anon asked: “hey do any of you mods like Lana Del Rey?? i saw the guccihighwaters headcanon things, that was pretty rad, could you guys do some Lana Del Rey insp posts for Guzma, Frederick, Xander, Colress and Sycamore? that would be awesome thanks ✨✨💌”
a/n: i really like writing song fics like this ty for this ask!!! and i wasn’t the biggest lana del ray fan until i wrote this dskfkfdjgd her music is SO GOOD!!
also: i was gonna do all 5 but then it got p long and didn’t want to put all 5 on one post... if u want the other 2 just go ahead n request it b! ^^ --mod touko
guzma // other woman // he says he loves me, i don’t believe him.
your alarm buzzes on cue, at 9 o’clock a.m., as it does everyday, alerting you that you would have to get up to take care of whatever business you had waiting for you that day. the life of a pokemon master was unpredictable, to say the least.
your one constant, however, seemed to be the coldness on his side of the bed.
you sigh, feet hitting the cold, wooden floor, as you make your way to the kitchen to see if he had left yet. the front door creaks open just as you round the corner, and despite your dry throat you manage a hoarse: “wait.”
the door is three-fourths of the way shut, but he stops, looking back at your groggy expression. you were so cute when you were sleepy, usually he would tease you for that but today was different. he clears his throat, “what’s up?”
“where are you going?” you run a hand through your hair, disheveled from sleep. the open door brings a draft, which makes you realize how little you were wearing -- nothing but an oversized t-shirt and underwear. you pull at the hem of your shirt, self-unconscious. since when were you insecure around him? “and why so early?” guzma isn’t a morning person.
“oh, uh, out?” he shifts his eyes to the floor like a child caught doing something they shouldn’t, which is exactly what he looked like now. both of his hands rest on the door, awkwardly gripping it. you don’t have the strength to fight him anymore. you had pried and pried until your throat was sore and your head was pounding. he still gave you nothing. “i’ll be back later.”
you knew what later meant, in the middle on the night smelling like someone else. he would kiss your forehead and tell you he loved you, before falling asleep. you don’t believe him anymore.
“sure, okay.” you notice his ring isn’t on his finger, and oddly enough, you don’t care. you might have months ago, but you’re over it by now. he’s a stranger in your own home.
so why do you break down when he closes the door?
frederick // pawn shop blues // no man can keep me together, been broken since i was born.
“i’m sorry but i can’t--” you bite your lip, looking anywhere but frederick’s heartbroken expression. you had never seen so much joy on his face when he had asked you to marry him, it had been just moments earlier, but the mood had shifted so violently it seemed like eons ago.
“but why?” never one to wear his heart on his sleeve, he tries to push his uncaring facade to the surface, but it was too painful to do so. all he wanted to do was understand your reasoning, to see what he could fix to change your mind. “is this some sort of misunderstanding? i thought you felt the same?” you scratch at your glove anxiously, the one that hid the dastard mark of the fell dragon. you knew what you would have to do someday, you swore to yourself that you wouldn’t leave any hollow people behind you. it wasn’t until frederick’s proposal that you realize you had flown too close to the sun. he had fallen for you, but his love wouldn’t be strong enough to change the fact that one way or another, you would have to die to stop grima.
never one to be selfish, you certainly weren’t going to start today. frederick is selfless, and he deserves better than a couple months of happiness and then years of grief afterwards. better to break his heart now while the feelings were still fresh than after they had settled and had a chance to grow. he deserved a happy ending, one far away from you. all you could give him was heartbreak.
“i’m broken, fred, and broken people like me can’t be fixed.”
xander // summertime sadness // think i’ll miss you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky.
he was crowned a king.
xander would do anything to protect nohr. it was his motherland, and despite all the atrocities his home land committed, it was still his home. and one day when his father had passed the gold would grace his head.
xander was always fond of you. despite knowing of your true blood, he had took you under his wing and cared for you like a sibling, treated you like a friend, and then something more even he had a hard time pinpointing. you were the light of his life, the one brightness in the gloomy country of nohr -- a flower grown out of the weeds.
so when you chose to side with hoshido, his life suddenly didn’t make sense. how could you choose people who you hardly knewover those who raised you? despite no blood relation, nohr was your true family, and you had trampled on the rose of kindness they had given you. suddenly, the bond you shared with xander was all for naught. you had betrayed him, and for that he could never forgive you.
you were crowned a martyr.
you were ready to give your life for the sake of peace if need be, you just didn’t think it would be at the hands of the man you loved the most, the one you tried to save from his own wicked father. elise stands, watching in horror as you bleed out in his arms. her cries echo horrifyingly off the walls of the empty hallway near the throne room. looking around, you see the purple, gold, and black decorations adorning the walls, you had always hated how dismal everything looked. it matched the attitudes of the royals in the palace quite well; pessimistic, vain, disloyal.
what a horrible place to die. at least it was in xander’s arms, your one pillar of strength when the world around you seemed too melancholy to bear.
“please, xander,” you choke, blood running down your chin. your vision becomes spotty, and your head pulses with pain. it would be so much easier to die, but you were always stubborn, you had to let your last words change him. “please, lead nohr in the right direction... garon is no good for this country.” tears trickle down his face, and it’s then you realize you had never seen xander cry. it brings a smile to your face. “but you, you can do it. bring peace to this world.” despite being so resolute when he pierced you through with siegfried, now he wonders if he did the right thing. was nohr truly worth your life? the answer was so clear minutes ago, but now--
“no, i... i can’t do it without you, please stay with me.” you blink slowly, getting a good look at his features, knowing you can’t hang on for much longer. “i’m sorry i thought this would be--” if you were gone he could never be whole again, he would miss you forever.
“you’ll be okay, i know you can be.” xander falters, leaning his forehead against yours. “bring peace, okay? if for no one else, for me.” and with a last exhale, (and a pained smile) you give up the ghost. xander is trembling, sobbing freely. he didn’t think it would hurt this much, losing you. the strong feelings for you he had felt when you left he thought to be hatred. nothing was further from the truth.
