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Summary/Request: “May I request an Ikemen Sengoku angst? With the prompt “blood at the corner of my mouth” with Masamune please? Congrats on 50 followers, and I hope you are swarmed with many more! ♥️♥️♥️”
Requested by: @one-eyed-captain-kinky
Pairing: Masamune Date x Reader
Word Count: 1,152 (including lyrics)
Warnings: Death, fighting, funeral
A/N: So, story time, I had this done on Friday, but I’ve been super busy…..and then there was the protest and blah blah. Buuuuuuuuuut now it’s here! And I may have matched it to the song Superhero by Lauv, so listen to it whilst reading if you can! It’ll make you cry
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-I met a superhero.-
A mild breeze flows between the lords as they stand and stare at the wooden box in front of them. Not a single word is shared between them.
Carrying a lily almost like it was a child, Masamune steps from the middle of them. His deep breaths in and out are ragged and shaky.
-I lost her.-
Masamune gently lays down the lily onto the coffin. His eyes trail up and down the box, while he attempts to forget the memory of you bloody and cold in his arms.
-I want her back.-
Following his eyes, Masamune’s hand grazes the box with a longing for something he could never have again.
Love.
-She did things to me that no one else could.-
Nothing could’ve prepared him for this funeral. Since the moment he realized his love for you, he imagined your long future together.
Marriage. Kids. Family. Or even just a happy life.
All gone because of his stupid accident.
-I miss that.-
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“Are you sure we should be out here?” Your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, as an attempt to block out the cold winds.
Masamune spun around, a smirk plastered on his face, “Lass, everything is gonna be okay! I doubt we’ll get attack, and, if we do,” He dramatically slid his sword out of the sheath, “then I can protect you.”
-Don't wanna talk about it.-
His dramatic, reassuring action brought a smile to your face, “Well, I’ve got the best warrior on the field guarding me, so I suppose I’ll be okay.”
His heart did a little leap in his chest, “Oh, you sure know it!” Excited and proud that you believe in him, Masamune jumped in front of you, so you bumped into his arms, “I can protect you right here. Always.”
Your bright eyes peered up at him, and a small laugh escaped your lips, “And I’ll gladly let you.” This time, some butterflies appeared in his stomach.
Without saying another word, Masamune kissed you, soft, loving, and full of admiration.
-I was so wrong about it.-
Breaking off the kiss, you stared up into his eye, “You know, Masamune,” Your forehead lightly tapped against his, “you’re just like a superhero.”
Masamune raised an eyebrow, “And what is that?”
“Well,” You sighed, searching for the right words, “a superhero is a person who fights for what they believe in and protects those they love.”
“Sounds more like you, kitten.”
“Aw,” You rolled your eyes, “I don't think I’m a superhero.”
He placed a soft kiss to your nose, “You’re my superhero.”
Before you could respond, several men jump out from behind large trees. Masamune shoved you behind him for protection as the men charged. He hadn’t been aware any troops were near, but clearly they had known he was.
They had guns, while he only had a sword, but he managed to dodge them all before they could shoot. As he was cutting down all of the men, you stood at the edge of the clearing, attempting to not be seen.
It didn’t work.
One shot rang out in the forest.
Masamune finished off the guy he was on, then turned to face the man behind him, the one who had shot.
The man smirked with an utter confidence, and not even Masamune could knock it off his face. His tough fist punched into the man’s right temple, sending him flying back into the ground and his gun flying to the side. After grabbing the gun, Masamune stood over the man, who was nearly crying of laughter.
“Have….fun….Dragon.”
Another shot. This time, in the assailant’s skull.
Face covered in disgust, Masamune threw the gun far into the forest out of anger and watched it fly into the dark.
Once his brain caught up with reality, Masamune whipped around to face you, “Are you okay?”
You were swaying slightly, “I think so?” He started walking towards you, when he noticed something on your face.
“Lass, there’s some blood at the corner of your mouth,” He reached into his uniform to grab a handkerchief, “Let me clean it off for y-” His worry heightened as you collapsed to the ground.
His fast pace didn’t quite carry him over to you fast enough, so you slammed pretty hard. Masamune wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his lap. Searching you up and down for signs of injury, his eyes landed on two holes in the front of your kimono. Shaped like a bullet hole, one was just above your heart, while the other one was more of a sword line, placed in the middle of your stomach.
