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🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN, SIMPS! 🎃

I’d put more but then I’d never stop, also I’m lazy af-

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Can we please stop with all this quick terribly written smut and go back with actual plot?? Like OMFG there’s nothing to read anymore is this the downfall of fan fiction???

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He always comes back.

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HANOI, VIETNAM, OCTOBER-20-2024

As Soka strolled through the bustling streets of Hanoi, the afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting a warm glow on the vendors and shops that lined the road. She had ventured out to run a few errands for her new apartment, eager to add a few personal touches to make it feel like home. The streets were alive with the sounds of honking horns, the chatter of locals, and the hum of motorcycles weaving through the narrow lanes.

As she passed a street vendor selling fresh fruit, a motorcycle caught her eye—one that looked eerily familiar.

"Is that... Xiu's motorcycle?" she thought, squinting to get a better look.

Distracted by her thoughts, Soka didn’t notice someone walking in front of her until she collided with them, her back bumping into a solid chest. She spun around quickly, words tumbling out of her mouth in a rush.

"Oh! I’m sorr—" she stopped mid-sentence, eyes wide with shock. "Wait... Xiu?"

Standing before her, with the same gentle smile she hadn’t seen in weeks, was Xiu. His brunette hair was a little longer now, falling just over his brow, but there was no mistaking those eyes—warm, familiar, and filled with a mix of surprise and amusement.

“Soka?” Xiu said, his voice soft, as if he, too, couldn’t believe they had crossed paths again in the midst of the chaotic city.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, both caught in a swirl of memories and the weight of an unspoken past. The noise of the city faded into the background, leaving just the two of them standing there as if the rest of the world had disappeared.

Soka swallowed hard, her mind racing. It had only been weeks since they last saw each other, but it felt like a lifetime. She hadn’t expected to see him here, in Hanoi of all places.

“I... I didn’t know you were back in vietnam, I thought you left the country to investigate some..another crime stuff” she finally managed to say, her voice a little shaky.

Xiu’s smile faltered for a second before he spoke. “Yeah, I’m back. Just for a while.” His eyes searched hers. “You look... different,” he added, his tone softening. “Did you dye your hair darker?"

Soka smiled nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, looks good on me right?”

"Touche." He responded, But before she could say anything else, the sound of a motorcycle revving nearby broke the moment. Xiu glanced over his shoulder, then back at her.

“Do you have time?” he asked, his voice tinged with hope. “Maybe we could grab some coffee... catch up?”

Soka hesitated, feeling the weight of the decision pressing on her. Did she really want to open that door again? But as she looked into his eyes, she knew that the curiosity, the longing for closure—or something more—was too strong to ignore.

“Yeah,” she finally said, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “I think I’d like that.”

And with that, the two of them walked side by side down the busy streets of Hanoi, toward a future neither of them could predict, but both were drawn to, like moths to a flame.

Xiu glanced down at it and shrugged lightly. “Yeah, I guess It wanted to change it's identity. Felt like it was time to switch things up.”

Soka hummed in response, not pressing the subject. She could tell he was skimming the surface, just like they both were with their conversation.

she decided to focus on something lighter—the café they were sitting in, with its vintage charm.

“This place,” Soka began, looking around the café, “feels like something out of an old movie. I mean, it’s like the 1950s froze in time here. How’d you even find this spot?”

Xiu leaned back in his chair, his eyes wandering over the old black-and-white photographs on the wall, the soft glow of the hanging lights, and the antique furniture that seemed to tell stories of its own. “I stumbled across it one day when I was just wandering the city. I was looking for something different, a place to just... think. And this felt like the perfect escape.”

Soka smiled, tracing the edge of her coffee cup. “It’s definitely got that old-world charm. It’s nice. Feels cozy.”

“Yeah,” Xiu said, his gaze drifting back to her.“Everything outside is so loud and fast, but here... it’s like time slows down.”

