#A friend who is still alive yet I have no chances of ever seeing again

[beetleskeleton]

augh my back

but i have a vent thing so here ig/lh

(if the wording doesn't make sense, it's basically a hopeful plea that said friend is there, with the provided context that I’ve already lost a family member and a multitude of furry and feathery friends, it would only stand as a somewhat reasonable hope that he is with them too.)

[livingfandomly]

This is something I’ve seen a lot and I’ve also joked about a lot but after SotR I just need to clarify my actual thoughts on this topic: Snow’s “twink death” and his inability to let go of, what was essentially, a month long relationship.

The thing is, it’s not Lucy Gray that he’s holding a grudge against… it’s her lifestyle. He got to experience first hand, the freedom and self-assurance that groups like the Covey generated for themselves. He saw Lucy Gray run off into the woods, swim in a lake, sing and dance with her peers, all after a game that should’ve destroyed her spirits - because that is the point of the Games. To have a sole surviving reminder of why the Capitol is in control. To send back one “victor” who every district hates because the person standing in front of them is taking their friend/child/sibling/cousin/partner’s spot. To completely dismantle that person’s ability to cope with the world the way they used to and to have them beholden to the Capitol for “awarding” them with riches. They’re supposed to serve only as a reminder, a threat, a shell of a person who is visibly hollow and tarnished, hated by many, feared by some and pitied by few.

Lucy Gray is not that shell. Lucy Gray, therefore, serves as a constant reminder to Snow of what should not be happening to those who get to leave the arena. The more he takes command of the Capitol and the Games, the more the “mistakes” of the Games stand out to him because his benchmark for measuring them is Lucy Gray.

Keep in mind that the 10th Games were also the first time he got to see from the inside out. He saw what pissed off the tributes. He saw how they were transported. He also saw how the public reacted at the home district. Lucy Gray had nightmares, sure, but her ability to re-mingle with her friends was a failure of the Capitol. He saw the need to maintain a constant difference between “victor” and “friend”. He saw the need to put them on tours so that the divide and distance grows. He saw the need to be able to broadcast every aspect of the Games without having to constantly be frantically cutting the feed or very obviously fixing the narrative, because that was yet another failure of the system the Capitol was trying to enforce.

This becomes so clear in SotR when he has his talk with Haymitch and realises that the Lucy Gray spirit he has been trying to squash is still alive. Not only that, it’s infectious. It can take someone like Haymitch, someone who is very well pressed under the Capitol thumb, and spark a fire inside him. The colours of the Covey, the singing, it doesn’t just represent Lucy Gray, it represents aspects of freedom that shouldn’t exist. Even him saying:

“You love her. And oh, how she seems to love you. Except sometimes you wonder because her plans don’t seem to include you at all.”

Is so telling because he can’t fathom that a person in the districts could have the independence of thought to do whatever they want. To him, she should be desperate to go back to the Capitol with Snow to get a chance to live the dream that they’re trying so hard to sell, but obviously failing.

So no, Lucy Gray isn’t just the girl he couldn’t get over. She’s the girl that serves as a warning, as an abomination of the purpose of the Capitol. As his personal blueprint of what should not be repeated ever again.

[unluckilyimnot]

Okay, but bonten with like a SUPER soft gf. Like, we talk like cry on every sad movie ivies with an animal to be specific). Takes things other says to heart. Often like cry over small things and stops to pet EVERY single animal she sees.

Feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like doing this one 😭 I know it’s lowkey weird.

Bonten with a soft gf!

Characters: rindou, ran, kaku, mikey, sanzu, kokonoi

fluff / no tw / wc: 900+

Note : no way it's so cute don't ever worry !! I love it, thank you sm ! I dispatched it between all the characters. I hope it's fine.

m.list | rules

Rindou never minded more than that the fact that you cry a lot. He loves it a lot and it makes him chuckle and laugh more than anything else. He's always there to wipe your tears away when you cry when the dog dies in the movies, or when you tear up at any inconveniences. You wear your heart on your sleeve, you're sensible, the opposite of him, and he cares and loves you for that.

Yet he's the first one to draw a radical line the second you get hurt, in any way, by someone. It's silly and fun until some abuse it and use it against you or to hurt you. He will find who did this, who made you cry and will burn their house down.

Sanzu sighs a lot when you decide something was wrong when he, in fact, didn't care. Yet his heart always skips a beat when he hears you speaking louder than you usually do, mad at people treating him poorly. He listens to you for a while before he finally steps in and holds your hands when he's feeling cheesy, or your elbows when he's a bit tired or high.

"Babe, it's really nothing. Don't worry yourself like that, you'll get wrinkles." He honestly makes you laugh every time, or at least confort you that he doesn't care about anyone's opinion besides yours. And oh how much you love and care for him everyday, he can't even doubt it. He wished you'd stop hurting yourself over things like this, but recognize that your sweet nature is definitely what he loves the most about you.

Ran laughs at you when you get offended for nothing. It can be about something going your way to work to you spiking your coffee on the counter. It's his own comic relief of the day when you're stroming around, a deep frown on your face making you look like a small, angry animal but still defenseless. His laughter always makes it worse, without mentioning his venom filled remarques, to make fun of your overreacting nature. To the point you can cry and not speak to him for hours – but for sure mentioning it all to Rindou.

Ran hates it when you team up with him, because you wouldn't talk to him but Rindou would, on the other hand, mention you and everything you told him to Ran. He's always making the first step to you and apologizing with probably a hundred wroth bouquet and your favorite snacks – promising you he'll never do it again, when he will most certainly do it again.

Seeing you enjoying small things about life is the reason why Mikey kept you around at first, you reminded him of his younger self and his friends at that time. Every time you stop to pet a stranger's dog, a small smile shows on his lips, one you rarely get to see even if you're always the reason for it.

You listen to him so carefully the few times he does talk to you, it makes him feel alive again. You're doing most of the talking and you're always so sorry to take this kich when that's what he loves about you. He makes sure to tell you that he likes it from time to time, just to be sure you won't stop. Your heart is so soft and warm, welcoming him every time you see him again with new facts you learn and an unconditional love that overflows everywhere, and he gets the chance to be showered with it every time.

Kokonoi gets used to you stopping all the time the second you catch the glimpse of a stay animal. So he instinctively adds ten minutes to every trip you two have to do, even if it's only to walk to his car because there's a few stray cats in the parking lot and he's sure you're gonna stop or even wait for them to walk out from their hide spot.

But he just can't bring himself to get impatient when your eyes light up at the sight of the small cats. The way you jolt in joy when their cold nose finally touches your hand, and you look up to him with the softest smile he ever had the chance to witness. Yes, you're usually late, but he just had to snap a picture of you with the white kitten and everyone is accepting the fact that those ten minutes of your happiness are worth the delayed meetings.

Kakucho's always there to rub your back when you cry in front of a movie. He never sees why you cry particularly, but always listen thoughtfully to what you have to say about it. He brings you tissues, sometimes even wipes your nose for you and lets you dive into his arms when a character you like dies. He can't help but tell himself how sensible you are every time, but also how he loves that. You bring him back to his human nature and what it is to be emphatic about normal things, far from his rough life where his life is at risk every time he steps outside the door.

To that, he hopes he'll never be the reason for your tears, and that he'll always be there to wipe them away and shush you down.

Sorry its rather short, tell me if you want a particular hc with one or a whole os.

Let me know if you liked it !

[saintobio]

blank canvas: the epilogue.

pairings. ryōmen sukuna, fem!reader

genre. past lovers, angst, opposites attract

tags/warnings. mentions of toxic relationships, purple hearts-ish themes, maybe some heartache

notes. 2.4k wc. i said it’ll come in a few days, but i had free time so here it issss!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

TWO YEARS LATER

Tonight was Yuki and Choso’s going-away party. 

Their decision to migrate to another side of the world was because Yuki had always talked about wanting to live abroad, and so when Choso was offered a once-in-a-lifetime job opportunity in another country, it became the perfect chance for them to make that dream a reality.

So despite your apprehensions, you couldn’t miss the chance to see Yuki one last time and accepted her invitation to the party.

The evening was alive with laughter and chatter as their families and friends gathered to celebrate their bittersweet departure. Among the crowd, you spotted some familiar faces who exchanged greetings with the couple, as well as some strangers you had never seen before.

But one person was conspicuously absent. 

It had been two years since you had seen Sukuna, and the thought of potentially running into him again filled you with a strange mix of anticipation and dread. However, deep down, you knew he wouldn’t be there. There was no chance of him ever showing up because you hadn’t heard from him since that fateful night. The apartment you once shared together now housed a new tenant, and the tattoo shop across the street had transformed into a record store. Neither Yuki, nor Choso (even Yuuji), had mentioned anything about Sukuna since then, possibly avoiding any mentions of him to you out of his request. He had simply disappeared, evaporated from existence, leaving behind nothing but a fading memory.

As you scanned the room with a forlorn smile, your thoughts were interrupted by Yuki’s cheerful voice. “Y/N! So glad you could make it! I thought you weren’t gonna come, too.”

Your first instinct was to hug her tightly. “Of course, not! You know I can’t not see you before you go.”

“Aww.” She embraced you tighter before pulling away with a sad smile. “I’m gonna miss you so much. You’re like a little sister to me.” 

Indeed, and she was the big sister you never had. Things would feel different without her here, but you supported her decisions and would always wish her the best in her future endeavors. So, despite the distance you two would soon have, you gave her a reassuring pat on the back. “We can still keep in touch. And maybe, I’ll pay you a visit there, too.” 

“Honestly, I would love that!” she enthused, “Please do, even if I have to harass Getou and Gojou about it.” 

You chuckled as she mentioned the duo’s name and spent the next few minutes with you chatting for a bit, catching up with your life, talking about your future plans. It was amazing how much can change in two years, and how some things can also stay the same. Like your friendship. And this bond that you would never find with anyone else.

For now, the night was still young, and you knew Yuki still had many more guests to accommodate, so you didn’t want to take all of her time. Eventually she did excuse herself to greet more guests, and you found yourself standing by the kitchen island, absentmindedly stirring your cocktail.

As you stood in the corner of the room, surrounded by the chatter and laughter of the party, you felt a sudden jolt run through your body as loud voices boomed across the room. They were Yuuji and Choso’s exuberant greetings cutting through the air, drawing everyone’s attention, including yours.

“Nii-san!”

“There he goes, Mr. First Lieutenant!” 

Your eyes widened as you saw the figure they were addressing with playful salute—a man in a crisp military uniform, standing tall and confident. It took you a moment to recognize him, but when you did, your heart skipped a beat.

It was Sukuna.

He looked different, transformed almost, his demeanor more composed, his smile softer yet still retaining the undeniable aura of masculinity. He looked a lot more muscular than the last you remembered. His hair, now dyed back to its natural color, was neatly trimmed. You recognized that the uniform he wore was of the Japan Self-Defense Forces, adorned with badges and insignias that spoke of his achievements. The reckless, wild look in his eyes had been replaced by something steadier, more focused.

It wasn’t just the sight of him that made your heart skip a beat—it was how different he looked. 

“That’s so cool!” Yuuji raved about his older brother’s badges, his starry eyes genuinely intrigued at the sight of Sukuna in a uniform. 

Choso, on the other hand, was pulling him in a hug in an emotional jest. “Dammit. You said you couldn’t make it!” 

“Don’t cry now,” Sukuna teased, patting the younger brother’s back. He seemed to be genuinely having fun teasing his brothers. “Had to pull some strings. I was on duty, but do ‘ya think I’d let you go without seeing you?” 

You felt a pang of nostalgia in their interaction, but also recognized the visible difference in the way your ex-boyfriend spoke to others. He was genuinely happy. He was all smiles. He was the healthiest version of himself, both physically and emotionally.

It was clear to you that Sukuna had turned his life around, and it was evident that he was doing well in his field of work. The man you once knew, who had been consumed by his reckless way of life, was now standing tall and respected as an honorable member of the military.

When you said you had never met Sukuna again in your lifetime, that was true. Because the Sukuna you knew was no longer here. It was an entirely different man, changed for the better, just not for you. 

