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The Prince and the Elk

Don't worry, the beginning confuses me too and I'm the one who wrote it

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Princess Mononoke Ashitaka x Emishi outcast!reader

Y/n cried out as her red elk slipped on the rocky edge of the mountain path.

“Fekul!”

Fekul wobbled under the weight of Y/n’s pack and she quickly grabbed it off her elk’s back, setting it on the ground beside her.

“Are you okay, boy?” She asked softly. She bent down to examine Fekul’s leg, seeing that he had twisted his ankle, but at least his hooves seemed alright. “Okay. We’ll find a place to rest soon. I’ll carry everything for now.”

Y/n picked up her bag and slung the strap over her shoulder before taking her elk’s lead in her hand and guiding him slowly along the road.

They walked for what felt like hours down the barren mountainside road, littered with even more rock that Y/n had to kick out of Fekul’s way. After a long while, what appeared to be a mining town appeared on the horizon, large and seated at a turn in the road, a large wooden portcullis closing it to the world outside its walls.

“That looks like a place we can rest,” Y/n thought aloud. She looked to her elk. “Do you think they’ll let us in?”

She picked up the pace as much as she could with Fekul’s injury. When she arrived at the gate, she noticed men guarding the town entrance from a parapet above it.

“Excuse me!” She called to them loudly. “My companion is injured and we need a place to stay the night! Please, can you let us in to rest?”

The men leaned in towards each other, whispering something that Y/n couldn’t hear.

“Sure,” one of them said. “We actually have an expert on red elk here, maybe he can patch up your companion!”

“Really? That would be great!” Y/n responded excitedly. She pulled Fekul back a few steps as the gate was opened. “Thank you very much!”

Once the gate was open, she pulled Fekul inside with her to get him out of the way of the closing gate.

“Follow me,” the man from before said, rushing to get down from the parapet. “I’ll take you to him, he hangs out with the animals every evening.”

“The animals?” Y/n repeated, dropping Fekul’s lead as he kept following her without guidance. “Um- What town am I in?”

“The recently-rebuilt Iron Town,” the man answered, stopping at the gate of a pen filled with cows and swine. Just in front of them were stables, filled with horses and one red elk. The man set a hand on his hip, looking between the two elk. “I’ve only ever seen one of them before. They’re beautiful animals.”

“I haven’t seen another one in a long time,” Y/n said, awed. She walked over to the other elk and extended a hand slowly. “Hello.”

Y/n grinned as the elk nuzzled into her hand.

“He’s not usually this comfortable around strangers,” a second person said from behind her.

Y/n turned around, expecting this new person to be the red elk expert the guard had mentioned. What she hadn’t expected was another Emishi outcast.

Both of them gasped, eyes wide as they quickly turned away, not daring to look at each other. Y/n cleared her throat awkwardly.

“Um. Sir, please tell your elk expert that my companion twisted his ankle on the road,” she said. The man looked at her, confused.

“Can’t you tell him yourself-”

“Koroku, please tell our guest she can trust me to care for Fek- For her elk,” Ashitaka answered quickly. “And tell her that if she were to meet an old friend, they’d be happy to see her.”

“Koroku, yes? Please tell your elk expert that I would be incredibly surprised to ever see any old friends,” Y/n said, awkwardly fiddling with her fingers.

“Do you two know each other?” Koroku asked.

“No,” both the Emishi said in unison.

“I’ll get to tending the guest’s elk, a twisted ankle shouldn’t be much work,” Ashitaka said, keeping his eyes on anything but Y/n as he walked over to Fekul. Koroku could hear him mumbling under his breath.

Hey, Fekul. It’s good to see you again, boy.

“If it’s not too much trouble, could you tell me where I can get something to eat?” Y/n asked Koroku.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all!” He answered cheerfully. “Though if we say you’re a friend of Ashitaka, they can’t make you pay for anything.”

Y/n closed her eyes for a moment, knowing that her next words would sting like a nettle even if her prince knew it was a lie.

“Who’s Ashitaka?” She asked. Yakul whinnied sadly, but Y/n tried to ignore him.

“Wait, do you really not know each other?” Koroku asked quizzically. “I thought you were kidding!”

“It’s complicated,” Ashitaka interrupted, a sadness in his voice he didn’t care to cover. Y/n winced at the sound. “You and Toki take care of her, alright? Yakul and I are headed into the forest late tonight to meet with San.”

“Who’s San?” Y/n asked, this time genuine.

“She’s a wolf girl who lives in the forest,” Koroku said. He shivered. “She scares me.”

“She saved you,” Ashitaka reminded, still keeping his attention on Fekul.

“Yes, but the wolf clan tried to kill us all the time before that happened,” Koroku whined. He sighed. “Well, since we’re both hungry, let’s get something to eat. I’ll just say you and Ashitaka know each other, then no one’ll have any weird suspicions like they did when he first arrived. …Except maybe Gonza.”

“Who’s Gonza?” Y/n asked, trailing after Koroku as he led her through the streets of Iron Town.

“He’s essentially Lady Eboshi’s bodyguard,” Koroku said. “She’s basically the queen around here. She and San kept trying to kill each other until Ashitaka showed up.”

“Um… Did he ever tell you why he left his home?” Y/n asked, trying to pry while also dodging Emishi laws.

“Yeah, his village was attacked by a giant boar god who’d been turned into a demon from one of Lady Eboshi’s iron bullets,” Koroku told Y/n. “It cursed his arm, so Ashitaka decided to find the source of the iron, which was here. And then… Well, it’s complicated. Lady Eboshi killed a god, and Ashitaka and San un-killed it, and now we’re all friends who don’t try to kill each other anymorrrrrr- What is in your bag?!”

Y/n turned awkwardly to look into the bag resting on her back. She smiled, seeing a kodama.

“Hello, Little One,” she said sweetly. “Were you getting lonely in there?”

“You just carry one of those things with you?!”

“Are you scared of them?” Y/n asked. “They’re spirits that sprout from plants, they’re good luck.”

“Yeah… But they creep me out,” Koroku said, shuddering. “Limping through the forbidden forest with Ashitaka while all those things stared at us and shook their heads- The nightmare still haunts me.”

“Why were you limping through a forest with Prince Ashi- With Ashi- With your elk expert?” Y/n said, catching herself. “Wait, wait- A demon boar attacked his village? What happened to the village?”

“Uh- He never said,” Koroku said, stopping in front of one of the buildings. “Me and my wife Toki live here but we all usually eat with the rest of the village.”

