#Hurt with no comfort

[wanderingconstellations]

ETERNAL LOVE UNDER THE OAK TREE

ZHONGLI x GOD!READER

FYI— MAJOR ANGST

(F/F means favorite flowers, E/C means eye color)

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Zhongli stood in shock when he saw you wandering around alone— seemingly looking behind you and see...him behind you with a shocked look on his face.

You've been dormant for quite a long time— and yet, you don't know that most of your friends are dead or hasn't been in contact with you for years.

You're Zhongli or Morax's lover, and yet you fell into a deep slumber before the archon war started. Morax, Barbatos, and some of your friends was able to keep you safe from the harms of the war.

You resided away from the eyes of the world, sleeping the centuries and centuries to pass. Every now and then, Zhongli would come and visit you— hoping that you would open your e/c eyes.

Zhongli thought his eyes were deceiving him, so he reached out to you— touching your cheek and feeling the soft skin against his own.

You smiled warmly, and he pull you off into an embrace. He held you tightly, crying quietly while he held your warm body in his arms.

You closed your eyes, reminiscing the feeling of your lover's warmth and comforting scent.

"Morax..I love you.."

You spoke these soft and quiet words to him with a smile that seems a bit bittersweet yet still soft at the same time.

You spoke as if it would be the last time you would both be together, and it was. It was going to be your last time with him.

"M-My love...I genuinely have so much to show you, and now you're back we can—"

"Morax."

You cut him off, gulping down the lump in your throat. You want to make this as memorable as possible, you want to have this last moment before you're gone.

He looked at you with his amber eyes, and knitted brows. He pulled back from the hug just a bit to take a good look at you.

"I don't have much time left...You wouldn't mind continuing without me do you?"

His heart shattered when he heard those words, he was in utter confusion. What do you mean you don't have much time left? He wanted to show you everything about Liyue have spend some time with you...

Only for you to get taken away from him once again.

"W-What do you mean? You awoken and—"

"Listen Morax, I don't have much time left. I wish there was enough words to describe how much you mean to me. I'm sorry it had to be this way. I'm sorry we didn't have time. If only destiny can align the stars together, if only.."

He latched his arms around you once again, tears glistening in his amber eyes. He was holding you even tighter now, inhaling your scent and holding you in his arms.

"Morax..."

You uttered, tears were also welling up in your eyes now. You hugged him back, and you knew this would be the last time he would ever see or even feel you.

Zhongli stayed quiet. This couldn't even describe the pain he felt. He loves your hair, combing and taking care of it felt comforting. He loves your voice when you call out his name or nicknames, hearing it makes him feel warm. He loves your warmth, it makes him feel at home— and the yet he loves it so much. He loves everything about you, and now everything about you is what he's losing now.

You were slowly dissolving into thin air, and Zhongli held you even tighter in his arms. He was muttering under his breath, repeating, "I love you," over and over again.

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He sighs when he takes whiff of the scent of (f/f), recalling on how you mentioned on its meaning and how beautiful it was.

He was walking through the field of your favorite flowers— only soon stopping under the oak tree you both used to sit under.

He gave a small smile, reminiscing the times of you and him.

Zhongli soon placed the bouquet of (f/f) under the oak tree where you always used to sit and then sat in the place where he always sits.

...

He stayed quiet, letting the gentle wind past by while leaning back onto the huge oak tree— just imagining your presence and your voice.

You will forever be in his heart, forever at the back of his mind.

PROOFREAD— ❌

WORD COUNT— ❓

[nikonandesu]

＃IDENTITY V !! — THAT DAY ( ORPHEUS X READER).

#. synopsis — he misses you and his heart aches over and over , constantly wondering what he could've done to prevent you from leaving .

#. characters — orpheus deross .

#. warnings — mentions of violence, physical assault .

#. word count — 2k.

#. author's note —okay wow, this is my first fanfic post on here, if this gets attention... perhaps people would want to request me in the future ? just a thought ! orpheus also has bpd here !

The look on your face was one of sheer terror, a look that Orpheus was all too familiar with.

He hated it, he hated it so much.

He knew you were scared the moment his senses came back to him, his arm out stretched while beneath him was your crumpled form wincing in utter pain. You didn't look so good, a feeling of regret instantly pooling into the pit of his gut. Were you still conscious? his mind was racing with thoughts that never seemed to end. He felt as if he was suspended in time — forever reminded of what he had just done to you.

NO, this couldn't be happening !

