#mlbb angst

Dyrroth -

It was unfair. Life was unfair since they took the Princess' brother, the light and joy of the whole empire. You didn't meet him, of course. But you sure did hear a lot about how adorable of a baby he was. And how tragic the kidnapping was for everyone. You were pretty sure he was about your age, but why would you think about that when he's gone? You have no idea.

Maybe because it was the mental image of him older? Or maybe because you're just lonely in your own house. Either way, you think about the lost prince a lot. You even heard rumors that he's been coming to the forest, near the empire ever since the war ended.

That's why you found yourself dozing off in the forest a lot, instead of doing your job that you already forgot about in the first week. It was just something about the prince that made you think about him a lot. Would he have showered you with gifts as a friend? Would he have hugged you tightly as a sibling? Would he have kissed you a lot as a lover?

Well, in this faithful day, you're about to find out.

It was just a normal day of you roaming the forest. Almost normal, if you hadn't run into someone while you were sneezing. Of course you had to run into someone, why wouldn't you do that? You're you, after all.

"I'm so sorry!" You exclaim out of instinct, rubbing your head and reaching down to help the person below you, up. Due to your closed eyes, you couldn't see, but it was probably for the best. It was his voice that made you stop dead in your tracks, hand still holding the person's. Or, more accurately, Dyrroth. "I'm... sorry as well."

You weren't sure about the hesitation in his voice. You couldn't think, a future ruler of the Abyss was talking to you, the missing prince that you have been thinking about since forever! "Are you blind or something? Can't you open your eyes?" Dyrroth asked you, annoyance being heard in his voice while his hand tried to shake away from yours.

Only then did you pull away and turn your head to the side. Hand shaking from your anxiety. You thought he was gonna kill you right then and there— until you felt the soft touch of hands covering yours. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanted to breathe from... well, if you know, you know where." His voice was weak, like he was truly opening up to you— a stranger he barely know of.

"Breathe? How am I gonna trust you?" You asked, slowly turning your head and; Hopefully meeting his face. It was silent, until he finally reminded you that; "You have no choice." You wanted to slap yourself for being so dumb, of course you had no choice! Sighing, you peaked from your left eye and looked at the demon infront of you.

He looked miserable, his eyes were puffy and his... outfit was messy. "You look horrible.. did you fight someone?" You asked, slowly reaching down to brush the excess dirt off his belt. He watched you intently. After his fight with Alice and him, he was desperate for some form of comfort from what you're doing. "You could say that." He answered after awhile.

You pursed your lips before pulling him to a nearby rock, sitting him down to ease the probably tension in his legs. Then, you asked; "Do you.. wanna talk about it, or something?" The look on his face says that he does, but he didn't answer.

He found it hard to believe that a stranger would be worried for him. He threatened you too! You should have been running away, and yet..

"If you hate it there. Why don't you come back? Why would you let those demons hold you captive when you know they need you alive to rule the Abyss?"

Your question made him stunned. The Abyss was his home, and he'll never hate it! The only thing was that he was scared. He was getting enraged, you were gonna be killed if you stay there with him. Before he could even think of saying it himself, the emotional part of him said it himself. "Shut it... don't say things like that."

You flinched slightly at the tone of his voice. But you didn't let up, and instead moved your hand to brush the dirty hair away from his face. His eyes glowed softly upon feeling your touch. "How about you say it? I'll listen until you let the feelings off your system." You offered, smiling cheekily at his silence. 'Hopefully he comes to his senses right after.'

"Say it? I only kill unworthy demons if I get emotional." He stated, brows furrowed while he subconsciously reached up to pull your hand off his hair. You simply laughed. Following up with a half-hearted joke. "Whoever took care of you is a bad influence."

Well... that joke probably set him off. Because you were pushed off the rock, and you found him gripping his horns. "Alice is not a bad influence! She helped me live! She took care of me with Thamuz!"

Alice and Thamuz..

You didn't hesitate, and went up to him. Hugging him tightly and not letting go, even when he continued to struggle from your hug. He didn't know what to do, you were in so close proximity that he should feel threatened. But he felt comforted instead! 'Thamuz wasn't wrong about violence, this was a form of violence. Right?!'

Dyrroth repeated every lesson from Thamuz in his head. He wanted so badly to push you off, but he also wanted to pull you closer. In the end, he gave in to his feelings and hugged you back. Sniffling from how emotionally conflicted he felt.

Ever since that day, he didn't stop visiting the forest to see you. He didn't stop learning the ways that he should've been learning, and he eventually... well, it's up to you to decide if he breaks free from Alice's influence or not.

