Warnings: Not anything to crazy, just one curse word! Perhaps some grammatical errors! ( Nothing too crazy since I've reread this story a few times! 😅
Released date: June 14th, 2022
My apologies for not posting in a very long time! 😅I've been through writer's block many times, and I thought maybe my style of writing wasn't for me. Since I've returned, I'm going to do my very best to try and stay consistent, since I now found a new motivation to write! I hope you guys can forgive me!❤️✋🏻
Please enjoy this short story I wrote for you all Nacht and Black Clover lovers!!
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“I have no idea how to address this letter. To be completely honest, I thought this was a stupid idea. Julius suggested that I write letters as a way to express my feelings in a healthy manner. To be honest, I thought he was joking at first. To write letters, but never send them, still sounds like a dumb idea. In a way maybe, having these letters will inflict more pain than what I already feel. They'll become a reminder that you’re gone. Julius still refuses to give me your whereabouts. If I was in my right mind, I'd agree with him. Whether I like it or not, I don’t think I'll ever be okay. I don’t know how I’m supposed to cope with the fact that you're gone. Not only did I lose you, but I lost Morgen as well. Why did you leave without saying goodbye? Did you think that perhaps leaving this way would be less painful for me? I don’t know what your thought process was at the time, but it did a shitty job. The night you left me in the rain, is engraved in my head. It lives in my memories and dreams. How am I supposed to move on when the person I love the most left me behind? I have the answer, I don’t. The day you left made me a new person. One I don’t recognize. I feel empty and incomplete. I know I’m in denial, but if I move on would that mean I'm ready to leave you behind? I can’t do that. Whenever I think about letting you go for good, tears begin to pour from my eyes. I can’t move on when my love for you is endless. I know it's pointless to write this down because I know you'll never see these letters, but I wish that somehow you might be able to feel this warmth and honesty. No matter what I do, at the end of the day, my heart still yearns for you.”
The girl placed the pen down on the table to pick up the letter she just wrote. Reading it back almost makes it seem like it will be delivered, even though that's not the case. It's like glimpse of hope that sparks and then disappears in an instant. This is why she felt these letters were a stupid idea. She stared at the view from her window and noticed the sun setting. She had spent so much time writing the letter that she’d forgotten about supper. She knew that if she didn't go downstairs now, Magna and Luck wouldn’t leave her anything to eat. The girl gently folded the letter and placed it inside the envelope, leaving it on her desk. She made her way out of the bedroom where she began to scream from the hallways that she’ll go on a murdering rampage if her squad mates didn’t save her any food.
“Nothing has changed with her,” Nacht said; who appeared from the shadows inside the girls room. He’d made sure to wait there until the girl left the room, as he didn’t want to cause her anymore distress. He said he’d only stop by for a moment just to check how she was doing, but seeing as the girl was so focused in what she was doing, intrigued him to stay longer. Nacht looked down at the enveloped that's sitting on top of her desk. He picked it up and saw that the letter was neither addressed nor sealed. He didn’t questioned it much at first, but then got this anxiety that the girl might be seeing someone else. He pulled the letter out of the envelope and began to read it. He read every sentence she’d written with tears pouring from his eyes.
He didn’t think that the girl still remembered him let alone loved him, but her letter proved that she still cared for him, that alone made him happy. However, that happiness would quickly fade as he felt footsteps coming in the direction of the girls bedroom door, which rushed him to put the letter back in the envelope and return to his shadows. When the girl arrived back in her room, Nacht noticed that she stopped by her desk and stared at the envelope. He thought that she might’ve known that he was here and that's why she’s staring at it so attentively, which caused him to worry. However; after a few moments, he saw the girl pick up the envelope once again and pull the letter out. Only this time she brought the letter back to her bed where she laid. Reading every single word over and over again until she fell asleep.
Before leaving, Nacht wanted to look at the girl one last time, as he didn’t know when he’ll return again. Seeing her peacefully sleeping, reminded him of the great times they’ve spent together. Times when him, the girl and Morgen were truly happy. As he stared at her sleeping figure with a lovingly and longing glances, he noticed there were a few tears in the girls eyes. As he gets closer to her face, he can also hear her talking in her sleep “ Don’t leave Nacht.” is all he can manage to make up from the mumbling. He moved up to the girls ear and whispered “One day, I’ll be able to return to you, for now, forgive me as I am a coward for not showing myself to you properly.” He planted a gentle kiss on her forehead and slowly removed the letter from her fingers grip.
Nacht looked at the girl for one last time before disappearing away in his shadows. That morning the girl woke up with tears in her eyes. She remembered having the same dream she always has, only this time the dream was different. Instead of Nacht leaving, he pulled the girl in for a hug and asked for her forgiveness. He promised that he’d return to her. Although it was just a dream, to the girl it felt so vividly real. As she steadily got a hold of her emotions, she noticed that the letter she fell asleep with was no longer in her grip. She looked everywhere for it thinking she might have misplaced it.
