Fealty ⊱⊰ Glossary

So is reblog is also not permitted?

That’s the difference. Reblogs are good! You promote the artist and their work.

At least for me repost is ok only in one condition: you asked permission and the artist said “yes”.

A wise person once told me that if a guy wants to be with a girl he will make it happen, no matter what.

- Gigi Philips (He’s Just Not That Into You)

the journey following his escape from inazuma will be long and fraught with peril, something kaedehara kazuha is well aware of. the moon floats in the sky, and a gentle breeze blows by. though a storm is coming, the ronin shall brave it with song and wine.

character teaser ☆ kaedehara kazuha: moonlit breeze

wherever the wind goes

“I wish the memories would leave just as easy as you did.”

— Unknown

“so you are saying that there are 7 bilion people and i fell in love with someone who doesn’t exist? hell yeah i did”

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│꒰⇢ 💌 — 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒

╰── ➤ -ˏˋ ˊˎ- ˖*°࿐*ೃ . ©moonmeowls

❝𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆!❞

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

ac; official art

That's a lot of damage

written in the scars

kazuha x gn!reader

0.5k words

warnings: mentions of injuries (cuts)

summary: for the first time, kazuha considers staying

it’s hot. even the breeze that blows is warm; which makes the tension in the air between you and the inazuma samurai. you both sit in the grass wordlessly, deep in thought. your eyes wander to his hands, covered in bandages. his hands were always covered in small cuts from his sword — you had become his personal doctor, patching up the small cuts.

you gently hold his hand in yours, cleaning a cut on his index finger. you look up to meet his gaze and notice a small grin on his face.

“what?” you ask, returning your eyes back to his hand. “it seems you find something about this funny.”

“no,” he chuckles. “not… funny, per se. it’s just… we’ve gotten to know each other quite well even though we only see one another when i’m in here.”

“mmm,” you hum, securing the bandage on his finger. “so your recklessness is the source of our friendship?”

“i guess,” he says, the grin not fading.

you pause for a moment, his hand in yours. you look at the small scars on his hands. many of them were probably from him missing his own sheath, but you could tell some of them had stories.

“honestly, i do try to be more careful but… it doesn’t seem to work.” he says, pulling his hand away. his eyes shift away from you.

now, you’d do anything to see that grin one more time. you hated yourself for taking that dumb grin for granted.

“is this where we part ways?” he asks softly.

you can’t bring yourself to look at him. “i think so.”

he stands up, wiping his hands on his pants before outstretching his hand towards you. you grab it, and finally look at him. his words were so sad and left your heart feeling so heavy, yet the soft look on his face stayed unchanged.

“i hate that our last moments together feel so sad… it feels quite tragic, no?” he holds onto your hand, squeezing it.

“it’s hard to make departing feel happy.” you whisper.

he takes you into his arms, holding you tighter than ever before. “i’m sorry things ended up this way.”

after a few moments, he lets you go. he looks at you like he’s taking in every detail; a mental picture that he can look at whenever he yearns to feel your warmth. and then he finally starts to walk away.

however, it’s only a few steps. he stops in his tracks, and for a brief moment you think he’ll turn back around for one final embrace. but he keeps his back to you. “tell me to stay.” he says.

“what?”

“tell me to stay, and i’ll stay.”

you want him to stay. every fiber of your being is telling you to say the word. let him know that you want him here. but it’s all too selfish. he had chosen to leave even after you met him. it was a choice you had to respect. he had things to do, places to see, and you unfortunately couldn’t join him. so you take a deep breath and close your eyes, and hope that he’ll be gone when you open them.

and he is.

till we meet again

synopsis: aether is crowned prince of the abyss. before that, he had you.

pairing: abyss prince!aether x gn!reader, mutual feelings

genre: idk what you call this. 12am angst brainrot?

notes: i woke up from like three minutes of sleep and chose abyss prince aether. i have class in six hours, but i also have priorities

limbs aching from running, clawing their way through the falling city that was once so glorious. the sky of blue and white had now turned crimson red with the black smoke of fires burning in the distance. and among it all is you, standing on a fallen pillar with a fire starting at your feet. aether is briefly reminded of how witches of other worlds were burned at stake for the sins people accused them off. magic is nothing foreign to these lands, but aether thinks that if he were to accuse you of a crime; it’d be taking his heart.

