Jade shared, before locking eyes with Nyx as a way to ask for her confirmation. In response, Nyx gave him a nod and words of assurance saying that it's fine.
Enter the butler, who quickly informs Jade that they have arrived. Leaving Jade and Floyd, rather amused. But that also left Nyx much more confused than she already was.
All three siblings stood up from their chairs and walked together to the entrance of their estate, prepared to greet "them" a warm welcome
But at the same time, Nyx was nervous
However, she knew she had to hold up her composure as to not stir confusion among Jade and Floyd. So naturally, she kept it as well hidden as she could
... Until they reach the gateway of their estate and all the anxiety starts rushing back into her system
With her head hanging low to hide any form of nervousness in her expression, Nyx didn't bother to look up to get a good look at her "bodyguard".
Jade chuckles,"It's good to see you, old friend." He says, amusement filling his voice. Nyx admits that it's refreshing to hear the tone of voice she knows from Jade. Especially since she's heard nothing but professionalism from him. I mean, sure he has his moments, but it's still rare for Nyx to see(or in this case, hear) him like this. Since in this world, he basically never acts like this.
Floyd snickers, "So, where were you? We barely saw you for months!" He began to laugh alongside "Them", who's form of laughter was much quieter in comparison to Nyx's brother.
"They" chuckled."I've simply been traveling rather recently. I'm rather honored to be the protector of Lady sirène~!" They exclaimed happily.
Wait.
That voice...
That accent...
AND THE USE OF FRENCH NICKNAMES
Nyx's eyes widen, raising her head to finally meet eyes with "Them", who tilts their head in curiosity.
".... Rook?!"
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#twst au#twisted wonderland oc#twst oc#villainess au#villainess nyx#wonder why they didn't see rook for months😏#floyd leech#twst floyd#twst jade#jade leech#nyx leech#vil x nyx#briar x roya#cerule oceana#twst rook#rook hunt
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My Thoughts Identifying As Gray-Aroace (And Fictoromantic) Part 1
[Note: first this is for Mature Readers Only, Reading This Post Is Optional...this is not for kids, as those under 16 or older are still not allowed because of certain things that will be mentioned in this. even if this still will talk about Gray-Aroace and other stuff. this may get off topic...]
I first want to say that, I'm going to wait maybe either tomorrow or in a few days to talk about that weird fan theory that pop into my head that has to do with Blitzo (from Helluva Boss) being the half-reincarnation of Adam (from Hazbin Hotel), it is more of a Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss theory...
but like said in that post that talked about it, it has to do with Adam's Human Soul becoming a Sinner, while his Angel Soul becomes reborn as a Imp...so his Soul ends up split into two, one that stays as Adam with all his memories and personality, that becomes a Sinner.
and the other half, gets reborn as a Imp that would become Blitzo.
it's a weird theory, but there are reasons why that theory came to me.
but I will make a part 2 of that theory, maybe tomorrow or in a few days.
but anyway, I know this might be weird to some or maybe some understand and could of felt the same way.
I know that despite discovering that certain feelings weren't my own, and it having to do with some stuff that I had to find out about myself.
like the whole Empath thing, like it could be possible some Empaths could be very aware and some aren't.
(I will get to the whole Gray-Aroace & Fictoromantic talk, after I say what needs to be said that has to do with the Empath stuff.)
I use my gem bracelets for multi-purposes, to protect me from energies that would be harmful to me, one of them happens to be toxic-lust energy that comes from who should keep it chilled at times.
if I'm going to feel a certain way, I rather it be of my body's own accord. and not because the energy from someone else who is in a different room from me, and that said energy ends up coming to where I am and it ends up getting absorbed into my body...
even if I am able to keep myself safe thanks to my gem bracelets...
it doesn't mean I am still not vulnerable to that toxic-lust energy, well there has been more protective measures.
I have a dream-catcher not only in my room to protect me while I sleep, but also one outside my door.
