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[kookiestarlight]

Lines of fate | jjk (masterlist)

➵ pairing: tattooist!jungkook x f. reader

➵ genre: apocalypse au, exes to lovers (?) dad!jungkook, survival, angst, eventual smut

➵ rating: 18+

➵ summary: the last thing Jungkook ever imagined was an outbreak that turned the dead into the living. But even more unexpected is seeing you—an ex he’s known nothing about in the past four years—with a small child who bears a striking resemblance to himself. As Jungkook grapples with the shock and the city spirals into chaos, the two of you are thrust back together, forced to confront unresolved feelings, long-buried truths, and the horrors of the deadly virus taking over.

➵ general warnings: cursing, graphic depictions of violence and death, gore (tried to not make it too extreme), zombies, virus, knife and gun use, explicit sexual content, heavy angst and minor character deaths...more individual warnings will be included per chapter!

➵ taglist: comment or send me an ask to be added to the series taglist!! ♡

Coming soon!!

[yandere-romanticaa]

Well, since you're asking 😏. I've seen a couple of Lancers (Cù Chulainn) posts on your page, and I would like to ask how you would view him as a yandere.

The epitome of "if you want something, you go get it". This man is not shy nor is he subtle about his feelings and frankly, he has no reason to be. He knows he's strong, he knows he has the looks and the brains and if you even try to get all cute with him by saying that he doesn't possess those qualities, he will lovingly! bully you into the afterlife.

I see him falling for someone who is a fighter, someone who will pose a challenge for him. He doesn't like people who are passive, I don't think you even need to necessarily be a good fighter. Show him your drive, your ambition, Cu Chulainn wants to see what makes you tick. He wants to find that and play with it, he wants to push your buttons to the extreme and then some. He can't help himself, not when you make all those cute little faces at him.

As a yandere, I don't see him as a very intense one. While he is 100% capable of getting his hands dirty - and will gladly do so if it meant to keep you safe - he would act relatively normal around you. Cu Chulainn is mostly a threat to those around him but not you. He likes to keep the air light-hearted and carefree, to listen to you laugh or bicker with him truly is the highlight of his day.

If I had to rate him on a scale, I'd give him a cool 6.5/10. He wouldn't be nearly as intense as some other servants as his own devil may care attitude prevents him from stepping into some truly gruesome territory. Again, he isn't necessarily above it, but sometimes it really is easier to talk things out.

[seneon]

sword cane this sword cane that. how about rayne making a sword for you out of his sword cane abilities???? it's fine because he has millions of other swords. he's like gilgamesh but sword version.

★ master of swords, rayne ames.

notes. actually, gil's gate of babylon is full of swords 😭also happy birthday to rayne (march 3rd), i am totally not late bc my phone got confiscated but wtv😈

RAYNE AMES is not fond of the idea of making a weapon for you. especially if you abilities are those of elemental nature. your magic wouldn't really suit a sword. but you have been begging for him to teach you how to wield a sword for the longest time. probably from the moment during your first time knowing him during the entrance exam.

this time, rayne gave in and decided to make and forge you a new sword based on your ability. fresh and new, a piece he hasn't used in his battles before. since you have an ability that pretty much only needs to be around certain elements, he made sure your blade is as thin but as hard as steel, so you could figure out a specific style for your swordsmanship.

his allowed his magic do all the forging, styling, creating, and last but not least, giving it life. the only thing rayne did was controlled his magic to be as minor as he could so he wouldn't accidentally tickled something and end up with one of those big and powerful swords of his.

rayne made sure to present your dream sword to you nicely. he put the effort of also making a box with red velvet cloth to place inside just to keep your sword safe. a scabbard was included in the package too, for he absolutely fears if you might accidentally slide the blades against your skin whenever you are not paying attention.

how attentive of rayne, to pay such tiny details out of care and worry for you. he might regret forging such a weapon for you, but he doesn't regret that he could get to see the magnificently bright smile painted on your face upon receiving it. you were like a ball of sunshine when he handed you the weapon, shining and radiating nothing but pure happiness that it made rayne melt on the inside.

if you are happy and get to put such a huge smile on, that is surely enough for the divine visionary of the sword cane.

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[libraryofloveletters]

Bound By Fate

Jenson Button x Fem!Teammate Reader

series summery: the strings of life connect two people; teammates, friends, perhaps lovers. Even when you think you’ve gotten rid of him, the strings of life pull you back in. some things are just meant to be. 

author's note: this was prompted by god knows what but this is my new passion project. jenson girlies, this one is for you. shoutout to @mev33 for losing her mind over this with me <333

bound by fate taglist!

chapter one: united front

attached at the hip, jenson button and y/n l/n are the unstoppable duo. the same soul in two bodies. all but 4 points separating them. // “where you go, I go. What you see, I see. I know I’d never be me without the security of your loving arms, keeping me from harm. Put your hand in my hand and we’ll stand.” - Skyfall by Adele

chapter two: time cast a spell on you

spending nine months with someone is a long time, especially when you’re forced to be with them. feelings grow, both good and bad.  - “Time cast a spell on you but you won’t forget me. I know I could have I loved you but you would not let me. I’ll follow you down ‘till the sound of my voice can haunt you. Oh give it just a chance. You’ll never get away from the sound of a woman that loves you.” - Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac  

chapter three: the blame is on you

two mclarens spin out, drivers at each other’s throat but only one’s to blame. what’s said on track doesn’t always stay there. - “It’s my own design, it’s my own remorse. Help me to decide, help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure, nothing ever lasts forever. Everybody wants to rule the world.” - Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tear For Fear 

chapter four: no grace

jenson can’t take it anymore; the back stabbing, the betrayal. he did what he thought was best and left. on what was supposed to be the happiest night of y/n’s life, she’s heartbroken and upset. — “I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace, so the battleships will sink beneath the waves. You had to kill me, but it kills you just the same. Cursing my name, wishing I stayed. You turned into your worst fears and you’re tossing out blame, drunk on this pain. Crossing out the good years and you’re cursing my name, wishing I stayed.” -  My Tears Ricochet by Taylor Swift 

