Happy Valentines Day~

Dragongirl kidnaps a maid instead of a princess by mistake; comes back to her lair after a hunt to find the coins and gems in her hoard have been organized into neat piles sorted by type, value, and kingdom of origin.

if vampires can't come inside without permission does that mean that you can just keep riding that thang and they can't um . yknow

then and now (miss version)

One Last Picture

English Version:

Oneshot of Twisted Wonderland, events 10 years after Grim’s overblot and Yuu’s death…

Warnings: None

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Versión en español:

Oneshot de Twisted Wonderland, acontecimientos 10 años después del overblot de Grim y la muerte de Yuu…

Advertencias: Ninguna

English:

“Ten years. Ten years have passed since that day. That disastrous day when I watched you leave. I still remember it—I do every single day. My mind drifts back to those harsh moments: you lying on the ground, the crimson of your blood spread everywhere, the way your eyes lost their light, and the warmth of your body being replaced by the cold that signaled your departure. The aftermath of battle—cries and screams—filled the scene, and in your arms, he was there. I remember the deafening silence shattering into sobs and wails. Even now, the burning in my throat remains, tearing at me just like that day. I remember the tears scorching my face and how I clung to your body—already an empty shell—as if that would somehow keep you from leaving. Just like you clung to him.

Tell me, Yuu, why? Why, even in your final moments, did you use the last of your strength to save him? Why? Why would you protect the beast that took your life…?

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As stubborn as ever. If you hadn’t had that stupid savior complex, you’d still be here with us… with us.

Ten years have passed, and we’ve changed so much. Would you be proud of us?

Where do I even start…? Deuce and I became police officers. We still have the same dynamic, but now we’re a little less stupid—or at least I like to think so. Epel went back to his hometown, and thanks to his hard work, his family business has grown. Their farm is famous now. Jack pursued sports and is now a world-class athlete—I wish you could see him in action, he’s incredible. And Sebek? From what I’ve heard, he’s now a general in the royal guard of the Briar Valley. Can you believe he’s even louder than before? Ha!

Our upperclassmen have also gone on with their lives, though we all still keep in touch. We even get together from time to time. Can you believe Riddle still puts that damn collar on me?! That bastard—I never even do anything! …Well, nothing too bad.

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The only one who’s really isolated himself is Malleus… After your death, he became even more reclusive. He never leaves his castle—except to visit you, here at Ramshackle, where your ashes rest.

And… him.

Him. Grim. He doesn’t remember you. He doesn’t remember anything from that day. Not his overblot, not the destruction he caused, and least of all the life he took. You, Yuu.

Riddle says it’s a way of coping with trauma. That his mind represses those memories to protect itself. But why? Why does he get the luxury of forgetting everything while I’m forced to relive it every night for these past ten damn years?!

It’s unfair. So unfair.

He still lives here at NRC, in the staff area. Crowley took him in after you were gone, and now he’s the school’s mascot.

Why? Why him?! He gets to live, to chase his dreams, to make mistakes, to be happy. But you… You’re dead. Unfair.

HE WAS THE ONE WHO OVERBLOTTED. HE SHOULD HAVE DIED—NOT YOU!

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It’s unfair…”

/The tears that burned my eyes finally spilled down my cheeks. The suffocating grief of your loss still haunts me. And the anger—the anger at myself for not saving you. For not being stronger, braver, more capable. Why wasn’t it me instead of you? Kneeling before your grave, before the small monument made in your honor, I cry like a child. I cry until I have no tears left. Deuce watches me—I can feel his eyes on my back. He’s been silent this whole time, letting me speak to you freely. Supposedly, that should make my soul feel lighter, but why does the emptiness you left behind still remain?I snap out of my trance when I feel a hand on my shoulder. A reminder that time is running out, and I need to finish my speech soon.

“Sorry… I know you’d scold me if you could hear me saying all this, but honestly… I miss it so much…

Ah, right! I brought something for you. It’s that camera Crowley gave you. It was destroyed in the battle, which is why it took us so long to fix it. We managed to recover some of the photos—so many beautiful memories, innocent moments frozen in time. Unfortunately, most of the pictures with you in them couldn’t be restored. Every photo of you was lost. All except one. That last picture before the tragedy. The one where we’re all together. The one that captures the calm before the storm. The last moment of happiness we ever had.

Yuu… you have no idea what I would give to go back to those days. No idea what I would do… for one last picture.”

