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Rintaro watches Kaiya, and nine times out of ten, he's the most through, loving husband and father you could ever ask for. He’s mindful of what he’s doing with his daughter, but still leaves her a small amount of independence that lets her little six year old mind thrive.

But one out of ten, he crumbles. This time, is the one.

Rintaro’s finally splurged money on this game to play with osamu and akagi, and both of them are finally on, so he happily sets up Kaiya next to him while he plays, giving her coloring books and toys to make do with quietly.

When she gets bored with that, she curls up on Rintaro’s lap, tiny hands playing with his hair and hitting him with pillows.

Then, finally, after too much normal… she speaks.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, angelface?"

"Wanna be like you," she says, climbing off the couch and rocking back and forth on her heels. “Wanna look like you daddy…” Rintaro flashes a smile and turns to her, pausing the game and turning to her, leaning forwards to kiss her tiny nose akin to yours.

“Kaiya, you can be anything you want to be,” he says, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “Mommy and the twins are gonna be home soon, so let’s surprise her, okay?”

“Okay daddy!” She squeals excitedly, her feet toddling back down the hall to the playroom. Rintaro chuckles and shakes his head as he unpauses his game, shooting the enemies and doing a terrible job of censoring when he loses.

He barely processes when you get home, only snapping him out of his zone when you kiss his head and he jumps a foot in the air.

“Hey momma,” he says, pausing his game and stretching. “How was the pediatrician?”

“Look dadda!” Sachiko says, showing him her arm which is covered by a my little pony bandaid.

Rintaro blows his eyes wide, “woah! My brave girl!” He reaches up to pinch her cheek playfully, which she giggles from. “How about you Sachie, you got one?”

“Ripped it off in the car,” you chuckle. “Where’s our other terrors?”

“Akito’s playing his games and Kaiya’s playing dress up,” he answers, flashing you a smile. “She wants to be like me.”

Your brows raise playfully, “oh she does, does she? Wants to be a pain in mommy’s butt?”

“Always,” he says, grinning.

You jostle the twins, “come on, let’s go check on sissy!”

“Otay mumma!”

“Yayyyy!”

Rintaro watches as you walk away with the tiny humans, shaking his head and turning back to his game with a smile, satisfied in his fatherly duties and he can’t wait to take pictures with his little mini-me, dressed in his clothes and-

“KAIYAAAA NAAAAAOOOO!”

You scream. Rin’s heart stops.

Immediately, your shriek rocks the house, making Rintaro absolutely leap off the couch, not even bothering to pause his game and making a dash up the stairs to meet you.

He sees the bathroom door open, his tiny twins watching in awe on the floor now while your hands cover your mouth in horror, and akito laughing into his fist having also been roused from his video games. At least he found this amusing.

When Rintaro pokes his head around the corner to see the action, his jaw slacks as his beautiful six year old, his tiny little mini-me and smart little stink-

Has officially cut her hair.

Short.

Just like his.

“Kaiya!” He begins, more in shock than a scold, “what did you do!”

“Wanna look like you daddy!” She cheers happily.

“THATS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT YOU MEANT!”

The two twins waddle into the room to play with the fallen hair from Kaiya’s head, gathering wads of it and trying to pass it to you.

Akito lays a hand on your shoulder, “Ma? You okay?”

Rintaro rubs a hand along your back, “babe…?”

“I leave you… with her… for FIVE. MINUTES!” You scream, and thankfully, it’s met with laughter from the three littlest children in the room. “What-! I don’t even-! When did-! RINTARO-“

“Hey hey, it’s alright!” He says easily, pulling you in for a hug, “it’s just hair baby, it’ll grow back!”

“SHE COULDVE GOTTEN HURT!”

“But she didn’t-“

“Don’t even start defending, Rintaro,” you snarl, and with fury you walk over to Kaiya and scoop her into your arms to inspect her.

Akito claps a hand on Rintaro’s back with a fresh, “good luck,” before turning on his heel to leave the bathroom and let his father be scolded. Rintaro sighs and moves to pick up the twins in his arms, watching you like a scolded child as you check her for injuries.

“I really didn’t know,” he says softly, planting a kiss to Sachie’s hair. “I just thought… she’d play dress up or something. Wear my jersey or something.”