chapter five: the final tango

y/n and jenson find themselves front and centre, smiling for the cameras in their sunday bests, yet their hearts are in different places. - “it hurts to be something, it’s worse to be nothing with you. I’ve done the math, there’s no solution. We’ll never last. Why can’t I let go of this?” -  Promise by Laufey 

chapter six: secrets of us

when all is said and done, it’s never really over, is it? jenson spills far too much in a tell-all interview that back fires on both he and y/n. - “And you don’t seem to understand, a shame you seemed an honest man. And the fears you hold so dear will turn to whisper in your ear. And you know what they say might hurt you and you know that it means so much, and you don’t even feel a thing.” -  Duvet by Bôa

chapter seven: a chapter of me

four long years have passed, both y/n and jenson are in different places of life but they find themselves at Silverstone, together once again. jenson’s a commentator and y/n’s still a racer. seems the dust has settled. - “Just wanna let this story die, and i’ll be alright. We can’t be friends, but I’d like to just pretend. You cling to your papers and pens, wait until you like me again.” -  We Can’t Be Friends by Ariana Grande 

chapter eight: a glimpse into the past

people come and go, life moves on; that has always been your view. you can’t move on when your past comes back to haunt you. -  “So I ask myself, do I let you go or do I keep you in the frame of my mind? Now I’m growing wise to your sugar coated lies, nothing’s sweet about my misery. Yeah, I finally found what went wrong, i finally found the wrong in you.” - On My Mind by Jorja Smith

chapter nine: twelve steps forward, one step back

the final race of your life, mixed emotions truly. your career was one out of a movie, you’re waiting for the final shoe to drop and when it does, it hits you hard. - “Isn’t it strange? I am still me, you are still you, in the same place. Isn’t it strange how people can change from strangers to friends, friends into lovers, and strangers again?” - Strange by Celeste

epilogue - chapter ten: the last bow

life post retirement is a funny thing, you thought you’d be having fun but you’re bored out of your mind. a solo trip results in seeing a ghost from your past.  -  “I'm sure we're taller in other dimension, you say we’re small and not worth a mention. You’re tired of movin’, your body’s achin’. We could vacay, there’s places to go. Clearly this isn’t all that there is, can’t take what’s been given. But we’re so okay here, we’re doing fine.” - White Ferrari by Frank Ocean 

[xbuster]

[yutamayo]

[fandom-go-round]

Could I get NSFW Headcanons with FGO Penthesalia and Raikou with a male significant other who has a breeding kink

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Breeding Kink, Mommy Kink, Implied Edging

Penthesalia:

She’s embarrassed to admit she’s into your breeding kink. It’s never going to be something Penthesalia mentions on her own but she’s willing to try. She does need a little while to come around to the idea, or at least admit to herself that she’d enjoy it. Her face might be bright red but if you tease her, you’re going to be on thin ice.

She gets more vocal as you breed her, voice getting higher and more strained. She’s a trained warrior so it’ll be a few rounds before she starts squirming but being so full is something new for her. Penthesalia’s face will go red but she’s doing to best to not react. It’s easy to see how her legs tremble and how she keeps pushing her hips into yours. She won’t beg, not unless you’ve had her pinned for hours.

She’s going to need a bit to recover after your session. You haven’t pushed her to her physical limits but her emotional limit is closer than she thought. Hold her close and let her calm down before talking through everything. She’ll want a warm bath to clean up and snacks won’t hurt. She’s willing to do this again and may even bring it up herself.

Minamoto no Raikou:

Raikou wants a baby so bad it hurts. Even if it’s not physically possible with a Servant and a human, she’s determined to try. Part of you thinks it’s less about the baby and more about the fucking but don’t bring it up. She’ll get embarrassed if you imply she only wants you to fuck her and will deny your advances for a while. Her urge isn’t entirely rational, being a Berserker and all but that doesn’t stop her from craving what she can’t have.

She LOVES it when you call her mommy during sex, especially if you’re using it for dirty talk. Anything along the lines of ‘let me put a baby in you mommy’ or ‘you’re taking me so good, gonna make you a mommy’ has her seeing stars and cumming almost based on words alone. Careful once you use that card though; she’s not going to let you go until she’s leaking everywhere. Hopefully you have the stamina to back your words up.

Raikou would have you breed her every day if you could. Of course, that’s not possible in terms of physicality or with everything going on at Chaldea so you compromise. She let’s you know when she wants a breeding session and the two of you won’t fuck, saving that energy for a free day. It can be a long time, depending on what’s going on but its worth it to see her desperate for your cock.

[mirisss]

Fated No More

Enhypen OT7 x afab! reader

Soulmate au, angst, Enhypen are still idols in this though you can think that their ages are a little older than in reality - specifically Jungwon and Niki, 

Warnings: angst, sad, Enhypen members being very rude/mean to reader, talk of depression, Lies, Enhypen kind of getting scammed, 

Summary: In a world where everyone has a soulmate some people have multiple, but what if the one you’re fated to be with doesn’t want you? 

Wordcount ≈ 3.4k

Thank you for the request @lene03! I hope you enjoy it and that it lives up to your expectations! I’m sorry if it turned out a bit too angsty.

Part 2, Part 3

Third Person POV

(Y/n) knew early on in her life that she was blessed with more than one soulmate. The day she turned 5 a small tattoo appeared on her right shoulder of the initials of her soulmate, L.H. It was strange for someone to receive their soulmate mark so early, though it all made sense as she received another one on the day she turned 7. This time the initials appeared on her left wrist, P.J. The next one appeared on her 10th birthday, S.J., and this one was placed on her right wrist. The fourth one appeared on her 12th birthday, this one like the first was placed on her shoulder though the P.S. was placed on the left shoulder. K.S. Was the fifth initial to appear, this one came on her 14th birthday and was placed on her right ankle. (Y/n) wondered how many soulmates she could possibly have as five was more than usual. If someone had multiple soulmates it was usually no more than three, at least that’s what she could find when doing research. Nonetheless, she was ecstatic and hoped that these boys lived close to her and to each other so they could quickly find one another. On her 15th birthday, she examined her entire body wondering if maybe she had received another name, but she found nothing, perhaps she didn’t have a sixth one. A year later as she woke up on her 16th birthday, she was shocked to find a pair of new initials on her thigh. Y.J. A sixth soulmate. That must be it? Right? I can’t possibly have more, right? Was what (Y/n) thought. Two years passed and it was now (Y/n)’s 18th birthday, last year she had not received any new initials but she wasn’t calm yet as she figured out that the initials only appeared every 2 or 3 years. This meant, that today was the last day she could receive an initial as after you turn 18 you can’t receive anything more unless your bonding is from scars or something like that. Tattoos are not included in that category. (Y/n) got up out of bed in the morning first looking at, the now familiar, initials she had received over the years. She then began searching for a possible new one, and she quickly ended her search as she only had to look in the mirror on her left collarbone, where she found N.R. as a small yet noticeable tattoo. Seven. Seven soulmates. That’s a lot, but (Y/n) couldn’t be happier. All her life, that hasn’t been that long, she had felt that she had a lot of love to give, more than just one person could receive. And she was ready to feel that love from her seven soulmates too. She just had to find them. Are you looking for me too? 