Soka nodded in agreement, appreciating the quiet atmosphere. “I like how it feels so untouched by the modern world. It’s comforting in a way.”

Xiu chuckled softly. “You’ve always liked things with a bit of history, right? Something with a story.”

“Exactly,” Soka agreed. “It feels like every detail in here has been carefully preserved, like nothing’s out of place. I mean, look at those old posters on the wall. It’s like stepping into someone’s memory.”

Xiu glanced at the posters—a mix of old advertisements, jazz musicians, and classic film stars. “Yeah, it’s like the owners wanted to keep the soul of the past alive.”

Soka’s gaze lingered on a vintage photograph hanging nearby, a couple dancing in what looked like a street festival from decades ago. “You can almost feel the nostalgia in the air.”

Xiu smiled, taking a sip of his coffee. “That’s what I like about it. It makes you pause, makes you think about where you are and how you got here.”

Soka let out a small laugh. “Deep as always, Xiu.”

“I try.” He let out a awkward laugh.

His coldness lingered in the air, making Soka feel like the conversation was hanging by a thread. But beneath the surface, she could sense he was still engaged, just not in the way she expected.

“You don’t seem as enthusiastic as you were when you dragged me here,” she said, her tone gentle but probing.

Xiu finally met her gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly as if considering his words. “Maybe I was just looking for an excuse to get out of the crowd,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “Or maybe I wanted to see what you’d think of this place. I figured it’s your kind of vibe.”

There it was—a flicker of interest, subtle, but there. It was like he couldn’t fully disengage from the conversation even if he tried.

Soka smirked, leaning forward. “So, you do care what I think.”

Xiu’s mouth twitched, almost a smile, but not quite. “Maybe. Or maybe I just needed something different today.” His tone remained cold, but there was something in his eyes—just a hint of curiosity, like he was waiting to see how she’d respond.

Soka sighed, deciding to let his coldness slide for now. She knew Xiu well enough to understand that his distant demeanor didn’t mean disinterest. If anything, it usually meant the opposite.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I like it here,” she said, her voice softening, meeting his guarded energy with something gentler. “It feels like a place that has a lot of stories. Maybe we’ll make one of our own today.”

Xiu glanced at her, his expression unreadable for a moment before he nodded, a small acknowledgment that he wasn’t completely checked out of the moment. “Maybe,” he replied, his voice quieter this time.

Soka glanced out the window, noticing how the light had shifted, signaling the late hour. She fidgeted with her empty coffee mug, suddenly feeling the weight of time. “Uh, we should really head back. I mean, look at the time,” she said quickly, her voice a little rushed.

Xiu raised an eyebrow and snorted softly, amused by her sudden urgency. Without a word, he waved over the waitress to settle the bill.

“Wait, I should—” Soka began, reaching for her pockets, but the beep of Xiu’s credit card already scanning cut her off. She gasped, surprised at how fast he’d acted.

The waitress gave Xiu an approving nod before walking away, leaving them in a moment of silence. Xiu stood up casually and headed toward the door. “Come on.” he called over his shoulder, stepping outside.

Soka quickly scrambled to follow, hearing the staff behind her say, “Đi đây,” as she pushed through the door and caught sight of Xiu by his motorcycle. He was already strapping on his goggles when she caught up.

“I’ll give you a ride home,” Xiu offered, kicking the stand up and starting the engine.

Soka hesitated, staring at the motorcycle. “No... I haven’t even— I just— Damn it!” she muttered, feeling a rush of frustration as she squatted down on the sidewalk, running her hands through her hair. It wasn’t just about the ride, it was everything—his cold demeanor, her mixed emotions.

Xiu remained quiet, glancing down at her with a flicker of concern in his eyes. He didn’t push, just waited, the steady hum of the motorcycle filling the silence between them.

