#he deserves the world and more and i’d give it to him in a heartbeat

[slavdollz4mangione]

“despite all my best efforts” he’s SO endearing to me god i love him so much 😭😭 as an aries venus myself i just know our boy loves so intensely, i truly think he’s the type of man who’d give his gf the world if he could

[lueurjun]

━━━━ celestial vows. h. hyunjin

underground boxer!hyunjin x reader. written on pure sleep deprived vibes at 5 am after one too many hyunjin edits and a sudden rush of motivation to write.

“i’m going to give you a big house one day.”

delicate, lingering kisses brush against your skin, hidden beneath the veil of night. they scatter softly along your arm, trailing over your shoulder and up the curve of your neck, until they reach your lips. each kiss is a silent vow, a promise sealed by hyunjin’s lips, unbreakable as always. but this is more than a promise—it’s an oath. an oath to be better, to give you not just what you want, but what he believes you need.

“i’m going to get it all for you. the big house in the countryside, the dream car, the dogs. all of it—right now, it’s just a promise, a glimpse of the dream. but when the chance comes, i’ll make it real. i’m all in, baby, and it’s all for you."

another promise, sealed with a kiss—this time on your lips. firm yet soft, it leaves you sinking into him like velvet, every sense overwhelmed. as he draws back, his lips brush your nose, a whisper of a kiss, before he rests his head on your chest. he listens for your heartbeat, the rhythm he knows like the back of his hand, as if it were his favorite song, a melody he never tires of, woven into the fabric of his soul.

your hand slips into his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands, sending shivers rippling through his body. with your free hand, you gently trace the fresh scar on his cheek—a reminder of the price he's paying for the dream he’s hellbent on building for you. a life funded by something far from lawful—a job that tears at your heart, as if it endures the blows meant for him

"i don’t need any of that. not as long as i have you here with me, breathing and safe." the one-bedroom apartment is far from perfect; it’s cold, damp, and mold clings to the walls. it doesn’t feel like home; it’s just a place to exist. but you don’t need a nice house when your real sanctuary is found in two arms and a heartbeat—one you want to keep strong and steady.

“tell me what you envision for our future house.”

“hyunjin-”

he catches your hand, cradling it gently to his lips. “humour me, just this once.” though the darkness of the bedroom shields his eyes, you can feel the warmth of his gaze knowing that a lazy smile accompanies the usual shimmer in the brown.

“i picture being surrounded by plenty of land so our dogs can roam freely, enjoying life as they please. i’d love to have my own little garden, where i can plant pretty flowers and grow fresh produce for dinner. And i dream of a big bedroom with a bed that takes up the entire space—just so you’d stop hogging the mattress—” a yelp slips out before you realize it, surprised by his finger poking your side in warning, and you chuckle lightly. “but most of all, i want you. i want to come home every day and find you in that garden, playing with the dogs. i want to slow dance in our big kitchen, illuminated only by the moonlight… i just want you, hyunjin."

emotion sweeps over you like a gentle tide, and you lower your head, burying your face in his hair, inhaling the scent that feels like home, enveloping you in its warmth. he’s here, he’s safe—untouched and unbroken. he’s still your hyunjin, a steadfast light in the shadows, grounding you with his presence.

“you have me.” a promise tenderly bounded with a soft kiss upon your chest. “you will always have me, and i’ll give you everything and more. you deserve the world, and i swear it will be within your reach… just—” he exhales softly, vulnerability lingering in the air like a delicate thread. “just don’t leave me, okay? even when the fear rises and threatens to tear us apart… i know it’s selfish, but i can’t handle this without you. just hold on for me, will you?”

you nod, fully aware that leaving is not an option, even if you wished for it. your heart is intricately bound to his, a connection no one could sever—not even the dangerous path he insists on walking. whether you like it or not, you’re in this for the long haul; for the quiet moments spent cleaning up after his fights, for the anxious hours spent waiting for his safe return… for the life he has sketched in his mind. you’re in it for everything. for him.

“i won’t. but don’t leave me either, okay? keep that heart beating for me, yeah?”

he smiles against your chest, tilting his head up to meet your gaze. In the dim light, his silhouette blurs, yet you find him effortlessly, pressing your forehead against his. “Yeah. always.”

he seals his most crucial promise with a kiss to your lips. he can’t guarantee a safe return, but he’ll fight with every ounce of his strength. and as fear grips you, his words and actions provide a soothing comfort, allowing you to drift into a peaceful sleep with him wrapped around you, safe and sound.

[snorkelborg]

Any gender!reader with temperature problems in that one scene where they hide in the deer from the weather?! maybe some heartfelt words or something from ogata!! That may be out of character, but I’d like to see where it goessss :3

-☎️ 🍒

"Something Warmer.."

⋆｡°✩ Ogata x GN!Reader ❄️ WC - 2,002 I couldn't find a pic that matched the fic so bear with me lol. Anyway, this is Gender Neutral reader x Ogata! It's a little reader-centric :3 I tried to make it as in-character as possible while giving some meaningful dialogue? I hope it came across as such! Anyway, enjoyyy!! Sorry if it's bad, this is my 2nd attempt at writing a fanfic ever haha, I'm still stealing Tumblr formatting from my friend 😭

You've always had trouble keeping warm. This itself wasn’t anything new to the team. Once on a particularly cold night, you’d convinced Sugimoto and Asirpa to dogpile on you so that your fingers literally wouldn’t freeze off.

This was the sort of “agreement” you three had. You and Sugimoto had been longtime friends so it wasn’t exactly difficult to persuade him to agree to this, and Asirpa enjoyed the warmth of the two of you. 

Long before those two, you’d keep warm with animals instead. Every night you’d slink into your parent's farm with a blanket and pillow, squeeze yourself between the herding dogs and sheep and pray that you’d wake up the following day without a ball of fur in your mouth. It wasn’t often that your prayers were met. Sugimoto often teased you about this, remarking that it made you smell like a barn. Your parents weren’t particularly proud of this quirk either.

Rarely did you get a good night's rest without something extra to keep you warm. Blankets weren’t enough- something else always had to fill in that creeping emptiness that you’d begin to feel as your fingers blued and your heartbeat slowed.

When the group began to expand, not only with the addition of Shiraishi but Tanigaki, Ogata, and the others, you stopped sharing a sleeping place and began freezing yourself once again.

Even though you got to stay somewhere nicer every now and then with Hijikata taking charge, you still felt cold. Nothing in the world could quell it. 

The cold wasn’t just a lack of warmth. It was the kind that crept into your ribs and made you feel like a ghost among the living. Like you didn’t deserve to feel their warmth anymore.

Having to share a space with other people meant that you couldn’t request extra blankets without looking greedy, and while you did care about your own well-being a tad bit more than your reputation, getting on people's good side seemed to be something you should keep in mind.

Speaking of which, you never could tell which side you were on with Ogata.

You’d known Sugimoto well enough to practically finish his sentences for him- it wasn’t hard to work with him. Asirpa, despite her stubborn nature, had taken quite a liking to you as well. Shiraishi was simple enough to cohabitate with. Though he was a definite oddball he had a somewhat functioning brain on his shoulders and you two could get along just fine.

The difference between Ogata and those three is that they know how to express themselves while Ogata does not. Or rather, he chooses not to. 

You’d first met him during his fight with Sugimoto, of which you’d witnessed the entirety of. He didn’t greet you then, of course- too busy fighting. He was striking; his figure haunted you ever since. You’d thought that was the end of it, till he showed up again and proved you wrong.

The sound of sniper rifles had pleased your ears since. In a sort of sick way, you wanted to see him again- even if it meant another fight. You thought about it at night in your tent, dogpiled with the others.

You thought about it during fights, getting disappointed when the soldier's faces didn’t match his.

It’s the kind of delusion that somebody has and doesn’t expect to be entertained. The saying ‘be careful what you wish for’ rang in your ears every time your thoughts made their way back to him.

Your wish was granted when you saw him again after the fiasco with Edogai’s skins, where he decided it was a great time to greet you.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Ogata Hyakunosuke,” he said, stretching his hand out in greeting.

You stared at him incredulously.

“I know who you are,” you stated flatly, struggling to keep your composure.

“Is that so?” He replied, keeping his hand outstretched.

“You fell into a river with my best friend and broke your chin. You don’t remember that? I feel like that was pretty significant.”

At this he frowned, his hand finally reeling back as he understood you weren’t going to greet him.

“Holding a grudge? Over that?” His tone was light, almost amused. But his eyes didn’t match.

You shrugged him off and continued what you were doing, ignoring his uncomfortable lingering presence. A poor attempt at ignoring the deafening beating of your heart. Since then, he’d made it a point to linger behind you no matter what you did. You weren’t sure if he was guarding your back out of some sort of misplaced affection or aiming for it.

You told yourself you didn’t care. That the only reason he lived in your head was because he was dangerous- something to be feared. But the truth was harder to swallow- it wasn’t the fear that kept you up at night.

It was the memory of his voice. The way he looked at you like you were prey. Or maybe a puzzle to be taken apart and solved. 

Once, while talking to Sugimoto, you looked away for just a second. There Ogata was, watching. Not just watching- studying. The way someone reads a sniper scope. You froze. He didn’t look away.

A cold prickle danced down your neck.

You turned back to Sugimoto and pretended not to feel the heat blooming in your cheeks. You pretended not to miss the weight of his stare when it was finally gone. 

If Sugimoto noticed, he certainly didn’t speak on it, though you could feel his palpable disapproval.

After the chaotic invasion on the Asahikawa 7th Division and the rescue of Shiraishi a fierce windstorm swept through the plains you had escaped to, dropping the temperature lower than anyone had anticipated.

Your hands become numb within just a few minutes. Asirpa's quick thinking gave you hope for a moment as you prepared to hide inside the deer that had just been taken down.

"Will you be alright alone in there?" Sugimoto asked. "You know, I’d be fine taking my own deer. You could share one with Asirpa."

Only four deer had been downed, and there wasn’t enough space for everyone to have one. It was clear that Asirpa would be the one who needed to share her space with someone else, taking into account her size.

"I d-don’t want to be a burden," you mumbled, your teeth chattering. "I’ll be fine. You and Asirpa should share one."

Sugimoto opened his mouth to argue, clearly aware that you were not fine, but Shiraishi had run off with Asirpa chasing after him to catch up.

He quickly returned on his own though and with Asirpa absence Sugimoto quickly set off to find her, leaving you shivering in the cold with no hope but to crawl inside of the deer and pray that wouldn’t be the last thing you did.

The deer stunk of blood and guts, and it was already losing heat. You couldn’t stop yourself from trembling. Your breath came in ragged huffs, puffing white in the air like smoke from a dying fire.

Your fingers had long since lost their color- it looked as though you were a corpse. You huddled, knees pressed to your chest, but it did nothing to keep the chill from climbing up your spine. The hide barely shielded you from the wind anymore.

You curled into yourself tighter, pressing your face into your sleeve. You told yourself you could make it till morning, that you weren’t going to die.

You began to feel like that was a lie.

