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The Eternal Day : Tales of Arcadia - Chapter 9

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Author’s Notes : THIS CHAPTER IS FLIPPIN’ LONG

Whew chile. We’re in the home stretch y’all. I want to apologize so hard in advance for......everything :’) Also I’m really sorry if the formatting is off... (Tumblr and Ao3 confuse me x_x). I didn’t want to go through 50 pages worth of text (on BOTH websites) to manually fix it so please bear with me rip (If anyone knows a solution, let a girl know lol)

Without further ado, please enjoy the chapter!

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The Call To Become

“Walt?”

Barbara stood in the doorway. Walter had gone to a servant room with a single bed. He was sitting on the side closest to the window, faced away from her with his head in his hands. Without the mounted torches in the hallway, Barbara wouldn’t have been able to see him. Nightfall had turned the already overcast world pitch black, brightened only by flashes of lightning and the luminous form of the Forest Titan outside.

 For the last two hours, Walter hadn’t moved. At the sound of Barbara’s light footsteps and the bed dipping as she sat beside him, he didn’t stir. But the moment her arms folded around him, his body was seized with trembling. He doubled in on himself, hands becoming fists in his gray hair. The paralysis of shock melted away and his shoulders began to rise and fall with ragged breaths. Barbara pressed her lips to his temple and held on. There were no words. Only more tears.

“I’m sorry, Walter. I’m so, so sorry.”

 Walter managed his first words since they’d returned, voice clogged with grief. “I couldn’t protect her. I couldn’t save her.”

 “It wasn’t your fault.”

 “She’s gone. And we failed.”

 “You did everything you could.”

 Walter’s hand found Barbara’s on his shoulder. He shook his head, his tears finally spilling forth. “My friend…She was my oldest friend.”

 The fragments of Barbara’s shattered heart dug deeper. “I know.”

 “It should’ve been me.”

 “It shouldn’t have been either of you.”

 Walter fell apart. “Nomura…!” 

 Melancholy hung in the air. Unbreathable as smog. Heavy as the rainfall.

 Claire had lost her ability to stand and couldn’t stop her tears. Jim hugged her close, his eyes raw from crying and staring at nothing. Toby was laying down with an arm over his face. Next to him was Aaarrrgghh, sitting against the wall and sniffling. Blinky tearfully approached each of them and offered embraces of comfort.

 “I just can’t believe she’s gone,” Claire said. 

 Toby sat up and furiously wiped his face. “Skrael’s gonna pay for this!” Aaarrrgghh scooted closer and Toby wept into his fur.

 Nomura’s scimitars had been set down on a bedside table. Jim’s eyes found and he went to them, skimming his fingers over their sunset blades. He noticed the webs and slashes of enchanted frost staining the edges.

 “She went down fighting,” Jim croaked. 

 “Undoubtedly,” Blinky said.

 Douxie, Zoe, Archie, and Nari joined them. Douxie brought Claire into a hug and Zoe did the same with Jim. Archie settled between Toby and Aaarrrgghh, bunting them both and purring in solace.

 Douxie pulled back and rubbed Claire’s shoulders. He wiped her tears with his thumb. “I’m so sorry. Truly I am.”

 “She was a very strong and courageous soul.” Nari took Jim’s hand. She looked up at him, an ache in her spirit. “She will never be forgotten.”

 “No, she won’t.” Jim held her hand back. “Glad you’re with us again, Nari. Having you back is the silver lining in all this.”

 Nari couldn’t fathom why. Her gaze went downcast. “I am so sorry. I have been an instrument in all of this pain. In your great loss…”

 “That’s not true.”

 “It is.” When Nari looked up again, it was right into Jim’s eyes. “Jim, you could not control yourself. But this whole time, before all of this, I could.” Everyone was listening now. “When the Great Eternity…When my father left this world, I felt so alone. So afraid. Bellroc and Skrael became so cruel, but I wanted us to stay together. No matter the cost.” Nari shut her eyes. “How high a cost it was. And I do not believe I have paid for it.”

 Douxie knelt before her, taking her hands. “Maybe you won’t have to.”

 “What makes you say that?” Nari asked.

 “I saw your memories. I saw the Great Eternity. Surely if he was so merciful to everyone, he’ll be just so with you, Nari. You’re his daughter after all. And you’re nothing like Bellroc or Skrael. I believe your father has always known that. I think…” Douxie breathed. “I think he’d be so proud of you.”

 Nari inhaled. Her heart caved and her eyes flooded with tears. “Proud…? How can that…No, that cannot be…”

 Nari nuzzled Douxie’s jacket when he brought her in. Douxie recalled those glimpses into Nari’s past, the snippets of the Great Eternity. Pictures of his wrath, the magnitude of his power, though momentary sent trembles of fear through Douxie’s body. Yet when he had seen the Great Eternity spare the world and felt his fatherly presence through Nari’s mind, Douxie couldn’t deny the compassion that radiated off of him, that incandesced within those indescribable eyes of his.

 But at the end of it, Douxie didn’t know for sure what would happen. He could only hope, as he always did. 

 “You’re here with us now,” Douxie said, hugging Nari closer. “That’s all that matters.”

 Nari clutched him back. Her tears slipped into the fabric of his hood. “I am so afraid. But I promise I will protect this world, all of you, until the end of days.”

 “And we’ll return the favor,” Archie said, landing on Douxie’s shoulder to touch her forehead with his nose.

 Across the room, Varvatos had been at least stabilized. A prism of Nari’s magic hovered over his chest, glowing strands of green ingrained into his wound, coupled with the shard of heartstone right beside him. Krel had brought whatever helpful contraptions he could think of from the study, creating a makeshift sort of cylindrical radiator device.

 “It should emit restorative energy waves like the ones in stasis chambers,” Krel had said. But despite that, Nari’s magic, and a heartstone piece, Varvatos still hadn’t so much as twitched. Aja sat fetal on the floor with her back against his bed. Krel eventually moved next to her and held her two right hands. Luug licked at her toes, whimpering when she didn’t respond.

 Others went over to check on Steve and Eli. The Creepslayerz were talking quietly, Eli sitting up in his bed and Steve’s hand on his back. Nari had done wonders on Eli’s burn, clearing blisters and reversing the damage done to skin and tissue, so that all his arm needed now were bandages, ointment, and maybe one more treatment spell. Steve’s broken arm had been pieced back together but he was told to keep movement to a minimum for at least an hour, lest he disrupt the magic’s healing work. 

 “You guys good?” Jim asked. 

 “I’m alright. It just feels like a really, really bad sunburn now,” Eli said. “And I’ve had a lot of those.”

 Douxie glanced at Aja, then looked at Steve. “Is she…?”

 Steve just shook his head, face gloomed and worried.

 Krel turned to fully face his sister. He kneaded her hands. Images of two Akiridion ships full of human civilians flashed painfully in his mind for the hundredth time. The ships had been damaged so severely by the Fire Titan that the kinetic shields had malfunctioned. Two full impact crashes from hundreds of feet. There had been so much screaming. Terrified, helpless screaming. A dreadful chorus still echoing in Krel’s head.

 “Aja…,” Krel said weakly. “Aja?”

 She didn’t move. She kept her face buried in one of her left arms while the other hugged her knees. She could see all their faces in the darkness. Faces that had gone still under the wreckage. Faces of survivors, what few of them they’d salvaged. The shellshock eyes, the flat voices, the broken bleeding bodies branded into Aja’s mind. Both Akiridion pilots had been lost, along with several others who’d traveled from Akiridion-5 to assist. And now Varvatos…

 Krel pulled Aja into his arms with a sob. Finally Aja reached up to clutch his arms and couldn’t hold it back anymore. She wheezed into Krel’s shoulder, hot tears starting to pour. Steve sat down in front of them. Eli, Jim, and Douxie stood close behind. Claire and the others quietly gathered around but remained at a distance.

 “What happened?” Jim asked softly.

 When Steve told them, Zoe covered her mouth with her hands and turned away. Claire shook her head at the ceiling, eyes flooding with more tears. Toby looked like he wanted to scream. Jim had to take a second to breathe, clenching and unclenching his hands. Douxie dropped to his knees. He looked at Nari, who stood silent with her face sunken with grief. Of course she’d known. 

 “What happened to the survivors?” Claire asked.

 Eli spoke this time. “We had to send for another ship.” He sniveled, swiping his arm under his nose. “We only found like sixty people. One man knew some English and he…” Eli shuddered. “He was asking where his ‘little boy’ was and we h-hadn’t found any k-kids…” 

 Eli cried into his hands. Everyone was too overwhelmed to say anything, the gravity of what Bellroc had done crushing, suffocating. Sorrow wrung their hearts and more tears came. Hundreds of casualties, human and troll, a number of Akiridions. Nomura dead. Varvatos unmoving and in critical condition. One Heartstone left. 

 Candles had been lit all around the room, drops of flame flickering mild in the inclement dusk. Yet the world seemed darker than ever before and none of them knew how much more they could take. 

 Jim, Claire, and Toby embraced, Blinky and Aaarrrgghh soon joining them. Aja and Krel hugged each other tight while Steve linked an arm around Eli’s shoulders, Eli reciprocating with a firm hand on Steve’s back. Ricky and Lucy held one another, the pair of them solemn with Luug whining at their feet. Douxie clutched Zoe’s hand, Nari leaning on his side and Archie pressing close on his other. 

 Outside the storm raged and Arcadia’s fiery Heartstone glinted like a warning. The Forest Titan turned its head to the town in response. 

 They all knew there was only more to come. 

 ◇

 Krel took his place at the wall. “Ready?”

 Zoe went up in front of the stained glass windows. “Yeah. Go for it.”

 Krel locked on through the scope of the net gun he’d made. He sucked in a breath and fired, an electric blue capsule the size of a baseball blasting out of the barrel and across the room with the speed of a bullet. A second before impact the capsule spun open like a flowerbud, thin petals of electricity fanning out and weaving together. Zoe stumbled back into the windows as the arcane net flung tight around her.

 “Are you alright?” Krel asked, jogging over.

 “I-I’m good!” Zoe gasped. She watched sparks of energy flit off the net’s webbing. A twinge of panic pricked her. She breathed deep. Her magic wasn’t gone. It was compressed, no longer at her fingertips or buzzing beneath her skin, but she could still feel it in her aura. Her efforts to summon it were successfully nullified by the arcane net. It was a scary feeling but she had to get excited. “Krel…Krel, I think we did it—”

 Yet as soon as she said it, the net turned dark blue and loosened, falling off in a heap around her ankles. Zoe and Krel locked eyes, shock soon turning to dejection. This had been the sixth attempt, with hours of adjustments in between.

 Krel sank to the floor, burying his face in two of his hands. Zoe settled cross-legged beside him and placed a hand on his back.

 “Hey…,” she said.

 “I don’t understand why it’s not working,” Krel said, on the verge of tears. “Kleb! We’ve tried everything! If this doesn’t work…more lives will be lost…No, it will be the end…”

 Zoe bit her lip, slowly breathing through her nose. He wasn’t totally wrong or right. There was a chance they could still pull a victory out of all this. The Trollhunters had done it before. The aliens and the Creepslayerz had done it before. Douxie had done it before, against the Order no less. But that had cost him his life, and the fact that he hadn’t stayed dead was a literal miracle. And what they were dealing with now was the Arcane Order on the cusp of their full power, unstoppable ancient terrors.

 Zoe’s eyes wandered to the failed net. Removing the Order’s magic factor was their best bet for a guaranteed win and, maybe, a smaller death count. But that would still be too many. She tried to imagine what Aja and Krel had seen only hours earlier. She thought about Nomura and Varvatos, how she’d just started to get to know them. Zoe was no stranger to death. But for some reason, this was already taking its toll.

 “We have to keep trying,” Zoe said. She got up and made her way to a holographic panel that displayed the arcane net’s charts, studying them closely. “The net definitely worked that time, so we’ve got that down.”

 “But it won’t stay on,” Krel sighed. “For some reason the net’s power just won’t last. Electron stabilizers, trifurcate chargers, radiation adapters, static converters, current dividers, your own technological magic, nothing’s working!” Pain swam in his eyes. “What else can I do…? I have to make this work or…”

 “Krel, this isn’t all on you,” Zoe said softly. “I’m here to help, remember?”

 “I know…I know, I just…What else can I do?” He squeezed his eyes shut and choked. Zoe went back to his side and knelt.

 “You need a break. Why don’t you go back downstairs for a bit?”

 “No, I can’t! I need to—”

 “You need to ease up on yourself.” Zoe pulled at Krel’s arm until he got up then started nudging him toward the door, ignoring his protests. “Just take ten minutes. All the minutes. I’ll keep working up here so don’t worry.” She finally got him outside the study. Zoe stood in the doorway and met Krel’s gaze. The fear and sorrow in his eyes provoked a tenderness that she hadn’t felt in ages. Not since her little siblings moved on. “It’s gonna be alright. We’ll get through this.” 

 Zoe really, really hoped so.

 Krel was mum while returning Zoe’s stare. He let out a shaking breath after a moment and nodded, holding one of his arms as if wounded. Zoe didn’t miss the glimmer of gratitude in Krel’s eyes before he descended the escalator. She pushed the door closed and pressed her back to the wood, letting her head tip back. When she righted herself again her eyes caught the lime green gemstone set into Excalibur, the sword still lodged within a chunk of earth, waiting to be unsheathed. It made her think of Jim, which led to her pondering his armor recreated by Krel. A perfect, functional blend of Akiridion tech and magic. 

 “...to achieve the same power…”

 Zoe collected the net off the floor, using her magic to spin it back into its electric blue capsule. She placed it back next to its twin in a transparent case all hooked and wired up to more Akiridion machines. She faced the monitor that showed the nets’ power levels, insanely high from all the tweaks but still not enough, and started thinking maybe it had little to nothing to do with the batteries. In fact, Zoe had found that was rarely the case when it came to technomancy. It was all about the parts. If one had all the parts, if all the pieces were in place, the required magic would do its work and the cogs would turn without a problem. If they had plenty of magic, which Zoe did, then there was simply an element missing.

 Zoe leaned her elbows on the panel, head in her hands.

 “The same power…,” she whispered. “The same…” Her eyes flew open. She snapped her gaze back to Excalibur, chastising herself because did she not realize sooner?

 That’s what they needed.

 ◇

 “James Lake.”

 Jim gasped awake and sat straight up in darkness. He was sitting at a desk. There were desks around him and a whiteboard ahead. Silver light poured into the classroom. His classroom.

 “What…What’s happening? H-How did I…” Jim looked down at his hands and immediately wanted to vomit. Blue skin. Only four fingers on one hand. Jim scraped his hands over his scalp, eyes burning with tears at the hardness of horns. “No…No, no, no, NO!!!” Jim knocked his desk and chair over as he stood, eschewing more desks as he stumbled for the door. His insides were being stabbed by iron hot needles. His brain was bloated with internal screaming and bad thoughts but it just wouldn’t explode. He dropped to his knees in the haunting school hallway and heaved violently. He dragged his nails over his skin. Banged his forehead against the ground to wake himself up. “No…No, I don’t want to be a monster…Please, please, please I don’t—”

 “James Lake.”

 The voice somehow cut right through the whirlwind in Jim’s mind. He brought his face up to see an iridescent glow at the very end of the hall. Wisps of light beckoned in the dark.

 “Jim!” It was Claire’s voice.

 “Claire?” Jim crawled forward, hand reaching out.

 “Jimbo!”

 “Master Jim.”

 “This way, Young Atlas.”

 “Come on, sweetie.”

 “Tobes? Blink?” He staggered to his feet and started after the light. “M-Mom! Walter, wait! Please…!”

 The light made a turn, taking the voices of Jim’s loved ones with it. Jim broke into a run, his tears flowing sideways. Shards of glass manifested all along the walls, and Jim could see the monster in his peripherals. Sprinting next to him, flashing its fangs in a sickening grin. Jim blinked. The hall was a bloodbath. He blinked again. The floors were clean. 

 Jim finally rounded the corner to see the cluster of light exiting the school through double doors. The voices kept calling.

 “I love you, Jim.”

 “We’re not leaving you.”

 “You’re not alone, Jimbo.”

 “No cheeks about it, Lake!”

 “You’re not a monster.”

 “I never blamed you for Merlin’s death. Not once.”

 “You do not have to hide anymore.”

 Jim’s foot made it outside and suddenly he was in the canal, in front of a pile of rocks. The light disappeared through the cracks and Jim fell to his knees, digging desperately through the rubble. Then the earth beneath him gave way and he was falling through pitch blackness. Voices continued to echo around him, but mixed in now were horrified yells and the deep raspy breathing of a beast above it all. Jim smushed his hands over his ears. In the darkness he just made out a pair of wooden bloodshot eyes ringed with fire, then a giant gray hand emerged. Jim screamed his throat sore and curled in on himself.

 Jim struck the ground hard, bones rattling. Suddenly there was blinding light and he covered his face with his arms. Spots of blistering pain seared his body. He couldn’t escape. He was burning alive. Then he couldn’t move at all but it still hurt. It was still burning. Jim wanted it all to stop. He just wanted this to end. He never wanted this. 

 I can’t do this anymore. Claire. Mom. Blinky. Someone, anyone…I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m…

 “James Lake.”

 The white sunlight was wiped away to reveal a moonless night sky. Jim’s whole body relaxed into the grass, no longer petrified. He stared up at the billions of stars. Listened to the trilling of crickets. Traced with his eyes the silhouettes of leaves pinned to branches. Then, like a peaceful wraith, the cluster of iridescent light passed over him. 

 “Wait…!” Jim sat up and turned to not lose sight of it. But he wasn’t looking at a ball of light.

 There was a man sitting on a rock. He was dressed in a simple wine colored tunic and brown pants torn at the calves, revealing black claws on each of his toes. His nose wasn’t quite human, still bridged but more flat and heart-shaped like that of a sheep. Horns curled out of a wild, tousled golden mane. A magnificent pair of silver feathered wings tucked against his back. Most perplexing of all were the man’s eyes, two big pools of every color one could imagine, and many more that Jim couldn’t name. The man seemed to be made of light itself, his whole being glowing softly under the night, turning his hair to fire, his silver wings into folded blades, and his eyes into galaxies.

 “Who…,” was all Jim could say. Was he still dreaming?

 “Hello, James,” the man said with a smile. “Jim, rather.”

 Something about the man’s voice made Jim feel safe. It was deep but soft, strong yet mild. Jim twisted onto his knees then slowly stood, unable to look away.

 “Who are you?” he asked.

 The man raised a clawed finger. “Think for a moment. You have indeed seen me before. Albeit briefly.”

 So Jim thought, trying to match the shape of this man to his memories. His eyes roamed over the horns and wings and claws again. A single bright green firefly drifted into his vision, and then it clicked.

 “T-The Great Eternity!” Jim exclaimed. He jumped back and fell on his rear. The Great Eternity stood and started approaching. Jim didn’t know why but he was suddenly terrified. “O-Okay…Okay, whoa, this is…um…”

 “Peace,” the Great Eternity said. “And yes, this is still a dream.”

 “What? H-How did you—”

 “I know everything. But there’s nothing to fear. Rise.”

 Jim didn’t move. In this moment, this strange fabricated moment in his head, Jim knew without a doubt that the Great Eternity scared him more than every terror he’d ever faced. More than Gunmar. More than Bellroc. More than the Titans. It pulsed in his heart, in the depths of his soul. Power flowed from the Great Eternity like the light encompassing him, raw unimaginable power that could create entire worlds and snuff them out in a blink. The Great Eternity’s intimidating splendor had Jim flinching down. And then he saw his grotesque hands and remembered. He was a monster again. He was a filthy beast. He could only hurt, kill, destroy. Panic banged inside his skull, then the Great Eternity spoke.

 “Jim. It’s alright. Lift your head and rise.”

 His voice sliced right through the chaos, and Jim looked up. He timidly searched the Great Eternity’s face, the tension in his body easing when there was no trace of scorn or disgust to be found. Jim slowly stood and hugged himself. The Great Eternity towered over him and he didn’t know what to say.

 “Um…well…Great Eternity, sir—”

 “A bit impersonal, isn’t it?” the Great Eternity said. “You may call me by my name. Elyolam.”

 “Ell-yoo-lamb?” 

 “Close enough.” Elyolam smiled.

 Jim felt the corners of his mouth twitch. He cleared his throat. “So…what’s this about? Why are you here?”

 “Why, I’m here for you, of course.”

 Jim shifted. “What do you mean?”

 Elyolam gazed at him. “Come with me.” He turned and started walking, his light illuminating a path through the darkness. Jim hesitated, but then quickly followed, a host of fireflies floating into the space left behind. They strolled into a forest, dark and ordinary. That is until Elyolam stepped through the entrance. Luminous flower buds miraculously ballooned and flourished along the path wherever he passed, residual light speckling leaves and fluttering away as moths. It reminded Jim of the Forest Titan’s flower beds. Soft white light tinted blue.

 Hope these won’t try to kill me… Jim thought. Although I’m dreaming so I guess it’s fine?

 Elyolam snickered.

 The trees eventually fanned out and formed a circle around a clearing. A small pond glimmered in the center of blooming candescent dandelions and hibiscuses. Elyolam reached the water’s edge and turned to Jim, waiting. Jim came closer but froze inches away from the pond, anxiety pushing up his throat at the thought of glancing into it.

 “There’s nothing to fear, Jim.”

 “No…No, there is.”

 “And what would that be?”

 Jim shook his head. “I don’t want to look at myself.”

 “What harm will that do?”

 “You ask a lot of questions for someone who knows everything.” It came out ruder than Jim meant it. “I-I’m sorry. I just can’t.”

 Elyolam glanced at the pond, then back at Jim. “A mirror never lies. It only displays the truth. So come and see the truth for yourself.” 

 “This is just a dream. This is all in my head,” Jim said, meeting Elyolam’s enigmatic eyes. “How do I know any of this is true? I mean you’re,” Jim gestured at him, “probably not the real Great Eternity and I don’t know why my brain’s brought you here.”

 “Mm. You feel so, yet you’re terrified of me.”

 “I know you can do some scary things.”

 “I’m not doing anything now, am I? Why are you so afraid?”

 Jim swallowed. “I don’t know. Dreams do that. They always make sense in the moment, right? I’m going to wake up and see how crazy this all was.”

 “Crazy, is it?” Elyolam chuckled. “James Lake Jr.. First and only human Trollhunter, chosen by the Amulet of Daylight itself. Defender of troll and humankind, of Magic and Man. Slayer of Bular the Butcher and his father Gunmar the Black. You’ve traversed through shadows and fought with wizards. When the Eternal Night fell, you were the sun. Goodness, aliens are real and you’re a time traveler!” He shook his head, expression fond. “And the world had known nothing. Pretty crazy, don’t you think?” 