A few minutes passed, and Xiu glanced down from his motorcycle, watching Soka. He couldn’t help but be captivated by the way her dark blue hair slipped through her fingers, tangled in frustration, her black eyepatch adding a quiet intensity to her expression. For a moment, his gaze lingered on her features—the curve of her cheek, the set of her jaw—and he was struck by how much she resembled her mother. That thought stirred something unexpected in him, a feeling he hadn’t acknowledged until now.

His chest tightened slightly, a warmth spreading through him that caught him off guard. Could he—? No, he pushed it away, but the idea lingered like an itch at the back of his mind.

Realizing he’d been staring too long, Xiu turned off his motorcycle and got off, stepping closer. Without saying a word, he crouched down in front of her, his usual cool demeanor faltering just a bit. His heart gave a small, uninvited thump.

"Are you done?" he asked, his voice low but with an unintentional softness to it.

Soka looked up, startled by how close he was now. Xiu’s eyes met hers, and he felt a faint blush creep up his neck, quickly shifting his gaze to the ground to avoid her noticing. He hadn’t meant for this moment to feel so... charged, but something about being this close to her, seeing her vulnerable, stirred emotions he didn’t quite know how to deal with.

But of course, he wouldn’t say any of that. Not now. Maybe not ever. He just waited, hoping the flush in his cheeks would disappear before she caught on.

As they pulled up to Soka's apartment, the soft hum of the car engine faded into silence. She stepped out, straightening her clothes and brushing away imaginary dust. "So... I guess I’ll see you whenever we bump into each other again?" Her voice was casual, but there was a hint of something unspoken beneath the surface. She glanced at Xiu, whose face remained as unreadable as ever, his dark eyes giving nothing away.

She gave a small, half-hearted shrug and turned on her heel, heading toward the steps of her building. The air between them felt heavy, as if there was more to say, but neither of them was willing to be the first to break the tension.

Just as her hand reached for the door, his voice cut through the quiet.

"Wait. Soka."

Her heart skipped a beat, though she wasn’t sure why. She turned back, meeting his gaze.

Xiu, still as composed as always, reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small, crumpled piece of paper. His fingers hovered for a second before extending it to her. "Here. Text me or call me anytime... if you need anything." His voice was low, almost soft, as though he was offering more than just a favor. "I’ll get it to you as fast as I can."

For a moment, she just stared at him, the paper between them. His face was still, but something flickered in his eyes—something she couldn’t quite place.

She hesitated, feeling the weight of his offer, of whatever this was between them. Finally, she stepped closer and took the paper from his hand, her fingers brushing his for just a second longer than necessary.

"Thanks," she said, her voice quieter than before. She tucked the paper into her pocket, knowing this was more than just a casual exchange.

Xiu gave a slight nod, his expression never wavering, as if he had already said more than he was comfortable with.

As she turned to head inside, she glanced over her shoulder one last time, the tension still lingering in the air, thick and unresolved. Whatever they had just started, it wasn’t over.

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oh my god i'm so dumb

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Echoes in Hanoi 𔘓𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ

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- warning; Mild language, angst, comfort, mentions of crime

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"This is stupid, I can't believe... I—" Soka paused, her words trailing off as she finally looked up at Xiu’s face. She was about to say something, but suddenly, the metal door creaked open.

"Mr. Xiu, your time is up. We're bailing out Soka. Please leave the room," an officer announced from the doorway.

"What—?" Soka started, her voice full of confusion, but was quickly cut off as Xiu stood up from his seat.

He glanced back at Soka. "Come on. Follow me."

She blinked, her mind struggling to catch up.

Someone’s bailing me out? She shot Xiu a bewildered look, but his face remained calm, unreadable.

As they walked through the dimly lit jail halls, prisoners stuck their hands out from behind bars, their voices echoing through the corridors—pleas, curses, and desperate cries filled the air. Soka winced, her heart pounding in her chest, and kept her eyes on Xiu’s back as he led the way out. The farther they walked, the more surreal it felt.