*A month after (Y/n)’s birthday, at school*

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)!” “Moa! What’s up?” (Moa is (Y/n)’s best friend, change the name if you want to,) Moa sat down beside (Y/n). “You have to help me vote during lunch,” “What are you voting for? The next prime minister?” “No, something important! It’s for a survival show!” “Of course it is, haha, alright, here, download whatever app I need or whatever and show me a performance of the one or ones you want me to vote for,” “You’re the best (Y/n)!” Moa showed (Y/n) a few performances pointing out her favorite trainees, (Y/n) had to admit everyone was very talented and handsome. (Y/n) didn’t notice at the time that the seven people that Moa was fangirling for matched the initials on her body though it hit her ones one of them, Park Jay, was particularly close to the camera with one of his hands and she saw multiple initials on him, ones that just so happened to be matching hers. “Moa, do you also see my initials on Jay’s wrist? Or am I just crazy?” “HUH?!?” Moa paused the video and moved close to the screen. “We might just be delusional but yeah I definitely see your initials and also two others that match some of the ones on you,” “Is it possible that he’s one of my soulmates?” “I mean it could be anyone so yeah it’s possible but at the same time, it could just be a coincidence that the initials match your own and the ones on your body,” “But if he’s an idol, or becomes an idol, it’s going to be all the more difficult to meet him,” “Yeah, it will be really hard,” A few weeks passed by with nothing much happening except the survival show ended and Enhypen was formed. (Y/n) kept up with the show after that day and she was convinced that it wasn’t a coincidence that all the members matched the initials on her body, along with her finding her initials on Jay, that first day, and later on seeing them on Heesung and Sunoo too. (Y/n) was trying to find out if the boys had found out they were soulmates or if maybe it was just a coincidence that the initials matched. So far, she got nothing. 

* At the Enhypen dorm * 

The boys found out as soon as they met that they were soulmates as their tattooed initials slightly burned and began glowing until they touched each other to stop the burning and calm down the glowing. They had a conversation regarding the last initial that they all shared, speculating over whether it would be another guy or if it was a girl, or maybe someone non-binary. “I think it will be a girl, I can just feel it,” “Yeah? Feel what? The bullshit you’re pulling out of thin air?” “Oh shut up Niki, you don’t understand the things I know,” “Hyung, you sound like you’re sixty years old or something,” Heesung and Niki were sitting on the couch just talking when they suddenly entered the topic of their eight soulmate, causing a friendly bicker between the two. “No matter what gender they have, I’m sure they will fit in just great with us,” Jungwon said as he entered the living room to end the bickering. The boys couldn’t wait to find their final soulmate, though they knew it would be difficult to find the last soulmate since they were idols. 

* A year later *

During one of Enhypen’s fan meetings, Jake noticed that the fan in front of him had a tattoo with matching initials of his own, he hadn’t felt any burning sensation nor seen either his own or the girl's tattoos glowing. Yet he felt obliged to ask for her name to see if maybe fate was just slow with reacting to them being so close to each other. “Excuse me, what was your name?” The girl giggled and blushed before answering. “(Name)” (Aka, a name matching your initials) Jake gasped as the name matched the initials he and the other boys had tattooed on them. “Excuse me, manager-nim,” Jake called over their manager who quickly came over to him, worried that the girl had done something bad. Jake whispered to the manager about the situation and that he suspected the girl might be their soulmate, The manager nodded his head and after the girl finished speaking with all the members, the manager arranged for her to come backstage. The girl was then informed of why she was given this chance. The girl knew that she hadn’t felt anything from her initials meaning she wasn’t Enhypen’s soulmate but feeling a bit greedy and wanting to meet with them she agreed, lying by saying that she had felt some burning when meeting with the members. She thought she would be stupid to not take this chance, she didn’t care about the truth for now, after all, she could only benefit from this situation. Once the members got to the backstage area Jake had already told them of what he saw and their manager said that the girl had experienced some burning. While the boys thought it was strange that they hadn’t felt it they played it down to that perhaps they got used to the burning from experiencing a strong burning sensation when they met each other. Soon enough, they had fallen in love with the girl. 

* Yet another year later *

(Y/n) had studied hard with the determination to attain a job at HYBE in order to meet her soulmates and after two years of finding out who her soulmates, probably, were, she had succeeded. “Moa! I can’t believe this! I got the job!” “WAAAHH! CONGRATS!” After graduating from high school, Moa and (Y/n) moved in together, it was difficult getting by but they managed. Now though, everything would be better because (Y/n) finally got a well-paying job. “Let’s order some good food and celebrate!” “Yes!” 

“Ah! I can’t believe it’s your first day already! I feel like a proud mother sending her daughter off to the first day of school!” “Haha, you look like the part too, good luck at the shop later, I’ll see you for dinner!” And so, (Y/n) headed out for her first day at HYBE. She knew it might take some time before she could meet with Enhypen, though it was worth it as long as she could find out eventually if they were her soulmates or not. This was a step in the right direction. 

* 2 Months later *

“(Y/n), good job, You’ve really shown how skilled you are during such a short amount of time. Manager Sung here is in need of a new assistant manager and after seeing how tenacious you are I believe you would be a great fit for that position,” (Y/n)’s boss was praising her, she surely did deserve it for everything she had done during just two months. Manager Sung, does he work with a debuted group or with the trainees?” “Oh, right. I didn’t tell you about that, Manager Sung works with Enhypen,” (Y/n)’s smile widened so far her cheeks hurt. Finally, she thought. 