Masamune’s heart thumped harder against his chest, “No…you’re hurt. How did that even happen? They weren’t over by you…..”
“Masa,” Your hand brushes his hair lightly from his face.
He started to stand up, lifting you up in his arms, “Don't speak. Let’s get you back to Ieyasu. He’ll know how to fix you.”
A bloody cough left your mouth, “You won’t have the medicine, and you know it.”
His voice shaky, “How can you be so sure? We’ve healed soldiers before. We can-”
“Masamune.”
Terrified thoughts took over his brain, and he collapsed back down to the ground at your word. Tears escaped his eye as he pulled you closer and tighter into his chest than ever before.
“Please,” A broken whisper, “you can’t leave me. I should’ve done something more, I’m so sorry.” A tear landed on your cheek.
You softly shook your head, “Don't blame yourself. You did the best you could, and I love you for that.”
His head leaned against yours, “Kitten, I……..how are you reassuring me when you’re here bleeding out?” You laughed lightly, “You’re truly a superhero. I love you too.”
You both continued to exchange whispers until your final breath being words of love for Masamune. He didn’t move from that spot for another hour, at least.
-Can’t do a thing about it now.-
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Almost as if remembering knocked him off his feet, Masamune falls to the ground next to the coffin. His entire body shakes while a fountain of tears fall from his eye.
The other lords stand awkwardly, unsure of what to do to soothe their comrade. Taking the lead, Hideyoshi slowly walks and kneels on the ground next to Masamune.
-I met a superhero.-
-I lost her.-
He lightly places a hand on Masamune’s back, letting him know that he’s not alone. The response to the warm gesture is another body-wracking sob from Masamune, but then he turns to meet Hideyoshi’s eyes.
Masamune brokenly whispers, “I want her,” A sob, “back.”
-She did things to me that no one else could.-
The thought of you being truly gone, unable to keep him calm and steady ever again, breaks the Dragon more than any battle ever could.
-And, damn, I miss that.-
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End A/N: I apologize for any scarring and crying this may have caused. Oh, and thanks for the well wishes ;)
Heeeey!! I just wanted to drop in and say that those HC you did with the boys getting kung fu kicked made my entire day! Thank you so much! You're awesome!!
Awwwwwww!!! Thank you💜💜💜
I’m glad they helped!!! That’s why I write is to help😘
Headcanon Prompt: “OKAY I SAW REQUESTS WERE OPEN AND I WAS LIKE SCREW IT IM GONNA ASK FOR SOMETHING WEIRD, SO CAN U DO A HC OF SOME IR SUITORS WALKING IN ON MC CHANGING AND SHE GETS LIKE SUPER ANGRY AND KUNG FU KICKS THEM THANKS BYE I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BLOG LOL”
Fandom: Ikemen Revolution
Warnings: None, unless you find extreme blushing dangerous~
A/N: Okayokayokay SINCE you said some, anon, I decided to do those who I thought would have the funniest reactions~ (Also ily2 anon, you’re great) (And I probs won’t normally do this many, but this was cute)
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Black Army:
~Ray Blackwell~
Okay, Ray just came to check on Belle, but was met with your foot instead.
You manage to kick him ALL the way out into the hallway, slamming the door on him afterwards.
He just kinda stands on the other side and processes how he, the KING, got LITERALLY kicked out of his own room.
Then he remembers why he came.
You hear a soft knock at the door and open it just enough to peek out.
“Uhm, is Belle doing okay though? I came to check on him….”
You almost end up laughing out of awkwardness, but you decide to throw a blanket over yourself and let the man see his cat.
Ray gets very excited that you’re allowing him in his room (never tell the boys about this, he’ll never live it down).
Both of you just chill on the bed with Belle, before Ray points out at you still haven’t gotten fully dressed.
You threaten to kick him out of the room again.
He smirks and dares you to. You don't.
~Fenrir Godspeed~
So Fenrir is a bit different than the others~
When you kick him, he simply puts up his arm and blocks your attack…...but then he starts apologizing profusely when you fall out of shock.
Fenrir’s face is fairly red when he ushers himself out of the room. His hands are on his face, and he’s mumbling into them too.
You’re left laying on the ground, looking at the ceiling, and pondering how he blocked that, as the door peaks open again.
“Hey, babe, I know you just kicked me for being in there, but I need to grab something still.”
You throw something at the door.
He waits until you’re done.