As if sensing your gaze, Sukuna turned and your eyes mirrored each other’s surprise. For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade away, as if you were characters in a movie screen seeing each other for the very first time. It was as though your eyes were the camera, and he was the actor. You could say you were starstruck, your heart thumping so loud that you could hear it vibrate through your ears. 

Two freaking years, and Sukuna still had that effect on you. 

You didn’t know what to do. You found yourself at a loss, the red cup in your hand now shaking from the sudden surge of anxiety. Your mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, a kaleidoscope of heavy emotions, a tornado of nostalgic bliss, leaving you feeling adrift in a sea of memories. 

You wondered if Sukuna hated having to see you here. And if so, should you leave to spare yourself—or perhaps him—from any potential discomfort?

Caught in this internal struggle, you felt paralyzed, uncertain of what to do next. But then, you saw a flicker of recognition and regret in his eyes. 

Before you could even contemplate your next move, Sukuna was already excusing himself from his brothers. Their knowing looks exchanged in silence spoke volumes, indicating they were aware of where he was headed. The realization then hit you like a wave. Sukuna, your ex-boyfriend of two years, was coming toward you, and you were suddenly faced with a decision between confronting the past or making a quick escape.

“Y/N,” he greeted with a boyish grin, his voice deeper, more controlled. The bad boy persona he used to carry was completely gone. 

“Sukuna,” you replied, struggling to keep your voice steady, a complete opposite from his confidence.

There was a moment of awkward silence before he spoke again. “You look great.”

“Thanks,” you meekly replied, clearing your throat and gesturing to his uniform, “You, too. Military suits you. I never saw that coming.”

He smiled in agreement, seemingly happy about his current appearance. You had never seen this kind of bliss from him before, like he was filled with content and a sense of self-worth. He was proud, and truth be told, you were, too. 

“It’s been a good change. It gave me structure, purpose,” he paused, taking a red cup from the kitchen island nearby, “I finally got something ‘better’ to do with my life, huh?”

You smiled softly, not missing the implication of his last statement. “I’m happy for you. Really.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” 

“Mhmm.” 

The minutes that followed were some of the most agonizing of your life, not because of Sukuna, but because of the overwhelming awkwardness that enveloped the two of you. It felt as though you had nothing else to discuss, knowing full well that delving into your shared past was a territory you could never comfortably navigate. However, Sukuna, always the more vocal one in your relationship, had finally broken the silence.

“Do you…” he began, leaving you on edge, anticipating his question, “Do you wanna get some fresh air outside?” 

Right. And with a smile, you nodded. “Sure.” 

— —

You were grateful for the opportunity to escape the stifling atmosphere of the party and find some solace in the cool night air. Both of you were at the front porch, sitting over the pavement talking about anything but your past. 

Sukuna excitedly talked about his time in the military, where you learned that he had enlisted two years ago and joined the army. After enlisting, he quickly excelled in the rigorous training required for the Special Operations Group (SOG). It didn’t surprise you that his physical prowess, sharp intellect, and determination made him a standout candidate.

“I actually completed advanced courses in counter-terrorism, reconnaissance, and combat survival,” he shared, his gaze set on the clear starry night above you. “Oh, and last month, I was deployed on a high-stake mission overseas. We extracted hostages from a conflict zone. Remember the action movies we used to watch? It was exactly like that. It was fun, thrilling.” 

You listened intently, an elbow propped on your leg as you absorbed the enthusiasm in his stories. Pride and joy swelled in your heart as you heard him talk about something he was passionate about, because it was a stark contrast to the old Sukuna who wouldn’t have shown interest in these things. And this time around, you felt like you were infatuated again, but with the new him. 

“I’m really proud of you.” Longingness dripping from your voice. “Very proud. And you’re First Lieutenant, too? Wow.” 

The compliment seemingly made him blush, a sight so rare to see that you haven’t seen it throughout your relationship. “I wanted to become a better man.” 

You felt a squeeze in your heart. You recalled the words he said that night at the parking lot, of him telling you that he had his own insecurities, too. That he knew all along that your uncertainties about him were rooting from his way of life. That he was aware that he couldn’t give you the life you deserved. 

“Y/N.” Your name rolled off his tongue in an affectionate manner. He soon rose from his seat, prompting you to follow suit, before turning to face you. “I forgot to mention.”

You swallowed hard. “Yeah?”

His smile was sweet and genuine. “I’m engaged now.”

Oh.

Of course. 

What did you expect?

His words settled in your heart like a suffocating shroud. Despite the ache in your chest, you managed a polite nod, concealing the storm of emotions swirling inside you. But you couldn’t contain it—the damn tears that pooled in your eyes. Please, not now. You turned away, hoping to shield your reaction from him.

But it was all too late. 

He was already pulling you into an embrace, the familiarity in his warmth only making you weaker inside. “You are and will always be my greatest love,” he whispered into your ear, pressing his lips against your temple, “And also my biggest regret.”

Damn it. You covered your face with your hands, feeling ashamed of the tears streaming down your cheeks. What an absurd twist of fate. You could have gone about your day without encountering him again, yet here you were, shedding tears over the same man who had broken your heart two years ago.

“When I say regret,” he continued, cupping your cheeks and smiling at you lovingly. He ran his thumb across your cheeks, wiping your tears away. “I meant regret of not being that man for you. I didn’t treat you the way you deserved, or respected your boundaries like I thought I did.” Sukuna’s charm had you holding your breath still, too enamored by his beauty under the moonlight. He used to be a man of a few words, and now he didn’t shy away from pouring out his raw emotions. “I’m sorry I was two years too late. I’m sorry I had to let you go and be with someone else. But you and I know that it’s for the best.”

You weren’t crying because you wanted to get back together with him. You weren’t crying because he had promised marriage to someone else. You were crying because it felt like he was the one who slipped through your fingers, the one that got away, the one who could have been your forever if circumstances had aligned differently. It was the regret of a lost possibility, the ache of knowing that in another universe, you and him could have shared a lifetime together, untouched by the mistakes of the past.

He had dreams of making you his wife, dreams of having your children, dreams of growing old with you.

But the old Sukuna was dead, replaced by the new Sukuna who was happy and free from love’s toxicity. You realized it was time to let go. Time to bury the past and instead celebrate the future. 

“Congratulations on the engagement,” you offered your well wishes, pulling away slightly to meet his gaze with your tear-filled eyes. “I hope she doesn’t find you a handful.”

He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “No, no. I have to behave or else I’m a dead man,” he joked. “She's in the army, too.”

“Well, I’m glad you met her, Sukuna. You deserve it,” you said, your voice filled with genuine warmth as you wiped your lachrymose eyes. 

Gratitude and comfort shone in his gaze. “And I’m glad you found your peace, Y/N. You always deserved better.”

You smiled in appreciation of his words as he helped you dust off your pants. Just then, your phone buzzed in your pocket, briefly taking your attention away from the current scene. “Uh, I think I need to go,” you hesitated, glancing back at the house. “But I think Yuki’s pretty busy.”

“It’s fine,” he assured. “Do you want me to call you a cab or?”

“No, it’s okay,” you replied, shooting him a grateful expression. “Satoru’s on his way to pick me up.”

He nodded, smiling. “Cool.” You were surprised when he offered his hand, a gesture to finally close whatever remained between you two. “It was nice seeing you, Y/N.”

You shook his hand and gave him a playful salute. “Likewise, First Lieutenant Ryomen Sukuna.”

As he returned to the party, immediately attacked by his friends, there was no hint of yearning or longing in him, as if the poignant exchange with his ex-girlfriend had never occurred. He was back in the scene in a fluid motion, laughing, catching up with his loved ones, telling stories about his life. No heartbreaks, no painful memories.

While as you stood there, knowing you had shared respect and love for each other, you were happy that there was a sense of closure in seeing Sukuna as the man he had become. You had both grown, both changed, and in that moment, you knew that your story, though painful, had led you two to where you needed to be. 

That your love’s canvas, once blank, now held colors to complete the portrait.

[suiana]

thinking of a guilt ridden reader and a silly manipulative yandere who looks exactly like someone from reader's past.

maybe you did something bad to a friend, perhaps ended a relationship on bad terms with someone who never deserved to be treated badly. whatever it is, just the mere thought of that person causes you to physically curl up and pray for forgiveness.

so you spend the rest of your days like a dead man walking, the guilt of your actions clawing at the depths of your heart. it makes it hard to do anything, let alone think. because when you are left alone with your thoughts, all you can imagine is their expression when everything went wrong. oh how you'd give up anything just to change the past and your actions.

as if your guilt wasn't enough, he just had to skip into your life looking exactly like that person. like them.

at first, you thought of this as a curse. this... this stupid guy? looking exactly like them? then as you sort of warmed up to him, you still think it's a curse. because what gave him the audacity to come into your life, looking like them, and telling you how much he wants you? especially claiming that it was love at first sight and that you two were fated to be?

"i love you."

"can i be yours?"

"we'd be so good together."

you keep pushing him away. you know how this will end up, with you messing up just like last time. wouldn't it be better to just keep him at a distance? unfortunately for you he doesn't seem to think so. and it's like a curse. a demon from your past coming back to haunt you in the form of your greatest mistake.

if anything, your costant rejections only seem to keep him wanting... more?

"please, just one chance. that is all I'm asking for."

"no? you don't want to entertain me even the slightest bit?"

"how cruel, i never realised you were this heartless."

you eventually end up giving in. he just has that sort of effect you suppose. or maybe it's the guilt that's constantly eating you alive that's causing you to make this decision. after all, he looks so much like them and... you don't know what you'd do if he looked at you like that. not ever, not again. maybe this would be your way of making up for your wrong doings.

he couldn't be happier obviously. finally! the person he's been pining over finally accepted his confession! even if it took a long time, it all worked out. you're happy, his happy, everyone's happy!

until he found out you're not actually happy and you're just doing this because you feel guilty.

"what do you mean? am i just a replacement to you? a way to correct your mistakes?"

"hah! you're so- ugh, I don't even want to think about you anymore."

"save it, those are just excuses."

he's always been a manipulative person. he knows. and he knows that you know it too. yet he continues to manipulate you through it all. i mean, it's your fault for even treating him like a second option in the first place! what? he's the one that's been pestering you? no no, you could've just rejected him. it's not his fault, it's yours. you're not stopping him anyway so like, you're basically admitting you're in the wrong.

"yeah you should be sorry. how mean do you have to be to think of me just as someone you've hurt? I'm my own person too."

he says that but continues to use the fact that his familiarity elicits something in you. and he'll continue abusing it, continue taking advantage of your weakened state. why? because he can and because he wants to.

plus, it's amusing in it's own right to see you bending head over heels just to appease him. huh, guess the guilt runs deep, doesn't it?

oh it's whatever. he'll slowly condition you to start showing him the affection he so desperately craves anyway. he just needs to hold on a little longer. break you down a tiny bit more and then you'll be all his. he can feel it.

you two will be truly happy together. no other people, no guilt in your heart. just you and him, alone and content with one another.

that would simply be salvation, wouldn't it?

[22ayla21]

Imagine Amphoreus men who's very close to reader (and is secretly inlove hoho) but because of an incident that happen they thought they lost reader before they even had a chance to confess, but they suddenly came back, very much alive!

I was thinking about reader as part of kremnoan detachment to mydei's, then a childhood friend from aedes elysiae to phainon's and someone from the grove to anaxa (you can easily tell which incident i was talking about here hehe)

That's all thank you!

The Return of a Ghost from the Past

He thought he had lost her before he could even confess, but years later, he found her alive and well.

The rain poured as if the sky was weeping for those long taken by war. Mydei stood on the edge of Okhema, watching his people slowly settle into their new home. Kremnos was left behind—along with its bloody traditions and shadows of the past. But the shadows of the past never truly go away.

He pulled up the hood of his cloak, hiding his face from the wind, and headed down the winding streets, where the scent of fresh wood and wet earth still lingered. Okhema was different—warm, full of life, unlike the harsh Kremnos. Here, no one feared each other, no one plotted for power.

And yet, even here, in a foreign land, his past found him.

Her voice echoed like a long-gone day.