Zhask -

The swarm... it was something you refused to go along with. Yet, Zhask continued the plan to devour every single ounce in the universe. You feared that your lover wasn't yours anymore. But you know he wasn't yours to begin with. You only trusted his words on his confession to you.

He had always been good with words. Swooning you with creative compliments, showing affection that no one had probably never thought of, treating you better than anyone.. was all of that to make you fill the role of his royal lover? A royalty who's purpose is to stand next to the king proudly, and help them in everything?

Because it certainly doesn't seem like that. He never lets you get in the way of his decisions, he's always ordering you around and never letting you tell him what's rational and not. He made you seem defenseless since, and you were more than frustrated after he had fought with another one of the planet's warriors and won without counter.

You desperately wanted to help, to pull yourself away from Zhask's grip as he attacks, and sends the swarm towards the person. But who were you to break free from your lover's grip? If you could even call him that..

As Zhask defeated, yet another attempt of someone assassinating him, you slowly started to break down. Tears falling down your cheeks and sniffles escaping your torn body. You hoped Zhask would ignore you like usual, but this time, he went ahead and looked at you. Adrenaline instantly disappearing upon seeing you crying.

'Why are you crying? Don't you feel how powerful we are? Don't you feel the bliss in having people attack you, but fail?'

For the first time, Zhask wasn't sure about why you're crying. Usually, he only had to reassure you that everything was gonna be okay, and kiss your tears away. But he.. couldn't do those things to comfort you. How can he comfort you? His precious lover?

He was too lost in thought to notice you were looking straight at him, hand clenching his staff as an odd thought came to mind. "Why.. Zhask?" You spoke, breaking Zhask away from his thoughts to comfort you. For the first time in awhile, he noticed how hurt your eyes look. The natural glow from them was fading, and you were trembling..

"Why.. what? We're gonna destroy everything! Can't you feel the satisfaction from that? Why are you even crying?!" The way he raised his voice made you flinch, as the continuous distruction from the swarm flowed through your ears. "Do you see how you ruined millions of species lives because of the swarm?!"

"Who cares about the species! We're still alive, aren't we?!" God, how you hated it when he treats others like they're trash. You couldn't believe him, so you were crying even more. Although this time.. the staff you and him were holding floated away, and instead— You were being held by Zhask instead.

The silence that followed, suffocated Zhask's thoughts about destroying every universe. He wanted to hear something from you.. something to made him feel powerful again when he's not destroying planets. But alas, only your occasional sniffles could be heard.

"My star.."

In any day that you couldn't hear the swarm, you would smile in joy. You would, if you just couldn't hear anything anymore. Even his voice. "Please come home, stop the swarm for a bit, or just leave them." You choked out, in between sobs. Earning Zhask the voice he wanted to hear, but not the tone and words he desired to hear.

Your hands tightened, and you sobbed into his chest. He was conflicted on whether or not he should stop to comfort you. If he does, the swarm will be left alone, and enemies may be able to kill them, furthermore, your planet will be destroyed from how exposed all of you were. "Please, Zhask." You pleaded, unaware that he was thinking about a way to spend time with you— Without letting anyone of his people die.

"Shh.. my star. Let me think, okay? I'm not gonna let this opportunity go for you, for us." He whispered to you, his claws running down the scales on your back— You felt the need to hug him tighter, but you were afraid to crack his body in half. So you held back, and subconsciously watched the staff float around you two. Your peripheral vision could see the swarm, but you kept your focus on the staff.

The feelings both of you developed was so complicated. It makes you dizzy, like you are right now. Tears was still flowing freely, and Zhask hasn't given you an answer yet. Was he just gonna tire you out so you can sleep? If so, it was definitely working, you crying was earning him a favor.

"We're gonna have a nice and long talk, okay, my star?"

"I don't want to talk.. Zhask."

"I know, my star, but you're confused as to why, correct? If we discuss it together, maybe we could understand each other.."

You let out a small cry in disapproval. But eventually, he whispered the words that made you hope he has a chance of redemption.. "Your love can't overcome my desires of destroying everything, but our love together may prove otherwise.."

"I don't want you to say our love may prove otherwise, I want to know if you truly love me!" You shouted, ears ringing after the swarm made a shout, a shout that you only hear if Zhask orders them to kill.. Did Zhask just try to kill you? What were you to him, really?!

"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry my star. I shouldn't have gotten so.. oh no.." Zhask panicked, nuzzling his covered mouth to your tear stained face. Another way to try and comfort you, but it didn't work. You were so scared, his creation was barely pushing its claws againts your scales, and you cried. Zhask couldn't see it, and pulled you closer, making you stop feeling the sharp claws againts you.