Your body wouldn’t stop shaking. Your jaw ached from being clenched so hard and yet still the cold crept in deeper. It felt personal- malicious. Like it knew what it was doing. It wanted to pull you under and take you out of this world so quickly that no one would even notice you were gone. Not in this storm- not in the body of another creature who was too weak to keep even itself from dying, and who you expected to stop you from dying as well.

How dare you demand warmth from something that had long since gone cold.

You bit your lip hard enough to taste iron.

It wasn’t supposed to be this cold. You weren’t supposed to be alone.

For a long time you sat there in silence. Thinking. Weighing. Not just the decision– but what it would look like. What it would mean. What it said about you if you came crawling to him.

And what it said about you that you wanted to.

There were other options- you could go to Shiraishi. You could resign yourself to your fate and sink into the cold grip of death. But Shiraishi wasn’t warm- he wasn’t Ogata either. And you weren’t going to let yourself die. Not like this. Your breath shuddered out of you in a small, broken sound. And then, you began to move.

You pushed the hide aside and staggered out into the cold, barely keeping your balance on half-frozen legs. You weren’t sure what guided you- instinct, desperation, or something far uglier. You just knew where you were going. Knew exactly where he was.

You didn’t have to question if you arrived at the correct deer- you knew you had. It was like your mind remembered him better than it did warmth. 

Thankfully, his deer was much larger than the others. Large enough to fit two, perhaps.

Your stomach twisted in anticipation. Had he meant for this to happen?

And still, you called for him. “Ogata.”

The flap of the hide shifted slightly. Not enough to invite you in- just enough for you to catch the glint of one sharp, catlike eye.

“What happened to your deer?” came his voice, low and unreadable. But you heard it. The edge of amusement underneath.

“It’s cold,” you bit out.

“Mm,” he hummed. “And you want something warmer.”

You said nothing.

The pause dragged, long and deliberate. You felt yourself sinking into the earth.

Then, he shifted again- just a slight shuffle to the side. Enough room for you.

But no invitation.

You hated how you moved anyway. You hated how slow your limbs felt as you lowered yourself into the space beside him, how your breath shook when the flap sealed shut behind you.

Inside, the air was still. Stale, almost- but warm.

Your body moved on instinct, curling in on itself, trying to steal whatever heat you could from the space. You didn’t dare look at him. But you felt him. Right there beside you- quiet and unflinching.

“You should’ve come sooner,” he said eventually, as quiet as a whisper.

You turned your face toward him. “What?” 

He didn’t repeat himself. Didn’t look at you either.

But his meaning lingered, heavy in the silence between you.

You should’ve come to me sooner.

You shivered again, this time not just from the cold.

A long stretch of silence followed. You could hear his breath, feel the humidity against the back of your neck, slow and steady. The faint brush of his cloak against your side. 

Then- his hand. Not on yours. Not comforting. Just there. Resting near your hip. Close enough to make you tense. Close enough to feel deliberate.

“You came here because you needed something,” he said.

“I came here so I wouldn’t freeze to death,” you shot back.

He made a soft sound- half laugh, half scoff. “Not the same thing?”

You clenched your jaw.

Still, when you didn’t pull away, his hand didn’t move.

It didn’t wander. Didn’t grab.

Just stayed. Heavy and certain. Like he was staking his claim.

“You don’t like me,” he said quietly, almost lazily. “But you still came.”

He was watching you. You could feel it- like a weight.

“I didn’t have a choice,” you muttered.

“Mm. That’s what you tell yourself,” he said, then turned his head, the words brushing so close you could feel his breath on your ear:

“But you chose me.”

Credits to @hermes-obsessed for being my editor on this!

[skzfairyyydreamz]

Gentle Love w/ Bf!Channie❣️

(listening to save you by rum.gold on repeat while reading this is highly recommended for ambience purposes). Masterlists

Genre: Comfort, Fluff, Friends to lovers

pairing: Bestfriend/Bf!Chan x Fem!Reader

a/n: This seasonal depression got ya gurl heavily craving some form of comfort so this one was a bit self indulgent. i’ve never wrote a headcanon before but i really enjoyed making this so i hope you enjoy it too! (please give me your feedback) reblogs are super appreciated. taglist is open so lmk if you would like to be taglisted!! Lastly Thank you sm for being here; sending lots of love and big hugs to everyone who needs it right now. 🫶🏼🫂

© Skzfairyyydreamz - Plagiarism is a crime. Do not repost, alter, translate or copy without my consent.

Bestfriend!Channie who settled with his unrequited love for you bc there was nobody else who could ever compare to you & nobody else he had eyes for.

Bestfriend!Channie who always had to love you from a distance bc he just didn’t have it in him to confess and potentially ruin something that was so special to him.

Bestfriend!Channie who had to sit back and watch you love shitty men who didn’t deserve you.

Bestfriend!Channie Who watched you cry over men who didn’t even deserve to be in your presence in the slightest. 

Bestfriend!Channie who helped you through each heartbreak bc there was never a time that he wasn’t there when you needed him. 

Bestfriend!Channie who knew in his heart that there was absolutely nobody that could ever love you better than he, bc he knew you better than anyone else in the world.

Bestfriend!Channie who finally worked up the courage to tell you how madly in love with you he was and always has been (with the help of your mother ofc; she saw the way he looked at you with the whole galaxy in his eyes and had always wanted you two to be together. Mama always knows best!) 

Bf!Channie who loves you with every bone in his body and every fiber of his being.

Bf!Channie who just wants to save you. Save you from all your past love traumas and mend your heart. 

Bf!Channie who helps you on your healing journey. 

Bf!Channie who shows you all the gentle, soft love in the world, bc its what you’ve always deserved.

Bf!Channie who makes it his business to give you the best of everything and stands on that. 

Bf!Channie who always puts you first. Before anything and anyone. 

Bf!Channie who does his best to learn and indulge you in ALL of your love languages. 

Bf!Channie who never fails to treat you like a princess, a queen, a goddess and more. 

Bf!Channie who will tie your shoes for you and slap your hand when you try to open doors on your own. “Don’t you ever reach for a doorknob in my presence, thank you very much!” as he rolls his eyes and shakes his head in a playful disbelief. 

Bf!Channie who will take off a week of work if you’re sick just to nurse you back to health regardless of your protesting. 

Bf!Channie who is always showing you off, rolling out the red carpet no matter who’s around. 

Bf!Channie who refuses to let either of you go to sleep upset at each other. bc he just cherishes you and prioritizes the importance of communication in your relationship that much. (he’s honestly such a king) 

Bf!Channie who is always calm and gentle with you; attentive to your feelings even mid argument.

Bf!Channie who takes interest in/ learns about all your hobbies and things that you are passionate about bc seeing you happy, makes him even happier. 

Bf!Channie who is so fond of your family and siblings. he has great relationships with all your family members and will never miss a single family gathering regardless to his busy schedule and idol life. 

Bf!Channie who hates to see you hurting or in pain. With teary eyes he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you “Princess You know i’d take this pain for you in a heartbeat if i could!” whether it be a broken bone, killer period cramps or even something as simple as a paper cut or a headache. His chest is heavy knowing there isn’t much he can do to comfort you and stop you from feeling any physical pain or discomfort. (i’m literally on the verge of sobbing, not me making myself emotional half way through writing this some one please send help 😭) 

Bf!Channie who is such an amazing listener. whether you are ranting about a horrible day at work or having a transparent moment about the current state of your mental health. He listens super attentively, giving you his undivided attention. Never breaking eye contact, He’ll hold both your hands in his occasionally leaving gentle reassuring kisses to your knuckles as you sit on your bed cross legged in front of each other. (this is so so so boyfie channie coded nobody talk to me im sobbing 😭) 

Bf!Channie who loves to take you on romantic night walks through the city. it has been your thing for years even before you two started dating. 

Bf!Channie who always invites you to join him on his late nights at the studio bc he just wants you to be near him. Even tho you are quite literally just there to sit in a reclining chair eating snacks while you rest your legs in this lap. You both are so content and cozy. He claims to work better with you around him and you absolutely adore watching your sexy producer man boyfie in his element. even if you are only staring at the side of his face for hours on end you will never turn down his offers.  

Bf!Channie who takes the sidewalk rule super seriously. there will never be a time where he will let you walk on the outside of him, always keeping you safe from any passing cars with his right arm around your shoulder, your waist or holding your hand while you walk together. 

Bf!Channie who is super protective and can be slightly possessive over the love of his life. always wanting to know your whereabouts and who you’re with; Sometimes even hiring a bodyguard for you when you are solo traveling for work or going to big modeling events when he isn’t able to attend with you. especially since you’re now well known in the public eye for being the significant other of one of 4th gens greatest! you now need to be protected and taken care of at all times (at least in his mind you do!) But You don’t blame him or ever complain bc you’ve been in pretty dangerous and traumatic situations before and thank god channie has always been there protecting you. He really has always been your knight in shining armor (shining armor being a black beanie and hoodie in his case 😂) 

Bf!Channie who loves your natural body just the way it is. Always reassuring you that he loves all your curves and the things that make you, you. Regardless to your insecurities he always has his hands on you some type of way whether he’s playing with your hair, resting his hands on you, absentmindedly massaging your legs while you two watch a movie together or coping a full feel as he walks past you in the kitchen; squeezing a whole hand full of booty cheek 😂 his hands are always on you. It’s so obvious how attracted and madly in love with you he is. 

Bf!Channie who loves your goofiness and all the silly ways you show your affection towards him. He loves it when you’re completely yourself. absolutely adoring whenever you’re in a playful mood and you just walk up to him to give him a quick bite on the shoulder and walk away with a smile on your face. he loves it even more when you’re really hyper and you do something unhinged like asking to give him a forehead kiss but instead licking his face and running away from him in a fit of giggles before he can catch you. (which he easily does a few seconds later) 

Bf!Channie who loves your pretty brown eyes. easily zoning out sometimes getting lost in your deep eyes mid conversation which always ends up with his ears and cheeks turning a bright red color at you snapping your fingers in front of his face and the sound of your voice bringing him back from a daydream.. “Hello!?? earth to loverboy!? are you with me?? ”

Bf!Channie who loves how soft you are with him. Always touching his hands or softly grabbing one of his pinky fingers when you want to get his attention to show or tell him something. He melts into a puddle seeing how soft your eyes are for him and how your voice is always just barely above a whisper when you speak to him in the warm comfort of your home. you walking up to him while he’s relaxing or doing random things around the house, pushing a few strands of his hair out of his face or softly grabbing his chin and turning his face towards you to simply ask him if he’d like you to make him a quick snack or bring him a cold drink. it unleashes a swarm of butterflies in his tummy and makes his knees buckle every time without fail. (he never understands how something so soft and gentle drives him so crazy, he’s clearly weak in the knees for a soft dom!mommy 🥴) 

Bf!Channie who is so enchanted by your comfortable silence. You two have created such a cozy and calming atmosphere in your home. Always finding each other at random areas of the house at any random hour of the day and enjoying each other’s presence without saying a word. Bringing comfort to one another simply by just.. being. You could be catching up on a new kdrama as chan would come and lay his head in your lap for a nap, intertwining your fingers and placing your hand on his chest. And without a word you’d grab the throw blanket off the back of the sofa and put it over him so that he could sleep comfortably. the feeling of his heartbeat underneath the palm of your hand instantly bringing you a unexplainable warm fuzzy feeling. this was just something that always seemed to happen naturally for you two. this part of your relationship was like a tacit agreement. The way you would climb into channies lap and rest your head in the crook of his neck after finishing up a few house chores as he just scrolled on his phone. it was something so soothing that you both thoroughly enjoyed but never spoke on bc you simply just didn’t need to. this atmosphere you created in your home was even felt by others around you. Family and friends always telling you guys how they felt utterly safe and comfortable every time they were at your house. And that was your favorite compliment to receive as a couple. You two were made for one another.. everything just seemed to work. Truly the best of soulmates. 