"I never thought I'd meet you here, Mydei."

He froze. That voice. Clear, ringing, but imbued with the same weariness as his own. He slowly turned around.

She stood before him—as defiant as ever. The face he remembered in minute detail had changed slightly—sharper cheekbones, scars that weren't there before. But the eyes... Those same eyes that once looked at him with the confidence of a comrade, and then disappeared in the bloody chaos of war.

"...You're dead," he breathed, unable to find other words. She smirked, crossing her arms.

"As you can see, I'm not."

Years of training, iron self-control—all vanished in an instant. He stepped forward but froze, unsure if he had the right to touch her.

"I... I looked for you. I mourned you."

"And I survived," her voice softened. "I woke up among strangers, weak, with no memory. I returned to life—but not the one I had."

Mydei clenched his fists. He wanted to ask why she hadn't looked for him. Why she hadn't come. Why she left him in the dark. But he knew the answer. War left no room for farewells.

"I should have told you... back then," he looked up at her. "I loved you."

She froze, then smiled—softly, sadly.

"I know."

Mydei took a step closer, and this time she didn't pull away.

Anaxa always considered himself a man of logic, but even logic couldn't help him accept the loss. She disappeared the day the Dark Current engulfed everything. Many scholars were scattered, and he was left among the survivors, not even able to reach her. He thought he had lost her forever.

He never got to tell her.

Now, some time later, he and the remaining scholars lived in Okhema—a new home, a refuge after the fall of the Grove of Muses. The world was no longer the same, but they tried to live on as best they could. Anaxa immersed himself in research, allowing himself to believe that reason would conquer chaos.

But, as it turned out, fate had something more than cold acceptance in store for him.

He saw her by chance.

That day, he was walking through the market stalls of Okhema, lost in thought. And suddenly, his gaze caught a familiar silhouette. Hair, gait, even the habit of lightly touching her chin when she was thinking.

It's impossible.

But his body moved faster than his mind.

"…You…" The words caught in his throat. She turned around.

In that moment, his whole world seemed to freeze. Her eyes widened, and her face reflected shock.

"Anaxa?"

That voice. So alive, so real.

And he didn't think anymore. He didn't analyze, didn't look for a logical explanation. He just stepped forward and hugged her tightly, not giving her a second to disappear again.

She froze in his arms before returning the embrace.

"I thought you were…" she swallowed.

"And I thought I had lost you," his voice was hoarse, barely holding back too many emotions. "How? How did you survive?"

She pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes.

"It's a long story. I... I fell into a rift. I woke up far from where the Dark Current caught us. I was found and cared for... but there was no way back. Until I found my way to Okhema."

She spoke, but he barely heard the words. Because the only thing that mattered was that she was here. Alive.

He looked at her, and only one question spun in his head: should he tell her now? He had carried it inside for so many years, allowing time and loss to extinguish the fire that once burned in his chest. But now that fire burned brighter than ever. And he wasn't going to lose her again.

Phainon never forgot her.

Memories of childhood, of the village of Aedes Elysiae, where he grew up under the care of his grandparents, were warm but also filled with pain. Because on the day the Dark Current fell upon his home, he lost everything. He lost his family, he lost Cyrena... and he lost her.

She was his friend, the one he shared his dreams with, the one who laughed at his antics and supported him when he stumbled. He never got to tell her how he felt. He thought he had his whole life ahead of him, but fate decreed otherwise.

When he became The Chrysos Heir, his heart didn't let go of the pain of loss. He vowed to cleanse this world of the threat that took his home and loved ones. He saw darkness, burned it with the light of his will... but the past could not be returned.

And then, in Okhema, he saw her.

Amidst the human bustle, somewhere in the distance, for just a second, he noticed a familiar silhouette. Phainon stopped. His heart skipped a beat.

No... impossible...

He couldn't help but follow her. He pushed through the crowd, not caring about the path, ignoring those around him. His mind screamed that it was a mistake, that it was just a trick of his consciousness, which had been searching for her face among strangers for so many years.

But when he was close, when her eyes met his... the world froze.

"You..."

She had changed, matured, but her gaze was the same. She looked at him first with confusion, then her eyes widened in shock.

"Phainon?"

He couldn't speak. His throat was dry. It was unreal, impossible.

"But how... You... you're alive?"

She stepped towards him, and he, as if in a trance, reached out, afraid it was an illusion, that she would dissolve like all his dreams. But her fingers touched his, warm, real.

"I thought I had lost you..." his voice was hoarse, full of emotions he had been trying to suppress all these years. She shuddered, and her lips trembled into a smile.

"And I thought I had lost you..."

They stood there, amidst the noisy city, not hearing a single sound around them. Years had passed, but they still remembered each other. And perhaps now he would have a chance to say what he never got to say back then.

[a-hazbin-reader]

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Angst??? Me on my drama bs again, Y/N gets harassed, Mentions of murder, Little spicy

Description: What if, in classic K-Drama style, you were in an arranged marriage with Alastor while you two were still alive and it SUCKEDDDDDDD!! Until it didn't

You both were forced into the marriage for different reasons, Alastor needing a marriage to look normal, to get people off his back and you because...you had to get away from your family

That and your options were Alastor, a man you barely knew by anything other than reputation or some pervert you knew all too well and refused to marry

You kept wondering what the downsides to marrying Alastor would be, what if he was a terrible drunk? Or a womanizer? Or what if he put hands on you?

But he ended up being none of those things, in fact... the wedding was a simple courthouse one and he didn't even kiss you

He took you to his home and immediately left after that, you spent your honeymoon alone and wandering an unfamiliar house

Alastor was polite enough but that's all he ever was to you, even after months of being married. He only ever worked, went out, and came to bed

He never really asked you about yourself other than how your day was and if you tried to ask him anything meaningful about himself... you simply got an answer that felt like a lie

Even if you broke something or spent an inappropriate amount of money, he only smiled at you and told you that it was okay

You have all the freedom you could ever ask for but somehow it feels like... just not what you signed up for. It feels like you're collecting dust

You find yourself wanting his attention, wanting to be anything more than just a box ticked off his list of things he got done

You briefly wonder if he has another woman in his life but why wouldn't he just marry her instead? He doesn't seem like the type of man to do anything he doesn't want to do

You didn't know if there was anything you could do to change how things were between you two

It was another lonely night for you when your best friend came to your door, a huge grin on his face as he peered in at you

"Y/N~ What's a man gotta do to get a poor lonely housewife such as yourself to go out to a new bar in town?"

You'd have gone crazy right now if it weren't for your best friend, he always seemed to show up when you were feeling down

Alastor wasn't home yet, so it was likely he was going to be gone all night... again. Not that he would even care or notice that you weren't in bed

"Let me get my coat!"

And just like that, you're having a good time, sitting at the bar and laughing so hard that you can't even pick up your drink without shaking

"There is no way that actually happened..!"

Your bestie folds his hand over his heart, still laughing so hard that there's tears in his eyes

"I swear! He really walked out with no pants on!"

A short blonde woman is running around managing things, you're guessing she's the new owner but you haven't had a chance to ask yet

Your friend suddenly perks up and pulls your drink out of your hand, hauling you out of your seat and dragging you to the dance floor

"Y/N! This is our song!"

He pulls you into the fray and you have to admit that this is more fun than staying at home and being lonely. Even when he tries to trip you with his two left feet

You're smiling so hard that your face hurts when your friend spins you and suddenly you're face to face with-your husband???

"Alastor?"

He seems just as surprised to see you, his smile twitching and eyes wide as if he can't believe what he's seeing

"Y/N? What are you doing here? I had no idea you liked to go out to these types of places."

Your surprise melts away into genuine anger, crossing your arms and backing yourself closer to your best friend who wraps a protective arm around you

You miss the way Alastor's eyes follow the motion and the predatory way his smile widens. You huff and inadvertently bring his attention back to you

"There's a lot you don't know about me."

And just like that, you're walking back into the crowd until you're out of sight. Your best friend turns to Alastor in confusion

"And who are you?"

"Her husband."

"Oh. Good to meet you?"

After that, Alastor starts noticing more and more about you, things that he wonders how he ever missed at all

Like how every weekend you're exhausted by the end of the day because you watch your neighbor's children for her so she can go to work

She's a single mom and that touches Alastor's heart in a way that you don't even realize

He finds out because he comes home early to find you with a toddler on your hip and a little one hiding shyly behind your leg at the sight of him

The older of the two tugs on your clothes and you lean down so that they can whisper loudly in your ear

"Who's that man..?"

Your eyes flicker over to Alastor for a moment before cupping a hand and whispering back just as loudly

"That's my husband, hunny."

"He's handsome~"

The blush on your face makes something in Alastor's chest swell with happiness as you nod and stand back up. The toddler clinging to you possessively and giving Alastor a mean stink eye

He spends the entire weekend observing how you interact with them, he also helps when he can but mostly finds he gets in your way

You're a natural and it's heartwarming to see, Alastor wonders if you had ever wanted kids. He wonders if you still do or if you gave up on that after marrying him

Alastor learns that every Tuesday you receive a bouquet of flowers that you immediately throw away and rip up the little note attached. You then spend the rest of the day in a sour mood that you try to hide from him

He finds the flowers in the trash one night and asks you about them, watching as you scowl at the sight

"Ugh. Throw those things away, I make it a point not to keep those kinds of things. It only encourages them."

"Encourages who?"

That's also how Alastor starts to piece together that you're a very popular woman. Men are seemingly constantly flirting with you and sending you gifts. It's something he didn't even notice before, and now it irritates him to no end

It doesn't help that practically nobody knows that you're a married woman, Alastor starts taking it upon himself to go out with you more to try and stop it from happening

Instead, he gets a front row seat to it, watching as a man looks you up and down before cornering you with a sleazy look on his face. Guessing by the way you roll your eyes, you're familiar with him

Alastor watches as you try to move around him and how the man whips his arm out to block you, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him as he leans in to-

"Excuse me, that's my wife you're drooling over~"

The man startles as Alastor grips his wrist with surprising strength and pulls his hands off of you. He looks stunned for a moment before laughing at Alastor

"If Y/N was married, then how come nobody can remember being invited to her wedding?"

And just like that, Alastor's past choices come back to bite him, and he regrets not giving you a proper wedding. Had you wanted one? Either way, this man is dead by the end of the week or so help him-

"Only people who deserved to be there were invited."

The mocking tone of your voice, along with the feeling of your hand on Alastor's arm, somehow makes him feel less murderous, his smile more genuine now

He also learns that you're very much starved of company and your only outlet has been going out and fixing your loneliness by surrounding yourself with people

Alastor discovers that when he comes home late to find that your bedroom is empty and he can't find you anywhere.

The first time it happens, he panics and goes out searching for you everywhere. Only to find you in a bar by yourself, playing with your straw as you watch couples slow dance

He immediately feels guilty at the wistful expression on your face, you're his wife... The least he could do was take you out dancing, he liked to dance so why hadn't he taken you before?

The second time it happens, he waits for you to come home and surprises you by asking you to dance, turning on the radio

"Alastor! I didn't know you were still up-I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

You're a little tipsy by the flush on your face, letting Alastor guide you into a slow dance and leaning your head on his shoulder to avoid staring at his stupid handsome face

You can't suppress the shiver that races down your spine when he presses his lips to your ear and strokes your back slowly

"Next time you want to go out, let me know, and we'll make it date, hm?"

"A date..?"