"My star, please don't cry, lets talk together, we're lovers. You're my lover. And I love you, I love you.."

Hopefully, his words are true, just like he said.. He loves you.

It was a miracle, how someone like you landed a relationship with Hayabusa. Most of the town knew that he was arranged to marry Hanabi, everyone meaning you as well. You were often called a 'homewrecker' for making Hayabusa 'confused' of his feelings. Even Kagura could have landed a better shot in winning Hayabusa's heart, and his parents. Which is something that you; can't do. Both of them were drop dead gorgeous, Hayabusa could have easily won them over, or be won over by them.

So why did it have to be you?

Why did it have to be you that caught his eye everytime you walk by? Why did it have to be you that he secretly asked out before everything went public? Why did it have to be you that stole his heart the moment you became friends? Why? It was the same thing every day, you notice him and the two girl's chemistry grow into an even bigger one, while the townsfolk shame you for something you couldn't control.

Rinse, repeat, recycle as they say. But recycling those everyday incidents breaks you bit by bit. Not healing, not reseting— as if the previous day didn't matter. Of course it does! Gosh, you were a mess for not being able to talk to that problem with Hayabusa. Everytime you try, it's either your own guardian pulling you back to 'save a marriage', or, a passerby that despises the ever living crap out of you— also holding you back because of the rumor that you seduced the poor man.

Your heart ached at every insult that was thrown at you. And you couldn't even find comfort in your own lover that caused the whole mess. You could always feel your legs shaking when Hayabusa knocks on your door. It wasn't like the good old times that you were simply flustered— No. Everything's even more complicated than that. Every single day when you holed up in your room, you could always overhear the whispers of joy when they thought you were giving up. Which wasn't far from the truth.

Every day, you found yourself being lost. Lost of the person you once was. You wonder how you became the person you were before. Were you caring? Did you take so much information so you could babble about useless things that people won't even listen to anyways? How did you even dress every day? Did you wear robes? Dresses? Kimono's? Who were you to everyone, before you became the 'homewrecker'?

Everytime you peak out to see what was up, and hopefully have a moment of silence to yourself in the forest. You'd find the horrible image of Hayabusa either talking, or flirting with Hanabi or Kagura. Literally draining out every emotion and energy you had to try and calm yourself. You'd find yourself in the room after seeing the sickening image, shaking and crying to the point where you'll get thirsty, and pass out every hour— Because of the fear of going out, you couldn't quench your undying thirst.

Your brain wasn't even on your side. It'll force itself to create sickening images of Hayabusa with Kagura. Having a picnic, while Hanabi's training with him, and laughing when one of them falls to their butt. Hell— You'd even hyperventilated after waking up from that image. But no one was there to help you, not your 'friends', not your family. Not even Hayabusa. Did he even notice your absence? Did he even realize the shit talk people were giving you?

To put it simply, no. He had not. He kept being distracted, and having so much fun with his childhood friend— That he failed to notice the heartbroken eyes on him. He failed to notice your shaky body before you locked yourself in. And he failed to hear the whispers of joy that you clearly heard. It could have been a whole year of not realizing you were gone— If only your sibling hadn't come back from their scouting for more supplies.

If it had not been for your sibling, he would have failed to hear the loud cries of help when your sibling found you— Barely even heaving in your state. If it had not been for your sibling, he would have never remembered the; Still current state of your relationship. And if it had not been for your sibling... well. Hayabusa would have been crying over your grave. But he's not.

He's with you, drowing out your sibling's exclaims of how arrogant he was for not taking care of you, and drowing out how your sibling made your guardian choke on their own blood. Just like how you choked in your tears. Everyone was shitty to you, even him. If not for your sibling... you might've just rotted in your own room for months, until someone came to check on the foul smell. Not to check on you, but for the horrid smell.

Five days. Five days of absence and ignorance, this is the result. An empty husk of the person he loved the most. He has hopes he could revive you, bring back peace to your soul that has received nothing but abuse for finding love. Love that he could have cherished, the same way you cherished every moment with him. Stupidity, and ignorance. He despises them, but acted on them out of pure bliss, bliss from the people that helped cause the whole thing. His two other friends. Not because they spread the rumor themselves, but because they were always, and perfectly paired with Hayabusa. How ironic was that?

Oh, how he wished to go back in time to check up on you, even before you started losing your mind over the whispers of the townsfolk. He'd kill everyone in the village he's bound to protect, just to bring you back. If not, get a reaction out of you. Because right now, you're only staring at a previously hot bowl of soup. It'd turned cold from how long you were looking at it. He could see you weren't the same. The eyes, it was the one that gave it away. Those lifeless, and sunken eyes that made you look like death. Truthfully, He was the cause of it.

