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"𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜"
He stands there, arms crossed in front of his chest and tapping his foot impatiently.
The dreamy song you were playing on the piano had came to an abrupt stop when he had loudly entered the room.
You blink. Once. Twice. Then look into his eyes searching for something that had told you this was all a joke... but there was nothing.
"Wh-What?"✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:**:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:**:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
A short story where you are a piano player longing to have your hands dance upon the keyboard of a piano again. Ray notices you longing and decides to give you a simple gift for being so gentle and kind at his side.
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A Song For You (Remastered) by starlabyrinth for bad_boy_dan
Fandoms: Mystic Messenger (Video Game)
02 Sep 2024
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“Make me a song.”
At first, you had stood there dumbfounded. Only provoking Saeran further.
“Can you hear me? Or is there actually only air up in that head of yours?”, he stalked closer to you, looking down on you with a scowl. “I’m bored, and what’s a doll to do but entertain me with their pretty little songs?”· · ─ ─ ─ ─ ·𖥸· ─ ─ ─ ─ · ·
Music is a form of therapy, and Saeran needs a whole lot of it.
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"Right." Shifting so that you can kiss the top of his head, you mumble, "So what I'm hearing is I should break up with you and then you'll be absolutely fine."
For a few seconds, Rafayel doesn't say anything, and you become concerned he thinks you're serious. But then he presses into you more, lips grazing against your collarbone.
"That'd be even worse."
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(Previously titled ‘A Nightmarish Dream’)
You are the eyes and ears for Queen Maleficia and her fae army during the Fae-Human war. You are her right hand woman, using your abilities to help protect your home and your son.
You had seen Lilia Vanrouge fight many times on the battlefield. He was strong and powerful, sure, but he was too reckless in your eyes. It annoyed you to no end.
Newly appointed General Vanrouge had grown infatuated with you since he first saw you years ago after a particularly rough battle. While being a general wasn’t something he particularly wanted, there were quite a few reasons why he accepted. One being that he now has more opportunities to get to know you better, aside from the 2 of you throwing the occasional spell at each other.
But is the middle of a war really the best place for love to grow? -
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Fae loved rarely, but when they did, it was an all or nothing event—there was no hesitation when it came to that plunge.
And this scared him.
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“Smile Now, Dear. It’s Sunrise.” by HummingSparrow
Fandoms: Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game)
14 Aug 2022
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{Hey, Matchstick. Can we burn this birdbrain’s tail feathers?} The Lord of the Underworld asked.
‘No. No, we cannot, Lord Bonfire.’ You respond mentally with exhaustion while replying aloud to Headmaster Crowley. “Thank you for providing me shelter.”
{No, no. Hades, for once, has a very brilliant suggestion. This...Crowley...is going to make us stay at this rundown, pest-infested piece of despicable trash...!} Queen Grimhilde hisses in your head. You want to slam your forehead against a wall, hopefully knocking yourself out in the process. Instead, you follow Headmaster Crowley into the deteriorating dorm while Queen Grimhilde continues. {But we should let him suffer first--slowly. Vessel, you should concoct a poison for Crowley. I shall assist you.}
You are so tired at this point.
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In which the Reader is from an alternate timeline of Twisted Wonderland, where there was a great war against Chernabog the Devil. In this slightly different timeline, the Reader finds out that the Great Seven are seen as magnificent, respected wizards by many in the land...and there was no war. The Reader just wants to sleep for a decade at this point, but Fate had other plans for them.
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[Two-shot] You had eighteen hours to go, on a flight next to the man who had stolen your precious window seat.