A few days later, (Y/n) was heading to the practice room in which she would meet Enhypen for the first time. She was to be in charge of their schedule for the day as Manager Sung was busy with meetings. (Y/n) stopped right outside the doors, “Deep breath, (Y/n), deep breath,”. The second (Y/n) opened the door and stepped inside, she was met by all her soulmate tattoos burning like crazy as well as glowing like a raging fire during a pitch-black midnight. The Enhypen boys also felt the burning and saw the glowing. They didn’t understand why it was happening now as they already had their eighth soulmate. Soon the burning calmed down and the seven boys turned to the door to find an unfamiliar girl standing there with tattoos that were glowing just like theirs. “Hi” Was all (Y/n) said as she was in awe of how handsome they all were. “Who are you?” Sunghoon asked while the boys all moved closer to each other, not wanting to be too close to the unfamiliar girl. “I’m (Y/n), I’m Manager Sung’s new assistant manager. Nice to meet you,” They introduced themselves as Enhypen, keeping it very formal. (Y/n) was confused over why none of them had mentioned the whole soulmate thing yet, she knew that they had felt the burning based on what she saw and heard as she stepped into the room. (Y/n) cleared her throat and began explaining her assignment for the day, the boys’ schedule for the day mostly consisted of dance practice and some vocal training. “Yes, we know our schedule for today, thank you for reminding us though. I guess we will see you for lunch, bye,” Jungwon’s words were sharp and cold, just like the stares all seven boys directed toward (Y/n). “Oh? Uhm, I was told to stay with you all day so I’m just gonna sit in a corner, out of your way,” The only response (Y/n) received was a single nod from Sunoo before Jay prepared the music and Niki began showing them some good warm-up moves. (Y/n) sat down in a corner as she had said, sighing and wondering why the boys seemed to be so cold toward her. 

All too soon the day was over and Enhypen as well as (Y/n) were meant to go to their separate homes. “Wait! Can I talk with you guys?” “What? You a fan or something?” “I guess you could call me a fan, yes, Niki, but that wasn’t what I wanted to talk about. Please? Can we just sit down and speak for a few minutes? It’s really important,” “Alright, 5 minutes. Then we have to leave,” Heesung said while Jungwon took up his phone alerting their driver of the short delay. The eight of them sat down by a table in the corridor, the boys all seemed to have bored looks on their faces while (Y/n) was giddy with happiness. “So, um. Did you notice anything special when we met each other?” “No, not that I can think of,” “Are you sure?” (Y/n) began doubting herself as they denied her suspicion of them being her soulmates. “Yes, we are sure. Was that all you wanted to talk about? If so, we’ll take our leave,” “No, wait. Please. The second I stepped into that room the seven initials I have tattooed on my body began burning and glowing, the initials matches yours exactly. That should mean something, right? That should mean that you guys also felt something,” “Look, (Y/n), was it? We already have our eighth soulmate, we don’t have a ninth,” Sunoo usually looked so sweet whenever (Y/n) had checked variety shows that Enhypen joined yet now, his words were almost mocking and mean. “No, but, I’m your soulmate,” “Maybe fate got it wrong this time because we love her and we’re fated with her,” (Y/n) could feel her heart breaking at Jake’s words, the smile she once wore was turned into a shaking frown as she tried to hold back her tears. “We’ll leave now, goodbye, miss assistant,” They got up from the table and walked away without turning back once to check on her. 

That night as (Y/n) got home, Moa noticed the glum look on her best friend’s face and the tears waiting to fall from her eyes. “(Y/n)? What happened? What’s wrong?” Moa rushed toward (Y/n) as (Y/n) collapsed on the floor after getting her shoes off. “They have someone else,” “What? Who?” “Enhypen, Moa. They have another soulmate, they rejected me,” “No, that’s not possible, how could they have someone else if you’re their soulmate? Did you feel the burn?” “Yeah, it sure did burn and glow, and I saw theirs glowing too yet they still deny it,” “Maybe they are just confused, try talking with them a little every day so they can warm up to you and realize that you are their true soulmate,” “I’ll try, thanks Moa,” “Everything will work out, don’t worry,” 

(Y/n) continued trying to have small conversations with Enhypen though her attempts resulted in nothing but cold shoulders and the silent treatment. It was clear that they wanted nothing to do with her, (Y/n) tried to remain positive through it all, and hoped that the next day would be better. However, each day seemed to only get worse. Working so closely with them made it all the more difficult to ignore their icy attitude. Three months after their first meeting, Enhypen had grown tired of (Y/n)’s constant tries at getting close to them. They were over her. Their girlfriend, (Name), was not happy once the boys had told her of (Y/n). They said that they knew (Y/n) was their true soulmate and not (Name) but that they loved (Name), not (Y/n). (Name) was happy that they chose her over their true soulmate considering she had done the same for them, though she had yet to meet her true soulmates. “Hi boys, great work on the music video so far, want to eat lunch together?” “WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LEAVE US ALONE? IS IT SO HARD TO ACCEPT THE FACT THAT WE DON’T WANT YOU? WE ARE COMPLETE, WE DON’T NEED YOU, FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO BOTHER,” They all took turns yelling at her, fortunately, no one else had seen or heard their outburst. Once they had finished screaming, (Y/n) was crying silently, her whole body was shaking. The boys felt their soulmate marks itching and hurting, most likely a sign of them rejecting (Y/n) and being so harsh to her. “I’m sorry, I’ll leave,” (Y/n) turned around and left the location, telling Manager Sung that she wasn’t feeling so good and needed the rest of the day off along with the next day, Manager Sung agreed and hoped she would recover quickly. 