 Jim opened his mouth but didn’t find words.

 “Is it so outlandish, then,” Elyolam said, “that I, the Great Eternity, can appear in your dreams with the power you know I possess?” 

 Not at all. But Jim really didn’t want to look into that pond.

 “You really saw everything, huh?” Jim said quietly.

 “There is nothing I haven’t seen,” Elyolam said. “That includes what goes unseen.” He stepped in front of Jim.

 Warmth folded over Jim’s shoulders, and with it came the feeling of his insides melting. Jim looked up, eyes watering and body trembling at the kindness on Elyolam’s face. It washed over him, filled his lungs, flowed through his veins, trickled over his skin.

 “You’ve suffered greatly, my boy,” Elyolam said, giving Jim’s shoulders a squeeze. “But to suffer for what is good, what is right, for the ones you hold dear, I assure you there’s nothing greater.”

 Jim turned his head down, blinking rapidly. He heaved a sigh. “Well it hasn’t felt all that great, if I’m being honest.”

 “I know. How odd it would be if it did. But those who endure hardship for what is good have truly lost nothing. In fact, there is only gain, and what you have gained will never be taken from you.”

 “I’ve lost nothing?” Jim shrugged Elyolam’s hands off and backed up, his own hands balling into fists. “Are you kidding me right now? What about my Amulet? What about being the Trollhunter?” He was getting louder, voice quavering. “What about my high school graduation? My ability to feel sunlight or eat regular food or sleep?” Jim took several ragged breaths. “What about Draal? What about Nomura? What about…” He shut his eyes. The phantom of monstrous rage emerged from the blackness. Douxie and Archie crushed beneath his weight. Merlin sent to his death through a window. Claire gasping for breath. Jim’s eyes tore open, loosing his tears. “You think you know everything? Just look at me!” He took two strides and thrust his face over the pond. “Just look—”

 It was Jim’s human face staring back at him in the crystal water. Jim’s human self breathing harshly with tears streaming. He touched his cheek, felt his absent fangs. Sure enough, his troll hand appeared human. He turned his face side to side. Felt his head with both hands, confirming his unkempt hair and horns. Yet every move he made, human Jim copied.

 “What? How…T-This isn’t right. I’m not—”

 “What’s not right about it?” Elyolam asked.

 “This isn’t me!”

 “Who is it then?”

 “It’s…It’s not…”

  Elyolam leaned forward and hovered his own face over the pond. He looked just as he was. “Hm. That’s me alright. And we’re both looking in the same mirror.”

 “How is this— I don’t…” Jim’s human reflection reached out as he dipped his fingers into the water. He choked back more tears. Jim hadn’t seen this face, his human face, for so long. Now it was right in front of him, moving with him, looking back at him, and the world wasn’t spinning or distorting or collapsing yet. “I don’t get it.”

 “It’s as I said. Mirrors never lie.” Elyolam crouched beside Jim and brought a hand to the back of his head. He coaxed Jim to look his way. “My meaning was not that you hadn’t suffered the pain of loss. It was as I said : You have truly lost nothing. Not your fallen friends, and not yourself.” Jim sucked a breath. Elyolam’s tone grew impossibly softer. 

 “Who you are, Jim. Your strong, caring, selfless, and courageous heart and soul. The reasons why you were chosen for such a destiny,” Elyolam turned back to the pond and Jim followed his gaze, “it’s still there, you see?” He looked back at Jim’s troll form. “You bear many scars. Far too many. But you have remained true, my boy. You remain, and so you can become.”

 Jim blinked and suddenly his troll self was rippling in the water. 

 “What?!” he gasped. And when he reached out to skim the reflection, it was with human hands. Jim held his human palms up to his eyes before patting down his scrawny human body. Jim dug his fingers into the damp earth and craned over the water, the troll mirroring him.  

 “It could have destroyed you. Then, it was made to destroy,” Elyolam said. “Still you have remained. Remain, Jim. Remain, and become. Become, and take hold. Take hold, and become.”

 “What do you mean? I don’t understand.”

 “When you awake, you will.” 

 “Wait…” White mist was creeping into Jim’s vision. His next words were slurred. “W-Wait, Great Eternity! Elyo…Elyolam!”

 “Become.” Elyolam was gone but his words resounded. 

 “Hang on…!” The mist thickened and rendered the clearing translucent. Jim could just make out a ball of iridescent light. He glimpsed his reflection one last time. His face was human on one side, troll on the other. Puffs of white shrouded the water.

 “Become.” 

 “Elyolam…!”

 “Become.”

 “How…will…I…” Jim tipped backwards. 

 “Jim. In darkness, in daylight, do what you were meant to do.”

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 Become.

 “Huh?!” Jim sprang up. Drowsiness fogged his brain and he swayed where he sat. He blinked several times, trying to make sense of everything in the dimly lit space he was in, and finally registered rows of wooden beds. Soft, even breaths reached his ears and looked beside him, the sight of Claire sleeping soundly melting his heart. Jim caressed her cheek while he scanned the rest of the room. Toby was dead asleep on the neighboring bed. Blinky, Aaarrrgghh, and Archie conversed quietly in a corner. On the opposite end, Douxie sat on the floor and strummed his guitar, Nari leaning against him with her eyes closed. Varvatos was still in a fragile, motionless state. Aja stood at the foot of his bed with her arms crossed, her eyes clouded and distant. The door creaked open and Krel wandered in, noticeably crestfallen. Lucy was going around offering refreshments on a tray. 

 Jim’s eyes rested back on Claire. He pressed his lips to her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open.

 “Jim?” she murmured.

 “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said. When she smiled at him, he kissed her on the lips. He pulled away and she gave him a kiss back. One more kiss and then she sat up with him, their fingers intertwined. Jim gazed into her beautiful brown eyes. “I love you, Claire.”

 Claire gaped. Her cheeks turned pink. Her heart did a cartwheel. “I love you, too.” She tilted her head, noticing that Jim’s eyes were a little clearer. “How’d you sleep?”

 “Fine, I think,” Jim said. 

 “You seem different.”

 “Yeah. I…I feel different somehow. I’m not sure why, though.” Jim rubbed his forehead with his knuckles. “I think I had a dream. But I can’t really remember.”

 Claire considered this. “They say dreams you can’t remember are usually good ones.”

 “Then this would be the first since…forever and ever.” His smile was a weary one. “It’d be nice to remember it.”

 “Maybe it’ll come back to you,” Claire said.

 “Yeah.”

 Toby stirred beside them, stretching his arms and yawning loud. “Jimbo? Claire?”

 “Rise and shine, Tobes,” Jim said. 

 “Man, how long were we out?” Toby asked as Aaarrrgghh and Blinky came over.

 “Two hours,” Aaarrrgghh said.

 “Two hours?!” Claire said in a panic.

 “Thankfully there’s been no sign of the Order yet,” Blinky said. His eyes lingered on each of their faces. “You all certainly needed the rest. How do you feel, Master Jim?”

 “I’m alright, Blink. I…” Jim trailed off. Sitting here with Claire, Toby, Blinky, and Aaarrrgghh sent a wave of odd nostalgia through him. Maybe it was because they were facing yet another global catastrophe together. But there was something else. Each of their voices whispered in his mind.

 I love you. We all love you, Jim.

 You’ll always be Jimbo to me.

 Jim friend.

 I can think of no one more becoming than you, Master Jim. 

 He listened to the rain outside, the sound of dripping water. A faint memory. Was it the dream?

 “Jim? You still with us?” Claire leaned into his line of sight.

 Jim gazed at her, then at each of them in turn. Claire, the love of his life. Toby, his best friend. Aaarrrgghh, their big lovable rock. Blinky, his fatherly mentor. Jim’s heart swelled to bursting with fondness and gratitude as it always did whenever he thought about everything they’d been through together. Whenever he thought of their unwavering love and support. Their willingness to carry Jim through. Their understanding. Their forgiveness. But in this moment, the words of comfort and encouragement they’d been speaking over him all this time were a little clearer, made a little more sense to him. 

 Jim shook away the strangeness and breathed a laugh. “Yeah. I’m still here.” He bunched the bedsheet in his hand. “I’m really sorry if I haven’t said this enough. Just…thank you. I love you guys.”

 Claire squeezed his hand. “We love you, Jim.”

 “Uno reverse, as they say!” Blinky said, all six eyes shimmering. He came around to fold his left arms around Jim. “The honor and pride as I look upon you now…there are truly no words.” Blinky looked Jim in the eyes. “I have no doubt, Master Jim, that of Destiny’s gifts, our paths crossing, the everlasting friendships we’ve forged,” Blinky gestured to all of them, “has been the greatest of all.”

 Toby and Aaarrrgghh looked at each other.

 “Agree,” Aaarrrgghh said with a tender smile. “Made many friends. Have Wingman.”

 “Copy that, Big Guy,” Toby said, trying not to cry and meeting Aaarrrgghh in a fist bump. 

 Jim got off the bed to give Blinky a proper hug. “I think so, too.” He hugged Aaarrrgghh next, then it was Toby’s turn. “C’mere, Tobes.”

 Toby sniffled hard and rushed into Jim’s arms. Claire joined in, and Blinky and Aaarrrgghh hugged the three of them.

 “Here’s to more adventures,” Jim said. If we make it past this one.

 A fleeting smile had made it onto Aja’s face at the sight. She directed her attention to Krel, sitting on the ground with his back against another bed’s footboard. He’d settled close to Douxie, his eyes tired and absent as he listened to the dulcet melodies being played. Aja went over and sat next to him. He looked at her. Aja brought him into her arms and he held her back. Neither said anything, sharing their weariness and despondency in silence. Luug snuggled up to them and whined. 

 After a while, Aja eased back from her brother and looked him in the eyes. She then wiped her tears and shakily stood, going back to Varvatos while tapping on a palm-sized communicating device.

 “What’re you doing?” Krel asked.

 “We can’t sit around anymore,” Aja said, hoarse and thick. “I need to contact Zadra. I have to get our troops ready. All of them.”

 Douxie stopped playing, and with that this fragile reprieve they’d all been clinging to evaporated. They’d given themselves time to rest, to think, to mourn, all the while being on edge and ready at the drop of a hat to suit up and go to war. Two hours wasn’t nearly enough. But two uneasy hours later, that time was up. Bellroc and Skrael were on their way. At any moment now, it would all be over. 

 “I’ll go fetch the others,” Archie said to Douxie, somber. When he returned, Steve and Eli followed along with Ricky, who was yammering on about tailored suits. Zoe trailed in behind them. 

 “Your mother is with Walter,” Archie said to Jim. His ears drooped. “She said he didn’t want to be disturbed. I left them be.”

 It was another stab in everyone’s hearts. 

 “That makes sense,” Jim said softly. “Thanks, Arch.”

 Steve went to Aja, taking her second pair of hands that weren’t occupied. His eyes flicked to Varvatos. 

 “How’s he doing?” he asked.

 “The same,” Aja said, not looking up. Her fingers tapped rapidly on her device but she kept messing up. She started shaking. “I can’t tell if he’s getting better or worse. But I know he wouldn’t want me to keep moping around. I need to— Ugh, why can’t I type this stupid transmission code!?” 

 “Aja, hey…Come on, just take it easy.”

 “I can’t take it easy, Steve!” She ripped her hands out of his, backing away. Luug yelped and scurried away to Nari. Guilt stung Aja’s core when she saw the hurt on Steve’s face but her frustration bowled over it. “Didn’t you see what happened? I made a promise as Queen to protect this planet and I failed! All of those people…Even the Akiridions on the ships were…A-And now Varvatos is like this. I couldn’t…” Aja shut her eyes and wheezed. “We have to act now! Bellroc has to be stopped or the universe will be destroyed!”  

 Aja’s wording took everyone aback.

 “What do you mean the universe?” Zoe asked. 

 “Bellroc said they wouldn’t stop with this planet,” Aja said. Her tears began to fall. “He wants to destroy other worlds and remake them the way he wants. The Arcane Order isn’t going to stop. I can’t let that happen. I won’t let them take more lives. I won’t fail again…!”

 “Aja—” Krel reached out to her but she was already out the door, worried gazes following her. Him and Steve were about to go after her, but Eli moved in front of them. 

 “I think she needs some space,” Eli said.

 “I’d sock you in the face for that lame pun but I’m too bummed,” Steve blubbered.

 Krel stared at the doorway, his core aching. He hung his head, briefly catching Zoe's gaze before going back to Varvatos’ side to check on the radiator, and to pray that it was actually working. Eli inspected with him.

 “Might need more help,” Aaarrrgghh said. “Titans can summon monsters. A lot.”

 “Aaarrrgghh’s right. The Ice Titan’s frosty ghost minions just kept coming no matter how many we took out,” Toby said.

 “Can your Titan do the same, Nari?” Douxie asked.

 Nari scratched Luug’s belly. “Our Titans are capable of spawning creatures to serve us, yes. But I must focus all of my power on Bellroc and Skrael. My carnifloras will not be as plentiful.” 

 “So we’ll need more backup then,” Jim said. 

 “Just as well. The trolls of Harmonia have offered their aid,” Blinky said. Jim and Claire’s eyes lit.

 “That’s Luma for you,” Claire said. “But will that be enough?” 

 “Luma send Stalkings to tell other trolls,” Aaarrrgghh said.

 Blinky thought. “Other troll clans won’t know what’s transpired since then. Perhaps we must depart on our own excursion, my friend. It must be known that the primordial Heartstones have fallen, aside from one. Here, in Arcadia, where our last battle must be fought.”

 His words hung in the air. Arcadia. Somehow it always came down to Arcadia Oaks.

 Aaarrrgghh held Blinky’s gaze for a moment, then nodded with a resolute grunt. 

 “We’re coming with you,” Toby said.

 “I’ll shadow us wherever we need to go,” Claire said.

 Blinky shook his head, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Preserve your strength, Fair Claire. The gyres will make do.” Aaarrrgghh sulked despite himself.

 “How about we take a portal to Harmonia first? We can take the gyres from there,” Jim said.

 “Very well, Master Jim,” Blinky said.

 Jim looked over at Douxie and Zoe. “What’re you guys going to do?”

 “Zoe and I have some associates of our own,” Douxie said.

 “I personally know entire communities of underground wizards, and not just the guys at Hex Tech,” Zoe said. “They might be willing to lend a hand. Or a wand, I guess.” 

 “I personally have many…uh, previous mates I may or may not have ticked off,” Douxie said. “B-But the end of the world should be enough to mend burned bridges, right?” Archie rolled his eyes.

 “Well that’s something,” Jim said with a small smile. He turned back to Claire and the others. “We should go right away.”

 “Stay safe,” Douxie said. He stepped closer and gripped Jim’s shoulder. He took a long look at each of their faces. “Please.” They all returned Douxie’s sentiment, eyes glistening, hoping for each other’s well being. The group nodded in earnest, then vanished. As soon as they were gone, Douxie swayed on his feet, pins and needles pricking his fingertips.

 “Doux…!” Zoe quickly supported him. “Hey, you good?”

 Douxie sniveled. “I just…I don’t want to lose anyone else.”

 “Me neither,” Zoe whispered. She’d been the newest to all of this and she wasn’t one to open up so easily. But Zoe knew that these were friends  she wanted to keep for a while. “It’s gonna be alright. We’ll get through this. Together.” 

 Douxie looked down at her and his heart clenched. If there was ever a time, it was now. 

 “Zoe,” he said.

 She looked up. “Yeah?”

 “There’s…” Oh no. “Um…T-There’s something I’ve been wanting to say to you. No…I need to say to you.” Douxie’s mind flailed and he already wanted to backpedal. 

 Her electric blue eyes widened. Her cheeks dusted pink and she berated herself because there was no way he was going to say what she wanted him to say.

 “...Yeah?”

 “Yes.” Yes? Douxie’s stomach flipped. Blasted buckets of fuzz, it’s all gone off the rails and I’m still at the bloody station! “Yes, I…You see, for a very, very, very long time now…I’ve…”

 Zoe’s heart thrashed. Calm yourself, woman!! “You’ve?”

 Just spit it out, Hisirdoux! He locked eyes with her so intensely she jumped. “The truth is, Zoe, I…I-I lo–”

 A mighty roar boomed through the castle. Douxie conjured his staff, bracelet coming alight and fear burning in his throat. Sparks zipped around Zoe’s fingertips. 

 “W-What was that?!” Krel cried, reaching for his serrator.

 Another roar reverberated, this time closer. Steve and Eli rushed out the room, weapons in hand. Douxie, Zoe, Nari, and Krel hurried after them. A third roar resounded as they all ran down the hall. It was coming from the foyer. They crossed the threshold out of the servants’ quarters and beelined toward the towering archway, weapons poised and magic churning.

 “Tenebris—” Douxie skid to a halt, as did the others and they all nearly barreled into each other. Aja was already here, serrator configured into a cannon but lowered. All of Douxie’s anxiety melted away as he watched Archie nuzzle against the familiar furry face of a leonine dragon. “Charlie!”

 Charlemagne the Devourer turned to Douxie and guffawed. “Hisirdoux, my boy! I’ve been roaring to see you! Bwahaha!”

 “Father, please…,” Archie mumbled, but didn’t lose his smile.

 Douxie ran to hug Charlemagne’s chest. “Charlie! It’s good to see you, mate!”

 “Have you gotten smaller?” Charlemagne held Douxie in his paws. He took note of Douxie’s sunken face and the bags under his eyes darker than ever. “You’re thin as a wurm’s whiskers.”

 “Seems I’ve lost my appetite a smidge,” Douxie sighed. “End of the world and all.”

 “A blood berry pie is in order! Where’s your kitchen?” Charlemagne noticed Aja and Krel staring up at him. The two jumped when he bent close to study them. “Hmmm…Or would these ones prefer blueberry?”

 “I-I’d prefer blue berries over bloody ones,” Krel said.

 Aja tentatively touched one of Charlie’s horns. For a moment, the weight in her eyes lifted and a small smile found its way onto her face.

 “You’re one lively creature, Charlie,” she said.

 “Lively? Ohohohoho, I like that one!” Charlemagne said. “What’s your name?”

 “Aja Tarron, Queen of Akiridion-5. This is my little brother, Krel. He’s the King In Waiting.”

 “Akiridions, you say? Mmhm! You must be the visitors from other worlds I’ve heard so much about.”

 “You’ve heard about us?” Krel asked.

 “Of course! I don’t live under a rock, you know.” 

 “You live in a den. Underground,” Archie said.

 “Hoho, I live under several rocks, you could say!” Charlemagne sniggered. “But yes, ancient tomes have written about beings such as yourselves. You’re closely connected to our world, according to myriads of texts. Or should I say, Akiriding to them! Wahahahahaaa!” 

 Archie groaned. “Father— Alright, alright that’s enough! Look, this here is Steve and Eli!” 

 “Nice to meet ya, Dragon Dad,” Steve said. 

 “Hello, Sir Dragon, sir,” Eli said.

 Archie flew to Zoe next. “A very dear friend of mine here. Zoe Ashildr. She’s accompanied Douxie and myself on countless adventures.”

 “Oho! I’m,” Charlemagne pointed at Zoe’s hair, “tickled pink to meet you!”

 Zoe made a face. “Aha…Yeah. Hey there, Archie’s dad who…I didn’t think I’d be meeting. Like ever.”

 “Archie’s never told you stories about old Charlemagne?” Charlemagne asked.

 Archie pressed a paw to his snout. “Please don’t—”

 “Wait, Charlemagne?” Zoe’s head snapped to Archie. “As in that Charlemagne?” She gaped for a second, then bit her bottom lip and snorted. “Archie…Seriously? No…This? This is the big bad draconic terror you’ve been telling me about for the past millennium? And he’s your dad?”

 “Archibald’s always been quite the storyteller! Or, or rather I should say,” Charlie wiggled his rump, “Storytailer? Bwahahahaha!”

 Nari giggled. “You are so funny.”

 Charlemagne’s hearty laughter fizzled. The humor on his face gradually transitioned into grave focus the longer he looked at her. He stalked forward and, like with the others, inched his nose close to examine her.

 “Funny…Very funny indeed,” he said lowly. Wariness sparked in his eyes, pupils turning to slits. His lip pulled back to flash the tip of a fang. “And what are you about, Arcane one?”

 “Father…,” Archie said, flying next to him. “There’s no need for that. Nari’s a friend.”

 Nari stared back. “I promise, I do not want to harm anyone. I am no longer of the Order. I am here to fight against them. To protect this world.”

 “It’s true, Charlie,” Douxie said, stepping beside her. 

 Charlemagne’s eyes flickered to Douxie, then back to Nari. He reared away then took a seat, his gaze softening just a tad. 

 “Very well then,” he said. 

 Archie settled utop his head. “Thanks, Dad.”

 “And thank you for coming,” Douxie said. “You’re here to help us…right?”

 “This dragon never sits on his claws,” Charlemagne said.

 “Yeah, I heard,” Zoe said, teasing Archie with a smirk before taking her phone out. “Speaking of help, we should start making calls, Doux.”

 “Right,” Douxie said. 

 They got to work sending text messages and leaving voicemails. Krel went back to the servants’ quarters while Aja, Steve, and Eli chatted with Charlemagne and Archie.

 “Oho, that’s right, I have a berry pie to make!” Charlemagne exclaimed.

 Nari slipped away to the halls, checking each window until she could see her Forest Titan. It’d been facing the Heartstone hovering over Arcadia, but now turned to, having sensed her acknowledgement. Nari climbed out the window and scaled the wet stone walls, lifting herself over parapets and onto a walkway. Remorse coursed through her when she skimmed the ruined portion of the castle, its shattered stone walls marred by char and frost. She hopped and padded on all fours up a watchtower, unbothered by the slickness brought about by the rain. It had also rained endlessly back then, when the Titans had first been unleashed. As much as Nari relished the coolness dripping over her skin, trickling through her hair, she missed the moon, the stars, the sun. She missed them even more now. Her Titan’s natural green glow. The fiery brilliance of the Heartstone in the distance. The soft blue Heart of Camelot keeping the castle aloft. It seemed those were the only lights left in the whole world. When she reached the top of the tower, Nari called her Titan closer.  

 “I am sorry,” she whispered when it came to stand below her. “This was never supposed to happen.”

 Whether it was the end or not, Nari feared she’d never see the light again. 

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 Jim held Claire against him as she wept. They were sitting across Luma in her den, a warm nest of lustrous gems where they’d found much solace and had been given much counsel. To come back to this safe place in these circumstances, to just hear how many of their Harmonia friends they’d lost to the Ice Titan, was beyond devastating. 

 “They all fought with such valor, my dears,” Luma said quietly as she looked upon them. She held Claire’s hand across her crystal table, her grief equally palpable. “I know they would have done so again.”

 “I can’t do this,” Claire sobbed. “I can’t take this anymore. I can’t….!”

