#ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ •ㅤaven writes. 🍙.

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 JUST FRIENDS . sakusa k.

— ARE YOU GUYS DATING ?

 That is but one of the many questions you two often get. Okay. Not exactly a big deal. People tends to assume too much. It's normal. A quick, blunt "WE'RE JUST FRIENDS." will do the trick.

 Though sometimes, the constant asks, teases and demands for the response the others would look for can be very, veryy annoying, especially for HIM . And for someone as reserved, as him, it can be understandable that he'll be bound to snap at some point, which he didn't, surprisingly enough.

But who can blame the people for being like this, for simply not believing what you say?

 JUST FRIENDS , and yet his gaze just softens— heck, even lightens up whenever you come by.

 JUST FRIENDS , but he doesn't really mind pausing his activities to interact with you as you bring him something to drink— When he tends to dislike leaving things unfinished. Heck. He doesn't even seem to realize it, but he will always frown and just returns to what he was previously doing if someone points it out— After just exchanging looks with you one more time, anyone can see the way those eyes are just softer when looking at you.

 JUST FRIENDS , but you're one of those very few people, if not the only, he'd allow himself to be physically close with in public than being far away like most of the time with others.

 JUST FRIENDS , but you're the only one that he lets touch his body way far longer than anyone— May it be playing with his hair or just holding his hands. You can see the light flush on his pale features and tease him softly about it, but he will always deny it with some excuses— That frown on his face barely holding any actual annoyance, just embarrassment. A sight only for you to see.

 JUST FRIENDS , but he doesn't mind holding you close to his chest when you have a bad day. His bigger, calloused fingers busy caressing your hair and rubbing your back as you rant and vent. He may be exactly not be that much of a talker— But he still listens, letting a hum every now and then, giving away small comments and advices. And he knows you will do the same.

 JUST FRIENDS , but you're the very first thing that comes to his mind when scoring, bringing the team to the victory, always looking for you among the cheering crowd to silently get a sort of a feedback, when he normally doesn't seem to care at all, when you're simply not around.

 JUST FRIENDS , but he always goes to you after winning the match, not giving a literal fuck about celebrating with the others— His hair still pretty much wet from showering, towel hanging around his neck. Fresh, and simply clean. After all, he just doesn't want you to feel the sweat and smell post game— The very thought of it irks him to no end.

 JUST FRIENDS , but he's always laying his head on either your lap or chest whenever he's stressed or tired— Finding comfort in your warmth and touch when he doesn't find it in anyone else.

 JUST FRIENDS , but you tend to feed each other every now and then when eating in a cafe, and he scolds you— But in a way that can be considered gentle— when you make a mess, only for you just laugh quite embarrassedly ; that cream which lingers on the side of your lips just gets licked from him as he casually wipes it away, when normally, things like that just disgusts him if done by others.

 JUST FRIENDS , but he's there, ready to glare at those who stare at you so wrongly (at least in his standards) whenever you're out together, his arm silently wrapping around you as you ramble about where you want to go/do, barely noticing how he's slowly pulling you closer, let alone the menacing scowl on his face that screams "BACK OFF." as it just neutralizes when you look at him, with eyes full of excitement ready to be shared. And you're not any different, side eyeing those people whose gaze linger too long on him— Your arm subtly clinging into tighter as if you simply refuse to let him go

 JUST FRIENDS , but the very thought of either you seeing someone else just brings an uncomfortable feeling within your heart. It's so weird, but not in a good way at all : the thought of someone else being so close to either of you, making you smile— either of your eyes shine just like they normally do when being in each other's company.

  . . . Yeah, you're definitely just friends.

﹙﹒ ⌦ 　　₊ @0oitoruu ,

    take it you ungrateful ahh 😔

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When he hates his face because it constantly reminds him of his father, but whenever his lover soothes him during those private meltdowns

She will always kiss and pamper his face with all the things she loves about him, especially with his eyes

" Those crimson orbs have seen things that a mere mortal could never be able to witness in a sole lifetime, so much bloodshed.. So much misery.