“Moa, I’m gonna quit my job at HYBE and move somewhere else. I’m sorry for the inconvenience this will cause you,” “(Y/n), no. We’ll fix this. You can find a job somewhere else around here until you do I can cover rent, with my raise I received recently that will be fine, We might have to cut down our food expenses a little but we’ll manage,” “I can’t stay here, I can’t be close to them, it hurts Moa. I can barely breathe, my body is numb and heavy, I can’t move it, I would rather die than stay here,” “Okay, we’ll find a way. I’ll help you, We promised to stay with each other so wherever you go, I shall follow,” “I wish you were my soulmate, Moa, it would have been so much easier, don’t you think?” “Yeah, it probably would,” And so, (Y/n) sent in her resignation letter to HYBE, saying it would be immediate and the reason was because of a family situation. The two friends began searching for new jobs abroad and apartments as well until they finally found two jobs perfect for them and an apartment in (Country and city of choice). (Y/n) had become severely depressed but having Moa around helped a little. 

A year goes by and one day when (Y/n) wakes up, she comes to realize that the once vibrant soulmate tattoos have begun fading. The marks hurt the first weeks after the rejection but now they only brought her emotional pain as she looked at them. With every day the marks faded more and more until they were no longer visible. (Y/n) knew she wouldn’t receive a second chance in this lifetime yet she was relieved that she at least no longer had to stare at the initials who broke her heart. The Enhypen members had not been as blessed as (Y/n) when it came to the marks, theirs were constantly itching from the day that they screamed at her. The marks were bringing them a lot of discomfort yet they still stayed with (Name), refusing to leave her because they loved her too much. Perhaps fate was punishing them for the way they acted toward (Y/n), the truth might never be known, but the thing that is certain is that they are fated no more. 

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[prettygirl-gabi]

By A thread

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Rating:General Audiences

Warning: Fluff, angst, happy ending

Category:F/M

Fandom:Seventeen (SVT)  (boyband)

Relationships: !idol Vernon x !non-idol f reader

Summary: When you and Vernon have a falling out...will the thread you're hanging on snap or was it only getting stronger

Trope : Invisible String Theory

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Hiiiii everyone who is reading! Welcome to the twelfth installment of my new mini series called "Oi! Not this again!" They do not have to be read together or in order! I hope you all enjoy!

The moment I learned about the invisible string theory, I couldn't shake the idea that Vernon and I were connected by one. Not in the whimsical, serendipitous way people describe in romantic movies or storybooks, but in the messy, painful way life tends to unfold. Maybe that’s just how my mind works — always lingering on the edges of things, never fully believing in fairy tales. But still, I couldn’t let it go.

The red thread is supposed to be unbreakable, they say, no matter how much it tangles or stretches across time and space. Yet, as I sit here, staring at the text from Vernon that hasn’t received a response in weeks, I wonder if ours had snapped when I wasn’t paying attention.

*“We need to talk,”* he had said the last time we saw each other, his voice barely a whisper. It was one of those moments where you already know what’s coming but pretend you don’t. I had nodded, and we sat in silence.

Looking at my phone, the message stares back at me, a reminder that some things are left unfinished. I hadn’t meant for this to happen — this distance between us. It felt like it snuck up, inch by inch, until one day we were too far apart to meet in the middle.

*“Hey, are you still coming to the party tonight?”*

I blink back to the present, tapping out a quick response to my friend before tossing my phone onto the bed. I’m not sure why I’m going. Maybe part of me hopes Vernon will be there, though the thought makes my chest tighten. We haven’t spoken since that day. I don’t even know if he’ll want to see me.

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The party is loud, buzzing with the kind of chaotic energy that both excites and exhausts me at once. People swarm around me, their laughter and chatter blending into a noise I can’t focus on. I’m too busy scanning the room, pretending like I’m not hoping to see him. It’s not until my third lap around the house that I finally spot him in the corner, surrounded by a few of his friends.

Vernon looks the same as always — tall, with that easy posture that makes him look like he belongs anywhere. His hair is a bit messier than usual, his jacket hanging loosely off his shoulders. But it’s his eyes that get me, the same way they always do. They glance up, meet mine for half a second, and I swear I feel something pull inside of me. That invisible string, tightening and pulling me closer.

I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or the unresolved tension, but before I can stop myself, I start walking toward him. He notices me, of course, because that’s just how it is with us. Our eyes always seem to find each other. The crowd parts slightly as I make my way over, and suddenly, we’re face-to-face.

“Hey,” I manage, my voice barely audible above the noise.

“Hey,” he replies, his tone unreadable.

The air between us feels charged, thick with all the things we haven’t said. I can’t help but wonder if he’s been thinking about me the way I’ve been thinking about him. About how we drifted apart, about all the little moments that built up to this silence.

“Can we talk?” I blurt out, and his expression falters for a second before he nods.

We weave through the crowd until we find a quieter spot outside. The cool night air hits me, calming the nerves that have been building up inside. Vernon stands a few feet away from me, his hands shoved into his pockets, looking like he’s trying to figure out what to say. I beat him to it.

“I’m sorry,” I begin, my voice shaky. “For everything. I didn’t mean to just disappear like that.”

His eyes soften, but there’s still a distance in them. “You didn’t disappear. I did. Or maybe we both did. I don’t know.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I thought we were good, you know? And then… we weren’t. And I didn’t know how to fix it.”

His words hang in the air, and I feel that invisible string between us tugging again. The tension in his voice mirrors the one inside me, a mess of confusion, hurt, and regret that’s been building for months.

“I thought the same thing,” I admit, stepping closer to him. “But maybe we both were waiting for the other to fix it. And we didn’t realize it was falling apart until it was too late.”

Vernon looks down at his feet, and for a moment, I’m terrified he’ll agree — that maybe it *is* too late. But when he looks back up, there’s something different in his eyes. Not the same frustration or disappointment I’d seen before. There’s hope there, and it makes my heart ache.

“Do you think we could fix it now?” he asks softly, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

I swallow the lump in my throat. “I don’t know. But I want to try. I miss you, Vernon. More than you probably realize.”

His lips tug into a small, sad smile, and he takes a step closer to me. The space between us feels smaller now, but not suffocating — comforting, like we’re figuring this out together.

“I miss you, too,” he admits, and it feels like the words are being pulled from deep inside him, ones he’s been holding back for too long. “I don’t want to keep messing this up.”

I nod, feeling the same way. We stand there for a moment, neither of us speaking, just letting the quiet fill the gaps. I can feel the weight of all the unspoken things between us, but for the first time, it doesn’t feel unbearable.