Only to her surprise, the letter had completely disappeared. The girl sighed in defeat, as her letter was gone. She sat back on the chair that was by her desk, grabbed her paper and pen, and began writing another one. She kept writing letters when she couldn’t handle the pain and she did this for almost a decade. During that time a lot happened, especially the battle that was bound to happen between The Spade and The Clover Kingdom. When Nacht did return he scolded The Black Bulls members for being weak and that if they want to save Yami, they need to get stronger. She ignored the arrogant man as he is someone she no longer recognized. The girl headed back to her bedroom and sat on her desk to write another letter. At this point, writing was something she did therapeutically. That's how she’s been able to let go of certain pains. When she heard a knock on her door, she expected it to be Finral, but to her surprise, it was the Vice-Captain of The Black Bulls. The girl was about to close the door on Nacht, but he quickly spoke and said, “ I believe this is yours.” She slowly opened the door and only poked her head out to find Nacht holding an old piece of paper. She then took it from Nacht and read it. While reading the paper, the girl realized that it was in fact the first letter she had ever written. She looked at the man who gave her a warm smile. “I promised you, I would one day return.” She thought that those words were only part of her dreams when in reality Nacht was in her room the night when she had that dream. Tears began to pour from her eyes as she said, “What took you so long!?”
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I hope you guys enjoy this story! I enjoyed having the motivation to write again! until next, Stay Hydrated!!!
The sentence was a relief, to say the least. Since stepping into the winter palace, Inquisitor Ellana Mahariel was subjected to the best (and worst) of Orlesian nobility; from double-edged compliments to whispering servants, to even an assassin existing among them, she was more than done with the night and the court's machinations.
After exposing Grand Duchess Florianne as the would-be assassin and condemning Gaspard to death for his treasonous behavior, the court rejoiced over the civil war finally coming to an end and their empress safe and sound. The band resumed playing with a new gusto and the dance floor was quickly filled with nobles wishing to express their joy with waltzing. It was all so silly to Ellana (who lived in “barely civilized” parts of Thedas all her life, according to a certain Madame de Fer), but she didn’t have the energy to really care anymore. All she wanted was a moment of solitude where no Orlesians were bothering her with hollow praises and favor requests.
Ellana found this solitude on an empty balcony connected to the ballroom. The area was lit up by the bright light of the full moon ahead, allowing the Inquisitor to see clearly. Once she reached the railing she all but threw herself forward, finally taking some weight off her aching feet and relaxing her shoulders. She would certainly beg Josephine to get her some bath salts later, but for now, the balcony was a godsend. She was finally alone with her thoughts.
“Ahem.”
Or perhaps not.
Ellana turned her head to see a dark figure in her peripheral growing closer. It only took a few more steps for her to realize it was the Empress’s arcane advisor Morrigan approaching her. Morrigan was one of the most intriguing characters Ellana has met since she began working with the Inquisition. She was mysterious, beautiful, and her voice was enough to make Ellana’s heart race. Had Ellana not already been a spoken-for woman, she would surely spend her time secretly pining after the witch.
“Lady Morrigan.” Ellana greeted the woman with a polite smile and nod. “How wonderful it is to make your acquaintance again.”
Morrigan smirked at the elf’s greeting. “The Orlesian nobility make drunken toasts to your victory, and yet you are not present to hear them?” She asks, head tilting to the side curiously. “Do you tire so quickly of their congratulations, Inquisitor? ‘Tis most fickle, after all your efforts on their behalf.”
Ellana, who at one point would have defended her exhaustion and quickly rejoin the party, only chuckled lightly to herself. “I would have stayed, but the punch ran dry. Rather scandalous for an Orlesian affair, don’t you think?”
Morrigan laughed as she adjusted her gloves. “Indeed? Let us see if you take this piece of news as poorly.” This made Ellana frown in confusion. “By imperial decree,” Morrigan continued. “I have been named liaison to the Inquisition. Celene wished to offer any and all aid- including mine. Congratulations.”
Ellana’s eyes widened. Celene was ordering Morrigan to join the Inquisition? This was the last thing she was expecting. While Ellana not only stopped Celene’s murder but also exposed Gaspard’s treason and reconciled her with Briala, she was only expecting verbal sworn loyalty to the organization and the manpower to stop Corypheus. But Morrigan? A trusted personal advisor? Celene must really believe in the Inquisition to do something like this.
“We will be lucky to have you, Morrigan,” Ellana responded, seeming more lively than she was moments prior.
“A most gracious response!” Morrigan said, sounding almost surprised before her tone returned to its originally reserved tone. “Very well. I shall see you at Skyhold, Lady Inquisitor.”
With a nod, the witch turned and exited the balcony. Ellana watched Morrigan pass the threshold back into the balcony just as a certain black-haired man appeared.
Josephine had been very against the idea of Garrett attending the masquerade with the Inquisition, but the Champion of Kirkwall was just as insistent. While he had never been to court, he knew that it was dangerous. He didn’t care how self-sufficient his lover was, he was going to be there at her side. “Corypheus is my responsibility” had been Garrett’s reasoning behind his joining, but it was starting to become more than that. Whispers through the barracks are implying that the Champion’s intentions are far more personal, and the idea of him and the Lady Inquisitor being more than allies at war was starting to become a favorite rumor throughout Skyhold.
If only they knew how right they were.
“Well, well,” Garrett hummed, crossing the balcony to Ellana’s side. “It would seem the powerful and beautiful Lady Inquisitor has come to save the day yet again.”
Ellana scoffed, shaking her head with a smile. “Aren’t my actions tonight enough to spare me from your teasing?”
“Teasing?” Garrett said in mock exasperation, pressing a hand to his chest. “My Lady Inquisitor! I was merely singing your praises like every other noble in the ballroom! How could you be so calloused?”
Ellana rolled her eyes. “I see. Please do forgive me then, dear Champion. I have tirelessly worked all night saving the Empress from an assassination that would have left this great nation vulnerable to the wicked Elder One.”