You sigh and fist your hands tightly, “it’s got nothing to do with the actual hair cut, Rin,” you explain. “And you know I don’t care about leaving her for a bit to play video games. But she could’ve gotten so hurt! Where’d she even get scissors!”

Your teeth are gritted together roughly, so tight he wanted to massage your jaw to make it better.

But he’s positive if he touched you, you’d bite him.

“We were doing arts and crafts,” he answers quietly.

You take a deep inhale in through your nose, then slowly release it from your mouth, “come on Kaiya. Show mommy your crafts.” You bounce her slightly with a smile, “daddy’s gotta go stand in time out until he’s 40!”

She giggles while you two leave, leaving him with the twins playing with the collar of his shirt.

“Mumma mad?” Sachie asks.

“Oh yeah,” he chuckles.

“Dadda bad?” Sachiko asks.

Once again, he chuckles and plants a kiss to their heads, making them giggle and plop wet kisses on his cheeks, “ohhh yeah…

“He sure is, girls.”

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iii. coincidence

suna rintaro x f!reader

genre: vampire au, reincarnation au, drama

cw: toxic!exboyfriend! osamu, miya atsumu, cheating, slow burn, slight angst? original character

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When morning came, you got ready for the day, heading to your morning class, dreading waking up. After taking notes and preparing for a short presentation, the day was generally light and not once did you think about the stranger from your dream. At least, not until you were on the subway, commuting to your job.

There was a man who was facing away from you, dark brown hair, tall, broad stature. Your heart began to race, thinking that by some miracle, you’d found him. Excitement bubbled up within you, causing you to take a step forward, tapping him on the shoulder. Expecting to see the same face turn around, you were surprised to see it was someone completely different.

“Oh, sorry– I thought you were someone else.” Now embarrassed, all you could do was keep your head down until you got to your stop.

Walking to the small cafe that sat between a bookstore and a small boutique, you took a deep breath, ready to start a day of work. Hearing the bell chime as you stepped in, you were greeted by your coworker, Alex’s grin.

“Hey,” they nodded as you slid behind the counter, heading to the back room to drop off your bag and to collect your apron. You hummed back a hello as Alex informed you of some worrying news. “Osamu came looking for you.”

You felt your eye twitch, “really? What did you say?”

“I told him you weren’t going to be in today, I could feel there was some weird tension with him, did the two of you break up?” They asked and you nodded, cringing at the circumstances of your split.

“I caught him with another girl,” you sighed, “there goes the last six months.” Alex gave you a sympathetic look, patting your shoulder for comfort.

“If it makes you feel any better, he gave me some really weird vibes,” they pointed out to which you nodded. It wasn’t the most reassuring thing, but it was better than nothing. “Plus you’re super hot, so I’m sure there’ll be more people in the future for you, right?”

You thought of Rintaro– which is what you decided to refer to him by until you learned his real name– and the magnetic presence even the memory of him seemed to elicit inside you. Nodding along with Alex, you got to work as customers began to pile in.

The afternoon slowly bled into evening and you said goodbye to Alex, as they said their goodbyes, telling you to get home safely. You nodded, waiting for the time to pass before you could lock up.

When the last customer finally left, you did just that, collecting your things and bracing yourself for the walk alone, you set off into the night. Walking alone was hard but you did everything you were supposed to do– whatever that meant. No earbuds, brightly lit places and of course, every woman’s favorite accessory: a small can of pepper spray.

Although commuting at night was oftentimes frightful, it was a good time to clear your head and think. Images of Osamu filled your mind, what would he have said to you if you had been at the cafe that morning? Beg for forgiveness? Probably, but then again he was the type to try and make you think the events leading to your break up never happened.

“Hey!” Speaking of the devil. You jumped at your ex’s voice, turning around with a sour look. “Yer coworker said ya wouldn’t be in– guess they were wrong.”

“Can you just get to the point, what are you doing still following me around?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. You were angry that he’d even bother trying to talk to you again, and seeing his stupid face just reminded him of the heartache he recently put you through.

“I needed to talk to ya. Ya stormed out of there without letting me explain myself,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

“What’s there to explain, Samu?” You paused, trying to stop any tears from slipping past your face. “I walk into your apartment, and there’s another girl on the couch? You were practically right on top of her, too.”

