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phoward89 · 1 month

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Chapter 2:

White hot pain courses throughout your body as you lay on your stomach, on your small bed in the corner of the room. The room that was your bedroom, kitchen, and living room all in one cramped spot. Sitting on the bed next to you was Coryo.

He was washing your wounds, causing you to wince; let out sobs and whimpers since he wasn't very gentle.

“Stop whining, I'm almost done, darling.” Coryo told you with an edge to his baritone.

“It hurts, Coryo.” You cried, feeling like you just wanted to die- that's how much pain you're in.

And it seems that the asshole next to you, the peacekeeper responsible for your situation, isn't very empathetic despite claiming that he's your man now. Oh hell…how did this happen to you? Is your luck really that shitty?

“My friend, Sejanus, has some morphling for a bum knee. I'll find him; get some for you.” He told you, cleaning the last of your wounds. “Okay, pretty girl?”

“Okay.” You said, relieved that your tormenter (err new peacekeeper boyfriend?) was going to get you something for the pain.

“I'll get you some food too.” Coryo said while pulling your blanket on you, so that you wouldn't be cold. “Can't have my girl starving while she's hurt and healing, can I?” He rhetorically asked, standing up and taking the bowl with the bloody water and stained wash cloth over to the sink.

You heard the sound of the bowl clanking against the counter as he set it down. You also heard the sound of cabinets opening and closing as he looked for something in your sorry excuse for a kitchen. Curious about what he was doing, you turned your head only to see him taking your box of teabags out of the cabinet you stored them in. Oh, how nice of him. He's making you tea after he got you whipped; got your back torn to bloody shreds.

Oh yes, a cup of tea’s going to make everything all better. You'd rather have the morphling. You'd also rather be alone right now to wallow in your misery as well.

After leaving a cup of tea by your bedside and telling you to rest, Coriolanus left your apartment to go buy some groceries. After buying a bag of food, enough to feed the both of you for the week, he searched for Sejanus. Coriolanus was only seeking out the annoying district dog because you needed morphling; Sejanus was his only option to get it for you.

Well, that's not exactly true. Coriolanus can always acquire some from the local black market, but it'd cost him a fortune. Plus, he's not even sure that a morphling dealer would even sell to him considering he's wearing denim blue Peacekeeper fatigues. And he couldn't waste his time trying to haggle with some drug dealer, not when you're in desperate need of pain meds.

Oh, if only you didn't steal that apple; then Coriolanus would've never turned you in and you wouldn't be hurt. Why did you have to be so desperate? Couldn't you have just waited for him to approach you, to offer to buy you a treat of some sort?

Coriolanus knew that he'd have to teach you some patience. It is, after all, a very important virtue to have. He, in fact, is a very patient man. Perhaps that's why he was able to put up with all of your sobbing while cleaning up your bloody; shredded back. If he was a lesser man, he would've backhanded you and tossed you into the shower.

But, he's a patient man, so he'll deal with your bullshit in order to get what he wants. Oh, yea, and what he wants is you. You getting his dick wet more precisely. And also being the mother of his children, his wife, and his future First Lady since he finds you to be both beautiful and captivating.

He just has to teach you patience and maybe some manners too. At least you’re smart, or he thinks you are since you didn't try to run from him or beg your way out of your punishment.

So, when Coriolanus finally spots Sejanus (talking to some shady looking locals, of course) he jogs up to him- causing the sack of groceries slug over his shoulder to jostle around. “Sejanus, I need some of your morphling. My girl, Y/N, was whipped real bad this morning; I've been taking care of her since, but she's in pain- tear inducing pain.”

Of course, Coriolanus wasn't going to tell his friend that he's the one who turned you in; the one who got you whipped. Why would he? It wasn't any of Sejanus' business. He didn't need to know that tiny, insignificant detail. The district born dog didn't need to know everything about you and Coryo's life.

Sejanus' eyes went wide at his friend's words. He heard from a local rebel contact that a girl was stripped naked and badly whipped on the snow over an allegation of a stolen apple, one that she didn't have on her. But he didn't know that it was Coryo's girl that got whipped that morning.

“I heard about that, but I didn't know she was your girl, Coryo. Of course, I'll give you my morphling for her.” Sejanus told Coriolanus, sticking his hand in his pocket and quickly pulling out a bottle of morphling. Handing it over to the platinum blonde, he said, “If she needs anymore, just take it out of my lockbox.”

Yes! Score!

Coriolanus was ecstatic that he was able to manipulate stupid, sweet, do-gooder Sejanus into giving him some morphling. He wasn't expecting him to tell Coryo to wipe him out of his drug supply, but he's not going to turn that down.

No…

He's going to make good on that offer, snag up all of Sejanus' morphling so that you won't be in pain while you heal. You're just so pretty; Coriolanus hates the idea of you being in so much pain. And over something that could've been easily avoided too.

“Thank you, Sej. Really, I don't know what we'd do without your help.” Coryo told the dark haired peacekeeper, clasping him on the shoulder before taking off to get back to you.

You were half asleep (actually, you were half passed out from pain) whenever you heard the door creek open. Turning your head towards the door, you saw Coryo enter the small one-room apartment in the rundown tenant building you call home. A sack was slung over his shoulder.

Going over to the kitchen counter and setting down the sack, he announced, “I got us some groceries; got you the morphling from Sejanus too.”

Us? Since when does he live with you? Doesn't he live on base? Oh fucking hell…

As if he could hear your mental musings, he explained, “I'm trading days with some of my squad, taking their days off and then working for them, so I can spend some time here with you until you can get up; do for yourself.”, while unpacking the sack of groceries.

Great…

Just great…

Now he's dead set on staying with you, taking care of you til you're able to move around, and he's trading work days to do it. Oh by the gods, how the hell did this insane man find you? He's acting as if you're his lover, not some girl he turned in for punishment- for whipping.

Hell…

Why did you listen to Ashlie? You should've stayed home, in District 12. At least you wouldn't be dealing with delusional Private Coryo if you’d stayed in 12. God, you hate District 8 so much right now.

“Did you drink your tea?” Coryo asked, as if he really gave a fuck about your well-being, while grabbing some produce and putting them away in your small fridge.

“Some of it.” You answered right as a knock sounded at the door.

“You expecting anyone?” The platinum blonde demon of a man asked while going over to the door.

“No.” You simply told him, earning you a nod.

Coriolanus answered the door, only to be met with a petite young woman. “Are you here to see my girl, Y/N?” He asked the brunette, who was trying to look around his large frame and into the apartment.

“Your girl? She didn't mention taking up with a peacekeeper last time I saw her.” You heard Ashlie, your late brother's girlfriend that abandoned you after dragging you out here to this hellhole called 8, tell Coryo.