The third time doesn't happen because he comes home early and takes you out to go dance and have fun with him

Alastor begins earnestly putting effort into his marriage with you, falling a little harder each time he learns something new about you

He starts throwing away the Tuesday flowers for you, instead bringing you his own and making sure to really ask how you've been

He brings you things that he thinks you would like and starts to learn through trial and error what you actually enjoy receiving

He's careful not to go out on weekends anymore because he wants to be there to help you babysit so that you're not as exhausted by the end of the day

Which only ends up with you both being exhausted, once even falling asleep together on the couch. He woke up to you snuggled into his side and his arm wrapped around you

He goes out and runs errands with you when he can, doing everything he can to flirt and charm a blush onto your pretty face

One time, he took a box of cereal out of your hands and held it out of your reach so that you'd have to stretch to get it. Only to pull you in close so he can whisper to you that you look beautiful in your new outfit

"Ah, it's so cute to see a man still trying to date his wife~"

Alastor takes you out to a place of your choosing at least once a week, the two of you spending the time talking, drinking, and or dancing together

Even though he has less time to do as he pleases, Alastor finds himself looking forward to doing any of these things with you/for you

After awhile, you two start to feel like a real married couple. The kind who are genuinely in love and can't get enough of each other

Until the end of the day when you two go to your separate rooms, the action feeling far more awkward than it used to

Or when you're dancing together and Alastor dips you, your faces close and eyes drawn to each other's lips... only to both pull away last minute and instead opt to drink

Or the times when your hands brush together and both of you just want to hold on instead of drawing your hands closer to your bodies

It's downright confusing when you think too much about it, you can't hold it in anymore. Bringing it up to Alastor after your neighbor picks up her kids

He's waving goodbye to them and shutting the door when he turns to see the sullen look on your face

"Y/N, what's the matter? Do you miss them that much? Because they'll be back tomorro-"

"Alastor, what are we doing?"

He immediately knows what you're asking, a question he's been avoiding for sometime now

"We're married, we're doing what married couples do."

You wrap your arms around yourself and sigh before looking away from him

"But we didn't do that before and we don't do everything that married people do. We don't kiss, we don't sleep together, we didn't even really know each other until a few months ago."

He hates to see you looking so unsure of yourself, he gently grabs your hips and pulls you towards him, nuzzling your cheek

"And I apologize for that, I should've done things right the first time. You deserved that and I didn't see it. I just didn't know that loving you could feel this good."

Your heart is hammering as you take in his words, watching him place delicate kisses on your palm and fingers, making them tingle

"You really think you're in love with me?"

Alastor laughs and leans in to press his forehead to yours, staring at you with an amused look on his face

"I think it's about time we shared a bedroom like a real husband and wife, huh?"

He kisses you softly, but with all the heat that his words implied, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to his bedroom

He stops just before pushing the door in with his foot, looking at you with an cheshire-like grin

"You never said if you loved me back~"

It's your turn to grin, placing a finger under his chin and leaning in to kiss him softly

"I'm letting you consummate the marriage, aren't I~?"

[cimoris]

- ⚜︎ Good Father ⚜︎ -

A Cookie Run Kingdom Reader Insert Fanfiction

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Relationship: Child!Reader x Parent!Shadow Milk Cookie

Summary: The world sees Shadow Milk Cookie as the beast of deceit. Y/n sees him as a good father.

Series/AU: Chasing Home

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What is the line between good and evil? 

Y/n tried asking herself whenever she stood by her father’s side. The infamous Beast of Deceit that destroys a nation with a few words. Pulled the strings of cookies’ hearts like a puppeteer—a silver-tongued former scholar who twists knowledge to birth chaos and destruction. 

Cookies used to scream at her–scholars, former students, and former friends. They beg for her to “Please! Please! Please! You have to stop your father! The evil beast that destroys us!” Pleading at her until their throat bleeds out all of their jams.

Yet, Y/n only stared at them. She did not live in any rose-tinted world and acknowledged her father’s actions as morally wrong. But she will never lift her hands against him. Because to her, Shadow Milk Cookie, former Fount of Knowledge, is just a good father.

A father who carved her out of papier-mâché and wooden skeletons. Breathe her alive with his life powder as a companion in the bleak world of academics. Raise her with whatever love he has to spare when his students and fellow scholars squash them over and over again.

Hah. She still sees her drawings of the two of them attached to the wall of his private chambers.

Even when he embraces his deceitful side, his love for her remains truthful.

So truly, what is the line between good and evil? 

…

Is Shadow Milk Cookie good or evil?

…

The witches answered the questions for her, and it was the most disappointing answer she had ever heard. 

Imprisonment. Eternally caged within the silver tree guarded by immortal faeries. 

“Run.” Her father had said on the day those witches rained their holy forks on them. “Run, and never tell them who you are, y\n.” The beast hugged her, kissed her forehead, and flew away, dragging his creators’ attention away from his little girl. 

And being the good daughter she is, y/n ran.

She ran and ran and ran and ran. 

She ran as the cookies around her cheered. Ran as they sang praises to the witches who locked away the Beasts. Ran as cookies built her civilization again. Ran as new heroes rose to replace her father and his friends. And when she finally stopped, all of Earthbread had become a stranger. 

Ancients replaced the virtues. Kingdoms were built. Peace reigned where chaos once lived. And the memories of her father and his friends only remained as folklore.

Y/n remembers one night she was laughing like a mad cookie at one corner of the alleyway, riding high on the grief of never being able to see her father again. Never to see him smile. Never to hear his stories. Never, ever, ever again to taste his love. 

And in that corner, Y/n finally has the chance to grieve the loss of her only family when the rest of Earthbread cheered for his fall.

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A/n: I am bored, and I just had this story idea. So, enjoy, and feel free to ask any questions related to this story XD. I might add in more y/n stories and maybe do some request scenarios.

[whatifitis]

♡ two people can change - LN 4 ♡

Summary: A year after your relationship went up into ashes, you're forced to make a decision on what path to follow. Do you allow yourself to fall again for your first love? or do you follow a new path on your own? Can two people change?

Author's Note: Hi lovelies!!! Here is the 4th and final part of 'i wish you would've stayed'. I wanted to say a big thank you to those who have been following the series and showing it so much love. I hope y'all enjoy this part 😋

WC: 3770

CW: angst, brief mention of cheating, I think that’s it?

How did you always end up in the same spot? Over and over again? You’re always sitting around and thinking about the same person. Maybe because you didn't want to heal. The pain you’ve been trapped in is the last bond you have with him. It’s the last part of him that you know.

It’s been almost a year since you’d found the person you loved with a woman on top of him. You’ll never forget how the auburn flames came alive, destroying your last chance at a happily ever after.

You still don’t understand any of it. You thought you and Gabe were happy. You thought it was finally your turn at something good. So how did it end? You felt how everything slipped away. How it all slipped through your hands like water. As much as you tried to hold it all together, it was no use. It felt like your soul was leaving and your dreams were deflating right before your eyes.

You still mourn your relationship after all this time. Gabe really made you feel loved. He’s tried reaching out since it happened. He asks you how you are, if you’re okay, if you two can meet and talk. You don’t respond though. You don’t think you can face him again. You’re afraid that you’ll end up crawling back to him, just because it meant you wouldn’t be alone anymore. Like maybe you can have a husband and a house and a life again. But you know you deserve better, even if you end up alone.

Lando has been kind through this process. He understands that you have had a lot on your plate already and he doesn’t want to push you when you’re not ready. He’s there for you when you need him and he gives you space when you ask for it. He frequently checks on you, even if he’s out of town for a race. He listens to your rants, even when it’s 4 am for him.

He does so much for you, even when you tell him you don’t want a relationship any time soon. When you two spoke in the cafe a year ago, you told him you’d be willing to let him into your life very slowly. You missed him a lot, mostly as a friend. Before feelings got in the way, you two were the best of friends and you truly missed that part the most.

You aren’t even sure if you want to date Lando when you’re ready to get back out there. Even though he’s here now, it doesn’t mean he will be here later. And he really hurt you all that time ago. It all feels complicated, but yet so simple.

Maybe you need to stop bed rotting and get out for a walk. You get up and stretch, walk to the bathroom of your new apartment and brush your teeth. When you walked back to the bedroom, you picked your phone off the bed and checked the time, but you’re met with a new text message from Lando, ‘Hey! I have Max’s dog for the day and wanted to know if you wanted to join us for a walk. :D’

Creepy he offered a walk when you were about to go on one…

You stop and think if you wanna see him today. Maybe you can talk to him later and possibly discuss trying again? You still love him, even after everything. So why not?

You shoot back a text to let him know that you’re joining and you change your clothes.

As you put your shoes on, Lando texted you to let you know that he was downstairs with Theo, Max’s dog.

You spot Lando and Theo outside the door of your building and Theo is eager to greet you today. When Max and Pietra first adopted Theo, you were quick to befriend the dog since he took a liking to you. Maybe it was because he sensed your sadness but it’s okay. You’re just happy you’re one of the chosen ones.

Theo is jumping and grabbing at you until you’re knelt before him, letting him give you some kisses and you pet him and give him some belly scratches.

“Damn, do I get a greeting like that? I want belly scratches as well.” Lando says, giggling to himself.

“Don’t be jealous, Norris. It’s not a good color on you.” you joke.

“Every color is good on me, actually. Do you want to grab a coffee or something before we get to the park?”

“Nah. Maybe we can get some after?”

“Yeah. Sounds good.”

The two of you make simple conversation as you make your way to the park. It’s nice outside today. The sun is shining and providing some warmth to those who are out in the park today. It was like being held in the sun’s arms, the kind of warmth you haven’t felt in a long time.

You and Lando arrive at the park and walk around and try to find a nice spot in the grass to relax and play with Theo. It’d be nice to sit outside and breathe in some fresh air and just chill. Most days, you find yourself either stuck in your office at work or in your bed at home rotting.

Lando spots a nice area with plenty of space to chill in so the two of you make your way there. But as you two do, you pass a bench with an old woman, likely in her 70s, sitting on the bench. She spots the two of you and tells you “You two are a cute couple.”

You almost freeze in place. Trying to get your brain and body to cooperate, to reply kindly to the woman. But what were you supposed to say? Things are still complicated with Lando and if you said ‘Thanks’ then Lando could take it the wrong way and if you said ‘Oh, we’re not together’ then Lando could still take it the wrong way. Maybe there was a middle ground answer you could think of. Maybe you’re just seriously overthinking it.

“Oh! We’re not- It’s- I mean I wouldn’t mind- I really do-” Lando stammers, trying to find an answer as well.

“Ah. I see. Young lady, would you mind keeping me company for a minute?”

You look at Lando, to let him know you’ll sit with the woman for a bit and that he can go play with Theo. He nods silently and kisses your forehead before walking onto the grass field.

Damn him and his forehead kisses. You practically melted into it.

You sit down on the bench next to the woman and introduce yourself.

“Y/n. That’s a beautiful name, darling. I’m Margareth.”

“Hi, Margareth. How are you doing today?” you ask.

“I’m quite alright. Thank you for asking. How are you on this fine day?”

“I’m doing quite okay.”

“I’m sorry if my comment made you uncomfortable, darling. I noticed you sort of freeze. I didn’t mean any harm.”

“Oh, there’s no need to apologize. It’s just a bit complicated and I wasn’t sure how to respond.” you try and laugh it off.

“I understand. Tell me what about it has got you all mixed up?”

“Oh it’s a long story and I don’t want to bore you and trauma dump on you.”

“Darling, please. I’m an old lady. I barely get any good gossip nowadays. Please give me something juicy to report to my grandchildren.”

You laugh a little and decide there’s no harm in telling her. Maybe she could help you in the end. “Well, for years, Lando, the boy with the dog over there, and I were best friends. We were literally inseparable and we honestly just had such good times together. After some time, I caught feelings and told him and he said he’d felt the same way. We didn’t start dating though, he said he wanted to take things slow and make sure we weren’t really pressured. He’s also got a very busy career so I agreed to taking things slow and seeing where it went. But after some time, he pushed me away and said he wasn’t able to maintain any relationships, especially a romantic one. So I said okay and we stopped talking.”

“I see how that would have hurt you, darling. You seem like the person who wears their heart on their sleeve so I can only imagine how you felt.”

“Oh, that wasn’t even the worst part. So a few weeks after that or something, he started dating this girl.”

Margareth’s jaw drops and she’s practically gasping at this information, “No!”

“Yes! They were “official”. So I went through this whole crisis of ‘was it all fake?’, ‘was i the problem?’. And then we ended up in the same club and he was there with his girlfriend at the time. Somehow, we ended up on a quite balcony alone and he was telling me how great she was and that she’d “stayed”. So I was like ‘bitch, what the fuck? I stayed’. I mean I didn’t say it outloud, just in my head. Outloud I said congrats and I was happy for him yada yada yada.”