I had freaking three close calls when I slept, the first one was before I decided to sleep with a dream-catcher again (I know that once I did when I was a little kid but at some point stopped, but thanks to that first close call dream, I started to sleep with a dream-catcher again.)
the first close call wasn't as bad, I did become self aware in it and understood what was going on....that I had dream-walked, that my dream-self had been put under some kind of trance.
I had got a dream-catcher to put in my room, and it was doing pretty okay....
at some point I took it down, and I guess I was safe for a while until some time later maybe a year or so.....that second close call happen.
I did at some point decided to have the dream-catcher I had originally took down, to be placed outside my bedroom door.
and ended up with a new dream-catcher for inside my room.
but that sadly didn't work out very well, since I ended up having a third close call dream and it was a bit more horrible than the last two.
I had to take that dream-catcher down, and put it in a zip-lock bag, takes some salt (which was food salt...) and prayed with it in my hands and place the salt in that zip-lock bag that had that bad dream-catcher in...no dream-catcher should be like that, it is clear something was wrong with it....not everyone has to believe me.
but has anyone got a dream-catcher that is suppose to protect you, but then you end up having a bad dream anyway...?
I even made to pray for my dream-catcher on my door to act as a protective barrier, and the only way I can think that bad toxic-lust energy got through, that let that toxic-lust copy through, it might have to do with that bad dream-catcher opening the barrier and letting that thing through, and causing another type of dream-walking.
it could be possible that the dream-walking, doesn't happen in a way I may have originally thought.
it could be that the toxic-lust manifestation takes me to a type of sub-dream space, which might still be connected to my dream space.
but since I made sure to take that bad dream-catcher down, the barrier seems to be back to normal, so it can't get through.
I have that bad dream-catcher as far away from my bedroom as possible.
I can sleep peacefully with just my normal random and weird dreams.
I'm not sure if many have experienced such a thing, and the other reason I had started to wear gem bracelets to bed and sleep with them on but only take them off when I need to...
it has to do with being scared awake by a Incubus, this of course happen way before that whole first, second and third close call dreams.
so yeah, I am trying to protect myself from both Incubus and humans.
not everyone has to agree or believe that what scared me awake during that time was a Incubus, but I believe it was...
I also know that not everyone, not even some of my family will accept or believe me when I say that I believe the reason why I had seizures as a child and my first one when I was a baby, I think I may have been almost 1 year old or not yet....I will need to ask about that again sometime, I think I forgot...I know I was told about it.
but yeah, the reasons for my seizures was likely from the dangerous energies coming from some people around me, the energies would end up flying around, possibly in some kind of ethereal air before it went to me and ended up being absorbed into my body.
the reason why I stop having seizures when moving to the town I live at now, is because it doesn't have so much dangerous levels of energies from both the people and the places.
and I think the other towns I had lived at before, had bad energies that had some supernatural. but the second town, may only had bad supernatural energy only in some parts of it, so my seizures didn't always happen in certain spots we were at.
the town we live at now, which we still had to move from the apartment we use to live to the house we live at now, that is of course in the same town...
I hadn't had a seizure since moving to this town, yeah I did end up getting two depressions, which really wasn't fun and they ended up happening for different reasons, like the stuff that was going on at home, and yeah I did ended up having a type of panic attack in a car in 2015 before that whole breaking point where I fell into that first depression where I didn't eat much and ended up losing a lot of weight.
and yeah it took time for me to get better, but then I had to fall into another depression, one to which was a bit too close for my liking.
it felt way worse than that first one, when it first started out...that second depression, I wanted to punch the bathroom mirror but I believe my common sense and will, had stop me.
it seem that I had became, numb or like half-numb....I'm not sure if many would understand what I mean but I know that I could still like and feel a little happy with the things I like, but I still felt that not so great feeling inside...and it took time for it to go away and for me to feel better...my laughing, the way I was laughing at a scene from Boss Baby, was one of the signs I was getting better.