"Y/N, wait —" your name struggled to make it's way out of his mouth, nervously stumbling forward as he tried to keep you from vanishing. "I can explain, you have to belie—"

A shrilling scream left your trembling voice, something that forever haunted the deepest core of his memory. You quickly got up to your feet and without a second glance, left the room immediately as you could with tears streaming down your face in panic.

Orpheus remained speechless as he stood there, in the middle of his now empty study. Why did you run from him? why did you look at him as if a demon took over him? in the midst of his panicking, the novelist spotted a mirror that was cracked and he soon found his answer.

His eyes were a bright purple, almost startling himself as he breaks the glass to stop looking at his reflection. Another hasty decision his end, dropping to his knees as shards of glass pierced his now bleeding knuckles.

Huff... huff...

"... Y/N..." his voice trembled as he sobbed, left alone to his own devices. He wanted you back so badly, he couldn't handle how the silence was now beginning to suffocate him. He was used to the loneliness, but after meeting you — Orpheus had realized what it finally meant to have someone by his side. You were what gave warmth to the coldness of his personality.

Ever since he lost that girl from ages ago... the one family that meant the most to him. Now you were gone too, a fate that was worst than death.

"That's right... I was always meant for this fate. I am what a tragedy needs, never meaning to be whole again.." he talks about himself with malice, almost sneering as he felt the bitterness in the back of his throat.

"A fool is what I was meant to be."

[amber-sekio]

Oneshot -Killing Butterflies

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Ships: Aether x reader ; Childe x reader ; Childe x Zhongli

TW: Aether x reader ; reader x Tartaglia ; Tartaglia x Zhongli (if you squint) ; Major angst ; character death ; hurt no comfort ; Aether loves reader, reader loves Tartaglia, Tartaglia loves Zhongli ; reader dies ; implied death ; gn reader-no gender is given to reader

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This is a whole bucket full of angst so have fun lol. Also, for context i would recommend reading this post of mine. Anyways enjoy reading! (*^▽^*)

Aether couldn't bear to see you like this. To watch you through yourself at him when he no longer loved you. It was pitiful really. How you begged for him to stay. You were attached to him while he moved on. Tartaglia didn't hate you, he simply didn't love you anymore. Tartaglia moved on and fell in love with someone else; his best friend. You couldn't do anything about it but simply accept what had happened. Though you could never move on from him as he had done.  

And so Aether watched as you fell deeper into despair. He tried to lift you up, to show you how much you were loved and that you didn't need Tartaglia to feel loved, that there was someone else who loved you dearly. You were too blinded by your sorrow to notice how Aether thought of you.  

As much as Aether wanted to do more for you he couldn't and so he let himself be a shoulder to cry on for you. Hoping. Praying. That one day you would see how much he cared for you. 

You had been going to Aether nearly every day for about a week just to cry. He was your dearest friend after all.  Until one day you stopped.  

Aether thought you simply needed a bit of space to get over your heartache.  

That was a week ago though. 

It had been two weeks since he last saw you, and he was getting worried.  

He stood outside your home, knocked, telling you it was only him and that he was worried because he hadn't saw you in two weeks. 

Silence 

He knocked again. 

Nothing 

He wasn't fond of entering without your permission but he had to make sure you were alright. He needed to make sure. 

He went to open the door to find it was unlocked already, though it wasn't uncommon for you, it seemed to unnerve him for some reason. Your home was dark, the curtains were all closed and no light was on. The lack of light only made him worry more. You always had light in your home whether from open curtains or candles lit at night so for your house to be so dark in the middle of the day was worrisome. He walked around your house looking for you until he came to your room. 

The door was closed and at first it seemed deadly silent from within your room as it was in the rest of your house. He stood there silently until he heard what sounded like a sob come from within your room. He opened the door to find you curled in on yourself in the corner of the room on your bed.  

"Y/n are you-" 

However you were surrounded by butterflies. 

Red butterflies. 

Blood Red butterflies 

"Aether?" 

He knew what was happening. He had seen this before. A friend from another world had died the exact same way, but he hadn't heard of it happening on Teyvat. He didn’t think it was possible here. He didn't want to believe it.  

"How long has this been going on for y/n?" Aether inquired while walking over to your side. 

"A-about two weeks now," you paused, taking a breath. "Aether do you know what's wrong with me?" 

The look in Aether's eyes told you the answer to your question. It hurt Aether to see you like this, to hear you sound broken. It seemed that at the very least the disease wasn't well known in Teyvat if at all. 