 All Jim could do was hold her tighter in silence, tears running down his face. He shut his eyes, his hand on his knee balling and shaking. It had been one sorrow after another the past several hours. But in this moment, boiling through his veins, a furious current in a haunted ocean, was rage like he’d never felt before.

 “Bellroc and Skrael are gonna get what’s coming to them,” Jim spat. “If it’s the last thing I do I’ll— I’m gonna—”

 “Jim. I understand your pain and anger,” Luma said. “But hatred must not be what drives you.”

 “Well I do hate them!” Jim rose off his seat and glared into Luma’s eyes. “I hate them because all this is their fault! All they’ve ever done is destroy and hurt people! Because of them there was an Eternal Night. Because of them now hundreds of people and so many of our friends here are dead! Nomura…!” He faced the wall and took a huge breath before locking back on Luma. “What Skrael did to her…What Bellroc did to those ships…! What both of them did to me—”  

 Jim gasped. The following silence was filled with his ragged breathing. Luma calmly stared back at him.

 “Jim…,” Claire said, reaching for him.

 “I hurt you.” Jim looked at her. “I hurt Douxie. I hurt all of my friends because of them.” He turned back to Luma. ��So yeah I hate them. I hate them so much.”

 Luma folded her hands on the table, gaze lowering in thought. Claire got up and touched Jim’s arm. It was the first time he’d actually said it, that the Arcane Order was to blame. 

 “Your hatred is not misplaced,” Luma said. “Of course, we must hate the evil that has caused all of this. But your hatred must not consume you. Is that not how the Arcane Order has done its business? With their ruthless hatred?”

 Jim said nothing, but his eyes softened. 

 “Do not misunderstand me.” Luma stood and maneuvered around her table. Her gaze glowed with affection as she placed one hand on Jim’s shoulder and the other on Claire’s. But then her expression darkened, a dangerous glint in her eyes, and her tone became low and hushed with sincerity. “I’m very, very angry, my dears. And so I will wage war with these harbingers of darkness and destruction. But not with more bitterness. But with love for what is right.” Luma looked at Jim and Claire’s faces. “For what is good.”

 “‘For the good of all.’” Jim met her gaze. “That’s what you always say.”

 Luma smiled. “And for all that is good.”

 “Our friends won’t have died for nothing,” Claire said, wiping her cheek.

 Luma caressed her head. “No, my dear.” 

 They left the den just as Toby, Aaarrrgghh, and Blinky returned from their separate trips. The Wingmen had taken one gyre while Blinky had taken another. Jim and Claire had returned before them, having revisited Moonglow Hollow and one other troll clan.

 “How’d it go for you guys?” Jim asked.

 “Quagawumps did not hesitate,” Aaarrrgghh reported with a smile.

 “Good ol’ Queen W basically sent her whole crew to spread the word,” Toby said. “But the Kruberas said they’d have to think about it. They want to know for sure we’re serious about the whole going to war thing.”

 “We still couldn’t get through to Alabast,” Claire sighed. “But I mean, I get it. He’s scared. Who wouldn’t be?”

 “He did point us to some other trolls, the…Geowarts?” Jim said. “Anyway, they didn’t seem too keen on joining us, either. But at the very least they said they’d help get the message around. What about you, Blink?”

 “The trolls of Gobble’s Grotto and Diamarket displayed similar reservations,” Blinky said. “Uncertain but willing to inform others.”

 “Our Stalkings are also carrying the news,” Luma said. “We’ve created quite the ripple effect.” 

 “Let’s just hope they answer the call,” Jim said. 

 “Should they not,” Luma touched his shoulder, “we must hope still.”

 They all gazed at her and nodded.

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 “I sincerely apologize for setting your shop on fire, really! Why don’t we bury the hatchet?” Douxie jerked his phone away from his ear when the sorcerer on the line started screaming some choice words. “No, not in my skull please…C-Come on, mate! The world’s ending for real this time and we could really use your—Hello? Hello? Fuzzbuckets…”

 Zoe shook her head, still on the phone. “Thanks, Regina. Tell everyone I said hey. Alright. Bye.” She hung up and sighed at Douxie. “What was that, the fifth one?”

 “Fourth one, thank you very much,” Douxie grumbled. “You know, half of these offenses were Archie’s idea!”

 “And you went along with all of them,” Zoe said. 

 Douxie crossed his arms. “Well you’re not entirely innocent. Don’t act like you never participated in some of our tomfoolery. And how many warlocks and fortune tellers have you stolen from for your,” he waved his fingers, “hedge witchy shenanigans, hm?”

 Zoe met his playful tone with a smirk. “First of all, my missions with you guys never ended in the accidental destruction of property or someone yelling, ‘You’re gonna pay for this, Casperan!.’ And second, I’m not buddies with people I’ve stolen from.”

 “Including me?” Douxie said, feigning hurt. “Because you’ve definitely stolen from me.”

 “What? I have not!”

 “I think you have.”

 “When?”

 Douxie grinned and started counting on his fingers. “Oh I don’t know, my little knife when we first met, my boots so I would stop following you around, my bracelet that one time…” My heart. “Just to name a few things.”

 Zoe rolled her eyes. “Okay, I didn’t keep any of it so technically I didn’t steal anything.”

 “Not true.” It came out quiet, and as soon as he said it, Douxie’s cheeks warmed. But he gave a little more. “There’s…something of mine you stole a long time ago. And I’m certain I’ll ever get it back from you.”

 Their eyes met and the teasing was over.

 “What are you talking about?” Zoe asked, but for some reason her heart started racing. When Douxie didn’t answer, just kept taking her in with his golden eyes, she took a breath. “By the way, what were you going to say earl—”

 A shadow portal manifested and out came the Trollhunters. Douxie hurried over to throw his arms around Jim. Zoe squeezed Claire in a hug. 

 “Glad you all made it back,” Douxie said. He ruffled Jim’s hair.

 “How’d it go?” Zoe asked.

 “Lot of heebie jeebies but news of the impending doom is getting around so there’s that?” Toby said. 

 “I suppose that’s not the worst report,” Douxie sighed. “All we can do now is hope.”

 They followed Douxie to the foyer to make Charlemagne’s acquaintance.

 “Welcome back guys!” Eli said while his serrator scraped against Steve’s axe.

 “Still no sign the of the Arcane Buttsnacks,” Steve added. “Get ready for the Palchuk Swing, Pepperjack!” He pushed Eli off and spun into another strike. The Creepslayerz continued their sparing while the others reconvened with Aja, who was engrossed in another one of Charlemagne’s stories.

 “Dragons are infamous for collecting treasures. But Troll Dragons are unusually bewitched by whatever sparkles,” Charlemagne said. “Which is why the late Troll Dragon King, Zong Shi, met his demise. It was his insatiable greed. Didn’t even care for his own flock!”

 “He let them all die to save his own scales,” Archie huffed.

 “He sounds like an awful king,” Aja said. “All he cared about was himself.” 

 Charlemagne smiled softly and poked Aja’s cheek. “And what do you care about, Your Majesty?”

 “Not just myself,” Aja said quickly, in earnest. “I care about my friends. I care about my planet and this planet and everything in it.” She stared at her hands in her lap, core aching. “I’d do anything, everything I could, to protect them.”

 “Now that’s the heart of a Queen!” Charlemagne laughed. “Oho, my apologies. Core, is it? That is the core-rect term!”

 At this point, Archie had stopped trying. But Aja couldn’t help but be tickled every time. She chuckled into her hands while her friends rolled their eyes and tried not to laugh. 

 “And I thought my jokes were bad,” Toby said.

 “Mmm they still are,” Jim said.

 Toby snapped his finger guns. “And you still love me!”

 Aja quieted. She had a sense of why Charlemagne had told her about a lousy king, a ruler who chose selfish ambition over caring for his citizens. Charlemagne said she had the heart of a Queen. Her core glowed with gratitude, yet continued to burn with shame. The memory was still there, a deep cut that was still fresh.

 “I couldn’t save those people,” Aja said quietly. 

 “You’re right. You could not,” Charlemagne said.

 Archie glared. “Father!”

 “Let me finish, Archibald. You couldn’t save them, but you made an effort! And while your efforts failed, you,” Charlemagne pointed over Aja’s core, “have not. Why, in this old dragon’s eyes is no failure, but what a Queen ought to be!”

 Claire settled next to Aja and touched her arm. “I gotta say I agree.”

 “Same here,” Jim said.

 “I’ve met some pretty heinous nitwits of rulers in my day,” Douxie said. “You’re not even close, darling.”

 “And you’re not alone.” Aja looked up to see Steve coming closer. He knelt and took two of her hands, looked into her eyes. “Not to quote some lame musical or whatever, but we’re in this together. We’re here for you, Aja.” He cradled her cheek. “I’m here for you.”

 Tears swamped her eyes in seconds and she threw her arms around him. “I’m so sorry I snapped at you.”

 “It’s cool, Aj,” Steve said, folding her into his embrace. “You’re still my Akiridion Ninja Queen Honey Muffin.”

 Aja giggled and pulled back, brushing tears away. “My adorable blond oaf.” Steve chuckled and booped her nose. She peppered kisses all over his face before landing on his lips. 

 Steve inhaled, enraptured by his bubbly bright blue angel, Aja Tarron. “I’m like the most biggest, highest percent sure that I’m in love with you.”

 Aja gasped, then melted into breathy laughter. “I love you, too, Steve!” They smooched again, both smiling ear to ear, the sound of someone coughing going right over their heads.

 “Awww!” Eli said.

 “That’s sweet,” Douxie said. 

 “Yeah,” Zoe whispered. Her eyes flickered to Douxie, and he just missed it.

 Steve and Aja broke apart, foreheads touching.

 “Thank you.” Aja looked around at her friends, affection and gratefulness flowering in her chest. “Thank you.”

 “Aja!!” Everyone turned to see Krel running into the foyer. He slowed to catch his breath.

 Aja hurried to him. “Krel? What is it? What’s the matter?” 

 When Krel looked up, his eyes were shimmering. “It’s Varvatos! He’s awake!”

 They all booked it to the servants’ quarters. Varvatos was sitting upright, Nari, the Blanks, and Luug with him. Aja sprinted to throw all four arms around him. The others gathered around the bed, relieved smiles on their faces.

 “Varvatos Vex is still recovering, Your Majesty,” Varvatos rasped, but he hugged her back tight.

 “Thank Seklos!” Aja cried into his shoulder. “I-I thought you were gone! I thought we’d lost you!” 

 Krel joined the embrace, weeping softly. “We’re so happy you came back, Varvatos.”

 “Varvatos Vex will always come back for his royals,” Varvatos said. “However…he does fear his core is permanently damaged.” 

 “What?” Aja looked at Krel, then at Nari. “What does he mean?”

 “My magic and your brother’s technology were able to restore your friend’s soul,” Nari said. “But it has been deeply scarred by Bellroc.” Her gaze went to Varvatos. “It has left his life core weakened and fragile.”

 “If his core gets hit again,” Krel’s voice broke, “he’s not going to make it.” He wiped his eyes with his arm. “But I’m going to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

 Aja gazed at Varvatos, her guardian and mentor. One more slip up, one more lapse in focus, one wrong move and he’d be gone. Another lost. She gripped Varvatos’ hand and cried, the very thought crushing her to the point of breaking.

 Varvatos kneaded her hands. “There is no need to shed tears. Varvatos Vex will be just fine.” 

 “I’m so sorry,” Aja sobbed. “I let this happen.”

 “M-Me, too,” Krel said. “I couldn’t help you.”

 “You need not blame yourselves,” Varvatos said, gruff but gentle. “It is simply the nature of fearsome, glorious battle. And Varvatos Vex doesn’t feel his royals have failed him.” He tucked away a strand of Aja’s hair, eyes going tender on her and Krel. “What a glorious Queen and King In Waiting you’ve become. There is no greater honor for Varvatos Vex…for me than to fight by your sides. Words cannot formulate how proud I am. How proud your parents would be.”

 Aja and Krel’s eyes flooded with more tears and they rushed back into Varvatos’ arms. Luug wiggled into the embrace, barking and slobbering all over their faces. Aja laughed, scooping the little purple alien up. Steve kissed the top of her head. Krel and Eli hooked arms around each other’s shoulders with a fist bump. Ricky and Lucy, being the Blanks, squeezed the daylights out of all of them.

 “I’m just glad Varvatos is with us again. Thanks to my amazing little brother and,” Aja looked over at a certain forest child, “Nari.” She went over to hold Nari close. “Thank you so much.”

 Nari hugged her back with a giggle. “It is my joy.”

 “You are a joy,” Aja said.

 “That she is!” Douxie hoisted Nari onto his back.

 “You are all my joy!” Nari said. Douxie spun her around and she squealed in delight.

 Smiles and laughter all around. Thunder boomed outside. Rain continued to lash against the castle. The darkness was ever present, drawing ever closer. But what had been rekindled in their hearts in this moment, the smallest flame of peace, filled the space with unmatched radiance. 

 Jim pondered that fateful day at the canal, as he’d done countless times. Aja and Krel thought on the siege of Akiridion-5, their crash landing on this speck in the universe called Earth. Centuries of hiding in shadows and keeping others at arm’s length came to Douxie’s mind. Everything that brought them all here. All the trials, all the loss, all the pain to follow. None of them would wish it upon anyone. But as they gazed around the room, their hearts were warm and thankful.

 Jim fell into conversation with Zoe, which was soon interrupted by the Blanks advertising toasters. Aja greeted Blinky and Aaarrrgghh, ever enthralled. Charlemagne dipped his head and she stroked his snout. Krel and Claire rescued Archie from a happy Luug’s mandibles. Nari sat with Eli and asked him about being so close to the stars. Douxie relaxed next to Steve and Toby as they listened to yet another Varvatos speech about pulverizing one’s enemies.

 Friendships they wouldn’t give up for the world.

 ◇

 Trollmarket’s Heartstone glinted with every crash of lightning. The storm had gotten so turbulent at one point that they’d shuttered all the nearby windows. Douxie leaned on the windowsill, mind wandering as he looked out into the squalling night. Six hours since they’d all returned from facing the Titans, and the Order was still yet to be seen. Dawn was surely approaching, hidden behind the thick wall of black clouds. Douxie had been through his fair share of near apocalypses. But this time he truly wondered if the sun would ever come out again. Douxie frowned. No. They had Nari. They had one another, so anything was possible. They had hope. Despite the doubt, despite the fear of what was to come, there was always hope.

 “Great Eternity,” Douxie whispered. “I don’t know where you are or if you can hear me. But we could really use your help, mate.”

 “Talking to yourself?” Zoe had found him in the hallway. She smiled then joined him at the window. “Keep it together, Casperan.” Douxie rolled his eyes with a chuckle. They both gazed at the Heartstone for a silent moment. “Not that I’m complaining but…what’s taking the Order so long? Part of me wishes they’d just show up already.”

 “I’ve been wondering, too. Last time they took a while, it was because they were injured,” Douxie said. “Maybe Skrael had a number done on him.”

 Zoe saddened. “Wouldn’t rule that out, knowing Nomura.” She rested her head against Douxie’s shoulder when he brought her close. “Do you think we can win this one?”

 “Some say faith, hope, and love are the three things that never go away,” Douxie said. “I think I believe that. And I think that’ll be enough.”

 “You’re such a sap.”

 “You’re not disagreeing so I can’t be the only one.”

 Zoe’s eyes narrowed at the Heartstone. She softly asked, “How many times have we faced the end of the world, Douxie?”

 Douxie followed her gaze. “I’ve lost count. We’ve…” Him and her. From plagues to world wars, evil magicks to supernatural catastrophes, asteroids to right now, Zoe had always been right by his side. He looked at her next to him, at her cute nose and pretty lashes and soft lips. With this current apocalypse having the most dreadful prospects to date, Douxie feared it would be their last. No more distractions then. “Zoe.”

 “Yeah?” She turned to him, and her heart skipped. The way Douxie was looking at her, as if she was the only person in the whole world, made her flush. It wasn’t fair, when he looked at her like that. Her reasoning, her excuses, her satisfaction with remaining his closest friend forever, all of it came crumbling down. When Douxie looked at her like that, it made her think he felt the same way. It made her want to hear what he was going to say before.

 “What I was trying to say earlier, if you recall…” Douxie’s cheeks warmed and his insides caught the jiggles. He took Zoe’s hands, latching on firm before he got cold feet. He heard her gasp and he thought it was utterly ridiculous how, even now as he was doing this, he was denying that her red face and eager eyes meant anything. “Zoe, you’ve been my closest friend for centuries. You’re…” Douxie swallowed. “You’re the most brilliant and brave and big hearted person I’ve ever met. I’ve always wanted to tell you that I don’t know where I would be if…if you hadn’t been a part of my life. If you hadn’t put up with me. Zoe, you’ve given me so much courage. You’ve always inspired me as a person and—and a musician and of course as a wizard and I—”

 “I like you.”

 Douxie stared at her, mouth open, words lost. Zoe stared back, breathing deep. A second passes, then ten. After fifteen, all Douxie could manage was a feeble, “...What?”

 Zoe gulped. She was shaking. “I like you. When I first met you I thought you were, like, really annoying cause you wouldn’t leave me alone. But I liked that you did that. You…You were my first real friend. You didn’t give up on me. I like how you never give up on people. And how you stick up for them and take care of them. I like how you’re always so kind, even when you don’t have to be. I actually really like how reckless and dumb you can be. I like how you always do things your way, no matter what anyone thinks. You’re always unapologetically you. And I…I like everything about you. A lot.” Zoe squeezed Douxie’s hands. His big, warm, gentle hands. “I like you, Hisirdoux Casperan.”

 Her words were an enchantment, leaving Douxie speechless still. When the spell finally settled upon his heart, all he could do was breathe a laugh. When it took full effect, Douxie’s legs nearly failed him. He tilted forward, his forehead coming to rest on Zoe’s shoulder. His heart danced and his aura sang in his spirit. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this happy.

 “I love you,” Douxie said, voice thick with emotion. He gazed fully into her dazzling blue eyes. “I’m in love with you, Zoe Ashildr. I’ve always been in love with you.”

 Then her arms were around his neck and his hands were cradling the small of her back.

 “Is this for real?” Zoe whispered.

 Douxie hugged her against him. A perfect fit. His lips brushed hers, the lightest touch that sent electricity rippling through his body. 

 “Does that answer your question?” Douxie breathed.

 Zoe laughed, breathless with a single tear falling. “I love you, too.”

 Douxie pressed his lips against hers, sliding one hand up to cup her cheek. Zoe unwound her arms from his neck, clung to his jacket and kissed him back. They’d both convinced themselves this moment would never happen, sharing a kiss that was real. No sneaking into balls or playing pretend for a mission. Just the two of them finding their harbored feelings reciprocated. It was everything they’d imagined and more. Zoe loved Douxie’s lips, chapped and warm. She loved how he always smelled like soap, burnt cloves, and motorcycle oil. Douxie wanted to keep Zoe in his arms forever. She was soft and sweet and always had the faint perfume of bubblegum. They pressed closer, lost in each other. Nothing else mattered. But when their lips broke apart, regret flooded in.

 “I’m sorry I waited until now to tell you,” Douxie said. He touched his forehead to hers. “I was too afraid that I would lose your friendship. That I would lose you.”

 Zoe’s fingers stroked his cheek. “Same. I mean even though you were attempting to hit on me when we first met, I didn’t think you actually…you know. And when we kissed in the past to dupe people, I thought that was all it was. I just always thought you were being you. Mister Chivalry and all.”

 “I felt terrible whenever we had to do that,” Douxie said. “I was convinced you hated it.”

 Zoe gazed into his beautiful golden eyes. She took his face in her hands and stood on her toes to kiss him. She pulled away only for Douxie to chase her lips into another one. 

 “Mordrax’s miracles, it’s about bloody time!”

 They gasped out of their kiss and looked to see Archie and Nari peeking around the corridor entrance. Heat burgeoned in both their faces, but Douxie’s arm remained around Zoe’s waist as the pair approached. Nari bounded up to them, positively beaming.

 “Oh this is so wonderful!” she said. “Douxie, you have finally done it! You have shared your love!”

 “After nine hundred insufferable years,” Archie said as he hopped onto Douxie’s shoulder. “You both were driving me mad.”

 “You always knew, didn’t you,” Douxie said.

 “Merlin’s beard, everyone knew. Except the pair of you, evidently.”

 Zoe turned redder, thinking back on her talk with Claire. “That’s…a little embarrassing.” 

 “No, it is beautiful.” Nari held hands with them. “Your romance is a gift. Are you going to get married now?”

 A string of coughs seized Douxie while Zoe’s face went an even brighter scarlet. 

 “T-That’s a bit…Well I mean, that would be nice,” Douxie sputtered. He couldn’t look Zoe in the face. “I-I mean would that…be nice? It would be nice if you thought so, Zo, but you don’t have to think that would be nice if you don’t—”

 “It,” Zoe’s eyes flickered to his, “would be…nice. I mean we agreed a long time ago we’d be in each other’s lives forever.” She lifted her face to look at him properly. A soft smile. “I guess in that way we’re already an old married couple.”

 “Heavens knows you both act like one,” Archie sighed. He leapt off Douxie’s shoulder and rejoined Nari on the ground. “Might as well be official.” For all his snark, Archie’s eyes were nothing short of fond elation as he watched his Familiar and the love of his life.

 Douxie held Zoe’s coy gaze. The implications of her words brushed his heart and he couldn’t help smiling back, a breathless laugh leaving him. Yet he knew it wasn’t the time to fixate on it. The thought of that time never coming brooded in the back of his mind along with the regret of having waited a millennium. So Douxie just cradled Zoe’s cheek and kissed her forehead, his lips lingering long. She smiled and leaned into him, holding his arm around her waist.

 “Have you ever been in love, Nari?” Douxie asked. “Just wondering.”

 “Oh yes. I love you and all of my friends very much,” Nari said.

 He chuckled. “No, I meant romantically.”

 Nari cocked her head. “Mm, no. My father did not create us with such feelings.”

 “Righto. All the lads in the world are safe then,” Douxie muttered. Zoe elbowed him.

 “We love you, too, by the way,” she said, stroking Nari’s hair.

 Nari’s eyes glimmered. She was about to respond when footsteps echoed down the corridor. Jim and Claire turned the corner.

 “There you guys are,” Jim said. 

 “I was wondering where you disappeared to, Teach,” Claire said. “I had some questions about my magic…” She spotted Douxie’s arm around Zoe’s waist. Realization sparked in her eyes and a smile formed. “Wait…Are you guys…?”

 Zoe simpered with a slight nod.

 “Oh my gosh!” Claire squealed, hands on her cheeks. “I freaking knew it! I’m so happy for you guys! I’m so telling Aja and the others.”

 “Looks like we were all right,” Jim said.