I'm not sure if my becoming sick later on, has anything to do with that depression, it could be possible something else caused me to become sick and made me throw up...
and yeah, like I said before...my first cat ended up dying, I believe it happen when I was getting over from being sick.
it hurt to lose them, I want to protect my second cat and hope they live much longer.
it might be thanks to my wearing my gem bracelets, I was able to become Aroaceflux, but it does appear it feels more like Gray-Aroace but could still be a flux in there...
also my bad luck with online boyfriends, well ex-boyfriends...
makes me think that I may have been demiromantic but also my falling under that trap of falling too easy for some online ex-boyfriends, may have been because of the energies around me.
I have had crushes on some guys I knew in real life, even if I think at first I didn't but ended up with a bit of feelings for them later.
perhaps it has nothing to do with me having been demiromantic.
I know I still like reading stories with romance in it or watching a show or movie with romance and even playing video games with it.
I just am not interested in trying to get a boyfriend, no matter if it is online or in real life.....and I never really had a boyfriend in real life, I mean yeah the online boyfriends were real, but you know what I mean.
I think at some point, I became sick of it...I know my heart had been broken before, and perhaps my feelings would of grown into full romantic love if my heart wasn't broken, and it is a good thing I forgot most of it but at the same time remember a little bit of it.
one online boyfriend I regret, because I had realized he made me feel uncomfortable...I know I was foolish to trust some of them, but I am making sure to be careful.
and well besides that mess of a relationships...
I know not everyone read about that whole talk about my pendulum giving me a "Yes" about me being Ozzie's Lover....well use to be.
and by that, I mean the one from this universe....not Fizz's boyfriend.
but for all I know, it could be pulling one of it's pranks.
also maybe I will just call their sign for "Yes" as "side to side"
since apparently calling it clockwise is incorrect, I was told something else about it....so yeah, at least I had the pendulum be programed to go circle slowly for "No"...
I'm procrastinating in doing that salt thing to that pendulum, to fix it's lying and pranks...I just don't feel like it at the moment.
and other stuff I had found out, was the whole technically being a Earth Angel Princess....cause one of the reasons that whole "Earth Angel Princess" pop into my head, is because I am a descendant of some royals and happen to be a Earth Angel....even though I'm a Defective Earth Angel who doesn't work 100% like the others.
my using the pendulum almost all the time, even though the first time I held my pendulum, it went all crazy and freaked me out and I had put it away for a very long while...
but yeah, I still think it may have unlocked something.
but I do make sure to not use it too much now, and I am doing pretty good so far with my not using it as much.
also one of the reasons I would believe that the whole thing with Ozzie being a prank, is because of the whole me being a descendant of King Solomon, which by the way, still not really a curse cause it's a blessing to me, so jokes on those who lived a long time ago who believe it be a curse, it ain't.
I mean seriously, why in the world would he have feelings for someone, who is a descendant of someone who he may dislike....like probably a whole lot.
I'm not all that special, I know I was an accident...
some might say I wasn't, but I'm not talking about my Mom and Dad in my present life having me by accident....they had me on purpose.
great, for some weird reason I'm crying a little...just going to try to ignore that for now...
I'm talking about how my soul was born, and who my soul-parents are...yeah they were still created by The Heavenly Father as well as possibly The Earthly Mother as well.
and it could be possible certain soul fragments ending up being merged together that came from different souls, were allowed to fuse together...I don't think I fully understand it, but I know in some of my past lives, I don't fully remember at all but only bits and pieces.
I know I didn't get the chance to grow very much, and it is possible during my time in well the afterlife, the past me before I was reborn, was able to grow without being in a organic body.
it's either my memories or copy memories that belong to one of my soul-parents...but I know that the last past life I had before this life, I died wearing a dress, of course the memory isn't very clear and I may have been 4 years old in that past life when it happen.
which would explain in my present life when I was that age once again, I had got upset about wearing a dress...