“Oh,” Y/n said softly. “I normally eat alone… Maybe it’ll be a nice change to eat with others.”

“This way then,” Koroku said, leading Y/n down the streets again. “Ashitaka will be joining us all after he’s done with your elk, so it shouldn’t be long- Here we are!”

Koroku ushered Y/n inside a building filled with others already eating, finding that Ashitaka was already there, too.

Both Ashitaka and Y/n glanced away from each other. She walked in awkwardly, choosing to sit back-to-back with Ashitaka so they couldn’t see each other.

“Koroku, could you please serve the guest?” Ashitaka asked. “I’d rather her not get up right now- She must be tired from walking her injured elk all day.”

“Yeah, sure,” Koroku said awkwardly, sighing. “I’m a permanent go-between, aren’t I…”

“I’m sorry to drag you into it, Koroku,” Ashitaka said, a sorrow in his voice that worried everyone else eating with them.

“Drag him into what?” One of the men asked. “Who is this outsider?”

“A ghost,” Ashitaka answered, closing his eyes for a moment before he resumed eating.

“My name is Y/n,” Y/n said, resisting the urge to turn and look at Ashitaka. “I once knew a dead man who lives here.”

“What?”

“I don’t know why they’re acting like this, but they know each other somehow,” Koroku said, shrugging.

Y/n ate in silence for a few minutes, listening to the chatter of others. She paused as a realization struck her like an Emishi stone arrow.

“Koroku, ask your elk expert why he’s following a law he can’t be punished for breaking,” she said suddenly. She heard a heavy sigh from behind her.

“Koroku, tell the guest she already knows that answer,” Ashitaka said.

“Why can’t you just talk to each other?” Koroku asked. “Why make me do all the work?”

“Koroku, if someone dies, and then another person dies, those two people are both in the land of the dead, right?” Y/n asked.

“I guess?” Koroku said awkwardly.

“And the living have no way of knowing what happens in the land of the dead,” Y/n said, aiming her words at Ashitaka. “The dead don’t need to obey the laws of the living.”

“Koroku, tell her to remember who she is speaking to,” Ashitaka said firmly. Y/n bit her lip, knowing he was pulling the ‘I am royalty’ card without saying the words he meant.

“Remember who you’re speaking to,” Koroku repeated awkwardly. “Uh… Who are you to each other?”

“Wise woman, will you come with me to speak with the prince?” Y/n asked.

“Of course, young one,” the wise woman said, confused. “May I ask why?”

“I have an important question for the prince, and I think we’re both going to need your advice,” Y/n said. “Will you bring your prophecy stones?”

“Yes,” the wise woman said slowly. “Go speak with the prince, I’ll join you both once I’ve fetched them.”

“Thank you,” Y/n said gratefully, taking her leave of the wise woman and making her way to the central building of her small village. She walked in slowly, seeing her prince talking with Kaya.

“Y/n!” Kaya said happily, noticing her at the doorway. “What are you doing here? I thought you were working the fields today.”

“I need to speak with your brother,” Y/n said seriously. She smiled. “Don’t worry, though, the fields aren’t unattended.”

“Oh. I’ll go, then,” Kaya said, walking over to the door. “Don’t be too formal with the prince- It’s starting to get to his head.”

“Is not!” Ashitaka argued, sticking his tongue out at his sister as she left. He regained his serious composure as Y/n approached. “What do you need? You’re not usually so stern.”

“I’ve arrived with the stones,” the wise woman announced as she entered. Ashitaka’s brow furrowed.

“Why have you brought them? Is something happening?” He asked. Y/n walked over to the floor in front of him and sat, the wise woman joining them both on the floor a moment later.

“Every time I’m outside, the forest around the village is calling to me,” Y/n explained. “If I’m in the forest, it’s hard to come home. There’s also a little kodama who tries to follow me back to the village. I know our tribe grows smaller and weaker with every new generation, but… I want to leave.”

“You want to leave…?” Ashitaka repeated slowly. Y/n nodded. “You know that means you could never come back.”

“I know, that’s why I’m here,” Y/n said. She turned to the wise woman. “I want your advice, I want to know what the stones say, and my lord, I want your blessing to leave- The call of the forest is strong, but I don’t want to make a mistake by leaving if I shouldn’t.”

“It sounds like you’ve been thinking about this for a while,” Ashitaka noted. “This is no spur-of-the-moment whim, is it?”

“No,” Y/n agreed, shaking her head. “For the sake of our village, I want to stay. It’s my own selfishness that listens to the forest.”

“What do the stones have to say about this?” Ashitaka asked, turning his attention to the wise woman, already laying out her spread of stones, bones, and herbs.

The wise woman nodded gently to herself, tossing the stones onto her mat to read Y/n’s future. She said nothing as she examined the rocks.

“If you leave, Y/n, your future is dark,” the wise woman said, voice grim. “It is muddy, and unclear, and difficult, but there is a guiding light with you that will never abandon you as long as you live.”

“And if she doesn’t leave?” Ashitaka asked.

“The call of the forest only grows,” the wise woman stated. “Even without your blessing, she will find a way to listen and leave, but without the guiding light, she cannot find her way. The forest will swallow you whole, Y/n, your soul, life, and bones left to rot.”

Ashitaka grimaced, resting his arms on his knees as he weighed the wise woman’s words.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he admitted. “I also don’t want you to die. If I let you leave now, I at least know there’s a guiding light with you.”

“What is the guiding light?” Y/n asked the wise woman curiously. “Do the stones know, or is it a mystery for us all?”

“It is the little kodama, begging for your company,” the wise woman answered.

“A kodama?” The prince repeated. “Well, I at least know a kodama won’t let you die in the forest. Y/n, if you leave tonight, you can never return. Are you sure this is what you want?”

Y/n nodded.

“Yes, Prince Ashitaka,” she said seriously. “Though I know it’s selfish.”

The prince sighed, glancing at the wise woman.

“Cut your hair and go, then,” he said softly. “We’ll miss you.”

“Y/n,” the wise woman began, “follow the kodama to the tree he calls mother and take a cutting from its branches. Carry it with you, and your guide can follow you anywhere, even into the most barren desert.”

“Thank you,” Y/n said, standing up and walking over to the altar. She picked up the knife that lay on it and reached up with both hands, cutting the tightly-wound bun from her head. She set down both the knife and hair and walked towards the door, her breathing nervous.