“I think yer remembering things wrong, sweetheart.” He hissed, “and it wasn’t some random girl, she’s a family friend. Do ya really think I’d cheat on you?”

“I don’t know who you are anymore,” you replied with a small voice. You tried to keep walking but Osamu still wasn’t done. He probably wouldn’t have stopped until you came home with him.

“Ah c’mon doll, ya don’t really mean that.” He tried catching up with you and just before you turned the corner you stopped to look at him dead in the eye.

“I do mean that, and stop calling me all these pet names,” you scolded him, “I didn’t just break up with you because you cheated but because of how you were treating me those past couple weeks. You used to be so sweet and dotting but something snapped and you wouldn’t even bother to talk to me at the dinner table?”

“Work was stressful! Is that a crime all of a sudden? Sorry I wasn’t kissing the ground ya walk on twenty-four-seven!”

“See, you’re not even listening to what I’m saying!” You were at the point that you wanted to hit your head against a wall, or pull all your hair out, or even both. Yet, the tense atmosphere quickly shifted when someone interrupted your arguing.

“Is there a problem here?” You recognized that voice, you knew that voice. Snapping your head, it was the stranger. By chance, the two of you managed to run into one another. You lit up instantly when your brain finally scanned his features, and by the looks of it, he was surprised to see you too.

Then, you didn’t think all those people who’d claimed to see miracles were so stupid. Feeling his lighter in your back pocket, you knew this was some divine intervention or something, thanking the cosmos for bringing him to you.

“None of yer business, dude.” Osamu glared at him, slowly catching onto the fact that you seemed to recognize him. “What, ya know him or something?”

“We do know each other,” the other man breathed, “or at least briefly, we ran into each other the other night.”

“That’s right,” your voice had become light and airy, similar to that of a love-stuck puppy. “I didn’t catch your name?...” At that point, you’d tuned out your ex-boyfriend, finding yourself lured towards the stranger.

“Rintaro.” You could’ve gasped, feeling shivers run up and down your spin. The dream you had was right, but how could that be? You thought any color had drained from your face as he said that.

“Well then, tell Rintaro to mind his own business,” your ex hissed at you, trying to pull you away but you’d found a new confidence, shaking him off and turning towards the man you’d met the night before.

“No,” you said, “I told you we’re over, stop trying to convince me otherwise.” Osamu was flustered, but he knew he couldn’t start a fight with your new friend watching. He stared Rintaro in the eyes, noticing something off about him. They way the other man sized him up, a cold gaze sending shivers down his spine. But as he huffed out in frustration, he walked away without saying anything else.

“Sorry you had to see that,” you apologized to the tall man still standing there.

Suna shook his head, “don’t worry about it.”

Truth be told, he was more than glad he was led to you, mostly because he had finally figured out what tainted blood was. He was out on his nightly stalk when the overbearingly toxic fume led him right to you and your ex-boyfriend. More specifically, to him.

Everything he’d ever wanted was within his grasp for the first time in over a century. The thought of finally feeling the warmth of the sun again, a feeling he’d forgotten. Yet that was the last thing on his mind; he pictured growing old with you, to push the gray hair from your face and kiss all the wrinkles time had blessed you. For him, it would mean a life well lived and well loved, something that he always thought would be impossible.. It seemed like such an odd thing to want yet he craved it so bad. He could’ve shed tears of joy right then and there but he stopped himself.

“Would you like me to walk you home?” He watched as a twinkle sounded in your eye as you nodded.

“How about until we get to the subway?” You suggested and Suna nodded, explaining that he’d ride it with you too, just to make sure you get there safely.

“Thank you. I’d really appreciate that.” The man hummed in response and as you continued to walk, you mentioned something, “isn’t it such a coincidence that we managed to run into each other?” You managed a small laugh as Rintaro nodded again.

“Almost like we were fated to meet again,” he breathed out, seeing how you’d subconsciously taken a step closer to him. He couldn’t tell what you were thinking, but he would’ve paid anything to know what complexities were in your mind.

Suna wanted to know everything about you, he wanted to know about all the lovely things that you’d been through in your short human existence and he also wanted to hold you gently while you mentioned all the bad parts, too. He’d listen attentively like he once did in the past, playing with the tip of your hair, caressing your heated cheek.

