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omg hozuki no reitetsu and onmyoji enjoyer spotted.... js wanted to say hi!!!!!!

HIII i love both hoozuki and onmyoji... did u know they had a collab hoozuki is in onmyoji 😼😼‼️ AND HAIII I LOVE UR PFP SASARA IS ONE OF MY FAV💙!!!

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Guilty Mind

Idia Shroud/Phantomhive!f.reader | artwork from Onmyoji: Fragnece-Seeking | major spoilers for black butler manga and book 6 | apology for any ooc

It is silent—Idia is crouched on the ground, his hands over his heart as he panted after waking up from the dream. His ears played a loud ringing sound, it distorted his mind momentarily before he came into his senses. He looked around, and noticed you were near the edge of the stairs. “Idia,” you looked down at the bottom bit, where hell resides, “It hurts, does it not?” He did not look at your direction, his eyes stared to his palms as he reminisced about the events that occurred. “I know what it is like to lose your brother,” you admitted as you gently played with the silver-ring on your finger—in hopes to ease your mind—before you walked towards him and kneeled next to him.

His attention flickered on you—this was the first time you ever spoke about your family.

Idia stayed silent as he heard your tale, your eyes had little shine to them, “I had two younger brothers, both were foolish and always followed behind like little lost ducks. But, one night, they were killed, instead of I. Years have gone by, but I have not forgotten that night because it should have been me.” He noticed how your eyes were suddenly distant, as if you were reliving that moment.

It was staring into a mirror, he could not help but frown a little. 

“But, Idia—you mustn’t drown yourself in guilt. It sounds difficult, but if you continue this pathway, you will never become the hero Ortho wants you to be. Learn to live with the guilt,” you gently traced your finger over his hand. He flinched at the sudden contact but did not reject it, instead he found a little comfort in your story. “With guilt, it will make you a strong hero, one that would make him proud..”

His lips pursed in sorrow, he looked away from your attention for a moment then softly muttered, “... I’ll see you again one day, Ortho.”

You smiled at his quiet declaration and slowly rose from the ground as you dusted off your clothes, then offered your hand to the blue-hair man. He blinked and hesitated before grabbing your hand, lifting himself from the ground. “If you desire so much to live normally, you could indulge a little in college,” you said, returning to your stoic face, but gentleness carried your voice. “Even a temporary moment can feel eternal. Do not allow those heavy burdens from your family to prevent your joy.”

The ends of his hair flickered between crimson and blue, both emotions conflicting in his mind, “I.. Thank you.” 

Idia never tries to show his vulnerability to people, afraid of the people’s whispers and stares. Yet, as he watched you return to Sebastian—your butler—he could not help take a small step towards your direction. He looked at his hand—still feeling the sensation of your finger tracing on his—and found himself longing for your warmth once again. 

author note: SO SORRY THIS IS ASS GUYS!!! i know it doesn’t mention anything phantomhive, but i wrote it with a phantomhive in mind! i do have a novel draft for twst x phantomhive!reader. anyways, i am working on with lilia but i have to scratch the ideas cause i’m not a fan with them. he is next promise!! i’ll probably upload more of phantomhive!mc scenes since i do have lots of ideas with the concept. i hope to write for dan heng tho or someone from to be hero X or nanbaka lol. Thanks for reading!

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Repeated History

Malleus/Vanrouge!f.reader | image from onymoji: Shiki's memory scroll | you're Lilia’s daughter

The brilliant and radiant moon illuminated the dark forest, it’s almost silent if it weren’t for the occasional leaves that rustled with the faint breeze and soft crickets singing, which created a peaceful atmosphere. In front of you, there is a vast field of flowers accompanied by fireflies that flicker around. In one arm, you held two straw baskets: one held a stash of flowers, while the other had fruits and vegetables. Before sunrise, you would harvest in the forest to prepare a meal for everyone later. It became common practice in your routine, occasionally, your father would accompany you, but most times you're left alone. While alone, you would return with roses to replant in the garden.

Gently, you plucked the flower from the ground, careful to ensure the thorns do not prick your finger. The flower’s stem is smooth and firm, it brought a sense of comfort—as any flower would. Despite them having the inability to converse, you’re aware that they would understand your emotions, as they would wilt whenever you shared your worries. Out of forced habit, you twirled the stem, allowing the flower to dance against the wind. “You’re pretty.. Beautiful for a bouquet,” you complimented with a smile, “Dad would tell me stories about the ones he made for Queen Maleanor. His unrequired feelings, he tells me his regrets—oh, it’s awful. Sometimes I see myself in his stories with Young Master. He made me nervous to confess, he doesn’t want me to experience the pain he did.”