~Luka Clemence~
Save him…..please….
Luka turned into a statue the moment he saw your body,,,,which gave him no chance in dodging your crazy kick. And his face is RED OKAY!
This same kick sends him flying back into the hallway, and he gathers himself in a crumpled pile at the bottom of the wall.
You start apologizing profusely, kneeled in front of him to make sure he can focus on something. Yet, his eyes don’t move from your face while you wave frantically around him.
Seth chooses this moment to walk into the hallway, and he dives by Luka’s side and shoots questions at you left and right.
“Seth,,,,,she’s right,,,,,I can’t believe,,,,,I saw her half,,,,,wow,,,,,”
You and Seth burst into laughter at his innocence, before covering him in hugs to apologize.
~Red Army and Neutral Under Keep Reading!~
Red Army:
~Lancelot Kingsley~
Despite being normally prepared, Lancelot was NOT ready for this.
He doesn’t block your attack, instead you manage to kick the KING out of his own room.
Lance just freezes and stares at the door, very uncertain of the next plan of action.
Jonah turns the corner and is very CONCERN at how frozen and confused his dear king is.
He rushes over to Lance and starts checking him over, asking him so many questions.
“I’m not…..quite sure….what just happened myself….”
Jonah stops and stares at him in confusion until you open the door with a crazy blush on your face.
Jonah immediately catches on and groans, before speed walking away from you two gross lovebirds.
Once he’s out of sight, Lance smirks at you, making you slightly worried about what’s to come.
He ends up just laughing his ass off and congratulating you on that amazing kick you performed.
~Jonah Clemence~
LMAO he was NOT ready.
Literally, Jonah could care less about how you look. He just wanted to get ready, and, instead, he was assaulted by your kick.
Unlike the others, you don't manage to get him quite out of the room, so you have to push him out awkwardly from embarrassment.
Jonah tilts his head, with his emotions running wild all over his face.
You shut the door out of fear.
Jonah lands on slight anger, and he quickly throws open the door again.
“You know I love you, but this is MY ROOM! I NEED to get ready!”
Before you can argue, he just turns his back so you can finish getting dressed.
You two end up just getting ready together.
(He half apologizes later, but come on, he needs to keep his beauty up.)
~Edgar Bright~
Edgar was Ready(™) for this lowkey.
The split second before your foot is supposed to meet his chest, Edgar lightly catches it with his hand.
This mf doesn’t break eye contact with you as he lowers your leg back down to the ground either.
“You know, Y/N, I love games, but you have to tell me first.”
Yes, it was followed by an eyebrow wiggle.
You proceeded to push him outside of the room.
Edgar waits in the hallway, leaning against opposite the wall and staring at the door.
Once you open it, shyly, you’re met with a devilish smile and his arm around your waist, all ready to lead you on the day~
Neutral Citizens:
~Harr Silver~
Have you ever SEEN a man’s face so RED? Or heard someone say SORRY so much?
Answer was no, until you decided to kung fu kick Harr Silver out of the room.
He stumbles out of the room, mumbling apologies, and you, after realizing what you’d done, quickly finish getting ready to follow him.
You find Harr sitting on the couch with his face in his hands, so you kneel in front of him and move them so he can see you.
“I’m so sorry, love, I should’ve knocked first, but I thought you were out! I sincerely-”
You cut him off with a kiss to the cheek, and your own apologies of getting angry.
Harr has turned another shade of red, and now he’s frozen…...Good job MC, you took a good man and made him shier than normal.
You panic slightly, because he’s not moving either. The solution is a quick hug though~
Throughout the night, he still apologizes, but you cut him off every time with a kiss (Succeeding in breaking him even MORE).
~Oliver Knight~
So, we’re going with A!Oliver here cause…...I don't know about kicking a CHILD in the FACE.
This way, you also don't actually succeed in kicking him, because he sidesteps your kick...
Literally, Oliver just swerves out of the way, with the deadest look you’ve ever seen.
“It’s just me, idiot. You don't need to attack. I came for a tool I accidentally left in here.”
You notice he doesn’t make eye contact with you when he does grab it and leave though.
Aka, Oliver is too shy to actually look at you all half indecent ‘cause he feels bad.
Once he steps into the hallway, his hands smack into his now-reddening face.
He has to take a few minutes to just stand there and process the way you attempted to kick him for barging in (Not too long because he doesn’t want you to see him).
