𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝟥: 𝑅𝑒𝒹 (6 Jan) - 𝒫𝒶𝓎𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀

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𝙽𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 - 𝟻𝟻𝟾

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜

There’s a point where everyone snaps, though what causes them to snap, is different from person to person. When Y/n thought of the term “snap”, they’d always imagined it to be a wild thing, something brutal and violent and completely out of control.

When Y/n snapped, however, they were strangely calm.

When Tatara died, it felt their world fell apart to pieces. He was everyone’s friend. Homra’s most peaceful clansmen and a forgiving person. He was the first person that Y/n opened up to when they were almost consumed in darkness.

“Everything will be fine, Y/n. I’m here for you to listen whenever you want to open up.” Tatara gave her a kind smile that Y/n wished she will ever see again.

“It’ll be all right.”

He didn’t deserve to die. He deserved to live throughout his life. He deserved it, but his death was unforgivable.

How could a person in a dying state, has the nerve to say that everything will be all right when Y/n is about to lose him.

“Y/n…” Tatara looked at her in a daze, reaching his arm out to them as they immediately took it, extreme sadness reflecting from their eyes.

“Crying… doesn’t suit you…” Tatara let out a painful laugh, as his eyes slowly dulled.

“Tatara! Tatara!”

“Everything… will be… okay…”

As his hand slipped off from Y/n’s hold, it was all too late.

Tatara was gone.

“TATARA!!!”

To an outsider, no one would have suspected that Y/n had snapped. Their expression gave nothing away, and from a visual standpoint, they seemed entirely unaffected.

No one seemed to be aware of the storm that had taken hold inside of Y/n, nor the burning rage that was now fueling their resolve. Every action they took was calculated carefully in their mind, their thoughts surrounded by a strange icy calm, despite the simmering rage beneath.

And when Mikoto died, Y/n snapped completely.

Their King who gave them a home. Their friend gave them the color red. The color of protection and the color of the warmth that Y/n was blessed to have.

When Mikoto died as Anna screamed his name in despair, everything inside of Y/n’s warmth was destroyed.

“MIKOTO!!!”

They took that red warmth away from them. The red color that they treasured so much is gone.

Perhaps that was made Y/n so deadly. They weren’t wild and out of control, nor were they visibly brutal and violent.

You were calm.

You were calculated.

And you were inevitable.

As Anna crowned herself as the new Red King, blessed by the Dresden Slates, Y/n will do anything to protect her red warmth.

The red warmth that Anna was blessed with… the red that Tatara and Mikoto had given Y/n.

Y/n will protect it. And they’ll make sure to pay it back.

Smirking to themselves, they eyed at the sea of green of clansmen that tries to stop them from completing the plan to destroy the Slates, readying themselves as Red aura surrounds them.

“Tatara… Mikoto-san, thank you for everything.” They charged at the green clansmen with a speed of lightning, their hearts filled with a determined hope and strength.

“It’s payback time!”

And with that, a burst of red aura surrounds them with warmth filling in their heart and soul, honoring their beloved Tatara and Mikoto’s red, treasuring their memories together.

The End.

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