“Sounds like a right prick, love. So how did you two end up here together, today? Does he still have that girlfriend?” Margareth asks while side-eyeing Lando who is running around with Theo.

“No. They ended up breaking up. And I started seeing someone who I really loved and who I thought loved me.”

“Lord, please help me. What do you mean ‘loved’?”

“Uhm, a year ago, we were engaged and preparing for the wedding when I caught him in our bed with my cousin.”

“Shut up!” Margareth nearly falls off the bench from shock.

“I’m not kidding.” you laugh, her reactions are making you laugh so much, you want her to be your best friend now.

“What is wrong with men these days? They have everything and are so ready to just drop it all for what? Pussy? That probably isn’t even that good? And with your cousin of all people, fucks sake.”

“Margareth! Language, please. There are probably children around.” you laugh as you look around to make sure no young ears are within range.

“I’m sorry but I’m right. You’ll learn that soon.” she says as she pats your leg, “So, what happened after your ex man cheated?’’

“Uhm, I moved out. He gave me his cat cause she kept shitting in his shoes. And Lando found me in a coffee shop and apologized for everything and said he fucked up and wanted another chance. I told him my side of everything. Now it’s been a year and we’re just friends.”

“Do you want to be more?”

You sit there and think for a minute. You’ve been asking yourself this question for ages but you can never seem to get an answer. You want to be more with Lando, but you just can’t seem to push forward for some reason.

“I don’t know, honestly. So much of me says yes but there’s just something in my body saying no. That one little thing is the reason I haven’t run into his arms yet.”

“Well, darling, I want you to listen to me when I say this. You’re too full of life to be someone’s maybe. I know I just met you today, but I already know you. You were me when I was younger. A sort of quiet, reserved girl. You always dreamed of a happily ever after. Dreamed of meeting the one. Then mistake after mistake, you question if it’s right for you. But let me tell you this. Love is meant for you. You deserve so much more than what this world has handed to you so far.”

You look at her and take in her words. Maybe she’s right. Maybe you need to stop falling into the same cycles over and over again. Maybe it’s time to make your decision and figure shit out.

“Did you ever find ‘the one’?” you ask, genuinely curious, sort of making sure she’s not bullshitting you.

“I’m not bullshitting you, darling. I did find her. And she was magnificent. Worth all the heartbreak I’d ever endured. Worth every moment of sadness and despair. She was the best person I’d known. She made everyday bright and warm. It was like holding the world in my arms.”

“You say ‘was’. What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“She passed away a few years ago.” she says, giving you a smile.

“I’m so sorry, Margareth.”

“It’s alright. We lived everyday to the fullest. She left the world with no regrets. As much as I wish she were still alive, I know she still lives here in my heart. And I know she watches over me because on her deathbed, she threatened to haunt me if I moved on with a man.” the woman laughs. You join her in it.

“I’m glad you can laugh about it. And that you can cherish her and your memories together so nicely.”

“It took some time. I’m just glad I was allowed to have known her in this lifetime. Even if the time was short.”

You and Margareth just sit in silence. You think about everything you’d just learned and watch the view in front of you. Lando is being pushed to the ground by Theo. He’s laughing so hard as Theo is jumping all over him.

You’re smiling at the scene and imagining what a life with Lando would be like. Would things work out? Is it a life you’d always dreamed of? Would you be happy?

You’re brought out of your daydream as Lando walks over and asks you if you’re ready to go. You nod and stand, turning to say goodbye to Margareth but when you look to where she was sitting, no one was there.

Damn, where’d the bitch go? You look around but can’t seem to spot her. Maybe She’d said goodbye when you were in the middle of your daydreaming.

Lando and Theo walk you back to your apartment as Lando asks you what you spoke to Margareth about. You tell him it was just small talk and that she had the dirtiest mouth you’d ever come across.

“No fucking way. You’re saying that old woman was worse at cussing than Max V?”

“Yes! It was insane. It was like Max V in 50 years. It was hilarious.”

“I bet it was.” he lets out a soft laugh.

The two of you keep talking until you arrive at your apartment building when Lando offers to walk you up to your door. You agree and tell him that he can hang around for a bit and let Theo get some water and relax after such a nice day outside. This would also be the perfect time to talk to him about everything going on in your head.

The 3 of you make your way into your apartment and settle in with some ice cold glasses of water and some fruit. You and Lando are sitting at your dining table while Theo lies on your floor after chugging down a bowl of water.

You’re sitting there watching Lando, trying to find a way to start this conversation.

“Hey, Lan. We need to talk.”

“Oh, yeah. What’s up?” he asks hesitantly.

“I think I know what I want now. With life and everything.”

“Alright. What is it that you want?” he’s still hesitant, almost afraid of what you’re gonna say. His leg looks like it’s trying not to bounce and he’s fidgeting his hands.

“I think I need to be alone for a while.”

“Oh, I understand. So what does that mean? Exactly?” You can tell he’s disappointed.

“It means that we can’t hang out like this anymore and we can’t text every night and stuff. If we see each other when we’re out and about, then I’ll be friendly and say hi. But we can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“This. Whatever ‘this’ is. So much has happened between us these past few years and I think it’s fucking us up as individuals and as a ‘couple’ or whatever it is we are. We haven’t the time or opportunity to heal from all this shit. It’s not healthy, Lan.”

“But, I don’t understand why we can’t work through it together. I’m not saying I disagree with you and that I’m forcing you to be with me or something. I just genuinely want to understand and it might make it easier for me to move forward.” he looks at you softly, genuinely lost in this whirlwind.

“I get it. I think we each need to figure out who we are without being near each other. I think we’ve sort of been trying so hard to make things work that we’re not being true to ourselves anymore. I mean, we also have baggage that we still have to work through. I’m still fucked up over the whole Gabe thing and I’m still hurt over what you did when we were younger.”

To this, he flinches. You knew he was regretful of those things and he really tried making it up to you. But you had to be honest. Lando has to figure out why he did it in the first place and how he can work to improve his mental health more. He still can let his mind get fucked up and it’s hurting him.

“I really am sorry for the things I did.” he says as tears glass over his eyes.

“I know. And I’m sorry for having led you on.” you say, getting emotional yourself. Feeling your nose itch and your eyes sting.

“It’s okay. But, do you think one day, when we’re both better, we can try again? I really do love you, Y/n. I want to make this work. If you need real space and time, then you can have it. I’ll wait for you, Y/n. I will wait for you for 500 years. For a million life times. Even if it’s for just one moment.” tears are sliding down his face.

You reach for his hands and hold them tightly in yours, “I don’t want you to wait, Lan. I want you to go out and live. I want you to get better and learn to love people. I want you to find someone who can love you nearly as much as I do. I don’t want to stop you from finding the love of your life.” tears are sliding down your own face now, painting streaks.

“You won’t stop me from finding my love. You’re my love, Y/n. I don’t want someone else. I want you.”

“Listen to me, Lan. I loved you so hard for a time and I still do. And I wish I could forget all the ways that we’re broken, but I can’t. I don’t want us to destroy each other and hurt each other. It’s not fair to either of us. I’m closing the door. But I’m never going to lock it.”

Lando is on the verge of sobbing. He can’t believe this is how it ends, “For the longest time, I thought I was gonna be the one that got to marry you. It might be stupid and mean to say but I’m afraid if I get married to someone who isn’t you, my vows will be about you and not the person standing in front of me.” his voice breaks.

“I’m afraid that if I marry someone who isn’t you, that I’ll miss you while wearing my wedding dress.” you sit there for a second in silence with Lando. You can’t believe that this is happening. You really don’t want it to happen, “Maybe, one day. I’m not saying we’re not possible. Because maybe one day, it will be us. It’ll be us living the life we’d always wanted and dreamed of. Maybe it’ll be us that gets to live happily ever after. But I can’t promise it will be.”

“So, is this it? Is this the last time I get to see you?” he asks, desperate for you to say you’ll see him again and that he won’t have to wait long.

“For now, yes. I’m sure I’ll see you around though. Max and Pietra might push us into the same room for a while.” you laugh, watching as you were able to pull a smile from the man in front of you. The man you wish you didn’t have to let go of.

“I hope so.”

The two of you weren’t able to say the actual words ‘goodbye’, so you just hugged each other and held on for a while. The best place on earth was in each other's arms, and this was the last time you were gonna feel this safe.

Eventually, you had to let go. You watched as Lando grabbed Theo’s leash and got the dog ready to go home. The three of you walked to your apartment door and you watched as the two walked down the hall, about to turn a corner.

You watched as Lando looked back at you, one last time. He just wanted to savor the moment really, knowing he didn’t know when he would see you again. He wanted to memorize your outline and every detail of your being. Looking back at the person he loves the most in the world.

The two turn the corner til they’re out of view and you close your door and take a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. The sound of soft paws running down the hall grasp your attention as Olive pops into your view. You smile at the cat and pick her up in your arms as you go to sit on the ledge of your apartment window.

You look out at the world that keeps moving despite your own world feeling like it ended. You can’t believe that he’s gone. You can’t believe you did that. But it’s for the better, right?

Olive meows and you’re pulled out of your thoughts when you spot Lando and Theo walking out of your apartment building. Lando’s head is hanging down, walking away for what feels like forever. It looks like he wants to look back, but he doesn’t give in, just turning enough for you to see his side profile a bit.

You look at Olive and give the sweet girl a kiss on the head, “I guess it’s just you and me now.”

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hii idk if you'll take this rq but what if there was another ending where we meet shadow milk cookie and we start falling for him and our feelings for pure vanilla vanished and shadow milk cookie genuinely likes us back so they basically got together and what do you think will pure vanilla's reaction lol

do you think pv will try fight for reader's love once again and if so I feel like reader just now sees him as a friend and nothing more since now they found someone who actually sees them as a person which is smc

this is a random rq but I hope you'll be able to do this ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

The One Who Sees You

You should have known better. From the very beginning, you had stood on the sidelines, watching Pure Vanilla Cookie with the same quiet hope that perhaps, if you waited long enough, he’d turn toward you. But he never did. He only ever had eyes for White Lily. Even when you pleaded with him, selfishly asking him not to skip class, he never truly heard you. His heart was already elsewhere, tied to someone who had never once waited in the shadows. And now, standing in the grand halls of the kingdom he built, you watched as that hope shattered completely. "White Lily Cookie, I selfishly ask you to be mine, for now and for as long as forever lasts." You knew it was coming. You had felt it coming for years. And yet, the words still hit like a blade. You smiled through the pain, congratulated them, and clapped along with the rest of the crowd. Even as your heart crumbled, you stood tall. Because that was who you were, patient, kind, always supporting. Always waiting. But not anymore. So, when no one was looking, you slipped away.

The night after the ceremony, you wandered through the moonlit streets alone. The kingdom was alive with celebration, but you had no place in it. That was when you saw him. A figure perched atop a ledge, watching the festivities below with a smirk on his lips. Powder blue dough, dual-colored eyes that gleamed like gemstones, and a harlequin’s shadow twisting around his form. "Now, now, what’s this? A lost little star wandering all alone?"

Shadow Milk Cookie. You had heard whispers of him. A trickster, a deceiver, a performer who turned reality into a spectacle. He was trouble, a being of chaos and lies. But at that moment, you didn’t care. "What do you want?" you asked tiredly. He tilted his head, leaping down gracefully to land beside you. "You tell me. You’re the one with sorrow dripping from your eyes. Poor thing," he cooed mockingly. "To be so devoted, only to be cast aside. How tragic." You bristled at his words. "I wasn’t cast aside. I was never there to begin with." He chuckled, a low and knowing sound. "And yet, you waited. Hoping. Ah, how familiar this tale is." He leaned closer, his unreadable eyes locking onto yours. "I wonder… if you were given the chance, would you still wait?" You hesitated. Because despite everything, a part of you still wanted to say yes.