“From this moment forward, Y/n, you’re dead to us,” Ashitaka reminded her, watching as she nodded silently and disappeared through the door into the evening.

“Who are you to each other?” Koroku asked. Both of them paused before speaking, once again answering in unison.

“Dead,” replied both the Emishi.

“You’re dead to each other?” Koroku repeated. “Huh. I guess that… Sort of explains things.”

Y/n stared down at her bowl for a moment.

“I apologize, but I’ve lost my appetite,” she said quietly. “I’m going to go check on Fekul.”

She stood, leaving her food on the floor next to Ashitaka, and left quickly, making her way back to the stables.

“Who is she really?” Koroku asked, wondering if Ashitaka might answer less vaguely now that Y/n was gone.

“A ghost from my past,” Ashitaka answered, still cryptic with his words. “She died a year ago. We were never meant to reunite.”

“Well, after all that, I have questions about who you are, too,” Koroku said slowly. “We know you’re a good person, ‘specially since you saved me, but we don’t really know you, do we?”

A few of the other men agreed awkwardly.

“You deserve to know me, and I wish I could tell you about my past,” Ashitaka said. “But if you knew who I was, I’d have to kill you.”

“Okay! No more questions,” Koroku said quickly.

Ashitaka finished his food quickly, using Y/n’s injured elk as a scapegoat to leave. He walked slowly through the streets of Iron Town, reminiscing about his home. He’d been preoccupied since he left, first determined to find the source of the iron ball, then to lift his curse, then to stop all the fighting, then to rebuild Iron Town- He hadn’t stopped to think about home.

Y/n, however, was a much more sentimental person than him, and she hadn’t been as busy as him. Ashitaka supposed she spent a lot more time thinking about home and what she’d left behind. Neither of them had expected to see each other again. As he’d told everyone at dinner, she died a year ago and remained only as a ghost. Still, it had hurt when she’d pretended not to know him.

Being dead was turning out to be more difficult than he’d anticipated.

As he’d expected, Y/n was asleep when he reached the stables. She’d always been one to go to bed directly after eating, never really doing anything in the evening.

She was on the ground next to Fekul, curled up in the fetal position. Ashitaka watched as a kodama sat on her bag, playing with a branch that had clearly been inside it moments ago.

“Hello,” Ashitaka said, crouching down to the kodama’s height. “You must be the light in her life. Thank you for watching over her, Little One.”

Ashitaka stood, walking over to Yakul. The kodama looked up at them curiously as Ashitaka mounted his elk, both of them trotting off into the night to meet with San.

“You’re making a big deal of it,” Kaya scolded. “Just ask her! You don’t need a prelude, I’m sure she’d be honored.”

“It doesn’t feel right, though,” Ashitaka argued. “I can’t ask her to marry me out of the blue, she doesn’t even know that-”

“Then tell her you’re in love with her,” Kaya said. “If you tell her, then it won’t be so surprising. I don’t think it matters, though. You’re the prince, it would be a huge honor to marry you, and also, Y/n thinks you’re great. I’m sure she’d- Y/n! You’re here? I thought you were working the fields today.”

“I need to speak with your brother,” Y/n said seriously. Kaya shared a glance with her brother before rushing to leave.

“I’ll just go,” she said, smiling. “Don’t be too formal with the prince, though, it’s really starting to get to him.”

“No, it’s not!” Ashitaka argued, making a face at his sister as she left. He looked up at Y/n from his spot on the floor, words catching in his throat like they always did around her. “You’re not usually so stern, Y/n, is something the matter?”

“I’m here, Y/n,” said the wise woman, entering the room. She and Y/n both walked over to the prince and sat down. “I’ve brought the stones like you asked.”

“Y/n…?” Ashitaka asked, confused.

“Whenever I go outside, the forest surrounding the village calls to me,” Y/n admitted nervously. “When I’m in the forest, it calls even louder. There’s even a little kodama who tries to follow me home. I know our tribe grows small and weak with every new generation, but… I want to leave.”

“…Leave the village?” Ashitaka asked slowly. He watched Y/n nod smally. “You know that would mean you can never come back.”

The prince’s heart sank at the very thought.

Y/n nodded again.

“That’s why I’m here,” she said. “I want advice. I don’t want to make a mistake by leaving, even if the forest is calling to me.”

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” Ashitaka asked lowly, realizing by the way she was talking about it that Y/n had been stewing in these thoughts for quite some time.

“I have,” Y/n admitted. “For the sake of the village, I want to stay. It’s my own selfishness that listens to the forest.”

Ashitaka turned to the wise woman, looking at him with a knowing look.

“What do the stones have to say about this?” He asked.

He and Y/n both watched as the wise woman tossed her stones on the mat, reading them silently and leaving Ashitaka in suspense.

“If you leave, Y/n, your future is unclear,” the wise woman said. “Dark and difficult, I can tell, but unclear. However, there is a light to guide you through the darkness.”

“What if she doesn’t leave?” Ashitaka asked, hoping Y/n would have a better future staying in the village.

“The call of the forest will only grow, and Y/n will find a way to listen,” the wise woman prophecized. “Even without your blessing, she will leave, but without a guiding light in darkness, Y/n, the forest will swallow you whole, soul, life, and bones left to rot.”

Ashitaka grimaced, the thought of Y/n dying far worse than the thought of her leaving. He leaned onto his knees, deep in thought as he weighed the wise woman’s words.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he admitted quietly. “But I also don’t want you to die. If I let you leave now, I at least know there’s a guiding light to keep the forest from killing you.”

“What is the guiding light?” Y/n asked curiously, looking at the wise woman. “Do the stones know?”

“It is the little kodama, begging for your company,'' the wise woman answered. A soft smile crossed Y/n’s features.

“I’ve been calling him Little One,” she said quietly. The smile fell from her face, her expression turning serious again. “The kodama are trustworthy guides in a forest, I suppose.”

“That’s true,” Ashitaka agreed. He thought back to his conversation with Kaya- If he had professed his love earlier, would Y/n still try to leave the village, or would he have been enough for her to stay? “If you go, Y/n, you can never come home. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes, Prince Ashitaka,” she said seriously. “Though I know it’s selfish of me.

The prince sighed, glancing at the wise woman. He’d asked her earlier in the day if she’d read her stones for him after sunset. He wanted more advice about his love life, but it seemed that he wouldn’t be needing advice anymore.

“Cut your hair and go, then,” he said softly, deciding that letting her leave was better than keeping her in the village only for her to leave unprepared and die in the forest. “…I’ll miss you.”

