Archons x male reader
Candle lights flicker, rain drops onto the ground.
7 souls captured in the heart of darkness.
The candle, extinguished.
Credit to the artist who drew the art in the story cover.
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The morning light streamed into Y/N’s room, casting a soft glow over the space. He stirred in bed, blinking his eyes open slowly. For the first time in a while, he felt truly rested. His body was lighter, and a strange sense of satisfaction lingered in his chest. Stretching lazily, Y/N sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he took in the soft morning light.
Something about today felt different—brighter, even more hopeful. Maybe it was because of the shelf, no longer empty, now filled with something meaningful. He glanced over at the dolls, sitting perfectly in place, their delicate forms illuminated by the sunlight. They looked peaceful, as if they belonged there all along.
With a content smile, Y/N got out of bed and began his usual morning routine. He dressed simply, pulling on his worn tunic and trousers, his mind already wandering to the day ahead. He thought about the market, or perhaps the forest walk he had planned. It was going to be another simple, quiet day—just as he liked it.
As he was about to slip out the door, his usual habit of skipping breakfast taking over, an idea stopped him. He hesitated for a moment, turning back to the shelf where the dolls sat. His eyes settled on one in particular—a doll with hair that seemed to shimmer like molten lava, cascading down her back in waves. She was beautiful in a way that made her stand out from the others, as if there was something special about her.
Without thinking, Y/N walked over to the shelf, carefully lifting the doll from her place. Her porcelain face was still cracked in places, but now that she was clean and dressed in the new clothes he had sewn, she looked elegant and serene.
A thought crossed his mind—a simple, silly thought, really. But it stuck with him.
“Maybe I could take you with me,” Y/N murmured, holding the doll in his hands. He chuckled softly, realizing how strange it sounded to be talking to her. But still, the idea brought a smile to his face.
After all, he had always walked through the village or the woods alone. But maybe, if he took the doll with him, he wouldn’t feel quite so lonely. It wasn’t like she could talk or walk beside him, but just having her there, a quiet companion, might make the morning stroll a little brighter.
He carefully tucked the doll under his arm, holding her securely. Her presence felt comforting, even if she was just an inanimate object. It was as though she filled a small space in his heart that had been quietly aching for companionship.
With the doll in hand, Y/N stepped outside, the cool morning air greeting him as he closed the door behind him. The world was still quiet at this hour, the village just beginning to stir with the sounds of people waking and starting their daily routines.
Y/N made his way down the familiar path, heading toward the woods. The sun was still low in the sky, casting long shadows on the ground, and the air was crisp and fresh. He kept the doll close, occasionally glancing down at her, feeling a strange sense of comfort knowing she was with him.
