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A Meeting in the Rain
Summary: A meet cute between reader and Morgen Faust. Genre: fluff Word count: ~900
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A wet drone filled the air and an autumn-like chill ran up my spine.
From under an outdoor awning, I stared up at the grey sea in the sky.
Guess I should’ve brought an umbrella after all, I bemoaned my circumstance. Then again, maybe if I had brought one, the skies would’ve cleared to mock me regardless.
I’d lost count of such incidents.
There I stood, hearing the dull sound of the rain and trembling from the cold. I hoped that the storm would pass quickly or at least lighten up the slightest bit. After a few minutes, though, it was clear that this storm was going to last. I stuck my hand out from under the awning and tested the strength of the downpour. The raindrops struck my palm heavily.
If I can escape drowning in this rain, I’ll need to dry off quickly when I get home. I sighed.
Just before I stepped into the rain, a different sound broke through the storm’s drone. The sound of slapping. No, splashing. Unmistakable rapid footsteps in the puddles on the pavement.
I turned my head in the direction of the sound.
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Just saw your new art! Awesome as always~.
Just wanted to say I noticed the kana for Morgen’s name wasn’t quite right. It looks like there’s a へ where ゲ should be. I know you like to be accurate with spellings which is never a bad thing. 🩵
Also you can just delete this. No need to answer it. (^_-)
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Sorry if the pacing is all over the place. I just wrote what came naturally. I hope you like it, even a little!
……….
You held the wrists of your current patient, feeling the steady beat of their heart in their veins and the flow of mana in and out of their body.
“Your condition has fully stabilized,” you told them with a curt nod. “You did well enduring the long recovery time.”
“I was barely here a week thanks to you,” the patient said with a laugh.
“I do my best to serv—”
You were cut off by the doors of the infirmary bursting open with a loud THUD. Three Magic Knights in grey cloaks hurried in, a body carried between them.
Immediately, you stood at attention and went to join the three Knights’ movement.
“Emergency! We need an advanced healer, stat!” one of the Knights—one with black hair that messily went every which way—shouted at the top of his lungs.
“I’ll take care of it!” you proclaimed without missing a beat. “Bring them this way!”
You guided the Knights over to an empty bed. The limp form they had been carrying was laid down. As you examined the patient with your eyes, your ears absorbed the rapid fire information being yelled at you.
Young adult male. Pale skin and shallow breathing. Magical burns across his torso. Bruising on his torso, face, and arms. Light cuts in various places. Apparently, he’d taken an explosion head on to protect a client and had even been blown through a stone wall.
Words were still thrown around you—a name might’ve even been shouted—but you drowned them out, focusing on channeling your magic. As mana coated your hands, you hovered them over the patient’s chest.
Broken bones and internal bleeding but no severe damage to his spine. You took deep breaths and increased your mana output. I can’t take my time with precision right now. I need to stabilize him first.
You placed your hands on the Knight’s stomach, close to his center. Then you began sending slow but strong pulses of your healing magic through his body. You maintained the spell longer than you usually would for a patient until the young man on the bed heaved with a deep breath at last.
His face twisted in pain and he let out a groan before slowly opening his eyes. The young man glanced around through bleary eyes.
“The client… Is he okay?” was the first thing he choked out.
Behind your lips, you gritted your teeth. It wasn’t like you could answer anyhow. All you could do was keep up your healing pulses before you moved onto more specialized techniques.
“That’s what you’re worried about, Morgen?!” the young man with the messy black hair, and broad shoulders now that you paid more attention, snapped at his bedridden ally. “I thought you’d died and you’re worried about that wuss you became a meat shield for?!”
The patient, Morgen, exhaled. Despite that, the tension in his body didn’t release.
“It’s my duty as a Magic Knight,” he muttered.
What noble intentions, you thought. If a bit naive, if you ask me.
Morgen’s right shoulder twitched before his arm slid back; he was moving to sit himself up.
“I wouldn’t advise that,” you stated, placing a hand on Morgen’s shoulder. “I may have stabilized you but you’ll need more treatment which will take a few days.”
For a second, Morgen gazed up at you. You held eye contact, not giving an inch, until Morgen closed his eyes and let out a sigh. A smile, one unable to hide his exhaustion, came to his face.
“I understand. And thank you. I’ll be in your capable hands.”