“Y/n. Follow the kodama to the tree it calls mother,” the wise woman advised. “Take a cutting from its branches and carry it with you always and Little One can go with you anywhere- Even to the most barren deserts.”

“Thank you,” Y/n said, slowly standing up and making her way to the altar. She picked up a knife and closed her eyes as she used it to saw off her Emishi bun. She set down both the knife and hair and walked towards the door, both nervous and excited.

“From this moment forward, Y/n, you are dead to us,” Ashitaka said formally. He almost heard his own heart break at the words, and Y/n just nodded silently before disappearing through the door into the evening.

“Some decisions are difficult,” the wise woman said quietly, gathering up her stones, bones, and herbs. “And so is love, my prince.”

“I should’ve known she was anxious about something,” Ashitaka stated plainly. “She usually sleeps early, but something’s been keeping her awake at night. …Will she be alright out there?”

“The stones don’t know everything, Prince Ashitaka, so we can only hope,” the wise woman answered. “Will you be alright here?”

“I have to be,” Ashitaka said stiffly.

“This forest is older than it seems,” Y/n noted, riding Fekul through a budding forest, Little One sitting in her lap. “Beautiful though. I wonder if- Oh?”

Y/n watched curiously as Little One stood up, climbing to sit on Fekul’s head. He pointed a bit to the left, looking up at Y/n. In her year traveling, she’d learned quite a bit about spirits from Little One, and she knew better than to ignore the kodama.

“Lead the way, my guide,” she said, tugging Fekul’s lead and following Little One’s directions.

They trotted through the fields in silence for a while before reaching a shallow pool. Little One stood excitedly, pointing to a small island in the water. He lifted his hands to Y/n, begging wordlessly to be picked up.

“Okay,” she said, sliding off of Fekul’s back and putting the kodama on her shoulder. She kept Fekul’s lead in her hand as she approached the island. “…Little One, this place is sacred. I don’t know if we can walk here.”

Little One tilted his head, rattling enthusiastically at Y/n in encouragement. Y/n understood each rattle as a word, and she turned to look at Little One with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re sure?” She asked. The kodama just pointed at the island again and Y/n sighed. “Okay.”

She took Little One off of her shoulder and set him on Fekul while she rummaged around in the bag slung around her elk for the branch she always carried with her. Per the kodama’s instructions, she stuck it in the water of the pond, soaking it thoroughly in what Little One had confirmed as sacred water around a sacred island.

“Wait- There’s a human,” San whispered harshly, ducking behind a mossy fallen log, a remnant of the old forest. She pulled Ashitaka with her, hiding them both. In sync, they peered around the log to see a girl taking the lead off of a red elk. She removed the bag as well, letting it drop into the water. “She has a red elk like you.”

Ashitaka was silent, watching Y/n intently and straining to listen though she wasn’t close.

“You can go, Fekul,” she said softly. “I have all I need.”

Fekul didn’t move, choosing to stay near Y/n as she let Little One lead her to the island.

San’s brow furrowed.

“What is that kodama doing with her?”

They watched as Y/n handed the wet branch to Little One, gesturing for her to lay down. She turned and sat at the edge as Little One planted the branch awkwardly in the dirt.

Though it was a whisper, her voice carried perfectly to Ashitaka.

“The forest is calling me home.”

He saw her chest heave with a deep breath even from a distance, and panic surged through him as he watched Little One start walking away from her.

Throwing the laws of the living to the wind, he left his hiding spot behind the log and ran towards Y/n.

“What are you doing?!” He cried angrily, splashing through the pond as he made a beeline for Little One. He grabbed the kodama with both hands, carrying him to Fekul and setting him down on the elk’s back. “I’ll talk with you in a minute.”

“A ghost shouldn’t interfere with the plans of the spirits,” Y/n said, laying herself down on soft grass.

“This spirit is different,” Ashitaka argued. “Little One is meant to protect you, not lead you to die.”

“No,” Y/n said, staring up at her prince from the ground. “He’s meant to be my guide through darkness, but he’s done guiding me."

“Get up,” Ashitaka said demandingly.

“I’ve been listening to the call of the forest for a year, I’m not going to start ignoring it now,” Y/n replied.

“Remember who you’re speaking with,” Ashitaka said firmly. “I told you to get up. I let you leave because I didn’t want this to happen. Get up, please.”

Y/n sat up slowly, a lonely part of her desperate to listen to her prince and be a part of her tribe once more.

“Who is this?” San asked, joining Ashitaka finally.

“A ghost,” Ashitaka said simply.

“…Looks like a normal human to me,” she said, looking Y/n up and down. “This is the Forest Spirit’s island. Why are you here?”

“My guide led me here,” Y/n answered. She turned her attention again to Ashitaka. “Why?”

Ashitaka looked at San for a quiet while before sighing, looking down at Y/n. He held out a hand to her and she took it, letting him help her stand.

“I can’t bear to lose you again,” he said, his voice dull. “A part of me died with you that night. I wanted to marry you.”

“…Really?” Y/n asked, surprised. Ashitaka ignored her in favor of scolding the kodama.

“And you,” he said firmly. “I trusted you to look after her, Little One. You were supposed to be her light in dark and unclear times, right? I didn’t think you would lead her to the death I tried to spare her from.”

“You can be angry with Little One later, my prince,” Y/n said incredulously. “But I am asking an audience with you to explain what you just said.”

“What was unclear?” Ashitaka asked, giving Little One a warning pat on the head before turning to face Y/n again. “I wanted to marry you. You wanted to leave. I wanted you to be happy, not dead, so I let you go.”

Y/n fiddled with her fingers awkwardly for a moment.

“What happened to the village after the demon boar attacked?” She asked quietly. “Is Kaya-”

“I was the only one to suffer any injury,” Ashitaka said quickly. “I assume Kaya’s replaced me.”

Y/n sighed quietly, turning to retrieve Little One’s travel branch.

“Little One, looks like you’ve still got places to guide me to,” she said, walking over to Fekul and handing the branch to her kodama. “I know you’re not one of us, but when the prince speaks, we listen, okay?”

San looked at Ashitaka, confused, as Y/n dove into the water to retrieve Fekul’s lead and her bag.

“Prince?” She repeated. “You were planning to marry her? Who is she? She’s clearly not a ghost, Ashitaka.”