Taglist: ??? @hanniemylovelyquokka @goblinracha <;3

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[amelissaofficinalis]

#14DWY  Amour Sans Fin

#14DWY fanfic 

Amour Sans Fin: Endless Love

<traumatized Angel consulting Ren/[Redacted] about nightmare in the midnight>

Minors PLEASE Don’t Interact

*Headcanon

*Assuming this all happens after engagement

*Angel is gender neutral; mostly use he/him as Ren/[Redacted]’s pronouns

*My first language isn’t English. Excuse me for the unexpected funny confusion <3

Word count: 1000(+-)

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I used to toss and turn all night, devoured by fears and helplessness before I found you.

Two broken souls are now nestling together, dragging each other away from the abyss of the past.

We have each other now.

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You were woken up by a slight movement, humming in confusion. Your eyelashes shivered faintly when the one beside you pressed a soft kiss.

“[Redacted]?” You squinted your eyes, and then you realized it’s 3 am. You could barely recognize his face in the darkness, only hearing his faint breath. The one near you remained silent, locking his ocean-blue eye on you.

“Are you alright…?”

“…’m fine.”

His voice was calm and comforting, but you had an instinct that something was off-track about him right now, so you struggled to get up, leaning yourself on him slowly and gently. His rapid heartbeat betrayed him, desperately revealing the truth for you, just for you.

He COULD act perfectly like nothing happened, but he hesitated because of the faint hope you gave to him as you said: “I’d love to know ALL of you, as how you saw me when I cried and grieved.” He knew you’d despise him if he told you, but what if, maybe, you would give him some… pity? This wasn’t enough because he CRAVED love, but he couldn’t dare to expect more if he revealed his past. Probably because of the confidence boosted by the fact that you two were engaged, this stupid idea echoed in his head. It was the first time he couldn’t be prepared before you checked on him.

For a long while, none of you moved an inch. As you heard his heartbeat stabilize, you reached out to hug him, rubbing your face against his collarbone.

“I love you more than anything or anyone else.” You murmured quietly, but you knew he could hear every word from you. “You have me now. All for yourself.”

His eyes widened in disbelief. He had just dreamed he was the helpless kid he abhorred again. He had just woken up in fear as the whole world abandoned him, but right now you just stayed beside him, confessing your love and affection to him. You were lively, warm, and soft.

This is REAL.

“I love you too.” He kind of choked on his words. He couldn’t think of anything else but just repeat this straightforward commitment again and again. Then, he quietly sighed, “I don’t deserve you, Angel.”

Your brow rose in disagreement. The fact that he saw you, the complete and real you, and still chose to love and devote to you for ages was far more than enough for you. He held you and hid you under his wings. If you stared at your photos with him, you would see bright admiration in both his and your eyes, but you knew that you couldn’t convince him with words. Instead, you snuggled with him, holding his hands.

He seemed to relax, and you started to wonder what happened. Your words slipped from your lips before you gave it a second thought. “What’s wrong?”

“I…” He tensed up again and shivered faintly. He suddenly felt he couldn’t hold back anymore, but he just bit his lip and shut his eyes close, not letting sounds escape from his throat. But you still heard those vague groans. He bit it too hard so that his lower lips became pale and might bruise. You couldn’t stand letting him hurt himself, so you caressed his lips, trying to comfort him by patting his back at the same time.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.”

He caged you by his arms tightly, unconsciously caressed your back when he buried his face into your shoulder.

 “I just couldn’t… I had no choice…I…I never wanted to…” He sobbed while feeling comforted and safe around your aurora.

You couldn’t understand what he was talking about, but you guessed it.

Vaguely, probably about the past. You were as broken as him before you met him. You used to curl up desperately inside the closet, whispering things you didn’t even understand. Your mind fell into a void and your vision blurred. Then he came along. He sat down on the floor, staring at the closed closet as if he could see through the inside.

“Knock, knock.”

His fingers gently knocked on the closet, but he didn’t say anything else, nor did he open the closet. You noticed him, staring back through the tiny gap. For a long while, he just sat there and waited patiently. Finally, you pushed the closet door timidly to test the water. He immediately reached out your hand, fingers intertwined. You couldn’t hold back burst into tears and dive into his hug. You cried out loud like a kid but with relief because you finally found long-lost soul fragments. He kissed your eyelids and told you he loved you and would guard you, again and again, and you almost melted in his embrace. The emptiness within was seamlessly woven whole.

And now you just wanted to cup up his shattered heart as well as he did.

So, before he covered up his indecency with embarrassment, you ran your fingers through his velvety hair with admiration and murmured, “[Redacted], I understand…I love you.” He violently shivered after he processed what you said. You cuddled him until his breath was even. He slowly pulled himself from you, wiping his tears awkwardly and looking deep into your eyes.

“Sometimes I feel we were meant to be for each other.”  He leaned forward to beg a long and soft kiss, caressing your engagement ring.

“Maybe we are.” You chuckled, and patted the bedsheet while lying down, “And I probably need a nice nap with my dearest SOULMATE before waking up for my job. Wanna catch some Z's??”

“’m in.” [Redacted] settled you by his chest and smirked. He fell asleep right after you idly yawned. He hid his most cherished treasure near his heart proudly, smug, probably dreaming about the upcoming wedding.

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Random thoughts:

* Kind of inspired by the “DiE4u” from the Spotify playlist of [Redacted].

I really want to share some lyrics:

“'cause I’ve died inside a thousand times               

    But still I’d kill myself for you

‘Cause the truth of it, you could slit my wrists       

And I’d write your name in a heart with the hemorrhage”

This is Ren/[Redacted]…

*Probably would add some suggestive content if I would post this in AO3

*English is devastating. I laughed out loud when I realized I had misspelled Angel to Angle (probably because the math professor brainwashed me with polar coordinate integral this week)

[throneofsapphics]

the moth and the flame part 11: our penance

poly!Nessian x f!Reader

summary: after meeting Nesta in a bookshop, you find the darkest parts of yourselves bonding with each other. Naturally, Cassian finds himself entangled with the two of you.

warnings: angst, drug abuse, references to suicide attempts

a/n: one more chapter after this!

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Dreams created a reality so poignant, so desirable, that when you woke the lines between that land and this were blurred so well you had difficulty differentiating. Did they actually come back to say they still wanted you, that this wasn’t over? Or was that some sick sleep induced hallucination? It took a few hours to become clear, but ...

Hallucination was always the answer. Always. 

Deep in your mind, you imagined their forms outside of your window, moths hovering close to your flame, willing to throw themselves into the fire just to feel that sweet heat one last time. It was never truth.

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Nesta knew it was wrong to hang out here, outside of your apartment, just begging for a glimpse of you; but she knew you left your window blinds wide open and told herself that you did it on purpose, for her. Hoping Nesta or Cassian might come and watch you. Or perhaps in protest because each time Nesta and Cassian had seen you they’d closed the blinds again. 

“Can't have anyone spying on you,” Cassian planted a kiss on your forehead. Nesta laughed as she pushed past him, wrapping you in a tight hug. 

This was heaven, here with you. She’d go to the ends of the earth to protect it. 

But Nesta hadn’t, and you deserved someone who would go that far for you. She couldn't be that person. 

Maybe, however, you both just needed a hint of closure. Something to ease the sting. It had begun the two of you, maybe it needed to end that way. 

She stood from her post on the shadowy bench across the street from your place. A swirling wind shook the leaves from the trees lining the street, raining them down on her like she’d personally angered it. 

Nesta barely made it a step into the sidewalk when a wing snapped in front of her. Not Cassian’s. 

Azriel’s shadows twirled around it as he followed, stepping into its path. 

He didn’t ask where she was going, or what she was planning. Those shadows of his undoubtedly told him everything he needed to know. 

“Move,” she ordered. 

“I’d say you've hurt her enough,” Azriel commented. She heard the sound of a smashing glass. “And he’ll kill me if I let you put yourself in that situation.” 

Another glass smashed. A scream followed. Guttural, raw, and pained. 

Your scream. She pictured your body lying over the bed, wrists bleeding out onto the carpet; her scream as she slid to you and clutched the wounds, praying to the mother and for once cursing she had nothing to give back, cursing the world if she lost you, cursing just to bring some kind of sentiment at the end. 

Arms wrapped around her, tentative, unfamiliar. Wings closed in, bathing her in shadow and darkness. 

“It will be alright,” Azriel murmured the words of comfort as if they were unfamiliar to him. 

Wet drops stained her collar, splashing against her skin and slipping through the small gap. Nesta hadn’t realized she was crying. 

-

Nesta would kill him when she found out, but he had to see you, to see how you were doing. If you were still... Reason said it wasn’t his problem, not anymore, but he still felt like he was abandoning you to the wolves by leaving like that. Only this time, the wolves were your own mind. 

Cassian creaked your door open. Through the main room, your bedroom door was cracked open, just enough for him to see a hand hanging over the edge. 

He blinked, the red clearing from his vision, revealing perfectly unwounded skin. He moved a bit closer, hanging just outside your door, he heard your heartbeat. Strong. Steady. Alive. Perhaps a bit fast, but ... he glanced over his shoulder at the clock. It was unusual for you to sleep around this time, you’d never been much of a napper. 

Not his problem. No, not problem, he lost the right to be concerned two days ago. 

An unusual shape on the kitchen table caught his attention, and Mother curse him he was too fucking nosy to be in here. 

Still, Cassian investigated. 

He flipped the bottle around, freezing as the pills inside made a jingling sound. Several breaths, no movement from the other room. 

Sleeping pills. You’d found someone who would prescribe sleeping pills to you. 

He had half a mind to find that doctor and rip him to pieces. Still, not his right to be concerned anymore. 

Guilt at his actions burrowing deep in his stomach, he left his place exactly as he found it. Enough Azriel might even be proud. 

“I knew you’d do that,” as if his thoughts had summoned the male, he stepped from the shadows. “Rhys asked me to keep both of you away.” It was unlike Azriel to offer up this information, so Cassian kept his mouth shut in hopes of more. “But I would’ve done the same thing.” 

Had Azriel done the same thing in the past? He’d always been so secretive with his lovers ... None of his business. 

Right now, Cassian felt as if he mattered to nothing and no-one. No amount of love had been enough, no amount of desire or care. 

“Let’s go home,” Azriel said, nudging his forward with his wind. 