“Thank you for trusting me,” you said. “Now rest. Conserve your strength.”
Your words didn’t seem to reach though. Morgen laid in bed, still without relaxing his body.
.....
Since that first meeting, you took notice whenever Morgen came to the infirmary.
It was hard not to notice someone as handsome as him. Your co-workers often speculated on his relationship status because of that.
He was also hard to forget with how frequently he came to the infirmary. Sprains, burns, cuts, even broken bones. Over the course of months, you’d seen him come in for nearly every kind of injury imaginable. “I’m terribly sorry to trouble you” or “I hope I’m not a bother” he would often say, looking sheepish as he entered the infirmary if he wasn’t wincing in pain instead. How he could see himself as a bother was beyond you. Morgen was polite, grateful, and obedient.
There was more to him than being an easy patient though.
“Your control over magic is incredible. No wonder you’re so relied on here.”
He always had something nice to say about another person.
“The other day, I saw someone propose to their girlfriend. It was such a beautiful moment.”
The happiness of others brought Morgen joy, even when he was entirely uninvolved.
“Can I ask what kind of snacks you and your co-workers like? I’d like to send you all something as a token of my appreciation.”
Thinking of others came second nature to him.
When did you become so aware and attached to Morgen, you wondered whenever you were alone. When did that smile of his become so precious? Did anyone else you worked with know where each of Morgen’s faded scars was on his body the way you did? Why, when Morgen asked for your advice on how to use healing magic, did your heart flutter?
Is this what love feels like? You touched a hand to your racing chest, feeling the rapid beat underneath. This warmth and lightness, that must be it.
But the more that love grew, the more you noticed something else about Morgen…
“Oh this is nothing compared to the satisfaction of a job well done.”
“I’m only doing my job, nothing big.”
“I’m glad the recovery was quick. It means I get to go back to doing what needs to be done.”
“It’s my duty, so I don’t mind getting hurt along the way.”
Words like those from Morgen filled you with unease.
.....
You came to the infirmary for an overnight shift, your main duty being to check on patients in private quarters for potential updates on their conditions and aid them if need be. As you closed the door to one room to let the patient rest in peace, you heard a crash from a different room nearby. No hesitation, you bolted towards the noise until you found the room where slow shuffling and labored breathing was heard from within.
Your stomach sank recognizing the room number.
Of course it’s him.
You swung open the door. The scene inside was Morgen, on one knee and leaned against the wall as he was halfway to the door. The covers of his bed were pushed aside and the table beside the bed was knocked over. A wood vase spilled water and flowers on the floor.
“What are you doing?!” you yelped as you rushed to Morgen’s side and helped him up. “You were prescribed two weeks of bedrest. And that’s the minimum. Morgen, if you try to push yourself—”
“I can’t sit around waiting…”
Morgen’s head hung low. His hair formed a curtain around his head, making it impossible to tell what face he was making.
“I was supposed to be part of the front lines during this battle with the Diamond Kingdom but I was defeated so easily. Now I’m here while my friends are fighting without me.”
“Because you were in critical condition and you need to recover,” you said. Your voice came out weaker than intended but perhaps you had instinctively matched Morgen’s volume.
“I thought I could be better, stronger.”
Morgen began to waver until, even with you supporting him, he crumpled to the floor. You managed to keep your arms around him and slow the fall. The resulting position was the two of you, kneeling on the floor and Morgen leaned against you, his head resting on your shoulder.
“Do I really deserve to be a Magic Knight if I’m in a state like this? Have I been able to do anything for anyone?” Morgen’s breathing grew louder, deeper. “I keep failing…” His body began to curl up, into yours. “I’m never strong enough…”
One drop. Then two. Followed by a few more.
Hot tears were falling onto your shoulder.
“Morgen… You’re… I think…”
Your words drifted away, useless in the moment.
So you wrapped your arms around Morgen in an embrace.
The room was quiet. Not even Morgen’s crying disturbed the stillness of the dimly lit room. You hugged Morgen as he pressed himself into you. Morgen wasn’t heavy but he felt weightier than usual. Like there was something pressing down on him. It felt wrong.
Why do you have such a warped view of yourself?
The question came to mind as you observed Morgen’s state. It remained stuck there until you were unable to keep your eyes open, let alone on the young man in your arms.
