#we're so close to the end of this fic it's unreal

[mochinomnoms]

francesca (1K Follower Special Event)

art: “hold me, dear” by raiain

“Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I” — Hozier, Francesca from “Unreal Unearth” Their love for you is so overwhelming, so profuse, their hunger for love is worse than their hunger for food, water, or sleep. They yearn for you and your affections, like a baby yearns for the embrace of their parents. From the gods above, to the demons below, there is no where that can house or comprehend the love you share with them. spotify playlist

A song fic event to celebrate over 1,000 followers!

Requests are closed

Rules

Anyone can use this event and prompts on their own blog! Tag me in so I can read all your stories!

This event will be for TWST on my end, others are free to use for whatever they'd like!

All request will be up to 500 words, with a max of 3 characters per request

Chose one prompt for each request with one song (randomly selected line will be used for the request), and indicate if you want romantic or platonic. You can also indicate if you want fluff, hurt/comfort, suggestive, nsfw etc.

Reader will default to gender-neutral unless asked otherwise

Dialogue Prompts (@mcflymemes: 1/2/3)

“It's funny. Sometimes I think I've already fallen in love with you as much as possible… and then we share a night like this.”

“I'm falling more and more in love with you every day.”

“Do you feel connected to me when we're together like that?”

“You made a few sounds I've never heard before.”

“Can I get you anything? Do you need me to do anything?”

“Touch me like that again.”

“You look so good like this.”

“Tell me when I can move.”

“It's like your body was built for mine.”

“You like that, don't you.”

“You don't know what that does to me.”

“Kiss me again, and don't stop this time.”

“I can't bear the thought of living without you.”

“You complete me.”

“I want all of you. Every piece of you.”

“I won't lose you again.”

“You're the most important person I have ever known.”

“The universe gave you to me.”

“Can I kiss you again? I promise I won't get carried away.”

“Where you go, I follow.”

Song Selection

Hozier, “Unreal Unearth”; “Wasteland, Baby!”; “Nina Cried Power — EP”

De Selby (Part 1)

De Selby (Part 2)

Francesca

Eat Your Young

First Light

Movement

Talk

Be

Sunlight

NFWMB

Moment's Silence (Common Tongue)

Rio Romero, “Good God!”

Inarticulation

Nothing's New

Twice

Eyedress, “Let's Skip to the Wedding”

Romantic Lover

Jealous

Kiss Me Like It's the First Time

Ricky Montgomery, “Montgomery Ricky”

Line Without a Hook

My Heart Is Buried in Venice

Mr. Loverman

Kali Uchis, “Sin Miedo (del Amor y Otros Demonios)”

la luna enamorada

telepatía

Misc. Artists

See You Again (Tyler, The Creator, “Flower Boy”)

Me Gustas Tu (Manu Chao, “Próxima Estación: Esperanza”)

Die For You (The Weeknd, “Starboy”)

🎶 francesca masterlist 🎶

“It ain’t workin’ ‘cause you’re perfect”: jamil viper x gn!reader — #19

“And flew like a moth to you, sunlight, oh, sunlight”: azul ashengrotto x gn!reader — #15

“Be like the love that discovered the sin”; “And I'd be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice”; “If I could hold you for a minute/I'd go through it again”: jade leech, trey clover, ace trappola (separate) x gn!reader — #16

“Y al contemplarla en su mirada”: azul ashengrotto x gn!reader — #4

“I always want your love”: ruggie bucchi x gn!reader — #19

“Oh, was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden”; “All my emotions feel like explosions when you are around”: leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto (separate) x gn!reader — #15 [PENDING]

“Si te tuviera de frente, la mente te la volaría”; “You know that I can see right through you”: deuce spade, lilia vanrouge (separate) x gn!reader — #9 [QUEUED]

“'Cause we've found ourselves in quite a situation”: silver x gn!reader — #9

“The sky set to burst, the gold and the rust”; “But after this, I'm never gonna be the same”: jade leech, floyd leech (separate) x gn!reader — #3

“It's got nothing to do with us”: divus crewel x gn!reader — #16

“One look is all it takes”: floyd leech x afab gn!reader — #15

“I'm not always right”; “It's gonna happen sometimes”; “I don't think of giving up”: azul ashengrotto, riddle rosehearts, kalim al-asim (separate) x f!reader — #14

“You know I'm just a flight away”: floyd leech x gn!reader — #7

“I can hear your thoughts like a melody”: kalim al-asim x gn!reader — #19

“I wish I could fall in love with you again”; “I know I can fall in love”; “I can only hope that’s what you are craving too”: jack howl, sebek zigvolt, silver (separate) x gn!reader — #19