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Once outside, Xiu was deep in conversation with the chief of the prison, discussing paperwork and formalities. Meanwhile, Soka squatted on the sidewalk in front of the prison, trying to steady herself. Her mind raced, and her head felt heavy, the whirlwind of emotions crashing over her like a tidal wave. How had this happened? Why had Xiu bailed her out?

Just as her thoughts threatened to spiral, she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. Instinctively, she sprang to her feet and turned to see Xiu standing there, his face expressionless, but his tone unusually soft.

"I'm treating you," Xiu said flatly.

Soka’s jaw dropped slightly in disbelief. "But... I can’t accept this," she stammered, hesitating.

"Doesn’t matter," Xiu replied, his tone uninterested. "Come on, I'll treat you banh mi. "

Soka scoffed, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice. "Are you trying to make me feel better or bribing me with some banh mi?" she teased.

Xiu gave a small, almost imperceptible smile, his reaction more subdued than before. "Maybe," he said simply. There was a pause before he added, "Or neither."

Soka raised an eyebrow. "Then why?"

Xiu shrugged slightly, as if the answer wasn’t important. "You’ve been through enough," he said, the words sounding rehearsed, though there was a glimmer of something genuine underneath. "A break, even just for today."

Soka glanced away, a part of her wanting to reject his offer, to go back to the familiar chaos she knew. But something in his voice, in the way he looked at her, made her pause. For the first time in a long time, someone was treating her like she was worth something. She wasn’t sure what to do with that feeling.

"Fine," she muttered, running a hand through her messy hair. "But I’m paying you back someday."

Xiu gave a short nod. "Sure. Let’s go."

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As they walked down the streets of Hanoi, the weight that had been pressing on Soka’s chest began to lift, if only a little. The foggy air, the blinding lights—it all seemed a little less suffocating now. She eyed Xiu, whose hands were in his pockets, walking with the same casual indifference he’d shown in the interrogation room. But there was something different now, something almost curious in the way his eyes flicked toward her occasionally, though he didn’t say much.

Just as they turned the corner, Xiu broke the silence. "Why'd you start?" he asked, not looking at her.

Soka blinked, caught off guard. "Start what? The stealing?"

Xiu nodded. "Yeah."

She hesitated, wondering if he actually cared, or if he was just trying to fill the silence. "I told you. My mom—"

Xiu cut her off with another quick nod. "You always say that. I want to know why you started."

Soka frowned, her steps slowing. "What’s the difference?"

Xiu glanced at her, finally meeting her eyes, his tone still bored, but his question was deliberate. "You’re not your mom."

The statement hung in the air between them. Soka bit her lip, unsure how to respond. This wasn’t the Xiu she expected—detached, yet poking at something deeper, like he wanted to understand, but only if she offered it.

She looked away, her voice quiet. "I guess I didn’t see another way."

Xiu didn’t push further, but his silence seemed to say more than his words could.

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As they finally arrived at the banh mi shop, Xiu walked straight to the counter. “Two banh mi and one pho. Thanks,” he said simply before turning back to Soka as the waiter led them to their table.

Soka, still processing the oddity of her day, shifted awkwardly in her seat. “So, uh…” Her eyes wandered to a small pin on Xiu’s jacket—a bright, smiling face, out of place on his otherwise cold demeanor. “What’s with the pin on your jacket?” she asked. “If you don’t mind me asking…”

Xiu glanced down at it, his face as unreadable as ever. “The pin?” he repeated, brushing his fingers over it briefly. “It can transform into certain items… like weapons and stuff.”

He trailed off, yawning halfway through his explanation.

Soka’s eyes widened. “Wait, like—what, a mythical axe?” she chirped, half-joking, her curiosity piqued.

Xiu snorted, a rare and surprising reaction. “Once, yeah. During a previous mission.” He glanced at the pin again. “And only I can hear it talk.”