“You know the invisible string thing?” I say suddenly, my words tumbling out before I can stop them.

Vernon raises an eyebrow, looking at me like I’ve lost it. “Uh, what?”

I laugh softly, shaking my head. “It’s this theory — that people who are meant to be connected are tied together by an invisible red string. No matter how far apart they are, or how tangled things get, they’re still connected. Like… fate, or something.”

Vernon is quiet for a second, his expression thoughtful. “So, you think we’re connected by some invisible string?”

I shrug, feeling a bit embarrassed now that I’ve said it out loud. “I don’t know. It sounds kind of ridiculous, but… yeah. I do.”

He smiles, this time a real one, and I feel warmth spread through my chest. “I don’t think it’s ridiculous. I mean, we’ve made it this far, right?”

I meet his gaze, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I feel that connection between us again. Stronger, somehow.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “We did.”

Vernon reaches out, his fingers brushing against mine, and I take his hand, feeling the warmth of his palm against my own. We stand there, hand in hand, the world around us fading into the background.

Maybe the invisible string between us never snapped after all. Maybe it just got a little tangled along the way. But standing here, with Vernon by my side, I know one thing for sure — we’re still connected.

And this time, we’re not letting go.

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            ‐Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-Gabi✨️🎀

[ampresandian]

What I need you to know is that I always imagined Thalia's pine tree being like the most Christmas tree shaped pine tree ever imaginable. Like in my head, it was maybe 6 feet tall and a perfect triangle. Like a real life 🌲 So I did not recognize the tree in the tv show at first

Which is patently ridiculous bc literally right outside my childhood bedroom window in my backyard are the two most gigantic ridiculous pine trees they're probably like 20-30 feet tall and look round so I really feel like they should've been my internal model for Thalia's tree but they were not

[vintagegirl01]

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Hunt Athalar x female reader.

Summary: You and Hunt have been dating for a while now. Despite how much you have grown to love him, you refrain from saying anything in fear that he is still in love with Shahar. You realize that this is far from the truth.

A/N: This is a bit of an alternative universe with the reader in Bryce’s place (love Bryce though, so please no attacking me 😂). There’s references to parts of the first and second book. Haven’t read the third book, so please no spoilers. Other than that, hope anyone reading this enjoys it.

“She’s nothing like Shahar.”

Before you could hear more, you quickly walk away from where Hunt stands before he can see you and walk out of the 33rd Legion.

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Hunt told you about Shahar.

About how much he loved her. How her death impacted him so much that he hadn’t had a serious relationship in centuries.

Though you were happy that he had trusted you enough to share that with you, you couldn’t help but feel as if you’d never compare to her for she was everything that you weren’t. Strong, brave, beautiful. But more importantly, an angel just like him.

You and Hunt met when he was assigned to guard you after some powerful individuals were out to get you in the hopes of using your power to gain information as you were a dream walker. A rare gift in Lunathion. Yet, it somehow existed in your family line. On your mother’s side to be exact. The last known person exemplifying this ability was your grandmother.

Despite Hunt being a bit standoffish initially, you both eventually grew close to one another as he was staying in your apartment until the bad guys were caught. Anyone with eyes could see the connection between the two of you as you did things together that couples would do. From going eating takeout together to a watching movies together.

However, things changed between the two of you when he came back to your house all beaten and bruised after a night of being sent on a mission to take care of some people. After helping him get cleaned up, you brought him to your room and cuddled. This eventually resulted in him falling asleep in your lap as you raked your fingers through his dark shoulder length hair.

It was at that moment you saw a tormented male trying to survive the horrors of his past. From that day on, you two became a couple. Though, it had to stay low profile until the baddies were caught. Once they were, you and Hunt continued to living together.

You had truly believed that everything between the two of you was going well until you heard that sentence.

You had know idea what hurt more, hearing those words come from Hunt’s mouth or the fact that he was telling his friends and colleagues this.

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After dinner, you and Hunt are sitting on the living room couch, watching a movie together. The space between you two is evident.

Since Hunt got home from work, the interactions you’ve had with him brief. Though you try to ignore the words you heard earlier that day, they find way into your mind again.

She’s nothing like Shahar.

You must have been silent for a while because Hunt had turned off the tv and turned, looking straight at you.

“Babe… what’s wrong? You’ve only spoken a few words since I have come home and you’re not cuddling me like usual. Also, we didn’t have lunch together like we usually do every Friday. Is something wrong?”

Instantly, you shake your head.

“Come on (y/n), I know that isn’t true. Please, whatever it is, tell me and we can fix it together.”

Together?

You’d almost fall for his sweet words if you hadn’t heard what he said to Isaiah and Naomi earlier.

“I had gone to your work today to have lunch together when I heard what you said to Isaiah and Naomi.”

The angel’s smile is there only for a few seconds longer as if realizing what you were referring to.

“Baby…what you thought you heard this afternoon, isn’t what you think it is.” He stops to take a breath before continuing. “When you heard me saying that you are nothing like Shahar, I meant it.”

You wince before looking down to hide your tears.

“You are better than Shahar.” The angel pauses before continuing. “Looking back on the time I had with Shahar, I thought I loved her when in actually it was infatuation. From the time you and I have had together, I realized that the the moments I shared with her were ploys for her to gain my affection so that I can play a part in her rebellion all those years ago. Everyone in 33rd can see that.”

Hunt can tell you still look gets onto his knees and hugs you, holding onto your waist.

“I love you so much and I don’t want to taint you. You are literally the epitome of light and goodness while I’m darkness and corruption”, the angel in front of you says tearfully.

You are shocked by those words. He said those three little words that held such impact.

It doesn’t take long for you to take the angel’s chin into your left hand, looking into his dark, tear stained eyes. A contrast from his usual brooding stare.

“The man I love is more than that. An evil man wouldn’t feel guilt or remorse for what he has done. You do. You wipe his tears with your thumbs, kissing where the tear stains for. “Also, you were in a position where you had no choice”, your mind thinking back to the late Sandriel and Micah.

You then get to your knees to be leveled with Hunt, letting your fingers travel through his dark hair as a way to ground him. Though not as long as it used to be, you can’t help touching the remainder of his dark tresses.