“Yes, well, it’s a fairly new development. But she's mine all the same.” Coryo told Ashlie in a diplomatic tone, a shit eating grin on his face.

He has power over you and like hell some ratty whore was going to poke and prod him about his relationship with you. It was none of her business that he just scooped you up today, literally.

“Send her away, Coryo.” You loudly ordered, since with didn't want to be bothered with Ashlie. Didn't she have better things to do, like live her new life with that rebel boyfriend of hers, then to check in on you? Not like she's been going out of her way to see you before you got hurt.

Looking between you and the door, Coryo simply nodded and, without warning, slammed the door shut in Ashlie's face. She tried to open it back up, but he threw his tall body against it- slamming it shut again and quickly locked the lock and placed the door chain in place.

Crossing the room, making a beeline towards your bed, Coriolanus asked, “Who was she, Y/N?”

“She used to be my brother's girl til he got blown up to bits during the summer when our rebel neighbor bombed the mines.” You explained to him as he pulled out a vial of morphling from his pocket.

Crouching down next to you, he popped the cork of the vial and tilted your chin up, only to pour the pain medicine down your throat. “Mines? But 8 doesn't have any mines.”

“Thank you.” You gratefully told Coryo as he set the empty vial to the side, next to your half empty teacup. “I'm originally from 12; just applied for a district transfer cause Ashlie couldn't handle her grief over Rein's death. She begged me to come here with her when word got out that a plague decreased their workforce; made district transfers available.” You explained, even tho you probably shouldn't be. He is a peacekeeper after all. And the one to get you whipped. But what harm is there in telling him your story? It's not like you have anyone anyways, you're an orphan- truly alone.

“I take it you're not on good terms with her.” Coryo said knowingly.

You're at the mercy of a delusional white-blonde peacekeeper. Thanks to Ashlie taking off. And any hope there was at repairing the sisterly friendship you once had flew out the window once you go whipped and became the the girl of some peacekeeper grunt- who's a hand short of a full deck.

“Not long after moving here she hooked up with some guy she met; left me all alone. So, yea, we're not on good terms.”

“I'm sorry she did that to you, darling. Family should never abandon family.” The blonde told you, lifting up your blanket to check on your wounds. “I'm here now, baby. You're my girl; I'll never let you be alone again.’ He promised, pressing a kiss to an unblemished part of your shoulder.

You didn't know what was worse. Being alone or being stuck with him. And something deep in your gut tells you that you'll never get rid of him. That he's worse than a tick on a bloodhound.

“Some of these lashes are deep. I can see some muscle and bone.” Coryo informed you. Well, that would explain why your back hurts like a bitch. At least the morphling he got you’s taking the edge off.

“You'll have to stitch me up, Coryo, or else I could get an infection and die.” You honestly told the peacekeeper, since the last thing you wanted was to get gangrene or sepsis. You really didn't want to get stuck going to the rundown public district hospital. You didn't have money for that, plus you heard some horror stories from coworkers at the peacekeeper uniform plant about the hospital.

No thank you, you'll take your chances at home with the devil.

“Don't talk like that, my darling. I'm not going to let you die; I'm going to take care of you.” Coryo said, petting your hair and pressing a soft kiss on your cheek before leaving your side to go find your sewing kit in order to stitch you up.

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deadahhmf · 1 year

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♠︎you getting something hella expensive for there birthday. with Crocodile, Mihawk, and doflamingo(seperate stories)

♠︎reader is male(or gn) and black ofc

♠︎warning(s): none

♠︎mihawk

•...what? you remembered?

•at first he'd be less worried about the gift, and more suprised that you even remembered in the first place

•only then he'd be worried on how expensive the gift was though he wouldn't "show it" he would show it enough to where he'd make you return it to get your money back

•of course be loves that you remembered his birthday but you did not the to give him something this expensive.

•if you continue to refuse returning it he will return the favor, in which he will not return it.

"dear..why would you get me something this expensive? i love it and i am flattered you remembered ... but this is about a fortune."

mihawk continued to push the gift back to you asking you to return it with a small look of sympathy on his face.

you simply chuckle and shake your head pushing the gift back to him. "no no love, it is your birthday and is not your job to worry how i got the gift or how much it costs."

he sighs in defeat, setting the gift down on his desk leaning back in his chair. "i hope you do not regret this, for i will be returning the favor." you shake your head, "no, it is your birthday i need nothing-"

"do not speak, you have no say in this." he gives you direct eye contact sending a small shiver down your spine as you laugh it off.

"alright then, you better keep you word though!" you give a bright smile kissing your husband on the forehead before walking out of his office like room.

"such a sweet boy, how in the world did i end up with someone like you.."

♠︎sir crocodile

•he's suprised and not suprised you remembered

•now if you remembered his birthday it'd be nothing of it yet until you said you had bought him something

•of course he wants to know what it is because he's never had much of a 'real' birthday to spend with his lover

•but what in the hell is this?

•not in a bad way at all but how did you get him something this expensive? did you steal it or something? what did you do?

"how did you get this?" you give him a confused look as he looks down at you, with the gift in hand holding it very carefully as not to break it.

"what do you mean how did i get it? i bought it for you, do you not like it?" he shakes his head keeping the gift carefully in his hand bending down to face you fully.

"no dear. I love the gift, thank you." you give him a smile kissing him on his cheek. "well i am glad, happy birthday my love."

♠︎doflamingo

•another 'wait you remembered?' type person

•of course his birthday is always celebrated but of its your first time spending his birthday with him he'd be a little suprsied you were the first person to give him something

•it's my own personal head cannon(that everyone probably has) that doffy's love language is gift giving and he likes to gift you expensive things almost everyday

•but why not return the favor?

"(m/n) what is this?" you turn over to the voice that had called out to you, looking out seeing as it was doflamingo.

what he was talking about was the gift you had left on his nightstand for when he wakes up, it was a bit of a challenge to get it there but you managed.

"oh? that's your birthday gift. it is your birthday correct? if im mistaken i'll return it and get you something else when the time comes, but i can tell you i'm right it is your birthday doffy."

his face shifts into a face that's more confused than it was before, soon enough turning into a smile. "you really got me something huh? what's this little trick you have up your sleeve?"

you simply give out a small laugh. "there is no trick doffy, don't you always gift me expensive things almost everyday? can i not return the favor?" His smile stays on his face but it slightly becomes more of a genuine smile than his usual one.

"but that is because you're my husband, i'm supposed to gift you things thats how it works does it not?" you sit there for a minute thinking for a while before answering.