Before Soka could respond, the waitress appeared, placing their food in front of them. The aroma of freshly made banh mi and pho hit her all at once.

“Holy… this looks amazing!” Soka’s eyes lit up as her stomach growled in anticipation. “I haven’t had real food in weeks. Just biscuits and instant noodles…” She exhaled deeply, inhaling the scent of the food like it was the best thing she’d ever smelled. Realizing how she must have sounded, she blushed. “S-sorry, that was… inappropriate.”

Xiu’s face remained as stoic as ever. “It’s fine.”

As they ate, Soka found herself more comfortable than she had been in weeks. They talked about everything and nothing—the food, random stories from Xiu’s past missions, even silly questions about his talking pin. It was strangely pleasant, though Xiu remained as dry as ever, answering her questions with short, clipped responses. Yet, the fact that he answered at all told her enough.

After they finished, Xiu stood up and walked to the counter to pay, not waiting for Soka’s protests. She quickly followed him outside.

"Where’s your home?" Xiu asked casually, his eyes scanning the street as he pulled out his motorcycle key.

“Oh, it’s about 15 blocks away. Kinda far, but it’s no big deal, I’ll just walk.” She waved it off with a casual smile, trying not to make it seem like an issue.

Xiu turned to her, expressionless as usual. “No,” he said firmly, already walking toward his parked motorcycle. “I’ll drive you. Follow me.”

Soka hesitated, watching as he flipped open a small compartment in the motorcycle, pulling out a pair of motorcycle goggles. He handed them to her before straddling the bike and starting the engine.

"Come on," Xiu said, looking back at her, his voice low but commanding. "We don’t have all day."

Soka stood there, unsure of what to do. “But really, it’s fine… I can just walk home…”

Xiu sighed, clearly not in the mood for an argument. “I said I’ll drive you. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Something about the way he said it left no room for further debate. She reluctantly put on the goggles and climbed on the bike behind him, trying to keep her distance.

The engine roared to life, and they sped off through the streets of Hanoi. The cool evening air whipped against her face, but there was something freeing about the ride, something almost comforting about being with someone who didn't expect anything from her—except, maybe, for her silence.

As they approached the quieter part of town, where the streets were less crowded, Soka loosened her grip slightly. She couldn’t help but let her mind wander, wondering why Xiu had even bothered. Bailing her out, treating her to food, giving her a ride—it all seemed so random.

Finally, they arrived at her place—a run-down, old apartment building with faded paint. It wasn’t much, but it was home. Soka hopped off the bike, pulling the goggles off and handing them back to Xiu.

“Thanks… for everything,” she muttered, feeling awkward again now that they were at her doorstep. “I owe you.”

Xiu remained seated on the bike, staring at her for a moment before he gave a small nod. “Take care of yourself,” he said flatly. Without another word, he revved the engine and sped off into the night, disappearing into the foggy streets.

Soka stood there, staring after him. For the first time in a long while, she felt a strange mix of hope and confusion.

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Echoes in Hanoi masterlist 𔘓𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ

- oc x oc story - 24.9.2024

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Echoes in Hanoi 𔘓𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ

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- warning; angst, comfort, mentions of Poverty, emotional conflict, crime.

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Vietnam, October 5, 2024

Each day, the air in Hanoi seemed to grow thicker, the fog clinging to the streets as if it had something to hide. Blinding headlights pierced through the mist, flickering in the reflection of car windows as Soka navigated her way through the crowded streets. The city was alive, chaotic, and strangely comforting. She pulled her hood up, blending into the mass of people.

Beside her, a woman was too engrossed in her phone to notice that her purse hung loosely by her side, unzipped. Soka’s eyes darted to it, catching glimpses of valuable items—an ID, a credit card, and… was that a packet of condoms? She bit back a laugh. Classy, she thought, shaking her head

But temptation gnawed at her. The voices in her head whispered louder, urging her to take the opportunity. She tried to resist, but before she knew it, her feet moved closer to the woman. The crowd pressed in, bodies becoming more compact, and no one seemed to notice as Soka's fingers gently brushed against the leather of the purse.