You ended the conversation and placed the single flower in the basket, “But, I have faith.” 

“I see you speak with the flowers,” said a voice in the trees, “I did not know such a habit can be entertaining.”

Quickly, you turned around—“Young Master??!” Then proceeded: “Oh gosh—Young Master, please forget everything you heard. It’s an intimate conversation between my friends and I.” You moved your head away from him, suddenly embarrassed at the realization. He walked towards your direction, his face contoured into an amused smile, as if your previous actions entertained him. This vexed you, “Please, I think some of my pride crumbled.” 

Malleus’s smile turned into a surprised one: his eyes slightly widened, and he opened his mouth a little from the comment. In a haste, he returned into his composed demeanor, “Why? There is no issue. If anything, I should apologize for intruding your conversation,” he bowed his head slightly as a gesture then continued, “But I want to question you. What do you mean, you see yourself in his stories..?”

You are no fool, so you refused to look at him, opting to reach towards a flower on the ground first. “Well, it’s like you heard. Dad had feelings for Queen Maleanor. As I do, but with you,” you brought the flower closer to your face, feeling the sweet aroma of the rose. “Puppy love, he told me, but his eyes would be filled with woe. He tells me I should suppress my feelings since it’s not appropriate—you will become king. And I will simply assist you as another knight. Similar to him and Queen Maleanor.” 

It was silent before you turned around to see his reaction, yet his emotions were hidden under a neutral expression. He appeared conflicted at the mention of the future, his eyes on the ground, pondering his next words carefully. “We can listen to other people’s stories, think about them, and shed tears for them, but at the end of the day, those are not stories of our own,” he walked towards you, making the distance between you two closer. His temperate hand reached for yours, intertwining his finger with yours. In his own silent affection, “We shouldn’t repeat other people’s stories.”

author note: this shit is sooo ass oml. i've only had 4 hours of sleep these three days so shit is not the best SORRY GUYS!! + my dad got into an accident, he’s fine just fractured his neck but overall okay. his friend, unfortunately, was arrested and most likely deported. it was a horrible day today—so, i decided to write to feel better. i wrote this in reference to lilia and maleanor’s relationship lol. im a little behind so sorry if its not true to canon. i have a draft for lilia, i might get it out soon, hoping to have one for mononoke in honor for the new movie that comes out this week···· also, dialogue is borrowed from Ye Xuan/Cael. Thanks for reading!

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Moonlit Bride

malleus/ryukaku!f.reader | image from onymoji memory scrolls 

People in Briar Valley whisper about the blue-horn woman in silk robes that haunt the forest. 

It evoked fear among the villagers, afraid to encounter the figure at night. Elders used the woman as a cautionary tale for children to avoid the dangerous forest, yet others believed it was merely a false story. Nonetheless, Malleus decided to indulge in his curiosity regarding the sightings as he found himself intrigued by the horn figure. He decided to venture out on this journey on his own accord, leaving his two subordinates without a trace, a usual habit he formed over the years.

Trees covered the ground and rays of moonlight illuminated the misty forest, providing a source of light for Malleus. It was silent, only the soft rustles of the leaves melody was heard. Each step he took is careful and elegant, his eyes searching for the blue-horn woman. He heard from the villagers that she would appear in a vast land of grass that is in the center of the forest, so he rummaged through the trees and bushed to find the location. Malleus trusted in his instinct to sense the presence of another dragon, in his mind she was near, he could feel a peaceful aura.

He drew closer and walked past a tree, where he witnessed a beautiful scene: you are underneath the brilliant moon, the light illuminated you, which created a more eternal appearance. You’re dressed in elegant, fine silk robes, stretching your hand towards the moon while the other lifts to the opposite end. The edge of your sleeve dropped to the floor and flowers were clipped on the side of your horns. He watched as you twirled your body around, the sleeves danced alongside accompanied by a soft jingle of jewelry. As you fluttered your lashes open, you noticed Malleus standing in front of you, watching you as if you were an animal attraction. “Who are you?!” you quickly asked, creating a bigger distance between him.

He raised a brow in amusement, “You do not know who I am?”