Hunt then lets his hands gently touch your cheeks for a few seconds before bringing your face near to his own.

“I’m so lucky to have you as my love and mate.”

“Mate?” you look at him shockingly.

Realizing what he said, Hunt tries to explain.

“Yes, mate. I understand if it’s too soon for you to say but I want you to know that you are my mate… When I’m around you, I feel this need to protect you as well as want to be a better male.”

You smile at him. “I feel it too. Though, I was afraid to say something in fear that it wasn’t reciprocated.”

The two of you then lean into share a passionate kiss, whispering your love and commitment to one another for all eternity.

[yandere-romanticaa]

People are hungry for this man, oh my word. Take these humble crumbs, my little doves. Also fem reader because it's easier for me.

The soft glow of the moon cascaded down on the pair as the wind blew gently, soothing the raging heart in the girl's chest.

It was hard to focus when you were oh so aware of his stare. It was so easy to picture it - ruby red eyes, lost deep in thought as they skimmed all over your body, taking in absolutely every detail they possibly could... And yet, still somehow being able to be completely aware of the surroundings or any incoming attack. Every miniscule movement of the tiniest of bugs, any scarce leaf on the ground, all of it was easy for him to spot.

That was the power of a Servant, you figured. And your Lancer had many, many things going for him.

Being a participant in the Holy Grail War was never an ambition of yours. Your family had no real standing with the other mages as it was a relatively newly established group. You never even considered yourself a particularly impressive or strong mage, just good enough to survive.

And against all odds, the Holy Grail had picked you.

The bright red command seals on your hand were a painful reminder of your bloody predicament. Danger lurked in every corner and even if you tried to hide it, the quiver in your step was painfully obvious to your Lancer. To him, you were no better than an open book. In its own way, he found that endearing.

He took a shine to you almost immediately. While he would typically prefer a more outspoken and assertive Master, he couldn't help but to stir the fire which lay dormant deep inside you. You couldn't see the strength you possessed but that was alright. He could see it, smell it, almost taste it even. He wanted to push you into above and beyond, he wished to see you at your breaking point, only to rise from the ashes anew.

Such a delicious thought. His cute little Master, who didn't have a single clue of the plans he had for her.

Times like these, he really, really, loathed being a heroic spirit. Improper thoughts came to him like breathing, it was certainly no way for a Servant to admire their Master in such a manner but the man could not help himself.

You were far too delectable for your own good.

He was going to chain you, break you, show you just how much he cared for you in the most earnest way possible. He was going to present you with the Holy Grail and make you the true victor of this war.

He was going to make you even more beautiful than you could ever imagine.

[hopefulblazeexpert]

Robin Hood and Cù Chulainn on a date! This is a fill for this prompt from @nasuversekinkmeme

They’re going to drink beer, smoke, catch maybe 3 fish and have an excellent time together

[matchanne]

One comedic yet hypocritical take that (I think) the devs can do with Cú’s relationship with his wife is…he gets ironically jealous to a degree/possessive when Emer interacts with other guys in Chaldea.

Oh, it gets worse when that guy happens to be a certain Archer (you know who that is). THIS ONE IS A DECLARATION OF WAR.

[stayteezdreams]

By Chance or Fate: Part Two

Plot: Part of you didn't actually think Hyunjin was going to text you to make plans. But he did, and now you are waiting in a park to see him again. But, the clouds are growing darker by the second, and Hyunjin still hasn't arrived.

-Part One-

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Gn!Reader

-Meet-Cute Series-

Words: 1.9k

You didn't know time could pass so slowly until today. It was barely mid-day but you felt like you had watched the clock tick by for an entire day, as you nervously wandered around your apartment.

But now you were nervously waiting in the park. Your eyes darted around every few moments as you waited impatiently, and nervously for Hyunjin to come into view.

Honestly, you had been surprised when he had actually texted you with the desire to see you again. You thought maybe all that talk of fate and chance was just a romantic whimsy when he met a stranger in the rain. You thought the desire to see you would fade after a day or two. But he insisted, and you were happy to agree.

Looking down at the ground your eyes found your shadow and you took in a deep breath. You had no idea what was going to happen today with Hyunjin, and that scared you, but more than that, it excited you. He was gorgeous and kind, and you seemed so similar to one another. So the fact that he seemed to be genuinely interested, made you ecstatic.

Seeing your shadow fade as the ground grew dark, you looked up and your heart sank. Where had all these dark clouds come from? There were no clouds earlier, it was all blue skies and sunshine before. You swallowed as your anxiety piqued.

Looking around, you hoped Hyunjin would suddenly materialize with a plan to go somewhere else, or maybe an umbrella at least. Why was it always the days you didn't have one that it rained? Would you have to carry one around with you every day now?

Your foot started bouncing nervously as the wind began to pick up. The trees shaking and a few leaves scattering to the ground around you.

"Shit." You muttered as you looked around again for Hyunjin.

Feeling a small drop of rain hit your hand, you looked up again as the sky rumbled softly. Another raindrop hit your cheek, before you could hear raindrops lightly hitting the ground all around you.

You stood up, looking around almost panicked as you started heading towards the park entrance. Pulling out your phone you were going to text Hyunjin, telling him you were gong to take shelter nearby. Hopefully he would see it and not think you stood him up.

Before you could type out your message, a bright flash of lightning was paired with a loud crack of thunder, making you jump in fear and drop your phone on the sidewalk.

Gasping, you cursed as you picked up your phone, immediately noticing the smashed screen. "No, no no" you begged silently as you were unable to turn on the phone.

Your thoughts were once again distracted as the rain began to grow harder. Cursing again you rose, now running out of the park as you eyed the various building across the street. Surely you could go into one?

You looked around desperately for Hyunjin, hoping you might find him before he thinks you've left. Now unable to text him, he may truly think you stood him up.

Running past building after building, all of which were private or closed, you began to feel desperate. Rounding the corner, you slid to a halt when you almost ran into someone.

Your heart skipped violently when your eyes met Hyunjin's peeking through his wet black hair.

"Hyunjin!" You almost gasped out.

Hyunjin was out of breath, having began running to get to you before the rain got too hard. He hoped you would still be there, that he would still find you, he didn't want to miss you because of the rain. Not when it was what brought you to him in the first place.