 “Was it really that obvious?” Douxie asked, baffled.

 Jim smirked and crossed his arms. “Oh yeah.”

 Douxie and Zoe shared a look before sighing through smiles of defeat. His arm slipped from around her waist so he could take her hand, their fingers linking.

 “So what was your magical question, Claire?” Douxie asked.

 “Something feels…off. In my aura,” Claire said. She looked at her palms. “It’s like something’s pressing in on me and I’m pretty sure it’s not good.”

 Douxie examined himself and found he had no such inklings. As he pondered it, unease permeated his lungs. 

 “You’re naturally gifted with shadow magic,” Douxie said, “which makes you more sensitive to the presence of darkness. Which means…”

 “The Order. They must be getting closer,” Zoe said, squeezing Douxie’s hand.

 “We need to tell the others and get ready,” Jim said. In the corner of his eye, Nari moved to the window. “Nari?”

 Her palm touched the glass as she stared intently at the Heartstone. Then she bent her fingers, claws scratching the sinister night. 

 “It is time,” Nari uttered. She focused on her faint reflection. “This time, I will do what is right.” She turned back to her friends, eyes mournful and determined. “I did not fight against Bellroc and Skrael before. But now, I will make sure they do not win. I will use my Titan, all of my strength, against them. So that what was meant to destroy will instead be a weapon for goodness.”

 “Now that’s what I call a pep talk!” Douxie said. He noticed Jim go wide-eyed. “Uh, Jim? You alright?”

 Actually, Jim was having an epiphany. Nari’s words struck the back of his mind and similar words bursted forth.

 “It could have destroyed you. Then, it was made to destroy. Still you have remained.”

 Fragments of memories flashed, as though a gate had been flung wide open in his brain. His troll form. The school. The ball of light. The stars. His reflection in the pond. The voices.

 “I remember,” Jim gasped. He looked at Claire. “I remember my dream!”

 “Your dream?” Archie said.

 Something compelled Jim to walk right up to the window. For the first time in a year, he looked right at his reflection and took it in. The shape of his face. The color of his eyes.  The scar on his brow. He waited for the crippling anxiety to come, for the shame to wring his neck, for the monster to warp his features. His heart hammered and his breathing was rapid, but this time it was different. Now that Jim remembered it, the realness of the dream flooded through him. That moment of looking into the pond as a troll and seeing his human face shone clear in his mind.

 “Jim…!” Claire watched him, nervous and shocked. “A-Are you…okay?”

 “Yeah.” Jim looked at his friends. “Yeah…I think I am. Parts of it are still fuzzy but…In my dream, I was troll again. It started off as another nightmare. But then I heard your voices. And then there was this pond and all of you guys, all of my friends were there. Then things were okay. I looked into the pond and…” Jim touched his face. “I saw myself. My human self. And then this crazy thing happened where I was human again and my reflection turned into my troll self. It was…It felt so real.”

 The dreamy scene of every one of Jim’s friends and loved ones surrounding him around the pond overwhelmed him. Claire, Toby, his mom, Blinky, Aja, Steve, Douxie, Nari. Nomura. All of their voices, full of nothing but love and encouragement for him, soothed Jim’s mind like a melody.

 “I love you, Jim. We all do.” Claire.

 “There’s nothing to be afraid of, mate.” Douxie.

 “We’re all here for you no matter what.” Eli.

 “Best friends forever and ever.” Toby.

 “Nothing is lost.” Luma.

 “Not Jim’s fault.” Aaarrrgghh.

 “You’re the same to me.” Krel.

 “I see no beast within you.” Nari.

 “I’ve seen enough monsters in my day. You’re nowhere close.” Nomura.

 “Take a look, Young Atlas. It’s alright.” Walter.

 “You’ll always be my boy.” Mom.

 “A champion. A friend. A son. A magnificent son. I see it still.” Blinky.

 Jim’s friends had been telling him these things over and over, constant reassurance. Not once did they ever relent in their support, even though he couldn’t believe it. But for some reason now, their words were clicking into place. He could hear them a little better, a little louder. Maybe the dream had felt so real because, Jim was beginning to consider, it was real. Perhaps that’s the reason he’d chased that ball of iridescent light like a lifeline. It’d been the truth all along.

 “Guys, I…” Jim blinked, expelling tears he hadn’t noticed gathering. He looked back at himself in the window. His gaze sharpened. “There’s something I have to do.”

 They found everyone in the foyer, Varvatos having regained the strength to stand. A modified breastplate was secured to his chest, electric blue lines of Akiridion influence making Vs down the steel. He was having a quick spar with Aja, putting the sturdiness of its protection to the test. 

 Walter and Barbara finally rejoined the group, Walter speaking quietly with Blinky while Barbara checked on everyone else. Aja took notice of Douxie and Zoe’s intertwined hands and let out a giddy cheer. Eli clapped his hands while Steve hooted and hollered. The Blanks belted a very flat and pitchy version of “The Wedding March.” Once everyone was done teasing and gushing over the new relationship, they had to break the news.

 “The Order’s on their way. Claire’s feeling their presence,” Douxie said. 

 “About time,” Walter said, low and quiet. The look in his eyes could melt steel.

 In the midst of all the nerves, Jim murmured a request to Krel. Surprise lit on Krel’s face, but at Jim’s certain gaze, he nodded and asked for Aaarrrgghh’s assistance. Minutes later the pair returned, and in Aaarrrgghh’s grasp was the slab of earth that sheathed Excalibur.

 Realization dawned on the group, and they all fixed their eyes on Jim with bated breath as he slowly approached the sword.

 “Master Jim, are you certain?” Blinky asked.

 Jim nodded, determined to keep his eyes forward. He dared to meet Excalibur’s green gem, braved stepping closer to the sword’s ethereal shine. But then it came. Whispers of doubt and fear. A burning sensation on his skin. It was too bright, searing right through him. But Jim didn’t stop. He climbed onto the rock and took hold of the sword’s hilt. 

 “You good, Lake?” Steve asked, noticing how hard Jim was breathing.

 “I-I’m fine. I can do this. I can…” He was trembling. His teeth chattered and he swallowed hard, closing his eyes, trying to concentrate. When Jim looked again, the brightness was painful. His knees wobbled. The green gems were starting to glare. “N-No…No, I—”

 A hand touched the rock, then several more, circling Jim’s feet and Excalibur’s hidden blade. Jim looked around to see all of his friends smiling back at him.

 “We’ve got you,” Aja said.

 “Together, mate!” Douxie said.

 “We believe you can pull it off!” Charlemagne laughed.

 The dream and all its empowerment beamed through Jim’s mind, filled his heart. So he clung to it as he refastened his grip on the sword and started pulling.

 Take hold.

 Jim furrowed his brows at a voice he didn’t quite recognize, yet it was giving him strength all the same. Excalibur wiggled.

 Remain and become. Become and talk hold. Take hold and become.

 Jim caught a hint of his reflection in the shining handle, and he recalled the pond, the troll in the water. Gasps and laughter sounded around as the mighty blade slid free inch by inch. Heat radiated in Jim’s torso, deep in his gut and chest. Excalibur’s surface flashed bright and everyone shielded their eyes as a beam of light shot towards the ceiling. A clap of thunder boomed, so boisterous the entire castle seemed to shudder. 

 Become.

 Jim unsheathed Excalibur with a shout, raising its blade to the heavens. He was shrouded in blinding light and his body overflowed with blazing energy. It was power unlike any he’d ever felt. 

 Become.

 Zipping down the halls of Camelot, rocketing into the foyer, came Jim’s reforged Amulet of Daylight. Toby ducked his head as it found its place over Jim’s heart, its gears spinning wildly as his brilliant armor clicked into place.

 In darkness. In daylight. Become!

 One more blast of light, and then the brightness finally dimmed. Everyone gradually lowered their arms away from their faces.

 “Oh my gosh,” Claire gasped, her eyes blown wide.

 “No way…,” Toby breathed.

 “Master Jim!” Blinky uttered. “You’re…!”

 Wild hair. Blue skin. Horns and fangs. Taller. Standing upon the rock, wielding Excalibur, was an armor-clad Jim in his troll form. Jim stared back at them, trying to catch his breath. He held Excalibur in front of his troll face, inhaling sharply at his transformed mirror image.

 “How?” Douxie whispered.

 Claire shook her head, her worry rising. “No…Jim—”

 “It’s okay.” Jim gazed at her, then back into the sword. He watched the troll blink as he did, breathe as he did. There was a twinge of horror pricking him. The fear was still there, brushing the back of his mind. But as Jim looked at his friends, their faces weren’t twisted in disgust. No one was running for the hills in terror. He looked at his mom, her undeniable love for him still intact. Despite the anxiety, Jim felt it. He knew. “I’m still me.”

 His body tingled. In a golden puff of light, he was human again, his armor shrinking with him.

 Toby nearly fell backwards. “W-Whoa!”

 “Great Gaylon!” Krel said. “How did you do that?”

 Jim went for it again. He closed his eyes, focusing on this new energy teeming in his veins. Another puff, and he was a troll again.

 “Impossible…,” Walter said. “Young Atlas, you’re…a changeling!”

 Jim stepped off the rock and reverted back to a human. He positioned Excalibur over his back, the sword fitting itself against his armor like a magnet. 

 “I-I…I guess so.” He looked at Douxie. “Could I always do that?”

 “I’m afraid I’m just as perplexed,” Douxie said. He breathed a laugh. “Magic never ceases to amaze me.”

 Charlemagne gave Jim a sniff. “Very curious. Even this old dragon’s never seen anything like this.”

 “I have not either,” Nari said. “Changelings have only been Morgana’s work.” She came closer, searching Jim’s eyes. “How do you feel?”

 Jim contemplated, wondered how in the world he’d even begin to comprehend this. But as his eyes roamed over each of his friends’ faces, it made more and more sense.

 “Obviously some kind of magic is at play here,” he said. “But…I think I can do this because of you guys. I felt so useless and I couldn’t stop hating myself. I felt like a monster. I felt so…broken.” Jim’s heart welled. “Claire. Tobes. Blink, Aaarrrgghh, Walter, M-Mom. You guys didn’t give up on me. You took care of me. And all of you guys. Doux, Aja, Krel…I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you.” His voice quivered. “Whatever magic this is, I think it’s because of you guys. It’s because I have such awesome friends. I love you guys.” The tears started spilling down Jim’s cheeks. “I’m sorry for the trouble I’ve caused. Thanks for being here for me.”

 He was wrapped in hugs from all sides.

 “Oh sweetie,” was all Barbara could say through her sobs. She kissed Jim’s forehead. “You haven’t been any trouble.”

 “I love you, Mom.” Jim sniffled into her shirt.

 “I love you so much, honey. I’m so proud of you. I’ve never not been proud of you.”

 “We’ll always be here for you, Jimbo,” Toby blubbered.

 “We love you,” Claire said.

 They all stepped back as Blinky came to grab Jim’s shoulders, all six of his eyes glowing. 

 “How you’ve become, Master Jim,” Blinky said. “Just as you have time and time again.” Jim rushed into his four arms. “Excalibur’s worthiest master.” 

 “Ugh…!” Claire clutched her chest and dropped to her knees. Jim and Douxie rushed to her side. “T-The feeling…! I-It’s getting worse…!”

 Jim looked at Douxie. “They’re close.”

 “Seems that way.” Douxie grabbed Claire’s arm. “You’re alright, lass. Deep breath, that’s it.” He closed his eyes, his bracelet lighting as he murmured a chant. Nari set her hands on Claire’s back and joined him. After a minute, the tension in Claire’s body loosened. “Better?”

 “A little bit. Thanks guys,” Claire said as Jim helped her up.

 “The hour is upon us,” Charlemagne said. “We best get to formulating.”

 “Right. Let’s all meet at the Round Table,” Douxie said. While everyone processed to the Hall, Douxie spotted Zoe and Krel heading elsewhere. “Where are you going?”

 Zoe and Krel looked at each other.

 “We need to grab something from the study to show everyone,” Zoe said. She took his hand. “It’s pretty important.”

 Douxie raised a brow, but didn’t question it. He gave her hand a squeeze. “Alright, love. See you in a bit.”

 Zoe blushed. “Right back at you…love.”

 Douxie smiled and kissed her knuckles, ignoring Krel’s deepset grimace.

 “Ai yi yi….”

 Aja was addressing the group when Douxie joined them. “All of my troops will be here in less than one horvath. We will have an entire planet of soldiers. Izita and Eli will command our aerial fighters. Varvatos and Zadra will lead our troops on the ground.”

 “Harmonia and the Quagawump trolls are with us,” Jim said. “Other than them, we’re not too sure. But it definitely ups our numbers. And these guys can dish it out and take it no problem. Doux?” 

 Douxie winced. “Zoe’s got plenty of magic-doers on our side. If I have convinced anyone, most of them might be after my neck as well, haha…Um, Nari! What’s your game plan?”

 “I will do my best to keep my siblings away from the Heartstone,” Nari said. “When they arrive, I will behave as though I am still under their spell. It will give me a chance to strike them first.” 

 “A surprise attack. Nice,” Jim said. 

 “Douxie, when I give my signal I will need you, Zoe, and Claire to join me,” Nari said. “Then we will perform the spell I taught you on them.”

 “But…I thought you said we didn’t need the spell to beat them,” Claire said.

 “We do not need the spell to kill them. But I do not want to kill them. The spell will only remove their physical forms—” 

 “You don’t want to kill them?” Walter snarled, slamming his fist on the table. His pupils were black slits. “After everything they’ve done, everything they’ve taken, you still want to play your little mercy game, nymph?”

 “Walter…!” Barbara pleaded.

 Nari looked upset. “No, no it is not a game. That is not at all what I—”   

 “You said it yourself. So many lives have been lost because you didn’t deal with the Order sooner. And here we thought you’d come to your senses—”

 “Hey!” Douxie stood behind Nari and glared Walter down across the room. “I think you’ve said enough, mate.”

 “Nomura would’ve said the same thing,” Walter hissed. Grief mingled with the rage in his eyes. He hung and shook his head. “I…I apologize, Nari. But they need to pay for what they’ve done.”

 “That doesn’t mean we have to take their lives,” Douxie said.

 “So then what? We let them have another chance at fulfilling the apocalypse?”

 “We shouldn’t let hate be our motivation, Walt,” Jim said.

 “Hatred has nothing to do with wanting to save the world, Young Atlas.”

 “Varvatos Vex is leaning more towards the winged green one’s reasoning,” Varvatos said.  

 “No surprises there,” Toby muttered.

 “Whether or not the Order dies, we’ll need to find an opening first,” Aja said. “These are ancient, powerful, and skilled fighters. We have to make them vulnerable, and that won’t be easy.”

 “I think we have a solution for that.” Zoe and Krel stood in the entrance way. In Krel’s hands was an Akiridion coded shotgun with a long, bell-shaped barrel. He placed it carefully on the Table.

 “That’s pretty brutal, dudes,” Steve said.

 “Not that kind of firearm, Steve,” Krel said. “Zoe and I have been working on something for the past couple of delsons.”

 “We didn’t want to say anything and get everyone’s hopes up, in case we couldn’t make it work,” Zoe said. “But I think we’ve done it.”

 She nodded at Krel. In his palm was a chip the size of a strip of gum. Krel glided his finger over it, activating the holographic blueprint of what looked to be a net, dots connected across its webbing like constellations. Upon further inspection, Douxie realized the lines and points created magic runes. Powerful ones.

 “Now what’s this all about?” Charlemagne asked.

 “The arcane nets. We built two of them,” Krel said. “One for Bellroc, one for Skrael. I’ve loaded them both into this net gun.” He held up two fingers. “Two shots. If we can trap them in these nets, their magic will be completely nullified.”

 “Come again?” Douxie said, sharing everyone’s bewilderment. “How’s that even possible?”

 “Well we were starting to think it wasn’t,” Zoe said. “Even though magic and Akiridion tech are compatible, the nets weren’t working. But…I had a friend of mine send me some of these.” She held up a bundle of cloth, pulling back layers to reveal a colorless transparent stone, smooth as marble with spinning threads of monochrome within. Bits of it had been chipped off.

 “What is that?” Eli asked.

 “A sealing stone!” Douxie met Zoe’s gaze. “So...you think these arcane nets will work now?”

 “They should,” Zoe said.

 “Should? Meaning you didn’t test them again?” Jim asked.

 “We didn’t want to risk it,” Krel said, glancing at Zoe. “I was able to replicate your original Amulet’s power. Our theory is that incorporating these stone fragments into the arcane nets will yield similar results. If that’s the case…Zoe would lose her magic abilities for one horvath. Maybe longer, depending on how the technology and magic have configurated. Which would not be good.” 

 Douxie sighed. “No arguments there.” 

 “I really do think we have something here,” Zoe said. “But regardless, we have to try. Removing the Order’s magic is our best shot.”

 “Literally,” Toby said.

 “Then let’s go for it,” Jim said. 

 Krel nodded. “Leave it to me.”

 “We’ll turn those Arcane Butt-klebs into magicless burritos!” Aja declared, punching her two left palms.

 Steve hooked her waist with his arm. “Right on, Queen babe!”

 “When that happens,” Walter glowered at Nari, “what will you do?”

 She met his gaze, pain and conflict within her own. “I am sorry. For all of this. I promise I will do everything in my power to stop them. But I will say again. I do not want to kill my siblings.” 

 More anger darkened Walter’s face. 

 “The Order won’t win, Walt,” Barbara said. She moved in front of him and touched his arm. “Isn’t that all that matters?”

 “No,” he said softly. “It isn’t.”

 “I know what it’s like to lose the ones I love,” Krel said. He shared a sad glance with Aja. “It’s unbearable. I was so angry. I almost did something I would regret.” He looked at a repentant Varvatos. “I miss my parents every delson. But vengeance isn’t the answer.”

 “I miss Nomura like crazy. We all do,” Claire said, blinking back tears. “But Nari still cares about them. And…I care about what she wants.” She smiled in Nari’s direction. “No matter what, she’ll do the right thing.”

 “We can still do right by Nomura, by everyone, without letting our anger control us,” Jim said.

 Uneasy silence fell over the Hall as Walter continued to pin Nari down with his stare. Several long seconds passed before he folded his arm and looked off to the side, having nothing else to say.  

 Douxie cleared his throat. “Right. That’s our plan then. Nari will handle the Fire and Ice Titans. Aja and Krel will focus on securing the arcane nets around Bellroc and Skrael. The rest of us will deal with whatever monstrosities emerge and wait for Nari’s signal. But take blows at the Titans whenever you can. We have to keep them away from the Heartstone or it’s game over.” His eyes swept over all their faces and his chest tightened. “Stay alive.”

 The rest was unspoken.

 Jim put his hand out. Claire and Toby joined him, then Aja and Krel, then Douxie and Zoe, Steve and Eli. Archie leaned in off Douxie’s shoulder, extending a wing towards the pile. Nari beamed and went up on the balls of her feet to reach. Barbara and Walter stood behind Jim with arms outstretched. The Blanks tried to squeeze in wherever they could, Luug wiggling in Lucy’s hold. Blinky, Aaarrrgghh, Varvatos, and Charlemagne formed a protective outer circle. The Guardians of Arcadia regarded one another. United in their resolve, and moved in their hearts by the friendships they’d made. 

 This family they’d become.

 ◇

 Jim looked at himself in the window. His mom had boarded the last evacuation ship with the rest of Arcadia Oaks. But not before showing him a light blue diamond ring on her left hand. 

 “That’s awesome, Mom,” Jim had said, hugging her close. “I’m happy for you guys.”

 “Thanks, sweetie.” Barbara took her son’s face in her hands and just looked at him. “I want to say ‘Don’t be a hero.’ But I know that nothing can stop you. You’ve always been a hero. My hero. It’s just who you are.”

 “You were my hero first, Mom.” Jim sniffled. “I uh…I think NotEnrique would make a perfect flower girl.”

 Barbara laughed and hugged him. “All your friends are invited.”

 All Jim could do was hold her tight and let his tears fall.

 Now as he watched a deep crimson hue bleed across the black sky, Jim’s fears were tamed. He closed his eyes, feeling the fit of his armor and the weight of Excalibur on his back. His body burned, but it didn’t hurt.  

 Don’t think. Become.

 Jim opened his eyes to his troll self in the glass.

 “Many of you fought alongside my mother and father,” Aja said. She was broadcasted on every screen of the Akiridion fleets headed for Earth, her people listening intently. “Thank you for fighting by my side now, for this little mudball planet your King In Waiting and I have come to love. But this isn’t just a battle for Earth. This is a war for the universe itself. House Tarron and Akiridion-5 will always fight for what’s right!” 

 In the Hall of The Round Table, Krel ran his fingers over the net gun. He’d never been much of a warrior. At least, that’s what he’d come to believe. Maybe he couldn’t lead an army, or skillfully wield a serrator with three hands behind his back like his father could. Instead his greatest declarations, his statements in the face of adversity, had always been what he built with his mind and hands. It was how he protected what mattered most.

 Krel strapped the net gun to his back. 

 Maybe the core of who he was was enough.

 [It’s okay to be afraid. I’m quite terrified myself, if I’m being honest. I may be a Master Wizard now, but I’m the furthest thing from invincible.] 

 Douxie stilled his thumbs on his phone, thinking. He took a breath and kept typing.

 [Merlin used to tell me a wizard never makes mistakes. So I want to relay that to you, fellow magicians. And it doesn’t matter if we’re on top of the world or at the darkest, lowest points within ourselves. Unexpected possibilities await us. Isn’t it astounding, what a little bit of magic can do?]

 [I have my doubts. But it won’t stop me from trying. It won’t stop me from fighting for what’s right. I hope any fears you have won’t stop you either. Take heart. Be courageous. Stay true. Then nothing will be impossible. Not even today.]

 He sent it to the massive text group he’d compiled. 

 “That’s a good little speech,” Zoe said, peeking at the screen to skim.

 “Encouragement goes a long way,” Douxie said, pocketing his phone. “The current situation is a wee bit stressful.” 

 “Just another doomsday.” Zoe faced him as he took her hands. Douxie kissed her and warmth fluttered through her.

 “I can’t believe I can do that whenever I want to now,” Douxie said, grinning against her lips. “You’re adorable when you blush.”

 Zoe narrowed her eyes. “I think you’re really hot.”

 She had no idea a person’s face could go that red that fast. Douxie was rendered a flushed, sputtering statue of a man. Zoe snickered into her fist.

 “Do you…you really think…so?” Douxie murmured, barely above a whisper. The answer was yes but Zoe just kept laughing.