“No, I’m afraid I don’t,” you admitted, shaking your head and added to make him feel better, “I actually don’t know many people. I live a little north of the mountain with other villagers.”

“Do you often dance at night?” He questions with curiosity and walks a little closer.

You studied his appearance and did not move, then answered, “Mhm. I practice my dance at night.”

Malleus titled his head, little strands of his hair fell on the side, “Why?”

Your fingers played with the ends of your sleeve, in a way to ease your nerves, but held eye-contact with him, “I.. I love dancing. When I don’t practice martial arts, I come out to dance. It’s peaceful at night..”

“I see,” he placed a finger under his chin, pondering for a moment, “You are a folk tale in the south. Most think you are haunting them,” he mused.

“..... Huh?? Wha—Why?” you looked down at the ground, almost embarrassed at the idea.

“Since most see you in a secluded area at night. The horns add into a menacing illusion,” he laughed, remembering people’s fear of the dragon fae. 

You slowly acknowledged, “I suppose.. That makes sense.” You paused, then realized, “What’s your name?”

“You may call me whatever you desire,” he answered. 

As you admired his appearance, you noticed the beautiful emerald eyes and his horns—“You’re handsome.. No name I can offer can capture your beauty.. But, for now, I’ll call you Emerald.”

His lips formed a small smile, someone called him handsome and beautiful with no shame. “Emerald, huh.. and interesting choice—very well, what is your name then?”

“Mines is a secret too—” you answered in return.

He thought for a moment, he looked at the flowers on your horn then at the dress, it is adorned in little jewels of jade. It is of nobility—or at least a type of nobility in the village, “Jade, in honor of your horns.”

Malleus noticed the surprise on your face, but you quickly composed yourself, “Cute!” 

He smiled at your reaction. Malleus felt comfortable and tranquil for once, he did not have to burden himself with his worries. But, he felt afraid that the tranquility would cease, and he would not be able to have another friend—one who isn’t afraid of him, one who is similar to him. His eyes flickered to the ground, they twinkled with unspoken sorrow.

“Emerald,” you brought his focus to you, “I must say, you’re an interesting one! I haven’t seen another dragon fae in my village. Will you return tomorrow? I know we just met, but I’d like to be friends with you..”

Rapidly, he agreed, “—Yes. I, too, would be friends with you.”

You clapped your hands together, “Great! I’ll see you tomorrow, for it's past midnight. Goodbye, Emerald.”

He offered his goodbyes and watched as your figure disappeared into the forest, almost as if a goddess returned to her palace on the moon. His journey ended, he teleported to his home once again, where Sebek scolded him for leaving without a warning. He simply recounted his encounter with you, “There was no haunting. Simply another dragon fae who enjoys dancing,” he laughed to himself. His mind lingered on you, and he told with a soft smile, “I was just mesmerized by the moonlight.”

author note: wrote this w/ no plot just .. joy? it’s late here, im tired so i apologize for the lack of plot. i promise next one will be proper! yapper session incoming, I LOVE ONMYOJI one of my fav rgp, i enjoy using their characters for mini crossovers with other fandoms like phew. i have a draft of jiyan (wuwa) and dan heng!mc... i wanted to write about mononoke w/ a hakutaku!mc but i’ll save that for another day. would people be interested in another one-shot of tbhx of wang yi again or lil johhny’s dad?? if i go with wang yi, itd be slight yandere ngl + also want to write about genshin, specifically kaeya or ayato :9. pumping stories out for the fun of it and because uni is starting soon (upset). Thanks for reading!

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Dive Back In Time

wang yi/cheng xiaoshi!f.reader | image from lovebrush chronicles

In his hands was a pastel blue photo album, decorated in various stickers that range from cartoons to animals.  In the center, there is a picture of you and Wang Yi, hidden in the shade underneath a peony tree, both of you stretching the arm out to form a heart shape. Wang Yi was looking away from the camera, his face showing little interest, while you had a wide smile, excited to capture the intimate moment between you two. He remembers when this picture was taken, it was after you opened your business shop called Time Photo Studio. He fluttered his lashes close, attempting to search his mind the day you gifted him the album.

It was a few days after he returned from a mission, you were inside the developing room when he knocked. The door opened slightly, enough for him to see a little of your face. He waited for a minute when you walked outside, your eyes twinkled with hidden excitement as you gently held his hands to drag him into your room. He watched as you dug into your furniture and took out an album, “I developed all our films together,” your tone was softly carried by a gentle smile, “Since you’ll be busy with hero work, I thought, maybe I can make a little collection, each photo here represents a moment of our life together.. I want you to remember the good memories.” You walked towards him and held the album for him to grab.

