My Post In A Long Time. Gonna Create A Self-indulgent Series For My Own Satisfaction As Well As Others

LILAC

||This fic will be from Armin’s perspective, then switched to readers perspective! Also be warned, this fic contains dark material and angst, so if you’re uncomfortable with this, then click away, please. Now, read on reader…if you dare!||

Song I listened to while writing

[Armins pov]

“You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you, you’d be like heaven to touch, I want to hold you so much, you’re just to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you…” the record player sang softly as the grandfather clock in the kitchen rang its solemn tune, which indicated that it was noon. I was in a closet, hiding with a scared {name} by my side. I could feel her shaking like a leaf, I’m which I didn’t blame her.

“Oh Armin, you thought you were smart, huh? This really is stupid right! You and I weren’t meant to be together! Come out, come out, wherever you are!” A woman said in a soft but harsh voice. “Oh, where must you both be hiding? Lets make a deal now, shall we? If you show yourself, your precious {name} will be left unharmed. If I do find you both, oh-ho-ho! You don’t want to know what happens then!” She said with a laugh that sounded like a thunderous symphony of storms of rage, anger, and sadness.

“What do we do Armin?! Oh god…” The female next to me whisper-shouted. “I’m gonna die, aren’t I?” She asked, with tears brimming her {eye color} eyes. “No! We won’t die, I promise. I’ll make sure” I whispered, confident, despite how badly I wanted to cry. I couldn’t let her die. Not her. Anyone but her…

The woman’s footsteps grew louder, alongside a sound of a terrifying *click* of the gun held in her hand. Our hearts entered a great crescendo filled with pain and fear. The closet door was slammed open. We were frozen, like statues made of ice, slowly melting in the hot, summer sun.

“Please!” {name shouted} “Don’t hurt him! That is the last thing I want to happen!” She said, hands raised in a surrender. “Please…spare his life. I’d rather it be me than him!” She plead, putting her body in front of mine, creating a shield. “{name}…please….” I pleaded. The woman pointed her gun at her, and I yelped, “Wait! Why are you doing this?!” “Why? Oh Armin, don’t you know? You don’t deserve a woman like her!” She said “You belong with Me! Can’t you see that?” The woman held the gun at {name}’s forehead. “Any last words? I’m feeling nice today” she said with a spine-chilling smile. “Armin, just know that I love you.” She looked at Armin with a sad, but reassuring smile, before turning to the woman and saying with great venom in her voice, “And I hope you rot in hell” her eyes darkened.

[{name}’s pov]

The last thing I saw was a smiling woman with her finger on the trigger. Everyone entered a slow motion, a previous frozen Armin ran to me, but before I could react, I heard a loud bang. I then felt a huge wave of pain, and collapsed. “{name}!!” He cried out, rushing to my side. His tears made my shirt wet, his hands now covered in my blood, trying to stop the bleeding. “Please don’t die on me! I can’t lose you, please” his pleaded with pain in his voice. “It should’ve been m-“ before he could finish, I kissed him. “Don’t cry, Armin. It doesn’t suit you” I said with a small smile before feeling a sharp pain.

I reached out slowly and wiped away his tears with my thumb, which caused more tears to come out. I then saw him get up from my side and walk towards the woman. “Armin…” I gasped before coughing into my hand. “Fuck…” I mumbled, seeing red blood on my hand. “Armin, what are you doing?” I said in a raspy voice. How was I still alive? I didn’t know. He managed to grab the gun from the woman and pointed it at her. A chilling wind entered the room, the curtains danced and the moonlight showed the outline of the woman. Before he could do anything, she looked at him. The last thing I saw were a pair of blue eyes looking back at me with a glare, before she ran out the door.

“Did you see who it was?” Armin asked. “I have an idea on who it is…” I responded. “Okay, I’m going to get some help first, you can tell me later, alright?” I nodded before he went and got some help. After a few hours, I felt my heart rate slowly fade. Doctors rushed to my side, trying to revive me. “The person…who shot me…was A-“ before I could finish, my eyes closed and everything stopped.

[The next day, Armins pov.]

I had been woken up to the news that she died. “Wait…she…died? No she couldn’t…she’s a strong girl she-“ I was told she died and that it was confirmed. I then broke out into sobs. The rest of the day, I was silent. Everyone had known about what happened and rumors started to spread. Who had done it? Well, the answer, {name} did know, and the rest is pretty much history.

|| End note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed…well, I hope you were happy with what I wrote! It’s not really happy either. But hey! I’m glad you read this! I almost cried writing this during English haha 😎 Anyways, take care yall!

-Lucky 🐾||

Up all Night (Akitoya fanfic in honor of my insomnia haha)

||heyyyy guys! I decided to say screw sleep, and I am now doing a fic instead! Is it going to be me projecting a little? Yeah, definitely. Based of a song? Yep! (Up all night - Straykids) I do hope y’all enjoy and if you’re going through something similar, just know you aren’t alone. Also, this one is a hurt with no comfort for my angst lovers out there ;)||

It was another restless night for Akito. With headphones in, playing the same song on loop, Toya sleeping beside him. The faint glow of the computer lit up the otherwise pitch black room. The faint sound of typing also filled the room with the occasional sound of a car zooming by.