He’ll never tell you just how embarrassed he got, though~
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End A/N: I’m currently working on other requests and I’m going to TRY to get a couple done and queued, now that I’m done with my many page research paper bhkcnnk
Summary/Prompt: “”Why do I feel like I’m home whenever I’m around you?” + Kuroo” (Ask)
Requested by: A lovely Anon~
Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader
Word Count: 1,235 words of dork
A/N: Boom, first request FINALLY done! I’ve got two others in the works right now, so (hopefully) they should be out very soon!
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“Babe,” You yell from the closet, “where are the big blankets? You said they’d be in here!” Throwing extra pillows to the side, you scour the closet for the blankets your boyfriend had promised.
Kuroo pops his head out of the doorway of your shared room, “What do you mean they aren’t in there?” He walks over to you and ruffles his messy hair, “They should be behind the pillows.”
You gesture to the empty corner you’d just cleared out, and his eyebrows furrow in confusion. A very confused silence hangs over you both, while your eyes scan the closet for secret hiding places. Then, out of nowhere, a pillow smacks into your head.
“Kuroo mother fucking Tetsurou! Why did you just hit me with that pillow?” Your hands find your hips as you stand up, facing the tall boy with a pillow in hand as he attempts to look innocent.
Kuroo whistles, “I don't know what you could ever be talking about.” The pillow falls from his hand to the floor. You quickly sweep it up and nail him in the side with it, “Ow! What was that for?”
Your shoulders rise and fall, “Oh, I don't know what you mean. I didn’t do anything.”
“It’s on, babe.” His eyebrows wiggle at you as he scoops up another pillow, but you quickly block it with your own.
You narrow your eyes, “Bring it on, my love.”
An intense pillow war arises between both of you. You’re dodging and blocking Kuroo’s hits, while he climbs over furniture to try and get a better angle on you. You travel through the living room and kitchen before finally ending the hard-fought battle in your bedroom.
“Kuroo!” You drop your guard, in an attempt to cease fire.
“No,” He pulls back for another swing, “I’m not going easy!” The pillow smacks into your side and you fall onto the bed.
With a cough, you hold up the pillow in front of your face, “Your long ass limbs are already making this not easy! I was gonna ask if you,” Your heavy pants warmed your pillow, making the area seemed hotter than it may have been, “happened to need a break?”
Kuroo pauses mid-swing, “Are you admitting defeat?” His eyes dance with the joy of a 10 year old, but his body clearly aches for a break.
“No.” You jump up from the bed defensively, “I’m just being courteous.” Dropping to a half-curtsey, you smirk up at him. The gesture quickly falls apart, however, as you end up falling to your knees from exhaustion.
“Well,” He tilts his head to the side, “in that case,” His pillow thrown onto the bed, “since you clearly need a breather, let’s rest.” He holds out his hand, and you take it, rolling your eyes, “We’ll set aside this battle for another day.” Kuroo pulls you off the floor.
As you stand up, you catch yourself by wrapping your arms around his neck. “Mhm, how generous of you, Kuroo.”
“Babe,” He drops one hand from your back to place it on his heart, “come on, I’m always this kind.”
Shaking your head, you plant a quick kiss on his nose and drop from his embrace, “Let’s just make the bed again.” You gesture to the pillows, blankets, and various items littering the floor, “We made a mess.”
Kuroo’s eyes perk up as he grabs your pillow from the bed, “Dibs on doing pillows!” He sprints from the room before you can respond.
A groan escapes your lips, “Fiiiiiine, I’ll do blankets!”
Your paths separate as you gather up the pillows and blankets from the long battle. Kuroo is standing next to a pile of pillows on the floor when you walk in, your arms full of blankets. With a grunt, you chuck the blankets onto the bed, falling on top of them. A hyper face with insanely messy hair soon appears in your vision.
“How would you like some help putting these on the bed?” Kuroo’s hair flops over and tickles your nose.
A small sneeze and a strong pull later, you’re standing on opposite side of the bed, each holding one side of the blanket.
You lightly tug on your side, “Now, softly set it down like this.” The blanket falls from your fingers and gently down to the bed.
“Like,” A playful smirk takes over Kuroo’s face, “this?” He whisks the blanket off the bed, holding it as if he was a matador.
“Kuroo, please,” Your light plead makes his arms fall.
Giving in, Kuroo throws the blanket back over to you. This time, he lightly sets it down, just like you asked. You plop down on the bed, with a happy sigh.