“Her name is Y/n,” Ashitaka said, watching as Y/n’s head emerged from the water, Fekul’s lead between her teeth as she dragged her waterlogged bag up from the depths. “We’re both outcasts from the same village.”

“A prince is an outcast of his own village?” San asked skeptically. “How does that happen?”

“Demon boars and cursed arms, apparently,” Ashitaka said, sighing. He watched Y/n try several times to sling her bag onto Fekul’s back, failing every time from the water weight. After her third failed attempt, he joined her, his hands on hers as he helped her finally accomplish the task. “…Just like that time you couldn’t get the rice bag on the cart.”

Y/n turned around and hit his chest playfully, scowling as he had her trapped between him and Fekul.

“I was fine on my own!” She protested.

“You said that then, too,” Ashitaka said, grinning.

“…I did, didn’t I?” Y/n reminisced quietly. She sighed, letting herself fall into her prince. He caught her easily, wrapping his arms around her and she snaked hers around his waist. “I miss home.”

“I know,” Ashitaka told her. “I do too.”

“…I’m going to go,” San said bluntly. “Visit later if you need me.”

“…Sorry,” Y/n mumbled, both Emishi still holding each other close. “I made your girlfriend feel awkward.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Ashitaka muttered back. “I could never love someone more than you. A year without you felt like a lifetime.”

“I don’t want to be ghosts anymore,” Y/n admitted.

“We’ve been breaking the law for a while now,” Ashitaka reminded her. “No need to start following them again.”

“You’re warm.”

“Am I?”

“You smell like home.”

“You are home.”

“…Thank you.”

#xineohp's fics #king xineohp #🍪 cafe employee #studio ghibli #decaf #cafe employee #princess mononoke #ghibli #prince ashitaka #ashitaka #ashitaka x reader #x reader #fanfiction #x female reader #reader insert #multifandom #fanfic #studio ghibli fanfiction #prince ashitaka of the emishi

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kodzukenmaaa · 1 year

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━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐆𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈━

❛ ONE SHOT ❜

ASHITAKA

⚘݄

HOWL PENDRAGON

⚘݄

HAKU

⚘݄

PRINCE JUSTIN/TURNIP

⚘݄

SHO

⚘݄

SHUN KAZAMA

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SHIRO MIZUNUMA

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SEIJI AMASAWA

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TAKU MORISAKI

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❛ HEADCANONS ❜

❛ SERIES ❜

#ghibli x reader #studio ghilibi #howl pendragon x reader #seiji amasawa x reader #ashitaka x reader #sho x reader #shun kazama x reader #shiro mizunuma x reader #taku morisaki x reader #jiro horikoshi x reader #haku x reader #from up on poppy hill #sprited away #ghibli x you #kakashi no kabu x reader #turnip #prince justin x reader #⃗ 🕊*ೃ༄kodzukenmaaa's fics #kodzukenmaaa.navi

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annboch · 1 month

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I notice this little funny thing... Hasegawa have two (three if count me) big inspirations. No more, no less.

I really love Aang personality and the backstory for Ashitaka was a big inspiration for me.

#blue eye samurai #bes mizu #bes #mizu blue eye samurai #oc blue eye samurai #oc art #blue eye samurai netflix #blue eye samurai character #self ship community #self shipping #concept art #original character #the blue eyed samurai #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu bes #mizu x reader #mizu x oc #ashitaka #aang

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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Hi, can I request Noir x Assassin reader?

Basically, his lover gets tasked to kill him. The reader being heartbroken by this, they eventually suck it up and go "Deal with it" and look for him. Eventually, they find him and you know the one scene in Princess Mononoke that goes like "I'll cut your throat! That will shut you up!" then Ashitaka (The guy) goes "You're beautiful"? That happened. Once Peter says the "You're beautiful" part, The reader soon snaps out of it and bursts into tears, saying, "I'm sorry! Forgive me!"

(Sorry pag medyo mahaba ung request :'DD)

HI PO ANONNNNN no, no, sakto lang req niyo po, pramis (✿^‿^) I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS !! (also omcm ang ganda ng princess mononoke ngl)

summary: you thought you could quit this job you abhorred, finally be able to settle down with the man of your dreams and just... live. but before you're guaranteed any freedom, you're hired for your final mission--murder spider man.

word count: 1621

content warnings! mentions of guns, sharp blades, bleeding, and murder up ahead. please don't continue reading under the cut if you are uncomfortable with these topics ^^

you thought you were stuck in a vivid nightmare, and you felt cold everywhere when you heard those three words as a gun was thrown to your end on the table. those three words haunted you all the way until you headed home, wobbling, on foot. "kill spider man."

you had hoped that day when you would be tasked to do the impossible, murder the spider that has tormented your employers for the longest time, would never come. your colleagues tried their hardest to come out on top after battling him, but the masked vigilante succeeded in subduing them--time, after time, after time. though your issue wasn't with losing to the man nor your employers' trust in you since you were already nearing the end of your contract, but it was the fact that you loved the man underneath that dark mask that hindered you from accomplishing anything.

"peter..." you cried out his name as you gave in, your knees shivering and buckling as you hunched over, crouching over the pavement, your face in your hands as you released muffled and quiet sobs under the light of a street lamp. you were going to murder the love of your life... without him ever knowing it was you who murdered him.

eventually, the dreaded day came. you told yourself the whole time that, right now, you are not peter benjamin parker's lover; you are a notorious assassin that seeks freedom--he is your key to freedom, he is nothing more than a pawn.

'he is nothing more than a pawn.'

you took a deep breath as you went up the elevator alone, listening to the pulleys bringing you higher and higher to the floor where spider man was reported to be, whittling down your comrades' forces one by one, single-handedly. had you not known any better, all you'd've thought at that moment would be how gratifying slicing his head off would be–killing your allies that treated you like family when all this occupation was supposed to provide were guilty consciences and sinful people in the aftermath of it all.

'he is nothing more than a pawn.'

but what did he make you feel? what did all his waiting around for you after your cover up job, holding you close while you two walk the street because he doesn't want to be anywhere but your side, buying you flowers he was deathly allergic to–but didn't care because he believed they made you beautiful because they made you smile?