lumine would laugh at him, in a way his sister always would when she realised he had a crush. leaving your poor twin sister alone so soon? in the back of his head, he whispers an apology to her. how he would have loved to die after seeing those flowers in her hair, the wild smile on her face while they sparred or even just feel her hand in his as they jumped to another world.

he’s sure she would have loved you.

she would have loved you, even as you looked around the chaos with a bright grin. loved you for loving her brother, for staying by his side when she couldn’t. she would have loved you, if only not for the fact that you’re dying and neither you nor aether know when you will return.

the flames on the pillar have grown, devouring your lower half slowly. even then, you don’t flinch. aether wonders how many times you’ve done this, whether or not it’s easier than falling asleep for you. he hopes it is. if you ever felt a prick of pain, he would kill the damn god that cursed you, and then everyone else.

“aether.”

he drops to a knee at your call, the scraped skin meeting burnt grass. he does not wince or blink, wanting to keep this image of you in his mind. aether doesn’t know how many generations will pass till the gods give you back to him.

“your highness.”

“there’s no need for such formalities, especially coming from my darling prince.” you laugh, like a songbird on a spring morning. aether will miss the sound of it, “time is almost up.”

“yes.” his voice wavers, and your smile becomes sad. verbal confrontation was never something between you both. the truth was told with blades, the violent dance in the battlefield. your coming death had never been discussed explicitly, even now. oh, how aether wishes you could die by his hands instead.

“you know what you are to do, correct?”

“of course,” aether says, firm and determined. he had made his decision long ago, and sacrifices were to be made.

you were the first.

you smile at him, proud and sad at the same time. aether wonders if he reminds you of yourself from long ago. i will not let you lose your love again, he thinks when you offer him a hand through the flames. he takes it, wishing he could pull you out of the flames that glow golden once your hands meet. never again.

“at this moment, i hereby renounce my title as monarch of the abyss. let what is left of us hear my last order; that aether will take my place as your prince, now and forevermore.”

and with that, the flames begin to burn even hotter. but aether stays, ignoring the look of surprise and questioning on your face as he hooks his pinky with yours.

“500 years,” he whispers, almost desperate as the golden flames sear his skin, “500 years is all i’ll give you to come back to me. that is an order.”

it’s the first and only chance he has to demand something of you, now that he is the prince and you are dying. despite the flames eating you alive, you smile at him once again, bittersweet in a way your love has always been. aether wishes he could kiss you.

“anything for you.”

and with those three words, you’re gone. aether stands in front of the charred pillar, breathing out a sigh. the world continues to burn around him, but he simply stares at the place you once stood. the gods wouldn’t even leave your ashes, he thought bitterly.

he doesn’t, or just can’t, dwell on it. aether kneels before the pillar one last time, head hung low, before he stands up and leaves to search for what is left of the army you gave him.

it will be a long 500 years.

— If Only

[Pairing/s: Teru Minamoto x Reader]

Genre: angst?

Warning: swearing, unrequited feelings fufu.

Note: I don't know where I'm going with this, all I know is I want a Teru angst.

Of course it wasn't you, and you know it can't be you but it still hurts like a bitch. You lay on your bed staring at the ceiling as you try to process what Minamoto Teru had said earlier when you asked him for help in rescuing Aoi and finding number 7.

"He likes Aoi-chan," though after his words he play it off as a joke but you know he meant it, you knew deep inside your guts that he meant it, from his body language to the way he looked when he said those words.

"It makes sense now, but Akane-kun wouldn't like it," turning to your side you hug a pillow and hid your face in it, drowning yourself in your thoughts that is slowly being filled with insecurities that you had pushed away before.

"If only I was smarter or maybe prettier, would he-"

You stop yourself before you could even finish, cause deep down you know he still wouldn't look at you or see you the way he does to Aoi- because you're not Aoi.

If only you were Aoi...

"What am I thinking, I shouldn't even be thinking about that" You sigh getting up to grab your phone on your nightstand, scrolling to your social media to distract yourself from your thoughts.

"If only the mokkes were here, I might feel a little bit more better" you mumbled, heart stings from the lost of a friend and the reminder of your unrequited feelings.

"If only Teru likes me..."

Honestly I don't like it but whatever.