 Nari had mounted her Titan and moved deeper into the forest until Camelot was in the far distance. She watched the red stained darkness, scanning way beyond the town’s borders for further sign of her siblings. It came in the form of a screeching roar piercing through the thunder, and a thin layer of frost draping across the woodland. The Forest Titan reared its head towards the sound, lifted its front legs away from the cold. Nari faced the clouds as the Fire Titan descended from their depths, streams of red fire turning sheets of rain to mist. The landscape ruptured as giant icicles exploded from the horizon and rapidly overtook the forest. The Ice Titan smashed through an icy wall, stomping its way closer.

 The Forest Titan inched forward to meet its siblings. Nari steeled herself, hid her emotions away as Bellroc circled above before landing beside her, the earth trembling under the Fire Titan’s mass. Her eyes fell upon Skrael, and she had to grind her teeth to halt any outward reaction. His left arm had been severed. In its place was a new appendage of black ice, markings of fiery red and frosty blue wrapping the limb like tattered bandages. It remained stiff and unmoving at his side. Skrael’s eyes glinted with cold, lethal hatred. Nari had never seen him so angered.

 “How sentimental of you to wait for us, Nari.” Bellroc’s low reverberating voice grated Nari’s ears. “Would you look at what your disgusting ‘friends’ did to our brother. They deserve the agony we’re about to inflict, don’t you agree?”

 “Enough waiting!” Skrael spat. “I’ll kill them all. I want to watch them all writhe like worms and suffer! Nari!”

 Nari swallowed. She willed her Titan to stand by Skrael’s side. A sickening grin stretched across Bellroc’s face. The three Titans advanced towards the Heartstone’s light, ice and lava trailing behind. As they entered the town and neared the Heartstone, they were met with the Guardians of Arcadia already there, standing guard upon surrounding rooftops. 

 Douxie magicked up a megaphone. “You can stop right there, you elemental goliaths!”

 “So you survived,” Bellroc hissed, “only to prolong your death.”

 “We won’t let you do this,” Douxie said. His gaze flicked to Nari. “You’ve taken far too much, not only from us, but from the world you convinced yourselves you were protecting. When in reality, you’re nothing but heartless killers. You may have taken our friends. You may have taken Nari. But your campaign of terror ends today!”

 Jim drew Excalibur. Claire’s palms filled with shadows. Toby twirled his hammer, Aaarrrgghh slamming tiles with his fists. Blinky was manning one of the mech suits, having loaded its cannons with dwarkstones. Walter leapt into the air and drew two knives.

 The Creepslayerz struck their poses, Steve brandishing Toothache and Eli locking on with his serrator gun. Aja and Krel each had their own hoverboards now. Aja configured her serrator into a laser and took aim, Varvatos following suit. The Blanks smiled wide and flashed their cannons and torches. Luug growled with all four mandibles curled. 

 Charlemagne soared above and roared a battle cry. Pink electricity whipped between Zoe’s fingers. Smoke billowed from Archie’s jaws. Douxie poofed away the megaphone to replace it with his staff.

 “Nari was never yours,” Skrael snarled. With a swing of his staff, the Ice Titan summoned an enormous shroud of cold mist. From the haze came a countless host of frospecters.

 “You have our thanks for the entertainment,” Bellroc said. The Fire Titan belched a river of lava. Salamanders the size of crocodiles with igneous scales and feral six eyed hellhounds emerged from the infernal current by the thousands. 

 The Forest Titan bashed the ground with its front legs, hoards of carnifloras spewing forth from the earth. Gigantic venus flytraps, some with more than one head. Trees with multiple mouths crammed with razor teeth. Plants of every variety, sharp and pointy and drooling. A bloodthirsty jungle.

 “You really think you can stand against us?” Bellroc shouted with a crazed smile, their firestorm eyes flaring. 

 Aja brought her hoverboard higher and yelled, “Actually, we do!”

 On command, the entirety of the Akiridion fleets parted the black clouds, filling and illuminating the sky electric blue. Three hundred foot combat robots dropped from hatches, crushing buildings as they struck their landings. Hundreds of battle pods zipped alongside ships. One pod dove low. Izita opened the hatch for Zadra to leap out. She freefalled then flipped to land next to Varvatos, her double sided scythe drawn, not a single sweat broken. At that moment, Stuart’s taco truck came weaving down the road with its horn blaring.

 “Hello there, your Majesties!” the putrid green alien hollered out his window. “Lovely weather for a brawl!”

 Bellroc and Skrael glowered as more reinforcements came pouring into Arcadia Oaks from all sides. 

 Clans of trolls came rolling in. Quagawumps, flocks of Stalkings, the Geowarts with their gemstone blemishes, Gobble’s Grotto trolls, the diamond horned Diamarket trolls. Trolls with tiger stripes and polka dots, mohawks and walrus tusks, long necks and long limbs, blind trolls, deaf trolls. Trolls from far and wide. The Krubera came marching, wielding swords and spears. Gnome Chompsky rode in on NotEnrique’s back, hoards of gnomes flanking them.

 “Just in time for the party!” NotEnrique said. He waved at Claire. “Good ta see ya, sis!” 

 Chompsky cackled his gibberish, raising a tiny knife. Excited garble rose from his fellow gnomes.

 Luma strode forward with all of Harmonia. And, to everyone’s surprise, the Moonglow Hollow tribe had joined them.

 “Eeeek!” Alabaster squealed, his spear shaking in his hands. His trolls mirrored his fright. “B-B-Big scary— I want t-to go home, I want to go hooome!”

 “And you shall,” Luma said, drawing her dagger. 

 Last to arrive were armies of spell-casters hailing from all across the globe. Village healers and street performers. Shamans and psychics, alchemists and summoners, warrior mages and potioneers. The technomancers of Hex Tech. Vigilante warlocks and enchantresses. Even a few other shadowmancers. Wizards and witches who’d answered the call poofed, manifested, teleported, levitated into place alongside the heroes, magic at the ready. 

 Douxie jumped when an old stone-faced sorcerer glared his way. “C-Clancy Pendragon! Glad you could make it, old pal! Your turnips doing well?”

 “I’m not your pal, Casperan” he grumbled.

 “Hope that’s a yes…,” Douxie murmured.

 The Arcane Order seethed and summoned even more monstrosities. Volcanic behemoths and skeletal frostbitten wolves the size of horses.

 Cords of lightning lacerated the slate heavens. Thunder vibrated the atmosphere. The rainfall was cool and humid, relentless as both armies held in charged anticipation.

 Bellroc sneered. “How shameful. Our fellow creatures of magic, you’ve all condemned yourselves with the mortal vermin.” They raised their staff. “Come, my siblings. Let us slaughter them all and torture their spirits as we reclaim this world!” Their eyes fixated on the Heartstone. “Yes, this wretched world and the stars beyond…Mine…It shall all be m—”

 The Forest Titan rammed its sharpened antlers into the Fire Titan’s side, while its hind legs brutally smashed into the Ice Titan. Below, every single carniflora suddenly turned on the beasts of flame and frost, strangling and swallowing whole.

 Warrior shouts erupted, rivaling the thunderclaps.

 “For glory and Eternity!” Luma cried.

 “For Nomura!” Walter snarled. 

 “For the good of all!” Jim roared. His friends echoed him.

 The Guardians of Arcadia and their allies surged forward.

~

Previous Chapter

Author’s Notes : I’m so tired lol

Those of you who made it to the end of this insane chapter, thank you so much reading. Changeling!Jim wielding Excalibur has finally entered the ring >:D Also ZOUXIE!!!!!! >w<

Someone asked me who exactly the Great Eternity is. The best way I can explain it is by comparing him to the Arcane Order. Whereas the Arcane Order were the one pulling the strings throughout the series, I wanted Elyolam to be that but for the good guys. Hopefully it’ll make more sense by the end!

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Bless and thank you again for reading and for all your comments. I’m determined to have this fic completed by July 21st. In the meantime, onward to the final battle!

#rika tries to write #the eternal day : tales of arcadia #jim lake jr #claire nunez #toby domzalski #toa blinky #toa aaarrrgghh #jlaire #steve palchuk #eli pepperjack #aja tarron #krel tarron #staja #varvatos vex #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #zoe ashildr #toa zoe #ZOUXIE #toa archie #toa nari #nari of the eternal forest #toa bellroc #toa skrael #elyolam the great eternity #my oc(s) #tales of arcadia #trollhunters rise of the titans #rise of the titans #rott rewrite

[prismagpie]

WHERE: carnival of time WHEN: early december (no specific date) WHO: anyone! ( @anchoragestarters ) CAP: 3/4

If there one thing the mysterious assailants haunting this town couldn't kill, it was holiday spirit. Already, the trees of downtown Anchorage had been strewn with Christmas lights in a glittering variety of colours and the streets were lined with ice sculptures. There were probably few places in town more aggressively festive than the Carnival, both in the abundance of lights and decorations and in the blatant money-grabbing – Ash had managed to slip in for free by confusing the attendant at the gate because, despite all his other flaws, he'd always been crafty. Since he'd skipped out on the entrance fee, he had money to spare on games and other attractions, of which his attention was currently taken up by a ring-toss game stall. He'd watched a family go through it before him and figured this one wasn't rigged, given that their kid managed to land a hit despite their terrible aim, and was just about to step up to claim his turn when he collided with another body, a small 'oof!' escaping him at the impact. Not one to give up and flee at the first sign of trouble, Ash jumped on the defensive. (For no good reason, I hasten to add.)

"Nah-uh, I don't think so, I was here first," he said, thrusting his pointer finger in the direction of the stall, specifically at a row of plush dolls near the top of it. "I've got my sights set on that fucked up-looking penguin up there and I'm not letting anyone screw this up for me."

#« ᴀsʜ ʏᴏᴏɴ » / 「 replies. 」 #anchoragestarters #i'm feeling FESTIVE #have at it!! #my only request is that you skip over this one if you replied to rika's open a couple weeks back!! #i wanna branch out and write with as many ppl here as possible! <3 #also to the admins: i hope this doesn't clash with any of the advent calendar plans! i tried to keep it very generic!

[transboykirito]

Barriers

After dating for nearly a year, Rika takes Suguha back to England to meet her father and younger sister.

(SAO Pride Week 2022, Day 3 - "Perseverance")

#saoprideweek2022 #sugulis #fanfic #mine* #i told you guys i was gonna write something with british rika. reki has given me too much power #also i had to throw in a refernce to her caffine addiction at the end bc same #god this whole fic is just me going 'same' this is like every other month in my house #i hope the formatting is okay to understand? i've never tried writing anything with character speaking like multiple languages #my brother invited his new gf to meet us a little while ago and we got this moment again it was actually really sweet #it is currently nearly 2am and im going to bed i changed how i had this formatted like 2345873485 times so editing took way too long sorry

[betawooper]

bro watching these playthroughs is very hard (has adhd)

#i do not think i have the strength to watch through ray's route oh boy #especially since rika is slightly less relevant in it #wish there was like an archive of the route summaries but ive tried looking for them #and alas #alright maybe i should focus my research #instead of writing down every chatroom i just note rika related stuff #like flashbacks and discussions during the chatrooms #bc like at the end of the day im composing an original route #that doesnt follow the story of the other two routes #since they dont follow each other either #right? #rika route

[yourstrulyrika]

rika <3 was wondering if u could write smth about leon reassuring reader? maybe she insecure, thinks that leon deserves someone better (ada maybe?)

you are sooo sweet to us all, i hope you are taking care of yourself!! xoxo

hello ♡ of course!! i actually love this concept, been thinking about this, so ofc! also love you too ♡ i’m glad all of you are following me!!

no warnings, pure fluff and comfort. heavy mentions of insecurity and mental struggles though. reader is hinted to be Leon’s mission partner, but not stated directly!! re4r!Leon :3

you’re insecure, to say the least. always thinking you’re not good enough, that you’re ugly, undeserving— and then there’s Leon. the most perfect man you laid your eyes on, and he’s your boyfriend. he loves you, more than life itself — but even when he tells you that, you don’t quite believe it. Leon is honest, sure, but what if he’s just saying this? what if he just doesn’t want to make you upset? those thoughts keep nagging your head. your mind is your own hell.

and there’s also Ada. Ada Wong — Leon has said so many times they don’t share anything, that he doesn’t like her that way.She’s just the part of his life he can’t get rid of—

and that mere sentence strengthened your doubts. it got worse. so much worse.

you saw her like once in your life, and the way Leon looks at her. you started thinking he loves her, doubts eating you alive. Ada is so much prettier, so much better, smarter, stronger— the list can go on. you hate it. what if Leon likes her more and is with you out of pity? after all, he knows Ada for long years right? You know about the kiss— he says it was just Ada using his feelings and all that. you did not believe him. not one fucking bit.

since then, your mind has created a whole new scenario that Leon doesn’t love you. you can’t help it. you started isolating yourself, closing yourself in your own world and not speaking to him. any attemps at conversation coming from Leon were futile. you just couldn’t find it in yourself to speak. why would he want to speak with you anyway? he has Ada, right? she’s so much better.

but, Leon was going insane. losing his damn mind over this. he knew something was going on. why won’t you talk to him? what’s going on— why are you so damn quiet? pushing him away? he feels so confused, but also so stressed out over this. what happened? what did he do wrong?

he tried talking to you, but you just.. won’t budge. and he feels so damn horrible. he just wants to wrap you in his arms and comfort you.

“Please, just speak to me. Baby? Please, I beg you. I love you, you know that, right?”

you hear his words, but you don’t respond. why can’t he just go away? obviously he’s lying.

but he just gets so damn frustrated. he’s growing fucking desperate. your doors are locked— not letting him in. but he won’t let you isolate yourself any further. he literally breaks down the door to reach you, finding you laying down on the bed.

he kneels down beside your bed, reaching out to take your hand in his. when you don’t reach back, he frowns, but doesn’t push any further. instead, he lets you have your own space.

“What’s going on? Please, talk to me. No matter how silly you think it is.” he’s genuine when saying this. he genuinely cares about you so damn much, wants you to be happy with him.

you hesitate to respond, mumbling out a single “Ada Wong.”

and it was enough to hit him with a damn reality check. you were insecure about Ada. you were always insecure, but surely Ada’s appearance didn’t help. the way he’s looking at you, so sweet and loving, it tells you he understands. he stands up, sitting on the bed to cup your cheeks.

“Oh baby. I’m so sorry. So fucking sorry.” that’s all he says while looking into your eyes to make sure you understand what he’s saying.

“I know what you think. I can see it right in your eyes. But please, don’t think she means anything to me. She’s a part of my past, sure, but she’s just the past. What matters is right now — and right now, you’re mine. I don’t feel anything towards Ada. That feeling left years ago. Please, let me prove it to you.” he says as he presses his lips to your forehead, interlocking your fingers together. you let him in, let him hold you. and he’s so damn happy over this — so desperate to reassure you.

“I missed holding you so much, princess. I love you, and only you. I’m all yours — everything I have, it’s also yours. My body, my heart, my soul belongs to you.” he whispers in your ear, laying down beside you, turning your position a little so you face him while he holds you.

“And I don’t want anyone else. No one. All I see is you. Everyone else just don’t matter to me. You’re all I want.” he’s peppering your face with little kisses, hoping you hear him out. he makes sure you fall asleep that night, in his arms. he’s holding you in his arms through the whole night, not letting go.

“There’s no one better than you. Not even Ada, Jill, Claire— no one. No. One.” he says this firmly, making sure you understand. or at least tries to get it into your head. he’s so hopelessly in love with you, literally could die for you. one could say he’s almost obsessed— in a way, he is. he thinks about you 24/7, even on his missions, when about to sleep, when training.

he falls asleep eventually, once you’re asleep— and when he wakes up, and sees you awake, he’s already all over you.

“Please, don’t leave me. Never leave.” he begs you; you can see how desperate he is. you never see him so open with his feelings. but he just can’t handle the thought of you leaving, he’s so damn terrified about this. looking at you with vulnerable, soft eyes, pleading you to understand. he loves you with his entire heart, and he means it.

“I won’t. I love you, too.”

you say, and that much is enough for him to pull you into a kiss. a deep, loving kiss where pours all his love into. it lasts until both of you are breathless, but even then, he doesn’t want to let go. lets you catch your breath, before pulling you into another kiss. locking your lips with his own, cupping your face. when he pulls away, he looks at you again, with a soft smile on his face.

“Let’s have a lazy day today, okay? I just want to pamper you, show you I love you so much. Just let me take care of you — I want to make sure you won’t ever doubt yourself over Ada again.”

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil x you #resident evil x reader

[shunshunrika]

I have no idea if your requests are still open so if they aren't feel free to ignore this😭♡♡

Okay so I was thinking jjk men

Like inumaki, gojo,yuta,megumi,nanami and geto when you send them a spicey pic of you while they're in public

If you decide to write this thank youu and I hope you have lovely day/night💕💕

SPICY WIFEY

synopsis: You send your boyfriend one special naughty picture ... or more when they are out and about.

**minors don't interact**

GOJO SATORU

Calls right away. Screams loud enough to make your eardrums burst.

“WHAT DID YOU JUST SEND!?"

"I'm sorry I was just missing you..." You pouted. ".. A little?"

"DO YOU REALIZE I CANNOT FUCK MY PHONE JACK? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE THIS Y/N?"

"Gojo! We don't want to hear any of that. Come back to the meeting!" You hear the frustration in Utahime's voice in the background and giggle.

"You don't have to fuck your phone when you can fuck me instead... When you get home that is." You say seductively.

"Oh you're getting slammed tonight." He says. He probably has a menacing expression on right now. "Next time, send me a picture of all the hickeys and bruises you're going to get from me."

YUUTA OKKOTSU

"R-rika chan, don't look." Yuuta gulped, hiding his phone from his cursed spirit as she tried to peek. "I can't expose Y/N like that!"

With that, Rika quietly disappeared, shaking her head at Yuuta as he finally looks at the chat screen in disbelief. You have sent him a message 10 minutes ago after sending rather obscene pictures of your ass.

"Are you leaving me on read after receiving those hot ass pictures?"

"It's not that, princess." Yuuta types, smiling softly. "Rika would've rioted. I had to hide."

"Omg, get rid of her already. Who's your girlfriend, me or her? dummy." you sent him a hasty message, biting your lip. Yuuta was in high demand after all.

"As an apology, let me munch on that bum when I get back?" Yuuta sent, with a winky face attached.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Megumi doesn't like surprises particularly. Also, he isn't someone to check his phone often. So, imagine the look of horror on his face when he turns his phone to check the time and finds a picture of you with your tits out, obscured by nipple pasties, looking at him with puppy eyes - set as his wallpaper!

He quickly shoves his phone in his pocket, completely forgetting about the time and looks around to see if anyone saw THAT.

He feels this mixture of thrill and irritation as he gets his phone out to call you and munch you out. He is then faced with your round tits again and blushes, embarrassed. Carefully, he dials your number and you seem to be expecting his call already.

"Like your surprise, Gumi?~" you purr.

"You are so dead."

GETO SUGURU

Probably the type to send you nudes randomly throughout the day.

*ping*

you eye your phone and see three suspicious notifications from Geto, along with a "Missing you."

He always does this and you always fall for it. End up opening his lusty, sinful pictures of either his cock or his back muscles and ass in public. Today, you want to take revenge on him.

You sit in front of his 'family', his followers who are curious to know why the madam has summoned them.

"Suguru." you speak into the phone when he picks up.

"mmm? Did my baby see the video?"

"No, but I am about to broadcast it to your family. Bye-Bye!"

"Huh.. huh?? Wait.. Y/N?!!?"

NANAMI KENTO

"What is it?" Nanami uttered into his phone, sandwiched between his cheek and shoulder as he worked on some paperwork.

"Check your phone, Kento." you urged with a whine. It had been a while since you sent the video but got no response.

"The tone of your voice makes me think what you've sent is not safe for work." he stated calmly.

"And?"

"And I'm at work."

"God, you are the most boring man ever. I'm sending it to Gojo instead."

"If you shut up, stay patient and keep the phone, I'll give you kisses tonight."

"Hmph." you pout, cutting the call.

About 30 minutes later, you get a notification from Nanami. 3 pictures of his dick glazed with fluids, shining for you.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #smut #fluff #angst #gojo satoru #geto suguru #manga #anime #japan #megumi fushiguro #toji #yuuta okkotsu #kento nanami #x reader #x you #x y/n #x female reader #drabbles #shorts #imagines #headcanons #fanfiction #writing #au #thirsts

[just-jordie-things]

hellooo!! prompt 11 (i almost lost you) kiss with inumaki ^^

the way u write him is literally amazing 🙏🙏

11: "I Almost Lost You" Kiss ___

when gojo sent you, inumaki, and panda back to jujutsu tech, you weren't sure what to expect. but you didn't think twice before agreeing. if yuuta and maki need help, you'd be there without question- and you were.

you probably should have given it a second thought- geto suguru was a special grade sorcerer after all, and he alone took on the five of you with ease.

maki was badly beaten, and it had taken a great deal of strength for you to move her somewhere you hoped she would be safe until the situation was handled. your heart was beating in your ears with a the fear of uncertainty of her well being, but you knew your friends still needed you to fight.

when you returned to the fight, your heart shattered. much of the courtyard and nearby buildings had been destroyed, and it was obvious by who as rika and another large curse you didn't recognize were throwing each other around like toys. the high pitched screech of the queen of curses sent a chill in your bones that made you grateful she was on your side.

you tried to aid yuuta and toge- you weren't sure where panda had gone- to the best of your ability. but you'd already exerted so much energy in downtown tokyo, and the again when you'd rushed maki to safety. with every step you took, every swing of your blade, you found your vision blurring, and your heart pounding in your head.

if you weren't careful, you were going to get yourself hurt. but it was hard to be careful when you were hardly even thinking before welding your weapon. there was simply no time.

red clouds your vision, and it feels as though you're out of body as you swing at geto again, again, and again- your cursed energy buzzing through your veins being the only thing you could feel besides anger.

this must be what runners feel, you think distantly. all you know is exhaustion, you've never pushed yourself so hard that you think your entire body could crumple to the ground at any moment and yet your attacks remain ferocious and unrelenting.

it even hurts to breathe, you think you may have broken a rib, and you're sure you've sustained other injuries, but you don't rest. you don't even catch your breath.

it's not until you watch the curse in geto's control strike at toge and send him flying some thirty feet behind you that your animosity falters. your blade almost falls from your hand as you watch the way his body flies through the air. the cry you let out is guttural, and you pay no attention to anything else around you as you take off in the direction he's falling.

there's not a chance you could ever make it there in time before he hits the ground, but still you're pushing your aching legs as hard as you can to try and reach him.

that unsettling fear that had nestled into your chest earlier is presenting itself again, sending a drop to your stomach that would have made you throw up had you any energy to do so. your throat is dry and and burning as it tightens, your breaths quick an uneven. there's not nearly enough oxygen in your lungs to even keep you upright let alone conscious- yet here you were sprinting at full speed.

yuuta's a special grade, too, you try to remind yourself of your more-than capable classmate's abilities. him and rika can certainly defeat geto. they have to. and so they will.

when toge hits the ground it's just a few feet ahead of you. he doesn't make a sound as he crashes, and you're certain he's already lost consciousness. he probably plummeted fifteen feet, he'll be lucky if he gets up with only a broken arm. when you finally approach him, you can see it's much, much worse.

there's dried blood caking his jaw, from the overuse of his cursed speech, no doubt. and that doesn't seem to be the worst of it. every tear in his uniform displays blue and purple bruising. his arm is twisted behind him in an unnatural bend, and worse, there's blood pooling underneath him.

your feet trip over rubble as you near him, sending you crashing down beside him, but even as your knees are bruised and bloodied you don't care. your hands are grabbing toge by his shoulders, your chest heaving as you gasp and choke for air- something that's becoming even harder the more you try to do.

breathing is the least of your concerns.