Garrett, pleased that his lover was playing along, continued. “Seeing that your effort not only saved the Empress but also her lady love, I shall relinquish my earlier objection. You see, I am deeply envious of you, Your Worship.”
Ellana raised an eyebrow. “Are you? Please, do tell.”
“Yes, it is true. I have saved a hundred people in Kirkwall from assassination plots and none of them- not a single one of them - celebrated my efforts the way you are being celebrated tonight! I do not believe it is fair, and I will not stand for it any longer!”
“Garrett,” Ellana spoke his name in a deadpan tone. “If you speak any louder, I’m sure the Empress can see you celebrated for all your efforts back in Kirkwall.”
The champion paused before relenting then and there with a sigh of defeat. “Fine, I give in. You are not in the mood for my theatrics.”
“Not tonight, no.” Ellana leaned onto the railing, putting her weight on the bent elbow resting there.
A silence settled over the two of them. It wasn’t the awkward silence of two strangers trying to make conversation, but the comfortable silence of two people basking in each other’s presence. The night had been full of anxiety, stress, fear, frustration, and exhaustion. Every two-faced compliment from the Orlesians was a strain on Ellana’s patience, and every disregard for the danger ahead made her want to scream. How could people be so aware of what is happening, but act so blind to it? Why must it all be seen as a game? What was the point? Some unfulfilling grasp for political power that can just as easily be taken from you? It was something Ellana would never understand.
“Hey,” The resurgence of Garrett’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “I know I jest about everything, but I really was worried about you tonight. When you slipped into the servant’s quarters without me… And then the Venatori in the gardens… I know you are very capable of defending yourself, but I can’t help but think that…”
Ellana’s eyes softened when she gazed upon Garrett. Sarcasm and jokes were just a mask to hide the vulnerable man he truly was. Life hadn’t been too kind to him (to either of them, really) and he had lost those closest to him in quick succession. There were moments when it seemed that Ellana and Varric were the only two he had left in this world. Garrett was deeply loyal to the woman he loved and his most loyal friend, going as far as to put his life on the line for them (as much as they beg him not to). It was that loyalty that makes Ellana’s heart ache. The last thing she wanted was for him to put himself in fatal danger in the name of blind loyalty to her, a thought that was rather hypocritical since she would turn around and do the same in an instant.
Ellana covered one of Garrett’s hands with her own, squeezing it. “I am alright, Vhenan . Just tired. The mission was a success. The Empress is saved. Corypheus will not take Orlais and has lost Florianne. We should be celebrating.”
Garrett gazed back at her, brown eyes searching her blue ones for any sign of falsehood in her words. All he could see was tired relief. He sighed through his nose before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her forehead, an act Ellana welcomed happily.
Their moment of close silence was interrupted by the sound of cheers and applause from the ballroom. Garrett glanced back toward the noise for a moment before suddenly pushing himself from the railing, causing Ellana to watch him curiously. After taking a couple of steps back, Garrett did something she wasn’t expecting: he extended his hand.
“Dance with me.”
Ellana blinked. “What?”
“Dance with me,” Garrett repeated. “Please, before the band stops.”
“Why?”
“You said it yourself. We should be celebrating. This is how I want to celebrate.”
Ellana stared at Garrett with his hand still extended toward her for a few more moments before finally pushing herself from the railing and taking his hand with a soft smile.
“It’s been a long time since we last danced.” She mused, placing her opposite hand on Garrett’s shoulder as he places a secure hand on her lower back.
“And I assure you, when this is all over,” Garrett pauses before lightly pressing his hand into Ellana’s back to begin their waltz. “We will dance some more.”
Commander Cullen Rutherford begs himself to get a fucking grip. The war table sprawls before him, mid-afternoon sun descending quick and cold behind snow kissed mountaintops. It leaves a chill in the air, something brisk and soulless to compliment the shadows gathering in the corners of the room.
The aforementioned table has not yet spoken any magical words of wisdom, nor has it moved any of his pieces to show him where best to place the newest wave of ready recruits. Tapered candles burn slow and languid in their sconces, yet they've been lit long enough that they resemble mere stubs now, instead of the tall towers they once were.
They resembled pale shadows of themselves, much like the lot of you, still staring at the map, still glancing at one another in the flickering flames hoping something else comes to mind before this session is adjourned. Anything, Cullen wishes, but another moment of this.
You've been here most of the day, and Maker, does it show in the tired eyes of those gathered 'round. That hasn't stopped his mind from wandering throughout the day however, eyes all but fixed on you, regardless of the task at hand. He lingers on the way your mouth pulls into a tired smile at something Leliana has said, though all Cullen hears is your laugh, sparkling through the room in an echo that warms the cold mountain chill from his bones.
Andraste have mercy.
He finds himself wrapping one hand tightly around the pommel of the ever present sword gilding his hip, while the other clings to the edge of the scuffed wooden table. With leather gloves adorning his hands, no one will notice the tightness with which he clings to his chosen anchors. No doubt were his knuckles white with the strain. With the force. Yet, as much as he would hope, in this moment, that no one could tell how he longs to reach for you, gilded golden, holy, divine, always so, so wretchedly beautiful - he knows Leliana is no fool. Nor are you, for that matter. The slight tremble in his hands can be hidden, but his eyes will always betray him.
He clears his throat, stumbling over his breath when you catch him staring from across the room. His name falls softly through your lips, sounding ever more like a hymn, even with the laziness of sleep weaving through your voice.