Some big, tough, brave general he was. Walking away from his ex-girlfriend’s apartment building with his head hanging low. 

-

The Gods must be growing tired of you and your bullshit, let alone the Mother. That was a fact. All you did was run around and make a mess of things. 

You glanced at the bottle of pills sitting on your counter. Hadn’t they been on your kitchen table before? It didn’t really matter, as long as they were still there. If anyone had been in here, they hadn’t cared enough to take them away from you, and since rational was out the window that meant they obviously wanted you to take them, didn’t it?

You wondered what would happen if you dumped the entire bottle down your throat. 

No. 

In your twisted brain, it would mean they won. 

And in your own way, you were ready to bite back. 

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[ainyan]

A Little Companion (A Kalicred Short)

Title: A Little Companion AU: Woven Souls OC: Kal'istae Miurani NPC: Thancred Waters Timeline: Post-Endwalker, shortly before patch 6.2 Synopsis: Waiting for Kal'istae to return from whatever adventure G'raha Tia had taken her on, Thancred finds himself at loose ends. While sorting through the supplies in his wife's craft room, he takes it upon himself to finish a project he'd been waiting years for. Inspired by this amazing artwork by @lemon-plort

Thancred was at loose ends, and he didn’t much like the feeling. Normally he’d be in Garlemald right now, sticking to the shadows and helping clear out some of the bandits that had begun infesting the place after the fall of the capital, but he’d told Kal’istae he’d remain available. She’d had something she was looking into with G’raha Tia, but once she was done, she intended to take him back to the First.

Back to their daughter.

And wasn’t that still a kick in the ass. He had a daughter. Not an adopted daughter, like Minfilia, like Ryne, but his daughter, born of him and his beloved Kal’istae.

His fingers flexed as he remembered the weight of her in his hands - so tiny, so delicate, so absolutely perfect. She’d looked up at him with eyes already a misty gold, the tiny horn nubs jutting from her temples, the stubby tail swishing against his hands, and she’d wailed her anger at being thrust into the cold world.

He’d held her as they’d stabilized Kal’istae, as they’d cleaned her up, as they’d taken care of all that happened after the miracle. Ryne had come, wrapped her in a blanket, and Gaia had steered him to a chair, gently pressed him down. He’d barely been cognizant of any of it, every ounce of his being focused on that tiny, angry angel in his hands. Later, he’d crept back into the room as Kal’istae and their daughter slept. He’d peered down into the cradle where his daughter - sweet Minyda, named for Minfilia, for Moenbryda - slept, tiny lips pursed and suckling as she dreamed. “Thancred.” Kal’istae’s soft voice, little more than a whisper, had drawn him to her side; nothing but his wife could have torn him away from that sleeping miracle. She’d smiled sleepily up at him. “Look at you. My big, strong husband, so befuddled by a tiny baby.” He’d felt the tips of his ears grow red. “Kali.” Her laugh had been soft and gentle, teasing rather than mocking. “Come here,” she’d coaxed, reaching for him. “There’s enough room in here for both of us.” “I don’t want to hurt you…” She’d tugged again, harder, and he stumbled forward. “I’ll be fine, love, once I’m in your arms.” How was he supposed to resist her? Skirting around to the other side of the bed, he’d climbed in and slid his arms around her, holding her tight. Wrapped around his love, her heartbeat and his mingling in his breast, he’d slept, contentedly exhausted.

Now Kal’istae was absent again, and Minyda back on the First, in the care of her older sisters. He’d wanted to bring her home, but his wife had flat-out refused. “I’d rather leave her with Ryne and Gaia and Lyna than risk her here. They can protect her. Who here could give such a guarantee?”

He couldn’t argue. On the First, no one would dare disturb them. Back on the Source? It was a daily chore to fend off the requests for help - and inevitable that one would come they could not refuse. And who would they trust to protect their daughter - the daughter of the Warrior of Light - against those who might seek to strike against her mother?

But now he was at loose ends. He daren’t head to Garlemald lest he get tangled up in something and not be free for when Kal’istae returned. And though she’d invited him along, he felt Raha had deserved some of her time - especially since he had no idea why she’d been absent for so long.

So here he was in the house they shared, unfettered. Free. Bored.

Aimless, he wandered from room to room, searching for anything to do. He thought to clean, but the house was in fine shape. He thought to read, but found himself too restless to focus on the words. Perhaps a spot of exercise?

He wandered past Kal’istae’s work room, then paused and backtracked, peering in. Rolls of cloth, skeins of thread, yalms and yalms of beads and gems were scattered casually about the small space; the Warrior may keep the rest of the house clean, but her own personal office was always just shy of a disaster zone. She claimed she knew where everything was, and he saw no reason to disbelieve her…

But he had no idea how she could work in there.

Still, he wandered in, catching the scent of her as he crossed the threshold. Lavender and starflowers and just a hint of sage; the scent of his wife’s hair, her skin, her soul. He inhaled deeply as he drifted in a wide circle, studying the stacked shelves, the overflowing tables.

A bolt of cloth caught his eye; indigo plush wool. Frowning thoughtfully, he stole closer and fingered it. Nearby, he could see purple silks, gold chains, dripping crystals. There was silver thread and a box of glass eyes, two of which he noted had lavender rings.

Had she been preparing to finally fulfill his wish?

He ran his eyes over the worktable and caught sight of some half-hidden papers. Pulling them free, he opened them up, spreading them out across the laden table. As he thought, it was the pieces of a pattern, a pattern for a particular plush doll. He could recognize his wife’s work anywhere, and realized, with a lifting of his spirits, that she had indeed drawn up plans for a Kali doll, just as he’d been asking her to for years.

But when would she have time to finish it?

He studied the plans, noting how neatly she’d written all of the measurements. Using this pattern and the attached itemization, he realized he could probably make the plush. It wouldn’t be as professional as the ones Kali made - but it felt… right… that he should be the one to make the plush of her, just as she’d made the plush of him that was currently sitting on their bed.

But there was no way he could work in this chaos. With a quiet apology to his wife that he had no doubt she heard across their shared soulbond, he set to cleaning up her office.

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Once everything was straightened and put away, Thancred selected the materials he needed and set them upon the now-empty worktable. First, a proper length of indigo plush, soft and elastic and strong - just like the woman who had purchased it. He thought of all of the times he’d sat here, watching her work.

First, he used a tracing wheel to carefully outline each of the pattern pieces, pricking tiny holes into the thin, crackling paper. Not every piece, yet - the horns, the tail, the scales, all of these would be done in an obsidian-shaded suede, and that he would save until later - but the body, the head, these would be done in that rich indigo plush.

Once he had traced the patterns with the tracing wheel, he laid them upon the plush, then went over them with a bag of loose chalk, gently tapping it along the pricked lines. This would, he knew, outline the pattern upon the cloth, making it easier for him to cut and stitch it. He could have, of course, used the pattern directly, but he didn’t want to waste his wife’s hard work - and if he messed up, she would be able to fix it.

Once the pieces were traced and cut out, he arrayed them on the workbench. Closing his eyes, he thought back to the countless nights he’d sat in here, perched upon the chair she’d placed for him, reading a book, studying reports, and simply basking in the calm and quiet of being together with Kal’istae. He focused upon those memories of her hands, remembering the steps she’d taken, the moves she’d made.

His own hands began to move, cutting, basting, stitching. Slowly, the doll began to come to life beneath his clever fingers, a plump mannequin of indigo plush, obsidian suede, and silver thread. The hardest part, he found, was stitching the star-like freckles that covered his lover’s body. He knew exactly where each one was; the gods knew he’d spent enough time tracing constellations among them to be able to map them true to life.

But stitching stars in silver thread was harder than he’d expected, and by the time he was done, his fingers ached from the tiny pinpricks he’d endured from the needle. But she was sewn up tight, all but the hole through which he’d feed the stuffing. He took hold of the fluffy cotton batting Kal’istae used on her specialty plushes and began to feed it into the dall, watching it plump up. Kali’s tiny hand could easily fit inside, allowing her to place the cotton precisely; Thancred had to depend on a rod with a comb-like head to do the job.

Soon, he had himself a plump - and naked - doll. Turning it over in his hands, he studied the glitter of the stitched silver stars, the lay of the suede scales, the midnight-blue hair he’d painstakingly threaded into the doll’s head, then braided together. Sure, the stitches were somewhat crooked and there were a few places where the seams didn’t quite match up - but it wouldn’t look terribly out of place among Kal’istae’s more professional creations.

At least, he didn’t think so.

All that was left was to find clothes for it. He couldn’t hope to mimic any of Kal’istae’s intricate outfits; silk and leather and lace, all draping and flowing and elegant. In the end, he took some lavender cotton cloth, some denim, and an applique star and made a simplistic approximation of one of her casual outfits. He dressed her, then set her upon the bench to give her one last examination.

And cursed. One of her eyes was missing.

He searched the bench, scooping up piles of scraps and remnants to see if perhaps it had rolled under them. He got down on his hands and knees, crawling upon the floor to see if he could catch a glint of it. Coming up empty handed, he instead dove into the eye box to find another eye with a lavender limbal ring.

And there were none to be found.

Maybe he could make her an eyepatch, like the cloth he wore once upon a time? But she had never, to his knowledge, worn one.

Damn it! Where was that eye?

In the end, he dithered over which eye could replace it - though none of them had the signature lavender limbal ring that Kal’istae sported. He almost chose a plain blue eye when a box of buttons caught his eye.

Maybe…

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“Thancred.” Despite the exhaustion he could feel from her, Kal’istae’s voice was laced with laughter. “I know you’re eager, but I just want to bathe and change and eat something right now. Let me get some of my energy back before you start trying to trip me into bed.”

His hands were everywhere, and her clothing didn’t stand a chance. By the time he’d backed her into their bedroom, her gear was littering the floor, and his own had mostly followed. “It doesn’t have to be bed. We’ve proven over and over that the bath is more than big enough for the both of us.”

Her tired laughter rang again and she squirmed out of his grasp, grabbing at the post of the bed to spin herself out of his reach. “You may join me,” she allowed, “but I want to get clean before you go to the trouble of getting me all dirty again.”

He reached for her eagerly, then skittered to a halt when she suddenly gasped. “What? What is it! Are you hurt, Kali?”

Her lavender-edged eyes were round as she skirted around the side of the bed and reached out, picking up the plush he’d laid on his pillow. “Where did you get this?” she demanded. “Thancred, I told you I’d make one eventually…”

“I made it,” he said quietly, and stopped her cold.

Blinking, the plush in her hands, she peered up at him. “You? You made it?”

Scowling, he tried to shove his hands in his pockets, only to remember that his pants, like the rest of his clothing, were strewn across the living room. “Yes. I saw the plans in your office and I thought maybe, since you’d written them out so well, I could do it for you. As a… surprise. After all,” he quipped weakly, trying to recover the mood, “why should both of us be lonely?”

Lips shut tight, Kal’istae turned her attention to the plush in her hands, turning it over and over, studying it carefully. “You did an amazing job,” she said finally, and he could feel nothing but surprised pleasure from her no matter how deep he delved into her heart. “Thancred, I’m genuinely impressed. You never expressed any interest in learning a craft before this.”