"t-toge," you shake his shoulders, gently at first as you're worried about his injuries, but when he doesn't immediately react, you're shovinghim roughly against the ground, hard enough you're certainly leaving bruises of your own. "toge-!"

you can hardly speak, your empt lungs finally catching up to you. one of your hands grabs the collar that's hung around his neck, and you try to wipe some of the blood from his face. it stains the blue material.

but if he wakes up you'll buy him a new one. you'll buy him a hundred new scarves if he'd just wake up.

you can't bear the thought of him not waking up. you don't know what you'd do. you'd probably die by his side, failing to pay attention to the surrounding threats. it was a foolish way to go, but you couldn't bring yourself to move. you remained glued beside him, almost overtop of him as you kept your grip glued to his shoulders. you tried to pay attention to what was happening around you, desperate to protect him, but you didn't exactly feel equipped for the job.

you couldn't move, you could barely breathe, and you weren't even sure how much longer you'd stay conscious, but you vowed right there that you'd fight till your dying breath to make sure no harm came to the boy you cared for so deeply again.

you can't quite see what happened, due to your dwindling focus, but there was a bright flash of light, so bright that it blinded you, and you brought your hand to your eyes to shield them while you tried to make out what was happening.

who's power was this? you wondered, before the light ceased, replaced by a gentler glow of pink and purple hues. was this yuuta's doing? or was it geto's?

just as you're trying to blink your eyes enough to steady your focus, you feel something wrap around your wrist, tugging in a weak motion.

your head whips around so fast you feel the sore muscles in your neck burn, but you brush off the pain when you see Togo's eyelashes briefly flicker, before his eyes squeeze shut.

"toge- toge?" you're breathless, your lungs finally ready to give out from the leap of excitment in your breathing.

you're ignoring the fireworks show behind you, not caring how this whole ordeal is going to come to it's end, as long as the boy you love opens his eyes and can tell you he's okay, then you'll accept whatever fate is about to come.

he coughs, wheezes, and then let's out a sigh. you can't tell if he feels any pain or if he's just trying to catch up with being awake, but you grab his hand from his wrist and hold it between yours as firmly as you can.

hell, even your fingers are weak, they tremble under the light weight of his arm, but you just grasp onto him tighter as tears cloud your vision.

"toge, can you hear me?"

you're whimpering, although you're trying not to. you want to remain strong for him, you want to sound clear and concise, so that you can be what he leans on for support. but your heart is beating erratically and you can't help the emotion that overcomes you.

especially ones his eyes peek open with the rasp of his voice.

"salmon"

a choked laugh of relief claws it's way out of your throat, and you think that the lavender hues in his irises is prettier than you've ever seen before.

you're overwhelmed, and you know you can't afford to gasp for air, and so to hold onto the oxygen in your lungs you let your relief take over as you lean over him, and kiss him.

you hold your breath as your lips to his as softly as you can, afraid that even an ounce of pain would be too much for his body to bear. he seems to have the same worry, as you both remain as frozen as you can, letting your mouths brush over one another in a kiss so gentle it's featherlight-ness could easily be mistaken for a mirage drawn up by your subconscious.

when your tears fall onto his cheek, toge knows it's very real. you're right there. and when you pull away from him and his eyes finally focus on you, you're the most beautiful sight he'd ever laid eyes on. the sky is painted in bright colors from rika's departure, but none as bright as the look of utter relief and adoration on your face.

___

xoxo ~ jordie

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[gojotenshi]

For centuries, the Blood Moon Society has existed as a buffer between humans and vampires, keeping their blood lust at bay by providing them with humans willing to be drank from.

Both parts are supposed to keep their feelings away from the situation, just another day in the office as it was. They should have known that life has never been that easy.

A collection of explicit works that will follow the lives of the humans that get deeply tangled with vampires, complicating their lives in ways that they never thought possible.

All works will be xreader and below you will find a tentative list of pairings.

They will heavily feature normal tws related to vampires ( blood, biting, ... ), explicit content and very likely dark content as well. Triggers will be featured on each work as I start posting.

Post will be updated with small summaries as soon as I plan it all out, which should be around tomorrow. Summaries have been added, some may be subject to change as I start writing but hopefully things will go as planned. As soon as I finish any of them I will post a small timeline of posting times.

Satoru Gojo & Suguru Geto

↬ You get sent to to the home of Gojo and Geto after their regular feeding partner has been turned. It's not their first time reaching for the Blood Moon Society, but it's been a while. And it shows in the way that they're unwilling to let you go.

Sukuna Ryomen

↬ Who guessed going against a hunter would have put you under the attention of one of the vampire archdukes? You had no clue that he was that powerful, all you were doing was your job. But interest from a powerful vampire is not like fiction told you it was going to be.

Yuta Okkotsu

↬ Grief lead him to disastrous ends, but his friends helped pick up the pieces. You're the first Blood Moon Society member Yuta has used in ages, and you're his first fresh feed since Rika died. You wished you had seen the red signs earlier.

Kento Nanami

↬ Kento tried to keep himself away from attachments, just wanted a peaceful life. But you're a breath of fresh air that he can't help but crave. It's a fight against himself and the world, is it not?

Hiromi Higuruma

↬ Workaholic. Tired of everything. That's Hiromi on a good day. He lives on blood bags and coffee and doesn't really have much of a life outside of his work. And then you appear on his life, someone he hasn't expected but someone that he finds himself unwilling to let go of.

Choso Kamo Itadori

↬ From the first moment Choso saw you, he understood one undeniable fact - You were meant to be together. You're trying really hard to let him down gently, but it's quite difficult to change his mind. And as time passes, it becomes even more difficult for you to remember why you were telling him no.

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #↬ 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 | works

[e-r0da]

A Strong Sorcerer

AN: First work so please let me know what you think! Don't really know where this came from tbh, just wanted to try my hand at writing :) Might make a part two if the inspo strikes!

Word Count: ~1.5k

CW: Mention of severe injury. Fluff hinting at a potential Yuuta x reader pairing.

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You were never going to be the strongest sorcerer.

Perhaps that’s not what the doctor said, but it’s what you understood.

Your fingers trailed your face softly, inching above your cheekbones and around the bridge of your nose, mapping out the bandages that hid what came of your first solo assignment. 

Perhaps this is how it feels, you thought. To prove yourself.

It wasn’t your mission, at least not originally. But as a newly enrolled second-grade with an untested talent for handling shikigami, the sorcerer commission was curious enough to sub you in for Megumi, who was busy enough. So you took the mission. You just wanted to be of use.  

But no one anticipated a special-grade curse to be there to greet you.

Curious, you tried touching your right eye. A searing bolt of pain wormed its way into your brain as your hand jolted from your face, white stars blooming in your mind’s eye. Fuck. You felt a bit sick to your stomach, trying your best to calm your breathing and bite back a yelp.

You forced yourself to think logistically.

You would never be the strongest. Fine. This was never about that, anyway.

Would the commission even name you a grade-one after this? Maybe. It was undeniable that you had potential. And even if they never did, well. That wouldn’t be what stopped you.

Most importantly, could you still do it?

Could you still kill that curse?

You sat silently. You didn’t know how to answer the question that mattered most.

Without your sight, how much longer would it take to do what was needed?

*

“We’re here. Hold still for a minute, I’ll grab your stuff first and help you in.”

“Thanks.”

You felt Megumi’s hand leave your shoulder, his warmth slipping behind you quietly, presumably down the hall where a duffel of your equipment and medical supplies had been set down at the dorm’s entrance.

He felt bad, you knew that. But you wish he hadn’t. Megumi didn’t need another burden to shoulder.

The sound of wood creaking distracted you. It sounded like it came from your upper left. Huh. He moved fast.

“Megumi, I should have it from here so you don’t ne—”

“Wait-no Rika I didn’t mean—!”

“YUUTA YOU LIAR!”

You couldn’t help but feel your eyebrows shoot up as the floor shook beneath you. You searched for a wall to keep you balanced. Wait...Rika?

“Please it’s really okay—”

“BUT YOU TOLD THEM NO ONIONS!!” The floor shook again. 

Oh yeah, yup. Yuuta was definitely back.

The corner of your mouth twitched as you piped up. “Did he at least get the ranch, Rika?”

“-oh my god...”

“—YUUTA WHERE IS THE RANCH??!?”

You heard Megumi quietly step to your left, a small sigh leaving him. “No ranch? Now that’s just wrong, man.”

Turning your head in the direction of his voice, you murmured an agreement.

A door creaked open, followed by the soft sound of Yuuta scratching the back of his head timidly. Even without your sight, you’d watched him do it enough in the past to picture it now with ease.

“...Hey.”

You began to smile at the sound of his voice. But then the air was squeezed from you in one fell swoop.

“EEEE!”

You clambered an arm around Rika’s bear-hugging form, trying to simultaneously give her a welcome-back pat and expand your lungs.

“I missed you too, girlie.” You breathed out.

“Rika, she’s injured.” Bless your heart, Megumi.

You were dropped quickly. 

Megumi quietly grabbed your shoulder once again before you could stumble.

“NOOOO! NOOO! I’M SORRY!!”

You laughed. “I’m fine, Rika. You did nothing wrong.”

You heard the special-grade curse whimper. 

“I MISSED ONEE-CHAN...” Sometimes, Rika reminds you of a baby sister. 

It was easy to forget what the small girl had become at times like this. You wondered a bit if soon it would be even easier, now that you couldn’t actually see her anymore.

“We both missed you.” Your head whipped around. 

Yuuta. It made your chest warm up a bit, knowing he sounded the same as ever.

“How are you feeling?” 

“Hungry, if I’m being honest.”

“WE GOT NUGGETS!!! YUUTA! YUUTA THE NUGGETS!!!”

You let out an excited gasp. “With—”

“—with honey mustard, yes. I’m on it!” Rika let out a satisfied hum as Yuuta went to find your nuggets.

“YUUTA WENT BACK FOR THE MUSTARD. HE WAS SO COOL!!”

“Wooow! How did he forget his ranch then?”

Yuuta let out a strangled sigh from inside his room.

And...did Megumi just snort? 

*

Licking the last of the honey mustard from the counter of your mouth, you took in the silence that filled the hall, jokes of the past hour or so fading into the walls. Megumi had left to help with a mission, but Yuuta was still here, sitting beside you, and now that he was sans Rika he was awfully quiet. 

You missed being able to read people’s faces.

He breaks the silence. 

“We should have been there.”

Ah. You grasp at the floor around you for a napkin before wiping your hands and face clean. It buys you a few seconds to conjure something logical to say.

“At least it's dead. It can’t hurt anyone else.”

“It hurt you, though.” Oof. Okay, we’re being direct today.

“…No use crying over spilt milk, Yuuta.”

“This feels more serious than spilt milk, y/n.”

Man. 

“Don’t worry about me.”

“…”

This kind of silence–awkward silence–between you two felt foreign. You usually found peace in his company, even when it was silent. And even when things went wrong, you were usually the one trying to convince Yuuta to seek out help–whether it be in the form of medicine, company, or a break. Having someone fuss over you so persistently instead made you itchy all over. 

You wanted it to stop.

“...Yuuta.”

“Yeah?”

“Can I…” for a brief moment, you thought you wanted to ask him for a hug. 

“Can I have your onions?” That was equally as bad.

“...oh. Yeah, lemme put them on your plate.”

“Thanks.”

The silence now was worse than before, with the only thing filling it being your obnoxious crunching and the smell of raw onion (why oh why did you do this to yourself) making things even more acidic feeling, if possible.

He tries again, softer this time, if that was even possible.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” 

For some reason his words get the onions lodged in your throat.

You get up quickly mid-retch, trying to escape the fucking onions–and Yuuta’s aura of pity.

He pats your back firmly at some point (while apologizing because he seems to think that this counts as hitting you??) and it dislodges the vegetable, much to your relief. 

“This is all my fault.” Jesus christ.

“Ohmygod Yuuta please–”

“I really told them no onions this time, though.” Oh. Oh.

You let loose a cackle, at the absurdity of it all. And soon enough, Yuuta follows suit, hand still lingering on your back. Suddenly it feels like how things usually are between you two. Easy.

You breathe in deeply, taking a moment to recover from your laughing/choking fit before remembering what it is he said that got you in this state in the first place.

“I know I can talk to you, Yuuta. You’re probably the only person I would talk to...like that.”

The honesty in your voice somewhat surprises even you, making you a bit embarrassed. From the way his hand grips your shirt slightly, you would say the vulnerability shocked him too.

“–But! For now, can you take me back to my room?” you scratched the base of your skull. “I could really use a nap after all that yummy stuff.”

His chuckle is delicate, understanding. “I’d be happy to.” 

You don’t quite hear him move until you feel his warm breath fanning your neck, his hand softly holding your arm. 

“And...”

“Yeah?” Your cheeks feel hot.

“Whether I worry about you or not is up to me.”

At that you were quiet, brows scrunched together as your heart felt just a bit more heavy with every passing moment you spent together.

Yuuta was one of the few people who could still make you…uncomfortable. But not because he was mean. Never because he was mean. People like that had long since stopped bothering you. Rather, he reminded you of your mother’s hand in your hair, calming you between sobs. He reminded you of the freely-given ‘I love you’s’ of your baby sister. He reminded you of the only people you buried. Of tenderness.

He was probably the best friend you had ever made. It was just a shame that you had a death wish.

After a few moments of hobbling around together, he places your hand at the door knob of your room. 

“Here we are.”

You try to be honest. To warn him, inadvertently, as you step from your shared space in the hall to the one that was just your own.

“I still plan on fighting, you know.”

He doesn’t even miss a beat.

“Then I’ll help you train.”

#yuuta x y/n #okkotsu yuuta #yuuta x reader #jjk yuuta #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #rika orimoto #yuta okkutsu #yuuta okkotsu #fluff #jjk fluff

[rikalovesrice]

Sneak peek snippets #2 for Chapter 9 of The Eternal Day

~

“Wait, Charlemagne?” Zoe’s head snapped to Archie. “As in that Charlemagne?” She gaped for a second, then bit her bottom lip and snorted. “Archie…Seriously? No…This? This is the big bad draconic terror you’ve been telling me about for the past millennium? And he’s your dad?”

“Archibald’s always been quite the storyteller! Or, or rather I should say,” Charlie wiggled his tail, “Storytailer? Bwahahahaha!”

Nari giggled. “You are so funny.”

-

“Do not misunderstand me.” Luma stood and maneuvered around her table. Her gaze glowed with affection as she placed one hand on Jim’s shoulder and the other on Claire’s. Then her expression darkened, a dangerous glint in her eyes, and her tone became low and hushed with sincerity. “I’m very, very angry, my dears. And so I will wage war with these harbingers of darkness and destruction. But not with more bitterness. But with love for what is right.” Luma looked at Jim and Claire’s faces. “For what is good.”

“‘For the good of all.’” Jim met her gaze. “That’s what you always say.”

Luma smiled. “And for all that is good.”

-

“Including me?” Douxie said, feigning hurt. “Because you’ve definitely stolen from me.”

“What? I have not!”

“I think you have.”

“When?”

Douxie grinned and started counting on his fingers. “Oh I don’t know, my little knife when we first met, my boots so I would stop following you around, my bracelet that one time…” My heart. “Just to name a few things.”

Zoe rolled her eyes. “Okay, I didn’t keep any of it so technically I didn’t steal anything.”

“Not true.” It came out quiet, and as soon as he said it, Douxie’s cheeks warmed. But he gave a little more. “There’s…something of mine you stole a long time ago. And I’m certain I’ll ever get it back from you.”

Their eyes met and the teasing was over.

-

“Guys, I…” Jim blinked, expelling tears he hadn’t noticed gathering. He looked back at himself in the window. His gaze sharpened. “There’s something I have to do.”

~

WE’RE ABOUT TO HIT 50 PAGES LET’S GOOOO

Been writing all freaking day lol We’re almost there! Hold on to your buttsnacks everyone cause this chapter’s probably gonna be more than a rollercoaster o__o

#it's gonna be the whole dang theme park #feelingssss #also yay charlie! :D #jim lake jr #claire nunez #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #toa zoe #zoe ashildr #zouxie #toa archie #toa nari #charlemagne the devourer #luma the kind #my oc(s) #they said the thing!!! #rika tries to write #the eternal day : tales of arcadia #tales of arcadia #trollhunters rise of the titans #rise of the titans #trollhunters rott #rott rewrite #fic sneak peek #JESUS GIVE ME STRENGTH HNNNNNNGGGGHH

[xoxoskai]

If the Devil’s Night characters had Instagrams –

Damon:

- Has a private account with 8 followers and only follows Will back.

- Keeps track of everyone else on a different account secretly.

- Posts cute pictures of Winter on her account for her.

- Comments “ew” beneath cute pictures of his sisters with their husbands.

- First post after much deliberation is a picture of Winter in their fountain.

- Pretends to hate when Banks and Rika tag him in their pictures but secretly likes it.

- Participates willingly for pictures only when Will or Winter ask.

- Actively starts posting about his kids once they are born.

- Comments "babysoft" under all of Misha's posts.

- Makes a joint account with Emory for their business but lets her run it completely.

Will:

- Has over 10 million followers (Damon says it’s because he posts thirst traps but Will thinks everyone likes his dancing)

- Posts nearly everyday.

- Very careful about what he posts (he has *important* friends)

- Either spams on his account or goes AWOL suddenly.

- Removed the comment feature on most posts where he’s sporting his abs because Emory doesn’t like girls thirsting over him.

- Has a private account for his friends only to post cute videos of his kids and wife.

- Also known as “Misha Lare’s hot, mystery cousin”

- Posted a video of Damon dancing once, learnt his lesson when his followers fell to 4.

- Writes hate comments underneath Alex's posts with Aydin.

- Uses all features, loves to make reels and put songs over the pictures.

- Participates in Winter’s freestyle dancing videos

Kai:

- Had to make an account to post about Sensou and make it more public.

- Accidentally got famous because everyone thought the teacher was “hot”.

- Now features only his students in his videos and makes sure they get the ‘Banks approval stamp’ before posting.

- Made a private account using an alias to comment on his wife’s pictures.

- Realized that a good way to piss Michael off is by commenting on his wife’s pictures. Had been effectively using it till Banks noticed.

- The only personal post on Sensou is of him kissing Banks at the entrance captioned “Everything I wanted with the only person I’ve ever wanted it with”

- New dilemma unlocked when men started thirsting over his wife.

- Also removed comment feature.

- Hired someone (Alex) to manage the official account.

- Loves showing Banks off because it makes her happy.

- Likes to embarrass his kids and get it on camera only for the family on his private account.

Michael:

- Has an official account run by his assistant for work purposes.

- Public account, millions of followers but still lesser than Will (also blames it on the thirst traps).

- Shows off Rika in almost every post.

- Every intimate picture with Rika has a throwing up emoticon or “there’s children on this app” commented by Athos and liked by Damon.

- Aaron or Athos aren’t featured in any pictures for privacy purposes.

- Hates when Kai comments on Rika’s pictures. Tries to do the same with Banks. Banks blocks him.

- Is an active partner of Will's in posting hate comments on every picture of Aydin on Alex's instagtam.

Rika:

- Shows off her entire family at all times.

- Loves posting pictures with the girls whenever they go out.

- Does vacation dumps, weekly dumps, festival dumps, random dumps.

- Searches hours for good captions.

- Posts about Athos and Aaron but only where their faces are hidden.

- Writes corny captions on her posts with Michael.

- Laughs about Kai’s comments with Banks.

- Does fit checks.

- Tried doing the “A daily vlog of my life” and quickly realized that they do some shady stuff that shouldn’t be on any cameras.

- Personally overlooks the official account for the mayor’s office.

Banks:

- Proud Mom.

- Hundreds of pictures of her children.

- Loves commenting on everyone’s posts and hyping them up.

- Joins Kai in commenting on Rika’s pictures to piss Michael off.

- Only has a private account.

- Overlooks Sensou’s official account after its accidental fame and the official account for the Senator.

- Posts all kinds of things on her stories (dog rescue reels, Winter’s dance reels, Will’s thirst traps, videos of Kai walking out of the shower, of Kai sitting in his study and reading, a zoom in on Kai’s biceps while working out, of Kai getting overwhelmed and pissed off because of all the dogs).

- Only one who can get away with posting funny videos of Damon.

- Replies “no u” to every ‘”ew” comment from Damon.

- Has featured on Rika and Will’s reels multiple times.

- Tried multiple times to get Madden to make an account so she can tag him, has been unsuccessful.

- Uses a lot of emojis.

- Comments “Mine” on all of Kai’s pictures.

Winter:

- Damon runs the account for her.

- Posts videos of her dancing.

- Has tutorials demonstrating basic and easy dance steps for learners.

- Features in a lot of Will’s videos and does dance challenges* with him.

- Actively posts about her charity work.

- Always asks someone to take a picture of her onstage so she can ask Damon to make a compilation after she’s done with her shows.

- Loves when Damon is patient with her whenever she wants to post and helps her caption them.

- Makes Damon read out the comments to her sometimes when she’s sick of hearing the robotic voice of her phone. Knows that Damon does not read the hateful and condescending ones out loud.

- Is a Dog mom and loves having her pictures taken with her Dog.

- Loves family pictures with all her kids and of their pets.

Emory:

- Singlehandedly runs her joint account with Damon for their work.

- Pointedly comments on every one of her husband’s abs pictures (“These look like the same ones I touched this morning in the shower”/”Why do you look like my husband”/”Pictures really ruin the first class quality”).

- Has a public account just to post cute pictures of Will and her.

- Posts videos of Damon hard at work, shopping sprees with the girls (“That’s Banks passed out on the couch after thirty minutes, Rika’s onto her 50th dress and Alex is already on the other floor”), Will watering their garden shirtless, videos of whenever the group gets together.

- Has an aesthetic going on that she’s maintained over the years (Will has tried to ruin it multiple times).

- Pins all of Will's comments.