“Que se podría hacer el amor por telepatía”: jade leech x gn!reader — #4

“And are you pretty or handsome? My words are on ransom”; “With you by my side is where I wanna stand”: trey clover, ruggie bucchi (separate) x gn!reader — #11

“Honey, I'm put in awe of somethin' so flawed and free”: silver x gn!reader — #15

“La venganza es dulce, ¿sabes? (Dulce, dulce, dulce, dulce, dulce)”: ace trappola, deuce space (poly) x gn!reader — #1

“I am just a line without a—”; “And if I've lost my charm / Apologies due, no harm”; “Forgive me, I'm not naïve”: floyd leech, azul ashengrotto, jade leech (separate) x gn!reader — #19 & #16

“Me gusta volver, me gustas tú”: jack howl x gn!reader — #13

“Nothing fucks with my baby”; “I'd wanna be felled by you”: leona kingscholar, vil schoenheit (separate) x gn!reader — #16

“And I've found hope in a heart attack”: jack howl x gn!reader — #13

Bonus:

“Heaven is not fit to hold a love like you and I”: ace trappola, deuce spade (poly) x gn!reader — #1

“¿Qué horas son, mi corazón?”: grim (platonic) x gn!reader — #20

[queen-swagzilla]

there's a person behind the screen. ->

now that i've had some time to softly tell myself that i am a good writer in the mirror a few dozen times, i'd like to talk about some comments i got that i think need to be addressed. not just for me, but for any fandom writer who does this because they're genuinely excited and passionate.

this isn't a callout, and i don't want to attack. but i want to give a view of where i'm at, and why it's kinda horrible to make your unrealized expectations a burden on writers who are creating as a passion project.

here are the key points of those comments, and my responses to them:

1) i don't want to see ochako's pov because she's a bad guy in this story and it pisses me off that you're giving her screen time

i am telling a story, and i determined that ochako's pov was necessary to move the story forward. i don't like her in this fic either. she's not gonna be magically forgiven. and if she was, that would still be my storytelling choice. my works aren't democratic. unless otherwise stated, no fan-creator's work is democratic. it's a vision that they're taking the time to lovingly execute, and you can either watch it happen or not. but you can't tell me how to tell the story i want to tell, especially because you don't know the story i want to tell. you only know what you've seen so far.

2) why are you making katsuki so irrationally stupid? i want him to just talk to people and he isn't and it's making me hate him.

i am making katsuki irrationally stupid because he is a teenager who also has a completely separate manifestation of his instincts talking in his head and confusing him. and he 's hurt. hurt people protect themselves, and katsuki does that by throwing up roadblocks to communication, which could just end up hurting him more. he's not being rational. miscommunication is frustrating from the outside because YOU can see what's wrong. he cannot. he's inside the maze, and you're watching it from above. that's a decision i made, and i stand by it. i'm sorry if you do not, but either you trust my process or you don't.

3) you take a million years to update so are we expected to wait for them to talk about this in fucking 2030 or what

(now we're getting into the thick of it): let me preface this by saying that i am so grateful for my patrons. they make life so much easier, and make it possible for me to spend time doing what i love. but the fact of the matter is that i cannot live off my patreon. not even close. if i did, in a standard US work day, i'd be making $0.48 an hour. that's not feasible. therefore, i have to do other things in my adult-ass life to keep myself afloat, which means i can't spend eight hours a day writing fic.

furthermore, if i want this fic to be any good, which it clearly is since you're upset that you're not getting faster updates, i need to dedicate time and care to the chapters. it's something i care about, and it's gonna take time. i don't have a lot of time to give, so it takes a longer time for chapters to come out. i'm so sorry, i wish i could set aside more time to write all the time, but i cannot. i imagine it's very similar for other fic writers.