“Only that once,” he told her. “My fingertips still ache.”

Kal’istae smiled at him over the top of the doll’s head, then reached out and rubbed her finger over the button eye he’d sewn on. “I thought I had two lavender eyes.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “You… did.”

“Ah.” Gently, she laid it upon the bed, then tugged her Thancred plush over until they were cuddled together. “Come here, my love,” she murmured, holding her arms out to him. Nothing loath, he reached for her, drawing her into his embrace, and walked her backwards towards the bath. She allowed him to lift her up and set her gently in the water, then reached out to him again as he sank in beside her. “I missed you, my own,” she murmured.

“And I you, Bright Eyes,” he replied, bending his head to kiss her.

On the bed, the plushies embraced, oblivious to the goings on in the bath, together.

[synthetickitsune]

hello I’d like to request soohyuk and angst prompt #22 (hint hint break up?? joking, only if u want to) the fluff and the (m) for his works are lovely but i thrive off angst so 😈

you and me both anon ♡

Lee Soohyuk | Words left unsaid angst | 0.7k | gn!reader

It’s here again.

He closes his mouth upon realizing that the words he wishes to say would only reach his own ears. So instead he ups the volume of the music and focuses fully on the road. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel. It’s hard not to get annoyed with himself, but that’s life. He should’ve told you when he had a chance.

Admittedly, this was a mess Soohyuk got himself into. He’s the one avoiding you, stubbornly, despite the fact he’s perfectly aware of his childish behavior. Nothing really stops him from calling you right now and telling you what’s at the tip of his tongue. Then again it still is tender, a healing wound that aches when the weather changes. And it hurts to know you’ll get it and, perhaps, be there when he’s ready and act like he never ignored you.

He hopes he can get over it one day. You deserve better - you’re more than just a past tense in his life. He wants you to be.

And there he goes again - another thing enters his mind, something you asked him a long time ago but that he didn’t have an answer to then. 

It used to happen a lot in those days. You'd ask him something and Soohyuk would be caught off guard or he would have no idea about the answer, no opinion on the matter. (You always introduced him to new things, something he never paid attention to before. He misses that.) Or he'd want to tell you a story, only to be interrupted by a phone call, or his manager walking into the room. 

There are many promises he broke, but the ones haunting him still are all the stories he promised to tell you later. It's unimportant in the grand scheme of things, and he wonders if his refusal to interact with you right now has anything to do with his friends laughing at him when he drunkenly rambled on about this exact topic. But to be honest, it matters to him. It's rare to have someone's undivided attention all to yourself, to have someone actually listen and care, and you were that rare person.

He worries that all that he is is just that - selfish and lonely. Greedy for someone’s attention, your attention, that would never stray away. It felt safe talking to you, being with you. Without judgment, without pressure. You still are his best friend, so why is he like this?

His jaw clenches painfully and unclenches. He’s not ready to talk to you, but maybe a text? Would it be too strange to shoot you a random message out of nowhere? You used to do that all the time, albeit in the past that’s at the same time fresh and yet it feels like years ago.

Soohyuk keeps pondering over it the entire day until tomorrow is only minutes away. Cocooned in his bed, he’s hiding away from the world, from life, as if it could make the seconds stop ticking by. He’s staring at his phone screen, your chat window opened. Would it be pathetic to text you? He isn’t sure about the rules, about what’s appropriate. You used to do it so naturally, but that was back then…

He tries giving himself pep talk, tries to manipulate himself into thinking this is the exact opposite of pathetic because talking to you like nothing happened would make it seem like he’s over you already, right? He tries logic - it would make him feel better to talk to you. Hell, he even texts a friend to get a second opinion. If only he would respond…

He tosses and turns without any rest for his eyes, his mind, or his heart. He wants to talk to you. But he doesn’t want to be the one doing it. If there was a way he could turn the conversations with you that he has in his head into reality, a memory that he could enjoy, he would take it in a heartbeat. 

Finally he closes his eyes. He can’t do it after all. Blindly he locks his phone and puts it away on the nightstand. He sighs, and the sound resonates in the empty bedroom. You always used to hug him from behind and just hold him wherever he did that. No matter if there was something on his mind or not, you always cared. He misses that.

Was what you had really that bad?

He knows now is not a good time to think about it. But Soohyuk allows himself tonight to wallow in his loneliness and memories of you anyway.

[slavdollz4mangione]

as one of the big Bambi eyed girls obsessed with Luigi you have no idea how much I wanna give him doe eyes and look up at him and tell him everything is going to be okay and give him a hug

yessss bambi eyed girlies for lu unite !!! <333

the way it wouldn’t be hard to look up at him since he’s so tall in the first place but yes omg :( our boy deserves to be comforted every hour, every minute, every second of every day. there truly isn’t a day that goes by where he’s not in my thoughts, i’m always hoping and praying he’s doing okay, that the letters he’s received so far can give him some kind of comfort and happiness, that he gets to hear from his closest friends and family as much as he can. luigi nicholas mangione deserves the world and more and i’d give it to him in a heartbeat if i could :,)

[bluehoodiewoozi]

YOON JEONGHAN + “Can’t you feel the sparks?”

wc: 437 /// genre: royal au. /// warnings: none.

Every inch, ounce and bit of sound reason was screaming at you. It demanded you to stop, to push him away, to come back to your sense and accept that you weren’t his to keep. It yelled. Coursed in your veins. Echoed in your ears.

Your heartbeat drowned it all out before you could second-guess. 

Your lips remained on his as he held you to his chest, arms keeping you in his embrace like an exquisite iron cage. The freezing stone walls of the castle, hiding you from the view of any passersby, barely felt cold against your back.

In a perfect world, your sound of reason would win out. You’d push him away in an act of loyalty towards the kingdom. He was but a mere knight, one of many. In a perfect world, you’d never give him a chance.

No. Your heart screamed at the thought and you found yourself pushing closer to him instead. 

In a perfect world, he’d be yours already. You wouldn’t have to hide behind walls and curtains and sundowns and shadows. You’d give in to your desires without hesitation, holding him closer until there was no space left between you. In a perfect world, he’d be your prince like he deserved to be.

But this world was far from perfect. Your heart crumbled into pieces when he pulled away from your lips and glanced around in a display of paranoia. Suddenly, you were reminded that someone could be watching. There were many curious eyes in the castle, after all, and not all of them were benevolent.

“We can’t keep doing this,” you whispered, broken beyond imagination as you admired him for what you considered the last time.

But Jeonghan was immune to your doubts and worries. He smiled at you, arms still holding you close, before replying, “You always say that, but you never act on it.”

“It’s wrong.”

“Can’t you feel the sparks?” You could. You could see them, too: dancing in his eyes as he looked at you just as fondly as you did at him. “How can it be wrong? I don’t believe it.”

“You don’t believe in many things, Yoon Jeonghan, but that doesn’t make them any less true.” 

He sighed, pressed his forehead against yours. “I’d do anything to make this true.” His smile seemed sadder than usual. “I’d do anything to make you stay.”

As a single ray of moonlight hit his eye, making him even more breathtaking than usual, you granted him his wish. Your lips landed on his once again. This time, the screaming and the coursing and the echoes weren’t there.

[melishade]

amazing chapter!!! Firstly enjoy the bit with Primus giving there weapon and them freaking out, I’m glad that Primus help them made peace, wish there was a bit with Lara. Love how Primus is still keep the level of disdain with Eren, also thank you!! With the trio’s discussion, like damn Eren is his worst enemy. Glad that Mikasa and armin came to terms and stopped defending him, also f*ck, he loved her but want freedom more (imagine what happened if they know what he did to his mother😬)

I’d figure that founder yimr and Mikasa will be in the touched. And armin discussion with Primus jeez the brass on this kid. Interesting that Primus showed armin the other and original timeline. ( I figured he would have a mental breakdown on predetermined fate)

liked pieck’s moment, the emotional goodbye. Returning to the living world the burning of the scarf was good. Finally the segment with Optimus and Megatron short but gut wrenching. Ratchet and bulk only saw prime scream in frustration but this… nah. Over all this chapter gave what wanted and what I did think I want 😁

Firstly, thank you so much for the praise. Secondly, let's go in depth.

I do wish that I could have talked more about Lara, re-introduce other characters and have more emotional reunions, but it just would have derailed the whole chapter and it would have taken so much longer. I can't bring everyone back. I did figure Hanji asking Primus to

I'll probably have Primus talking to other people in prompts asks or a mini anthology. I'm not sure yet. We'll see what happens.

And yes, Primus still hates Eren's guts because Primus gave Eren and option and Eren chose genocide. He's not going to forgive that. Despite the fact that he refers to Unicron as brother and feels lament over their degraded relationship, Primus acknowledged he was committing genocide and took action. There's no exception with Eren. And yes, Eren is a slave to freedom and it ends up destroying him and the relationships that he had!

But in regards to Eren taking out his own mom in the manga and anime, it just felt like both a plot hole and one final twist that Isayama was trying to make and we only had one hint towards Eren's interference, but that could easily be chalked up to Dina's titan being an abnormal. Carla's death is strictly happenstance in AOP.

Mikasa and Ymir's connection in AOT was...weird. Because many of us were led to believe that Ymir was waiting for Eren to release her from the power of the titans, but it turned out she was waiting for Mikasa to release her because she saw how Mikasa was able to let go of Eren, allowing Ymir to let go of Fritz because she was in love with him and served him because she loved him. The analysis and criticism has already been done, but it definitely felt rushed and out of nowhere for me. I do have Ymir look at Mikasa letting Eren go, implying Ymir's feelings towards Fritz, but just didn't outright say it.

And Armin and Primus' conversation, oh boy! That's a can of worms there! The conversation was going to go very differently, but as I was writing this chapter, I got creative and I thought that Armin, dealing with both Optimus and Megatron, and the loss of Eren, while also learning that Primus had a hand in the Rumbling happening, deserved to know what Primus saw. There were also a lot of people in the comments calling out Primus and calling him hypocritical for letting genocide happen. So I have to explain that things are not that simple. Primus doesn't want to impose control and take away freewill to obtain peace. Even if he did do that, he would only be able to affect the Eldian people, not everyone else. He can't change the minds of the Marleyans. Additionally, altering the fabric of time puts the whole universe at risk and he can't do that. If Primus had the opportunity to make the Peaceful Timeline a reality, he would do it in a heartbeat. Also additionally, Primus showed Armin glimpses of these alternate timelines, not the whole thing.

But the reason why Armin didn't break when shown alternate timelines was simply how he reacted in the anime. When Eren told Armin the truth, Armin was understandably angry at Eren, and as he wept, he still clung onto the idea of hope. That hope does exist and it could be used to change the heart and minds of the people into creating a peaceful world. And the fact that Primus with his all seeing power still can't find another solution to the madness he claims he wants to stop? What does that make him? Also, Armin has been dealing with Megatron's bullshit for four years along with immense amounts of trauma. He's not about to buckle to god when he's been through hell.