Shadow Milk Cookie grinned, as if he had already known your answer. "Well, I do love a good tragedy… but even I have my limits." He tapped his staff against the ground, shadows curling at his feet. "How about a change of script, little star? Let’s play a different game." You stared at him. "What kind of game?" His smile widened, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. "One where you’re not just a spectator." At that moment, you didn’t realize what he meant. You didn’t know that this was the beginning of something new. That while he saw you as a momentary distraction, something to toy with, the game would soon become something much more. You didn’t realize that, for the first time, someone truly saw you. At first, Shadow Milk Cookie’s presence was nothing more than a curiosity. He would find you at odd hours, teasing you with his riddles and illusions, playing with your emotions like a puppeteer. "You’re far too patient for your own good, little star. Why not take what you want instead of waiting for it?" "Because I don’t believe love is something to be stolen." "How dull. But I suppose that’s what makes you you." For a while, you thought he only kept you around out of amusement. And you weren’t wrong. He enjoyed watching you waver, testing the limits of your devotion. But then, something changed. One night, when you spoke of your past of the kingdom you built, of the years you spent waiting his usual smirk faltered. "You built your walls high," he mused. "To protect myself," you admitted. "And yet, I slipped through the cracks." You laughed softly. "I suppose you did." It wasn’t immediate, but little by little, the way he looked at you shifted. The teasing softened. The smirks were accompanied by something else, something real. And before you knew it, he was no longer playing a game.

Pure Vanilla Cookie was the one to find you. It had been a long time since you last spoke, and when your paths finally crossed again, his eyes softened with something you couldn’t quite place. "(Y/N) Cookie..."  His voice was laced with something unreadable. Hesitation? Regret? He took a hesitant step forward, his expression unreadable.. Shadow Milk Cookie stood beside you, one arm lazily draped over your shoulders. Unlike before, when you had stood alone in the background, now you were seen. A presence, not a shadow. You smiled, but it was different now. There was no waiting in your eyes, no lingering hope. "I heard news that you were coming to my Kingdom, I hope you had safe travels getting here" you said politely. His gaze flickered to Shadow Milk Cookie, whose smirk only grew. "Missed your chance, Virtuous One," he drawled mockingly. "This one’s with me now."

Pure Vanilla frowned. "Are you truly happy?" Shadow Milk Cookie stiffened slightly, but you didn’t hesitate. "I am."  You realized how easy it was to say those words, maybe once months ago you would have faltered. Pure Vanilla’s expression almost gave you second thoughts, his usual serenity breaking ever so slightly. Perhaps, deep down, he had always assumed you would still be there, waiting. That your patience was endless. But time had passed. You had changed. And now, you were standing beside someone who saw you for who you truly were. Pure Vanilla opened his mouth, as if wanting to say more, but no words came out. He knew, just as you did, that it was too late. With a soft smile, you excused yourself, turning away, stepping forward with Shadow Milk Cookie at your side. This time it wasn't you, watching from the sidelines. You were finally walking forward. And you weren’t looking back.

A/N Hopefully this fulfills your request <3

[maeintree]

not so alone | l. laufeyson

Summary: Drifting through space after Asgard’s fall, Loki faces an uncertain future. You’ve known him since before fate pulled him in every direction—before the lies, the losses, the wars. Now, for the first time, he has a choice. And maybe, he doesn’t have to make it alone. Pairing: ragnarok!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader Word Count: 1.4k Author's Note: set after thor: ragnarok, this explores a quiet moment between loki and the reader, someone who’s known him and thor since childhood; kinda sad that he has to die after this. like actually die. maybe that's why i wrote it :( 🥲

You had been by their side long before fate demanded Thor wield his hammer and Loki master his tricks.

Before the weight of Asgard’s future pressed heavy on their shoulders, before battles and betrayals, before gods became myths on Midgard—you were there. A childhood friend, a warrior, an ever-present constant between Thor’s blinding light and Loki’s flickering shadows.

But time changes even the strongest bonds.

When Loki fell into the void, you mourned him. When he returned, leading an army against Midgard, you fought against him. When he played his games, shifting alliances like a man changing cloaks, you told yourself that whatever remained of the boy you once knew was gone.

And yet, here you are.

Sakaar had been its own kind of nightmare. You had been dragged through one of the scavenger’s wormholes, thrown into the gladiator pits, forced to fight for the Grandmaster’s amusement. You survived on sheer will, your skills as a warrior keeping you alive long enough to plot escape. Then Thor crashed into your world again, bringing his usual chaos with him. And Loki, of course, was never far behind.

Reuniting with them had been strange.

Thor had embraced you as if no time had passed, laughing despite his predicament. Loki, on the other hand, had been more reserved, watching you carefully, like a memory he hadn’t expected to see again.

He had still played his tricks, still maneuvered for his own gain, and yet… he had come through in the end. He had stood on that bridge, side by side with his brother, fighting to save what little of Asgard remained.

Now, that home is gone.

You step onto the deck of the ship, the silence of space stretching endlessly beyond the viewport. Asgard’s remnants—the people, the legacy—are somewhere aboard, but right now, you seek only one person.

Loki sits near the edge of the ship, gazing out at the stars. The firelight from the torches nearby casts flickering shadows across his face, but his expression is unreadable. He doesn’t turn as you approach.

“You should be celebrating with Thor,” he says, his voice measured. “He won, after all.”

You lower yourself onto the bench beside him, folding your arms over your chest. “So did you.”

He lets out a quiet scoff, though there’s no real venom in it. “Did I?”

“You made the right choice,” you say simply.

Loki tilts his head slightly, considering you. “And yet, here we are. Asgard is nothing but dust, and I find myself adrift on yet another ship, a passenger in my own fate.”

You study him for a moment, taking in the way his hands rest idly on his knees, his shoulders not quite holding their usual poised arrogance.

He looks… tired. Not just physically, but in the way a man looks when he has spent too long pretending not to care.

“You could’ve left,” you point out. “You had a thousand chances to walk away.”

“Yes, well.” He exhales, a slow, measured thing. “Perhaps I’m growing sentimental in my old age.”

You huff a small laugh. “Old age. Imagine that.”

Silence stretches between you, but it isn’t the heavy, expectant kind. It’s a silence laced with familiarity, with something that has always existed between you both but has long gone unspoken.

After a while, Loki shifts, his voice quieter when he speaks. “Do you ever wonder if we were meant for something else?”

You glance at him. “What do you mean?”

He keeps his gaze on the stars. “I spent my whole life believing I was meant for something greater. That I was destined for a throne, for power, for recognition. And yet… every path I take seems to lead me further from it.” He exhales. “Now, I wonder if the fault was in me, or in the dream itself.”

Your chest tightens slightly. This isn’t the Loki who taunted Midgard, nor the one who stood smugly beside the Grandmaster. This is the boy you once knew—the one who always felt like he had something to prove, the one who reached for things always just out of his grasp.

You shake your head. “I don’t think it’s either.”

He raises an eyebrow, finally looking at you. “No?”

“No.” You offer him a small smile. “I think you’re just still figuring out who you are without someone else telling you who you should be.”

Loki blinks, as if the thought had never occurred to him. He studies you, something unreadable in his gaze. “And who do you think I am, then?”

You hold his gaze, unflinching. “Someone who’s still here.”

For a moment, he says nothing. Then, slowly, his lips quirk into the barest hint of a smile—not his usual smirk, not something sharp or mocking, but something softer, something real.

“Perhaps,” he murmurs.

He leans back slightly, resting his arms along the edge of the bench, glancing back at the stars. “Thor wants to take them to Earth,” he says after a long pause.

You nod. “It’s the best option.”

“Maybe,” Loki concedes, though there’s doubt in his voice. “But I’m not sure what place I have there.”

You tilt your head. “What do you mean?”

He exhales, rubbing his fingers together absently. “Thor will be their king. He’ll do his best to lead them, to rebuild. I have no doubt he will thrive. But me?” His lips curve slightly, wry. “I’ve never been good at following.”

You smirk. “That’s an understatement.”

Loki chuckles, shaking his head. “If we go to Midgard, I will be seen as a villain, a threat. If I stay with Thor, I will be his shadow, lingering on the edges of a throne that was never meant for me.” He glances at you. “So, tell me, where does that leave me?”

You study him carefully before saying, “Wherever you want to be.”

Loki arches a brow.

“I mean it,” you continue. “For the first time, you get to choose your path without Odin’s expectations, without Thor’s shadow, without anyone telling you what you should be.”

Loki looks at you, searching for mockery but finding none. He exhales, thoughtful. “And if I don’t know what I want yet?”

You shrug. “Then you take your time figuring it out.”

Silence settles again, but this time, it feels lighter. Less uncertain.

Loki tilts his head slightly. “And what of you?”

You hesitate, then smile. “I suppose I’m still figuring that out, too.”

Loki smirks more.. softer, something shared. “Then perhaps,” he muses, “we can be adrift together, just for a little while.”

You meet his gaze, warmth stirring in your chest. “Perhaps.”

And for the first time in a long, long while—Loki doesn’t feel so alone.

You rest your head gently on his shoulder, the quiet of the universe wrapping around you both. Loki, after a moment’s pause, shifts, his arm snaking around your shoulders, pulling you closer. His head rests against yours, and for once, there’s no distance between you.

Just the comfort of shared silence and the promise that, for now, you are not alone.

missing loki and i just knew he needed comfort. fuck thanos man :( hope you enjoyed! likes, comments, and reposts are greatly appreciated.

[evandsolo]

Home is where you are. | ft. Choi San.

choi san x reader genre : fluff, established relationship, slice of life words : 1,790. trigger warning : none ! if you see some, please tell me. plot : it's your first anniversary with the love of your life. you just spend the night together. side note : i just love San so much, i wanted to write the cutest thing with him ! I hope I gave him justice !

It’s already been a year. The best year of your life if you had to be fully honest. A year since he said he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. You knew San for a long time before, but could you imagine how amazing your life would be today ? You’ve never felt so loved before, so understood, so cherished, even though his work was taking a lot of his time. He always made sure to have enough time to spend with you.  

“I can't wait to be home and to be with you again” he said on the phone last night making your heart flutter so fast. “I Can't wait either. Will you be home when I get back from work?” You asked, hoping for a positive answer “I'm landing in the morning. I'll probably have to make a stop by the agency before heading home but I'll be there. I promise.” 

Your day was full of meetings and appointments, but you loved your job so much. You had a lot of responsibilities and you've never felt so accomplished in your life ever before. You kept on checking your phone every time you had the chance to. You wanted to make sure your boyfriend arrived safely, but the text did not arrive as soon as you hoped it would. He was supposed to arrive in the morning. He always texted you when landing. He probably had forgotten, you knew he had a lot of things to do. Or maybe the plane was running late. For a second you thought about checking his flight, just to reassure yourself. But it'd be a little bit extra. You let the hours pass by, until it was time for you to go home. Still no news of your lover. You can’t help but start to worry. It’s not usual for him to remain silent, especially when he comes home from a long trip.  

You hoppe in a taxi trying to call his best friend, who also became yours over time. “Yeah ?” answers Wooyoung’s voice on the other side of the phone. “Good lord, you’re alive !” Relief can be heard in your voice. “Of course I am ! Are you okay y/n ?” Okay ? How can you be ? “ I haven’t heard from San since you took off the plane, is he still with you ?” you ask. please please please, tell me he is with you. “No, he left the agency a few hours ago, but I'm pretty sure his phone died. You don’t have to worry, y/n” You try real hard to hold back your tears. “Yeah, I hope you’re right. Thanks Woo.” You finish, hanging out the call. Why hasn't he reached out to you yet ? On that day that seemed so special for the both of you. 

Your way home is full of questions and worries. You try to call him up but you end up again by falling on his voicemail without even a tone. Wooyoung was probably right after all, there was no need to be worried. 

You unlock your door and suddenly your heart stops in your chest. A soft dim light is diffused in the whole apartment, and the floor is covered in red petals. The room is filled with the sound of your favorite melody. All the pieces of the puzzle are assembled and you finally realize what was going on. Your eyes are starting to fill with tears as you move into the room. He stands up here, behind the central island of the kitchen. His eyes finally reach you and you can see the widest smile on his face. “ Hi gorgeous !” He says, in his joyful voice. 