His fingers softly brushed against yours as he grabbed onto the item, his eyes shifted from yours to the album, unable to process such a delicate gift. He could see the effort placed, each picture developed with diligence and love, an emotion he has yet grown accustomed too. Opening his mouth, he attempted to express his gratitude, but silence answered instead. Wang Yi took the album and placed it on the counter of his table, he averted his eyes to the floor and hastily embraced you in a hug. It is gentle and warm, a silent vow of his love and devotion to you—his confession of appreciation, if he cannot express it with words then his actions will. He felt your touch, “I love you, Wang Yi.”

At the comment, his body became stiff momentarily, but he leaned his head into your shoulder, allowing himself to indulge into your affection.

“How precious it is to be with trustworthy partners in our life,” you softly said.

Wang Yi opened his eyes, trustworthy—would you consider him trustworthy now? His tired eyes looked down again at the album—it had grown over the years with pictures of you and his daughter. Even though he had left to ensure that you and her would be protected, he failed.

He failed you, for not protecting you. 

He failed Nuonuo, for letting her down.

Unconsciously, he bit the corner of his lip, applying heavy pressure that droplets of crimson liquid fell onto the booklet. 

I believed that everything was a betrayal, even you and me. Goodbye dear, his body trembled as he hugged the photo album.

author note: my sister said that wang yi looked like lu guang (here wang yi took his place lol) so here we are. VEIN killed mc cuz she went back and saved nuonuo but bc she altered the timeline mc gotta go. last dialogue is from buck-tick’s song “My Funny Valentine” (big fan of vkei) + in this story he left them bc he was scared that they would discover about his family, similar to original but he kept in contact with the wife (had a slightly better relationship w/ daughter). i like lil johnny's dad more tbh ANYWAYS I GOT BENNETT’S SKIN im so happy he’s my fav since i was like 14, i might write genshin stories soon or mononoke/medicine seller. this so bad and cringe oml. Thanks for reading!

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A Star never found in the Moon sea

Implied Susabi!Reader/Phainon | Spoilers for Susabi and His SP’s Story + canon divergence

Image ascending to the village of Aedes Elysiae, as a gift from Titan of Destiny, Tsukuyomi. They have heard the many prayers from the concerned villagers, afraid of the Black Tide that would plague the innocence of their home. Once you ascended, villagers were surprised to see you: a young child; however, they were pleased to have a divine protector to assist with their homeland. It began with a vision: the village’s forest would be consumed by the Black Tide. Of course, people in fear avoided the area, afraid that they would become corrupted but as time passed—nothing occurred. Honestly, you felt a little ashamed, Tsukuyomi did not teach you to be wrong—you are their best prodigy, this would be an insult of sorts. But, villagers laughed, you are a child! Mistakes are bound to occur, you meant no ill.  Cyrene and her friend, Phainon, comforted you as they noticed your withdrawal, ensuring that perhaps it is another possibility in the future.

Often, when you were not instructed to view the future, you would spend your leisure time with them. Creating stories, chasing the white hair child around as Cyrene laughed at you two. One day, Cyrene questioned if destiny could be altered. It was a questioned that challenged your teacher’s ideology, Tsukuyomi said destiny is inevitable. 

As time passed, now you became a teenager, Phainon had left on his journey, and you stayed with your friend, Cyrene. Before his journey, you advise him: “A star will slowly lose its fuel and one day explode, the heat would radiate to other stars.” Cryptid to him, you hoped he would understand as he reached the end of his journey. Once he left, you saw another vision.

Aedes Elysiae would be consumed by the Black Tide. 

You called to the people, warning of the plague that would destroy the minds of everyone. However, villagers have called you a charlatan—with multiple failed visions, there is no way the divine child could get the predictions right! Impossible, the Titan of Destiny could not have sent such a failure. Whispers came from the villagers to return you Tsukuyomi, you must be a scoundrel, people agreed, for you only brought terror to the village. Cyrene rejected and attempted to save you from their grasp, but at last, they called to the divine Titan.