Also, Pieck deserved an explanation for everything Primus unintentionally put her through. And Primus of course has to make a grand gesture when ending the power of the titans. And in regards to the end, if you haven't seen this ask telling you to listen to the song while reading the ending, I recommend that you do.

[chicknstripz]

∘₊✧ [[ Sun, Surf & Sand ]] ✧₊∘

Pairing ||  Fives x GN!Reader Word count || 987 Warnings || Brief mentions of PTSD, Fluff, So much fluff. Overview || Self indulgent Fives takes his family to the beach feels, in honour of father's day! 'Fives' prompt for @clonexreaderbingo

Crashing waves and salty air backdrop your perfect day, the shriek of your little one pulling your attention from your trashy romance novel.

Fives has your toddler by the hand, standing at the water's edge with not a care in the world. He looks so good like this, his tanned skin glowing in the light as he lifts the toddler over another wave. The small girl yells in delight as the water tickles her toes, her interaction with the water managed with care by her doting father. 

Fives doesn't want her to fear water like he does, the endless blue stirring memories of Kamino. He remembers being tossed out to sea, his survival skills tested in a brutal five day training session. He also remembers time spent below the waves, his flash training ill preparing him for deep sea diving. None of it had been enjoyable, the company of his own heartbeat prevailing over every memory, and none of it could hold a candle to the beach he stood upon. Cold unfeeling water had been swapped for warm waves, and complaining brothers had been swapped for a happy family. His little Sarad was smiling at him like he'd hung the stars, all chubby checks and sparkling eyes. And you? He's pretty sure you've never looked prettier. you're laid on a towel with a drink in one hand, and a book in the other - your eyes soft as they catch his. He stops to appreciate the sight for a moment, just long enough for a ware to crest over Sarad's waist. She squeals in surprise and holds tight to him, her little arms barely covering his chest.

"Woah, you alright there lil one?"

She nods, her curls tickling his jaw with each move.

"You sure? We can say hello to your Buir for a bit if you want. Maybe build a sandcastle?” 

She nods again and Fives takes this as a sign she’s done with the water, at least for now. He drops her to her feet once the water laps at his ankles, watching with a smile as she totters up the beach with giggles. He’s not at all surprised to see you’ve pulled out a holorecorder, your form dropped to one knee to get Sarad’s best angle; and he can’t help but tease you as you lift the cam to include him in the shot. 

“Why cyare, I’d never thought you’d ask! Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”

He watches you roll your eyes, your expression giving away the flush of heat that rises to your cheeks.

“We’re already married, di’kut” “And what if I wanted to marry you again?” He’d marry you a billion times if he could, on as many planets as you wanted. All he wanted was for you to feel loved and appreciated, to know that you’d been and always would be the center of his galaxy. 

“I don’t think it’s entirely necessary ...” “Oh, but it is!” He beams as he cuts you off, happy to watch the effect his words have on you. The subtle shift of weight from side to side, the shift of your brows and lips; it all tells him he’d made you feel warm and happy. “But what about the cost?” “What about it?” “We can’t afford it, not on that ‘pension’ they gave you” Fives scoffs. The republic had decided some years back that his service deserved a soldier’s pension. It was, in his opinion, nothing more than a publicity stunt. The sum was barely enough to repay his vode for years of pain and loss, but it was also better than nothing - which was what they were due to get before Senator Chuchi stepped in. “My brothers will help.” “Fives, I don’t want them paying for something we don’t need.” He drops beside you with a chuckle, gathering Sarad into his arms and settling her atop his crossed legs. The blanket more than protected her from the warm sand, but he was feeling indulgent and protective today; her happy giggles encouraged his internal desire to dote on her. “I didn’t mean it like that. Kix got himself ordained. All we have to do is give him a time and date.” Your eyes widen in shock, then laughter; the expression warming your face as you retrieve a bottle of sun lotion from your bag. “Did he know? Why does that not surprise me.” Fives laughs alongside you, passing a small toy to Sarad to keep her occupied while you cover her skin in a protective layer of lotion. “He said, and I quote. ‘I’m not letting any of you di’kute ruin your cyare’s special day’. Anyone would think we can’t do serious” Your soft laughter turns to guffaws, the sound violent enough to make you snort. He’s not sure why you find it so embarrassing. He loves it when he can elicit this kind of laughter, your form near hunched over as you nurse aching ribs. “I can’t see why he’d think such a thing, I really can’t.” You spend the next few moments in laughter, settling Sarad between you to play with her toys. She’s still too young to understand the concept of making a sandcastle. For her the fun is in the filling of the bucket, and the demolishing of the castle. She doesn’t even wait for her father to say ‘ta-da!’. She’s already pushed her hands into the damp sand with a giggle, pushing the sand about to further explore its texture. “So, you in? Or ...” You lift your head with a shy smile, your eyes full of warm love as you sit on your haunches. “Only on one condition.” “Oh? And what might that be?” “That Echo and Sarad have to be our flower girls” He can't help but mirror your playful smile, his chest blooming with laughter as he reaches over to shake your hand. “You’ve got yourself a deal, cyar'ika.”

[mirrortouchedsea]

ES Rarepair Week Day 4: Angst

This one is kind offffff a continuation of this fic that i've been meaning to get back to. There's scenes between that one and this one that I want to write eventually but just know that they're connected. CW for character death and Mikejima typical family issues

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Shu hadn’t been in this hospital room in almost three years. The last time, Maguro seemed to be on the up and up, but he couldn’t help but feel that there was something he was missing. Maguro, the girl he had been watching over, was fine, her illness was no longer getting the best of her and she had stopped being able to see Shu at their last meeting. Her brother on the other hand, that pesky Madara Mikejima, had stopped coming to the hospital room as well, though Shu had sensed him in the hallway on more than one occasion. 

Shu had come to check on Maguro, who was now 16 years old, only to find her brother in the hospital room once again. He looked all the worse for wear, kneeling on the floor next to her bed, cheeks sunken, clothes sagging on his body that was severely underweight. Mikejima, Shu spoke up, what are you doing? Isn’t it obvious, Madara replied, barely shifting his head to look at Shu, I’ve been doing this for her. What do you mean ‘this’. I… Oh. 

Oh. Shu was hit with the realization. You’ve been giving away your life force, but why. I couldn’t let my sister die like that, alone, in the hospital without anyone to look after her, isn’t that what big brothers are supposed to do? You might be the only big brother to give up your life force itself for your sister, aren’t you worried about what will happen to her when you’re gone? Yeah, it gave me nightmares as a kid but this is for the best, and since God isn’t real, someone has to protect her. Does your family know? I haven’t spoken to them in months, not since, well, I’m sure you’ll hear soon enough. 

Shu could see that Madara’s life was fading rapidly and he’d be dead before long, and Shu would have to usher him to the afterlife. Are you scared of dying? I accepted long ago that I’d die young. That’s not what I asked, I want to know if you’re scared of dying. Madara turned away, his hands covered Maguro’s and squeezed them gently, or maybe it was simply due to how far along he was that he couldn’t squeeze any harder. I don’t want her to see me like this, can we do this somewhere else? You won’t make it out of the hospital in that state. That’s alright, as long as Maguro-chan isn’t the one to find me. Fine, I can at least grant you that. 

The two of them exited the room and Madara immediately collapsed, the door barely closed behind him. Shu-san, it’s been a while since we’ve talked like this huh. What’s got you acting so sentimental? You act like the dying aren’t the most sentimental people alive. Well, you would be right that we haven’t talked since you were what, sixteen yourself? That was when I discovered I could transfer my life to Maguro-chan and I… I was scared of losing her, the world can live without someone like me but she deserves the world. What makes you say that? Shu could sense Madara’s soul was preparing to leave his body, but he kept the conversation going. I’ve done horrible, horrible things, things you only associate with the dregs of society, all for her, and I’d do it again, that’s the thing isn’t it, I’d do it all again in a heartbeat if it meant that she’d be okay. Madara’s body shuddered. I’m ready, Shu-san, whenever you want to take me, just make it painless. 

Shu couldn’t control when Madara died, but he could pretend, hold his hand and coax him into that deep slumber until his soul separated from his body. The hospital staff were busy in other wings but his body would be found by the morning. As much as Madara had gotten on his nerves, Shu couldn’t just leave him to die completely alone and have a stranger usher him to the afterlife, not when Shu was right there. When Madara’s soul finally separated from his body, Shu pulled him to his feet. You’ve died, alone, in the hallway of a hospital. I know. Were you satisfied with the life you’ve led? Yes. 

[xxrainshadowsxx]

Interpersonal Chapter 16

So... what do you do when you learn your boyfriend has been committing eco-terrorism?

You’re not sure how long you cry for. Time does not exist. At some point, you think Aurora asks if you want to go to the hospital to see him one last time, but you vehemently reject that idea. You don’t want your last memory of him to be of him in a coma.

Onceler’s there for you the entire time, never saying anything, never leaving, just being present and holding you together, both figuratively and literally. The only time he leaves your side is to grab you a glass of water once you cried yourself hoarse. You can’t fathom how you could have ever gotten through this without him.

And after the worst of it was all over, all you knew is that you were exhausted. Instead of leaving you to sleep on your own, he still stayed with you in case you needed him; he let you lay down on his chest, the steady cadence of his heartbeat rocking you into a blissful state of unawareness….

“How is she?” You vaguely register Aurora’s voice an indeterminate amount of time later, but you’re in no mood to acknowledge her or even lift your head; you’re far too comfortable and you’d much rather go back to sleep. But Onceler answers her, and the slight vibrations under your head means that more sleep isn’t going to happen just yet.

“I mean… she wasn’t okay. But I think she will be,” he murmurs, stroking your hair. “I’m just doing my best to help her get through this, but I don’t know how good of a job I’m doing. I don’t have any experience grieving a family member.”

“I think you’re helping her more than you know,” Aurora tells him. “And you’re very lucky that you haven’t had anyone in your family who’s died yet. It fucking sucks.”

“Well that would mean I’d have to have family I cared about in the first place,” he mutters. “That used to bother me a lot, but then I met her. We’ve made a family together, and that’s the only one I need.” He says all this without a hint of embarrassment. He’s completely confident in what he feels for you.

“You really love her.” She doesn’t phrase it like a question, but he answers it like one anyway.

“Yeah. I do. She’s changed my whole life. At this point, I can’t imagine my life without her in it.” His arms tighten around you ever so slightly, and it’s all you can do to pretend you’re still asleep.

“Can I ask you something? And I need you to answer me honestly.” Oh fuck. She’s going to ask him the same thing she asked you at the hospital. And you absolutely have to hear his answer.

You assume he nods, because Aurora continues speaking. “Do you want to marry her?”

“Yes.” There’s not even a moment of hesitation. You let out the tiniest of squeaks that you pray to whoever’s listening that they didn’t hear. They continue like they don’t. “I want to spend the rest of my life with her. And I’m the luckiest man alive that I think she feels the same way.”

“Well good. She might not admit it, but I know she wants to get married. And I know you asked Dad for permission. I stalled as long as I could in the hall for you.” You can’t see her, but you can still hear the grin on her face.