Kuroo watches you for a second, before grabbing another blanket, “Now, babe,” He quickly stands back up, “I wanna make you into a BURRITO!” He pounces onto the bed, places the new blanket over you, and straddles your sides.
Your surprised yelp only encourages him to continue tucking you inside his little blanket burrito. As you squirm to try to leave, Kuroo wraps it around you harder, making it nearly impossible to escape.
Eventually, you give up fighting, and Kuroo poses triumphantly. His victory doesn’t last long, as you wiggle, making him fall over. Your breakout nearly succeeds, but he snatches you into his arms before you can make a true break.
Laughter fills the room for a long while, but then a comfortable silence falls over both of you. Your head is nuzzled into his neck, his arms are wrapped around you tight, and your love is settled as a cozy blanket around you both.
After a long silence, a whisper trails into your ear, “Hey, babe?”
“Yes, Kuroo?” You look up into his face.
With deep thoughts dancing around his brain, Kuroo stares down into your eyes, “Why do I feel like I’m home whenever I’m around you?”
The words put you almost in a trance. You’re used to his flirty lines, but his life thoughts always manage to throw you off balance. Sentences try to form from your lips, but none are made. Once a few long seconds pass, Kuroo continues.
“Like,” His arms squeeze you a little tighter, “you just make me feel like I’m always welcome and like I’m where I belong.” Kuroo’s voice transforms into his deep, caring voice that he uses to comfort you whenever you feel stressed. For some reason, his tone makes warm flowers bloom in your chest as you listen to his sweet words.
“Aww, Kuroo-” Your soft coo is interrupted almost directly after you say it.
“Jeez,” Kuroo’s eyes search your face, “and when I’ve got you in my arms like this,” He fumbles for words, “I’m….well, I’m the happiest man in the world.”
“Kuroo, that’s-”
“Ah,” He puts a finger on your lips, “let me finish.” You nod, so he lowers his hand to hold your chin, “Thank you for being my home, for being my happy place, my love, my life. I couldn’t do anything, dorky or whatever else I do, without you.” Kuroo ends his sweet serenade with a short, soft kiss on your lips.
“Well,” You snuggle up closer into his side, “I’m not going anywhere, Kuroo Tetsurou.”
He places a long kiss to your forehead before continuing, “For that, I’m very glad, because I live for these simple nights with you.”
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Okayokayokay I love you all, 💜💜💜
Also I’m gonna hop in real quick to say I swear I’m working on requests, but literally a big thing happened right after I opened them. BUT I’m close to finishing at least one atm~
I figure that I have a good base to my blog right now, and so I’m gonna open it up to you guys! Also, we hit 50 followers so I guess it’s a mini celebration lmao~
Since it’s my first time ever doing writing requests, I’m only gonna take 10-15 for right now. I’ll let you know when they’re full! (also watch my description I’ll keep count there)
Info on what requests I do here
If you need some ideas, I would love to write from either this prompt list or this one!
I figure that I have a good base to my blog right now, and so I’m gonna open it up to you guys! Also, we hit 50 followers so I guess it’s a mini celebration lmao~
Since it’s my first time ever doing writing requests, I’m only gonna take 10-15 for right now. I’ll let you know when they’re full! (also watch my description I’ll keep count there)
Info on what requests I do here
If you need some ideas, I would love to write from either this prompt list or this one!
Summary: You hear some rumors and decide it’s time to have a talk with your man to get them straightened out.
Requested By: @mineko811
Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Pairing: Reader x Nobunaga Oda
Word Count: 1,388 words…..dang
A/N: Ahhhh! Glad to finally get this out! I’ve never done Nobu’s route, so bear with it if it’s a little out of character occasionally pleeeease. This is just how I envision him I guess lmao. Thanks for requesting~
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Warming the streets with it’s glow, the sun shines down on a market in Azuchi. You’re casually strolling through, even if you don’t need to. The people watching is fun for you. At least, it used to be.
