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All done~

Okay, all the requests - bar one OC special that I’m incapable of even starting - have been finished!

This blog is now officially dead. I was going to put it on hiatus, in case I never wanted to come back, but honestly? I don’t think I never will. I’ll keep it up in case anyone wants to read through it again though.

Thanks to everyone who’s ever commented, complimented or liked my works. I appreciate it all! ^^

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Waaahhh, an open ask-box!!! ^•^ I adore your writings, so how about: Ashcore is trying to kill/hurt Gardy. The guys are protecting her and during the fight Ash exposes himself as Lance. Can we please have the boy's reaction, especially Val's!? •w• Thank you sooo much!!

Here’s your request, @mietzi2511, apologies for the wait. I hope you enjoy these headcanons. ^^

Leiftan -

For once, he doesn’t have to feignhis surprise – he’s just as shocked as the rest of them.

Not once had he thought Lance would ever expose himself.He’d always wanted to keep his brother in the dark; probably out of somemisguided attempt to save him the pain.

But he has now and Leiftan’s furious.

For a man who cared so much for the plan, he lovedsabotaging it, didn’t he?

The guard knew who they were dealing with now, what they’relooking for. This would undoubtedly make things harder for them in the long run.

he’ll do his best to ensure the stupid dragon escapes this encounter, but damnwould the brat suffer for it later.

 Nevra -

Should be wondering how Lance’s still alive, hurt that he’dattack the guard – but honestly? He’s just pissed.

Valkyon spent years mourning this piece of shit, and he wasalive this entire time?

What the point of it? Needlessly causing Valkyon pain whenhe was more than welcome to go through the door. At least then Valkyon wouldknow his brother lived.

This revelation reignites his hatred of Ash-Lanceand it’s only because of Valkyon does he not leap the fucker.

 Ezarel -

Once upon a time, he thought the strangest thing he’d everdiscovered was a human was actually part fae.

This easily tops that.

There’s so manyquestions he wants to ask – a number of them with an unnecessary amount of expletives – but that in the end it reallydoesn’t matter.

It pained him to admit it, but Lance wasn’t the man theyonce knew. The numerous attacks on the guard proved that.

No matter how he personally felt about the situation, Lancewas their enemy – they can’t afford to think of him as anything else.

Valkyon -

There’s strange roaring in his ears. His vision’s blurry,head dizzy but he can see Lance in sharp acuity.

There’s so many thingshe wants to say, to ask, but a mixture of confusion,  hurt and relief clogs his throat, blockingthe words.

All this time, all this mourning, and he was alive. And he didn’tsay anything. Not a letter, a visit, nothing. He just… disappeared.

…Did he hate him thatmuch? He had to, right? Why else would he knowingly let him suffer for allthese years?

For the first time since joining the guard, Valkyon has tosit a battle out. He’s more of a hindrance of the help in the state he’s in.

But even as he's ledaway from the battlefield, he can’t takehis eyes off Lance - the guard’s greatest enemy.

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Hi! Could you do a scenario in which Nevra tries to fight his feelings for Gardienne by sleeping around with girls, and hanging out with them in front of Gardienne all the while avoiding her. He then notices that Gardienne takes it as an ending to their friendship and grows close to a random guy in the HQ? She ends up with that guy and Nevra tries to explain himself to her and to confess after a conversation with that guy during which he learned that they were in couple? Thank you so much 💕💕💕

Tried to experiment a little with this. I hope it turned out okay!

Enjoy ^^

‘I’m sorry. But Idon’t like you like that. I never have.’ Those words floated through hishead endlessly. A phrase he was so familiar with. One he’d spoken countlesstimes before, but never the receiver until now.

“I don’t know what I was expecting.” He stared out at the moonlit scenery from the gazebo, seeing nothing.

He shouldn’t feel this bitter. It’s entirely his fault fornot making a move earlier. For being a bumbling dolt who let fear rule his mindand push you away.

If he hadn’t been so shameless with his flirting, ignoringyou for women he didn’t give a shit about, then maybe things would bedifferent.

Maybe he’d at your side instead of him. His replacement.

He’d made the mistake of calling him that earlier. Itslipped from his tongue in a desperate attempt to make you see, but all it’ddone was infuriate you.

‘He’s not a replacement.’You hissed, ‘Don’t talk about him like he’s some spare part.’

‘Okay, that wasuncalled for. I apologise. But, _____.” He took your hand, praying you couldsee the earnest in his eyes. ‘Please.Give me one more chance.’

‘So you can ignore me?Hurt me all over again?’’ The raw pain in your eyes cut him deep and it dawnedon him just how badly he’d hurt you.

‘Just let me explain,please. I just need another chance, _____. I love you.’ You shook your head,pulling your hand from his grip.

‘I’m sorry. But I don’tlike you like that. I never have.’

You’d left shortly after that, leaving him here with hisself-deprecating thoughts.

He’d messed up. He’d messed up badly. Oracle he wished hecould just rewind time. Go back to the days when you didn’t have a boyfriendand didn’t hate him.  Back when he’drealised how madly in love he was and ask you out properly. Back when yousmiled at him with pain and sadness in your eyes.