'he is nothing more than a pawn...'

what did all his 'i love you's, praises, whispers of sweet nothings–gentles caresses, soft peppering of kisses across your skin and face, and reminder that every scar and wound you had that you never explained to him where you got them from were... were beautiful still, because they were a part of you mean to you?

his voice would ring in your ears whenever you felt his presence nearing you, and it'd always have a tone of affection, such ardent, tender affection–pure, like none other. he'd always carry in his heart love that no one else could replicate, that no one else could deliver to you in such a natural way, except for–

"...love?" his voice rang out in your ears again, echoing like some long sought after melody, or some melody that you longed to forget. you didn't dare utter his name, for you were not his lover at that moment. no, you are a stranger, a stranger with a vendetta–a stranger who would avenge their fallen allies, who he defeated. you two are nothing to each other; never were, never are, never will be.

so what if he recognized you? you'll only be one of the thousands of faces he'd've met in his life,and eventually, never see again, not if you finish your job. you lunged at him, using your weapons at your disposal with the intent to kill. you fired your guns, you unsheathed your blades–you swung around and about, but you never stabbed him. most of your shots never landed a mark on him, except from when he looked at you in the eyes; you knowing it's him, and him finally knowing it's you.

you scuffled with him as you tried to take him down with your blade, feeling a whirlwind in the pit of your stomach as you drew closer and closer, wrestling with him just to cut him up a little. and finally... you swept him off his feet, literally, and most unfortunately for him. you swiftly kicked at his feet and kept him in place as you wrapped your hand around his neck and held the blade up by just a centimeter above him.

"love... please... we can–we can talk... about this..." he choked out as your grip around his neck tightened. you clenched the blade in your hand and breathed in and out deeply. you gazed into his eyes, that never left your own gaze as you two fought in close combat. "my love... m-my lover..." he breathed out as he held your wrist with both his hands, as if to comfort you, to reassure you didn't have to go through with this–trying to convince you were better than this.

you brought the blade closer to his neck, and scowled. "i'll... i'll cut your throat. that'll shut you up!" you cried out as tears welled up in your eyes, falling down from them and staining his dark suit. you heaved as the tears made your voice crack up, as you sniffled back the tears before his blood would be on your hands.

peter kept gazing at you, and unexpectedly... he smiled. he didn't grin nor smirk, he smiled–his smile was devoid of any underhanded plan to hurt you or outsmart you, or even to be released from your grasp. he was... just smiling because he'd see you in his final moments.

"...you're beautiful." he whispered out with a smile as you brought the blade up higher in preparation to cut his throat. and that... that changed something in you, in your hardwired belief that these acts could possibly offer you more of a way out of the very job that forced you to do it. "i love you, my... my lover. d-do what you must. i'll forgive you... for whatever happens." he breathed out as his smile widened weakly, the corners of his mouth stretching as he smiled.

and soon... you fell weak. you threw the blade down and it clattered against the floor, you remained on top of peter, a sobbing mess. you let go of his neck, and when he still reached out for your hand and touched you... you felt so dirty, so evil at that moment–too evil to be touched by the one man who loved you even if you had to kill him just so you wouldn't have to kill others.

"i'm... i'm a fool..." you said as you sobbed into his chest as he sat up and wrapped his arms around you. "please, don't love me anymore, peter... you can't possibly–" before you could even continue that statement, peter wrapped you in his arms, hugging you, holding you tightly, letting you know he'll never let you go again. "my beloved... i wish you told me..." he whispered as he rubbed your back as you sobbed into the crook of his neck. "i couldn't have... i didn't want to risk losing your trust... today was supposed to be my last day, my final mission–i never anticipated it would... it would be... you i'd have to murder... i'm sorry..." you choked out as peter kissed your cheek and held you closer.

"it's okay, my love... and no, you can never, ever lose my trust." he reassured you with a soft voice. "even though... i kept secrets from you?" "there are some things you'd rather keep from me in fear... that i'd never understand you." he said as he slowly pulled away and wiped a tear away from your eye. "but i'm more than willing to help get you out of this life, my dearest. i'm... still shaken that you... you could've killed me, but... i know you never wanted that, and i love you for choosing your own path, for... doing that." he said as he placed his hand on your cheek, and you held that hand of his.

"let's get out of here... and maybe, maybe we can live normally, together." he said as you got up and helped him to his feet, with you wiping the remaining tears in your eyes as you looked at your fallen comrades. "i'd... i really want that, peter. do you think i'm worthy of that life?" you asked him as he held your hand and smiles at you affectionately again. "if you're not worthy, then i'm certainly never going to be, not in a million years... because i can't live a peaceful life without you being in it, darling." he said as you wrapped your arms around his chest and held him close again. a meek thank you from you was heard by him, and that was all he ever wanted to hear at that moment.

your long overdue closure with him finally would come in the form of a peaceful, domestic life with him–like you've both always dreamed of. maybe then, just maybe... you could finally find peace within yourself when you see the way he looks at you, even after all that chaos. because when he looks at you... he can see a changing heart, one that never wanted to dirty itself nor harm the world, one that beat for him–and one that tried their hardest to amend their ways and let him love them wholeheartedly.

a/n: i was hoping to make this shorter but UUEUEUUEUEUEUEUE

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @sabcandoit @luvstarrstruck @connors-cumslurper @fictarian @ii01vq

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x y/n #spider noir x you #spider noir angst #atsv #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #atsv angst

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konigsmissedbeltloop · 3 months

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i love studio ghibli an insane amount so, for ghost x reader who fits them the best? :33 if this does well I’ll do the other boys 💐💐

#cod #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #141 x reader #cod 141 #cod x y/n #cod x you #cod x reader #studio ghibli #studio ghilibi #ships #fandom ships #self ship #boxiirambles 🎀🩷

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telleroftime · 3 months

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Kakashi x Reader but it's a Princess Mononoke AU. Kakashi is Ashitaka and Reader is Sen. I don't know, something about Reader saying "That's enough! I'm not listening to you anymore!" and Kakashi answering with "You're... beautiful..." seems really attractive to me right now. He seems like he'd be self sacrificing enough to do that. And hopelessly romantic enough to say that.

Alternatively, ANBU!Kakashi is Sen and the Reader is Ashitaka. Kakashi asking Reader why they stopped him from killing someone and Reader, barely awake, answers with "I didn't want you to die." It could work, especially when you consider Kakashi with his dogs.

#kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake #toonce ideas #this is some strong Kakashi brain rot if I'm pulling out Ghibli AUs #not strong enough for me to talk about Nausicaä which is my favourite #but I wouldn't be surprised if I whip something up regarding it

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nesssblog · 2 years

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"Why did I click that link?!" (Yandere Ghibli x Reader)

𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

"I should really do my schoolwork. But I suppose one movie wouldn't hurt." Y/N yawned as they grabbed the remote, paying no mind to the ever-growing notifications of the deadlines for their schoolworks blaring on their laptop.