“Er… yeah, I did,” he laughs nervously. “I was afraid I wouldn’t get it since he didn’t know me, but he said it was mine as long as I loved her, and I definitely do.”

“Well I know she loves you, and she’s never fallen in love with anyone before. And even more of a miracle, you got me to like you. Don’t fuck it up. She deserves all the love in the world and then some.”

“I don’t plan on ever leaving her. I want to give her the world,” he whispers, running his fingers through your hair again. You hear Aurora leave as you try and process what you just heard.

He really did get your dad’s permission.

He… he wants to marry you!

And now you were going to have to pretend like you didn’t know anything. It was going to be utter agony.

But it was going to be so worth it on the other side. Because now, after hearing it from him, you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you also wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. In a strange way, you’ve always known. Ever since he’d come into your life, you couldn’t fathom your world without him in it.

You’re only able to feign sleep for about twenty or so more minutes when you can’t take it anymore. You pretend to stir, pushing yourself off of Onceler’s chest. Smiling doesn’t exactly come naturally to you at the moment, but you manage to give him a small one before snaking your arms around him.

“Thank you… for everything,” you murmur. “I don’t know what I would do without you.” He doesn’t know it, but you mean it in so many more ways than just him helping you cope with your father’s death.

“Of course love,” he says, kissing the top of your head. “Anything you need, I’ll be here for you. God knows you’ve helped me more than enough. Do you want something to eat? Water?”

“I’m okay,” you decide for now. “Honestly, I just want to get out of this bed and stretch my legs.” He releases his hold on you, and you make your way out to the small living room where Aurora is folding laundry.

“Hey,” she says with a little smile. She walks over and pulls you into a tight hug. “I know you were awake,” she whispers. “So if you had any doubts left about him, hope I just killed them.” She pulls away, giving no hint about the bomb she just dropped, while you can only pray your own face isn’t bright crimson.

You sit on the couch and try to focus on the TV instead, but get another shock when you see yourself on it. Aurora’s put on some sort of celebrity gossip show, albeit on mute, and they’ve clearly started talking about you and Onceler from his party (how was that only two days ago?). 

You lunge for the remote to unmute it, but another hand grabs it before you can. You look up and see that it’s him. “They don’t matter,” he reminds you before turning the thing off.

“There was something I wanted to talk to you about anyway,” Aurora interjects. “How long can you stay for?”

“I got a week off,” you say absentmindedly, still eyeing the TV maliciously. You’d emailed your work on the flight here, and they’d thankfully been very understanding of your situation.

“Okay, good. That should give us enough time to get together Dad’s funeral, and then you can fly home after that… I assume? I don’t know how the fuck private jets work. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that you’re rich as fuck now,” she muses.

“Oh no. I’m not rich. He’s rich. There’s a difference,” you emphasize. You had no claim to a cent he made unless he did marry you and you decided to combine finances. There was a lot to talk about if he did end up popping the question soon–he’d probably want a prenup, how big of a spectacle did you want to make this, and of course, you couldn’t avoid talking about kids forever.

But one step at a time. No matter what you heard, this was his decision to make, and when to make it. But you just rest easy knowing that it would come in time. And you would say yes when it did.

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A couple weeks after you got back, you were still processing how different your life was. While your daily life hadn’t changed much, there was still the psychological difference of knowing both of your parents were gone.

You were also reeling from the madhouse that had been your dad’s funeral, which Onceler was still apologizing for, even though it hadn’t been his fault at all. Your hometown was small, as he’d learned, and because of that everyone knew you. And due to him being an internationally known celebrity, everybody was also aware that you were dating him. Aurora had foreseen danger and had asked for no pictures at the funeral.

Someone hadn’t listened. They had taken a picture of the two of you coming in, posted it on social media, and by time you tried to leave a few hours later, there were paparazzi swarmed outside, clearly not caring that it might be a sensitive time for you.

And as if unannounced, unexpected journalists weren’t bad enough, one of them had sneezed, nearly directly in your face. It hadn’t hit you, but it was close enough to catch whatever he had, so you’d come home with a nasty bacterial infection. Thankfully, your doctor had given you medication that had cleared it up almost right away. You’d been feeling fine for days now, and had taken your last antibiotic that morning.

You’re making your way to Onceler’s office for lunch as you usually do. It was gray outside, an omnipresent color in the sky since you’d gotten back to Thneedville. The air itself seemed bad, too, but you didn’t know what that could be. The city probably just needed a good rainshower.

As you step into the building, almost immediately you can tell something is wrong. There’s no one around. It’s as silent as a graveyard. He hadn’t answered your texts that morning, but that was normal. You’d assumed he was just busy. This silence, this emptiness… this definitely isn’t normal.

You take off at a run in the direction of his office, your footsteps echoing loudly. You have an awful feeling in the pit of your stomach. If something happened to him…

As you turn the corner, you see his new PA stepping out into the hall, looking confused and a little disturbed. “What happened? Why isn’t anyone here? Is he okay?” you fire off, making him look more disturbed than ever.

“Um… I-I really don’t know,” he stammers. “He was his usual self most of the morning, and then like half an hour ago he started going around yelling at everyone to go home. He’s been talking to himself, looking stressed… no one knows what’s going on. He’s still in there.”

You don’t need to hear anymore. Something had happened, and you needed to find out what that something was immediately. You push open the now familiar oak doors, eyes searching him out.

He’s at the very back of his office, turned away from you. He seems to be arguing with someone just outside the door that’s back there, but you can’t see who it is, nor can you make out any individual words. “Baby? Are you okay?” you call.

He spins around towards you, his face stark white. Apparently, he hadn’t heard you come in, and didn’t realize what time it was. There’s a gruff voice you don’t recognize coming from outside calling for his attention, but he slams the door on them unceremoniously. “What are you doing here?” he yells, his tone harsh and unfamiliar.

You take a step back. He’s never used that tone with you before, and you don’t like it at all. “Excuse me?” you ask, your own voice low and dangerous. You’ll give him exactly one chance to fix his mistake.

At least he does seem to realize he fucked up. “I… uh…” He’s floundering for words like you’ve never seen before. “Why are you here? You shouldn’t be here!” he ends up spouting out, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“That was the wrong fucking answer,” you accuse. “You absolutely do not get to speak to me like that. What the hell is going on?”

“Nothing,” he says way too quickly and with a faker smile than you’d ever seen before. It’s like he wasn’t even trying to be convincing, and you don’t buy it for a second.

“There’s no one here, you were clearly arguing with someone outside, and your PA said this only started about half an hour ago. I’m not an idiot, Oncie, I know something had to have happened.” He flinches at the use of your pet name for him, and you notice that all of the sudden he looks terrified. You walk up to him and take his hands, trying a different approach now. “Baby, please tell me. Maybe I can help you,” you implore.

He says nothing, but grips your hands so tightly that it’s almost painful. You just wait. If it’s a contest of patience, you’re determined to win.

The phone shrieks, breaking both of you of your concentration. He looks at you for a moment, then lunges for it, but for once, you’re quicker than him. “Yes?” you say as you answer it.

“You’re there?” One of his lawyers is on the other end, sounding like they’re suffering from a cold sweat instead of being cool and confident. “You need to get out of there now. For your own safety. The forests–” The line suddenly goes dead, and you look around in bewilderment.

You find him standing right next to you, the phone cord in his hand. He’s unplugged it. Whatever had happened, he didn’t want you to know. Dread begins to fill you.

“What happened with the forests?” you whisper, though you’re not sure you want an answer. His eyes go wide, both with fear and anger, but he stays stubbornly silent. “What happened to the forests?” you shout, nearly at the point of hysteria.

Your eyes wander behind his desk, where the curtain is covering the window that shows the forests. A horrifying realization suddenly hits you. He’d closed that curtain right when you’d started dating him. You’d never seen it open since. Which meant this had been in the works for months now. The length of your entire relationship, at the very least.

You dash over to the curtain, but before you make it, his arm is around your waist, preventing you from getting any farther. You whip your head around to look him dead in the face. “Don’t you dare touch me,” you hiss. He drops his arm slowly, and behind his eyes you can see the gravity of the terrible wound you’ve just inflicted upon him. But you have to know.

You make your way to the curtains, unhindered now, and throw them open.

You almost can't believe the sight of devastation that greets you. The last time you'd looked out this window, the view was of a lush valley, trufulla trees as far as the eye could see. Now, there was nothing but ragged stumps, smog, and the occasional axe head on the ground. And it wasn't just the trees that were gone. Every plant was dead, down to the last blade of grass. 

You slowly turn back to face him. "What did you do?" you whisper. You want him to refute you. You want him to deny it. But the look of guilt on his face is admission enough.

And the deforestation, as awful as it is, isn't even the worst part. You had to confront the other truth, the one you'd begun to suspect several minutes ago and were all but sure of now. "You never intended to tell me, did you?" you ask in a flat, dead voice.

Instead of answering, he just deflates, and your chest starts to physically ache. It fucking killed you to see him, usually so proud, charming, even a little cocky, so broken and defeated. You loved this man. What the hell were you supposed to do?

You once again have to be the one to break the silence after several minutes of it have passed. "What do you want me to say? What the hell were you thinking, doing this? And worse, not telling me?"

"I didn't want to worry you with my problems," he finally mumbles. "These were my own issues. They shouldn't have been your burdens as well."

You shake your head in disbelief. "That's the whole point of a relationship," you growl. "The other person is there to help you when you need it. I thought you understood that. I let you see me at my most vulnerable. But you couldn't trust me to do the same."

"No, that's not it," he desperately tries to explain, sounding like he's close to tears. "You were helping me so much, you were my world, you still are my world. I just didn't want to pile on more of my baggage and have you decide I wasn't worth it anymore. It's not that I don't trust you. Darling… please."

You sit at his desk and bury your head in your hands, hot tears stinging the back of your own eyes. You can hardly bear staying in this room; you feel it suffocating you. Some of your best memories had occurred right here, but they were all tainted now. You hated it.

After several more minutes, you finally look back up at him. "It's not your trust that's the problem anymore," you rasp, so close to tears. He's hitting you with those big puppy dog eyes that have enabled him to get his way so many times in the past. Your resolve wavers and you have to disconnect. You have an almost out-of-body experience as you hear yourself say, "The trust that matters now is mine. Because you have completely broken it."

At your words, you do see a few tears fall from his eyes. It seems like he's understanding the weight of the situation now, but it still left one question. You didn't want to address it. You wanted to say you could forgive him, that you could work through this. But when your trust had been so utterly decimated like this… you weren't sure you could say that.

Even the thought makes you let out a dry sob. It hurts. Oh God, it fucking hurts. Because no matter what he had done, it remained that you had loved him, and you loved him still. Whatever became of you after today, the fact that you love him would never go away.

"I think… I think I need some space," you breathe out, and his entire body language changes from penitent to frantically fearful faster than a traffic light.