You coming?
The steel of the sword bites through his glove as he nods and follows you through the heavy door. Without thinking, his other hand lifts to graze along your lower back, guiding you while he trails behind. He returns your smile, hesitant, too wrapped up in the way you're looking at him, much as he thinks he's been fawning over you all day. Ridiculous, he insists. There's absolutely no way - you're his - the - Inquisitor, and he's sure that -
He feels your hand slip into his. It takes him a moment, to realize what you've done. To realize what you're telling him. It's jarring, the realization that he doesnt know anything, actually. Except, if Commander Cullen Rutherford knows anything at all, it's how much he's been dying to curl his fingers around yours and press a soft kiss to your knuckles.
So when he walks you to your quarters for the night, that's exactly what he does.
I HC Gale, who is the canon cook in the party, and also the condition with the magic items, has sharing food as a love language. How would that develop with Zilvera? Considering I can see her at the first days with the new team trying to eat the least possible from other people's cooking in fear of being posioned, hence being the fact that at some point eats Gale's food without at least checking it first and maybe even asking for seconds as a signal of full trust.
"You must know, our relationship is the brightest spot in our otherwise bleak endeavour."
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Hi anon! thanks for the ask, and I HC the same! 💜🙌
I placed this moment not long after Elminster's first visit. They just got into the cursed land, before Act 2 scene. It's the time I HC Gale's heart had been heavier with every moment when all they saw was one horror following another. He was painfully pondering if Mystra's demand was necessary.
I also have quite a few HCs around this topic <3!
So Zilvera has several layers of strategies to avoid being poisoned:
A special set of utensils, plates, and bowls that would react and reveal most types of poison
Eating small amounts, at irregular times, and in irregular quantities
Consciously consuming poison to build immunity
Studying whenever she has the time
Never talking about her strategies—but Gale had figured it out since his eyes always wandering back to her.
And Cooking:
Zilvera doesn't cook. 1) She finds it troublesome, 2) is not picky about food, 3) has no interest, and 4) thinks it's a servant's job.
Gale's cooking and seasoning unconsciously aim to please Zilvera. Later on, he basically cooks to suit her tastes.
Zilvera can eat the same thing repeatedly. Gale absolutely cannot, he needs variations.
Much later, when they live together, they agree that if Zilvera upset Gale, she has to cook whatever he requests. (He usually order seafood just to see her frown. My HC romanced Gale is a terrible tease XD)
Could I request headcanons for Gale, Wyll, Halsin, and Astarion finding out their f!s/o has suicidal thoughts please?
hi thank you for requesting again ❤️ also sorry for the late post, i have a lot of family events and weddings lolz. also while writing this i couldn’t help but do ascended astarion as well 😭
｡˚ explicit content :: thoughts of suicide ofc, attempted suicide, mentions of abuse
ʚ astarion:
spawn:
he first found out the night you had sex with him at the tiefling party. astarion was different back then. he thought you a fool first for letting him take you under the stars, and now an even bigger one for confiding such dark thoughts to him. the two of you barely knew each other, so he did not care about how you were feeling
and then as the journey went on and he found himself risking his life for you on more than one occasion, he tried to deny his feelings. but you were so magnetic, and all of a sudden the nights felt lonely without you by his side
after proclaiming how much he cares for you and wants this relationship to go further, he invited you to spend the night with him in his tent. now the nights didn’t feel lonely anymore as you slept beside him
finally after reaching baldur’s gate and killing cazador, astarion invited you to visit his grave. the evening was peaceful as he said goodbye to an elf and hello to a new beginning as a vampire. he wanted the night to go on a little further but watched as a sour expression formed on your face as you declined the invitation to have sex with him. you would rather go to bed
the next few nights you were distant. astarion did not understand why until he finally got fed up and asked if you were mad at him. he could see the tears rolling down your cheeks as you confessed to him that you wanted to break up. it wasn’t him, you added, it was you
yet the breakup did not make things easier for you, it instead made it worse. he sees you go off to bed without a dinner and wounded arms. you do not speak to anybody. you are the leader of this group and yet you are silent during the job so astarion often is the one guiding the party around the city and making the decisions
the night after killing orin, he decided to stay awake and watch the camp. he was an elf for he did not need any sleep, but he saw you sneak away from your tent with a bottle in your hand. astarion decided to follow you to the river. he made sure to stay silent and at a safe distance, and once you got to a familiar spot, you sat down on the sand and started crying
you drank the whole bottle as fast as you could and then smashed it into the ground. you stood up and headed for the river with open arms, anticipating the cold waters. astarion stopped you before you could take another step
“what are you doing?!” he yelled, grabbing you. “you do not know how to swim, you idiot!”
you confessed to him that you were doing it on purpose. that you had no will left to live. fuck this tadpole and save faerûn. fuck everything in this world. you were hoping that he would hate you when you broke up with him so your death wouldn’t be that upsetting. the gods have not once given you a blessing in life, and now they have doomed you to the hells
astarion tells you that the two of you have been through everything together. have you not once loved him? have you not thought of him as a blessing? because you are everything to him, and losing you meant losing himself all over again. he wants to help you get through this even though it might be the toughest thing to do. at least he is with you
you expect him to make a joke but he doesn’t. you cry in his arms and hug him tightly, appreciating his kind words
ascended:
after completing the ritual, astarion completely changed. it threw you off more than you wanted it to and hoped that it was just a temporary effect of gaining so much power
but after saving baldur’s gate and all of faerûn from the grand design, and after moving in with astarion into his new palace, he never changed. it instead grew worse
months of his abuse and controlling behavior went by. you were not allowed to be who you are anymore. everything you knew had been stripped away from you, and now the man who you once thought saved you from wanting to end it all made those thoughts reappear again
you sat at your vanity crying as a servant did your hair for the ball happening that night. astarion entered the bedroom and told the servant to leave. he forced you to stand up and look at him, and you recoiled when he touched your chin
“is something the matter, my darling?”