But life doesn’t work like that. You’re happy with anotherman now; he lost his chance, and your friendship, a long time ago.

“Damn it.” The nighttime view turns misty as tears springunbidden to his eyes. “Damn it all to hell.”

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I just ADORE your writing! I just got into the Eldarya fandom and I was hooked on your amazing masterlist of work! I was hoping you'd write this scenario where the boys just walk into Gardienne's room to see her dressed in lacy lingerie for bed. I'm not sure if this would be considered NSFW, I just want the boys reaction to seeing the 'sweet & innocent' Gardienne wearing so provocative (ex. Yoins pajamas/lingerie)

Thanks for the kind words! I really appreciate them ^^

I hope you enjoy these scenarios! =)

Leiftan -

“Excuse me, Y/N, I know it’s late but I found the-” He drawsshort when he looks up from the books in his grasp.

You look at him expectantly, surprisingly unconcerned with –or unaware of – your current state of dress. Or lack of such.

He shouldn’t be looking, and he isn’t. Really! He’s notlooking at your shapely legs or the waythe nightgown fits so snugly around your bust…

Fuck.

“I-I apologise. I’ll come back later.” Preferably whenyou’re fully dressed. And his little ‘problem’ has died down.

 Valkyon -

He should’ve knocked, he knew he should’ve knocked. But hedidn’t and now he got a good eyeful of your barely covered body.

The shimmering gossamer that covered your body barely leftanything to the imagination, and anything that was hidden only served to makehim even embarrassed.

“I, um…” You twist the edges of your robes, offering him anervous smile. “Did you need something?”

That slaps him back to reality, and he barely spits out anapology before he high-tails it out of there.

 Nevra -

He probably shouldn’t be so casual about catching youunawares, but you didn’t seem to mind too much simply telling him to shut thedoor on his way in. So he unabashedly took in your choice in nightwear. Andboy, what a choice it was.

Short and silk, it hid most of your body from view, but notthe contour which, in his opinion, was so much better. Especially when it was complemented by just a hint of cleavage.

“Have you finished ogling?” You huff, a red tint to yourcheeks.

He grins cheekily. “Hardly. Mind if I get a closer look?”

 Ezarel -

Why the hell had he decided now was a good time to get yourfield report? If he just waited until the morning like Ewelein had advised him, he wouldn’t be awkwardly examining yourdresser while you look for said report.

“Here it is!” Your cry of victory makes him turn to faceyou, something he’d been trying not to do since he’d clapped eyes on yournightwear.

And dammit, there wasn’t anything overtly sexual about it.But that little glimpse of leg when youwalked, the way it pinched around your waist- it made him hotter than it rightly should.

“About damn time.” He snapped as he marched out of the room,papers in hand, and face on fire.

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Can i ask a scenario about the boys reactions + Leiftan after Guardienne found out she is a daemon?

I’m not accepting requests anymore. Sorry!

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Hello! I don't know if the requests are open, if this isn't the case I'm sorry to bother you, but I'd like to request smt for our farmboy Lys. I just can't stop imagining how he gets surprised by Candy, who visits him on the farm and he shows her around or smt like that...

Thanks for this @penguingirlanzu! I’ve actually been wantingto write something for my poor mistreated farm boy, but haven’t been able tokick my ass into gear.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writingit. =)

It’s surprising how the farm life has claimed him.

Originally, he’d hated it with a passion. It’d takeneverything he’d wanted from life and replaced it with a life he’d sworn toleave behind.

By now, he’s learnt to… not love it exactly, but it’s hislife now. The lights of the stage have long been replaced by the light ofrising dawn, the beat of the drums by the roar of tractors.

It’s not the life he wanted, but he really can’t imagineanything else now.

You, on the other hand, seemed to take utter umbrage at theapparent waste of his talents.

“Can’t you just sell the farm? How can you be happy there?”

He’d laughed, told you he’d be fine, that you should visitif you were so worried about him. He hadn’t expected for you to actually do it.

But you’re here now, cooing over the lambs and theirmothers, clumsily helping milk the cows and curling up beside him at the end of the hard day’s work in front of thefireplace.

Winding your fingers in his, he presses a kiss your knucklescausing a lazy smile on your face. You return the gesture directly on his lips,and he sighs in content, pressing you against him insistently as he indulges inyou.

“I’ve missed you.” He breathes as he pulls away.

You smile warmly, breathless, and whisper, “I missed youtoo.”

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Tea-ee’s OC special

With this, I’ve completed all the OC specials, sort of.

There’s still one more, but the person never sent the info I need so I haven’t been able to write it. I could just ask them for it, but it’s been a while, and I think I bothered them enough at the time (AKA, I’m a asocial coward who doesn’t like messaging people).

Anyhoo, this one’s for @tea-ee​. Sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoy! ^^

TW: Mentions of death and violence

The attack had been brutal. All battles were, he knew that, but this kind of mindless destruction hadn’t been seen in centuries.

People milled around the shattered guard, careful not to tread on the innumerable injured member lined up on the floor. Ewelein and her team were working overtime to accommodate the many, many hurt member who’d been caught in the initial blast. Working so hard to keep anyone from joining those who’d passed.