With a subtle flick of her wrist, her hand slipped inside. She was almost there, her fingers brushing against something metallic, when—

BAM!

A kid came barreling through the crowd, shoving them both off balance. Soka's hand yanked the purse downward, pulling it hard enough to slam into the woman’s leg.

The woman’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with realization. "Tên trộm! Tên trộm!" she screamed, waving her arms frantically as if she could swat away the theft that had already happened.

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"And that's how I got caught," Soka finished, letting out a dramatic sigh as she leaned back in the stiff metal chair. The interrogation room was stuffy, and the man in front of her looked somewhere between annoyed and exhausted.

"Well," he said, rubbing his temples in disbelief, "Your storytelling’s impressive, but I’m not bailing you out for theft."

Soka shrugged, clearly unbothered. "Hey, at least it was entertaining. You have no idea how boring it's been getting interviewed by the same guy over and over. You're different." She glanced at him, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.

The man choked on his own breath, caught off guard by her sudden shift in tone. He raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair, clearly trying to keep his composure. "Different, huh?"

"Yeah," she said casually, "What's your name, mister investigator?"

He hesitated for a moment, then finally answered, "Xiu."

The room was dead silent, the only sound coming from the faint flickering of the overhead light. The tension was suffocating, wrapping itself around them like an invisible fog. Soka cleared her throat dramatically, hoping to cut through the thick atmosphere. “Xiu, huh? That’s a cool-ass name,” she chuckled softly, slumping back in the cold metal chair, her words playful despite the seriousness of the situation.

Xiu barely reacted, his expression as blank as ever, but his eyes lingered on her for a moment, as if sizing her up. "So, what makes you take my case, huh, Mister Xiu?" she teased again, trying to get a reaction, anything.

Xiu leaned back slightly, his arms crossed. "Your recent... run-ins with the law and your involvement in dangerous organizations. Someone had to step in." His tone was flat, almost bored, but there was a hint of curiosity, just beneath the surface.

Soka let out a bark of laughter, but it was hollow. "Damn, you make it sound like I’m some kind of villain. Bad impressions all around, huh?" She sighed, her tough exterior starting to chip away. “Look, I’m just trying to help my mom. I know stealing and getting mixed up in sketchy stuff isn’t right, but sometimes you don’t have a choice. You gotta do what you gotta do.”

Her voice faltered as the weight of her words sank in. She stared down at her hands, feeling the heaviness of it all press down on her chest.

"You could’ve asked for help," Xiu said, his voice still detached but slightly softer. "The government has programs for people in tough spots."

Soka’s eyes snapped back up, her posture stiffening. "The government? They don’t care about people like us," she shot back, her voice sharp. "They’re too busy trying to impress other countries, keeping up appearances. They forget about the people who actually need help. The kids, the elders... we’re just left to fend for ourselves."

Xiu didn’t respond immediately, his face as impassive as ever. He let her words hang in the air for a moment before he finally spoke. "Maybe," he said, the word slipping out almost lazily, like he wasn’t fully invested in the conversation. "But you had a choice. You always had a choice."

Soka scoffed, shaking her head. "A choice? You think I chose this? You think I wanted to scrape by, stealing just so my mom could survive another month? You have no idea what it’s like to be cornered with no way out."

Xiu shrugged, a half-interested glance flicking her way. "Maybe I don’t. But every time you steal, every time you make that choice, you’re digging the hole deeper."

For the first time, Soka met his gaze, surprised by how casual he sounded. His face was unreadable, but something in his eyes betrayed the slightest bit of interest, maybe even concern. "So what then? I’m supposed to sit around and hope for a miracle? Because that’s not gonna happen."

Xiu leaned forward, resting his hands on the table between them. "No. But you don’t have to make it worse for yourself. You’re better than this."