You didn't have much longer. It was obvious with how pale you were and the number of butterflies around you. Most people barely survived a month with the disease. Typically the victim died within three to four weeks of obtaining it. So it was easy to tell you would be dead soon. 

He stayed by your side, tending to you as you slowly grew weaker and couldn't perform simple tasks let alone even walk. The only time he left your side was to inform Tartaglia of your condition and what was going to happen as well as ask Albedo if he knew anything of the disease. 

Aether was told that while it did exist in Teyvat, it was extremely rare. 

The moment Aether got back he was immediately by your side again. 

You died in his arms five days later. 

He laid you down on your bed as the butterflies landed on and around you to rest peacefully alongside with you.  

Aether sat on the ground next to your bed, closing his eyes only to start coughing. He looked at his hand only to be met with flowers. 

Red flowers. 

Blood Red flowers. 

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I've come to realize that while I'm not the biggest fan of reading angst, I sure do love writing it.

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

New Fairy AU Drabble!

Continuation of "The Vault"

The boys are fighting, and Moon is forced to see the consequences of his actions.

Feedback appreciated!

[theoneeyedgoldenwolf]

Your time is up

Whumptober 2024, number 20: Emotional Angst, Giving Permission to Die, “It’s not your fault.”

FIRST time I’m actually writing something that does not end happy!! D= SORRY!! >.< The prompt of Emotional Angst is pretty much the main theme through it all! Be aware as you read!!

Summary: Sprite was courageous, caring and full of life. Time then again isolated himself at the ranch with the animals as the only ones he’d care about. When Sprite shattered at the day he lost his wife, Time was born. This is the story of that happening.

CW: Pain of losing, death by fire, death by sickness (fictional cancer), hurt but no comfort

Notion: - Part of my Ranch Family AU story - Sprite is Time’s name before he changes it. - Sprite / Time has lost his eye and has the scar over it but he does NOT have Fierce's markings yet. Those come later. - I have no idea of cancers and how those work. This is fictional cancer for fictional character. It does as I please. Sorry. - The Luck Bird = Siberian Jay

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Time screamed in rage as he punched the drawn target in the hay bale. He growled and screamed as he let his feelings out at the thing before him. He tore the hay and straws while ignoring the cuts and throbbing pain.

The one eyed male screamed in agony as he sagged to his knees. He was crying and wailing as the pain he felt within him was too much to suppress anymore. He just slumped and hid his face into his hand.

The soft neigh and gentle touch of Epona’s snout got him to turn his notion into her. “I’m sorry, girl.” He whispered while hugging her head and crying even harder. The mare gently laid down to the floor of the stable to be in better height for her caretaker to keep a hold of her. “She’s not coming back, girl. Malon’s gone.” He whispered with broken voice.

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“It’s not your fault.”

Malon’s words rang in Sprite’s head over and over again in daily basis. She had said them first time about six months ago. And yet, that gentle sentence did nothing to change the truth he knew.

He was at the fault. He had talked to the press. He had talked to the police. He had been at the news and shown the proof that was plainly seen in his body. He had finally been old enough to get people to believe him. He wasn’t a kid telling stories anymore. No, he had been young adult with certainty and a truth to be unearthed.

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“It’s not your fault.”

The words rang hollow and meaningless as he had stared at the news at that day. He had set things into motion. He had caused the orphanage to burn down to the ground. He had caused the death of the kids and his older brother. If he just hadn’t talked and given the proof that stood so painfully in his skin this wouldn’t have happened.

He had meant to be there. He had meant to go back to the orphanage and get his older brother out of there. He had promised that! He had promised to his older brother that he’d come back when he’d be old enough and he could bring the damn hell-hole to ground!

But he had asked for that situation to be postponed. He couldn’t follow the police and the people of the news to there. He couldn’t go and save his brother as Malon had fallen sick.

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“It’s not your fault.”

He felt like it was. He felt like he had been a bad omen. He felt like the ranch, Malon and her father had been too good to have. He had overstayed his welcome and this was the result.

The one eyed male couldn’t believe the words of comfort and assurances as he cried by Malon’s hospital bed. She had fallen sick only two days after he had talked to the press. The symptoms had come rough and cruel. He had rushed her to the hospital and she had been taken in on that second.

He had been pacing around the waiting hall while fearing for the worst. Cancer. That was what the doctors had told. It had already spread far and wide. The prognosis wasn’t good. The costs for the radiation therapy, surgery and meds would be high. And all he could do was to say two simple lines: “Do whatever it takes. Save her.”