Ezarel looked away from the sight, focusing on the slow drip of his burette. It was calming on the worst of days. The regular drops falling into the beaker, filling it slowly with vibrant colours gave him time to think. To breathe.

Now it felt like choking.

He can still remember the first explosion. How people were literally thrown through the air from the force. The bloody battle that had followed after. He’d gained new scars in that fight. Nothing to be proud about; he’d almost lost his life after all.

But those hadn’t been the worse part of the attack. No. It was the aftermath.

Names were called, people searched for. Some answered back, a few were found. Most were not.

They searched, and they saved and they hoped, but no. They’d lost more than they could’ve ever imagined in less than an hour.

The entire Eldaryan guard brought to its knees by a small group of people and some explosives.

“Pathetic.” He hissed, fist curling against the table.

“Don’t be so harsh on yourself, Ez.” You stood in the destroyed doorway of his lab, a cheeky smile on your face. “You can’t help it.”

He snorted, turning back to the equipment, both appreciating the sudden company and wishing you’d leave him be. “I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.”

“You technically did though.” Sauntering in, you appraised the damaged lab with a raised eyebrow. “Damn, they really trashed the place, didn’t they?”

“It’s still functional. Unlike other areas.” He could feel your body heat as you stood beside him but refused to meet your gaze, choosing to continue watching the steady drips.

“Barely.” A hand delicately landed on his shoulder. At the lack of reaction, you gripped it more firmly – more reassuringly. “You hanging in there?”

He shrugged half-heartedly. “Doing better than the others.”

“The others are barely keeping their shit together.” You retort. “They’re not the best measuring stick.”

“They’re the only one I have.” He finally looked at you, forcing a half-assed smile. “And you? I heard you were pretty close to the initial blast.”

“As you can see,” You gesture to your bandages and gauzes. “I got off pretty lightly all things considered.” He nodded in agreement, returning to the apparatus once more.

Truthfully, he wasn’t strong enough for social interaction. Heavy guilt constantly weighed him down. Questions and scenarios of how he could’ve prevented all of haunted him. The past day’s events had left him lifeless; it was a miracle he was even able to work when all he wanted to do was to collapse and never wake up.

At the same time, he needed the closeness. Needed someone, something, to pull him from the whirlwind inside his head. Needed to be reminded that not everything was lost.

And you seemed to understand that, taking a seat beside him and quietly looking through the forensic results of what little evidence they’d collected. For hours, you both just sat there, in perfect quiet, the only sounds breaking the temporary peace were the sounds of rustling papers or an occasional cough from the floor below.

For the first time in what felt like years, Ezarel was at peace.

“Hey, Ez?” He glanced at you questioningly. “What’s that?”

You gestured to the brightly-coloured bottle in his hands, the finished product of his hours of titration.

“Analyser. Concentrated.” Seeing your mystified look, he explained. “We use it to [analyse and track something based on what we’ve found on the crime scene.”

“Huh. Didn’t know you guys had forensic science too.” You crossed your legs, the documents in your hands placed neatly on top. “Didn’t Nevra say there was no trace at the site though? What’s the point of that?”

“Anything leaves a trace, Y/N. It’s just a matter of finding it.” He tucked the potion on his belt, collecting a few more drafts from the table and gesturing for you to do the same.

The bottles are suspiciously examined, but you load them into your arms, following him out the door. “You've found something?”

“I suspect something. I need the analyser to confirm it.” Down the stairs he went, you jogging to keep up with his long strides.

“And what,” You ask, pausing to watch Ezarel hand the concoctions to the medical staff and injured. “Do you suspect?”

He didn’t answer for a while, continuing to pass out the medicine before pulling you to a quiet corner. “I think,” He stopped, swallowing. “I think we have a traitor amongst us.”

Your reaction wasn’t at all what he expected. Surprise, fear maybe even disbelief. But he got… nothing. Nothing at all. It was like someone had swiped you clean of everything that made you human, leaving a cold robotic shell in your place.

“Y/N?” At the sound of your name you shook your head, expression and life returning to your features but it was too late. A small pit of dread settled in his stomach.

“Sorry, sorry. You surprised me so much I zoned out for a moment.” You said, scratching your cheek. Your expression goes from bashful to serious as you return to the topic at hand. “Didn’t we deal with the traitor already? Leiftan’s gone and there’s no one else with a motive, right?”

Muttering how it’s just a theory and you should keep it yourself for now, he slunk away. He didn’t want to consider it, even hypothetically, but your reaction…

“Damn.” He growled, fingers raking through his blue locks. “They’re a suspect too.”

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Logic was a bitch. It was unforgiving, cold and indifferent. No matter how you look at something – in the end, no matter how you wanted – objectively, the truth never changed.

Usually, he loved that. But now it made him sick.

No matter how he spun it, looked at it, broke it down and build it up, the conclusion never changed: you were the traitor.

You were the one on guard duty that night. The closest to the blast, but relatively unharmed all things considering. You had the motive, you had the skills. You didn’t have an alibi beyond your own word.