Soka’s chest tightened at his words, her throat feeling thick. "You don’t know me."

Xiu shrugged again, a hint of a sigh escaping him. "Maybe I don’t. But I know enough. And I think you’re tired of running."

Soka’s breath hitched, her defenses crumbling just a little more. "And what if it’s too late?"

Xiu’s eyes flicked toward her again, his voice low and steady. "It’s never too late. Not unless you decide it is."

They sat there in silence for a moment, the dim light casting shifting shadows across their faces. Soka could feel the exhaustion creeping in, not just from the situation, but from years of running, of trying to survive. She wasn’t sure if she could stop. But she also wasn’t sure she could keep going like this.

She wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

But in Xiu’s calm, detached voice, she found something unexpected—an invitation to pause, even if just for a moment. Maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to keep running. At least not today.

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[mhsofe]

chosoo i miss u:(

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Hii srry if this is out of the blue buttt can you do headcanons for laois from the new cooking anime delicious in dungeon?? :))) LOVE YOUR WORKS<33

sorry for the late request dear, i hope you enjoy this crumb of headcanons of laios ! <3

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Night,,time,, sketch..

: After setting up camp, Laios likes to unwind by sketching the creatures they've encountered in a little journal made by his sister, Falin. His sketchs are surprisingly detailed, often accompanied by notes about details of the creatures.

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Holiday,,Enthusiastic.

: Laios loves celebrating holidays, even in the dungeon. He'll find creative ways to make the atmosphere festive, whether it's decorating their camp with whatever materials are on hand or making themed dishes.

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Collector,,of,,stuff

: Besides his practical knowledge of his party members, Laios secretly collects some weird stuff from different levels of the dungeon. In the end he gifted them to his party members, lets say that marcille wasn't happy with her gift..

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About Falin's situation,,

: Even though Laios knows that resurrecting Falin is their goal, he sometimes fears that when they finally do, she might not be the sister he remembers. The thought that their relationship could be forever changed by what they've been through is a constant, unspoken fear.

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His Doubt,,

: When everyone else is asleep, Laios occasionally stays up, staring into the campfire and wondering if they’ll ever truly find and save Falin. In those moments, he questions if all the effort is worth it, especially if it means losing more of the people he cares about.

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[mhsofe]

Im LOCKING in

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hehe umeji brainrot lately..

umeji x reader <3

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"Sweets, you left your bag at my house yesterday" You turned around to see your beloved, Umeji. You smiled at him as he gave me my bag, "Oh! It was with you all along. thank you ume.. " you tried hard to keep your face serious, but seeing your boyfriend in front of you? No amount of biting your cheeks could stop your smile. Umeji smiles slightly before going back to his serious expression. "Well, me and the boys are skipping a few classes today." He blurted out. "Really? This is the third time you skipped classes this week," you frown. "Oh" Umeji's shoulder's sagged slightly."Sorry sweets, we got some..Troublemaker that has been fussing around the school lately.." He sighed and leaned closer to you, giving you a small peck on the lips before pulling away. "I'll make it up to you okay?" He smiled. You gripped your uniform and nodded "Alright then, I'll let it slide this time," you huffed and looked away "Awh, don't be like that.. I promise you I'll treat you out this weekend" The breeze picked up, blowing the ends of his hair onto his face. You turned to Umeji. "Will it be the usual place?" You looked at him and he smiled. "The usual of course," He circle his arms around your waist, lifting you up slightly before putting you down. "Now kiss me, sweets.." You smacked his head and nearly fell to the ground "Not this time, weirdo" you can hear some of his friends laughing in the background as you walked out of the scene leaving him confused and amused. "Cheeky," He said before going back to his gang.