4) your quality of writing has dropped in the last few chapters, nothing makes sense to me which means YOUR quality of writing is going down. i'm not trying to discourage you though, i think you're just trying to push out too much content. feel free to delete this if you didn't find it encouraging.

telling a writer that their writing is getting worse is, in fact, not encouraging. i was so proud of the last few chapters, because i was working through the ugliest feelings in a horrible and complicated conflict, and managed to keep multiple perspectives in mind while i did it. i worked hard on them, and i was so sure of myself when i put them out. and this comment made me feel like shit. i cried about it in my car. if i was proud of it but it actually sucked so badly that it was worth an entire essay telling me how bad it was, am i a good writer at all? maybe i should delete the last few chapters. maybe i should just stop writing for this fandom, because i'm losing touch with the characters.

thankfully i had friends to reassure me, and hundreds of other comments to reread to remind me that my work is loved. but man, i crashed out HARD after that one. so no, it wasn't encouraging. and telling me i can "delete it if i want" is disingenuous, because deleting the comment wouldn't erase the mark that the words left on me. i still had to see it. i still questioned myself for hours.

i will note that one of my friends went to reply to that comment after seeing how upset i was, and ended up being called my 'attack dog' for her trouble. i am so grateful to have people in my life who go out of their way to look out for me. being rude to them for trying to point out plot points you might have missed and for addressing callous behavior is kinda showing your ass.

in sum:

if you think your comment might hurt someone's feelings, don't leave it. unless a fic author has ASKED for feedback, don't give feedback. if an author says "please comment" that doesn't mean spend four paragraphs telling them why they suck, and you know it. they're asking to know how the words made you feel, or what you think might come next. they're asking you to love the characters with them, not to blast them for slightly different interpretations (because interpretation of character comes from lived experience, and we all have different lived experiences).

i am not a content farm. i'm a writer. i'm passionate about what i write about, and have intention for everything i write. i also have a limited time to write in, so i can't churn out content like a breathing AI program. i can do my best, and that's it—both in terms of time and quality. and i really think that i gave my best. i'm sorry if you disagree, but please don't tear me down in the one arena that is my fastest way to find joy. the world is hard enough without this being ruined for me.

[silv3rswirls]

note: Don't ask what this is supposed to be or what even made me write this. Just came to me and this is what I ended up with. Also, I don't remember why I titled this Cicada in the first place? but its a cool name and we're keeping it

warnings: mental health, depression, references to verbal abuse, past relationships and breakups. memory loss, healing(?), open-ending

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You had never seen so much fog in your life. 

It was thick, clouding around you as you dragged your feet cautiously over the pavement, unsure of what was before you. You didn’t know where you were. You had been driving aimlessly for a long time, trying to clear a racing mind and aching head. Suddenly an animal appeared in the middle of the winding road, you panicked and veered off the road to avoid it. You’d been walking since leaving your car to walk and hope for someone else to pass.

Then the fog began to roll in, and you found yourself even more lost than before. Until you ran into someone else, a young man who also seemed just as lost. He couldn’t remember his name, but he seemed safe enough to stick by, so you followed each other close. His car was just down the road he thought, you had thought the same hours ago.

Something was changing around you, you could feel it. You weren’t sure what was happening, but something had changed.

It felt unreal out here. Every building you passed looked so old and run down, you were in the city just hours ago, had you really veered this far off your path? It's impossible to have. You were running now, and you weren’t even sure why, but the guy seemed scared enough of whatever was chasing you. Whether it be man or beast, you could hear it snarling and nipping at your heels. 

“It’s going to kill us” He shouted, you were staring at his back, seemingly unable to catch up to run in his stride. 

“Doesn’t this all feel fake to you?” You ask, eyes shifting around. You couldn’t place it, but it felt off. All the time you wondered with him felt off. All the things you saw. Things that reminded you of your life, home, and self scattered about this ghost town.

“What are you doing?”

You had stopped, frown heavy on your lips as you cornered him. “What are you doing? It’s going to kill us if-”

“I understand now; what’s happening.” You interrupt. You held your breath for a moment as you searched for the words. You knew what you wanted to say, what you should say about the pieces that had formed and constructed in your mind. The realization that hit you as you watched Namjoon run ahead of you, when you turned your head back to face the creature, only to find that there was nothing there. “There is no monster” you sigh, letting out the breath you had wished to hold forever, until you turned blue and fell asleep. “No animal, or creature, or psycho chasing us around here- I don’t even think there is real anymore. Maybe it is? I just know…that nothing is trying to hurt us. Just me and you and you’re the only one seeing this thing.”

“What are you talking about?” His brow scrunches in confusion, but his tone lifts. A veil of fear lifted, leaving his voice intrigued, relieved, almost smug in its egging on of your word vomit.

You stare at him, you know what you have to say but don’t want to say it. “It’s me, is that what you want? I’m the only monster here.” Your eyes well up with tears, For the first time since stumbling into this nightmare you realize that you’ve cried. “I know your name, I remember now. Namjoon, do you remember too?” He smiles and gives you a single nod and you nod back, pursing your lips and trying to hold back the tears. “I know you’re not really him, you’re supposed to be him right? You’re leaving now, aren’t you?” You ask, “You’re going to leave me alone again?” The words slip out, and he frowns.