Malon wasn’t happy of how much her hospital bill would end up being. Sprite kept telling he’d find a way to pay it all. All he could think of was to give her the best treatment and hope of surviving. It was all he could think of. They’d figure it out once she’d heal and return back home to the ranch.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Malon’s condition got worse the longer it took to find the cure. Sprite spend the days at the hospital right by her. He slept the nights on the floor, at the chair and on some rare occasion right next to her on the bed that wasn’t meant for two.

The one eyed male went to the ranch about three times a day to keep things well at there. He hated those moments as he desperately needed to be by his wife but he couldn’t leave Epona and the other animals unattended either. They deserved to know how things were going and that they were still cared of.

Sprite wished he could’ve brought Epona to the hospital to let Malon see her. Yet, the staff and the head of the hospital was NOT allowing such. And Malon wasn’t in the condition to leave the room or her bed. He wasn’t even capable of bringing any of the Cuccos over as the birds didn’t want to be carried. The only one small and quiet enough were the mice.

The small creatures were under their protection. The two of them had taught the small scurrying rodents to not go to specific areas. As long as the mice avoided the places which were meant for people’s food, a cat wouldn’t be brought in. It had taken its time but they had taught the little ones and made great friends of them.

The small mouse family did bring bit of joy into the Malon’s day but she started to be too weak and tired to do much of other than rest. Sprite felt like he had failed. That he had brought the help too late. He tried so hard to get Epona to be allowed to see Malon for one last time but he wasn’t given the rights.

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“It’s not your fault.”

Sprite shattered thoroughly about six months after the orphanage had burned down. The doctors finally gave up as they told they had tried everything but nothing had worked. There was no cure, no hope or a prayer left to try.

The one eyed male desperately searched and wished to see the Luck Bird but the small bird of silver and bronze stayed out of his sight and hearing. It never meant anything good when he didn’t find that small avian of salvation. As the days ticked away, he slowly had to start to understand that there wasn’t going to be a miracle to save Malon.

Sprite had tried everything he could come up with but nothing had been enough. He didn’t know if he just failed with everything or if he just was too late. Either way, the knowledge he gathered of the cancer, the cures he searched through the Internet, the calls and contacts he made… All for nothing as none of those had worked. Nothing he had found was changing her condition for better.

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“Just sleep, love. Everything’s going to be okay. I’ll look after everything. Don’t worry of anything. Take your rest and don’t be afraid. You’ll meet with family that certainly misses you. I’ll be okay. I promise. I love you, Malon.”

Sprite whispered the words of reassurance whenever Malon felt too tired to stay awake anymore. He feared when his words would end up as the last sentences he ever said to her. Yet, he needed to make sure she’d understand that she could give up when she felt like it. She needed to know that he gave her the rights to let go, to cross into the Realm of the Dead.

When the machines eventually showed a flat line and one monotonous sound, the one eyed male screamed and shattered beyond repair. He had lost Wars six months ago and now he lost his wife. Only about two years ago, they had lost Malon’s father. Now, all he anymore had, was the ranch and the animals at there. And, for him, it didn’t feel like a home anymore when he had to return to there.

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“Call me Time.”

“But… That’s…”

“Just mark it as a nickname or whatever. I’d rather not be called as Sprite anymore.”

That was the conversation newly named Time went through for quite a few times. He was going on autopilot to get everything done. Talking with the hospital about the bill and marking it as monthly paying so he wouldn’t lose the ranch. Handling the needed things for funeral. Being just barely there until crashing to his knees by her grave and shattering to pieces. Somehow managing to handle the needed things after the funeral. Yet, due to the heartache he quite well just isolated himself to the ranch. The animals and the ranch itself were all he anymore had of his family.

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Time wasn’t really capable of getting the comfort he needed from Epona. Even the mice scurried around him in desperate attempt of helping but he barely was capable of petting them. The cows were giving out quiet and comforting sounds but he couldn’t concentrate into such. The Cuccos were quiet and moving carefully. Each of the animals knew he wasn’t well and they did their best to show they cared.

“I ran out of time. I lost everything. I thought I could keep this. I thought I could’ve saved Wars. I thought I could’ve had a family. I thought I could’ve had kids of my own.” Time whispered quietly to the mare while clinging to her like his life depended on that touch. “Time works perfectly for a name. I lost it. It’s a perfect reminder that we only have specific amount of time with each other in here. To really make it count. Every little bit and piece of moment. We can’t take them for granted. It can be lost so easily. Everything. It’s all so fragile. I ran out of time. I can’t turn it back. I can’t fix it. I lost it all. This is my reminder. In my own name. Time ticks away too fast, too cruel. I have to stay in the present or…”

He shook his head while feeling himself fall numb. Too shattered and too broken. Nothing left in his life than the ranch and the animals. He wasn’t certain at all if he had what it took to live anymore.