Your bag falls on the ground, and you run into his arms, burying your face into his chest. You were so worried, that seeing him here was the biggest relief ever. “I’m happy to see you too, baby.” He chuckles. “ I missed you, and you didn’t send any text. I thought something bad happened to you.” You admit, keeping your face close to his heart so you could hear his heartbeat. “ My phone died before I left the agency and I didn't have any battery left in the other one. But I had to come home fast.” You sigh in relief. You finally took a second to reach out to his lips and pressed yours against it. “I missed that.” He says, when you step back. 

“What were you cooking? It actually smells so good !” You ask, leaning on the counter to see into the pot. “A Sundubu-jjigae. Your favorite.” He answers, putting a kiss on your temple. “You really make my life feel like a dream, Sannie.” You were so lucky to have him. The sound of your favorite jazzy melody echoed in the room. Everything was so damn perfect. “ Would you like to dance with me ?” He asks, behind your back. “Here ? But the kitchen is way too small, we don't have enough space to dance.” You say, pointing at the room around you. “We won’t be fancy waltzing for sure, but I just want to have you close and swing to music.” He puts his hands around your waist and you wrap your arms around his neck, and starts swinging softly around the room. Soft light coming from the little spots and candles around the room made it even warmer. That was comforting. You always dreamed of those kinds of moments, but never thought it could be real. But here you are, slow dancing in the arms of the love of your life. “ I’m so thankful for the life we share.” You whisper, eyes riveted in his. He was gentle, understanding. The most caring and beautiful soul you’ve ever seen in your life. He makes you turn around yourself and you can’t help but giggle. “I’m thankful for you, y/n” He murmurs in your ear. keeping you close to him. The music changed, and sadly you stopped the moment. 

It was time for you to freshen-up a little, as the dish was finishing to stew. You had a few minutes before you. Once you reach the room, you find a giant box on the bed. The bow on it doesn't fool you. You also had a present prepared for your lover, but this ! This was quite wild. “Love ? What's in there?” You shout from the room. “Open it, you'll love what's inside !” Curious, you pull the piece of fabric to open the box’s lid. It’s absolutely full of things, and every little detail makes your heart warmer. Twelve items, for twelve months of love. A giant bear plushie, some candies, your favorite perfume, a very pretty bracelet. amongst everything there was a silky sleepwear set. Two cats were embroidered on the top, right on the heart position. It was the cutest thing you’ve ever witnessed, and it was quite special to you. It was personalized and showed how much attention he puts in everything you said or shared this past year. You took the time to admire every single item, before heading to the bathroom for a few minutes. 

“So ? You like… Wow ! Hello Baby.”  He says, appearing in the door frame, making your smile become wider. The way he was looking at you, could make you fall in love again. “How did I get that lucky ?” He asks, as you turn to him. He had so much love in his eyes. That's something you have never witnessed ever before. And the way he looked just like a prince out of a fairytale. His half buttoned shirt, rolled out sleeves, perfectly adjusted to his good amount of muscles. He couldn't look more handsome than this. “ You ain’t bad either, love.” You answer him with a little voice both amused and lascivious. You loved the way his honeyskin stood out even more thanks to his white shirt. He probably would be even more handsome without, but you’ll keep that for later.

You grab the small box on the dresser before heading towards him and placing a kiss at the corner of his jaw. “Here’s yours. Open it.” You invite him, a little smile on your lips. You waited for this for days. You knew he'd be so happy.  “What’s in there ?” He says, looking at it closely. But it was just a box, no brand, no distinctive signs of anything. “Just open it !” You press him with all your impatience. You couldn’t wait any longer. He opens the upper part, just to discover a gorgeous beige necklace. “Babe ?” He says, a little bit lost, when taking the object in his big hands. You can’t help but giggle. “You should just read the paper in it, before looking at me like that.” He took it with concern, and read the lines you handwritten him earlier on. 

Hi ! It’s me, Byeol. 

Apparently, you told mom you were hoping to grow the family one day. So here I am the first addition to our family. I may not be a human baby, mom says it’s a little bit too soon, but she said to me you’d be the happiest kitten dad in the world.  

I can’t wait to meet you ! You and mom will come and get me tomorrow morning. 

See ya, Byeol ! 

“Is it real ?” He said, lifting his head up to you, his eyes sparkling with joy. You nod your head quickly, happiness reading in your features. “But you said because of your allergy we couldn’t have cats !” His cautiousness made your heart flutters. “It’ll be okay, I've discussed with doctors and I was able to be desensitized, so we will be able to accommodate her.” You didn’t tell him anything to keep the surprise total. And it worked just as you expected. “ You did that for me ?” He asks, wrapping his giant’s arms around you. “ Yeah. You wanted to have a cat for so long now. I knew you’d be happy.” He leans to you, to kiss you deeply. “Do you know how much I love you ?” He says against your lips, making you smile as you step back a little. “I’d probably love you more after the diner. Because you cannot imagine how hungry I am.” You say, leaving his arms to run to the kitchen. 

From the hallway you can hear him yelling with joy and saying "Guys! I’m going to be a cat daddy!" Probably a voice message he sent to his best friend, impatient to share the big news. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

Life was so good by his side, you hoped it would remain like that, forever. Even how fast, crazy and amazing it is. It’s just as perfect as you expected it to be.

I really hope you appreciated it, do not hesitate to reblog or to leave a note i’d love to read all about your thoughts. ✿

[julesdaydreams]

@wolfstarmicrofic II may 1 - truth II word count: 540

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"

Remus’ hands were shaking and he forcefully pushed them against the table in front of him, trying to ignore the imploring gazes of the jury. The light was too bright and made him feel like he was standing on a stage. He guessed he kind of was, sitting on the witness stand.

His eyes flitted around the room, dangerously close to landing on the one person that he so desperately avoided looking at. He was wearing grey robes, way too loose on his haggard body, long black hair dry and frizzy, almost to his waist now, and his-

“Mr. Lupin?”

Remus’ eyes snapped back to the judge at his side and he swallowed, trying to compose himself.

“Yes.” his voice cracked, hands bunching into fists. “Sorry. Yes, I do.”

A nod. The judge continued.

“The defendant may begin to question the witness on his memory of the murder of Lily and James Potter, twelve years ago.”

Remus’ ears were ringing and he desperately tried to stay in the present. James was lying on the floor, glasses broken and askew on his face, eyes wide open. And Lily. Oh, his Lily, murdered in cold blood as well, just a few feet away, hand still stretched out to the crib in which a crying baby Harry lay. And Sirius, bloody hands and petrified face, looking so, so devastating. His love, his soulmate, the person he thought he would spend the rest of his life- no.

All that lies in the past, Remus reminds himself, as he forces his gaze to the defendant and not the committed murderer - falsely convicted murderer? - at his side. Trying to answer the questions to the best of his knowledge.

Twelve years he tried to forget, never being able to. Seeing his dead friends in his dreams, bright blue eyes in his nightmares. He shouldn’t have to do this all over again. Every fiber in his being wanted to be far, far away. Somewhere sunny, or maybe the mountains. Just not here, so close to the person who ripped his heart to shreds without even blinking. Who betrayed them all and yet… and yet, Remus missed him.

That’s why he was here after all. To tell his tale, something he never got to do twelve years ago, when everything had moved too fast. One blink his friends were alive, the love of his life at his side, smiling. The next they were dead and he.. he was locked up somewhere for life, never to be seen again.

But then he got a call. New evidence. Something weird about another case that connected to this one over a decade ago.

And Sirius Black. Innocent.

Possibly. Unbelievingly. Miraculously. A one-in-a-billion chance. A thought Remus never even dared to entertain, because…

Well… it hurt too much to even think.

And yet, he was here, and when Remus finally locked eyes with the person he held so dear even after all those years, his heart skipped a beat and all he wanted was to make things right.

Because if Sirius Black was innocent, then he would never, ever, let him go again.

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teehee I have a small thought (batfam related, yk that one where y/n gets killed)

imagine if y/n was brought back by the pit, but instead of being a "shell" in that hc u made, she becomes completely stoic, like just blurts out what she was feeling back when she was neglected with the most blank expression ever, I imagine it being more focused on bruce and Damian since yk..bruce was the shittiest parent ever, and Damian with his sparky ass insults.

You…God, damnit Anon. You summoned me and I suddenly have the motivation to write after reading your two requests.

I don't know if you wanted a one-shot or HC. So I just went with a HC because it's much easier to push out. Though if you want me to make a one-shot feel free to ask. I'll take 7 years to write it. Though at the end I did sort of a one-shot.

Damian should have known something was wrong when y/n didn't start thrashing around and attacking anything that moved after crawling out of the pit. She just stared at her hands, clenching them into firsts and then unclenching them slowly.

Maybe Damian was too relieved to see y/n breathing and moving to really care. Maybe he thought that she was just in shock. Coming back to life isn't always expected and it can take a real toll on someone.

Not to mention that y/n was, compared to her brothers, far weaker. Not just physically, but mentally as well. So it's not surprising that she was so docile, right? It's only a matter of time before that effect wears off and she'll be normal. Or something close to normal.

Okay, maybe deep down Damian knew that there was a chance that he wasn't getting y/n back. Everyone knew that there was no getting her back, but he was willing to take the risk. He came this far and it didn't take long for Bruce to pick up on what his youngest was doing.

Damian has his big sister back and he's not going to let her go again. It's only a matter of hours before Bruce comes breaking down the door to drag them back to Gotham. So Damian took the time to clean up y/n.

She was still in her funeral clothes for goodness sake. She reeked of death, but that didn't stop the boy from hugging her tightly.

While getting cleaned up, she doesn't say a thing. Or even make a lot of noise. It was almost like she was still dead.

By the time Bruce gets there, he's not surprised by Damian's actions. He thought of doing the same thing, but he couldn't bring himself to do such a thing. He couldn't disrespect her life by bringing her back. How could he dare think of that when she looked so at peace when she died.

He remembers how her body was tense before it became horrifyingly relaxed. There was a fear of death in those [eye color] eyes, he knows because he saw it. But it was so quick and fleeting that he could have missed it if he wasn't so close.

In a twisted way he wished y/n had clung on to him just like she did when she was a wide eyed little girl and cried. Cry that she didn't want to die. Cry that it was too early to leave now. Cry that she didn't want to leave them.

But all she did was give a crooked smile and mumble to herself as blood dribbled down her chin. She spoke incoherent things to herself. A name or two slipped from her cold lips, but they weren't ones of her family. From what he gathered it was just a close friend and her significant other's name. She died thinking of those who cared and loved her back. Not of the family that she couldn't stand to be around.

Even when her own adopted father held her dying from close, they were far from her line of thought.

So seeing y/n alive was gut reaching for Bruce. There was no pain, anger, sadness, or joy on her face. She was just there. Staring at him with an uncomfortable indifference.

Damian was ready to start a fight with Bruce. Not a physical one, but he would cross that line if he needed to. He was ready to defend himself in what he thought was best for y/n. Yet Bruce lets out a quiet sigh and tells that it's time to come home. How anticlimactic.

The plane ride back to Gotham is long and quiet. It also felt cramped by how close Damian was to y/n and unwilling to give her too much space.

By the time they made it back to the manor, everyone was caught up to date. The development is surprising to some while others not so much.

Everyone is in the bat cave. Gathered around to see y/n back from the dead. The silence is deafening as they wait for something. Just something from her, but she walked past them all. Out of the cave and to where her room was. Nothing was out of place in her room, though it was mostly empty after she had moved out a few years ago. She laid on her bed and slept as if nothing was amiss.

That's where the family infighting starts. Question of was this the right thing. What are going to do now? Why the hell did you think this was a good idea? There's going to be a lot of hash words being shared, but at the end of the day what was done was done and they had y/n back. They weren't going to mess up the second time.

Did they really get a second chance because it didn't feel like it. A week would pass and y/n has yet to come out of her room. She's alive and breathing because the trays of food left outside her door are always empty.

The camera's installed while she slept showed that she was doing nothing. All she did was lay in bed. She'd get up to use her private bathroom, but other than that there wasn't much. She was rotting away alone in her room.