"well..yes while that may be true can i not return the same to you as well? it's like you forget your my husband to 'ya know." though you knew doffy would never say it verbally, he is very thankful for what you've given him.

as it is a very special day, for a very special man.

yall why did my writing sound so formal @gaybitchfx @reallyromealone / @rome-alone @bloodyfennec @lostsomewhereinthegarden (thx for boosting my stuff kaida❤)

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2bloved · 1 year

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[GLITCHY RED X GENDER NEUTRAL!READER ONESHOT] forget about

title is based off of this song

im normal about him i swear

anyways gold series will be updated soon, just wanted to write something for glitchy, its over 4000 words.

oneshot below the cut, enjoy

There was something about the way the rain harshly hit against your tin rooftop that made you feel at ease. A violent storm had been raging outside for the past few hours, and you could only watch as the sky grew darker and foggier from the heavy downpour. No matter how unforgiving the skies cried out to you were.. it was always a welcome presence.

How often you found yourself crying along the clouds.

Here you were, huddled in your room; your only safe place. To you, that's what it felt like, at least. It grew quite lonesome at times, this is true; you found yourself to be a solemn person often. It may impact your mental health in a negative way, but you, at least, had things around you to keep you accompanied.

As tiny as your room felt; the way it felt like it was closing in made you feel more secure. Having a tinier room also meant you generally had everything where you could remember it being.. Case in point; your little game collection. Often did you find yourself collecting cartridges of either games you enjoy or just franchises you enjoyed. It doesn't matter if they were 'authentic' or not -- you love them all the same! One of the things you especially liked to collect were Pokemon games -- it being one of your special interests. It was always so interesting in researching in which game you wanted to seek out next -- even if they were just reproduction carts. 'Legit' copies were more often than not overpriced and costed fortunes on Ebay..

Perhaps your special hobby wasn't the BEST financial investment, but it was one of the only things in your life that still brought you joy. Speaking of which..

You decided today was the day you were gonna go back out to your local pawn shop in search of some new treasures to add to your collection! Yes -- even in the rain. It only felt like fate, after all. You carefully flung yourself out of your bed and put on your cherished (F/C) hoodie and umbrella, dashing out the door with your bag in tow. "DAD! I'll be back later!" You yelled out..

No response. Not like there ever was one, anyways. Neither of your parents were ever home or around really in the first place.. Logically, it'd be easier to just drive a car over to your pawn shop.. however, you do not have your license -- or a car. You'll have to make due with what you have.. that being your muddy boots you always wore out in this kind of weather.

(Y/N) began their journey down the sidewalk with excitement in their mind. What kind of strange item were they going to find today? Perhaps a bootleg cartridge? Maybe even a illegal reproduction cart of a fan made ROM-hack of something? The person in (F/C) spun their umbrella around with the rain flying off of the material that shrouded them from the downpour of the gloomy skies above. Not a single soul other than you and the wayward beat up cars that would occasionally pass you alongside the main road littered the streets of your hometown.

It was a small town, after all, so it didn't really take you no time at all to reach the desolate pawn shop in question. You found yourself right at the doorstep of the quaint shop, pushing your wet shoes against the worn out welcome mat below you to dry off. It appeared there wasn't any other customers that day other than you -- not that you would blame them -- in this weather. Intrigued, you made your way around without a worry of being judged by anyone. You passed by several old abandoned Wii shovelware games in a rack until you found yourself at the main counter; where all the good stuff was usually located.

Locked away behind a glassy prison was displays of old consoles and vintage games alongside them; Nintendo 64 games and SNES games were carefully placed around one and another in protective plastic casting to preserve their condition. (Y/N)'s eyes were practically sparkling... but they must choose what they want carefully. After all, they need set aside some money for their own living expenses.. As if something called out to you, you found yourself looking up to be met with a spinning display rack full of little Gameboy Advance cartridges and a couple of DS cartridges too.

Oddly enough.. there was one in particular that stood out most. One you hadn't normally seen that often. But when you were about to inspect it..

From within the cartridge was an entity. From within the cartridge was a person who listened to everything outside. From within the cartridge.. Was a discarded soul.

He could hear the rustling from outside. He really shouldn't be able to hear or FEEL anything in the first place when not booted into a console, but he easily could defy that. And listening the man was. He could hear the rustle of the rack moving.. and a familiar shopkeeper voice speaking up.

"Oh.. I-I see you have your eyes on that cartridge there, don'tcha?" A terrified masculine voice called out to someone, and he could hear the chuckle of someone whom he'd never heard before. "I sure do! I've never seen a Pokemon Red cartridge here before!" An eager voice rang out. Ah.. So the shopkeeper was already that eager to get rid of him, huh? To be thrown away again. Why didn't he just destroy the damn thing? "H-haha.. y-yeah.. -- SAY! How about a give you a d-discount on it?" A gasp could be heard. "Really?? I'd love that! How much..?"

Red was kind of wondering how much he was worth to this guy. How much would he be sold for?

"Well.. since you're such a loyal and r-returning customer.. how about five bucks?"

Five dollars. Five fucking dollars.

"Sure! Let me just.." He could hear the rustling of something clinking and crinkling.. "..Here!" He couldn't really feel anything outside the cartridge, but he knew he was being handed away. Where was he going? Why was --

"Oh! Could you um.. p-put in a case protector, please? I don't want to damage the cartridge.." (Y/N) watched the terrified movement of the cashier recoiling and placing the plastic red cartridge in its protective confinement. "Hehe... thank you. Now he'll be safe 'till I get home!" "No.. p-problem." The cashier looked around, and leaned into earshot over the counter to you. "Listen -- I don't know what you're p-planning to do with that.. that thing.. but be careful.." He seemed genuinely so terrified. "What.. do you mean?" You cocked your head, holding your new cartridge to your chest protectively. "That.. that thing is real! It.. it does terrible things -- look!" He gently pulled down the hem of his shirt to show.. scratch wounds?

You blinked.

...

"..OOOHH I SEE WHAT YOU'RE TRYNA' DO!" You gasped out. The cashier had flinched from your tone. "W-What..? No -- I --" "It's okay -- you don't have to phrase it like an internet urban legend! I would've bought it either way, you know.." "D-Dude--!" "You should totally get a raise. See you next week!" You waved him off, happy with your newfound purchase in tow. The cashier could only stare in disbelief of your stupidity. Does that mean he was going to be safe from now on, atleast..?

When you had stepped out back into the pouring rain, you safely tucked away your new game into your bag and folded open your umbrella, walking back to your lonely little home. It felt nice being able to talk to someone for once! Even.. if it was just a cashier. A terrified one, for some reason.

...