He knew he was the last person you'd want to talk to, but he still had to try. He reached his hand out and gently urged the bowl up, to his relief— You obliged, and let the bowl press between your lips, and let the soup run down your throat. In any other occasion, you would have choked. But for some odd reason, you didn't, and downed the whole thing in one go. The bland taste of cold soup lingered in your mouth. But it helped with your cannibalizing stomach.

The tension was unbearably thick for Hayabusa, seeing you motionless and not moving drove him insane with guilt. He could barely picture your awestrucking image, or hear your voice. It was faint in his mind, and he couldn't help but groan quietly. He hadn't even felt your hand without his gloves. That didn't happen, and now— He craved to feel it. Hope was something he hadn't been desperate of, but he's plenty desperate of it now. He looked up to see you, eyes closed and breathing softly. Of course you had to sleep.. everything literally and figuratively punched you in the face, after all.

"Just one second.." He whispered to no one in particular, immediately taking off his gloves in one swift movement before lacing your fingers through his. Your hand felt cold to the touch, but the warmth he felt after feeling your hand felt nice. One second became an hour, as he had fell asleep on your thigh. You weren't oblivious of course, you saw how he doubted himself before finally holding your hand. There was some sense of comfort to that, but you weren't eager to cherish it. It didn't feel the same. Probably because he didn't have his gloves on, but still..

Days. It took days for you to go back to 'normal'. You moved around a lot more, and have recovered from your physical trauma. But not mental one. When Hayabusa was finally able to hug you— He was immediately punched in the gut by your words; "Things aren't just gonna magically go back to normal from a hug. It isn't the same anymore." From that, he became restless and grew more fearful at the thought of losing you. He just got you back, but you had your relationship in the tips of your fingers...

You could drop everything, and leave him rotting his brain from overthinking. Though.. that wasn't how you were. A part of you that your mental health left was your kindness, and giving attitude of agreeing to give him a second chance. Hayabusa swore that the gods gave him a chance he didn't deserve. But considering that he could be re-living the bright relationship he had with you, how dumb will he be to refuse?

Chances that will be used for a good intention is something that you can take. He can take in this case. He would take every chance to be with you, and just cherish you— Like how you cherished him. At night, he would sneak into your house to whisper loving things to you to help you sleep. He won't make the same mistake again.

Call him obsessed, because he won't care. As long as he knows he's putting you into consideration. That's all he needs to keep on living, without guilt..

Yin had been travelling through thick and thin, just desiring to find the place they call Moniyan Empire. His desire to get rid of the darkness in his heart distracted him, to the point where he ignored your obvious calls for him to stop.

You, on the other hand, was well acquainted with the forest he was going through, and had to jump over to pull him back before he could fall through the ravine. That's how Yin met you! Or you met Yin if you're grammatically concious. Which wasn't far from the truth, with you being great at english at all— Yin had to stop himself from touching you upon realizing his mistake.

He resorted to bowing instead to show his gratitude. Which for you, seemed adorable. Yin took one glance at you, and realized you must be a local, and asked where the Moniyan Empire was. At first, you were confused as to how he pronounced it— concidering your accent. So it took you awhile, a few retakes to recognize what he meant. The frown that appeared right after frightened Yin, because of your previously cheery attitude dropping so quickly.

But the reassuring words he heard right after soothed his worries. With a quick swipe of your hand, he followed you, filled with hope and butterflies in his stomach. Though you only talked once— Which was when he wasn't listening, he could feel himself grow an attachment to you. You weren't any different.

After telling him how long it'll take for the both of you to reach desired location, both of your hearts were suddenly in sync. A connection so rare to find, it was unbelievable that you both felt that connection with each other. Considering the two of you were previously strangers. Only meeting by an inconvenience and travelling together because of your kind heart.

Yin could see himself with you, probably in you if he squints. Not in that way you green minded people. God, it was unbelievable, even surreal to hear your voice saying how long both of you were gonna be glued together. He felt that it was unfair, only a few weeks— How cruel was the world to only provide a few weeks of bliss, and change it to agony in seconds?

He felt that time moved faster whenever he felt blissfully growing inlove with you, he thinks it was unfair. He thinks that he deserves a bit more time, considering the consequences and little sanity he has when he first travelled alone. He felt it was unfair, watching you catch fish to eat with him, cuddle with you for warmth. Only to find it missing, with you already packed to leave the next morning. It was unfair..