Akito often found it extremely difficult to rest, even though his tired body begged for it. Perhaps it was the caffeine he consumes daily is the issue? Either way, all he thought about was to create. Create something, leave behind something to be remembered by. Something for someone, anyone, to be proud of. Akito continued to type, tired olive-green eyes glued to the computer screen on his lap. Hours passed, before he knew it, he reached 4 am. No sign of sleep. “Akito?” A voice called out, sleepy and concerned nevertheless. Akito, snapping out of his trance, looked at the source of the voice. It was Toya, looking at Akito with concern etched on his face. His face…so beautiful…so hand- “Akito?” He calls out again, causing Akito to snap out of his train of thought, responding gruffly with a “Hm?” “Why are you awake? I’m not mad, I’m just concerned…” The blue haired male asked his partner. “I…got carried away” Akito confesses. “Akito…” “Yeah, I know…I can’t sleep” Akito responds with a sigh. “I’ll go back to sleep” The ginger says, a part of him hating himself for lying to his lover. Toya thought nothing of it, going back to sleep. Akito ended up working the rest of the night.

“I need to sleep…”

We eat egg sandwich for breakfast 🍳

-🎤

If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽

Reposting this bc I’m not letting this shit flop

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You in my blurred memories

{Yes, I am back with another fic, this one being angst! Maybe I’ll make something happy in the future? As for now, enjoy this angst~ -Kaveh Also, Tw for vivid descriptions of d3ath, yelling, cursing (?), and swords}

It was seemingly another day of Kaveh not being home. Alhaitham thought nothing of it, not expecting anything strange of it or weird. He was almost never home, it became a nightly occurrence. He would wake up, they would eat breakfast together (and he would listen to his “annoying” rants that he may or may not secretly enjoy), and kiss Alhaitham goodbye, and exit the house. He usually would be back by midnight, only to repeat the process once more. A cycle the both of them grew accustomed to. Sure it was strange, but it was uniquely theirs.

Tonight was different. It was soon midnight, and no sign of Kaveh. He decided to wait longer. 1 am. 2 am. No sign of him yet. Alhaitham grabbed the keys to the house and left. He thought of one place he would be, the tavern. Maybe he’s drunk. He thought. Maybe he had too much to drink and passed out… the thought of him being in such state worried him. It wasn’t until he rounded the corner where he saw a sight he wished to unsee.

“Al…hai…tham” A familiar voice croaked. Blood on the streets, a sword to his stomach. No…no, this is just some nightmare, right? “Kaveh!” Alhaitham cried out. The once stoic mask he wore broke. He dashed to Kaveh’s side. “Who did this to you?!” He asked, his question being answered with shadows.

“YOU BASTARDS” Alhaitham yelled. He saw red, sword now in his hands. “YOU FUCKERS WILL PAY FOR THIS!” He yelled while fighting off the ones who stabbed Kaveh. Bodies now on the floor, Alhaitham’s sword stained with their blood. His attention turned to Kaveh, who seemed to be trying to hang on. “Wait here, I’ll get hel-“ “No, it’s too late” Kaveh interrupted. “Don’t say that Kaveh, it’s not too late! You can be-“ “No. I can’t be saved this time, Alhiatham.” Alhaitham was silenced for a moment before saying “You…you can’t leave me too…Kaveh plea-“ “Do me a favor. Forget me” Kaveh says, before coughing, blood now covering his sleeve. “Kaveh…” Alhaitham says, stunned.

Footsteps were heard approaching. Kaveh took out the sword from his stomach, going to the group of people out for him. “Kaveh, what are you-“ He then froze. There’s no way…Kaveh had a look of determination mixed with a grimace of pain. “If I’m gonna die, I’m dying a hero” Kaveh says with determination. He had no idea what came over him. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, or perhaps the drinks he had that night. His vision glowing a bright hue as he fought, Ahaitham watching stunned. “Kaveh…you…you idiot…” He mumbles, watching Kaveh fight off the perpetrators. He knew it was over once he took the sword out. It was like he was signing off his chances of survival.

”Are you proud of me, Haitham?” Kaveh asks, a smile on his face. He looked so proud, having fought them off. He then collapsed, Alhaitham rushing to him, holding his body. His pulse is weak…

Kaveh is dying in my arms he thought, words being hard to make in this situation. Time was running out, and he felt so helpless, his only love now slowly fading out of existence. “Ka-“ “I know…Alhaitham?” Kaveh says, looking directly at Alhaitham’s eyes. “Yes, Kaveh?” Alhaitham answers, his eyes watery, body now shaking, trying his best to keep himself together. Kaveh then spoke his last words “Your eyes…are so…beautiful…the most gorgeous work of art I’ve seen…” And with a smile, he closed his eyes, never to wake up again.

“Kaveh? Please….don’t leave me alone…”

Taking a break at Lambad’s Tavern!

I watched jjk zero today and I just realized how much contents there is here (not a lot) and I kinda want to post something that will probably end up being a self insert 💀 I’m considering it tho!

I guess wriolette is popular…I’m gonna tell Wrio he’s a genius while I sob in the corner

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Random hc’s wriolette edition (sick editon)

Honestly, I can see Wriothesley being sick the most out of the two

Mans comes home one day and just starts sneezing like crazy. Definitely won’t admit he’s sick until he actually gets sick

As a person who drinks hot water with lemon when sick, I hc him to be that person too. Will refuse to stop working and rest, much to the dismay of Neuvilette

“I’ll be fine it’s just a small cold” *Wakes up the next day with a fever* “…okay, maybe it isn’t just a small cold-“

Idk why, but I see Neuvillette to be the type to make something warm for Wrio to eat, like some soup. He would do some light scolding cuz he’s just genuinely worried

Anyways, that’s all, take care out there folks -🐺

Happy Valentine’s Day to my reader, followers, and everyone in between! Ily guys ❤️ -Lucky 🐾