“I tried to stay up for you every night, tried to be there for you. But you never let me in, why did you never let me in to help you?”

“I was scared- I was so scared” you burst into tears. “I didn’t know how to let you in, I-I was so terrible to you- to him” You shake your head, wanting to forget it all again. “Don’t leave me here” you plead, inching closer, “help me, please, I’ll let you help me this time. Please I need you.”

“Why would I want you to? What help are you to me? You don’t understand, you’re always hoovering, suffocating me, just leave.” You shake your head, you don’t like the sound of your words in his mouth. “Honestly, disappear and I’ll be better.”

“I get it I was horrible.”

“I will never bother you again. Never speak to you again. I’ll leave for good, I promise. Just get help, not for my peace of mind, but yours.”

You open your eyes and he’s gone.

You look around, unsure of where you are anymore. You had never been sure, but now, with no one around; not even some monster chasing after you; you were truly alone. You smiled to yourself, this is what you wanted right? To be alone? You shake your head, starting to sob again. “I did this…I did this.”

You hated yourself, you didn’t want anyone to look at you; now, before, or ever again. All you could feel was a deep grief sitting in the pit of your stomach. You had made these choices yourself, so why were you so sad now?

Something had changed between you and Namjoon some months ago. How long has it been? You wonder, has it been a year already? Days spent holding up in your apartment with the shades drawn tight left you ignorant to the passing days of summer, then fall, and now you were sure it had to be mid-December or so. Before you could never truly remember what had changed, but something had as spring ended and a chill returned to the air. Was it just that time of month that inspired the worst of you? Namjoon had loved you, loved you so much. How he had put up with you for so long after a chill started to run through your voice; through your bones as if becoming part of you; was beyond you. 

You had lost interest in the world around you. Discouraged by one too many letdowns and mistakes. You lost interest in work, hobbies, family, friends, and love. You abandoned the old, and lived a new life in a world you made your own within the walls of your apartment. You just sit there, existing. Telling yourself next week would be better, you’d have a breakthrough, epiphany, something- and you’d live normally. Today, tomorrow, someday. And after tonight; Never. You never got your breakthrough, so you just fell asleep on the floor of your living room like any other depressing day you wasted. Sitting there, staring at nothing for hours, mindlessly stuck in your mind. Your head always hurt, and the bags under your eyes kept growing. Everything changed so fast, that your mind struggled to keep up. When it couldn’t you’d wallow in a pit of unchecked anger and deep, bellowing sorrow. You weren’t even sure why; you were sure there was a reason, but remembering it? Comprehending it? You never did get to that stage.

You wished you never began to piece it all together. All the little things around this town remind you and fit like a puzzle. The deep coldness stung your lungs and the whispers you’d hear now and again. How slowly, the true extent of your breakdown last spring was and just how vicious you had been to everyone. You had no friends left, no family that wanted to bother you anymore. Your boyfriend had been the only one, and just like everyone else you had pushed him away. Namjoon, or that monster, or whatever it was that walked with you. Was it even real? Had you imagined it all? Were you even really here? We’re you dead?

Was this some kind of punishment for how you acted?

“I hate you”

“It’s useless, how can you help? You’re useless.”

You were falling apart. Almost everything set you off back then. He set you off. How he could stay by your side left you uneasy.

How terrible that you did that to yourself, to him. How lonely had it been for him? While you got to hide away and block it all out. How bad had you hurt him?

The snow stung your skin, you were trembling as you tried to roll onto your back. Your clothes were set and your body hurt. You looked up at the grey sky, was all of that a dream? You looked around, you weren’t dressed to be out. Come to think of it, you couldn’t remember leaving the house. You sat up and looked around. No monsters in sight, no one in sight this time of evening. Everyone was locked inside basking in the warmth you were sure. You looked at the cluster of apartment buildings in sight and your stomach dropped. Why did you come here?

You stood up, it was fading again; your realization of what you had done. You slowly made your way to the parking lots. “Namjoon” you spoke to yourself, “don’t forget again” you pleaded, you were so tired of forgetting.

There he is. By miracle or cruel fate, he’s there with bags from the convenience store down the street. The one you had met him at those years ago. 

It’s like he’s seen a ghost when he spots you. His face pales, and his expression drops. He’s scared to approach, you can tell.