you told him without being able to look him in the eyes. you told him you wanted to die. you hated him and would rather kill yourself than have him touch you. you cry and cry as you spill your broken heart out onto the floor, but astarion only laughs and tells you that you will do no such thing. you are a vampire now, living eternally with him. he will not allow you to end your own life
after all, you are his dear consort
ʚ gale:
gale always found it interesting how the light in your eyes always shifted. you were always thinking about something, whether good things or not. he never pried too much into it because he respected your privacy as much as you respected his. but he has poured his heart out many times to you, yet you always seemed closed off. he felt he knew so much about you, yet nothing at all
you have always thrown yourself into the toughest of battles without any thought. shadowheart always spent the most time healing you because of your rash decisions. it was like you were not scared of the danger, yet somehow you lived through it each time
gale asked you about it and you told him a simple answer: you hated evil. you would sacrifice your life to save faerûn. it was your home. he thought you brave, but again saw that shift of light in your eyes disappear. he asked what was wrong immediately, and you hesitantly admitted to him that life had not been so kind to you until you met him. and although this journey to baldur’s gate has been rough and helps take your mind off things, the past still haunts you. gale asks what haunts you, and you only kiss him goodnight
after arriving at baldur’s gate, gale takes you to a nice clearing in the woods to have a little alone time. you watched his small magic shows and the stars, but as time passed on and your laughter died down, there gale saw a sad girl
“whatever troubles you, we can get through it together. i promise you…”
and then you broke down in tears. you confessed to gale that a curse has been bestowed upon you ever since you were a young child. the date of your death grows near, and in one year you will take your final breath and lay to rest forever. you have known this your whole life and each year has not made it easier. you do not care if you die. you would meet death soon anyway. and every day you imagine what a sweet death tastes like if you were not met with the sharp side of the blade
gale pulled you into a hug and held you close. he did not know what to say. it was a horrible curse—a terrible one. he promises you that he will help you escape this fate. look at how far you have gotten in this journey in such a short amount of time. preventing your death is a small hurdle you both can jump over. he is determined to help you
ʚ halsin:
halsin has been the first druid for as long as you can remember. he was your idol, your guide, and your closest friend. admittedly, you wanted it to be more. you have loved halsin for years. all you wished for was to be by his side until the sun rose in the west and set in the east. but you were too afraid to admit your feelings for him. you thought yourself unfitting
after learning about the news of him getting captured by the goblins, you reassured yourself that he has not been killed. halsin was smart and the grove flourishes because of him. you would know when something bad had happened. you would be able to feel it in the earth. no flowers have died yet, and so you prayed to the oak father to keep your archdruid alive
though kagha never liked you. she thought of you as too naive and young. you did not know the ways of the oak father, in her mind. you were just a burden and halsin only allowed you to stay because he was too merciful. and now that she was acting as a first druid, it was taking everything within you to convince her to let you stay. but she cast you out without a second thought, banned from all groves of silvanus
you left the grove with a heart so heavy you had to drag yourself. you decided to go west to baldur’s gate, hoping to find a place there. but then you stumbled upon the shadowlands, the very place halsin had told you many stories about. you had only a torch with you and prayers, yet that did not last very long. you ran through the dark hoping to find a safe place to hide, and you found an abandoned home with a door and windows still intact
you hid there for the next few days. the shadows grew thicker in some areas, and you had to hide yourself many times from passing cult members of the absolute. your stomach growled and your mouth grew dry. each day was agonizing, and on the third, with one last drop of water, you prayed to the oak father that somebody would kill you. to take you out of your misery. you have been banished from all groves and lost halsin. why bother going on?