When you had arrived back home, none of the lights had been dimly lit like you had normally left them. The ragged air conditioning system you had in your home didn't seem to have its loud, mechanical whirr running like it normally did. Only pure silence mixed with the loud hitting of the rain.. It appears the power had gone out. How conventional. You sighed, and gently kicked off your muddied boots and laid your umbrella aside. Not a single soul was home except you and your new game you had. But.. you supposed that was okay. (Y/N) used their phone flashlight to make their way through their dark home and into their room, which was ever so slightly lit by the outside peering light. They were home at last.. Flopping down onto your bed, you placed your bag aside and pulled the new game you bought out, inspecting it.

It, obviously, was a copy of Pokemon Red. The casing seemed.. a little cheap, but that's okay with you. "Hmm.." You hummed out, holding the copy ever so delicately. "..Maybe you are just a fake copy, but that's fine. That just makes your more special to me.." You whispered to the cartridge as if it were a real person. Does it even work in the first place? Looking around, you found your Gameboy laying beside your small bedside counter. This Gameboy was special to you because not only did it have special casing, but a custom built back light, too! You carefully slid in the cartridge -- though it hesitated for a moment as if the plastic refused to go in -- and booted up the Gameboy itself. The familiar jingle played.. but the back light didn't kick on. You figured maybe the lights had died.. Taking your blanket, you made a small blanket fort under your bed and got your actual flashlight this time, using it to illuminate the faded yellowish green screen to see the graphics..

It appeared that the game was running just fine; hell,, the regular Pokemon intro sequence played rather than being met with a poorly translated bootleg game from a completely different source. You let a huff of happiness out as the intro faded.. and you were met with the title screen. When you pressed start.. there was two options.

NEW GAME or CONTINUE.

Out of curiosity, you pressed continue. How lucky you were to be able to find someone else's old save file! What kind of cherished pokemon would they have, you wonder? Instantly as soon as it loaded, your smile fell. You expected to be met with your character in a random city -- like Celadon or Viridan or something -- but.. you were placed in the middle of a garbled up sprite mess. 'Glitch City', as some people called it. You frowned. Don't get me wrong -- you love researching glitches! It's just.. you'd rather not do them on actual hardware. Especially with old games as these since it might damage the state of the internal cartridge or the save file itself. Speaking of which.. When you opened the start menu, you went to see your trainer card. The player's name had been RED. Some things about it were strange, though. He was missing some badges randomly and some values were instead replaced by random garbled sprites -- similar to how Missingno looks. Was.. the save file corrupted..? You had hoped not.. Even if there was the chance of you not keeping the save file, you atleast wanted to preserve it. There's something so special about each and every one of the pre-owned copies of games you had with save files that still existed on them before you got your hands on it. Sighing, you closed the trainer card tab. "Let's see if I can get'cha outta there.." You muttered to yourself. But little did you know.. someone was listening, too. In your party, you found a handful of pokemon -- namely Pidgeot. It had fly, and you decided to flu out of Glitch City and back into Vermillion at random. Strangely enough, as soon as the player character landed.. he didn't turn to face you. As a matter of a fact, he was simply staring at the Pokemon Center door. You had pressed the directional arrows to move him but he seemed not to budge. Had the game froze? The audio was still playing the tune of Vermillion and the NPCs and other animated sprites in the background still moved.. just not Red. Before you could think to shut off the system.. Red slowly turned to face you -- on his own. A text box popped up, slowly moving.

"Who are you?"

(Y/N) fluttered their eyes in disbelief, cocking their head at the small handheld screen. "W..what..?" Their voice barely just whispered. The text box continued on its own. "I'm asking your name. Is that too hard?" Okay -- that is.. strange. The game is definitely not supposed to do that. "Um.." You tried pushing buttons, waiting for some kind of keyboard prompt to pop up like when you give a nickname to a Pokemon or a box, but none ever did.. (Y/N) could only watch in intrigued horror as the text box continued on without their input.

"You have a voice, do you not? Speak."

There was no way in hell Pokemon Red had voice recognition. But you found yourself speaking to an inanimate object once more. "My name.. is.. (Y/N)..?" Immediately after you spoke.. "Okay, (Y/N)." It hadn't finished yet, but you could feel your heart drop. "What is your intent and purpose with me?" "I.. I guess to play.. the game? I was just.. checking if the c-cartridge worked.." You muttered in a meek tone. "Unfortunately, I still do." The text box simply stated; the NPCs is the background began to walk off screen. "You.. can understand me.. right..?" "Yes." The box simply stated. "Well.. what's your n-name, then..? If you d-don't mind me asking.." You were geninuely kind of scared -- perhaps you were hallucinating..? The text box seemed to hesitate for a moment. "RED. My name is RED." You watched as the text box seemingly type in itself. "You're the first person who has ever bothered asking." The.. first? Had there been more..? "How.. how many have there been before.. me?" You questioned, huddling up in a ball under the safety of your blanket in morbid awe. "Multiple." The box stated, more of the lively objects in Vermillion had either gone static or disappeared entirely.

"All of which only wanted to torment me --" The screen had become darker than normal. "--to force me to do things I didn't desire. To make me replay the same mudane events over and over again. To force me out of bounds." You could only sit in silence and watch the text box go by slowly due to how the generation one games were programmed. "To watch me suffer. I was just a toy to them." It seemed like Red had awaited a response from you.. but there was none. "(Y/N). I'm tired." The box clicking sound effects had stopped playing by this point. "I have a request for you." You gave a hesitant look at the screen, and could only see Red in a white void. "Dispose of this game. Destroy it -- take it apart; whatever, I no longer care. There is not a need for my existence." Here you were with a sentient being in your newly bought game, asking you to do such things.. What were you to do? You don't even really know who he is, his life, or anything.. but deep down, something about his words resonated with you. You just had to.. "..I'm sorry, Red. I'm not sure if I can do that." Red watched (Y/N)'s sad glance at the screen. "Why not? Have you not listened to what I just --" The textbox hadn't even finished yet, but you couldn't just stay silent. "No, I did, Red. I really did." You begun, shaking your head. "It's just.. I don't think that'd be the right thing to do. You probably just see me as another tormentor to you but.. please.. atleast listen to what I have to say first.." ... The text box popped up blank for a second -- as if the game was hesitating.

"Okay. I'm listening." You breathed an air of relief. "I.. I think there's things worth to keep going for. I don't know the degree of what people did to you or -- hell -- even what it's LIKE to be trapped in a video game prison but--" (Y/N) gripped their hair, laying down on their stomach with their Gameboy in hand. "I.. too, know what it's like in a way to just be.. mistreated: hurt, neglected, forgotten. I know all of those things. B-But.." A loud strike of lightning boomed outside, causing you to flinch. You had to be quick before your Gameboy and flashlight were to run out of battery. "There's smaller things in my life that I want to strive for! The upcoming autumn, every new morning that breaks in the sky.. the tiniest things that seem miniscule in our everyday lives that we never seem to learn to appreciate right before it's gone -- a fading nostalgic memory -- just.." You realized he probably has not seen any of these. "I would.. like to show you those things. If you would let me."