- Has full permission to use Will's account to post herself on his stories whenever she feels like putting fangirls in their places.

- Posts a lot of her WIP's.

- Uses Will's private account to post pictures of her children ("There's only so many accounts I can handle").

- Is a keyboard ninja and can be found arguing with a virtual stranger in a comment section at 2AM (almost always backed up by Banks)

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#Devil's Night series #devil's night series #damon torrance #kai mori #michael crist #will grayson iii #rika fane #nikova banks #emory scott #winter ashby #killswitch #hideaway #corrupt #nightfall #conclave #fire night #penelope douglas

[onewholivesinloops]

You know what I would’ve loved to see Rika discuss with the St. Lucia girls at the salon? Her poems

#like don't get me wrong i really love the bit in meguri satokowashi where rika and satoko go to the salon together with the other girls #and they both give their unique answers and perspective #when asked what they'd do if they were faced with a problem they couldn't come up with a solution for no matter how hard they tried #it's a really meaningful and valuable moment because #not only does it reinforce rika's development from the original and the lesson she learned from her long journey #but it also reminds us of what traps have always meant for satoko #(that they're her unique method of communication) #but i also really wish we got to see rika talk about her poems more openly with others #the only time we see her do it is in minagoroshi when she gives keiichi an enigmatic one to decipher/interpret #instead of straight up explaining how she feels about her current situation and the danger she's in #like i would've just loved to see rika write more of these and show them to her friends #(or imagine if we saw her secretly writing some about satoko and her situation at st. lucia and how much she misses her-) #okay if i keep going i'm going to make myself cry so let's stop here before this goes out of hand #higurashi #higurashi meguri #satorika #satoko houjou #rika furude #gamo.txt

[honeysunai]

𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Suguru Geto x y/n

When you first stepped into the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College as a teenager, you first fell head over heels over Suguru Geto. As the years went on, he chose a path of evil and violence that you couldn’t follow him to which led you to a heartbreak. Years later, you became a teacher at that same school and you weren’t expecting to ever see him again and you didn’t think an old flame could spark again even in the midst of war.

warning : 18+, smut with plot because I can’t write anything without plot for the life of me, angst, swearing, kidnapping I guess, Suguru being toxic and jealous and somewhat a bit soft.

author’s note :  This is like my first ever smut and I wrote it super quickly, so I hope you still enjoy it no matter!

word count : 4k+

You had a really bad feeling. It was crawling all over your skin since you woke up like something bad was about to happen. You got ready to early to stop for coffee and when you opened the door, you finally got a glimpse of that bad feeling. The white haired teacher with his infamous sunglasses was standing there with two coffees in his hands.

"Rise and shine sweet girl, we've got a big day." He chanted and you wanted to grab the coffee and slam the door on his stupidly handsome face. You grunted and slammed the door shut behind you and took one of the cups off his hands. "Couldn't sleep?"

"No. I have this bad feeling, I tried to take a steamy shower and wash my face with cold water to maybe shake it off, but it's still there." He hums at your words. "We'll have to watch Yuta a bit more carefully." You add as you take a sip of your coffee. You have been substituting Satoru's students with him just in case Yuta's curse, Rika would be unstable. You would use your own abilities to keep her calm.

You were the wielder of the Ten Commandments, these chains were in form of golden bands on all ten fingers. Your abilities was used by the school and many others to sooth curses to be able to study them alive or to destroy them.

"You overthink too much, the kid is doing great!" He pats you on the back. "I can think of a way or two to get this off your mind." He smirks and you elbow him, but still, you giggled anyway.

"I'll take you up on that offer if you pay for the drink this time." You tease.

"It is seven in the morning and your thinking of drinking, what kind of teacher are you?" He gasps in a dramatic way.

"And you about sex, what does that make you?" You retort.

"A... flirt?" And with that you rolled your eyes, he was a lost cause, but you loved him anyways because he had been your friend for so long... Too long. Recently, something between the two of you happened, a few drinks and there and you woke up naked in his bed cuddled to him. It became a casual thing between the two of you since that day.

The day was long as you predicted and you really couldn’t shake it off, it was like a bug crawling with its little spiky legs all over your back. You were in your office still sipping your coffee while reading boring reports your superior gave you. You were lost in your reading when the crawling suddenly stopped. You looked outside your window to see a gigantic stork made its way to the entrance of the school. You sprinted out your office with your heart beating out of your chest, it had to be him and if it was... it wasn’t a good sign. 

Once you reached the door you saw Satoru standing proud in front of his students and in front of him was a tall man, with thick long dark hair halfway in a bun and as you approached closer, his features became clearer to your eyes. A sharp jawline, piercing dark eyes and a smile that only meant no good... It was him. It was Suguru Geto. 

You made your way in front of Satoru and the kids to protect them against him if he tried something. You knew him better than anyone and you knew he wouldn’t dare to hurt you no matter how much he might want to. There was only one reason he was here in the first place and it was Rika and you wouldn’t let him get to Yuta. 

“Leave my students alone.” You bared your teeth at the man who used to be yours. He towered you with his height and only smiled at you. “Satoru might play nice with you, but I won’t.” You were clenching your fists ready to use your cursed objects on him. You never have been bashful in front of him and you wouldn’t cower now. He took a good look at you and scoffed. 

“I’m here to declare war.” He finally speaks his gaze never leaving yours. “Don’t get too busy on December 24, you’ll need all of your energy because I will commence the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.” He simply says as if it was nothing. “ Thousand cursed spirits will be unleashed in both Shinjuku and Kyoto and all will be ordered to kill every non-sorcerer in sight.” His chuckle his dark and dry. “I challenge you to try to stop me. It will be like the good old days.” He glared at Satoru. “You have one week until war is upon you. Until then, I’ll borrow this little one.” He was too fast for everyone and grabbed you yanking you in the curses mouth. You didn’t even have time to comprehend the speed he had before the stork flew away. 

You were in a bedroom that had no windows and one door that was locked. You can barely remember what happened. You were in a storks mouth and now you were here. Someone must’ve knocked you out really good. Your rings were gone too. You paced around the room, not knowing what your plan was. You were going to kill the first person that enters the room and you were going to escape, as simple as that. You have done that a few times in your younger days, it shouldn’t be too hard now. 

You breathing was heavier and you were angry, your face flushed. You waited and waited until the door unlocked and a tall muscular figure appeared. His long black hair loose, only wearing a blue kimono that you bought him at some point. You didn’t waste a second before running towards him and crashing your fist against his jaw.

“You motherfucker!” You yelled at him.

“So feisty.” He teased. “But I deserved that one.” He chuckles and you were not in the mood for jokes. A lump in your throat was forming and your fist were shaking. After all these years you wanted to kill him, but now that he’s in front of you, you just want to scream and cry. 

“You left me.” You tone was dry as if he had sucked the life out of you. Your fists tried to connect with his face once more, but he was faster than you were and knew your technics because he was the one who thought you how to fight. At each missed attempt, your tears were filling your eyes. “You betrayed me and you killed so many of our friends— You— You—” At every word you were jabbing at his face hoping your fist would connect with his jaw at some point, but he still moved out of the way of each and every single one.

He finally catches your first in one hand and smiled at you. “I missed you too, y/n.” You were caught off guard. He yanked you closer to him and tears were falling down your cheeks. “You were always a crybaby, my love.” You pushed yourself away from his grasp like it was burning. You held a hand before you to put space between the two of you. 

“Don’t—” You spoke as you dried your own tears. “You are nothing to me anymore.”

“Aren’t I?” His smug smile annoyed you and yet comforted you at the same time. You were angry with him as anyone should in your situation. He started to circle you as if you were his prey, his little crying lamb. “I know you and I know you love me, just as you did all those years ago. I still do.” He admits.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. “But loving me wasn’t enough to stay.”

“You’ve got it all wrong, in fact it was your love who gave me strength to leave and to become who I am.” He was proud of what he was and you were disgusted.

“A murderer?” You scoff. “Should I be flattered you’re putting the blood on your hands on mine?”

“Your words, my love, not mine.” He came to a stop behind you and walked closer to your frozen body. “No blood should ever tarnish that beautiful skin of yours as long as I’m alive.” You hummed in disapproval. “You know why you are here, don’t you?” His presence drew closer to your back and you were shivering. “Join me.” His voice his as soft as his thumb caressing your jaw. “I can give you anything you want, only if you chose me over Satoru.”

“That’s what this is about, jealousy.”

“What if it was?” You can feel the smugness in his tone. “You put yourself in front of a man who can’t be touched, ready to accept any punishment I wanted to unleash at that precise moment. You grew fond of him over the years I was gone.” He sounded disgusted. “Enough to die for him.” The stroke of his thumb came to a sharp stop, before going up your cheek to wipe a tear you silently cried. Why were you crying? You weren’t scared of him, so what was it? Was it guilt perhaps? Because you let yourself have other men when he left you? “Do you love him?” His purrs. 

"Why is that any of your business if I love another man than you.” The last word was like a stab at his cold and dark heart. “You weren’t there anymore.”

“Because you are mine, you were mine the day I first saw you.” His lips were near your ear sending shivers down your spine. “And when I first kissed you” His hand left your cheek to trail down your neck, your collar bone... “And when I tasted your sweet cunt...” He gently caressed your breast, his touch burning your skin beneath your shirt. You leaned against him, savoring him and the burning lust you feel. “you were mine only.” His warm and soft lips met with your shoulder, slowly making his way up your neck. His hand still kneading your breast, you let out a low moan as you gave in. “There you go my love, it wasn’t so hard was it?” He whispered against your ear. “Building a new world without you would mean nothing. So say it, say yes.”

It was wrong. You swore an oath to protect innocent, not annihilate them. You couldn’t give up who you were for him. He had left you with a trail of blood behind him, shattering your heart into millions of pieces you still were picking up. He was your first love and the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, but he chose a dark path you wouldn’t follow him into no matter how much you yearn for him . Not then and not now.

“I would do anything for you, my love.” You turned around and locked gaze with him. His pupils were blown, filled of lust, waiting for you to make a move. 

“Anything?” He nods. “Answer truthfully.” You wanted to ask him if he would stop the war, but he wouldn’t, it wasn’t like him to back down from a fight. He wanted something now and he was impatient to get it, enough that he would dare to come back at the very place he despised most. “Why did you take my rings away, don’t you trust me?”

“I do.” He speaks. “But I think I like you better with only one on this finger.” He speaks before pressing his soft lips to the knuckle of your ring finger. Was he asking you to marry him? “But if you want them back” He starts while shuffling a hand in the pocket of his kimono. “you can have them.” Ten golden bands were in the palm of his hand and inside one of them was engraved with something. You picked it up and analyzed it.

My salvation

On the band of your ring finger, he had wrote these words he once called you. A soft smile crept on your lips innocently and something warmed his heart for the first time in a long time. You looked up at him with the same innocent eyes that made him fall in love with you and the way his lips were curling upward was a genuine smile. There he was, your Suguru.

You were his salvation, the one who would either save him, deliver it from all evil or be his ruin. Whatever it meant to him, it meant a lot. 

He brushed his thumb on your lower lip, gazing it with such lust. “You broke my heart too all those years ago when you refused to join me, but there wasn’t a single day I didn’t think about what those beautiful lips of yours could do.” Your heart was pounding in your chest as his eyes went back to yours. “They could bring the mightiest sorcerer to his knees.” 

Why don’t you find out? Was what you wanted to say, but your action spoke louder as you pushed yourself on your tip toes and crashed your lips on his in one swift moment that caught him off guard. It wasn’t slow or soft, it was feral and hungry. You wanted him, all of him as if he was slipping away from your grasp. He tossed the rings on the ground before grabbing a hold of you with one firm hand on your hip and the other to the back of your neck. He picked you up with only one of his arm, his mouth never leaving yours, and sat you on top of the dresser next to him. He pulled away and deep inside you, you were afraid he was going to leave again, but instead of leaving, his blown pupils were observing you and your blushed face.

“My pretty girl.” He whispers before dragging his lips across your jaw, while leaving a trail of wet kisses down to your collar bone. All the while his hands and yours were working on the silk blouse you were wearing. You shuffled out of it and Suguru smiled against your skin before his lips found the globe of your breasts still covered with a bra. He unlatched it with ease and freed your nipples only him to cover one back up with his strong large hand and the other teasingly licking the sensitive nub.

You arched your back and your hand found his thick hair that you grabbed hard, making him groan against your nipple. His hands let go of you shortly to undo your pants and taking them off for you. His mouth leaves of your breasts and you are burning up, everything about him is setting you ablaze. The skin of your stomach remains untouched by him and he his not satisfied as wet kisses made their way down until he was on his knees before you, his head near your naked cunt and you nearly begged him to fuck you at the sight of him like this.  

His teeth graze your inner thigh and you mewled at that, you were melting. His bite was soft and what sent you to the edge was when he started sucking the gentle skin getting closer to your core. He was so close to give you what you wanted, but he stopped before even allowing his lips to devour you and looked up at you with a devilish smirk you knew all too well.

His fingers were digging in your thighs as if he was restraining himself to act in his impulses “So what is your answer, my love?”

“Please," You begged, panting like you've been running a marathon. "My King." He smirks satisfied before dipping his head inside your thigh to lick one long stripe off your fold. The sound you made was ecstatic, it felt relieving to have him this way. You sigh in pleasure and it wasn’t enough of a reaction for him and so he buried his face into you, dinking, eating, licking at your pussy like he never had before.

Your back was off the wall and gripping at the furniture beneath you. You screamed as he sucked at your throbbing clit. You didn’t care if anyone was outside. He didn’t care either. Not by the way he laughed against you. “That’s it. That’s it” he said. “You want me to stretch this pussy for you?” You hummed waiting eagerly for his fingers to fill you up. “Use your words.” He whispers before sucking harshly on your clit making you jolt.

“Yes!” You cried. 

“Yes what?” He was getting cocky because you were never one to beg, but for him you seemed to always were and it was getting to his ego.  

“Yes sir.” You breathe hard as you can feel the tip of one finger circling your entrance, lapping the juice all around it and the tip of his finger. 

“Atta girl.” He leans down to kiss your clit and diving his slender finger all the way inside you, making you gasp, eyes shut as you focused on the building tension in your gut. The way it enveloped you, tugging at every nerve in your body.

"Fuck- yes, Suguru.” You moaned.

It was never enough, not until he filled you completely. But he couldn't resist the satisfaction of your pussy clenching around his finger, especially when he added a second, listening to the vulgar sounds of your wetness squelching around him.

He marveled at the sight of your climax; head falling back, a whimper ascending into a moan, your forehead prickling with sweat. It was impossible to tear his eyes from you, to deny himself the vision of you coming undone on his hand. Your ribs shifting with every breath, hugging your breasts as you leaned back. He lifted his other hand to run over the ridges.

You shivered, relaxing against the wall as the last of your orgasm died out, breathing hard. He stood back up and your eyes met, his predatory gaze on you as he put the two digits he used on you in his mouth, licking your juice off of them.

“I could spend hours drinking you, my love.” He leaned closer to you, kissing your lips once and slithering both arms beneath your ass, lifting you back up in his arms. “But I want to fuck you, so desperately.” He admits and you could’ve cum from the way he sounded as he spoke those words. He laid you there on the bed, so gently, but you had other plans. 

You flipped him under you and he chuckled lowly. “I do like my woman in charge.” 

“You said you were thinking about my lips and what they could do.” You smile as you so slowly undo the belt of his kimono freeing his long erect cock out. “And I too want to have my way with you.” You leaned down over the large head of his dick already wet with precum. You looked at him through your lashes and gave him a taste of his own medicine as you licked the slit of the tip in one long swipe. He hissed loudly, his dick twitching, hitting your upper lip. 

You let a dripple of spit slithering down his shaft and wrapped a hand around it, barely closing around it. You lowered your head against him swallowing him the further you could with your hand slowly jerking the base of his cock as you slowly bobbed your head up and down.

“Fuck...” He groans pulling your hair away from your face to get a better look at your wet lips working up and down his length, adding more pressure with your tongue when you get closer to his tip, making him trust in your mouth. You gagged at the sudden jerk of his hips and he chuckles. “Such a dirty girl for me.” He smiles looking at the curve of your ass in the air, before his eyes return to the heavenly sight before him, his lover with his cock in her mouth, barely taking it all in her mouth. He was greedy and he knew it, but he wanted you so close to him. “Relax your throat for me, my love, I want you to take me all in before I fuck this tight pussy of yours.” And you tried to do as he asked as his grip on the roots of your hair tightened and forced you down his shaft. He let out a loud moan that turned into groan when all of his disappeared down your throat. Your gags made him shiver and he decided to use your face as he fucked himself upward in your mouth until he was satisfied. 

You could only comply to him and let him use you, you hummed in pleasure when you tasted his precum on your tongue and it being pushed down your throat by his shaft. Tears were wielding up in your eyes, he was so big, but you wanted this so badly. 

He finally pulled your head back to admire you, his mess. Your lips were puffy and red with spit down your chin. He yanked you under him and pressed his lips to your hungry to taste your mouth again. 

You swallowed thickly as you him lining it up with your pulsing hole.

He laid his hand on your pelvis, his thumb rubbing over your clit as he pushed himself into you. “Fuck” he spat, his head thrown back. He buried himself to the hilt. “Still so tight. But feels so good”

You could only moan, words not being enough for how it felt. 

He caged your head with his forearms as he leaned over you and began to thrust his cock into you. He always started with a steady pace. His length effortlessly stroking over every sweet spot in your pussy. The protruding vein rubbing deliciously over your walls.

The room now being filled with pants and moans from you both, and squelching sounds from your soaked pussy. Your noises were nothing short of pornographic. Both of you. Suguru was just as loud as you were. Moaning your name and swears. His mouth hanging open and eyes in the back of his head. He was lost in the pleasure and that only made him go harder.

He wanted to feel your tight pussy strangle his cock. Squeeze out every last drop of come into you. He wanted you to be his cumdump. He wanted to watch his come ooze out of your still spasming pussy.

“Does he fuck you like I do?” Suguru’s large hand wrapped around your jaw forcing you to look him in his eyes when you’re going to answer him.

“No!” You cried. 

“That’s right, because only I can make you feel this good.” His pace became faster and you could feel your walls tightening, you were so close. “You’re mine.” He grunts. “Only mine.” His words had you shaking. Had you coming. Coming on his cock. He groaned, growled, damn near barked into your ear when you clenched around him. Chanting ‘yes’ in your ear over and over and over. Drilling himself into you. Your body twitching from the overstimulation now taking over you. Your nails were digging in his back as you rode your orgasm at his pace.

But he kept on going. Kept on pounding into you. Ignoring how you screamed. Ignoring the way you thrashed underneath him. The pleasure becoming too much. But still so good.

You could feel it.

The long, thick stings of burning hot come shooting into you. The sensation had you coming a second time. Suguru shivered. A new tightness around him. Tighter than he had felt before. He cried out your name and continued to drive himself into you.

He slammed his lips to yours. His tongue finding it’s way back down your throat. He swallowed all of your noises. Swallowed them and matched them. 

His pace slowed and he finally pulled out of you, his lips never leaving yours. He laid beside you and smiled at you in a way that made your heart ache and yearn for him. 

“I love you Suguru.” You spoke as you caressed his cheek with that same expression you always had towards him, filled with love. He wrapped you in his arms, bringing you closer to his chest. 

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted, my love.” He whispered against your hair as he caresses your back so gently. “In this new world, we will be undefeatable together.” You brought yourself closer to him and kissed the column of his neck as an answer before closing your eyes. 

As you laid there hours later, wide awake your thoughts were running wild. No matter how much you loved him, in this world you were bound to be enemies. You hoped in another you were together with a family of your own, happy, passionate and in love. You scooted out of his grasp, dressed up silently, you carefully picked up your rings scattered across the room and you, his ruination dressed as a salvation, left his compound without ever saying goodbye as he once did to you. No. Your last words were that you loved him, because you still did, you never stopped. You hoped the words you spoke so lovingly will hung in his mind when he will wake up alone. Your heart is slowly breaking at each step you took. It was the last time you would see him until you both meet on the battle field on opposite sides. 

#getou suguru x you #suguru geto #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu #gojo satoru #jujutsu geto #geto suguru smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen angst #Jujutsu Kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen zero

[itsdrawingmen]

Crack!

Metal separates from metal, and a faint fizzing comes from inside the can. A satisfying little sound. Zen quickly puts the can to his lips and takes a big swig. It makes his nose a little itchy, but the feeling is pleasant.

Or maybe it’s just habitual. He’s not sure.

He leans onto the counter as he puts the can on top of it. His head is heavy. His mind is a mess. He takes a little glance again at the pack of cigarettes and the lighter. Should he go for another one?

He decides to wait a little more.

Maybe another beer will finally make him sleepy.

Zen pinches the bridge of his nose, then drags his hand down his face with a sigh.

Then takes a wistful look at the kitchen.

It’s a little messy: dishes in the sink that Yoosung's been too busy to wash, although it’s his turn; some snacks scattered on the countertop; a mug of water left on the table. It’s become a welcome sight. Yoosung’s presence has made this kitchen feel less beige and sterile. But right now, in the dim light of the small lamp under the cabinets, Zen feels his loneliness and messiness here that much more jarringly.

He can’t imagine life without Yoosung anymore.

He’s not sure how he feels about the life with him, either.

He has to give Yoosung credit, though, he’s been nothing but delicate. After the botched first kiss and the exchange of confessions (Zen tries not to think about what he has said, because if he does, he immediately feels his face heat up with embarrassment) — after that, Yoosung has been such a sweet soul.

When hasn’t he been.

Zen sighs again, runs his hand across his face one more time. Takes another swig of beer.

It’s still doing nothing for him.

Fuck.

Shouldn’t have developed such a tolerance.

Damn this.

His thoughts are wandering. All of his life — or most of it, anyway — he has been alone in this world. Alone against his parents; alone against all the people wanting to touch him, pet him, squish him, like a little decorative animal; alone against the gangs, the men older and stronger than him who looked at him and saw something they could use; alone against the brutal competition in the musical theatre industry; alone in this beige disaster of a flat, full of nothing but echo and beer cans. The few times he has thought he has had something going for him, he has just remained heartbroken and that much more alone.

His brother. He licks his teeth.

Then mouthes a different name. Yes, it still tastes bitter on his tongue.

He takes a swig of beer to wash down the feeling.

Rika, too. He grins to himself.

They all left. Some took things with them. His trust in people, his hopes for the best. Everything that was soft and vulnerable within him.

His virginity. He smiles bitterly. Such a dumb story, but who'd listen. The name is bitter in his mouth. The void is nagging in his chest. He drinks again.

What makes this time any different?

And why the fuck does it have to be a guy again, he thinks. I promised myself it wouldn’t happen. I wasn’t even a good friend to him.

Or was he?