You could agree with him. You knew how badly a relationship could affect someone's life, though you keep falling, and falling inlove with Yin. Both of you had to suppress it, for the sake of not wanting to let go of each other as you finally reached the gates of the Empire. Yin could feel himself getting attached to you harder, as he turned around to see you smiling, walking backwards and waving like an idiot. Deep down, he could tell you wanted to cry— To run into his arms and beg for him to stay with you.

Conversations were never apart of your journey, but damn. Yin wished he could have had more with you, instead of just listening, and being awestruck with your voice. Unfair, he told himself it was unfair after seeing you run away from him. It was unfair to watch you leave your feelings, and push a mountain of guilt onto his shoulders.

It was unfair to be pulled back by his awaiting visitors that you— apparently sent to stop him from running after you. Even with the large, and overwhelming strength he now has. His emotions were stronger, and even more overwhelming as he sat to his knees and cried. Wishing for your touch again, wishing for your cuddles, wishing for your smile. God.. the world was truly unfair.

It was made clear to Yin that; He could never find peace, not when he saw your still fighting body being thrown to a pit of fire during one of his missions to pull the darkness away from his heart.

When Khufra first took care of you since your mother's death, he was the most amazing father you could ask for.

Breakfast in bed, training outside in the sandy surroundings, bathing you in cold water— and more.

He made you feel like royalty— royalty that you took for granted... At least, that's what you thought.

The news of an orphan spread across the helpers, and eventually reached yours. A female orphan, that Khufra adopted.

At first, you were overjoyed!— A new sister won't be so bad! You'll take care of her, like your father did to you!

But oh... you were so wrong..

The moment Khufra introduced you to Esmeralda, his fatherly attitude shifted into the most sweetest— to the coldest in the matter of just an hour.

You were so heartbroken when he ditched you in the desert— heartbroken when you saw them dining together in the dinner table. Where you once sat together as well..

When you remembered how he treated you, you brushed off the ache in your chest and talked to your; now sister!

Esmeralda was the sweetest after realizing she was older than you, by a day. And even gave you rare flowers from the desert— it was plucked off gracefully, prior to the walk you all had together.

You saw a sister figure in her, and you would understand how Khufra changed so drastically. Well... you would.

After a few months have gone by— some hurtful words and obvious annoyance was beggining to shine from your father.

You couldn't understand why.. Why was he becoming like that? That's not the father you knew... right?

But. Years had gone and passed, and Khufra's abuse and favoritism was becoming unbearable to you. You had no comfort— Esmeralda was busy doing something with your father all day in a certain time of the months.

You decided yourself that you should investigate—

You asked, and asked, and asked, until you broke something. Triggered something in him that made your breathing become staggered.

"Enough! Shut up you useless brat! Esmeralda is more suitable to be my child, than you. A killer!"

Tears pooled around the tips of your eyes, and you blinked, a few tears falling down your cheeks.

"You killed my wife ever since you came into this world! What did you do to help me conquer the world? Nothing!"

Your knees were failing to hold you anymore as the door behind him slowly opened.

"These past few years that Esmeralda has been with me, she made me grow stronger! Stronger than you ever had made me!"

Finally, a slap. A harsh, slap that made you tear up and stumble behind you. Your heart was racing, and your mind was formulating all sorts of emotions at once—

You were useless.

A killer.

A burden.

Nothing.

Khufra's heart has always been cold. Colder than any icebergs in this hot, windy desert. He put up an act in hopes of finding potential in you. But he was too impatient. And shoved you off his priority list after finding Esmeralda.

The one and only. She was standing, watching the scene unfold, and watching you. Her sibling, get shouted at by her adoptive father.

After Khufra told you to leave immediately, you did just that. Legs shaking while running to your sorry excuse of a room.

Esmeralda followed shortly after, hesitating to knock after hearing the soft sniffles from behind the door. That's how she decided to leave you alone for the night.

Well... that night... that night showed you a chance of escaping.

You took it without a second thought.

Perhaps you'd want to imagine yourself with the Laboratory 1718 Creations?

Angst?

Fluff?

Smut?

Or may you be more interested in the Erudito Folk?

Angst?

Fluff?

Smut?

Well, if you're here, are you a masochist needing to be able to imagine yourself with the Abyss Demons, or the ones who've been cursed by them?

Angst?

Fluff?

Smut?

Maybe you want to meet the people who live in the Cadia Riverlands?

Angst?

Fluff?

Smut?

Mayhaps you're interested in the cold winterland of the Northern Vale? Maybe even the nearby residents that are fighting for the Aurora Heart?

Angst?

Fluff?

Smut?

Are you urging to be part of the people who are protecting the Twilight Orb? Be side by side with the person gifted by the Gods?

Angst?

Fluff?

Smut?