Recently, more rumors have popped up about your relationship with Nobunaga. Most of them were about where you came from. They’d never bothered you too much, until the conversation you overhear in the market
There are two modes: I’m either in a really hyper and productive mood or I’m extremely anxious and need to get out my feelings into smth
3. What is your favorite thing to write/scene to draw/thing to create?
My favorite thing to write would be FLUFF!!! Literally like, I’m such a fluff ball and I will cry at even a word of angst, no one call me out cause I was feeling angsty for once okay, but def fluff just cause it’s so cute
10. Share a random fact about your creative process
Anotha Fact: I’m super animated and anything I want to describe I have to do or feel myself. So, in a battle scene, I have to get up and do the motions myself before I even get close to wording them correctly
1. What is your process like? How do you come up with your ideas?
Uhhhhh I look at cute prompt lists or I listen to music to get inspired! Sometimes I’ll write fics just based off a cute scenario I personally wish to see more of, some random picture in my phone, or a conversation I have with others. Inspiration strikes at random and you’ve gotta jump on it!
5. How did you get started creating?
I started writing in about 7th grade because I was going through some hard stuff. Writing gave me an outlet I suppose. I posted consistently on Wattpad for awhile, then I fell out of the loop. I’ve only just returned recently after taking some hard ass writing courses to put my learning to the test..........also there wasn’t enough content for my faves so I created it myself
8. What’s your top advice for anyone wanting to create?
Imma get all Shia Lebouf.......JUST DO IT!!! Seriously, no matter what it is, it will help you and better you!! Also, you can help brighten other’s days with stuff you write and I find that worth it. Plus, you get to hella self-insert into cute fluff and who doesn’t want that?
10. Share a random fact about your creative process.
Random Fact: I constantly switch between having to write things on paper and having to type it out (even though I say I have to type it out, some things just need to be scribbled tbh)
11. Do you listen to music when creating? If you do, share one of your favorite songs to create to!
I doooooo, my writing songs change llike every little while as my mood does, but right nooooow, I’d say Hopeless Wanderer by Mumford and Sons is a highkey fav atm
12. Share a sample of something you’re working on now.
Oh boy oh boy, here’s a bit of the Edgar fluff I’m writing to make up for all that angst:
Edgar continues singing, and the Creeks wade around happily behind him. On the last line of the song, he turns to dramatically dance for the Creeks, but spots a person on the edge of the lake beach.
1. What is your process like? How do you come up with your ideas?
2. How are you most productive?
3. What is your favorite thing to write/scene to draw/thing to create?
4. What do you have the most difficult time writing or drawing?
5. How did you get started creating?
6. Have you ever had a debate with yourself about something you were creating? What was that argument like? Be specific! (If this is asked more than once, feel free to answer with different stories)
7. What tools do you use to create?
8. What’s your top advice for anyone wanting to create?
9. Share your earliest example of some of your work!
10. Share a random fact about your creative process.
11. Do you listen to music when creating? If you do, share one of your favorite songs to create to!
12. Share a sample of something you’re working on now.
Scenario Prompt: I felt like being angsty and I found this great prompt list to fuel my desire
Words: 1,195 words of pain
Warnings: ......death
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“We leave in one hour, soldiers. Prepare yourselves.” Ray’s voice booms through the silent room. The final war is coming to a head. Red versus Black. A battle they were already losing, as many good soldiers had already died on the field.
Ray walks out of the room to prepare, with Sirius and Fenrir in close following. As the other soldiers file from the room, Seth and Luka are left sitting at the table alone. A tense silence hangs in the air and refuses to break.
Seth puts a hand on Luka’s arm, “Hey, Luka-” Before he can finish, Luka shoves off his hand, storming out of the room. Seth’s hand is left to linger in the air.
A distant knock makes him almost jump out of his chair, “Seth?” He whips around to see you leaning on the doorframe. “You’re…..going aren’t you?” Your voice cracks.
“I-” You’re halfway down the hallway before he finishes. He jolts up out of the chair and runs down the hallway after you.
The twists and turns of the headquarters seem to stretch for longer than necessary. Almost as if he’s not allowed to reach you. Both pairs of footsteps leave echoes louder than his calls after you. Finally, you throw open the door to your shared room, leaving just enough room for him to squeeze in after you and shut the door.
The exact moment the door is shut, you’re crying in his arms, “Seth….you can’t go! You’ll-”
Seth cuts off your sobs, “-I know. Trust me, I know. But I have to.”
“Why? Why do any of you have to?” Your tears only fall faster, “It could’ve been avoided….you don't have t-to…..”
“Stop. Please. This is just making it harder.” He’s trying his hardest to save you, because there’s no way he’s staying behind. He can’t. Even if he’s on a path straight to death, at least he’d be swinging.