He thinks back to the hours he has spent googling for recipes to get him to eat. To holding his hand, listening to all the ways he has thought of going out. To changing his bedsheets, to taking out his trash.

To hugging him so tightly and kissing him on the forehead.

To washing his hair. To helping him bleach.

To writing to none else than Jumin Han for the contacts of the clinic.

Why was he doing all that?

Why has he suggested he move in here? Just to split the rent?

He drinks again.

The fuck does it matter.

Now he’s here, they're both here, and among them there’s a guy who doesn’t want to let Zen slip back into his habitual loneliness.

He hears soft footsteps and turns automatically in their direction.

‘Hey…’

Yoosung stops in the doorway, sends him a little, pale smile. It’s warm. Zen raises his beer can to him. Cheers.

‘Hey,’ he replies, then takes a swig.

He has already noticed that little look, running over the cigarettes, the lighter, the beer can. Over Zen’s figure, slouched against the counter. Reading the clues. In the months living together, it has become some sort of a ritual. If one of them can’t sleep, he probably needs a hug.

He prays silently to all the powers he doesn’t believe in that Yoosung doesn’t go for it.

‘Not sleepy?’ he hears the soft voice ask. Yoosung passes by him and settles at the kitchen table, sideways on the chair, pulling his one knee up. They’re face to face now.

At a comfortable distance.

Zen thanks Yoosung’s delicacy as he puts down the can.

‘Nah,’ he replies. ‘Which sucks, really, I have the final rehearsal tomorrow. The dress rehearsal. Before the premiere.’

Yoosung smiles a little wider.

‘Yeah, the premiere. I’ll be there.’

‘Sure you aren’t gonna be bringing a plus one?’

Yoosung glances down, his expression bleakening.

‘Oh, no, I don’t think. One of the guys has a birthday party over at the dorm, and everyone is going.’

‘They didn’t invite you?’

‘They did but…’ he grimaces a little. ‘I’m not really friends with the guy. He’s… kinda terrible.’

Zen nods understandingly.

‘How come you aren’t sleeping? Been gaming?’

Yoosung lowers his chin to his raised knee. His face is now dejected.

‘Still not up for it?’

He shakes his head.

‘I’m kinda nervous to go back. After the last… several times.’

Zen purses up his lips, inclines his head to the side.

‘Assholes. So what’s keeping you up then?’

Yoosung licks his lips.

‘Well, I was getting together with those three girls recently, to study together, you remember, I told you? They were always staying a bit late in the library, and I kind of… invited myself to join, and they didn’t mind. Well, we’ve been doing that for some time, and they’ve been really cool. They asked at first, you know, about the eye… I thought they’d be weird about it, but they were really sweet. And I thought we should hang out, well, outside of uni. And I invited them for boba for this weekend, and they were down, and we just figured out the details and stayed a little too late chatting…’

His smile is warm as he is studying the tiles behind Zen’s back. What a relief, Zen thinks. He’s hanging out with girls now. He’ll be smooching one of them in no time, and we will just gather together right here, talk about it, and agree that we both got kinda carried away and that we’d just forget about all that’s happened. Wow, problem solved.

He doesn’t feel relieved at all.

His heart becomes even heavier.

‘You’re not inviting them to the premiere?’

Yoosung chuckles, shakes his head.

‘Aw, no. They said musicals are cringe.’

‘They have no taste.’

‘Tell me about it. They’ve simply just never heard of Zen, my favourite actor.’

As he looks up at Zen, straightening, his smile is so sunny. Zen tries to give one back, but it feels feeble and insincere.

‘Go get dressed,’ he says, gesturing vaguely to Yoosung’s thin tee. ‘It’s kinda cold here.’

‘I’m fine.’

Zen sighs.

‘You want me to give you mine, or what?’

He’s wearing a warm cardigan, and it’s so cozy, but Yoosung only has to ask for it, and he can have it.

‘I’m fine, really.’

‘Suit yourself.’

Yoosung reaches out for the mug of water on the table, glances into it skeptically.

‘How long has this been here?’

‘All day, probably,’ Zen shrugs.

He watches as Yoosung goes off to the sink, pours the dusty water out, and fills himself a new cup.

The nagging in his chest is becoming more unbearable by the moment.

I could use another cig, he thinks.

‘Are your new friends pretty?’

‘Huh?’

‘Are they pretty? The girls you’re going for boba with.’

Yoosung looks away, as if he hasn’t thought about it.

‘I guess? Yeah, I mean, yeah! One of them, Eunju, actually has a pretty distinctive style. She has this haircut, like… like this,’ he tries to make an approximation out of his messy hair.

‘A mullet?’

‘Yeah, I think it’s called. Messy, with highlights. Green. Yeah, and she always has all sorts of buttons and pins, she let me see some of her collection, and she’s even into LOLOL! Well, I… kind of told her I don’t play anymore.’

‘Aw,’ Zen drops half-heartedly. ‘Shame.’

‘Yeah… But, I mean… yeah, I guess they’re very pretty. Probably what caught my eye was that they seemed… nice. Like nice people.’

Zen holds a straight face as he takes another swig of beer. Being an actor has a lot of perks. One of them being, you always know perfectly well how to hide what you really feel.

‘Mind if I make myself tea?’ Yoosung asks from the direction of the stove. ‘Or do you want to drink in peace?’

‘Nah, by all means,’ Zen makes a vague gesture with the beer can. ‘Help yourself. I’m fine.’

He watches Yoosung pour the electric kettle and turn it on, then rummage through tea bags, smelling them, picking a flavour. At last, satisfied, he drops a bag into a huge mug. It is made to look like a fat smiling panda.

Yoosung glances at him around his shoulder.

‘Sorry, I didn’t ask… you want some?’

Zen raises the beer can. It’s feeling very light now. Yoosung nods.

For a little while, they wait in silence. Yoosung’s on his phone. Then, the water boils, and Yoosung pours his tea. He returns to the table, puts his mug and some chocolate bars on it, and settles on the chair again, pulling his other knee up now.

‘You have no concern whatsoever for your health,’ Zen drops.

‘Said the pot to the kettle.’

Zen doesn’t have any objections to that. He steals a glance as Yoosung opens a candy and sinks his teeth in, staring at his phone. His presence doesn’t feel intrusive. He doesn’t look like he’s waiting for anything. His thumb taps away at the screen.

Now that he’s not looking, and has turned his blind side to him, Zen takes liberty to stare. He studies the mess of bleached wavy hair, the moles on the roundish cheek, the oversized tee hanging from his small frame. Yoosung has a serious look on his face, but it’s all because he knits his eyebrows and squints to see better. He’s so adorable like this, though. Zen recalls the feeling of Yoosung on his lips: his forehead, his hair. His tensed up mouth.

You’re so down bad, Zen Ryu, he thinks.

And then thinks, fuck.

‘I’m feeling like shit,’ he confesses into thin air.

Yoosung puts down his phone. He isn’t turning to Zen, but he reaches out for his mug and brings it to his lips.

He’s listening.

It’s such a habitual little thing between them by now. Someone needs to talk. And the other lends an ear. And sometimes also a shoulder.

Zen lets out a broken sigh.

‘Everything’s just so weird today. I’m feeling weird. Fucked.’

‘Looks like not the kind that a beer could fix?’

Zen shakes his head.

‘Not the kind. And not the kind you can sleep off, or smoke off. Listen, I was thinking. How come you even came to care for me?’

Yoosung turns to face him, settling on the chair sideways again. He studies Zen’s face for a moment.

‘Well, you've always been beautiful, so here’s that,’ he smiles. Then pauses.

Normally, a compliment like this would make Zen feel better. Now it just rings hollow to him.

Yoosung sighs.

‘I don’t know,’ he says. ‘It all just… happened little by little, I guess. We got acquainted, I wanted to get to know you. You felt… nice, you know. Like a nice person.’

Zen smiles bitterly under his breath. Isn’t that what your girls feel like, Yoosungie.

‘You’re a great friend to me,’ Yoosung says. ‘Someone I can lean on. Someone who cares. It was… a nice surprise, honestly, to find out. You’re not, like… taking pleasure in ego-tripping at my expense.’

‘Who’d a thunk.’

‘Helping people is a good thing,’ Yoosung continues, unfazed. ‘An act of love. That’s what I think, anyway. But a lot of people don’t do it out of love. Don’t do it for the other. They just do it to feel better about themselves. And it’s just humiliating and patronizing.’

Humiliating and patronizing.

Emasculating.

Zen looks at him carefully.

‘Do you feel that way often?’

Yoosung nods, purses his lips.

‘Kind of. Not with you, though. Not these days. Not when you stayed with me back then.’

Zen huffs a breath before downing the leftover beer.

‘It was no fun without you. I just wanted my friend back, thankyouverymuch.’

Yoosung tilts his head to the side, looking away. Zen can’t help thinking that he sees right through him, all of his half-truths and half-assed lies.

‘Okay, maybe I just hated to see you… like that,’ he relents. ‘Hated the thought of you. You know. Gone.’

‘You were so patient with me.’

‘That’s what it took. Look, Yoosungie. I’m just. Gonna say it like I think it. You don’t need to return any favours. I did it because I wanted to. And you shouldn’t feel like you owe me something for it.’

‘Like what?’

Zen sighs.

‘I mean. Who am I? To you. When you look at me, who do you see?’

Yoosung looks at him. The stare of his different eyes is soft, intent.

‘I see Zen,’ he says. ‘My best friend. The friend I love.’

‘Why?’

‘Why what?’

‘Why do you… love?’

Yoosung sighs.

‘I don’t think it really works like that.’

‘But something made you look at me that way. Was it because I helped you? Because I was there, bless me, taking care of you, feeding you, I don’t know what else?’

Yoosung looks away.

‘Look. It’s true. It felt… good. Safe. Leaning on you. But now that I’m… doing better, I think I’m enjoying this way more, you know. Now that I can talk to you more as an equal. You’re… really cool. That’s mostly all there is to it. Yeah, I’m grateful, of course… but it’s mostly that you’re just cool. Through all of that stuff, I’ve really learned how cool you are.’

Zen pulls a little face, looks away.

‘Okay, fine, let’s hear it. What do you think is so cool about me? Mentioning this face is cheating, you know.’

‘You’re determined,’ Yoosung says simply. ‘This is probably the best word I can pick. You’re determined in pursuing your dream. In pulling your friend out of a black pit. In carving out a better life for yourself. Otherwise you would have stayed a gangster and a delinquent, wouldn’t you?’

Zen bites onto his tongue.

‘I guess.’

‘You’re determined and you never give up or despair. I often despair. But you… you always see the light. And you’re so fiery about it, too. It's beautiful. It’s contagious.’

‘Is it?’

Yoosung shrugs, looking down.

‘I may not always look it…’

‘Oh well.’

‘Yeah…’

They’re silent for a little while.

‘I love the energy you’re radiating,’ Yoosung says, at last, quietly. ‘It’s so deliberate, you know? You know what you stand for, and you... emanate it.’

‘What do I emanate?’

‘Inner strength. Determination. Passion. But also kindness. A very sincere and no-nonsense sort of kindness.’

Zen winces.

‘Yeah, figures.’

Why does he have to sound so honest, so sincere? Why does he have to be such a great guy, why does he have to make Zen’s heart melt like butter?

And why has Zen expected anything else from him?

Yoosung looks down.

‘You probably hear that a lot. But, well. That’s just what I’m thinking. Do you think it’s cheesy?’

Zen crumples the empty beer can in his hand at last. He opens the cabinet under the sink to throw it away, then takes a new one out of the fridge. He cracks it open and immediately takes a big swig. Yoosung watches him quietly, then sips his tea.

‘I wish you’d just admit that you see me as some kinda mama ducky,’ Zen says at last. ‘Or as some kind of guy you feel like you owe something to.’

‘I don’t think that.’

Zen huffs, gulps down beer in huge mouthfuls, almost painful to swallow.

‘You should be out there wooing that girl with a mullet,’ he mutters under his breath. Then toks the can on the counter and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His voice is shaky and disobedient.

Yoosung huffs out as he rises. He crosses the kitchen, and then Zen suddenly feels him so close, and his arms wrap softly around Zen’s waist, and then he nestles comfortably against his side.

‘I’d much rather stay right here,’ he says.

His hands are now locked together, resting on Zen’s hip. The cloud of hair tickles his nose. Zen chokes up.

I wanted to get sleepy, he thinks. Not sentimental. What’s this bullshit.

And then he drapes his arm softly around Yoosung’s shoulders, nudging him even closer. He closes his eyes and breathes him in: a faint smell of the tee that needs a wash, of fresh hair, of scented tea and chocolate. His lips find Yoosung’s temple almost past his will. He presses a kiss into tender skin.

He can’t believe he has almost managed to convince himself he doesn’t want this.

‘I should be in bed,’ he mutters into Yoosung’s hair.

Another little kiss comes naturally: just lips brushing past skin, they’re so close anyway.

‘Wanna go now?’

Zen takes another deep breath.

‘Yeah, just a little bit more.’

‘Just tell me when you wanna go.’

Zen’s fingers brush Yoosung’s arm absently.

‘You sure you’re not cold?’

‘Nah.’

‘Climb under the cardigan, if you wanna.’

‘It’s comfy here.’

Maybe it’s for the better, Zen thinks. Maybe he’s just telling himself he worries for him. Maybe it’s the wolf speaking. Maybe he should just let go, and not risk tainting this beautiful person with whatever he himself is tainted with, or cutting him on the spiky constructions built around whatever is still left vulnerable in him.

‘Just a few more minutes,’ he mutters.

‘As long as you want,’ Yoosung says quietly. ‘I’m not going anywhere.'

#zensung #yoozen #mysmes #mystic messenger #yoosung kim #hyun ryu #zen mystic messenger #the boys are hugginggggggggg

[theprettyarachnid]

Which JJK characters do you think would approach their crush first? And who do you think would be the other way round?🌹

a/n: i have not posted in what feels like forever also new font because i dont feel like going through each one and changing shit

warnings: none

characters: itadori, megumi, inumaki, yuuta, gojo, suguru, nanami, sukuna

itadori

🕷 yuuji is the type of person who becomes best friends with their crush instead of shying away

🕷 he doesn't even need to tell nobara or megumi that he has a crush on you, they already know, but he insists on talking about you anyway

🕷 yuuji subtly flirts with you but you can never tell if he's actually flirting with you or if he's just being yuuji

🕷 the definition of the tiktok audio of "they're so pretty! what i am doing wrong???" and then proceeds to cry with nobara or megumi awkwardly patting him on the back because this man does not know personal space

🕷 after awhile though, he definitely ends up accidentally telling you that he has a big fat crush on you

megumi

🕷 does he like you? does he hate you? only megumi knows the answer to that question

🕷 he's honestly a little helpless when it comes to feelings because of how emotionally constipated he is

🕷 he sends very mixed signals

🕷 like one moment he'll be somewhat protective and almost endearing towards you and then suddenly youre getting the cold shoulder

🕷 it starts annoying yuuji and nobara that they start dropping obvious not so subtle hints that megumi has a crush on you

🕷 they both know that you have a crush on him to and it just consists of them loudly sighing or aggressively face palming themselves

🕷 they definitely start taking matters into their own hands after awhile

inumaki

🕷 inumaki makes the first move and this is not debatable

🕷 like yuuji he'll become really close to you but his main goal is to fluster you as much as possible

🕷 when you two are talking he glances at your lips or gets really close

🕷 he pushes any stray hairs from your eyes while smiling at you even if you cant see it

🕷 he occasionally gently flicks your forehead when you've done something stupid or 'annoying' him

🕷 he shares his food with you and always makes sure you two are paired up together

🕷 he tries to make it as obvious as possible without embarrassing himself but if you dont get the hint he just writes in really big letters 'i like you dumbass' on a slip of paper

yuuta

🕷 when he first came to jujutsu high, he would avoid you as much as possible

🕷 but yuuta has built up a lot of confidence over the years, especially because he doesn't have rika attached to him anymore, making him more likely to talk to you

🕷 he always invites you places or asks if you want anything when he goes to the connivence store or even if he's just getting up to grab something

🕷 severely protective but only when you guys are out on missions

🕷 texts and calls you as much as he can when he's sent across the country or even to an entirely different continent

gojo

🕷 do i even need to say it?

🕷 satoru didn't really leave you alone even before he had a crush on you but now he really doesn't

🕷 regularly teases you but never goes too far to the point where you get your feelings hurt or you start to ignore him

🕷 loves when you give him the same energy back which leads to the both of you playfully teasing and mimicking each other

🕷 ready to put his life on the line for you at any moment even if he never gets the chance to tell you how he feels about you

🕷 he eventually does though without having to make a big dramatic sacrifice

suguru

🕷 i have a headcannon that nanako and mimiko went through a phase of pairing suguru up with literally every single person they saw that they thought would be a good fit

🕷 like literally 'contestants' and everything, they acted as if it was some fucking game show

🕷 but besides that, suguru would approach you first

🕷 despite his reputation, he acts like a total gentleman to you and probably puts you on some kind of pedestal

🕷 goes to you when something's rubbed him the wrong way or when he needs an opinion that he can trust or if he just wants to hear you talking

🕷 rests his cheek on his hand while listening to you talk with this kind of lovesick smile on his face

🕷 i think suguru is a bit of a perfectionist so he would plan everything out before telling you how he feels

🕷 definitely has killed anyone that might've said something to you in a somewhat offensive manner, it doesn't matter if you didn't see it that way, he still has them taken care of whether thats downright killing them or traumatizing them so badly that they wished they were

nanami

🕷 i can see him admiring from afar only because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable if you don't reciprocate those feelings

🕷 but he will make very small advances just to see how you react and depending on how you do tells him enough

🕷 also very protective and doesn't like you going on dangerous missions without him

🕷 it's not that he isn't confident in your abilities, it's more that he literally cannot focus on anything else except you and your safety until you get back

🕷 had to hide his smile when he subconsciously rolled up his sleeves and noticed how you stared before immediately looking away with a not so faint blush on your face

sukuna

🕷 i honestly don't know

🕷 like a part of me wants to say yes but the other part is unsure

🕷 in the scenario that he did approach you first, he gets rid of any competition or threat that might get in his way

🕷 i can see him slowly cutting you off to other people until he makes sure that know you're his and only his or until you're somewhat dependent on him

🕷 he probably pampers you and distracts you so you don't realize that you're seeing your friends and family less and less

🕷 pampers you to no end like whatever you want, you get it

🕷 also has killed for you

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #inumaki toge x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #gojo satoru x reader #suguru geto x reader #nanami kento x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #yuuji itadori jjk #megumi fushiguro jjk #inumaki toge jjk #yuuta okkotsu jjk #gojo satoru jjk #suguru geto jjk #nanami kento jjk #sukuna jjk #sukuna ryomen jjk #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen request #fanfiction

[mana-jjk]

finally someone who actually understands inuokko and doesn't mischaracterize as an alpha sigma male and Toge as an uwu boy! bestie you don't know how happy I am that you came up on my fyp.

omg hi anon !! 🥺🫶

i love analyzing characters way before any shipping, i could actually read nothing but found family fics because i just feel like they always catch the perfect dynamic. with yuuta and toge specifically, i do feel like you can appreciate aspects of how their dynamic is on an appearance level or how they fit certain popular tropes, but i don’t think it’s the driving force behind what makes them so good together.

i do acknowledge that if we default to the stereotypical gay men tropes without tangible reason, it’s more indicative of getting used to knowing how to write LGBT+ relationships and tending to default to what we might be used to in straight relationships. i say that without any offense intended, it’s just a part of the writing process. especially with toge as a character, who has so much of his characterization sprinkled outside of the manga and anime. a lot of his backstory and characteristics are derived from the fun facts, light novel, and now even the unreleased game has given us so much more content. but i also think that’s why he’s so popular, there’s so much freedom in exploring him, especially if you haven’t discovered the existing content. taking that with yuuta who is honestly a fan favorite of the chad dude straight bros and gets a little too much ‘alpha male’ treatment from them, it can be a little confusing. (it kills me a little to see some one say he’s an alpha male with a bad attitude and smoking guns when manga panels will literally have him looking like this (・・?) 😭)

i do have preferences in how both yuuta and toge are portrayed, but that’s just because i care about them so much as individual characters.

for me, toge is soft and kind, but he was also born as a weapon and has spent his life sacrificing himself over and over. you can still have that softness and kindness, even more so when experiencing certain things, but there’s also a degree of hardening from trauma. i do characterize him to be less overtly an instigator lol, but that’s personal preference in how i see him combined with canon material. i find a lot of his trolling to be slipped in and more of a double take than full on gremlin, but that’s less mischaracterization and more preference. i find his relationship with living and death so, so interesting, especially in how he tries to shield the first-years and yuuta from having any kind of blood on their hands. it implicates him to have done that very thing, and he spends his life silencing himself because of it. i do believe his language barrier is almost a relief, because it acts almost as a self-imposed wall. but despite that wall, he still reaches out because while he himself is okay being alone, the thought of someone like yuuta, someone he sees as exactly like him, suffering by himself is painful to him.

for yuuta, i am a big advocate for the continued acknowledgment of his anxiety, depression, and low key craziness. he had a normal childhood, but that somehow makes the transition to everything with rika so much worse. because he had that normalcy and it was shattered completely. he’s hurt, maimed, and killed people both unintentionally and intentionally. but he sees it as necessary in protecting the people he cares about the most. in a lot of ways, i think his dubious morality and how far he’s willing to go is an expression of his love. for example, killing getou in his eyes is the ultimate act of service to gojo, so he himself would not have to kill him. his character is such a juxtaposition compared to everyone we’ve been introduced to. here you have these child soldiers, ready and willing to sacrifice themselves, where death and suffering is more feasible than ever living their life to entirely. then they give us yuuta, who wants to live so badly in happiness that he’s willing to inflict and do everything for and against their society. it’s almost an unhealthy relationship to a degree, but it’s the only kind of relationship any of them know how to have.

together they work so well, because like i’ve said before, they defy each other’s expectations in what they ever believed they could have or deserve. despite their rough edges, the blood on their hands, the years they’ve lost to fighting battles they never started, they treat each other so gently. as if they are the better half, yet simultaneously knowing exactly how much they have done. yuuta who sees violence almost as a love letter, who absorbs toge’s curse as if it’s something to admire and adore. toge who sees himself as unforgivable in his crimes, who self-enforces isolation and barriers yet took a step out just to comfort yuuta from a mild spell of anxiety, because he couldn’t stand to see him suffer even in a minor degree.

i have so many feelings about them so i’m so glad that they come across the way i want them to !! i love all content, and i’m always willing to share my thoughts, but ty so much for the validation bestie, i’m sure i’m eating up your content as well !! 🥺

#inumaki toge #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yuuta okkotsu #inuokko #ottoge #i have so many thoughts