Yet, the two of you didn’t go that deep and from what Rintaro could tell, it was only small talk that the two of you made. It was still nice, though, hearing your sweet voice asking where he worked, if he was studying anything at the moment, if he had family in the city. He was also delighted to hear how you talked about your own schooling, not to mention how you loved the cafe you were employed at.

The two of you hardly realized how quickly it took to get back to your apartment complex until you were finally there.

“This is me,” you sighed, sad to have to part ways. “Thanks for this, Rintaro. Honestly, it was like catching up with an old friend.”

He smiled sweetly, “I feel the same way.” You looked up into his eyes, feeling the energy he radiated and despite having to go, you didn’t want to. It was like two magnets that needed a great force in order to pull them apart.

“I should give you this.” You fished into your back pocket pulling out the lighter he let you use the other day, “before I forget.”

Suna opened his hands to expect it, catching his breath as your fingers graced against his, giving him a moment of your touch before you quickly pulled away. There was an almost heated look on your face as you nodded.

“I need to get going,” you explained, chewing on your tip. The man silently nodded. “I hope to see you soon, you should come by the cafe when you have time.”

“I’ll try my best to,” he promised, watching you walk through the doors, hypnotized by your movements. He didn’t move from his spot on the pavement, not until he saw you step into the elevator through the glass door.

Now, all he needed to do was figure out what to do about that ex-boyfriend of yours that contained the special blood he was looking for.

“I’m telling ya ‘Tsumu I know what I saw,” the man said in his native tongue, on the phone with his twin brother who was across the world.

“Yer telling me ya found ‘em in America? What is this, some blockbuster movie?” Reasonably, the twin was still a bit grumpy from the fact he’d been woken up so early on his day off. He silently cursed the time difference.

“Don’t get petty with me now,” Osamu replied, narrowing his eyes, not like his brother would see, though. “I got shivers when he looked at me, to the bone. Exactly what was in grandfather’s books– the pale skin, the glowing eyes, the broodiness?”

“Ain’t that just all Amercians?”

“Aw fuck off, ‘Tsumu,” he cursed. “I’m telling you, it’s the same vampire who killed our ancestor’s bride. I just know it. It’s some fucking sixth sense.”

“So whaddya gonna do about it?” The blond asked and Osamu sighed, leaning back on his bed.

“I’m gonna kill ‘em.”

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—𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢

iv. my friend, rintaro

genre: vampire au, reincarnation au, drama

cw: fluff, comfort, alcohol, drunk reader, orginal characters, gentlemen rintaro lol

a/n: this is so so, so heavily unedited but i wanted to get the next chapter out for you guys.... even if it's just a bit of fluffy filler. but whatever right! but yes, i think there will be a bit of a delay on the next chapter too just cuz of how life is lol but i hope you guys enjoy this!!

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Three days had passed since your fateful meeting with Rintaro, and in those three days you hadn’t seen him once. You had only worked once as well, and it was a morning shift, wondering if that was why you never saw him. When you saw him last, you cursed yourself as you locked your apartment door, realizing you’d never given him your phone number, decreasing the odds that you’d ever see him again.

Yet, when you arrived for your first night shift in three days, Alex was there waiting for you, ready with interesting news.

“I think you have a stalker,” they said, with a bit of a dry laugh, trying not to freak you out. Raising your head to look at your coworker, you let them continue. “Some guy keeps coming in asking for you, I was kinda nervous it was Osamu related so I tried not to give that many details.”

“What did he look like?” You inquired, heart starting to skip a beat. If it wasn’t Rintaro, then you were in a lot of trouble.

Alex tapped their chin, recalling the details: “tall, taller than your ex. Light brown hair, it was styled a little oddly, very flowy you could say.” That must’ve been him. It was reassuring to know that he did want to see you again. Alex continued, “he had these piercing eyes y’know I don’t know how to describe them. He’s been coming every night and for what? Like the last three days, and every time I look at those eyes I get chills.”

You were practically too stunned to speak as Alex raised their eyebrow. “Should I, like, file a police report or something? Do you know this guy?”

“Yeah, I do.” You felt yourself getting stomach butterflies. “Well, not well at least– I only briefly met him but he’s a really good guy.”