you awoke to somebody jolting you awake. your eyes were too heavy to keep open, yet a familiar voice kept yelling your name. you managed to mutter a weak “leave me” before falling back asleep. you wake up again to find yourself getting carried to a light in a pair of strong arms. one last time, you woke up in a comfortable bed with light surrounding you. a cup of water was laid out beside you, and you reached over to drink it. the woman beside you took your glass and left to fill it up some more
you sat up in bed, wondering who saved you and why. you were ready to embrace the oak father. they have wasted their time and resources on you. you have no will to live on anymore
then halsin entered the room with the woman. you cried when you saw him, and he quickly hugged you. he kissed the top of your head and called you his sweet girl, and it eased the sorrow in your heart
he told you he had found you while looking for supplies with his companions and was shocked to find you here in the shadowlands. you told him that after he had left you were in such disarray, and kagha had then exiled you leaving you to fend for yourself. then you found yourself in the shadowlands ready to die. you could not live without him or the grove. he was all you wanted and needed
he kissed you again, this time on the lips to soothe you. you gripped onto him tightly, still crying
“oak father preserve you, child. still, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. you are mine and nature’s until that changes. i understand why you would think such hurtful thoughts, but i am here now, and we will make things right again. you will never have to face such fear again. you will never be on death’s door again. for now i have come back to you, and will protect you until the sun rises in the west…”
you kiss halsin one more time
ʚ wyll:
you have known wyll ever since you were children. although he was noble-born and you were just helping your father around the grand manor he lived in, you both became great friends
your father and wyll’s father joked to each other that you both would end up married in the near future. it was obvious how much you loved each other. and once you both reached the age of 17, you started dating
but that is when wyll was exiled from baldur’s gate for reasons unknown to you. around the same time wyll left, your father had been murdered and a funeral procession was on the way. ulder took you in as his own and grieved with you. you loved your father dearly even though he was secretly a part of the cult of the dragon. evil, yes, but he was the only family you had
after years passed and you heard no news from wyll, gortash was going to be named the archduke of baldur’s gate. you attended the ceremony with ulder who acted weirdly, but you tried to think nothing of it. you spotted wyll entering the room with devil horns and stopping the ceremony, along with a few other companions. you almost cried if it weren’t for the shock running through your body
after the ceremony, you ran to wyll and embraced him. you loved him dearly so and headed back to his camp to learn of everything that had happened. there, he told you everything. from the day his father left for elturel to this moment. yet your mind was fuzzy at the beginning of his story
wyll had unknowingly killed your father during the battle. and it tore you apart
immediately you excused yourself from the camp and headed back home. for days you threw up and ripped your hair. the love of your life had killed your father and sold his soul to the devil. he felt like a different man and yet he was still the same. you loved your father though, so, so much. and wyll killed him
you never talked to wyll again. you stopped eating and kept yourself in your bedroom. and after baldur’s gate had been saved from the mind flayers and wyll returned home, you refused to see him. you would rather die than speak to him
yet he managed to get you at a perfect time. he locked you in your bedroom with him in front of the door, forcing you to finally face him. you cried and you screamed, telling him how much you wanted to kill yourself to meet your father again. the father he took from you. you would rather die than speak to the devil
wyll retaliated though. he understood how much grief you were going through but he made the right choice
“you must understand me, my love! i loved your father like he was my own. but if you were to have heard the roaring thunder and seen a head of tiamat, you too would have wanted to stop it. i did what was right and you know that. i beg of you to understand my situation. your father was an evil man, and yes he loved you so much, but he was willing to bring back dragons than see his own daughter alive and well in faerûn.”
wyll professed his love to you and told you that he will help you get through this grief and suffering. you had endured it for long enough. you broke down in tears and cried on your bed. his words were both comforting and not. the thought of your father not loving you enough made you want to meet him in whatever realm he was in and beat the shit out of him. but as wyll rubbed your back soothingly, you decided that living for the only family you had left was what was right
warnings : mentions of nsfw, mentions of death, slight angst
word count : 2.k
Authors note : I have a problem with commas, despite being a straight A student in my English classes, I still forget where I should and should not put a comma so please don’t mind if they’re in the wrong spot.
You met Kite when you were quite young. You were thrown out on the streets at an early age and had just been caught stealing. They would’ve beaten you if Kite hadn’t saved you, swooping down from the rooftops and distracting them.
“GO!” the boy in blue yelled. He looked a few years older with long, snowy white hair that went down to his waist and a cap that helped cover his eyes. That’s all you saw about him though, as you quickly turned and followed his order. The mysterious boy followed, eventually passing you as you both ran from the townsfolk.
You stopped a ways away, breathing heavily. “T-Thank you. My name is Y/n.”
The boy glanced down, seeming hesitant to tell you who he was. After a bit of catching your breaths, however, he spoke up, “Kite. My name is Kite.” He continued to observe you before giving you an offer, “Would you…like to come stay with me? You don’t seem very good at being able to live on the streets.”
Your eyes sparkled, “Really? You’d let me? I was thrown out not too long ago…so I don’t know much.”
Kite nodded, motioning for you to follow him. You walked for a while before coming up to an opening. Upon entering, you noticed it was a sewer, which didn’t seem to be that bad. After a few more turns, you came to a dead end where two or three animals were laying around a small spot on the floor with some dirty blankets piled up.
A grin broke out onto your face, “This is so cool!” In return, Kite himself gave you a small smile.
“This is where I stay and now that you’ll be staying too, no one can know about this place alright? From now on it’s just you and me.”
You looked up at your savior and smiled a big, bright smile, “Me and you!”
—-
After a few years of living together, someone was waiting for you and Kite when you got back from getting food that day. The man introduced himself as Ging Freecss, a pro hunter. Kite had started pestering the man to teach him to be one, and after a while you did too. Ging eventually agreed, although you weren’t his “Official” students or anything. Soon, it was time for you to take the hunter exam.
“I’m so nervous, Kite!”
Said boy rolled his eyes at you, “It’ll be fine Y/n. We were trained by one of the best hunters in the world. We got this.” Kite stopped walking when he noticed you weren’t following, stepping back to stand next to you again.
“I know, it’s just…what if you pass and I don’t? I don’t…I don’t wanna be left behind.” Your voice wavered as you looked down to hide the tears that were forming. “I feel like I just found you and I don’t wanna lose you.”
A hand came down on your shoulder, “You won’t lose me.” Before you knew it you were pulled into a warm, brief hug. Looking up, you saw Kite give you a confident smile, “It’s you and me, remember?”
You nodded, smiling back at your best friend, “Me and you.”