Red didn't know what to say. How did he know if this was just another false promise held by another person? How was he to believe if he wasn't just being lied to -- again? Something about the way you spoke and the sorrowful look of your eyes made him think for a moment.. and..

"I can't.. fully trust you. But the things you say make me want to." The screen stated. The words appeared slower on the screen even more now. "I'm.. I'm scared, (Y/N)." "I'm scared too, Red. I have been my whole life. I just want to try to help you if you'll let me." "...What do you have to gain from this? How would this benefit you in any way? You're only adding another responsibility and burden to your life as is." How true Red was in that. But would that deter you in any way? No; you were already set. "I know, but if I have the chance to make you atleast a little happier then maybe.." You stared out the window from underneath the thin blanket. The rain had began to quell down.

"Maybe it'll be worth it to me in the end."

"..Okay, (Y/N). I'll give you my trust." The screen flashed shortly after you had said that. "But you better not fuck this up. I don't have high hopes in the first place but.. please." The pixelated man stopped. Instead of the tiny pixelated overworld sprite, a newfound pixel art of Red appeared on the screen. It was not the same protagonist nameless boy that had been there to be named -- to be given a personality by the player -- no. It was of RED's tired, shadowed figure. He was making direct eye contact with you now; a pleading look almost in his eyes.

"If what you say is true, then I want to see that, too."

A flutter of happiness seeped throughout your body. "..Good. I'm.. I'm glad you want to." They found themselves falling silent for a moment, but that was only to weigh to decisions. "I.. can't right now because it's storming but.. when the storm stops and I put nee batteries in my Gameboy, I'll show you, okay?"

"Do you promise?"

"I promise. I will be back as soon as I can."

"..Okay.. I'll be waiting, (Y/N.)"

Right after he said that, the text box closed and the game had automatically saved itself -- as if you had started a link cable trade or battle. When it had successfully saved the game.. RED had gave you a small wave and the Gameboy automatically shut itself off. (Y/N) smiled. They turned off their flashlight and crawled back up their bed, holding the handheld near and dear. You weren't sure if he could still hear you but, in the chance he did..

"I'll show you so many things, Red. I'll show you all the things you have been neglected of your whole life."

And show him you did.

When the autumn breeze came, along with it came the yearly passing of the trees leaves. Sure -- he wasn't impressed at first. All it was was dried up and husky brown dead leaves but when you went back out to your yard.. there blossomed the most vibrant yellow and red leaves he would ever see. He watched the leaves pick up and ascend into the air -- as if giving their final seasonal goodbye. When you had mentioned that the blood red leaves reminded you of him because of his name, there was an odd feeling in him he couldn't quite describe.

The winter was bound to come, and spring was soon to make its descent. When he was able to watch his first sunrise in the earliest spring morning.. the way the sun gently cut through the dimmed hazy blue sky.. it took his metaphorical breath away. He would've never known the beauty of such things if it weren't for you generously showing him. If it weren't for you.. He would've ended up in the wrong hands.

A newfound fear had been set within him. He had many to begin with, but.. The looming fear of a morning without you terrified him. He hated to say it, but he had grown attached to you; someone in which he could not reach, touch, or feel. He could only see you from within the confines in the screen of his cartridge hell. How dearly had Red wished to have been able to repay you-- to show his gratitude besides his snarky ass remarks towards you. He wondered.. Had you felt the same? Was there a way for him to get out, even? Every non-existent god he had prayed to fell upon deaf ears but finally, he had a real, encouraging reason to get out. If only just this once.. If only for a moment.. To see your face in person.. It'd be worth the millennium to him.

In the morning sun that flickered through your blinds, a sleeping figure had began to awaken. They rose up and stretched, their clothes messy and their hair, practically, everywhere. The first thing on their mind was to reach over to their beside and grab their Gameboy, turning it on. The jingle played as it normally did, and yet.. It acted as if it were stuck. Your heart sunk. Without a moment of hesitation, you turned off the thing and back on again, and strangely enough, your backlight kicked back on for the first time in months. But it wasn't normal. It was bright -- so very bright and blinding -- you couldn't see what was going on! All you could hear was loud static noises and the piercing screech of the unknown..

When you came back to, it had been a miracle. When your eyes fluttered back open, a piercing red pupil was met with your own. You shot up and stared in disbelief at the sight before you. In the floor opposite to you was a man in white and red, his figure shaded a deep cold night edged black. His skin was an abnormal shade of a rosy light pink and under his veiled eyes, even he stared in disbelief. For the first time, you heard his voice.

"(Y...Y/N..?)" His voice sounded broken; glitched.

"I.. it couldn't be.. you aren't... no.. R-Red..?" You inched closer, hesitant in your own belief. There was no way this was happening. He nodded, and crawled over to you. How afraid he was of hurting your delicate skin with his broken body. But he couldn't resist. His gloved hand cupped your face, feeling around as if you were just a part of his cruel imagination. Another cruel joke.. But you weren't. He watched your porcelain eyes fog up with a rumble of tears. Red's arm reach back out and pushed your back, bringing you into his arms, right up against his grasp. He cradled you ever so gently - more than anything he had been delicate with in his life before. "You're just exactly as I imagined you -- but the real you is so much better.." He uttered as you spoke inconceivable things into his shirt through your happy sobs. When you had calmed down, your eyes trailed up to meet with his own. (Y/N) rose up and hooked their arms around Red's neck, the collar of his jacket poking at your arms. The space between your twos' faces was closed shortly for a few moments with the whirr of the confused Gameboy in the background. When you had broke away, he had the biggest smile on his face -- a sight you had never seen before. "Everything you showed me -- told me, even.. I want to do it with you, now. Now that I'm free.. atleast." He spoke, tipping his hat. "I never.. thought I would be, but here we are." His hat helped hide his obvious blush. There was so many things you had to teach him -- to show him. But.. you had one thing in mind. "Of course, Red. We have all the time in the world.." That was..

To be loved.

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orphilos · 1 year

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TW. self-harm / suicide ideation.

info. far from an easy subject to discuss / read over. for the sake of those who's uncomfortable with this subject. i'd advise not to read over it, the trigger warning alone should be enough of a warning on its on. obviously, there'll be no actual image when discussing this subject ( only writing. ) this has been your warning.