As the villagers stood there, waiting for the Titan to ascend—there came a wave of Black Tide. You could hear your master voice from afar, whispering that this is desecrating a divine gift. As you stood there, you clutched your hands together and prayed for the safety of everyone, despite their mistreatment near the end, you understood their frustration with you. 

It was there where your master retrieved you and brought you back to another land: Okhema. Weeping in sorrow over the people you failed to save, your master used it as a lesson: “The end of the world is Heaven's will. Those who oppose it will only be destroyed.”

The luminous moon shone, reflecting through narrow gaps from the room, you had completed some interrogation from Aglaea. As you fluttered your lashes, another vision came through, Phainon would arrive at his village, distraught over the corruption, arriving to the same land you are in.  The question that Cyrene asked years ago came in mind, in a silent vow you will ensure the Heaven’s will is not followed—Phainon’s destiny will be his, not dedicated by some mere legend. 

tsukuyomi’s line comes from sp susabi’s bio, changed it heaven tho. i wrote this with no plot, it was in a draft and wanted to clean it out, hope it was interesting. also does anyone play onmyoji? if so lets be friends (desperate)! i have lots of onmyoji x hsr/genshin ideas + wanted to try smt different. anyways have a nice day guys and hope you enjoy!

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Boundless Stars

importance: this is written without the knowledge of 3.3 story quest. phainon is flame reaver in this story.

Intertwined gently in his finger is a single blue hyacinth, accented with the sweet and aquatic aroma. He carefully preserved the sacred memento for years now; it was a reminder that he was more than a Chrysos Heirs—he was a human. Phainon leaned his head against the bumpy tree trunk and allowed the gentle breeze to ease his future worries. He heard you shuffle your body, he turned his gaze and watched as you turn to face the field of blue hyacinth; unfortunately, he could not see the expression you held.

“Do you know why I gifted you a blue hyacinth?” He hummed, so you continued: “Blue hyacinth means life.” Phainon’s hair softly danced among the wind as the flowers swayed with a low melody. There was a small pause, “I have dedicated most time with you—I know your loyalty no longer resides with me, but to the people in Okhema.. Yet, despite the raining and foggy days—I will pray for you, so the stars can guide your march to safety, carrying everyone’s hope.”

Phainon responded in silence—he was stunned. “I know.. During times like the black tide, there is no room for personal feelings,” he furrowed his brow momentarily before his expression softened, “But, I promise you that I will always return to you—no matter the circumstance.” He moved his body closer and gently clasped his hands on yours, he wanted you to see his determination—to know how much he means his declaration. 

He watched as you turned to face him—however, he could not make your face. It was blurry, and your face was hidden by your hair.

The wind blows strong. 

He blinked and noticed that all the hyacinth turned crimson and were wilting. In his hands was a red hyacinth—he blinked once again.

You are on the ground, multiple crimson flowers that leaks from your chest.

“..H.. Huh?” His vision trembled and his head felt scattered. He slowly fluttered his eyes but hastily opened them. The field of flowers was gone, replaced by multiple shelves that held many books. Scarlet liquid painted the ground, with paperwork and broken pieces of glass scattered alongside. His dominant hand carried a heavy weight, he quivered as he looked at the long sword—covered in blood.

Phainon was chagrined as he saw your deceased body.

“.. Ah,” he felt bilious.

All his memories came together. 

Right. He came here to save you.

—Yet, he failed. 

“... I .. failed.. My promise..”

Next cycle, he will ensure that his promise is fulfilled, regardless of the circumstance.

note: i borrowed a dialogue from “From All Time/Lovebrush Chronicles” again ...(*￣０￣)ノ.. i hope this makes sense, please let me know if it doesn't, conveying the story was more difficult than i thought (╬▔皿▔)╯i hope to release more stories since i am stressed and anxious over my university (my major was bio switched to criminology) and writing helps me cope. i'm debating to open request since i do need ideas. i have a twisted wonderful series i'm working on + i have a draft for anaxa i hope to publish it soon..! also would you guys enjoy fanfic with artwork? i want to post drawings to convey the story. feedback is appreciated, thanks for reading!

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Passage of Time

cw: blood drinking

Under the brilliant and radiant moon, there was an air of intimacy that surrounded the empty chambers. Alucard allowed a small grunt to escape his lips as he felt your fangs pierce deeper into his neck. Small droplets of red liquid poured down his smooth and fair skin while the aroma of metallic iron was masked by the rose petals covered in the ground. “Beautiful,” you softly muttered, “Your blood is akin to your beauty..”