“Good!” Your strained voice strikes his heart sharper than any weapon, “Y-you can’t go! Don't…”
He moves his thumb over your lips, stopping any further pleas. “I know I’m not coming home,” His breath hitches, “and don't go looking for me. I….don't want you to see that.” With one final forehead kiss, Seth sprints from the room. You sink to the floor, body trembling with every broken breath leaving your lungs.
Thunder booms as Seth adjusts his hat better to his head, “Don't hate me for this.” He mutters to the wind, “You would’ve done the same.” He knows every piece of your stubborn heart and thick head. You would fight just as hard for everything you believe in. Exactly like he’s doing now. He only hoped that-
“Freedom soars on Raven wings!” Ray shouts to the army, interrupting Seth’s final thoughts before battle.
With a deep breath, all of the soldiers cry out, “Freedom soars on Raven wings!”
Both armies rush forward, leaving swords to clash in the center. Gunshots accompany the screeching sound of metal on metal.
The battle rages over the next few hours. Rain continues to cascade over the fallen and remaining soldiers. The end nears, and the Black Army has almost completely fallen. Only the top fighters remain.
Seth spits out a clot of blood onto the most recent body he downed. His head pounds as he stares down the rest of the field. They’re losing and it’s clear to see. There’s not a way in hell they’ll give up though.
A stick cracks behind him, calling Seth’s attention. Holding out his sword, he whips around to the new opposition. Seth is met with the barrel of a gun. A red hat peeks out into his vision. He leans around to get a better look of the soldier. The soldier smirks. Seth sighs at the cocky opponent. They’re the worst.
In a sudden move, Seth kicks the gun out of the soldier’s hands. The side of Seth’s sword lightly pushes against his throat, making a small cut on it. Seth grabs the soldier’s arm to capture him in a strong hold. Despite the sword literally cutting into his throat, the soldier grins.
Rolling his eyes, Seth huffs, “Can we be done now?”
“Oh, it’s almost over, pretty boy. I promise.” The signature smirk reappears on the soldier’s face. Seth is missing something, he must be.
Seth furrows his brows, “What do-” His words are cut off as a sword plunges through his stomach. The soldier must’ve pulled it out of his sheath without Seth noticing.
The pain runs over his body, almost numbing everything else he could sense. The soldier pushes Seth’s shoulder firmly. With the strength shook from his body, Seth falls onto the ground at the soldiers force. As the loud thud sounds out his impact, his head turns to the side.
My eyes must be tricking me. He thinks, I told you not to come.
Seth stretches his arm out toward your running figure. He tries to call out to you, but blood fills up his mouth. A final cough escapes his lips at the attempt.
He hears a shot and only has a millisecond to hope it wasn’t towards you. Then he’s left in black. Forever.
Bonus POV ~ MC
A scream breaks free from your mouth as the sword plunges into Seth’s abdomen. You lunge from your hiding spot, across the field, without a care for your own safety. Soldiers bodies litter the ground, but you just run over them. You can’t help them. Maybe you can help him.
Your breath claws at your lungs as you run forward. Seth turns his head to you. Your eyes connect, urging you to move faster. He coughs up some blood at an attempt to say something.
A shot rings through the air. You’re a few yards away. Every muscle in Seth’s body loosens. Blood gushes from a new hole in his skull, mixing in with the pouring rain.
With a few feet left, you lunge, covering his body with your own. Pain shoots up your knees, but you hardly notice. A flood of tears fall over your eyes. Your chest heaves up and down while you try to catch your breath.
You hear the click of a gun right next to your head. A glare upwards reveals a pistol barrel level with your eyes. Anger, sadness, denial all spill over into your shaking hands. Scowling, you take one finger and move the barrel away from your face. The soldier has no remorse whatsoever. In fact, he looks proud.
“How dare you?” Yelling, you project all of your power outwards towards the Red soldier. He gets flung back, landing a ways away with a crack. You couldn’t care less that you may have just killed a man.
You shift attention back to Seth. His blue hair is now stained with his own blood. Your fingers run through his hair, giving you a final glance at his dying face. The sight of him on the ground only demands you realize the depth of the situation. He’s gone.
He’s gone.
“Why couldn’t you just stay?” Sobs wreck over your body, “Please…..stay.” You whisper onto the corpse of the man you love.
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.........no murdering me pls, just crying and yelling.....