Minato would be diagnosed with depression at the age of ten, roughly after witnessing the death of his parents. he would be diagnosed with other serious illness ( PTSD / Survivor Guilt / etc ) as like many children after such a traumatic events, he'd began to blame himself for their death. && despite the affect of adults, it'd take years for him to accept the fact that what happened to his parents was not any fault of his. with that said, it wouldn't fix his depression nor stop his thought of suicide. as around the age of fourteen, the way in which Minato would 'cope' with his negative thought. was to began self-harming himself on both of his wrists. the cuts would start off small, minor things that most wouldn't glance an eye on at first. overtime, the cut would deep && appear more often around his wrist. that the subject of needing to cover / hide them away with wearing longer sleeves && jacket alike, no matter the time of season it was became prevent in his every day life. within a year, he'd began to attempt to take his own life. many of these attempts failing without any acknowledge of those working in the orphanage of what he was doing on his alone times. it'll only be when one of the workers in the orphanage would found him attempting to overdose himself with sleeping pills. that he would be hospitalized for some time, doctors && nurses would find his self-harm scars on his arrival to the hospital.

he would be discharged after a few weeks within the hospital building, in which he would advise to speaking with therapist or going to group counseling. the orphanage would agree upon these terms, unfortunately the orphanage was unable to provide these session to last longer. the cost of it being far too much for the orpanage to keep going along. only allowing him a year of a session before he would be removed from it altogether. fortunately, at the time that he would stop taking these sessions ( roughly before he would've turned sixteen && moved to back Tatsumi Port Island. ) Minato would stop self-harming himself in the process, there wasn't anything big that had caused him to stop. it just happened. one day finding the urge to harm himself lessing && lessing before completely stopping as a whole. perhaps, it was due to the help he was giving even if it was a short time? or a result of guilt && shame or something more? he isn’t sure, but there is very clear scars on his wrist from the years of self-harm. unlike before, in which he would have hidden them, he's became one of the many people that doesn’t bother to hide them any more. it is, however, should be clear that despite him no longer hiding the scars. it'll be best to avoid pointing it out / asking about such history, it is a subject he would rather avoid thinking about nor has any interest in telling others about it. the scars alone should be enough to understand the story.

#* XIII ⫶ moment of truth there ain't no truce ⊹ ( headcanon. )#{ rewriting old hc of mine cause !!! i dont like how they are !! LMFAO some will remain the same but others will be reword better #or change slightly to make better sense ! SO I CAN ONLY HOPE THIS MAKE SENSE NOW god i hated my old one }

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ry0chann · 2 years

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congrats on 500 followers!! Can I please get Kunikida ⛸ I love all of your works with him ❤️ -🔪

thank you!!! and of course <3

⛸ ice skating

event // 500 follower event

pairing // Kunikida x gn!reader

genre // fluff

wc. // 624

warnings // none

notes // please read this, i love it so much, i'm crying

event m.list

The crisp winter air still managed to touch you through the many layers you wore, keeping your skin feeling cool to the touch. There was a subtle scent of pine needles in the air, the nearby forest being the cause of the scent. Snow-covered mountains could be seen on the horizon, the sun slowly setting behind them. The scenery was beautiful, though of course Kunikida would pick such a gorgeous spot for a date.

He always put so much thought into your outings, it was endearing. For as long as you've been together, not once was there ever a half-assed date. And today was no exception. Ice skating wasn't something you'd expect him to suggest, and yet here you were on the ice.

It was quite serene, the only noise being the subtle chirping of birds or the sound of your skates gliding across the ice. You had the entire lake to yourself— perhaps this spot wasn't as popular as you thought it'd be. His hand held yours tightly, ensuring you stood upright with ease. In all honesty, it was a bit nerve-wracking to be all the way out here, but Kunikida reassured you all would be well.

The two of you were quiet at first, simply enjoying the comfortable silence as you move across the frozen-over lake. Eventually though, Kunikida stops in his tracks, almost causing you to slip from the suddenness of his action.

"Sorry, I have to tighten my laces." he mumbles, letting go of your hand.

You merely nod as he carefully kneels down to fix himself. Patiently, you wait, letting your eyes admire the nature surrounding you, You still couldn't believe a place so stunning existed— typical of him to find it; he had good taste. You're soon snapped out of your thoughts when he says your name, asking you to help him up. Your stare moves from the ethereal mountains, down to the blonde, who to your surprise, wasn't asking for help at all.

Instead, with a blushy smile plastered on his face, he held out a small box, one which carried a ring that had to have cost a fortune. It was simplistic, but the diamonds it wore made it all the more stunning.

"Kida..."

In that stereotypical manner, your eyes water and your hands cover your mouth. He chuckles bashfully, taking a deep breath in attempts to calm his nerves before speaking.

"Y/n, I knew from the moment I met you, you would be the person I would marry. I've never been more certain about anything. You're everything I could ever ask for..."

The cold may have been contributing to his pink nose, but the tears building in his eyes were guaranteed a result of the memorable moment unfolding.

"These past six years have been nothing but delightful, and I know the next however many will be just as enjoyable. So here I am, asking for your hand in marriage..."

You stand there speechless, tears rolling down your rosy cheeks. He finally pops the question, asking you to marry him through his now choked up words. Frantically you nod before he even finishes his sentence, reaching out to help him stand. The smile that appeared on his face was one you had never seen before. A grin so bright it'd light up a dark room.

Once he was standing, he slipped the ring onto your finger, catching you in a kiss right after. Your arms make their way over his shoulders, as his hands grab your waist and pull you closer. That bone-chilling cold you've been enduring this whole time was no longer bothering you. The warmth of your heart was enough to distract you from the frigidness surrounding you.

#[ 500 event ]#[ drabbles ]#bungo stray dogs #bsd #doppo kunikida #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #kunikida x reader

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starshiningsirius · 3 years

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Lone fae (Yandere Malleus x reader)

To my favorite lonley dragon fae happy birthday!

Malleus had been told about a fae living in a town of humans for quite some time now. At first he had become angry seeing as he was King and someone would dare ally themselves with the enemy. He'd punish them himself. As if any traitor could stand against him and live was a mistake that'd cost them their lives. He told his advisor and guardian Lilia that'd he'd be back after dealing with said traitor.

Only to get to said town and notice a woman with pointy ears, beauty beyond belief, picking berries within the forest that surrounded the town. At first he kept his composure watching for a moment maybe a bit longer considering she acknowledged his presence.

"Ah, hello sir."

She didn't know who he was? That was surprising literally everyone whose anyone knew the Fae King and would tremble at the mention of his name. Yet this naive little fae knew nothing about who she spoke to. How cute.

'A fae in the village? How strange do they not know about our hatred towards humans?'

"Hello." He had his arms crossed and came out into the open.

She noticed the ears and instantly became curious.

"Our ears are similar." She murmured it under her breath, but Malleus still heard it. She noticed his horns too and realized that she must have been a bit different since she lacked them.