When you rounded the corner and his eyes locked onto your now-drenched figure, he felt relief wash over him.

Realization and relief passed over his face as he smiled. But as another rumble of thunder shook you, Hyunjin quickly grabbed your wrist and tugged you back down the sidewalk.

"Come on! I saw a cafe down here!"

Your voice failed you as you followed him, letting him pull you along. Relief flooding you now that you didn't have to worry about missing him entirely.

As you made your way into the small entrance room of the cafe, you both took a moment to breathe. As he caught your eyes, you felt yourself freeze. You forgot how breathtaking he looked until now, with his hair wet from the rain, framing his face only adding to his beauty. If you hadn't just spent the last minute running, you would be breathless just from the sight in front of you.

As a smile began to spread across his face, it became contagious. You both let out incredulous laughter, turning into giggles as you were met with the hostess of the cafe.

When you were sat down at a small table in the corner, Hyunjin smiled brightly at you. "I'm sorry I was a bit late. When it started raining, I was really afraid I would miss you."

You nodded softly, "You almost did." You admitted with a soft smile.

His smile was still present as he shook his head. "But I didn't, that's what's important." His smile widened a bit as he seemed to think something over. "You ran right to me unknowingly."

His words from the first day you met ran through your mind. You smiled, as your voice took on a teasing tone. "Kind of like fate huh?"

His eyes widened a bit as his smile grew and he let out a soft laugh. It was a joke, but he couldn't help but believe it. And as his stare hardened, piercing you with a soft intensity, you couldn't help but believe it a bit too.

Hyunjin's eyes flicked down to the menu that had been sat in front of him, he ran his hand over it lightly. "I guess our walk in the park turned into a cafe date huh?"

As your heart skipped at this, you noticed the way he tensed, as though he didn't mean to say it. Slowly he looked up at you and could tell you didn't miss it.

A small shy smile formed on his face as he sat up a bit more. "You don't mind me calling it that do you. A date?" His tone made his nervousness obvious, but the soft hope in his eyes mirrored what you were feeling.

You wanted to nod your head and tell him you love the idea, but you held back. Instead, you spoke softly, your own bashfulness coming through, which Hyunjin couldn't help but find endearing.

"Do you want it to be a date?" He nodded, unable to find his words again just yet. You smiled at him, "Me too. So yes, it's okay."

Hyunjin pinched his leg from under the table to resist showing the excitement rushing through him. He smiled a bit brighter as he nodded, finding his voice creeping back.

"Then let me buy you a coffee or something."

"Are you sure?" You followed, feeling a bit guilty. "I can pay, it's alright."

He shook his head, "Let me. If it makes you feel better, you can say it's to get even for making you get drenched in the rain."

You giggled softly. "That's not your fault. Based on the fact that neither of us had umbrellas, again, neither of us were expecting it to rain."

Hyunjin giggled, recalling the first day you met, trapped in the rain umbrella-less, just like now.

One hot drink turned into two and then three, paired with scones and other pastries you insisted on paying for. The rain persisted, but neither of you cared. Whether you were in the cafe for an hour or three, you couldn't tell. Time was not moving around you, or so it felt. People came and went, rushing through the rain with or without umbrellas. But the two of you sat together refusing to budge, you talked, laughed, shared smiles and bashful gazes.

And it felt, perfect.

Hyunjin's words died at his lips when he caught your gaze out the window. It reflected the same calm beauty you held the first day you met. You were looking out at the rain then too, and just like that moment, Hyunjin felt like drawing you. He had already done it nearly a dozen times since that day. Sketched in pencil, pen, charcoal, oil pastels, everything except paint, which is what he wanted to do now as he looked at you. You had become his muse over the last week and now he was itching to do more.

Looking over at him, your breath caught when you saw the way Hyunjin was looking at you. No, not looking, admiring, his gaze was soft, but it seemed to take in every part of you. You almost felt like you were under a microscope.

Your nervously fidgeted as you let out a soft breathy laugh, "Is something wrong?"

Hyunjin, realizing he got caught staring at you shook his head, letting out an awkward laugh. "No, no, sorry, I just..." he faltered, uncertain if he should just tell you what he was thinking.

Catching your eyes again, he took in a sharp breath, something about the way you looked at him, made him speechless.

"You have a great profile." He muttered out and you tilted your head a bit. 'Cute' he thought before quickly continuing, "I draw, and paint, and you just- you have...a good profile."

Your smile brightened and he felt his heart flip. "You think so?" You asked earnestly and he smiled, nodding.

"Yeah, it's really nice to draw too." You saw his eyes widen a bit as you realized what he meant, what he just let slip.

He had drawn you? You felt your heart pounding as your neck and ears got hot. "Hyunjin...did you draw me?"

Hyunjin wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball in this moment. Instead he just sheepishly smiled, swallowing his pride. "Yeah, I did. Sorry, is that weird?"

You quickly shook your head, "No no it's actually...really sweet, and much more of a compliment than you think." You admitted.

It was true, the idea that he took time to draw you, that he wanted to draw you was astonishing.

"You think so?" He was stunned at your response, but ecstatic too.

You nodded with a smile, and his relief and excitement grew. "Is it possible for me to see it, some time?"

Hyunjin nodded, "Yeah!" As an idea entered his head, he leaned forward, "Maybe...maybe I could show you my studio, and the drawings, and then maybe...I could paint you?"

Your heart seemed to explode in your chest. "You want to paint me?" Your voice came out soft, expressing your surprise.

He just smiled and nodded, "You've kind of become my muse recently." He admitted, no longer feeling embarrassed.

You hoped the way his words affected you weren't obvious on your face as you repressed your shy grin.

"What do you say?" He asked softly.

You eyed him for a moment before nodding, "Yeah, okay. That sounds nice."

"Good, we can make it another date." He grinned, effectively making your heart explode again.

You didn't care anymore what it was that brought you and Hyunjin together. You just cared that you were in each other's lives at all.

And Hyunjin didn't care if you were meant to run into him or not, if it was all by fate, or if you were meant to be just another passing stranger. Nothing could take you from him now, not without a fight.

xx End xx

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[hanatatami]

Even if you killed me a thousand times I wouldn't love you any less