“If you say so,” Alex chuckled lightly, “but maybe give him your phone number next time you see him, y’know so the two of you communicate normally.” It was almost as if they could read your mind, knowing that you were regretting not having done so earlier.

About half an hour passed and still no customers came in. Sometimes, on weekdays it was like this: a ghost town. Tapping your fingers against the counter top, you thought you were going to die of boredom with Alex reciprocating your feelings.

Listening to them groan about waiting to just close up early, you were about to agree when the bell chimed and someone walked in.

Following his similar patterns from the night before, your friend Rintaro standing there wearing a black overcoat, and an attire you could only sum up to Wall Street-esc while his hair was still as wild as the first night you met him.

The moment he looked up at you, you met his eyes and even though Alex had made it clear there was something off with his eyes, you couldn’t understand what they were talking about. His gaze was kind, and his lips slowly but surely tugged into a smile upon seeing you.

“Looks like Mr. Stalker is here,” Alex teasingly whispered into your ear. You nudged them playfully, leaning against the counter, widening your grin.

“Hey,” you breathed out.

“Hello.” Rintaro cleared his throat, “I’m glad to see you’re in today, I was looking for you since the last time we met.”

“Me too, I didn’t know when I’d see you again honestly,” you laughed, regretting the way you phrased it, not wanting to sound rude. “But I mean it’s okay, you’re here now.”

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to make you stressed.” But you quickly interrupted him, reminding him that it was alright.

“Can I get you anything? Maybe coffee or tea?” But Rintaro shook his head, insisting that he didn’t drink anything of the sort.

“I’ll have something sweet, though, whatever you recommend,” he said haphazardly looking at the display case of desserts. You nodded, mentioning you had just the thing.

Watching as Rintaro found a seat, running one pale hand over the other. He mindlessly stared out the window, waiting for you to bring him something. He hoped that you wouldn’t notice how nervous he felt.

The sound of a plate sliding against the table echoed through the empty cafe, catching the man’s attention as he looked at your beaming face. In front of him was a small slice of apple pie, the cinnamon smell filling the air between you.

“On the house,” you said smiling, eyes slowly trailing over to the empty chair in front of him.

“You can sit if you want,” Rintaro offered and you felt embarrassed that he caught you red handed. You explained that your shift was almost over, looking back to see Alex’s sign of approval as you made yourself comfortable.

“I was thinking about how stupid I was not asking you for your number,” you bring up, not wanting to directly ask for it, still feeling a little shy.

Shaking his head, Rintaro informed you, “it wouldn’t have been of any use, I don’t have a phone.” Taking a bit of the pie he hummed, not saying anything to follow up his previous statement. “This is really good, it’s been a while since I ate anything…. this sweet, of course.”

“Wait, what do you mean you don’t have a cellphone? Who our age doesn’t?” That question caught Rintaro by surprise, raising an eyebrow as he tried not to act suspicious, taking yet another fork-full of pie into his mouth.

He simply shrugged, trying to change the subject, “is your shift almost over?”

You looked at your watch about to say no, when Alex’s voice interjected. “She’s gonna leave early, I can manage the place on my own.” They winked at you, signaling that you should go with him.

“I’ve heard good things about a bar nearby, would you like to come with me? Maybe we can become better acquainted?”

“Sounds good.”

The bar was dimly lit and filled with a sad crowd, which was mostly middle aged men desperately not wanting to go home to their wives. Because of that there was a gloomy feeling but Rintaro surely made up for it, with a slight smile.

As the two of you ordered, asking all sorts of personal questions and if you knew any better, you would’ve thought it was a date. Sipping on the drink, you followed his inquiries with your own, asking Rintaro about his childhood. Although, his answers were always so cryptic.

“I haven’t really lived in one place long,” he explained.

“So you were a military kid, huh?” But Rintaro shook his head but as you looked at him in confusion he changed the motion into a nod.

“Something like that,” he said, changing his answer.

Drink after drink, you hadn’t realized how much you had until you looked at the clock and three hours had passed. Your legs felt wobbly, like you were about to fall over at any given moment, leaning your head against Rintaro. You were drunk, the first time in a while considering Osamu hated it when you went out to go clubbing with your friends.