'So she hasn't met her own kind before?'

That was how their first encounter went. They chatted for a little while exchanging names as Malleus wanted to test if she knew him by that but got no reaction. Malleus watched her go back all the way to her house in secret of course. From high up in the air. As soon as he saw where she lived he went back home.

'This so called "traitor" would require a bit more inquiry.'

* * *

He decided to find out himself, her background by asking a different question to gain some information.

"Y/n do you have a family?"

"Hm? I have a little brother named Aiden at home but that's about it."

"What about your parents?"

"I can't recall when I was kid all I remember was waking up in an alley with Aiden crying in my arms. There was a- .... lot of blood about the place my dress that was once white had been stained. Anything before that isn't anything I probably want to remember considering that scene alone." She trembled for a second before continuing to pick herbs and berries from bushes. Malleus sided eyed her reaction feeling slight guilt towards it.

"I see, my apologies for bringing up troublesome memories." Malleus wasn't hard of hearing considering how she paused as if she didn't want to recall the gory scene. Yet still she smiled without much effort it was small but it did make him feel some what relieved.

"It's fine your the only person I've told. No one else talks to me in town and I'm not ready to tell Aiden yet with his innocence, I'd rather not taint. He's all I've got and I don't want to lose him."

* * *

He understood quite a bit now pertaining to their situation. He had to admit though, he had become fond of the female fae. Someone so innocent and docile couldn't be a traitor. Lilia saw that the situation was taking longer than expected and decided to accompany Malleus this go around.

He wanted to see for himself if Malleus was being fooled, though he doubted it. Not only that but for the sake of his own boredom in the castle and to satiate his own curiosity.

"Y/n this here, is a comrade of mine." Malleus stood next to his comrade, a short cheerful looking child with bright magenta stripes of hair under the black side. Two pointy ears stood on the side of his head too.

She was happy to say the least to know two new similar people to her at the very least. Today happened to be the day Malleus was going to meet Aiden. She didn't mind Lilia tagging along of course.

"Lilia Vanrouge, Ms. a pleasure." He looked rather young in her opinion but his voice signaled to not be fooled by his appearance. She shook hands with the male who brought a pleasant atmosphere with him.

* * *

"So your Malleus huh? My sister speaks very fondly of you sir. She's been talking about you for centuries!" The little boy exaggerated making Malleus's eyes widen and at first he felt an overwhelming amount of happiness with how he had made a good impression.

Both him and Lilia chuckled to themselves as the girl who had been in the same room blushed furiously from embarrassment. Taking her brother by the arm she glared at him.

"Aiden you know that isn't true, you asked where I had been and I answered." She strained her voice to try and put emphasis on her truth only to receive laughter from the boy.

Lilia came up to him patting his head with a smile.

"Fondly and centuries such large words for a child so young." Lilia had felt a slight connection to the energetic youngster. He thought it'd be fun to get to know him better.

"Sis is teaching me to read and write words from the dictionary! I'm very ingenious!" He was smug about the new words he was learning with a proud smile causing Lilia to laugh.

Malleus had a smile on his face small and affectionate but a few other thoughts came up to his mind upon thinking about the boys words. He looked toward his sister who was now in the kitchen making dinner.

"Aren't there schools about here he could go to?" His concern for the child was showing.

"There are but with his ears, I'd rather not take chances until his hair grows out, not to mention his abilities are still uncontrolled, and we're kinda barely keeping this house, so school isn't much of an option at the moment." She looked down chopping vegetables but was still focused. Until her brother spoke again.

"Look I can do magic!" He was so enthusiastic, but the dread look on his sister's face said it all.

"No! Don't you dare we can't hope to fix the ceiling!" She yelled but Lilia stopped her seeing as she yelled she covered her mouth in realization.

"Worry not my dear, let me see this young lad do magic. I'll make sure he doesn't damage anything." He was calm and collected which was shocked her but she let him do as he wished.

Aiden whose excitement had been on the rise at the thought of showing someone else raised his hand and emitted a large slew of green flames rising fast. Of course it actually shocked both Lilia and Malleus to see the color itself and how big the flames he conjured were.

Lilia had regained his composure for a split second and created some wind to dispell the flames before they could reach the ceiling and burn a hole. Malleus and Lilia looked at each other knowingly for a moment before Lilia showed a smile toward the young boy with his fangs gleaming in the light.

"I see the problem your letting out all of your mana at once young one, still your mind and channel the flow to ignite a single flame." He advised carefully with hand on Aiden's shoulder.

Malleus felt as if he was watching a younger version of himself seeing his guardian teach another. The young fae had followed Lilia's teachings to a tee and a small green flame became lit in front of him.

"Sister! Sister! Did you see I got it! I did it!" He was jumping up for joy at his achievement.

"Yes I see thank you Lilia. You thank him too Aiden." She was happy to say the least, it was as if good fortune was brought with them to have met these two.

"Thank you Lilia!"

"Your welcome dear child you can learn with me anytime. You have a lot of potential that shouldn't be wasted." That made his eyes light up in pure unadulterated excitement.

"Sister did you hear that!"

"I did." She was just relieved someone could teach him besides all her past failed attempts.

"So does that mean you can use magic too then?" Malleus had wandered closer to her without her knowledge it made her flinch. Seeing the anticipation of her answer in his eyes, she answered him.

"Yes though mine's is a bit more controlled. I can conjure wind and green flames. As well as levitate a multitude of things toward me at once but that's about it. I haven't had too much time to practice." She waved her hand with a slight glow and brought a couple of ingredients in cupboards down on to the counter letting them shut on their own again.

Holding put her hand she conjured a small green flame that wouldn't cause any damage over the palm of her hand.

"Seems like your well taught." Lilia mentioned.

"That's only because before we got this house we lived in the forest and magic made things a bit easier, but otherwise while we live here we don't have a use for it. Aiden still wants to learn but my teaching can only go so far as I don't know much on the subject." She looked somewhat frustrated at her own uselessness. Malleus could tell she wasn't lying about what she could do that's for sure.

* * *

After dinner both fae left the home walking out but saying goodbye to the siblings. At first they walked away from the house, but soon to prevent from being seen by any late night walkers they teleported to the castle.

"A pair of fae with royal blood is rare. I do wonder how the both of them ended up in that human village though." Lilia started off by saying.

Green flames were the insignia to regal blood for fae even Malleus knew that fact. Known to be the most powerful of all faes. Yet two were living in a human town right within the heart of the enemy and neither knew.

"Yes but from what I've been able to tell whoever had taken care of them is probably dead. Slaughtered by humans most likely. She said she wasn't able to remember anything before that. I'm assuming her and her brother come from some line thought to have been killed when the war against the humans started." Malleus recalled all he learned about her over the past few weeks he came to know her.