—-
You both, not surprisingly, passed the exam with flying colors. You were very excited to relax and celebrate a little, but your mentor had different ideas. Your and Kite’s next “official” hunter task was to find Ging. He gave the two of you his hunter’s license and set off to go “hide”.
“Find one of the world’s best hunters? Is he insane?!” You were, to put it simply, not happy. You and Kite had just passed the hunter exam, which took a month or two, and now you were being forced to play hide and seek? Seriously?
“We’ll find him, Y/n.” Kite was rummaging through your guys’ stuff, getting ready for the hard journey ahead of you.
“We will? In case you haven’t realized, he’s literally-”
“One of the best hunters in the world. Yes, I know. Which is exactly why we’re gonna find him.” He stood, walking over to grab your hand, “You and me.”
You sighed, but smiled nonetheless, “Me and you.”
—-
After a few months of hard work and sleepless nights, you and Kite had located Ging. The trip wasn’t in vain as you’d thought it’d be, as you had met a lot of friends along the way. There wasn’t anything you really needed to do after hunting down your former mentor, so the two of you finally had time to relax and celebrate how far you’d gotten.
“Well Kite, you were right. We did it.” You were impressed with yourself, even more so with Kite. You never thought as a kid this is where you’d be, but you weren’t complaining.
“Y/n.”
You blinked, looking over at Kite in confusion at his sudden serious tone. “Kite?”
He stood to his full height, walking over to you and holding his hand out. As soon as you grabbed it, Kite pulled you in close, to the point where you could feel his breath fanning on your face. “Y/n…I never thought I’d have someone to care about until you came along. These past years have been amazing to say the least so…I uh…would you be my girlfriend?”
You stared at him in shock, noting his pink tinted cheeks and downcast eyes. He was just about to pull away from you when you grabbed the sides of his face, “Kite…” His eyes shot up to yours and you smiled, tearing up slightly. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”
Kite’s eyes widened, before he brought you into a kiss. It was kinda messy and definitely inexperienced, but you loved it. This is what you’ve wanted for years, although much to your dismay, he pulled away and leaned in to rest his forehead on yours.
“You and me.” He nuzzled your noses together, going in to brush his lips against yours.
You brought him in for another kiss, “Me and you.”
—-
The night Kite made love to you was beautiful. The area was surrounded by trees with a crystal clear pond in the middle, sparkling due to the starry sky. It was unlike anything you’d ever experienced.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Carding your hands through his long hair, you smiled, “I’ve never wanted anything more than this.” The pure love that shone through the smile Kite gave you was heart melting. He gently pushed you backwards, laying you down on the soft forest floor.
Kite leaned in, brushing his lips against yours, looking in your eyes with an abundance of emotion. His touch was soft, gentle as the two of you undressed each other in the light of the moon. It gave the impression that Kite was glowing, his beautiful white hair and pale skin sparkling in an ethereal way.
“You and me.” Kite’s gaze was intense, something you wanted to get closer to and shy away from at the same time. The way he was making sure you really wanted this almost brought tears to your eyes.
You’ve never loved anyone more than you loved the man on top of you. “Me and you.”
—-
You and Kite had really always been together, you couldn’t even remember the days before you met him anymore. So while this didn’t come as a surprise to anyone that knew the two of you, it still made you shocked and overjoyed.
“Y/n,”
You’re heart rate accelerated at nearly an alarming speed.
“We have been together for as long as I can remember and it’s always been the two of us. Maybe that’s why this won’t mean anything to a lot of people but it means something to me. So would you, Y/n L/n,” Kite looked up from his position on the ground, pulling out a glittering silver band, “Marry me?”
You couldn’t fight the smile that overtook your face, immediately dropping down to be eye level with your Fiance. “Yes!” You weren’t able to say anything else as Kite basically launched himself into your embrace, the two of you falling to the ground while laughing happily.
Kite pulled himself off of you, “I know it’s not much but…” he flashed the inside of the ring to you. Engraved on the side was ‘You and me, Me and you.’
Tears sprang, and you choked out a laugh. “Kite, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you laughed, whether in disbelief that you had gotten so lucky or in pure joy you couldn’t decide.
He pulled back, grabbing your left hand and sliding the ring on. “I was gonna wear mine but I figured you would want to put it on me.” Kite pulled out an exact copy of yours, engraving and all, just a little bigger. “You and me.”
Your face was starting to hurt from all the smiling you were doing as you gently took his ring and put it on his left hand. “Me and you.”
—-
Tragedies are a given in life, you just weren’t expecting one to happen so soon. The Chimera Ant came out of nowhere, Kite taking the blow as he tried to protect the three of you. Your entire world had stopped and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.
The single, torn off arm laying on the grass would haunt you for the rest of your life. Time slowed as you looked back to Kite and the thing standing next to him. Anger and blood lust engulfed you, both your and Gon’s nen spiking in rage.
Killua knocked Gon clean out, which made you falter in your movements.
“A wise decision Killua,”
your eyes snapped to Kite,
“Now take Gon and get outta here!”
Killua turned and ran but you stayed rooted to the floor as Kite summoned crazy slots. You couldn’t leave Kite, you wouldn’t. However when his gaze locked onto yours, you swear you heard him say something.
“You and me.”
You choked on the air you were breathing as tears started running down your face, shaking your head violently. Number 2 was picked and his scythe materialized. His eyes told what more he couldn’t say and you felt your heart shatter.
“Me and you.” You turned and ran, sobbing as you quickly caught up with Killua and grabbed both him and Gon. You didn’t let go of the boys or stop running until you reached the checkpoint entry of the NGL.