You stood there, chest rising heavily as you inched closer to the building. “Are you okay?” He asks, not in the same warm voice he used to. It was burdened and sounded torn between ignoring and helping you, weighed by exhaustion.

You stare back at him, you haven’t seen him since it all broke and you couldn’t even remember how long ago that was. You take a peek at your hands, if I feel nothing, why am I shaking? Against the blanket of snow on the ground you should see your hands trembling, a mix of the cold and building anxiety you were beginning to believe. They weren’t bruised or cut up anymore, you weren’t sure if they ever were. They just shook, the tips of your fingers red and bitter.

You looked back up at Namjoon. His brow was furrowed, lips pressed a bit thin and pulled tight as if he was trying to keep his thoughts from escaping. This is the first time you truly looked at him, even before the breakup your eyes saw so little of him. You saw him, the ways his eyes wanted to well up with tears. You let out a shaky breath and smile, “are you okay?” You hear him repeat.

“Yeah,” you muster. But you're not, and he’s not. And you're not sure if either of you will be.

taglist: @aft3rhrs

[spell-cleaver]

Luke let out a relieved breath as Vader burst through the door.

Previous parts on the masterpost here!

Luke let out a relieved breath as Vader burst through the door.

It was a nightmare. Another one. His eyes flew open and latched onto his father the moment they did, his gaze beseeching, already pushing back the covers and grasping for Anakin the nerf, for his other toys, one hand out for Vader—

Vader was next to him in a heartbeat. “Luke?”

“He’s still there,” Luke sobbed. He took several deep, rasping breaths, holding his toys very, very tightly, and tried to banish everything. He could sense cold, but that was his father; that was not Palpatine. The darkness that pressed in around him was familiar, but it would not hurt him, it would not hurt him—

He took another heaving breath. “I hate it.”

“I know, my son.” Vader knelt beside him, and clasped Luke’s hand between both of his; within his massive durasteel palms, Luke’s tiny hand hung limp and pale. Vader squeezed it with fingers that had crushed the throats and hearts and souls of a thousand men, his gentleness painstaking. “You…”

Luke frowned, leaning in; Vader seemed conflicted about something, seemed ready to speak… but speak he did not. So Luke closed his eyes again.

“I hate this planet,” he whispered. “I’ve always hated it. I hate this palace—even the quarters you made for me, and I know they’re lovely, I know you made them because you love me, Father, but they are here, and they are— they—”

“Luke.”

“My friends are leaving,” Luke burst out. He hadn’t realised how much the idea that they were leaving had upset him; not because he didn’t think they deserved to be happy, not because he wanted them to stay, not because he feared they would forget about him while they were gone.

But because he was realising:

If the people he loved left… what was there for him here?

There was Nova, and Vader, and Ahsoka… but they were older than him, they were other, and—

“I know, Luke, I—”

“Palpatine is gone, and he was wrong about so many things, but he was right in that I cannot rule this Empire. Not well.”

“You could, you are smart enough—”

“Not because I’m not enough,” Luke said. “Because I can’t give enough. Because I don’t want to.”

Vader paused.

Luke gripped his hand. “Father,” he begged. “I want to go. Somewhere. I do not want to be Emperor anymore. I do not want to stay here. I do not want to lead the Empire that Palpatine used to cause so much suffering.”

*

Vader hesitated, for a moment. There is no one better to rule than you, he wanted to say; it was still something he believed wholeheartedly. Padmé and Luke deserved the world.

But his conversation with Sabé rang in his ears.

Make a better galaxy for Luke to live in.

All those years ago, he had not wanted to give Padmé the Empire because she craved power, or even just because she was the best person for the job. He had done it because he trusted no one else to create a galaxy where their family could be happy—a galaxy for the two of them, and the precious, precious son nestled below her heart.

What was the point, if forcing that son to carry on his mother’s role would only cause him suffering?

Sabé would do what Padmé would have done. He knew that. He trusted her.

And…

And he trusted that she loved his son just as much as he did.

*

“Father,” Luke said again, more fiercely this time: “I will not lead Palpatine’s Empire. I refuse to.”

There was silence for a long, long moment.

“Little angel,” Vader said finally. Luke blinked up at him. “I… I have something to tell you.”

Luke’s mouth puckered into a frown, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “What is it?”

“I was speaking to Sabé, this afternoon. After… about your nightmare from last night, as well. She…”

He trailed off again. Luke frowned, his own tears and fears forgotten momentarily as he reached out to Vader—and sensed pain.