The last thing on your mind before it all went dark was, Maybe if I told you… You’d see yourself differently…
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“Thank you for all your hard work,” he would say while shaking your hand and meeting your gaze unfailingly.
Once, you received a handwritten letter from him, congratulating you on a recent promotion and suggesting a cafe to treat yourself at. It had you smiling for the rest of the day.
You wanted to cherish the giddy feeling Morgen gave you.
But that feeling was at war with another in your heart.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been here,” Morgen laughed when he dropped by to check on a fellow Grey Deer at the infirmary. “I’m a lot stronger, and even when I get hurt, I’m good enough to heal myself so I haven’t had a need to visit. My apologies for that.”
Even when he had to come in and stay for extended periods, you and your colleagues would catch him healing himself to speed up the process.
Your worry for Morgen always lingered in the back of your mind.
You couldn’t even ask Morgen why he was always endangering himself on the job. He’d already told you the answer so many times.
“It’s my duty. If I must, I will give my life for the sake of the kingdom.”
But what did Morgen want for himself? You realized that he had never spoken about such a thing.
So one day, after giving him a routine check-up, you dared to ask.
His answer?
“I want to be someone strong enough to protect everyone and everything I care about.”
“Oh, that’s…” You chewed your lip, trying to find something.
“It’s unrealistic, I know,” Morgen laughed at himself and dragged a hand through his hair.
No, that’s not it. You stared at Morgen and the blithe grin he often wore. Your one wish is… It’s not even for yourself. That worry for Morgen that your heart trembled with turned into a crushing ache. “I think you of all people could make it a reality.”
Morgen’s eyes went wide and he suddenly grabbed your hand. His touch was warm but against your skin which felt numbed, it felt searing.
“Do you truly believe that?” he asked, leaning towards you.
“Well… Yeah.”
“Ah ha…” Morgen blinked a few times. Almost like he was forcing back tears. “Thank you.” He gave your hand a squeeze. “It feels good to be believed in.” Then, he let go of your hand.
But you wanted his touch back, even if it burned.
You maintained your composure as best you could until Morgen left. It wouldn’t do to have Morgen worry about you when you already worried about him. Once alone, you fell against a wall and sighed.
“So that’s it,” you muttered to yourself. “Everything I feel for him… It’s pointless.”
If you couldn’t give your feelings to the one they were meant for, then they were trapped.
Now slumped on the floor, you wondered if the weight on Morgen you felt that night many months ago was something similar. If it was Morgen’s own feelings trapped inside and weighing him down.
And there was nothing you could do about it. Morgen wouldn’t have let you if you tried.
@loosesodamarble OMGGGG THANKKK YOUU SO MUCHHH THIS IS AMAZINGGG 😭 ! HOW ARE YOU AND @ blackcloverenthusiast SOOO UNDERRATED!!!! 😩💗 I hope you two would make some stories more and I'll REALLY look forward to it!! SO EXCITED TO SEE WHAT STORIES WILL YOU TWO COME UP WITH IN THE FUTURE!! 😚
I heard you were requesting some angsty xreader fic to read. I didn't comment on your post initially because I wanted to start putting something together before making any promises.
I do have something in the works, I just need to do a proof read of it. But once I've done that, can I send it in?
Please do!! 🥺 And take your time though—I'm really excited to see what you come up with! 💗
What if?... (2)
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So yeah, my "what if" came true and.....
A hundred of chapters have passed already and yet, we still don’t know a damn thing about this dude... LIKE BIATCH, LUCIUS ALREADY SHOWED UP AND YOU'RE STILL NOT REVEALED YET?! •᷄ࡇ•

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I did my absolute best, so I hope you like it! I know it isn't super super angsty, but I hope you like it still!
Working To Death
You were pretty worried about Morgen. He was working near constantly and almost never took a break. Even when he did, he almost never talked to anyone, let alone you. Although all your friends told you that you were only worried because you liked him, it was really because you knew he often overworked himself. Normally it wasn’t too bad, it was just staying up late and not getting enough sleep until you chewed him out. This time was a bit different though.
Nacht wasn’t much help, just saying he would tell his brother to chill out before leaving. It didn’t help that Morgen’s twin didn’t really know how to deal with being serious. Whatever, you’d do it yourself when you could find time to talk to Morgen. You had stuff to do as well, not allowing you to stalk him until he was free.