I forgot about it at some point, but the memory came back to me in a form of a idea, you know for OC use...which at first it was a Creepypasta OC but later I reused the idea for a Hazbin Hotel OC, even after finding out it wasn't really just a idea for a OC, it was a memory. of course the drawings I did about it is over at deviantart and maybe when I feel like it and when I can, I will post some drawings about it on here...
so yeah after figuring out about that whole thing, I had decided to make a Hazbin Hotel OC version, but having a slightly the same but still different history as my past life self.
who was named Abigail if I remember correctly, and I decided to name the OC after her, my past life self. and her being called by the nickname Abby....
so in one of my past lives, my name was Abby...and I have a birthmark that may prove what had been my end....even if I'm not fully sure or remember what it was.
it might be a good thing that I don't have full memories of some past lives, and the memories are not all clear to see I think.
it might have to do with the trauma done to the soul, and for all I know.....my and other people's bad luck in past lives, might have to do with the Toxic-Masculine energy...
but this isn't really about the whole imbalance between the Masculine and Feminine energies, and lines that are being crossed by those who fall under the influence of the Toxic-Masculine energy, and yeah the whole Toxic-Feminine does seem to have influence as well, but it is once again, not as high or as dangerous at it's counterpart.
some people might be really lucky not to be a empath, or not know about being one until later on in their life.
I think that me being Gray-Aroace could be right, like maybe I'm still a flux...but I still feel Fictoromantic as well.
not everyone has to agree about it, and well I hope it will be seen as valid.
it would be nice to know that despite me keeping a lot to myself at times....that I'm not alone and I'm not the only one who had found out the reason why I felt certain things before but don't seem to anymore, because they didn't really belong to me, they were toxic-lust energy that was coming from someone in my family, and while they aren't really a bad person but their toxic-lust energy ended up with a will of it's own, and caused my three close calls...
hopefully that thing that showed up in those three close calls, will end up going away and not showing up ever again.
for all I know, it could still be in them, but it can't cause any harm so long as those dream-catchers I have stay up and protect my room.
even if I leave the room and go hang out in the living room, to either play some video games or watch a movie or show I like, well that and to spend time with my fluffy baby that is my second cat.
at times I have to go to my bedroom, as it will be my sanctuary.
you know, like a safe space.
also I had stopped crying a little bit ago, so maybe it is nothing to worry about.
I decided to have this in two parts, so I will talk more about this whole feeling like I'm Gray-Aroace but still feeling fictoromantic, maybe tomorrow or in a few days...
for now, I'm just going to check out a few more arts on here, maybe check to see how long until that new poll I made is about ready to decide the winner yet or have to wait a bit longer, which it has to do with Megatron...anyway see ya later, I'm just gonna hurry up and post this and check out a few more arts, then I'm going to log off an maybe go and watch some shows and movies I like.
#do not reblog without permission#not for kids#mature audiences only#aroace#aroaceflux#aromantic#asexuality#fictoromantic#demiromantic#empath#talking about feelings#my thoughts#part 1#march 2024
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I reincarnated as a side character in my favourite novel to prevent the villain's death!
Chapter 2
"--- Renee, hey! Are you listening?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I want one cotton candy too, please!"
Cicilia handed over some copper coins in her right hand while she took two cotton candies in her other hand from the candy booth. We kept walking down the festive street.
"You've been quiet the whole way here. Are you alright, sweetie?"
"Mhm, just a bit shaken up. But now that I have cotton candy, I'm already in a better mood!"
I took a big bite and gulped it down in one go. Hanna picked a small piece and ate it bit by bit. Seeing us pleased, Cicilia sighed in relief and points at the other booths.
"Let's go look there too, shall we?"