[saafhiree]

A More Proper Goodbye

"𝘒𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵... 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸."

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚��𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚

𝐓𝐖 : 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐜.

It started from Monday.

Morning practice was always an exciting thing for Kageyama which gave him new energy to seize the day, especially when the Spring High Preliminaries was around the corner.

However, that day's morning practice was begun without the company of his tangerine partner after Hinata said in the team groupchat that he would likely be arrived late, as he had to take his little sister to her school first. Kageyama didn't mind, though he admitted the loneliness creeping at the bottom of his heart due to the lack of their little race. After all, it has become an everyday thingy between them.

After several rounds of serve practices, Kageyama decided to walk out of the gym at break time. His mind desired something sweet at that moment.

"Gun Gun Yogurt will do." He mumbled, seeing the vending machine just a few meters ahead of him. He practically could see his favorite drink behind the display glass, making him gulped. His hand rummaged through his pocket when suddenly a (H/C) haired popped out from the hallway. This stopped Kageyama on his track.

What is another student doing here this early?

His dark blue eyes were following the girl's gesture. Her fragile hand was holding some coins and gracefully inserted them into the hole. She pressed the button to choose a drink. Crouching slightly, she picked up her drink and walked away with one hand stuffed inside her pocket. Not even realizing a bit that Kageyama was watching the whole scene unfolded in front of him.

Kageyama blinked his eyes several times, bringing him to his sense. For some reason, the female's figure printed deeply inside his memory.

"She also likes Gun Gun Yogurt."

After that day, Kageyama would always find her wherever he went.

Whenever he was standing in the line to take his lunch order, she always stood a mere meters away from him. There was that one moment when his heart nearly dropped to his stomach when he realized she was standing behind him the whole time.

She even sat only one table away from his. Kageyama had to tried his best not to glance at her for too many times.

Even when Kageyama glanced out of his class window, the first thing that caught his attention was a (H/C) haired girl sitting comfortably near the school yard.

He would tried to avoid that one vending machine which was closest to gym after found out that she always went there frequently.

That day when he was called to the teacher office, his English teacher made him stood next to her for a long time while listening to him rambling about their failing grades.

The most unpredictable fact was the day he found out that she was Hinata's classmate, one of his close friend to make it worst.

"See you, (L/N)-san! I have practice today." Hinata beamed happily while waving to (H/C) haired girl, walking to the class entrance. He just didn't realize that Kageyama had been standing there, frozen.

"See you, Sho! I'll be bringing the book tomorrow!" She smiled with eyes closed while waving back to the orange haired male. That was when she caught a glimpse of a ravenette boy standing awkwardly in front of the class.

"Eh? Sho, is that your friend?"

Now, Kageyama only hoped that she wouldn't misunderstand him as a stalker.

Well, what Kageyama feared luckily didn't happen. She didn't even recognize him despite of their several meetings. Instead, they got to know each other that day.

"Hello, Kageyama-kun. I'm (L/N) (F/N). Pleased to meet you."

He just couldn't forget how she was smiling so sweetly, radiating warmth that took Kageyama's breath away for a moment. This led to him stuttering which the embarrassment he couldn't let go until now.

After that day, she alongside with Hinata would always joined him every lunchtime. She happily asked them to walk together until school gates whenever they didn't have practice. Sadly, they have to part ways since they all had different routes way home.

Kageyama didn't mind. He enjoyed (Y/N)'s company more than he thought. He even grew quiet fond of the (E/C) eyed female. He would always be the first to offer any help he could do whenever she needed it. That quickly escalated to the point where she often waited until practice ended just to walk home together.

Kageyama had asked her why, knowing the fact that their house is not even located in the same neighborhood.

"It's okay, Tobi. It just felt a bit lonely to go home alone."

Kageyama liked how she gave him nickname that nobody had ever given him before. He enjoyed the bubbling feeling inside his stomach whenever he heard her spoke. Cheeks darkened a few shades.

However, it just felt like (Y/N) never gave him chance to know anything about herself. She never brought their close friendship anywhere outside of school. Sometimes, he could sense something was off with her smile, how those beautiful eyes became distant and strange when they didn't meet with his dark blue one.