The next time you saw Morgen, he was actually taking a break it seemed, sitting on a bench in the park. So, you approached him.
“Hey, Morgen! I haven’t gotten to see you much lately.” You didn’t want to seem too pushy because he got a bit defensive when you were. “How’ve you been?”
Morgen sighed. “Fine. Being a magic knight isn’t that great sometimes. Lately, it’s been very demanding. Captain made me take a break. Told me I needed to rest. What I need is to get the work done!”
You felt bad for him, but he was clearly already annoyed so you decided to be more neutral. “I don’t have as much stuff to do usually, but I can sort of understand. Is anyone else helping you, or, just you?”
“Most of the squad tries, but they never put in enough effort and I have to fix it.” Morgen took a long breath, clearly attempting to calm himself. “I know it isn’t their fault, they don’t get how important it is! But it’s frustrating, especially with all the work piling up.”
“Is your captain telling them to help? A lot of people don’t take things seriously if their actual boss doesn’t tell them to do it. It makes them feel less responsible.” You fidgeted with your hands, unsure of what to say.
“No, our captain isn’t here to tell them to help! He’s always off, looking for magic, just-” Morgen rubbed his eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I just don’t want to rest until I get things done, but they’re never done and no one ever helps.”
You stayed silent for a moment. “Well, if you ever need help with something that I can help with, let me know and I’ll be glad to help. Obviously I can’t do the paperwork, but I can go on missions or such. You know I’m capable.”
“I’ll try to remember that. Thanks. I’m going to get back to work. Could you maybe grab me a coffee? You know my order.”
“Sure thing!”
A few weeks later, and Morgen was perhaps even worse. He was made to take breaks, but you stopped visiting him just to chat because it was obvious he didn’t want to talk every time. You still stopped by to give him coffees and maybe encourage him if he didn’t look too annoyed.
It wasn’t his fault at all, but you still felt your heart break a little every time he clearly didn’t want to talk to you. Unrequited love is the worst for those experiencing it, but your friends were enjoying it, claiming it made good drama. You just couldn’t understand them! Then again, those romance books you read were probably worse.
Back to the issue with Morgen, he was visibly overworked. When you saw Nacht around, hanging with his bestie—even though he’d kill you if you ever said that to their faces—it was clear the twin was less energetic than usual. Just enough to make it clear he was always worried, but unsure of what to do.
You decided you were going to confront Morgen about this. If Nacht wouldn’t, you would. As much as you wanted to say you wouldn’t care if Morgen hated you for this, you would. Instead, you decided to think of it as you would rather Morgen be healthy than anything.
You entered Morgen’s room, ready to scold him into not overworking. But he was asleep at his desk, head laying on a stack of papers. Now, Morgen may not be that heavy, but you were not physically strong enough to lift him regardless. So you used your magic to set him into his bed. You then did the rest of getting him into a comfortable position and then sitting down next to him and falling asleep whilst waiting.
You were eventually woken up by Morgen, who looked a bit… shy? “Did you put me in bed? I- nevermind, thank you.”
You almost forgot why you were here, distracted by how pretty he was. Then you snapped back into it and stood up, startling him. “Alright! I came here with a purpose! Morgen, you’ve been overworking yourself and I’m not letting that happen.” He tried to say something, but you didn’t let him. “I will personally get your squad to help you if you don’t quit it! People are worried about you, including me, and I won’t let you keep making them sad!”
Morgen stumbled over his words a bit, trying to formulate a reply before sighing. “Fine, fine. But there’s so much to do…”
“Hey, you know that guy, what’s his name? With the blue hair? Mushroom looking? Yeah, he seems to be pretty diligent about work! Get him to help you get the squad into shape! Or your captain!” You pointed at Morgen with an accusing finger. “No excuses!”
Morgen couldn’t really say no.
A while passed, and Morgen definitely seemed better. You were glad, but he still didn’t look at you the same way you did to him. You just had to remember he wasn’t required to love you back. You could settle for being friends, for now. At least he was talking to you again! And the squad had mostly gotten into shape. Plus, there was plenty of chances to make Morgen fall for you. Right? -------------------------------------------------------------------------
ALSO SOME RECOMMENDATIONS FROM AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54286960
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34363183/chapters/85507429 (Sibling roles swapped basically for both of em)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/56611462 (Still about Morgen's death)
Anyways hope you enjoy!
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