In all honesty I was still processing that I was reborn in my favourite novel. I thought that the only abnormality were my memories from my past life. One day when I was still a toddler, I got terribly sick. I was bedridden and suffered from a high fever. Suddenly a vivid dream flashed before my eyes, or so I thought. But after I recovered, my mind started to clear up like a cloudless sky after the storm. My awareness of my surroundings improved tremendously, my thoughts became coherent and the dream felt more and more like memories. I've already accepted that magic exists in this universe because Cicilia has been teaching me. Before my memories returned that was my reality but I had my suspicions. Which is the real me? What if that dream wasn’t real after all? Now I know that I haven’t imagined it. Still, it’s ridiculous. And meeting the heroine is quite shocking for my little child brain.
"D-do you not feel well? Because of me, you had to go through the trouble…", Hanna said with a guilty look.
That’s no good. I can think about all that later. I made Hanna worry…
"It wasn't your fault! Who knows what that creep would have done to you if I didn't come? I don't regret it at all. It's just a pity that the guy disappeared before the guards could catch him." I took another huge bite and chew in frustration.
"They will find him soon. I'm sure of it!"
"Hopefully. Anyway, what about you? Do you feel alright?"
"Since Lady Cicilia invited me to go with you, I'm not scared anymore. But is it really okay for me to be here?"
"It is! I want to be with you, Hanna. Do you not?"
"No, I do! I haven't had that much fun in a long time…"
"Then let's try out lots of other fun stuff today!"
I took Hanna's hand and rushed off to the next attraction while Cicilia called out my name before she just let us run off in defeat. It's my duty as a fangirl to spoil her with every possible thing there is! As far as I know, her childhood consists of only lonely moments. Even after she gets adopted by family Wellmond, she wasn't able to call it her home. They only needed her as a replacement for the baron's daughter to marry her off for money and didn't spare a single sign of affection for her. It's going to be difficult to see her once she is part of the Wellmond family, but until then I want to be there for her as much as I can.
"There is even a carousel! Do you want to ride it with me?"
"Sure!"
We jump on the wood horses and circled a few rounds. Even though I felt a bit silly as an adult in spirit, I couldn't help but grin like a fool. When I looked over to Hanna, she was busy clinging to her horse while screaming and laughing simultaneously. She couldn't open her eyes for the most of the ride, but her laughter exposed her genuine excitement.
After the ride ended, Hanna couldn't stand straight and seemed to be dizzy for a while. I noticed that a thread of her dress got loose that probably was caught up on the wood horse.
"Looks like you two had a blast, haha! Shall we rest a little bit before we continue?"
"That would be nice…", Hanna giggled.
"The bench over there seems free. Let's sit there and I get us some water."
I lend my shoulder to Hanna and slowly let her slide off on the bench. While Cicilia looked for some refreshments, I glanced at Hanna's dress again.
"Your dress seems pretty worn out."
"Oh, I wear this dress almost every day. I don't have a lot of clothes at home so I try to repair it later."
"Hmm, I see."
I looked around for a clothes seller nearby. Hanna quickly caught on what I was thinking.
"Please don't feel the need to buy me something! You already gave me plenty of nice things today… I couldn't ask for more."
"But I still want to give you a present! To remember this day."
"You're too kind, Renee. Really, I'm okay."
This back and forth reminds me of mom arguing with her friends over who pays the bill. But I will not back down!
"That won't do. Wait here, I'll be right back." Before Hanna could say anything, I already rushed over to the booth across the street. After a short while I returned with a little bag.
"A scarf should be okay, right? Nothing expensive either. And as my friend, you don't need to be so humble! Please, take it."
"Renee… okay, I accept this. Thank you so much!"
It's strange; seeing Hanna happy makes me want to try harder in this life. Maybe that's why I remember my past life, to atone for all the wasted time and potential I willingly threw away. Now that I have the knowledge to change someone's life for the better, I should take it in my own hands. While Hanna plays on the stage, I will help her out behind the scenes. Thank you dear author, I truly loved your novel, but this time I will save my favourite characters! Even the villain!
#editing? what's that#why am I so invested#this is not even the juicy part#i have the whole story playing inside my mind but it keeps changing UGH#tumblr is my safe place to write down my delulu thoughts#reincarnated to prevent the villain’s death
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