This rang familiar bells in Alfred, Bruce, and Tim's head. y/n wasn't prone to long depressive episodes, so this could be something similar. The lack of socializing and excessive oversleeping was typically a big red sign for them to do something. In the past they would not force, but push her into doing social things or at least being out of her room.

They could approach this situation the same way, but they'd have to be extra careful. This was a unique and tricky situation to be in. It was also odd if not worrying that she hasn't succumbed to lazarus fever.

They could try to bribe y/n out of her room with activities that have to do with her old hobbies.

"Alfred is baking today, he said might need some help."

"I just stole the keys to the batmobile, you wanna take it for a ride?"

"Hey, do you want to…um, play a video game with me. I remember we used to play Hellflight Deadcraze a lot. They came out with the 3rd game. I just bought it today, so...Yeah."

Though the likelihood of that working is low. If they're really desperate to interact with her, they might as well just bust down her door.

At some point all the poking and prodding is going to irritate y/n. Whoever popped her bubble is going to be on the receiving end of pent up emotions.

I don't believe y/n would ever intentionally say how much the family's treatment harmed her. Again it would bubble up and fester for a while before she explodes. The thing about y/n is that she has an inferiority complex. In her life she aimed to please and help.

She understands that Gotham is dangerous. A lot of people need help and she couldn't bring herself to pull them away from their job. To her it would be like pulling a fireman away from a fire to chat as people burned alive. Even if the fire was out the fireman would be tired and need to rest, so she couldn't just pull them wherever she wanted to go. She shouldn't pester them.

In y/n's eyes, she was never worthy of being a hero because she wasn't good enough. She was never worthy of being with the family because she wasn't helping enough. She should do this to prove her worth. She's not worthless because she can do this for you and this as well!

She embodies inferiority and self-loathing. Someone that feels insignificant and has the strong urge to do more. She has- or had in this situation, hope. Hope that she'll be worthy of love. Love, affection, praise is what drives her and will seek it out if she's desperate. If she does ask or seek it out she'll be feeling guilty since she didn't really do anything to get it. In her mind she was being greedy and she couldn't help herself.

Bonus

"Just stop. Leave me alone." Her voice was almost pleading as she gripped the wrapped gift box. The gift was a symbol of peace, almost a treaty. That's all it was supposed to be, but she acts as if she had been spat in the eye.

Seeing that Bruce wasn't listening to her, she dug her nails into the gift. Almost tearing into the [favorite color] wrapped paper. He stood before her like an unmoving entity. The longer he stood by the more she wanted to snap into herself. She didn't want to slowly curl into a ball. She wanted to snap herself together with a violent and almost sickening crack. This just wasn't fair.

Clenching her jaw, her voice became much colder. It wasn't as cold as the middle of winter, yet it still had a chill to it.

"I thought you'd get it that I didn't want this. I shut you out, but you- all of you just keep buzzing. None of you are getting the hint. You just keep coming back louder than before. Why can't you let me be alone? Why can't you act overworked and tired? Why can't you just leave things the way they were?"

Bruce was conflicted upon hearing her say that and would try to claim that everything is going to come around. Everything always comes around in the end and this wouldn't be any different. They are going to get through this as a family.

y/n's frown would deepen and her eyes would furrow at his attempt at comfort. She looks as if she just ate something that was expired, leaving her mouth with nothing but a nasty sour taste.

"Because we're family." She whispered to herself before almost grimacing at the words. Her voice became sharp and cold as a blade, "I don't understand why you'd suggest that I was still a part of the family. I don't think I've been family for a good while now."

She clicked her tongue as she dropped the gift box while looking Bruce in the eyes. "Come on, you can't say you cared about me after I stopped being useful. When did you realize that I wasn't anything special? Was it when I kept crying about punching villains or when I was too slow to teach."

Seeing the conflicted look in his blue eyes confused her. Why would the truth conflict someone unless it was pity. Even after all this she's just a pitiful little crybaby to him. One good hit and she's out wailing on the floor for someone to kiss her boo-boo away.

Somehow this hurt her. Her pounding heart felt like it was twisting on itself. She wanted to cry and laugh at how she thought things couldn't get any worse. Then somehow it did. The universe, the world, the Wayne had proved her wrong yet again. It was as funny as it was sad.

She could have broken down there, but she needed to hear it. She had to hear the truth, so she kept twisting her heart with her own hands. It didn't matter how much it hurt.

"Or maybe you were in denial? You had wasted a lot of time and resources on a dud. Then Damian threw cold water on you and left you shivering, right? I'm just leeching off of you and the others. Then…Then you choose them over me. I was an afterthought, or is that being too generous? Did I ever circulate in your mind before this?"

Her voice was becoming shrill and gruff like she was on the verge of tears. "When did you realize that I was dead weight, Batman? Did I make Bruce Wayne look more caring to the people when I talk about how much I love my family? Did my life serve any use or was I always just a speck of dirt on your shoes?"

Those words were far from the truth, yet with how she spoke Bruce knew that she believed in all that she was saying. Each and every word was true to her. Honestly he didn't know what to say. This was all too much. Having to hear your own child degrade themselves with such honesty was heartbreaking.

Taking his silence as a sort of confirmation, y/n ordered him to leave and of course he did. He'd fix this somehow. He just needed time. They needed time.

I cut off the ending because I didn't want to write too much. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. I haven't proofread this, Google Doc says there aren't any errors (probably a lie), and it's 3 in the morning. Goodnight.

[hansuigen]

8 days, 8 lives - xmh. monologue.

☁️ Pairing : Xu Minghao x afab!Reader ☁️ Genre : supernatural au, angst & romance, friends to lovers. ☁️ Word count : 466. ☁️ Summary : Minghao dies. Over and over again, in different ways, at different moments. One minute, he’s there—alive, laughing, breathing beside you. The next, he’s gone. And just when the loss becomes unbearable, time resets. You wake up eight days before his death, trapped in an endless cycle of grief and helplessness, forced to relive his final moments again and again. At first, it feels like a cruel accident—a cosmic mistake. But as the loops continue, a pattern emerges. His deaths aren’t random. There’s something at work, something lurking beneath the surface of reality itself, and it’s up to you to figure out why. Each reset is a chance to save him, but time is unpredictable. The world stays the same, but little things shift—unspoken words, unfinished arguments, the way Minghao looks at you like he’s starting to remember something too. You try everything: warning him, protecting him, changing your choices. Nothing works. But then, as the loops unravel, so does the truth—of what’s causing the cycle, of what’s tying Minghao to his fate, and of the love neither of you ever had the chance to confess. You have eight days, eight lives, and one last chance to break the cycle. Before time runs out for good. ☁️ Author’s note : hiii, this is not the final fic—which I am hoping will completed by 4th of april. this is a monologue from minghao’s pov. I am very new to tumblr + writing and I hope you would like this and feedbacks + reblogs are much appreciated. thank you!

You don’t remember the first time I lost you.

I do.

It wasn’t like this. It wasn’t a reset, or a loop, or anything that could be undone. It was final. Absolute. The kind of loss that takes up space in your lungs, makes breathing feel like a task instead of something natural.

I remember the weight of it. The feeling of standing in a world that no longer had you in it. I remember thinking—how am I supposed to move forward if the ground is missing beneath me?

So, I didn’t. I searched instead.

I spent days, weeks, months clawing at the edges of reality, looking for a way to bring you back. I don’t know when I stopped being afraid of the impossible, only that by the time I did, I was already too far in. The universe is not kind, but it listens. And when it asked what I was willing to give, I said everything without hesitation.

And now, we are here.

I don’t know if you’ve realized it yet. If the weight of all this is pressing down on you the way it presses down on me. Maybe you’re still lost in the confusion of it, still trying to find the edges of the dream before waking up. Maybe you don’t want to believe it at all.

I don’t blame you.

The truth is, I never wanted this for you. I only ever wanted you to be okay. To be happy. To live. And if I had to be the one to carry the weight of loss, I would have done it a thousand times over if it meant you never had to feel this pain.

But time is cruel in the way it balances its debts. What was once mine became yours. And now, I watch you run in the same endless circles I did, trying to fix something that refuses to be fixed.

You’re tired. I can see it. And I wish—God, I wish I could take that from you.

I wish I could tell you how to stop it. That there was a way to reach across the gap, to pull you from the wreckage before it consumes you again. But this cycle isn’t built on fairness. It doesn’t care how much we hurt. It only moves forward.

And yet—

And yet, if anyone could break it, it would be you.

You, with your stubborn heart. You, who still fights even when the world tells you it’s already over. You, who holds onto hope like it’s a lifeline, even when you pretend you don’t. You, who I have loved in every version of time, in every life, in every way I have ever known how.

I see it. I always have.

And I hope—when you’re ready—you’ll see it, too.

[shoreslittlebutterfly]

While I sip on my apple tea and eat my apple pie, let me tell you another my opinion of Calebs storyline.

Warning: Spoilers!

First of all, I was always a Caleb stan the moment I saw him and chapter 4 broke me back then. My worry was, how the devs will handle him in the story. It is hard writing a character who is suppose to be dead in MCs eyes.

His introduction was🥵 him in uniform and then using his evol against an assassin had me feel things and then the scene where the fleet landed and him in his sunglasses AHHHHHH!

The interrogation was also hot af! But that’s not my point, I could go on for days talking about how sexy Caleb is lol When they hugged you could actually feel the relief on both sides. Let me say this but MC in this story was better than before in my opinion.

And I know a lot are creep out by his possessiveness but knowing that he also lost his parents as a young child he probably was already traumatised and then MC came into his life, someone who gave him warmth, that little boy wanted to start protecting his sun so bad. In his anecdotes there is a hint that Caleb was already possessive like he is now. He almost lost his life too during his training as an aerospace pilot but the only thing that kept him fighting was the thought of MC. And now after the explosion he took the sacrifice to be an experiment so that MC won’t have to go through that. In his mind it’s better to be alive than letting MC fight on her own.

And that chip??? Every soldier seems to have in the fleet where they basically become cold and emotionless soldiers? Or when that kid was crying for his sister’s death and the chip realised an error? MC in his myth was implementing one into herself (Might be wrong but I think it is heavily implied) and the chip made her go crazy. She thought there is no tomorrow! Maybe that chip also makes Calebs fear even bigger and that’s why he’s like that now. And possessiveness might not be count as a “weak feeling” by the system.

His possessiveness throughout the main story makes more sense now if you keep that in mind. Am I still mad that he drugged us? Edit: A friend of mine told me that the english translation once again sucks ass. In Chinese it was just cold medicine and he just took the chance since MC was already sick to his advantage. Absolutely! But it shows me how easy it is for love turning into possession, the fear he feels makes him do things he normally wouldn’t act out. He wants to protect his sun so bad.

MC however wants to go back in time where everything was still alright. She sees that Caleb is in pain, that someone who had no secrets with her suddenly is not telling her everything. Unlike Zayne, who MC met again as basically “a stranger”, Caleb was constantly in her life and both of them didn’t want to be separated ever. It is understandable that she can’t grasp the “new Caleb” yet.

Both of them yearn for each other so badly and want whats best for the other one but they need to understand that none of them is the same as before. MC is not a child, she knows things about herself which she can’t ignore anymore and Caleb needs to accept that. MC on the other hand needs to accept that after the explosion, Caleb due to circumstances is not the Caleb she knew before.

I was so happy when the start of his myth told us that they found a way to coexist but you could feel that they don’t fully accept it 100%. Yet both of them are ready to die for each other.

And let’s not forget that MC is possessive herself. In his 4* where MC kisses his cheek, the story was about how MC thought he got a love letter and knowing how Caleb never accepted one before, she got curious. She vaguely asked Caleb in 3rd person and he thought she had a crush on someone. Both of them were restless and who tf gets restless not knowing your best friend crush?? UNLESS you yourself are possessive for that person. And the promise they both made at the end? “You promise to not ever get a girlfriend!” That is one cruel promise to make UNLESS again, you are possessive if each other and deep down you know you’ll end up together😂Crazy finds crazy😂

I really like how the devs wrote this story. It is exactly how I thought the vibe would be between those two and I can’t wait for the next story cards and main story.

What is your thought, dear reader?