After a few hunters arrived, you set off without a word, going back to the spot you had regrettably left Kite. When you arrived, nothing was there. Not even his arm. That gave you a shred of hope but the dread in your stomach wouldn’t disappear, even as you screamed out in pure despair, “KITE!”
—-
You, Gon, and Killua were taken to the place they were holding Kite. Shoot and Knuckle had found him a couple days ago, however, the three of you had to wait and were watched to determine if you could handle seeing him. Shoot released Kite from his nen cage and Gon was the first one to walk forward, getting slapped around by what looked like Kite but you knew it really wasn’t.
Gon had left the room, his promise of fixing the man in front of you lingering in the air. It felt like you were paralyzed, stuck having to watch the man you loved stumble around like a puppet.
“Y/n…”
“Leave.”
“But-”
“I said LEAVE!”
Everyone filed out of the room at your request and as soon as the door shut, you broke down into sobs. What did they do to your love? You glanced up at Kite, pondering how you could get close to him without making him attack you.
“Kite…” you forced your nen to grab a hold of him and walked forward. “Kite.”
He started thrashing, growling at you but unable to move as your nen kept him in place. With the way he was now, you were at eye level as you reached your arms up and wrapped them around his neck. Miraculously, he stopped trying to attack as you nuzzled your cheek against his.
“I swear, I will help Gon fix you. We still haven’t gotten married, you know. You’re…you’re still too young to go, we have our whole lives ahead of us.” You pulled away, grabbing his face, “We will fix you. I will fix you.” Leaning up, you kissed his forehead and backed away.
Kite started thrashing around once more as you headed toward the door.
“You and me, Me and you.” you released your nen and shut the door, hearing Kite trying to knock it down. You would fix him. Even if it killed you.
—-
It felt like years, but really it had only been around 30 minutes. You and Gon were running towards the place Kite was being held, with Pitou running in between. Again, it felt like years before you reached the large building and made your way down to Kite. What happened next made you wish you never came at all.
“This man…This man is dead. He died in our fight.”
There was a sharp ringing sound in your ears, and your throat closed up on its own. You watched as Kite swayed from side to side before falling to the ground face first. You heard a scream and perhaps it was yours but you paid no mind as everything started to blur. Not long after, Gon dropped to the floor.
“Kite is…dead?”
You nearly dropped as well, stumbling towards your lover and pulling him in your arms. There were no sounds as you sat with Kite draping over your lap, his head resting on your chest. Your body could not even produce the means to sob and cry out, everything was just numb. You didn’t notice when Gon and Pitou left, you stayed rooted to your spot on the floor while subconsciously rocking Kite back and forth with your body.
“Kite…it was supposed to be Me and you, remember?”
—-
When Morel busted through your hospital room, saying that Kite was alive you thought you’d finally gone crazy. After his explanation though, you realized that you hadn’t lost Kite after all, even if he was in a girl’s body now. So after Gon recovered, you followed along with him to where Kite was staying.
Gon motioned for you to go visit Kite first, so you let Spinner lead you to the room where he was in.
“Kite? Someone’s here to see you.”
“Send them in.” His voice was higher than it had been, but still kept the rich sounding tone.
You quietly walked in, noting his back was turned toward you. He stood, maybe too soon for your liking, and turned.
Kite now had pinkish red hair, with purple eyes and freckles. He was also…shorter? Your lips curled up, a small laugh coming from you.
“What’s so funny, Y/n?”
You faltered at the mention of your name, finally looking into Kite’s eyes. “I’m taller now.”
That made his lips curl up as well, “That’s what you’re worried about?” The laugh that followed was eerily familiar.
You couldn’t stop the tears that started streaming down your face. Kite was actually here. Alive and in front of you. So why couldn’t you move?
“I know it’s weird. I look different and well…I am in a girl’s body now. But I…I hope that doesn’t make you run away from me.”
You glared, although your heart wasn’t really into it. “Seriously? We’ve been through everything together and you think I’m gonna run away just because your shape is different?” Your body moved on it’s own, wrapping your arms around Kite’s waist and lifting him up. “Idiot.”
His laugh this time made your heart melt as you gently set him back down. The hand that caressed your features were so familiar yet so different at the same time. “You and me.”
You smiled, fishing out Kite’s silver band from your pocket and presenting it to him, jokingly dropping down on one knee. “Me and you.”
song: body terror song by ajj/six (instrumental) by sleeping at last
warnings: major spoilers for the chimera ant arc of hxh! proceed with caution!, slight body horror, gore
note: kite survives au! but with angst.
You’d paced a hole in the floor of the inn, your hands clenched behind your back as you waited for a call from Knov. You’d waited for weeks for any word on Kite, and now that you were so close to seeing him again you didn’t know what you would do.
does anyone else feel like….idk how to explain it….like completely disconnected from life around them? constantly going “these are my friends” and “this is my home” and “this is my life” and “this is my body” to remind yourself that you’re not just some timeless floating essence and even those mantras are completely useless and you almost never come down from it and you’re feeling like….everything is real but also completely fake at the same time
I didn't think it would take me so long to write for black clover how they fall in love, but I have to be honest, I might need to pause those hc/ drabbles for the time being. I've been trying to get part 3 out to you guys, but twice I didn't like how I wrote it. I feel in the meantime while i'm taking a break from that, ill be working on a story I've been working on! My apologies for being so neglectful.
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