'I'll do it, tomorrow. In the morning...' They groaned, It was pretty late at night, so they needed a break.

Scrolling through Netflix' assortment of movies, they noticed that their favorite Ghibli Movie was no longer available in Netflix, to their dismay. They sighed, and thought of another way to watch it. An idea popped up in their head, albeit not a smart one. "Guess it's time to use those sketchy websites F/N suggested..." They groaned, reaching out for their laptop with the little energy they have left.

They scrolled through the various links in Google, most of them had a purple hue, due to Y/N's past habits with watching with those sites. They knew very well that although they had the movie they were looking for, they would be bombarded with pop-ups and weird ads in their face. Plus, The last site gave Y/N's laptop a really bad virus, so that was a no for them.

They eventually chose a site that seemed safe, and searched for their desired movie. Luckily for them, it was available. They muttered out a small 'yes!' in excitement, and clicked the movie. Surprisingly, It started a few seconds after clicking, no weird ads, no buffers, and no random singles in your area. Y/N started to watch the movie with a contented smile.

While watching the movie, Y/N felt off. Normally, they would have focused on the movie, but they felt like something was wrong. This lingering aura surrounded them, leaving a sour taste in their mouth. They brushed it off, and kept their eyes on the film.

Their eyes drooped, and they started to feel light-headed. Is this their body's way of saying 'GO TO SLEEP RIGHT NOW YOU LITTLE-' or was it something more sinister? As the movie went on, the tiring feeling slowly consumed them bit by bit, until they fell asleep on the table. With the movie still playing, the laptop gave out sparks, and turned off by itself. A shadowy figure grinned at them, and closed the laptop. A bright blue mist covered the figure and Y/N, and they were gone in a flash. Leaving only their laptop and unfinished schoolworks behind.

̸̩̺̔͊̔͒̉̐Ỳ̷̨͔͚͇͉͈̟̥̝͒̈́͌͌a̷̛͇̱̎̔̿͘̚͘n̴̢͉̭̰̉́͊͘͝͠d̴̲̠̜̮̝͌̀̏̋̈e̶̲̺̪͗̋̽̏͛̂͌̃ṙ̵̹͈̲͔̭̩̭̤̪̣͌̽͗̐͆͒̑̓ę̷̖͓̫̜͉̠͙͂̐͜ͅş̶̼̙̟̫̙̱͇̞͋ ̸̨͇̳͉̦̭͗̓̌̏̏͂͝͝͝!̷̪̙́̓͑͋͠

(well, some of them-)

Howl Jenkins Pendragon

"Careful. Haven't you heard the rumors about me?"

"I'm just keeping you out of harm's way. Isn't that what lovers do?"

Prince Justin

"Ah, hello! Are you one of Howl's companions?"

"He already has Sophie, now it's my time to take your heart."

Haku

"You shouldn't be here. It's too dangerous."

"No spirit will ever separate us apart. I'll make sure of it.."

Lin

"Wait, you're that human who came out of nowhere!"

"Say, you're not bad. For a human, I guess."

Ashitaka

"You want to come with me? No. It's too risky for you."

"You should've stayed at the village."

San

"Intruder! Are you affiliated with that evil woman?"

"You shouldn't leave, stay with me."

Lady Eboshi

" Are you acquainted with that wolf girl, perhaps?"

"Whoever stands in my way for your love, shall be eliminated. I assure you."

Kaguya-hime (platonic)

"You're just like me. You're not from here, are you?"

"I must take you to the moon with me, If it means keeping you safe from them. Forever."

Sutemaru

"Little Bamboo's friend, right? Nice to meet you."

"It's a blessing for me to have met you, now we can leave this all behind!"

Prince Ishitsukuri

"You're saying that Princess Kaguya chose a peasant like you, over me?"

"I will worship the ground you walk on, and I humbly request you to be my partner for evermore."

Middle Counselor Isonokami

"What did Princess Kaguya see in you?"

"No treasure measures how much my heart longs for you."

The Mandrake

"You're not her, and you never will be."

"......."

And we welcome you, dear reader, to the beautiful world of Studio Ghibli!

(i dunno if this'll ever have a chapter 1, but comment below which movie you want Y/N to port to first lmao)

#my writing #yandere x reader #yandere ghibli #im so sorry for this #sorry for ruining the tags

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redskull199987 · 1 year

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Current Requests:

(if you made a request, it will be listed here. If you can't find it, please message me.)

Requests are closed temporarily. The requests from this list will be uploaded and afterwards, I'll open the Requests again

Wattpad: -Peter Pevensie x female!reader (JulzLovDraco4Eva) -Dick Grayson x male!reader (lasairius) -Feyd-Rautha x female!reader (WackusBonkusIsZaddy)

Tumblr: -Esme Cullen x femme or ftm reader (zoomdeathknight) -Charles Leclerc x male!reader (anonymous) -Charles Leclerc x ftm!reader (anonymous) -Ivar x male!Spirit!reader (anonymous) -Ashitaka x male!tsundere!reader (anonymous) -Mike Schmidt x ftm!reader (they-came-from-jersey) -William Afton x female!reader (Roxanneafton) -Vanessa x male!platonic!reader (anonymous) -Mike Schmidt x male!reader (anonymous) -Mike Schmidt x fem!reader (anonymous) -Vanessa x female!reader (anonymous) -Paul Atreides x male!servant!reader (anonymous) -Miguel and Robby general relationship headcannons

#Tumblr #Os #Oneshots #Requests #Headcannon #Fanfic #Fanfics #x reader #Max Verstappen #Newt Scamander #William Moriarty #ragnar lodbrok #Lagertha #Charles Leclerc #fnaf #mike schmidt

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ariana-senpai · 4 years

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Princess Mononoke Preference

How they act when they’re in love

(For anon)

Ashitaka

After realizing that he was in love with you, Ashitaka would be more open with you. He’d be quick to tell you about his feelings (in a slightly indirect manner,) and would show his tender side more often. He’d still give you your space when you wanted it, but he’d always be there for you.

San

After realizing that she was in love with you, San would get a little awkward. She wouldn’t want to admit to herself that she felt that way, so she’d initially try to push you away. But once she came to terms with it, she’d love you as fiercely as she could; having your back and always telling you what she thought.