"No! I can't lose you!" he begs. "Needing space is always another way of saying breaking up. Darling… I love you, I can't lose you." You say nothing, not trusting yourself with something as delicate as words. You just stand and head towards the door, but start in alarm when he grabs your hand, whirling you around to face him. "I love you," he repeats, tears streaming freely down his face now. "And I didn't want to do it like this but…" 

You have no clue what he means by that, but he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a simple black case before throwing himself down on one knee at your feet. No, no, no, not now, he can't be doing this now…

But then he opens the case and there sits a stunningly pretty ring. The band is gold, with small diamonds decorating it, finishing off with a larger but not over the top round diamond in the center. It's gorgeous, not gaudy, and exactly your style.

"I know I fucked up," he murmurs. "But I don't want to lose you. I've been planning this for weeks now. I-I want to marry you."

You're stunned into silence. You'd been imagining this moment ever since you'd learned he'd asked your dad. You didn't know if he'd go for some big, romantic gesture, or if he'd be so nervous he'd trip over his words in that endearing way of his.

But in all of your imaginations, one thing remained constant: your reaction. You'd always pictured yourself elated with glee, saying yes before he could even get the whole question out. Never did you think there would be a possibility where you might turn him down. Or that it would hurt this much.

You would have said yes yesterday.

You would have said yes fifteen minutes ago.

You still want to say yes. There's still a very large part of you that wants to ignore the past few minutes and all you'd learned, put that ring on, and work things out. 

But for some reason, you couldn't make yourself do it. Why couldn't you? You wanted to work things out. You wanted to fight for this. He was worth it. Your whole relationship was worth it.

But the fact that you couldn't trust him reared its ugly head once more. And if you couldn't trust him, you couldn't marry him. You needed time to heal, process everything, and truly think about where you wanted to go from here.

You couldn't do that with his ring on your finger.

It kills you to do it. But you feel yourself shaking your head once before ducking away, running out of the office so you wouldn't have to face his heartbreak as well as your own. You knew you'd change your mind if you were forced to confront the damage you did to him. It was cowardice on your part, but it was the truth.

It takes every ounce of willpower you possess to make it out of the building and not run back to him. When you finally get outside, you're almost jarred by the fact that it isn't raining. Isn't that how it always happens in movies? Your life had been like a movie, like a fairytale, for the past year. It would have been morbidly poetic, and yet fitting, for it to end like one as well.

Movie or not, rain or not, nothing could have stopped you from falling to your knees, and then to your hands as well a minute later, taking deep gasping breaths as your whole self tries to vehemently reject what your mind knows to be true. How could he do this? Didn't he love you? At what point did you not become enough for him that he felt like he couldn't share everything with you?

You're starting to get a headache now, feeling like you might get relief if you could only start to cry. But your grief seems to be beyond tears. Within the span of a month, you've lost your father, your future… and now you might have just lost the love of your life as well. 

You don't know how long you stay on that sidewalk, gasping for air. Time is inconsequential. All you know is the crippling ache of drowning in an ocean of despair, with no end in sight.

I'm so sorry. But before you all come after me with your torches and pitchforks, I just have to say, this isn't the end. We still have a few more chapters to go.

[pepperycar]

“Nightmares and cuddles” part 5

It’s You who deserves the world and more Lu.. people often compare us to the sun and moon, but I think your more the sun.. you brighten my day, your sunny smile.. and your the light of my life! You are my sunshine and.. as the moon, I can only hope to reflect back the love and kindness you give! I couldn’t-can’t live with out you Lu... I-I love you....” luigi didn’t know what to say, he felt tears run down his cheeks and land in Mario’s hair “I-I love you to Mario..” Luigi smiled tenderly, feeling his heart fill up with warmth and love. “I can’t live without you either..” “well there’s a chance I die protecting you, so you better to!” Mario scolded “I’m the elder brother, if you died before me, I’d never forgive myself! I’d probably try and find a way to join you! Understand?!” “Mario... we’re twins.” Luigi scoffed “still older..” Mario mumbled “just being able to feel you breathing, your warmth, your heartbeat, see that your eyes a blue and bright and not gray! Don’t ever scare me like that again..” he breathed “with Bowser or your nightmares?” Luigi asked “both..” Mario sighed “Come on..” Said Luigi pulling himself out of the hug “go get ready for bed, I’ll sleep with you tonight if you want.” Mario hesitantly pulled away still hovering his fingertips over Luigi’s heart, Luigi smiled “he’ll still be ticking when you get back.” Luigi smiled, Mario looked as if to say ‘Promise?’ Luigi seemed to read his mind and nodded “He promises” he breathed.~~ Mario got into his loose, vertical red and white striped pyjamas, he came back into the bedroom to see Luigi wearing the same but green and white striped, on his bed waiting for him, arms open, Mario jumped right in and snuggled into Luigi’s chest, finally relaxing, feeling the calm soothing rhythmic thumps under his ear “see? He kept his promise!” Luigi grined “if Bowser or anything ever stops this warm sound in your chest, there will be The Underwhere to pay!” Mario grumbled “I’m not worried.” Luigi smiled “I know you’ll never let that happen..” he kissed Mario on the head and stared tapping his hand on Mario’s back in rhythm to his own heart beat, Mario relaxed and fell asleep. -The End.

[callmrmorrow]

i see your collective hopes for this fic and i’ve taken them into account. sort of. from what i recall, i saw hurt/no comfort, hugs, multidimensional soulmates, more hugs, and giving mark the happiness and his break that he deserves. did i mention hugs?

with equal enjoyment and acknowledgement from every suggestion, i decided that the opening scene was going to include absolutely none of this.

i’m sure you were all secretly yearning for a slow-burn mark x reader where you are catapulted back in time to change things for the better, with only fleeting dreams and memories of what your world once was. i’m sure you were all hoping for a season one experience full of looking into nolan grayson’s eyes and feeling a cesspit of terror in your gut for no reason other than instinct and muddled nightmares (spoiler! he may or may not have killed you). i’m sure you were all hoping for a strangers-to-friends-to-enemies-to-lovers-to-embittered-rivals-to… you get the point. i’m sure we (yes, WE, as in ALL OF US) will enjoy the suffering i’ll put you and mark through when the inevitable question is brought to face: are you a hero or are you a human? what is heavier, the weight of the world or the weight of who you left behind to go and save it?

anyway. here’s the opening scene. tw: gore, death, all the shit that happens in invincible but i’d really rather be safe than sorry. bonus points if ur an avid comics fan who can pick up on the overarching plot of the story from this scene alone. i’m not so subtle.

CHICAGO’S BURNING.

These two words are the only ones you can string together over the widening gap between reality and impossibility. Smoke paints a sickly haze from the cracked concrete beneath you to the clouds overhead. Your eyelids flutter, irises flitting erratically, catching blurred glimpses of an upended subway car, and then another, and another. Red paints everything, almost blurring the details of arms, legs, torsos and heads flung about the station like dirty laundry.

Above you, concrete frames a milky blue patch, bleak sunlight breaching the grey. The skyline’s been shattered. Someone’s wailing off-set that of the police sirens — somebody please help — and with a sharp pain you remember to breathe.

It’s a wet inhale, choking on blood. Agony explodes out from your ribcage, and you glance down to see the bad end of a bright yellow pole sticking out where your stomach should be. Blood is still spurting from the entry point and pooling around you on uneven rubble. Your vision whites out at the sight, and a broken noise jumps from your lungs to your lips.

Memory, faint as your heartbeat, returns in throbbing pulses. Giving your seat to the elderly woman. Jostling the crowd for a handhold. Checking your phone for new messages. The sudden, metal-rending stop, everything splitting in two and a welter of voices, impatient shuffling, turning to screams and squelches. Packed in like canned fish.

“[Y/N]?”

You turn to the voice instinctively, and your vision whites out again as agony lances through your skull like electricity. Something warm trickles down your temple, as your cheek rests against a torn chunk of concrete. Your eyes refocus on the too-familiar form of your brother, one arm extended out towards you and the rest of his body crushed under a slab of cement. You can barely see him in its shadow, but a splotch of color draws your eye despite yourself. A ruined gift bag. Spilling out is a new sweater, one that would’ve been your favorite color if it wasn’t soaked crimson.

With every ounce of effort you reach out for him. “Hey, hey,” you manage, the pain not so overwhelming as the panic, the instinct of an older sister. “It’s okay, it’s gonna be—“

Something crushes the concrete slab above him. His extended arm goes limp, crushed from the elbow up. Everything else goes dark except for his twitching fingers, and your ears begin to ring.

It doesn’t feel real, because it can’t be real. He’s still alive because he has to be, and it couldn’t be all over just like that. You command your arm to move towards your brother’s, fingers brushing his as you try to grab on. The pole locks you in place and you let out a whimper as you try to move ever closer. “Come on, please, come on—“

Another voice breaks through the ringing in your ears. ”No, no, wait— wait!“

Pressure on the side of your head makes you freeze.

“What’re you gonna do, Mark?” A voice from overhead asks, uncannily familiar and inhumanly cold. “You can’t stop me. And you shouldn’t even want to. This world — everyone in it — is pathetic! You and I are so far beyond these insects.”

The pressure increases with no hesitation, and on nothing but instinct, your hand stops reaching for your brother and comes up to grip whatever is pushing you into the concrete. Your fingers scrabble to pull it off, but you’d have better luck lifting an entire building. It — you’re beginning to think it’s someone’s boot — drives its heel into the side of your face.

“Get off m—“

You don’t get to finish. A sickening pop dislocates your jaw, hanging loose off your face. You let out a gurgling shriek.

“Stop!” The second person yells, voice cracking in anguish. “Please, just— You don’t have to do this. You— you don’t think they’re pathetic. You…”

The voices continue on, and you wish more than anything that you could look over and see whoever was trying to save you from the literal hydraulic press over your head. But your vision’s blocked by a lattice of rebar and cement. The boot presses harder, and you can feel your bones straining, every nerve in your body shrieking. Your vision was going out — it seemed predisposed to doing that now — and white was encroaching on the edges of your sight. Your brother’s hand was beginning to distort itself, taking on a strange bluish-white glow.

Your hand slipped back towards him, giving up on stopping the inevitable, reaching out again. You found yourself thinking you’d feel much better if you could hold his hand one last time before it all went out.

The white light pouring from his fingertips latched onto yours, racing up your arm. Suddenly, all you heard was a voice. Not from the two men in the subway, killer and witness, but from all around you, within you, between and beyond everything.

Is this what you want?

Your response bypassed the strangeness of it all, the hallucinatory nature of what was happening. Maybe this was the path to the afterlife. If it was, you weren’t so ready to walk it.

No. God, no.

What would you give to fix it?

You heard something in your head crack like a whip — your skull, cracked like a melon. You were bleeding from the eyes now, you could feel the indomitable pressure popping them from their sockets. You weren’t even sure you were alive anymore, but you still found it within yourself to answer.

Everything.

i’ve seen a considerable amount of people yearning for a slow-burn mark grayson x reader

coincidentally i have a project on the back burner involving mark and a vigilante!reader with time-based powers

to anyone who sees this yall got any particular like… “tropes” (i hate to write on tropes but ykwim) or romantic plotlines that you’d find interesting? (i already have the character set up) if this gets no responses i’m going my own way and as someone who doesn’t have mark in my own top 5 it’s gonna involve a lot of hurt and not a lot of comfort

but if that’s what you like.