But again, Kageyama didn't mind. He could only hope it was nothing he had to worry about. He couldn't insist to know her problem when he couldn't give her his full attention either. Volleyball would always be his top priorities, he couldn't deny it.

He continued enjoying the female presence while letting the uneasiness subsided.

At least for a few days left before Karasuno Volleyball Club's departure to Tokyo.

She became a different (Y/N) that Kageyama knew through their former intense meeting.

Even after they arrived back to Miyagi, (Y/N) never talked to Kageyama or Hinata ever again.

Few weeks after Spring High.

Hours of wearying practice. Tons of jump taken. Kageyama rubbed the towel to his wet hair harshly as he plopped down onto his bed, not caring about the amount of water absorbed to the sheet could make it soaked. Kageyama counted 1 to 3 as he breathed in and out, releasing the tiredness that started to form. Slowly, his mind drifted to sleep.

That was until a familiar customized ringtone made him jolted awake. He stared at his phone screen with disbelief.

(L/N) (F/N) is calling...

Those text pierced Kageyama's eyes as the screen continue to glow, illuminating the darkness of his room.

He took a deep breath and hesistanly pressed the accept button. However, he was only a milisecond late after the call ended. A chat notification popped out shortly.

(L/N) (F/N)

Hey, Tobi. Meet me at the hospital rooftop? The one which located two blocks away from our school?

He didn't even waste a single second to grab his jacket and ran to the promised place.

"Oh, Tobi. You made it!" She chirped happily while craned her neck to catch Kageyama's figure standing at the door, foot dangling as she dangerously sat in the edge of the rooftop.

"C'mere!" (Y/N) smiled. Her hand waving excitedly, urged the ravenette boy to come closer.

However, Kageyama stayed silent. His mind was so crowded with words he wanted to say to the girl, but his lips refused to open. (Y/N)'s hand stopped waving and dropped weakly onto her lap. Her eyes no longer had the excited glint anymore, replaced with the blank stare which felt strange to Kageyama. She lifted he head, staring into the brilliant night sky.

"Tobi, it's been a while, isn't it? How was Nationals?" asked (Y/N) softly.

"It was fine." Those were the first words he could say to her.

"Even though you lost?" (Y/N) smiled, eyes fixed to the breathtaking moon.

"We still have next year." He replied quietly. Hesitantly, Kageyama moved his legs closer to the rooftop edge. He glanced down eerily. The ground looked so far away beneath them.

"The moon's beautiful, isn't it?" asked (Y/N) quietly. This time, her gaze meet the beautiful glimmering dark blue eyes of Kageyama, taking her in.

"What's up with you, (Y/N)? You've been so distant lately and suddenly you asked me to come here? At night?" Finally, Kageyama managed to stammer out all the questions that had been bugging his mind.

(Y/N) only smiled once again. She always smiled a lot. Her signature smile, her plump lips curved sweetly, eyes full of what it feels like kindness. But, at the same time those (E/C) eyes were like an endless void, coated with coldness. Something that even Kageyama couldn't fathom.

"My time is up, Tobi."

Kageyama's eyes immediately widen. Uneasiness that always pricked his heart whenever she was nearby finally proven right.

Even so, he decided not to let it all out at once. "What does that mean? Do you have some illness? Do you want to move away? Tell me, (Y/N)!" Please, I hope the truth betrayed me.

"You get 100 points for saying the first one." She chuckled. Kageyama lost all his words. A wide grin later plastered on her pale face, which seemed fake. (Y/N) spun her body a bit. "But, you see? I'm perfectly fine." She stopped. "From outside, it is."

It hurt Kageyama by how much (Y/N)'s last words gradually became quieter. Like a million of pain were hiden behind them.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He whispered painfully. "Am I not worth your trust? Don't I have something I can help you with?" It was regret that was slowly overlapping his heart.

"No, Tobi." She shook her head. "From the very start, I can't be helped. That's just how it is."

His eyes screamed protest, but the words he was going to say were stopped as (Y/N) looked right into his eyes, steadily.

"Don't be sad, Tobi. Your eyes hurt me." She chuckled, contrary with her glistening eyes. "See? You managed to make me cry now."

She smiled, again. "Y'know, even before I met you, I always counted the days left til my heart is prepared. Neither I have the reason nor strength to continue. There's nothing I can do again. I-"

"I can give you both!" His words came out louder than he had anticipated. "Don't do this to me, (Y/N). I can do so much more than you could imagine. I can be a help, one that you never have before." His eyes pleading.