“Damn it!” The desk shook from of the force of his punch, it’s trembling slowly steadying even as his breathing did not.

He didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t.

You were so kind, so sweet. Even with the wrongs they’d done to you, he couldn’t imagine you resort to such senseless violence.

And the others wouldn’t either. Even if the circumstantial evidence screamed that you were a danger to the guard, nobody else would believe him. He’d need physical proof of your betrayal before e could talk to anyone else about this.

But where could he find his proof? What would he do if he didn’t find anything?

A steadying breath. “One step at a time, Ezarel.”

The obvious place to search was the blast site,  a small alcove on your patrol route. It was less of an alcove now and more of a gaping hole in the wall.

There hadn’t been enough time to properly fill the void, so the hole had a few strips of flimsy tape ‘covering’ it that did nothing to block out the chill of the night.

Almost as if it was cursed, people avoided the area, some going as far as taking a longer route just be saved the walk past the painful reminder of their loss.

The lack of people and chill of the night air made the entire area far creepier than it should, and for a moment, Ezarel considered leaving the investigation until tomorrow.

But this couldn’t wait.

At first, it seemed the place was barren of anything useful. Some shrapnel here and there, a little-dried blood the clean-up crew that missed. Nothing he could use. Then he saw it.

Your knife. A once beautiful silver blade he and Valkyon had taken great pains to craft for your last birthday, now it lay on the ground blackened. And lying next to it…

“Flint.” This was worse than he thought. Before this point, he’d thought your role would be limited to a mole of sorts. The worst you could’ve done was the rest of the attackers in. But this…

“You aren’t supposed to be here.” His blood froze. Behind him, you approached. You moved too quickly for him to react, to quickly for him to comprehend what you’d done until he spied the blood-soaked blade in your hand.

He collapsed, a hand pressed against the wound in his stomach.

“_-____....” You appraised him with that same cold, robotic look from before. The blood staining your hands didn’t seem to bother you at all.

You both stared at each other, one with the pain of betrayal, the other with nothing at all.

“Why- why would you do this?” The question is spat out with his blood, the words are dripping with pain.

“The stabbing or the betrayal? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure they’re both pretty self-explanatory.” You turn away, bending to pick up your knife. A shadow of melancholy crossed your features as you stare at it, turning it in your hands.

“You betrayed us! Why?”

“Of all the- Are you serious?” You laughed – a bitter, harsh bark that sounded so wrong from your mouth – clenching the knife so hard he could see rivulets of blood run the blade. “The potion? All the times you’ve used me as bait? The way you leave me to pick up the pieces every time you’ve finished ruining my life?“

“Your grudge is against us: the captains. You shouldn’t have gotten innocents involved.” He just has to keep you talking. With such copious amounts of blood spilt,  there’s no doubt Nevra would find him soon; he just survives until then.

Your face crumples so suddenly, he’s taken back. “I didn’t want to… all those people…” Maybe it’s a trick of the light, but there’s a wet glint in your eyes. You square your shoulders, eyes narrowing. “I had no choice.”

“You always have a choice.”

“God, you sound like a bad action flick.” You snort, kneeling beside him. Let’s make something clear: I didn’t want this. Or for all those people get hurt. But-“ Gone is the soft, almost apologetic look, replaced with bitterness and anger. “If it means you suffer, even a little, I’d do it all over again. You understand? You people took everything from me. I’m repaying the favour.”

He tried to speak, to protest, but something blocks the words. He could only stare into your hateful gaze with dread. This person you’ve become… he’s afraid. Of what you can do. Of what you will do.

“_____.” You both turn to see Ashkore, standing just outside the hole, arms crossed. “We’re leaving.”

“You-! You’ve been working with him?”

“Obviously. We share an interest in your demise.”  

“You’ll never get away with this.” He managed past the pain and dread. His defiance only amused you though; a giggle just as acrid as the last escaping your lips.

“I think you’ll find I currently am.” You push yourself up, standing tall over his vulnerable body. A foot is raised, and he flinched. “Don’t worry, Ez. Nevra’ll here pretty soon I’m sure. You won’t die today.” You smiled radiating pure malice. “You don’t deserve the luxury. Goodbye.”

Then your foot came down and his world turned black.

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Headcanon on how Chrome, Leiftan and Lance would react to finding out guardinne is a dragon but strongly on the guards side

Whoo, another headcanon done! If I keep up this pace, I should finish the requests this week.

That aside, I hope you enjoy this, @dragongirl98765! ^^

Chrome –

Colour him unsurprised. About the guard thing, not the dragon thing. That he wasn’t expecting.

Despite the absolute bullcrapthose bastards put you through, you were loyal.

They took you in, helped you when most fae would leave youto die - or worse. There’s no chance you’d ever consider betraying them.

And while he didn’t wish you any harm – in fact, your dragonic nature makes him wish for the exact opposite – it’s just too dangerous to try convincing you of the guard’sblack deeds.

 They’re better off leaving you be with your mistaken loyalty.

Lance –

Were you a masochist? You must be, right? How else could youpossibly align yourself with those bastards after all his warnings and alltheir actions?