He flinched back.

Pain.

Resolve.

Love, boundless and pure.

“The school your friends will be going to is in Theed,” Vader continued. “And Sabé has informed me that— that your mother’s relatives, the Naberries, would very much like to meet you. For… for you to stay with them.”

Luke gaped at him.

“For how long?” he asked suspiciously. He— he wanted to leap for joy, he wanted to crawl out of bed and hug his father, he wanted to beam brighter than Coruscant Prime. But he could sense his father’s misery, and he did not want to hurt him.

“Sabé contacted them this evening,” Vader said. “They are willing to house you… permanently.” The word stuck in his vocoder as if in protest.

But when it escaped, it struck Luke in the chest like a gong.

Permanently.

Permanently.

“I would move there?” he asked. He tried, he really tried, but he couldn’t keep the smile off his face, then. To visit Naboo… to visit Theed, properly, without diplomatic obligations… to visit his family…

He had been happier in those few weeks on Naboo than he ever had in his entire life.

Vader nodded. “You would,” he said.

Luke did crawl out of bed, then; he didn’t feel like he could properly grasp the situation when he was about to fall asleep again. He perched on his knees on top of the covers, frowning fiercely at Vader, and was amused by the confusion Vader felt at the frown.

“I can’t be Emperor from Naboo,” he pointed out shrewdly. “I can’t mingle with court and be diplomatic and make major decisions. If you still want me to rule—”

“I do still want you to rule, little angel. But I want you to be happy. As it becomes increasingly clear that they are mutually exclusive, I know which one I value more.”

Luke looked at him like he’d never looked at him before.

“You’ll rule in my stead?” he asked, trying not to show his scepticism and dislike of that idea. Vader… was Vader.

“Sabé will, have no fear.” Vader sounded more amused at the insult than offended. “She will be your Regent.”

“Regent? Am I expected to return one day?”

Vader said, “Spend some time on Naboo before you officially make your decision, Majesty. I… if you wish to abdicate altogether, no one will stop you—”

“I wish to abdicate altogether.”

“—but you must understand that you cannot return once you have abdicated. So all I ask is that you spend your time on Naboo thinking it over, and decide from there—I do not want you to make a choice without knowing exactly what choice you are making. I… Sabé and I have agreed that I will visit you in a year to hear your decision. If you wish to return, you can; if not… alternative methods of government can be arranged, whether you wish to be involved or not.”

“You’ll visit me in a year?” Luke asked. “You mean—you’re not coming with me?”

Vader paused.

Tilted his head towards him slowly.

From this angle, in this dim light of his room, Luke could only dimly see the irises behind his eye plates. But he could see them all the same.

Strange: they looked like they might be blue.

“No, Luke,” Vader said. “I will not be.”

Luke blinked.

Then—

“What!?” He threw himself forward and glared, scrambling to stand up and pace. “What? You’re not coming!? Why not!?” He sucked in a breath. “And— if Nova is Regent, then—”

“She will not be accompanying you either, no. She… will take you as far as Theed, and introduce you to your aunt and uncle, but that will be it.”

“I can’t—” Luke gaped at him. “I don’t want to leave you!”

“I know.” Vader’s voice was heady with emotion as he stood himself, and walked to the other side of the room, his hands laced together behind his back. “I— I do not want you to go, which is why I fought this so hard. But you must go, if you are to be happy, and— and I—”

He let his respirator breath for him for several long cycles.

“And I am needed here,” he said. “Palpatine’s supporters are not yet fully routed. I am needed to obliterate them completely, so that you can be safe. Even if you were to stay on Coruscant, I would have to leave you.”

Luke said, “Oh.”

Vader turned back around again. “I will miss you, my son,” he said thickly. “So— very, very much. But I believe… I believe that this is what is best.”

“Oh.”

Luke didn’t know what to say.

It was three am. Vader had broken this news to him when it was three am, when he’d woken from a nightmare, and Luke did not know how to deal with the galaxy.

“I believe that your friends will be starting school in two weeks,” Vader said. “If— in order for you to be properly integrated and enrolled by then, you will have to have met your family by then. Sabé… recommends that you leave in a week.”

“I understand.”

“We were meant to tell you this tomorrow morning.”

Luke said thickly, “You mean today?”

Vader snorted. “Yes. I mean today.” Then he tilted his head, and came back over; he took Luke’s hand ever so gently and guided him back into bed. “Sleep, Luke. You will need it, and I will have a great deal of explaining to do to Sabé when you awaken.”