Español:

“Diez años. Diez años han pasado desde aquel día. Aquel desastroso día en el que te vi partir. Aun lo recuerdo,lo hago cada día, mi mente vaga por esos duros momentos: tu tirado en el suelo, el carmesí de tu sangre exparsido por todo el lugar, el como tus ojos perdían su luz y el calor de tu cuerpo ser remplazado por aquel frío que anunciaba tu partida. Un rastro de batalla llantos y gritos acompañan la escena, y en tus brazos, estaba El . Recuerdo el silencio ruidoso romperse a gritos y llantos. Hasta ahora el ardor permanece en mi garganta, rasgándome como aquel día. Recuerdo las lágrimas quemar mi rostro y el como me aferraba con locura a tu cuerpo, ya un cascarón vacío, como si eso evitaría que te fueras. Así mismo como tú te aferrabas a El.

Dime Yuu, porque hasta el ultimo momento, incluso mientras morías, decidiste utilizar tus ultimas fuerzas para salvarlo. Por qué? Por qué querrías proteger a la bestia que arrebato tu vida…?

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Tan testarudo como siempre, si no hubieras tenido ese estúpido complejo de salvador estarías aquí con nosotros…nosotros.

Diez años han pasado y hemos cambiado tanto, estarías orgulloso de nosotros?

Por donde empiezo?…Deuce y yo nos volvimos policías, seguimos manteniendo nuestra dinamica pero ahora somos menos imbeciles o eso quiero creer. Epel volvió a su pueblo, su negocio familiar a crecido gracias a su exfuerzo, ahora son una granja reconocida. Jack siguió el mundo del deporte y ahora es un atleta de clase mundial, ojalá pudieras verlo en acción, es sorprendente. Y Sebek por lo que oí es general de la guardia del rey en el Valle de Espinas, puedes creer que ahora es más ruidoso que antes?. Ja!

También estan nuestros mayores, todos han hecho sus vidas, aún así seguimos en contacto, de vez en cuando nos reunimos incluso. Te puedes creer que todavía Riddle mé pone ese maldito collar suyo!? Maldito, nunca hago nada—o bueno nada muy malo.

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El unico que si se ha aislado ha sido Malleus…despues de tu muerte se ha vuelto mucho más solitario. No sale de su castillo a menos que sea para venir a verte, aqui en el Dormitorio Destartalado donde yacen tus cenizas.

Y…El

El, Grim, no te recuerda. No recuerda nada de lo sucedido ese día. Ni su overblot, ni la destruccion que causó y mucho menos la vida que arrancó. Tu, Yuu.

Riddle dice que es una forma de lidear con el trauma. Que su cerebro reprime todos esos recuerdos con tal de protegerse. Pero porque él tiene el lujo de olvidarlo todo y yo debo vivirlo cada noche todos los días durante estos diez malditos años!

Es injusto, muy injusto. El vive aquí en el NRC, en el área de staff. Crowley lo apadrinó después de tu partida y ahora es la “mascota” de la escuela.

Por qué? Por qué El!? El puede vivir, seguir sus sueños, cometer errores y ser feliz. Por otro lado Tu Tu estás muerto. Injusto…

EL FUE QUIEN TUVO EL OVERBLOT, EL DEBÍA MORIR NO TU!

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Es injusto…”

/Las lágrimas que traicioneras irritaban mis ojos finalmente cayeron por mis mejillas. Aquella tristeza sofocante de tú pérdida persigue en mi. Y el enojo, el enojo conmigo mismo por no salvarte. Por no haber sido más fuerte, más valiente, más capaz. Por qué no fui yo en vez de tu. Delante de tu tumba y el pequeño monumento que se hizo en tu honor, lloro como un niño pequeño, lloro hasta que lágrimas no quedan. Deuce mé mira, siento sus ojos en mi. Ha estado callado todo este rato, dejándome expresar mi monólogo hacia ti con total libertad. Según así mi alma debería sentirse menos pesada, pero porque aun el vacío que dejaste perdiste. Salgo de mi trance al sentir una mano en mi hombro. Un recuerdo de que el tienpo se nos acaba y debo acabar con mi discurso lo antes posible

“Perdón…se que si pudieras me regañarias por decir estas cosas, pero a decir verdad extraño tanto eso…

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A si! Traje algo para ti, es aquella cámara que Crowley te regalo, había sido destruida por la batalla por eso tardamos en repararla. Pudimos extraer algunas de las fotos de esta, tantos bellos recuerdos e inocentes memorias. Lamentablemente la gran mayoría de las fotos donde te encontrabas no hubo forma de restaurarlas. Todas tus fotos se perdieron, todas menos esa, esa última foto antes de la trajedia. Aquella foto donde estamos todos, aquella foto que refleja la calma antes de la tormenta. Donde nuestro ultimo momento feliz fue capturado.

Yuu, no sabes lo que daría por volver a esos tiempos. No sabes lo que haria por una última foto.”

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Giggling about the way this listener interacted with Thomas.

Lis: So, tell me about your relationship with the Watchmen.

Thomas: Uh, you sure you don't want to hear all this other cool shit

Lis: No, main quest dialog only big boy, now start trauma dumping!!!!

Thomas: FUCK!

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