Oracle, he wants to slap some sense into you. Remind you howdisposable you are to them, assure you that he can keep you safe with the otherdragons.

But for once, he and Chrome are in agreement. As painful as it is to watch one of his own self-destruct in such a way, you’re a lostcause and a risk to the plan. 

It’s safer to let you burn with the guard.

Leiftan -

He can’t believe it.

Your entire situation should’ve assured you joining him,that you’d want revenge just as much as the rest of them. Why were you sostupidly loyal?

Of course, he knows that’ssimply how you are and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t admire you for it.But that loyalty throws a major wrench in his plans and he can’t let you screwit up.

Despite Lance and Chrome’s misgivings, he’s going to trychanging your mind. Not all at once, just little baby steps.

Bringing up their dark history, reminding you of their manytransgressions against you. Small things that he’s certain will bring you overto his way of thinking eventually.

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Can I ask for a scenario where Gardienne is dating Ezarel, but she thinks he will never love her as much as she loves him and Ezarel finds out? Like, assuring her he loves her. Thank you in advance!!

Sorry dear, but I’m not accepting any new requests.

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I just read your headcanons of "suicide after potion" and I love it! (specially Nevra <3333) Could I ask the same for Miiko and Leiftan - yes, Miiko, it does not have to be romantic but I want to read how you imagine her reaction! BTW THANKS FOR WRITE AND SHARE WITH US!!!

I hope you enjoy these, dear! ^^

Miiko –

Always had complete confidence in her decisions, that she knew what’s good for the guard.

But now she knows the truth - she’s just a coward.

A monster who uses her orders as a shield to protect herselffrom things she doesn’t understand and fears.

She can’t hide behind them anymore, not when the entireguard – herself included – questions whether she’s really the one they want incharge.

If it weren’t so last-minute,she’d step down immediately. Run from the position stained with your blood.

But she can’t. And she won’t.

Maybe it’s to gain your forgiveness,or seemly to right her terrible wrong, but she squares her shoulders andmarches on: all her decisions, thoughts, actions driven by the burning desireto right her wrong.

 Leiftan –

Has never hated the guard more in his life.

How could they drive you to this? Hurt you so deeply thatyou were cornered to such a decision?

But he can’t pretend they’re the only ones at fault.

He knew as well. And he did nothing to stop them.

It was because hethought that they’d never go through with it, that they’d come to their senseswithout his intervention. At least that’s what he tells himself.

But a small nagging voice questions: Is that really why?

That question, the implication that you died because he wasunable to put your wellbeing over his own selfish desires haunts him almost asmuch as your memory does.

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Ooooh how about scenario with Gardy being upset about some shit boys did (not The Potion just some stupid thing) and is hiding in a kitchen. Karuto finds her there and ofc he is harsh and stuff, like always, but serves her something good anyway and listens to her just to make her happy. I'm suddenly in a need of some secret sofite Karuto fluff because reasons xD Thanks I love you and your writings ♡

I hope you enjoy this (hopefully) cutesy drabble, you lovely anon!

Karuto doesn’t make kicking companions a habit. In fact, he’s never kicked one. Thought about it?Definitely. Actually done it? Never, and he’d like to keep it that way.

But he gets the strange, uneasy feeling that if he ever didkick a companion, it’d have the exact same sorrowful expression you currentlydid.

The temptation to ask is there, but he’s never been good atcomfort or compassion, and the last thing you need is a grumpy old man prying.

So instead, he turns to his cooking – a sublime stew that he’dbeen watching all day – and wonders.

For you to risk coming into his space meant you eitherwanted a favour – doubtful consideringyou’ve been silent for the last 5 minutes– or, more likely, you’re hiding from something.

Those poor excuses forcaptains probably. They seemed to be the only people in the guard incapable ofleaving you be.

But why here? He hasn’t exactly been hospitable to you. Ifanything, wouldn’t the infirmary be a better choice? You were friends with Eweleïn,weren’t you?

“But then, they’re not afraid of Eweleïn.” His mumbling catchesyour attention, and you glance nervously at him.

“I’m not bothering you, am I?” Not really. In fact, it was nice having some company for once,but he’ll be damned if he admits that.

The whistling of the kettle saves him from answeringimmediately, and he busies himself with the stew’s finishing touches. “Nevermind that. You want some?”

“…Yes, pleased.” It only takes him a few moments to slide abowl of steaming soup before you, and even less time for you to dig in.

“It’s good.” You mumble around a mouthful.

He snorts, a pleased smile softening his face a smidgen. “Ofcourse it is.” Your lips quirk into a small smile of your own, and acomfortable silent reigns.

“Hey, Karuto?” He grunts, once again in front of the stove. “I-Can I talk to you about something for a bit?”

“If you like.” Comes your gruff answer, but it’s enough to perkyou up a little. And whilst he greatly prefers silence to your unendingchatter, the life and cheer that return your expression with each grievance aired makes the loss of peace so muchmore bearable. 