"There're too many scars inside me, Tobi. You won't ever succeed. They numbed me." Don't let me hurt you.

"I always thought the only way to heal my wound is just by leaving anyway." She averted her gaze.

Kageyama opened his mouth to reply, but her next words completely caught Kageyama off guard.

"What do you think if this is the last time you'll see me?"

"What the hell, (Y/N)?" Kageyama's eyes filled with anger. He took a step forward and grabbed (Y/N)'s hand. If he let go, this would be completely messed up.

(Y/n) tried hard to swallow the chagrin building up. No, she couldn't waver now. Not after the courage she had been building up until now. She took Kageyama's hand off.

"This is my choic-"

"No, I refuse." His hand gripped the shorter female's shoulders firmly. "We're gonna walk home everyday, spending our school days together. We'll graduate together."

She chuckled, ironically. "Please, don't consider my words heavily, Tobi." She gently lifted Kageyama's hand off of her shoulders. "Don't care too much. I'm just here to say goodbye. None of those moments were made of sincere feeling, you know? Not even once."

Lies. She's lying.

Kageyama observed how she kept averting her gaze to anywhere but his eyes. He watched how those (e/c) eyes overwhelmed with poignancy.

"It's okay if those are fake. I don't care. All I want is to stay by your side. I'l never let you get through this alone." Kageyama knew he had to try harder, but why did he feel that his effort are in vain?

Her mind was made up.

"It's getting late, Tobi. Thank you for coming. Please go home." She gently pushed him away.

"No. You have to come with me."

"I'll go home too. Don't worry. I'll just stay here for a bit." She smiled again.

Kageyama stayed silent. He didn't reply. Without any words, he took off his blue jacket and draped it around her shoulders.

"Don't. You know a mere wind won't get me sick, right?" She joked, as she handed it back to him.

Kageyama didn't move. "Promise me you'll see me tomorrow?" Please, don't make this the last time we could talk to each other like this.

She just smiled. His jacket in hand.

Kageyama bit his lips. He took a few steps back. With last meaningful glance, he said, "Do me a favor and stay alive, (Y/N)."

She just watched him as he closed the door with heavy heart.

(Y/N) dragged her feet back to her first position. She let her feet dangling dangerously on the edge. She brought her hand to her cheek, trying to feel the warmth radiated from Kageyama's hand once again, as if he was still there.

At a sudden her phone buzzed before seconds later the sound of ringtone she despised the most flooded her hearing. She stared at the screen blankly, not wanting to press the green button which was glowing in the dark.

"So noisy. I'll go back there once I'm done here. Moreover, those doctors said I'll die tonight anyway. Like those cells already spread undercontrol or something."

She babbled to the gentle hush which cloaked the town.

"After all, it's not like they'll be happy if I'm still breathing tomorrow morning."

The image of dark blue eyes filled with hurt flashed in her mind.

"I wonder if he safely make it home now."

She hopped and started to leave that brisk, lonely rooftop. She dragged her feet down the stairs while using the railings to support her fragile body. At the bottom her heart, she definitely still wanted to be with that ravenette setter for a little longer.

"I always meet someone at the wrong time, huh?"

She sighed.

Thump.

She grasped her head. That annoying pain made its way back to her. She was a little grateful that it didn't appear when Kageyama was there previously.

Thump.

She staggered, hand clasped tightly around the cold metal railings. The world started becoming hazy, enough to make her feet lost their support and sending her body flying down the stairs.

She didn't know which one is hurting her more, her head that was previously aching, the sharp pain when her body colluded with the stairs floor, or her heart that was missing his precious companion at the last moment of her life.

She stared straight at the ceiling as her body gradually becoming numb, maybe the only thing she should've been happy about. But then her heart was nowhere near happy right now.

"I shoud've said a more proper goodbye."

[angstyaches]

Idea sparked by this post

I've used the 'losing control of powers' trope on Charlie and CT before, but you know who I'm sleeping on? Elliott.

He's got his transform-into-a-cloud-of-bats ability, right? What if he was so sick he couldn't control it, and he's just there, shivering, 'glitching' back and forth between his physical self and his bat-cloud self? What if, just this once, he wishes Felix would hold him while he's sick, but he can't keep hold of him for too long before poof, he's dissolving again?

[tbhshaped]

why is dave just straight up giving the fandom fanfiction prompts

[cpt-winters]

Whump Thing I Wrote #2

CW: Physical Abuse/Violence, Captivity, Bone-breaking (no gore), Cussing

"Why do you-" Whumper paused as their hand clasped down on Whumpee's ankle. "-struggle so much? You only make it worse for yourself," they said, dragging him back into his cell.

