"This isn't child's play any more, Elrik. This is war." Elrik says nothing. He tends to do this a lot as of late. The weight of the war seems to settle heavily on Xanthous's shoulders as he gazes at the decapitated head. (It wouldn't be the last severed limb he'd see.)

"Yeah, that's fair."  Elrik nods.  "So I guess we just live life as wanderers now, huh?" "Mhm." or, the runaway xanrik au no one asked for

The room, if you can call it that, is huge, with a ceiling that seems to go on forever, and a sea of chairs that stretches across the room. He takes a step back, away from his village, and he notices he's not alone.

The door opens, the little bell hanging at its top tinkling merrily, and Bree looks up from her spot by the pothos from where she'd been watering them, and— HOLY SHIT. Bree almost drops her watering can.

Most of the time, he's fine where he's at, as the head medic. Sometimes he wishes he were a better fighter. Maybe less lives would be lost this way, and his brothers would still be here.

AU where Xanthous opens a café in the Otherworld, and works there, living a 'normal' life, but the universe has other ideas for him.

I steal a plot idea from another one of my stories but I turn it into its own thing

Oneshot collection!

For as long as anyone can remember, there's always been that one orchid plant in the monastery that just seems. . . Dead. Then one day they discover one day that it has revealed beautiful white flowers. It reblooms every year on the day of his sacrifice.