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Oh ! Sorry, I didn't knew ! It's the first time that I actually realize that you're accepting requests so ... I did not waste time.. Therefore, I would like, if possible, a headcanon of after their first time. Stay true to Lance's personality adding only a little bit of romance while they lie in bed and talk a little about what they just did, I do not know, I leave it at your discretion ^^

I wanted to make thislonger, but didn’t know how to =/ 

I hope it’s okay as it is, Anon! ^^

Lance -

The afterglow of the pleasure doesn’t fade as quickly ashe’d like. It makes him too vulnerable, too soft. Something you don’t hesitateto exploit, snuggling into his side, something he rarely let you do even on thebest of days.

He wonders if heshould push you away as a sort of reminder that he’s not as soft as you makehim out to be. But your warmth’s comforting and moving feels like too mucheffort. Instead, he lets his eyes close, letting whatever words you speak washover him like a comforting breeze.

You figure out that he’s not listening, gently poking him inthe side to gain his attention. Only one eye is opened, gazing down at youcuriously. “If you say anything sappy, I’m leaving.”

You snort, sitting up causing the covers to pool around yourwaist and his eyes gaze to admire the expanse of your back. “I’m gonna go washup.” You smile mischievously over your shoulder. “You’re welcome to join me.”

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Hi, I saw you also accept requests for non dateable characters. If you could do something toothaching sweet for Guardienne x Jamon either after we killed the evil Dyrade or after episode 13, this would be so awesome!!!

First Jamon request, and I did it pretty well. i think

I hope this is sweet enough for you, @lalelilolusworld! Enjoy =)

It’s strange how different the boys are. Ezarel’s acerbic,unbelievably harsh but well-meaning, despite his flirty tendencies Nevra’s gota honest compassion that borders on maternal, and Valkyon’s… well, Valkyon;blunter than a spoon but with a heart of gold.

They all had they own way of taking your mind off the bloodstaining your hands;  facts and reasoning,compassion and sympathy, a reassuring shoulder to cry on. All of itappreciated, truly, but you didn’t want to go over the situation logically, don’tneed to be smothered with pity or a shoulder to cry on.

You just needed him. Your sweet, simple-minded Jamon.

He doesn’t pretend to know how you feel, doesn’t try toeither. But he understands that nothing will ever be the same for you, that youmay never be okay again. And, blissfully, he says nothing –  simply notinghow messy your hair is and ineffectively trying to neaten it.

He offers you his honey rations, mostly because he knows youhaven’t eaten since you got back and you won’t if he doesn’t.

But most of all, he listens. Doesn’t try to tell you how tofeel, or invalidate your thoughts. He’s just there, arms around you, listeningto whatever springs from your mouth.

And that’s all you really need.

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How would the boys react if you disappeared overnight, only to leave a letter to them personally, in which you explain that you contacted the humans that were looking for you and told them you would join them if no hurt was done to the Guard of Eel's members. You also explain that they agreed and that they plan on sending you back on Earth. If the boys learn that Miiko accepted to let you go despite the risks of traps and the danger, how would they feel and what would they do? P.s They love you

Decided that for the last few headcanons\drabbles\etc, I’ll be including Leiftan by default! Consider it a parting gift of sorts =)

Ezarel -

He knew it. He fucking knew it.

Hadn’t he said from the beginning? You’d leave the second you had thechance. 

He knew it. He said it. He believedit. And yet he still let himself get attached.

The letter is read over andover again, more out of a perverse need for validation than searching for a hint of yourcurrent location.

Why would he go look for you?You’d made this choice, danger be damned. And if he wasn’t enough to make you stay, what was it that he could do or say that would bring you back?

 Nevra -

If he had it his way, there’dbe a search party scouring every inch of the land for you right now.

But he can’t have it his way,Miiko made sure of that. 

‘It’s for the guard, Nevra.The guard comes first.’ What bullshit.

She was scared of what thehumans could do, so like a spinelesscoward  she sacrificedyou for a temporary peace of mind.

And you. What the hell were you thinking, running away without even aproper goodbye? Didn’t you think thepeople you’d left behind? About him? Did he really mean so little to you?

With you gone Oracle knows where, he’ll never know, and somehow, that makes this awful situation even shittier.

Valkyon -

It takes all the strength hepossesses to stop himself from chasing you down.

Regardless of how he feelsabout the situation, you chose this. It was your decision, and he respects it

But dammit,it hurts. 

Anything to could happen toyou and he’d never know. Even now youmight be suffering and there’s nothing he can do.

Oracle, he wished you insisted someone go with you. It didn’t even have to be him. Just someone youtrusted to shadow you until you were safe.

There’s no doubt in his mindthat he’ll never stop wondering what became of you.

 Leiftan -

Unlike Valkyon, Leiftandoesn’t bother restraining himself; he searches the guard for you immediately.

And, of course, he findsnothing. It’s infuriating… and saddening.

Were you so unhappy here thatyou’d leave with only a letter for him to remember you by?

Why hadn’t you said anything?There’s nothing he wouldn’t do to make you happy - not a damn thing.

It’s too late for thosethoughts now though. You’ve left, and he has limited time to find you.

What he’ll do if he does findyou, he’s not sure – but he can’t, won’t let you leave like this.