And yet, despite the pain, their fire still burns so bright. Intense flames that hold the determination for hope, no matter what has been thrown in the way.

A light, that I find myself attracted to like a moth to a flame, as I find the comfort— the love that a ruler has for their people, a love for their siblings.

And the love, of a lover who diligently works and fights for his beloved's safety"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ★ .ㅤ     @thenomadicphoenix

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 IN ANOTHER LIFE— I WOULD MAKE YOU STAY

         ALASTOR N. AENEAS x READER

It just keeps happening. Again and again. No matter what he does, the end is always the same— In each lifetime, he's always unable to prevent blood from being shed, his plans always backfired. So much that he, as the heir, can possibly do.

  It's his fault that you keep getting hurt. It's his fault that you always risk your life just to stay by his side. Maybe if he keeps pushing you away, you'll still manage to make it. Maybe, if you stay away till it's over, there is still a chance for the better. Maybe—

By the fourth, he seems to have stopped caring. Unable to show away his emotions through his composed, yet gentle face. He's growing distant, never bringing himself to leave his office to the point one has to barge in to make sure he has still eaten— Still slept enough. There are burdens that weigh heavily on the one who still remembers all, a sense of guilt that can never go away so easily.

But those hands will never stop shaking when in brief contact with your warmth. Those crimson eyes, beautiful yet tired, will always look for you, even if he knows you're not even there. Every step he makes, will never make him stop searcing for you, even if he can't bring himself to go any closer anymore.

A curse with no redeeming paths.

The best things will be kept aside if it means to protect them, at least that's what he wants to believe. The heir knows that his very existence is a threat to your safety. A danger that can never make dissapear, no matter what he does. There is a duty he has to carry, and he knows that the divine still holds him in dept, it is a sacrifice he is willing to give.

But sometimes still he wonders, If there will ever be another life, where he'll be free from this all— A life where he can flee away from all those miseries and be who he wants to be. And maybe, in that other life,

He can finally keep the promises you two swore. He can truly show you that he cares. That he can lay in your arms and never fear for consequences ever again.

A life, where he can finally love you in the way he has forever always wanted to do.

     tagging. @yoghurtsan

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A CORPSE IS ALL THAT REMAINED.

﹒ ⌦ 　FOREVER.  /fəˈrɛvə/

Things that last forever never come to an end — they continue endlessly. An experience that changes you forever alters you in ways that will last the rest of your life

  It was surprising, to say the least. How they still managed to move forward with life. To have the strength to go on, though the purpose for it was no longer the same.

It almost felt like they were just— There. Moving, breathing, existing. But that was far from being considered living. Oh no. Not at all. If anyone around them could see things in their way, that was just a body without a soul, one which could only rely on the muscle memories, as if the flame within it's once residing spirit faded in the cold water of the world's cruelty.

Each day would end in that dreadful silence of their home— But could they really call it a home? Could they really, call anything around them, their home now? The stars held no responses for them, there was nothing that could take away the empty ness in their eyes each night, their hands still clutching to the other side as if still searching for that long lost warmth, their ears longing for that melody destined to be forgotten over time. For those happy moments that they solely wished to relive once more. But that longing, craving was only a forbidden desire.

That corpse could no longer return to what the heart called home. That warmth. That feeling of safety, that peace— It was just gone, surviving as shattered pieces of the past. Of a life they could no longer be in.

And it all ended, on the same day everything they dreaded came to take away what was precious to them. The cruel hands of fate, claimed him— Who was everything to them

Him , who fought against the ill odds with a smile despite the internal misery.

Him , who used all his strength to still show he cared and loved for them even on the brink of death.

Him , whose presence and nature brought light to their miserable world.

And him , who left a void so great that nothing could ever fill it again.

He was just gone.

And they were there, struggling to pick up the broken remains.