He fluttered his eyes open and stared at your face. Alucard’s lips tugged a small smile, “Why, thank you. Your beauty is incomparable as well.” He watched as you smiled in response. 

As you adjusted Alucard’s button-shirt, he focused his attention on the illustration that you had commissioned months ago. It was of you sitting on a chair, holding your son as he stood next to you. It bore a similar resemblance to the artwork his own mother had requested many years ago when he was recently born. 

——To Alucard, it was a reminder that he no longer lived in solitude. 

He reached for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. Although he was a vampire, his human heritage had blessed him with the human warmth that his mother often had. “It is very warm when you are here,” you said. "I pray that our son may have the privilege to be warm as well..”

“He will,” he replied. Melancholy consumed his thoughts as he stared at you and ardently began: “The morning veil will rise while the night falls. Many moon cycles will come and go.. Time continues to pass, for it knows no bounds. I have known solitude for most of my life—yet with you.. I am able to savor the moment we share together, I have appreciated even the tiniest fraction of second. Time feels slower with you, no longer does it rush through..” He leaned in closer, he pressed his lips against yours. “Thank you for giving me the greatest gift..”

note: in this context, sucking blood is intimacy and the mc sucks vampire blood only. the dialogue is inspired by for all time, lu chen/alkaid’s specifically. i apologize for the lack of creativity, any ooc/inaccuracies/inconsistent plot (；´д｀）ゞ. i am a little fixated on castelvania i might write about belmont and others anyways, thank you for reading!

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Been having a bad brain rot about Star Wars and I’ve been thinking about this story I thought;

             『Anakin Skywalker / Doctor Strange!f!reader 』

          Imagine you’re basically Doctor Strange, you are in the midst of a battle with Darth Vader as he’s attempting to conquer your planet. It was a fierce battle considering you fought without the force and he did. But, being the master of Mystic Arts, you were capable of handling him. Or you thought lol. Because in the middle of the battle you were stabbed to death by his lightsaber. You were somewhat expecting this—as you had seen the other alternative universes before the battle so you expect different versions to play out—you used the Eye of Agamotto to reverse time slightly. Until you repeated this action constantly, to the point where you reversed time so much that in an act of desperation, you sent yourself years before Darth Vader was born. Now, knowing what’s to become of Anakin, you attempt to fix every single thing that would lead him to become Darth Vader. Without trying to get involved much of his life.

if i ever plan to do this, obi wan would be a love interest loI have a similar idea with Luke x a Peter Quill!reader (or maybe Gamora!reader) having a marvel and star wars moment RIP ALSO SORRY IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE IM JUST NOW GETTING INTO STAR WARS BUT I SWEAR IM TRYING :sob: anyways have a good day everyone!!

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Moonlight.

Lord Garmadon x LBD!f!reader

His soft and gentle masculine hands held your maiden hands. His lips tugged a soft smile when he saw your eyes twinkling at the brilliant and radiant moon.

“________,” he softly whispered your name as he turned around to face the vast ocean. The layers of waves reminded him of gentle brush strokes of yale-blue and prussian-blue colours. “The moonlight is so beautiful tonight..”

You: “..The wind is also very gentle.”

He placed his right arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you felt him share his warmth with you. He closed his eyes, and the scent of blossom-filled his nostrils. He snuggled closer to your body to warm himself.

............

... .. .........

“G.. mad..” He heard the muffled voice called out. “Lord Garmadon.” He snapped his eyes wide open, and he was greeted by your figure. You wore an elegant attire - a white cheongsam with blue bone-shaped buttons and a long black skirt that fell on the floor. “It seems that you are distracted from our conversation,” your voice was drowned with the whispers of other voices. Even then if he cut through the layers of tranquillity he would find nothing more but foul intent in your voice. “I will discuss with you after your rest, my lord.”

CLANK, CLANK

The sound of your shoe tapping against the brown ground as you walked outside of the tent echoed in his ears.. you didn’t wait for him to reply.

The flower he once cared for with love wilted and was possessed by someone else.. now cared with hatred.

..Only he was to blame.

______

Author Note—He once loved you and let you go. Filled with an empty heart, the Lady Bone Demon possessed your fragile heart, giving it a new meaning to creating a perfect world. It's been a while since I wrote and I decided that I love Garmadon sm, he is going to be my first post. Not my best work, hoping to do probably Rory from MBAV. Not edited