“Yeah, you will.” But he consented to let himself be tucked in bed. It was warm here, now, and the shadows no longer seemed quite so deep.

Before Vader left, he paused. “You will be happy on Naboo,” he promised.

“I will be happy without you?” Luke shot back.

Vader gave a self-deprecating laugh. “Indeed,” he said. His Force presence roiled; Luke was struck by the sudden realisation that that was the cold in the Palace, that was a part of the memories chasing him every night…

…that dark, seething presence was, of course, why he had had no joyful childhood.

He could sense Vader’s regret, thick and thunderous.

“You will certainly be happier without me.”

Luke wanted to object. Wanted to object, because he loved his father, they had come so far—

But there were parsecs left to go.

And this journey, he suspected, they would have to take apart.

If only so they were in better positions to understand and love each other when their paths once again converged.

Vader turned to go.

“I love you, Father,” he called to his retreating back.

The reply was a gentle as a downy wing.

And I love you, little angel.

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[haechurch]

forgetting me, forgetting you

It's not the way that jeno doesn't look at you the same. It's not the way of him chasing after a girl and leaving you behind in the evening downpour. It's not the way jeno said he didn't even love you that night. It's just nothing but your broken heart.

pairing: idol!jeno x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff (kinda), angstt

wc: 4.8+k

warnings: minors dni, unprotected sex, oral (m, f receive), spitting, kind of meanie jeno, implied exhibitionist, degrading, praising, spanking, teasing, fingering, tons of pet name, hard and soft sex, etc etc, you know when i said idol and fan relationship its just so unreal as well as how their jobs work lmao ((i had a problem to make this at least a lil bit realistic) also not seem too delusional but- just pls dont @ me, i mean its a fic)

! how embarrassing that this shit got posted accidentally (i hate tmblr) my pupils were literally shaking lol. for those who might accidentally saw this (i know theres not even a soul who cares abt it..) ofc i had this to be revised also its inspired by rv song, in my dreams, (originally the title for this one but i changed it!) i might also have songs recommendation, its [coldplay-yellow > conan gray-astronomy > yoari-dice game > exo-hurt > davichi-forgetting you > red velvet-in my dreams]

Everything was pandemonium from the start. You saw jeno in person for the first time in the concert venue. Yes. He is the singer. That singer. A born-talented, handsome, lovable idol from nct. He didn't even know you were there, in the crowd of audience hyping his band up. Never in your dreams you thought you'd met him in person, but fate brings you two together. It was what you believed until then. Fate brings your jeno who has never been yours in the first place to kindly remind you that he will never be yours even at the end of the time.

You worked hard for your pay. You work as an employee (that mostly work for dreamies) under jeno's company after you earned your post graduate title while studying in korea. That point when you made it out, you never even thought that this was a real chance to finally get him.

That's just insane, to get lee jeno, in a somehow, romantic way. But you tried anyway. Ordinary person with an extraordinary person? Or can you just say idols and fans relationship? That jeno from all the people living on this earth? Mostly impossible. Those who live around you will think you're crazy for wanting someone who literally exists in a different world from you. Even though you're 'coexisting' with him and seeing him from time to time, that would not be enough; so near yet so far.

It's so hard to work under the company and let it flow at first. Without a will, you'll never get what you want. Even though this one is nearly impossible, you attempt to keep the mindset that revolves around you: it will work if you try, try, try and try.

But it's useless. Who do you think you are? You can't even be allowed to speak nor get close to him except if it's necessary. It's hard to work with him like a normal acquaintance. To them, to jeno, you're simply invisible. 

However, you did make it clear enough. No surrendering. That's the least you can keep in mind. 

But again, he didn't even spare you a glimpse.

Then there was this day when you two were put together in the same dressing room, waiting for some interviews coming up. There's actually no reason for you to not share the same room because technically, you're their regular staff. The rest of the members and other staff were nowhere to be found, it was you and him. You and jeno all alone in the same room. You nearly choked yourself when you were about to open your mouth as jeno scooted to where you sat. 

"Hi." He lightly started the conversation. You swear to god you can hear your own heartbeat. Keeping yourself calm and professional, you hum and put the sweetest smile to him. "Hello."

"I'm so sorry if i sound rude, but i believe we're around the same age? I've been seen you around and i just knew you're a regular staff in here," you intensely stared at him, eyes widened in disbelief that he just casually- 

"We can be friends if you wan-" 

"We can?!"

-asked you to be his friend.