Lady Eboshi

After realizing that she was in love with you, Eboshi would want to show off some of her work, but in a low key way. She’d want to share her plans with you and would want the villagers to take a liking to you as well. It’d almost seem like she were trying to prepare you for a leadership role.

Toki

After realizing that she was in love with you, Toki would get flirtatious and also give you a hard time, but never in a purposefully mean way. She’d also try to make you a little jealous initially to see how you react, but she’d clear it up once she confessed her feelings.

#princess mononoke #mononoke hime #preference #studio ghibli #ashitaka #san #lady eboshi #jigo #toki #princess mononoke preference #mononoke hime preference #reader insert #ashitaka x reader #san x reader #lady eboshi x reader #jigo x reader #toki x reader

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manias-wordcount · 21 hours

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hiya! just got my wisdom teeth pulled a few days ago. so I’m in need of an Ashitaka x reader rn.

👉👈 can I maybe get an Ashitaka x F!Reader who’s his wife maybe? Shes maybe a month pregnant and goes on the journey with him. and their relationship is absolutely adorable and cute. occasional bickering. she’s also a demon a kitsune. but his tribe didn’t know cause she kept it hidden so only he knew and still decided to marry her.

the fic ends with them reuniting as he returns to iron town. her running into his arms with bandages covering her legs and arms after being injured in the battle..

Home (Ashitaka x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀, 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝟭𝗞 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗟𝗢𝗟. 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁! 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗳𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲. 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝘆𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

He doesn’t what to think when he comes back and sees Iron Town completely destroyed.

It was what he was expecting. He had seen so much devastation come about from this battle. From greed. But he’s only human. He’s only a man- only one person. And so, his heart races fast and beats hard out of his chest as he rides Yakul down the mountainside to the site of where Iron Town once stood. Even after he had returned its head and made peace with the forest and his curse, he knew fear. Even after the spirit had washed over him and the rest of the valley, he knows anxiety. And so, he rides swiftly. And he searches. And he begs in his mind and prays to all of the gods and spirits he knows- including the one who just had to die to let the forest have a chance to live again for a chance to see you again.

And he does.

Although to be fair, you see him before he sees you. And he hears you before he sees you. But at the sound of your voice- at the sound of your shout of his name- everything slows down. Because he turns his head. Because finally, he sees you. The second he does, he knows he’s home. Because his home is where you are, after all.

And it starts as a sigh of relief that he didn’t know he was holding in. A feeling of long-awaited homecoming. Of freedom, even. Despite having seen you mere hours ago. But he can’t help it. You were put in harm’s way. You were stuck in Iron Town- fighting a battle you had no business fighting in. A battle that someone else caused. A battle that he dragged you into.

And now, you’re in the middle of the lake with the rest of the people from Iron Town- having escaped the black death that had flowed from the mountainside. But the numbers. The numbers have thinned. He swears, there used to be more people in Iron Town than this. But then he spots you picking up the bottom of your dark blue kimono, soaked by the water, as you begin to run towards him. Behind you are Toki and Kohroku, and a few other familiar faces. They look grim but alive. But it’s not them he focuses on. It can’t be them he focuses on. Not while the sound of your legs splashing in the water as you make your way towards him. Not while he’s dismounting from Yakul, ready to meet you halfway. Not while you’re so, so close that he can see every fresh bruise and cut and bandage wrapped around your body.

Not while he’s just so close to you.

And the second you make contact with each other, it’s just about a couple feet into the lake. The water is at his knees, but he doesn’t care about getting wet. Because now, your arms are around his shoulder, and your head is tucked into his shoulder. His hands are able to squeeze themselves around your waist. And your bodies are able to melt into each other’s. Your bodies are able to hold each other. Something he truly thought he wasn’t going to be able to do anymore. Something he almost lost. Something he could have lost.

“Ashitaka” You murmur his name. It’s a sound so sweet and so perfect that he can’t help but hold onto it at this moment. So he holds you tighter. So he holds you longer. Presses his lips against every single inch of your skin that he can find and promises to himself that he’ll never part from you again if he can help it. And so help him, he will. Even if it kills him, he will. “I was so scared, Ashitaka. We lost so many.”

The way you whimper. The way you whisper out your fears and your sadness to him nearly kills him. But you’re alive. The forest is alive. And not all of Iron Town has fallen. That’s what matters. Towns can be rebuilt. The forge can be lit anew. Bones can break. Wounds can heal. Scars can fade. But he just couldn’t lose you. Both of you.

“Shh, I know, I know…” He hushes you gently, pulling away just enough to look you in the eyes. There are tears dotting your cheeks. Threatening to spill over as your lip quivers and your body shakes. But he keeps an arm wrapped around you. Pressing your body into his as the water of the lake continues to lap at the two of you. But then he leans in close, pressing his forehead against yours while his hand travels down, down, and down. His voice gets serious and soft and relieved as you continue to stare deep into your eyes, his hand finally coming to rest on your stomach. “I’m just…so glad I didn’t lose you and the little one. I don’t know what I’d do…”

At that he trails off, watching as your expression morphs into slight surprise and realization at his words. Your eyes draw downwards as you put your over his and take a deep breath. Before nodding slowly. Still there, your wordless action tells him. The child that the two of you share- the one that’s growing slowly within your body- it’s still there. Even after all the stress. Even after all the fighting. He didn’t lose the two people he loves more than anything in the world.

“I had almost forgotten…” You say quietly. But he didn’t. He couldn’t have. You’re starting to show. It’s subtle. You haven’t grown that big yet. But he knows. And that’s why he never stopped thinking about you. About you and his unborn child. Because he almost lost you both. Because he almost lost you both. “...there was just…just so much-”

“Hey-” He calls out gently, cutting you off the second he notices your voice start to quiver more than he’s comfortable with. His hands squeeze at your body, and you respond by holding a little tighter as your eyes flicker up to his momentarily. “Let’s not worry about that right now, okay?”

You nod your head shakily. You don’t look convinced. Instead, you just breathe in and out slowly. Deep, deep breaths full of looming emotions that have yet to pass. So he tries again. This time, by holding you impossibly tighter than before. Like he’ll lose you if he lets go for even a second. Like he’ll wake up and find out that he’s still in the battle. Still in the war. Far, far away from each other. From safety. From home.

“Hey, don’t worry about that anymore, okay?”

But he’s not. And you’re not either. So he just has to remind you that. He has to remind you of what home feels like. Of what home is. Of who home is. And how it’ll always be…

“We’re home now, my love.”

…wherever you find each other.

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