Whumpee couldn't help but let out a strangled cry as Whumper pulled on his injured leg, pain shooting up it as his face scrapped against the concrete floor.

Whumper carelessly tossed Whumpee forward a few feet. "Now I have to break it again," they sighed, feigning disappointment as if it wasn't exactly what they wanted to do.

"No you don't..." Whumpee muttered quietly. Though fully aware his efforts would never persuade Whumper, it didn't deter him from the comment.

"Oh, is that so?" Whumper asked, brow raised as they stepped closer. "What's the magic word then?" they taunted as a satisfied smirk crept onto their face.

Whumpee knew what it meant if he said it. Whumper would have finally won. His gaze slipped down to his throbbing leg, which hadn't even had time to heal since the last break. Maybe Whumper already had won. Otherwise, why would he still be stuck here? Perhaps he could spare himself some pain and just-

"Pl..." He bit his tongue as his eyes crawled up to meet Whumper and the broad grin plastered on their face. "Fuck you," he snarled instead.

The way Whumper's face dropped sent a shiver down Whumpee's spine. He recognized that cold glare all too well and braced himself for the consequences. Whumper's boot hovered above Whumpee's leg, threatening to come crashing down on it any second. Defiance didn't come free.

"Wrong answer."

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A/N: I feel kinda evil...Oh well.

[mrwinifred]

I've figured out my favorite genre of character, which is what I'm calling "dommed by the narrative" where the entire plot conspires to take them down every single peg.

[bluescreenvirus]

Just had a little AU thought

What if in the Season 3 finale, the power of all the golden weapons was so powerful, it splintered Zane into pieces. Becoming trapped into this sort of limbo, stuck between existing and not existing. Everyone except those who witnessed the event can barely remember who Zane is.

His image begins to haunt the other ninja, especially in their dreams and in moments no one expects. There are time where only one person sees him or when multiple do.

This image is haunting and eerie, and is barely audible despite it speaking. All of them soon found themselves becoming lost and hurt, realizing Zane was completely broken. They soon decided they couldn't let it get to them, that they were just overwhelmed with grief.

The truth is that this image was Zane's split consciousness, trying to help them find his pieces, so he can return. He is stuck between random moments in time, trying to change everything, begging the people who cannot even understand him to bring him back.

Its a very hard thing for Zane to keep almost all of his mind together, which makes it even harder to communicate. However, since he is no longer physical, his consciousness can enter into the other's visiting them in their dreams which often turn into nightmares out of his control. Kai and Cole are the most shaken by them as they both blame themselves the most. Jay keeps trying to distract himself and Nya buries in work. Lloyd is still fairly young at this point and is just distraught and confused. Wu and Garmadon know there is something deeper under the surface.

I'm sure this story would eventually have a good ending, and a season dedicated to it. However a well written ending has not been conjured up yet so for now you get this heart breaking concept!

[byler-prompts]

BYLER PROMPT MASTERPOST

Welcome to Byler prompt masterpost, where all readers and writers are in for a treat! There will be more of my original byler fanfic ideas added to this post as it goes on, and if I see any of this prompts taken, I’ll link the fic and update this immediately! Stay tunes for more Byler prompts accompanied by Byler fics!!! OwO

New Byler Prompts every week!

Enjoy, Bylers!!

PROMPTS✍️

Will’s Birthday - Vecna’s Other Curse

Meet Me After Midnight - Byler Cinderella!AU

Call Me Cute, Call Me Yours! - Mike’s Self Discovery

I WANNA BE SAAAAAAAVED!!! - Byler Superman!AU

Remember. - twelvegate Will

The First Babygirl - Babygirl Duo Fic

Miraculous Cleric - Byler Ladybug!AU

The Party ™ - IT!AU

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ALREADY WRITTEN!!!📖

I Held Your Face In My Hands, Babygirl - UsErHeReOrIgInAl

The Miraculous Byler AU. - UsErHeReOrIgInAl

[futuristic-koala]

[cronchy-baguette]

I promise

[stayuntilthefoglifts]

I will remove anyone from my life to protect the peace that I've worked so hard for. Nobody took me out of the dark. I did it on my own.

Unknown

[aphel1on]

nothinggg better than torturing an emotionally repressed character until every single trauma they've ever refused to process starts spilling uncontrollably out of the cracks. like a matryoshka doll situation of repressed trauma and baby you better believe i'm going in there with a hammer