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Goodness i'm so happy that you write about MLBB! this fandom is kinda dead when it comes to fanfics.. :< anyways, if you're still opening for requestes.. Can I request husband!Granger x reader headcanons? Maybe some Spice would be awesome!! Tysm and have a nice day!!! <3

husband granger hcs

notes ;; this is so late i’m so sorry! my phone was literally broken and i had to buy a new phone… i’m sorry again but here’s your request!

warnings ;; smutty at the end, tbh i think that's all!

— granger is definitely such a sweet husband!

— he always makes sure you’re safe and healthy, he never wants you to be unhappy.

— he doesn’t really like physical touch, especially not in public

— in private though, he might have a hand around you or it could be resting on your thighs.

— silently laying there, your head tucked in his chest in the night.. he often thinks about how lucky he got to have you.

— he doesn’t like talking about his feelings, he feels so vulnerable and he hates that

— but he's starting to stop thinking about that, after all, you guys are married for a reason <33

— but he’s always here if you want to talk to him about something

— he has such a soft spot for you

— he can be so mean to anybody else but to you he’s the sweetest lol

— to be honest, he probably doesn’t talk that much. when he’s listening to your stories, he’ll probably just nod and say a few ‘mhms’

— i swear he’s listening he just doesn’t talk that much!

onto the spicy hcs tho..

— if you guys have been married for a while, he'll be the one to initiate it more.

— he’s big. trust me..

— he thinks kids can be kind of annoying...

— but whenever he's fucking you, he practically begs to fuck his cum inside of you

— imagine mini hims running around.. he's melting.

— he loves any position where he can see your face, granger loves seeing you in pleasure, and making sure you aren't in any pain.

— praise him and he will actually be a blushing mess, hiding himself in the crook of your neck

— he's strong, so he can pick you up and bend you in any position ;)

— praises you so much when you guys are doing it

— doesn't like being rough with you but if you ask really, really, really, really, really sweetly..

— you won't be able to walk straight for a while <3

sorry that this is so rushed! again, I apologise how late this is :((

[mhsofe]

boyfriend!gaming; who loves giving you small kisses on the cheek before going on a commission with his companions.

boyfriend!gaming; who brings back little souvenirs that reminded him of you.Starconch,Sumeruroses, you named it.

boyfriend!gaming; who always book a fancy restaurant when you two go on a date, he loves pampering you with gifts and kisses

boyfriend!gaming; who always felt nervous when he performs in front thousands of people, but after he saw you in one of the crowds he felt ease.

boyfriend!gaming; who always treat you after the performance, "Babe! Did you know that there is a new shop opening right around the corner of Wuwang Hill? Wait, you want to go there? Alright let's go!"

boyfriend!gaming; who would kiss you while watching the fireworks on lantern rite, whispers in your ears. "I love you, you are the best person I've ever met in my life babe."

[mhsofe]

Guys. Stop tagging your OC stories as X reader. It’s hard to sift through and I don’t go to the x reader tag for OC’s I don’t care about .

[mhsofe]

OLALALALAAAAAA

Beach Love-Taz S.

On the set, Taz and [Name] had to keep their relationship private, to avoid any awkwardness with the fans and the media alike. But as the filming progressed, their bond grew stronger, and they struggled to keep their feelings for each other under wraps.

One day, the cast took a day off, to celebrate the success of the show so far. As they went about their day, Taz and [Name] took the opportunity to have their own private date. They went to a secluded spot on the beach, far away from the rest of the cast and crew.

As they sat there looking at the sky giving each other little pecks of affection from time to time, their castmates -Mackenyu, Emily, Jacob, and Iñaki- came to chase them. At first, they were all excited about it, pretending to be pirates and chasing each other around (Iñaki forced them to do it).

But as they approached Taz and [Name], they saw that they were not pretending anymore. They were truly lost in each other's arms, looking like the happiest couple in the world.

"Ew, that's gross." Iñaki covered his eyes as the two shared a kiss.

[mhsofe]

mhggghhhh meee

Doodles I made last night featuring : Law, Kid, Sanji and a friend of mine