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Can I ask for a scenario where after a strong argument between gardienne and Ezarel while they're on the mission she simply walks away alone aaaand gets in trouble so he has to save her? Like, she gets chased by some dangerous animal or sth. Thank you in advance!

I should really stop making these so long - it’s making it very hard to maintain a constant schedule.

Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy this scenario =)

Inhindsight, charging headfirst intouncharted territory because you were pissed at the resident science nerd (Alchemynerd?) might not have been the smartest decision.

Neitherwas exploring that cave without the appropriate gear – namely, your weapons. Inyour defence, it was supposed to be arelatively safe area, how were you supposed to know there’d be a Kerit livingthere? Weren’t those things indigenous to the Savannah or something?

Butyou know what they say, hindsight’s 20/20. Not that you could see very well,sweat blurring your vision as you rushed through the vegetation.

Behind you the roars and snarls of thebear-like monstrosity grew ever louder, spurring you on. You knew you couldn’tcontinue like this. Despite your initial headstart on the beast – being whackedacross the cave really helped, though you hadn’t thought so at the time – itwas gaining quickly, you could already feel your side burning something fierceand doubted you could maintain this pace much longer.

A plan was needed. But between the runningfor your life and constant flow of ‘OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD’ in your mind,there wasn’t really any time to think. Which is why when the person you leastwanted to see barreled into you, you almost sobbed with relief.

“Where the hell have you been?!” You hopedhe didn’t expect an immediate answer. The collision had rocked you off yourfeet, the pain in your side throbbing even more intensely and clouding your mind withpain.

By the time you’re regained enough of yourwits to remember why standing still was a bad idea, it was already much toolate and a certain terror crashed in behind you.

Immediately trying to resume your previouslife-preserving action, you dash by Ezarel; only to be dragged back into a hardchest. “What—“

Ezarel clamped a hand over your mouth.“Stay still.” He hissed. “Kerits havenotoriously poor eyesight. They can only perceiveyou if you move.”

Doubt niggled in the back of your mind, buthe made no indication of letting you go so you had no choice but to shiver asthe Kerit shuffled forward.

It got close, so very close, you swore youcould see the reflection in its dinner-plate-sizedeyes. Was this it? Were you going to die in some random forest, killed by wildlife you’d accidentally awakened? Withone last sniff, it roared, a gust of foul-smelling air blasting over your faceand bringing tears to your eyes. This was it…

Or not, as the gargantuan swung around, growling and snuffling, plodding back intothe underbrush, plants and trees destroyedin its wake.

You barely had the time to sigh in reliefwhen a certain asshole shoved you hard. “What were you thinking, charging offlike that?” You spun around, a half-formed retort on your tongue but, as usual,he cut across you. “Of all the stupid things you’ve done-“

“I don’t need your nagging, Ez.” Youhissed, “I’m tired, in pain and, surprisingly,the cure is not your shit.”

He snorted. “Andwhose fault is that?”

Normally you’d rise to the bait and tellhim exactly where he could stick it, but exhaustion had finally caught up with you, and you could barely musterthe strength to stand, let alone fight. “Whatever. Where’s camp?”

“Somewhere in that direction.” Ezarelgestured somewhere behind him. “The specifics are unknown since someone–“ Pointed look. “ –ran off withthe map.”

With a roll of the eyes, you unclipped the mapfrom your belt and handed to him with a tight smile. Or at least, you tried to.

You kept fumbling at the clip, your fingersdisobeying you at every turn. It didn’t help that your head felt full – like it had been stuffed with cotton.The after effects of adrenaline maybe?

“Y/N?” Ez’s voice sounded hazy like he was a long distance away. “Y\N!”You staggered a few paces forwards before toppling, the ground rising toswallow you whole.

                                                            -

The sensation of heat and soft skin againstyour own awoken you from your slumber. Though honestly, you weren’t sure whenyou’d fallen asleep. You could remember falling, closing your eyes beforehitting the ground, but when you’d open you were here.

‘Here’ being the camp, if the constant low chatter and canvas ceiling wereany indicators.

“You’re awake?” The soft, murmured voicewas almost unrecognizable without the harsh edge to it, and you almost couldn’tbelieve it belonged to him.

“Ez?” Your voice came out hoarse, equallyas unrecognizable as the elf’s.” “Ez,” You tried again. “What happened?”

You attempted to sit up, only to be pushed back down immediately. “Don’t, you’llopen your stitches.”

“Stitches…?” Though it was rather awkwardin your position, you managed to twist your head to where Ez’s hands rested onyour side.

An angry, puckered line of flesh stuck outfrom your side, a neat set of stitches holding together what you could onlyassume was a nasty gash.

As if seeing it made real, pain rippledover your side, curling you within yourself with a whimper.

“What did I just say?” He growled, forcing you flat on your back. “For oracle’ssake, can’t you listen to me for once?” You could only whimper as he reexamined the injury, muttering curses underhis breath. “And would you stop squirming? It’s making this more difficult thanit needs to be.”

“It hurts.”You emphasised, sucking in a breath as his fingers dance smear astrange-smelling poultice over your side.