“You should probably get home,” Rintaro pointed out as if it wasn’t obvious. He looked down at your pouting lips and droopy eyes, he had to take you home, he knew that but he couldn’t stop looking at you. Every time he blinked he could see your past life, in a similar position, his heart feeling a foreign swelling.

He paid for all your drinks without a second thought, putting his sturdy arm around your waist, letting you lean your weight onto him. He grunted, trying to get you to follow his steps but he realized that trying to get the attention of a drunk person was easier said than done. Yet, he knew your apartment was close enough that he would carry you if he needed to.

“This way,” he eased you gently and before he knew it, the two of you were outside your apartment building. Suna had to coax you to get your keys out and to punch in the apartment code which after a scary amount of failed attempts, you were finally let in.

“Tonight was so much fun,” your words were slurred as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, smelling the expensive cologne he wore.

“I enjoyed it too, maybe we should do something similar but more formally, like as a date?” The last part of his statement was more of a whisper, scared that you were uncomfortable with getting into a relationship after just getting out of one. He also was praying that by tomorrow morning your memories of the night would be hazy and hard to remember.

“Yes, I want that,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes harshly, “I wanna go to bed,” you groaned. Rintaro nodded, promising that the two of you would be there as soon as the elevator rang, bringing the two of you to your destination.

“I just wanna sleep!” You exclaimed, trying to rip off your shirt. Your friends had always told you that you were a bit of a messy drunk but you never wanted to believe them. Nevertheless, you struggled to strip out of your clothes, not even bothering to acknowledge the fact that Rintaro was still inside your apartment.

Standing in the kitchen, you felt a hand on your back, reminding you that he was there. He suggested going into your bedroom and you hazily nodded, stumbling forward.

“May I help you with that?” Rintaro asked and you were in such a struggle, there was nothing else for you to do other than nod and accept his aid. He removed your shirt, leaving you in just a bra as you covered up.

“Okay now turn around.” You could feel the heat rising to your face, watching as he complied. You took out your pajama shirt, sliding off your bra before putting it on. “Okay you can look now.”

By then, you were wiggling out of your work pants, sitting down on the bed. You shivered as the cold air nipped your skin.

“You should get some rest,” he sat down next to you, seeing how cold you were, “perhaps underneath the bedding?”

“You talk so politely, y’know?” You drunkenly snickered, poking his thigh, “but I like it, I feel like an old timey princess.” Rintaro laughed softly, pulling back the duvet as you rolled yourself underneath the sheets.

“Well you deserve to be treated as such, no?” You only hummed with a content smile as just as Rintaro thought his work was done, he went to stand up, feeling you reach for his arm.

“No, don't go yet, please stay.”

Rintaro looked at you, not knowing what to say, he saw the way your eyes became glossy and he couldn’t say no. This was his chance to be the shoulder you cried on, to bring you comfort that he couldn’t in your past life. He hadn’t realized he’d been staring until he heard your quiet whimper, taking his cold hand into your own.

“Of course,” he said in a soft tone, his voice hushed. Laying down next to you, he tried to take it slow so as to not shake you too much as his weight made the bed dipped.

“I just don’t wanna be alone tonight, y’know?” The man wanted to tell you that you didn’t have to explain yourself, he wouldn’t mind staying until you fell asleep but before he could interject, you finished your thought. “I’ve just been having nightmares all week,” you frowned, “I just wanted to feel safe.”

Few times in his life did Rintaro get the feeling he did then: you felt safe around him? Yet he didn’t ponder on it long, reeling himself back into the other thing you mentioned.

“Nightmares, what sort of nightmares?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Mmm, I don’t know, there’s a big fire, and you’re there too.” Rintaro could hardly make out your words as you drifted into sleep. He knew it was memories of a past life, and he cursed himself that only the painful ones returned and plagued your sleep. He silently wished you’d see all the better ones.

He didn’t have a chance to answer, seeing as you had quickly fallen into slumber. He contemplated leaving, he needed to get back to his own place before the sun rose, surely you would come to understand.

As he stood up, he pressed a kiss against your forehead, seeing how innocent you lay there, unknowing of the life you had been born into. “Sweet dreams,” he whispered, but it was more like a prayer. He would give you the world if you wanted, even more, he would fight against the nature of his being and lasso the sun if you asked.

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