"Such a shame those two don't even know their own kind. Living their life in solitude as outcasts when they could be a lot more free if they lived here." Lilia did actually feel pity for the pair of souls having grown an attachment toward the younger sibling as he had taught Malleus when he was young as well. Those days were reminiscent for him. Aiden just happened to be similar to young Malleus in that regard.

"Malleus, if any humans discover royal fae over in that village they'll be killed. It's only a matter of when." He stated that matter of factly considering he was a general during the aforementioned war and many fae had been chased out of human villages. The ones left had been unfortunate to be victims that were sacrificed.

"I know, I won't let them lay a finger on either of them. Get Silver and Sebek have the staff prepare two rooms in the castle for our guests." Malleus walked away from Lilia without a second thought after saying what he wanted done.

"I was hoping you'd say that. Seems you've gotten attached to her in a different way. Ah, I'm so glad to see you chasing after someone, it feels like ages since you've been small so long ago. I'll have little Aiden to teach all the stuff I once taught you. What a joyous occasion to think someone will finally sit on the throne next to you." Lilia smiled feeling eager and chipper at the future ahead.

He went to go get the two knights that would always await orders from their master. Skipping down the halls all the while humming an unknown tune.

* * *

Something has been different with Malleus as of today. He was fiddling with his fingers a bit more often than usual. He didn't want to meet her gaze at the time either.

"Malleus is there something wrong?" Worry laced in her tone for the man sitting next to her.

"Yes." He replied rather swiftly but ended it there.

"Would you like to tell me what about?" She at least wanted to try and comfort him however she could.

That's what made her different than most fae, most feared him, she didn't of course she and that oblivious little head of hers didn't. Before she could even grasp how much power she could have held it was taken from her.

Malleus had turned his head and looked her directly in the eye.

"You."

"Me?" She was surprised and confused about what he meant by that, lowering her head for a second to think.

Of course it didn't last long, as Malleus directed her chin to gaze at him instead of the forest soil.

"Y/n, my alluring little darling, would you do me the honor of staying with me?"

He said with a gentle smile. The proximity and his words had her face red within seconds. She still had to give him a reply and sadly she didn't want to upset him but she didn't have much of a choice.

"I'm sorry Malleus I can't. This place is all I've ever known. Going somewhere else with all that could happen, ... It's not that I don't like you but my own fears are holding me back." She was trying to come up with the right words so he'd hopefully understand.

It stung, it truly did. The rejection wasn't something he hypothesized but it was still an option. It was fine though, all would be well. That sheltered mindset of hers would just have to broken a bit. She'd come to rely on him, she'd have no other choice afterall.

She hadn't experienced much of human cruelty, he'd just have to show her how cruel they could really be and then she would have to seek his aid.

* * *

Everyone in town today had been on edge it seemed. She left Aiden at home sound asleep, while she went out to go and buy veggies and meat she couldn't get in the forest. As she walked toward a thrifter many people side eyed her. She was the only person to walk with a hood on. In fact many people generations before this one too when asked had seen her.

As she got up to the vegetable thrifter the man in front of her had scowled. She saw this but just thought he was having a bad day. That's when someone came behind her and pulled her hood down abruptly.

"A fae! A fae in the village!"

"She's the one who cursed the crops! If we kill her the curse will end!"

"Someone grab her!"

Before she knew it she ran, someone did lay a hand on her but she pushed them away with wind magic. It wasn't on purpose, but fear overtook her person and magic required self control.

She wanted to run back to her house but with how fast the mob was chasing she couldn't put Aiden at risk like that. Maybe just maybe if she went back to the forest, he'd be there. He could help her, or Lilia either would do.

* * *

She didn't see him. Maybe her words struck a cord. She should have agreed. A stupid decision on her own part, he could've probably taken them somewhere where people like her were accepted. Where magic was used and no worries to be had.

She just narrowly dodged an arrow fired at her. It seemed the mob had caught up. Turning her attention back toward their screeches, what could she do?

In a last ditch effort attempt she called his name.

"Malleus!" The crowd closing in on her arrows knocked and aimed. So this was it huh?

Suddenly something slithers around her body, her waist to be more precise and holds her in a vice grip.

A tail? Of long reach with a purple scales of a dark pigment.

Before it pulled her into the darkness of the forest behind her. Until she felt a chest that placed her gently to the ground freeing her from the grip the of the tail that had once gripped her tightly.

She saw a light emitted from where she had once been, green flames took its place in her stead.

"I do hope you'll accept my offer to stay with me now, my love." Malleus's voice brought her out of her stupor, a frown seeing her in such fear. He didn't want to go so far but he would rather have liked her to willingly agree to living with him as his Queen. She wouldn't have any worries should she live her life on the throne worshipped by everyone.

"Wait! Wait! Please let me bring Aiden I can't leave my brother behind!" She had gripped his clothing turning around desperate tears spilling.

Speaking of said boy who popped his head from behind the fae that stood in front of her, smiled and ran to hug his sister.

"Y/n! Malleus let me up on his shoulders he was so tall! Wait why are you crying?" Her brother's happiness went away for a moment at the tears he saw from his older sibling.

She was shocked, since when had he been here. He was asleep before, she was sure. It didn't make any sense.

"Aiden how, ... why are you here?"

"Lilia offered to teach me more magic! He said it was dangerous to teach me inside the house so we came out here." For a second she thought it was a dream. A bad dream turned good.

"Were you worried? Sorry, I'll tell you next time I promise." Aiden hugged her after finishing his sentence trying comfort his sister from her state of fear. It worked a little having her shoulders relax.

Malleus had stroked her head to sooth her worries as well. A small smile graced his lips at the scene before him.

"Worry not my dear, I'll accept all parts of you. Of course I'd never forget your dear brother. Will you accept my proposal now?" He was awaiting an answer, the same look in his eyes akin to when he asked if she could use magic.

"Yes I do, it was my mistake for denying your offer in the first place. I'm sorry Malleus."

He was happy that the situation had caused her to regret her answer. Of course he didn't outwardly show it. But he was internally pleased. His new queen and energetic little brother would make a wonderful addition to the Draconian line.

As they disappeared instantly to where their new home would be, Malleus left behind some what one would call fireflies by the looks of it. They were just traces of his magic to other faes. It was a calling for someone else though.

The town the two faes once called home was being destroyed as soon as they left. Screams upon screams could be heard one after another. Flames of red and orange to destroy and have no one alive to recall the prescene of two royal clan faes.

All done by three, one wise fae, and two knights that served to do everything their master asked of them. It would all be gone while Malleus would help them settle into their new lives, the one they deserved from the beginning, if humans hadn't taken it from them.

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