“And whose fault is that? If you’d justdone as I said, followed my damn orders…”

You snorted. “What orders? Last I checked Iwas ‘too stupid’ to be of any help. Remember?” His look of mild embarrassment told you that he did. It’squickly replaced by a look of raw irritation and anger when you add. ”So,technically, this your fault.”

“My fault?” You nod. “Hah.” He leaned forwards,having completely forgotten about his task. “If an idiot charges into thewilderness on their own and gets themselves hurt because they can’t deal with theyown ineptitude; how is that my fault?”

“Perhaps,” You push yourself up, to glarehim in the eyes. “The part where you MADE ME feel like an unwanted bag ofhammers? You told me yourself that I shouldn’t have bothered coming. That I’dbe more useful tending the camp.” Yourvoice got louder, angrier, with each word; the murmured voices outside the tentsilenced as you crescendoed.

Alarmed, Ezarel claps a hand over yourmouth, ignoring your struggles until the outside conversations begin again.

He looks at you for a moment, “I’ll admit it, I wasn’t the most welcoming,sure. But that doesn’t mean I shoulder the full responsibilityfor this.”

“You don’t.” You admitted, slumping backdown. “But don’t you dare pretend you’re completely innocent in this.”

“I’m not.” An admittance of his own. Howsurprising. You’d honestly thought he’d try washing his hands clean of the blame.Another surprise came when the harsh lines of his face softened unexpectedly. “Ididn’t mean any of it though.”

“And I’m the queen of Spain.” You hissed ashe began wrapping up your side again.

“I might’ve been…  a tad harsh, but that’s because I know thisregion. Despite what everyone says, this place is actually pretty dangerous. Asyou’ve no doubt figured out.”

“So, what? You figured instead of warning likea normal person, you’d just insult me until I left instead?”

At least he had the grace to lookembarrassed. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“Yeah, well. Look what your ‘good idea’ gotme.” You winced as he finally taped down the much too tight bandages,signalling the end of your treatment.

“Excuse me? Don’t forget who thought it’dbe a good idea to go spelunking in unknown caves.” He grinned at your silence. “You’dbetter get some rest now.” Collecting the medical supplies, he began to leave. “We’removing out tomorrow. Apparently, nobody wants to research when there’s a Kerit in the area.”

“You know we need to talk about thisproperly, right?” Normally, you wouldn’t care if you did or didn’t. You fought with Ez all the time, this should’ve beennothing new. But for some reason, this felt… icky. Like it’d forever stain yourrelationship with him if it wasn’t addressed.

“We do.” He agreed. “But not now. You needto rest, and I need to help pack up.”

You nodded, sinking into the bed – much to the reliefof your aching muscles – and letting the sounds of the camp lull you to sleep.

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You are very talented and cute! Can I ask for a hug?😘

Aw, thank you! ^///^ Of course you can; c’mere!

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First I want to say that I love your writings! Now can I ask for a headcanon of the reaction of the boys + Leiftan when Guardienne tells them that she is a demigod daughter of a deity of war or death?

I won’t lie, when I saw this my mind jumped right into another fandom of mine, so these hcs are heavily based on that.

Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy. =)

Ezarel -

Straight up calls you a liar.

A lot of things are possiblein the world of fae: giants, four-armed wonders, fucking horsemen but gods?Nope. Too far-fetched.

He’s especially condescendingabout it, explaining how the ‘gods’ the humans used to worship are simplypowerful fae all up to the point where your form ripples and you turn into whatcan only be described as a divine monstrous reaper.

That shuts him up sharpish.

Nevra -

Is equally doubtful as Ez,but at least he isn’t rude about it.

He does tease you forthinking you’re some kind of demigod though, pointing out that while your beauty might be heavenly - causing you toroll your eyes - there’s no way such a thing is possible.

You quickly demonstrate that,yes, it is possible when you set ablaze, pulling a gigantic sword from thin air and slam it into the ground withenough force to leave a crater.

Nevra’s stunned, confused andin dire need of some answers.

 Valkyon -

Doesn’t know much about godsand the like, but they’re not usually interested in humans, right?

Still, he gives you benefitof the doubt, asking about your divine parent and what’s it like being ademigod.

At some point, the idea ofsparring so he can see your powers in action comes up and you both prepare todo battle.

At the end of the spar,Valkyon’s awed and a little scared.

He’s never seen such power inhis life, and knowing that you, the tiny thing he always thought neededprotecting, are much stronger than he could be is a tad humbling.

 Leiftan -

Immediately asks if you’reokay.

There’s no way you can be ademigod. It’s Impossible. The old gods have long since lost interest in thelives of mortals: humans and fae alike.

But your display of power, asummoning of the grim reaper itself, proves that what you say is the truth.

He’s torn between excitementand fear. 

Not that he fears you, ofcourse. You’re much too reasonable to act in the destructively dismissive wayof the deities past.

Nope, it’s big, bad dad (ormum, you weren’t exactly clear) that has him shivering. From the sounds ofthings, they’re quite protective of you and if they were to find out he hasdesigns on their daughter…

Hoo boy.