Realizing you just replied to him in 0,023 seconds, you covered your mouth and muttered 'sorry' to him. He just laughed. Oh. That laugh.

That's when you feel like you two were 'getting closer' as he asked you to be his friend for some idiotic reason (u really have no idea why the universe would gave you this kind of, miracle, you'd say, but you're fucking grateful).

Of course you can be friends with everyone. Also a staff (fan) and an artist couldn't be an exception, right? But once again who are you kidding, lee jeno is super busy, and you should know it could probably the friendship that only lasts for four hours.

You didn't meet jeno for weeks and you missed him so bad. Sometimes you got to talk to him after he befriend you (tho it happens only if you had that rare chance) but both of you didn't get a long time to properly talk and have a good conversation. And it's been a long time, you just missed him.

Did he perhaps miss you too? Did he ever think about you even just for a split second? You shake your head from the thoughts and scoff at yourself. He probably already erased you from his memory. And that night, you drifted into a deep slumber whilst thinking about how he wouldn't remember you.

―

But you were dead wrong. That day was very hot because apparently, it's in the middle of summer, and you were called for a job in a broadcasting house which happened to be the same place for the band to attend their schedule.

You're standing in front of a vending machine, getting a drink when you hear someone call your name. You turned around and found jeno, looking at you with his smiling eyes.

"Jeno!? What are you doing here?" You can't hide your pearly whites when you see him, so please meet him again after a while.

"We're having some jobs here. How about you?" He asked. 

"Um, me too! But mine's still running, i take a little coffee break right before come back to the site. Have you finished yours?"

"Yes, actually," jeno scratched his nape awkwardly before he continued. "Uhh, do you perhaps want to meet me after you are done? Just for a sec?" He asked.

"Sure! I'll text you when i'm done?" 

Yes, you both are having each other's numbers but can't even communicate a single thing through it. He didn't text you. And you, being the one who shamelessly asked for his numbers which he gladly gave it, never once texts him because as you can see, you're being professional enough to keep your words that it's only for the matter of work.

"Cool." You both smiled to each other and stood awkwardly for a good seconds until jeno left. 

So, did he just wait for you until you're done because he said he just finished his schedule? Is that even possible for him to do that?

The answer is yes. Though with a little bit of delay. He asked you to meet him after you're done, just to have you wait for him in the nearby cafe for nearly 20 minutes.

Jeno: uhh hi its jeno

Jeno: im so sorry for keeping you waiting

You: oh hii

You: nah its okayy not a biggie

Jeno: its the manager hyung, i told him i have to go somewhere but you know its hard to cooperate with them :/

Jeno: look i promise it will just need to b arranged real fast okay

You: okaaay i know youre busy you can really take your time tho

Jeno: so sorry ;(((

You: jeno its fine :*

You: :(

Jeno: thanjk you for the understanding ;)

Jeno: ill be there in.. 5 mins?

You: ill be here waiting!

You were smiling like crazy reading his texts. All you did was blushing and heart skipping while replying to him. He was so cute. And it's the first time you guys exchange texts. And he did it first! (how its a big deal for you)

Then there he is. Entering the cafe with a little skip and making a bee line to your table then sit down in front of you. 

"Right on time." He said jokingly. You just chuckled at him.

"Sooo what's up? What is it that you wanted to talk about in your very packed schedule, busy bee?"

He exhaled harshly before replying. "Nothing. Just wanna get out and have some fresh air."

He averted his gaze to yours before continue, "with my new friend." 

You raised one of your eyebrows at the boy. "Yeah? I thought you already forgot me because i was just simply a girl that worked at your company," you talk as you fold your hands.

"Why would i? I'll remember you anyway. You once fell in front of me when you were about to open some door and that actually was funny as hell. Shouldn't laugh but i can't help it. Oops. Should have not told you this part too..."

Your face heated in a second, and yes, you did that and it was humiliating and you felt very stupid. That time you were about to enter the conference room at the company building, but jeno (also the other members were there) was opening the door at the same time, unfortunately you stumbled on your feet and ended up kneeling at his.

He take a glance at you again then continue. "And you're pretty pretty."

You immediately looked up to him. You can't explain how his sudden confession affect you so much and leave your heart throbbing like crazy. 

Fortunately you can keep your act.

You chuckled and replied, "and what's that supposed to mean."

"I'm just saying that you're beautiful." 

He surely knows how to mess with your heart.

"And i'm getting worried that your eyes might have a problem," you laughed, more to laughing at yourself.

"No. I meant it."

You looked at him again, flustered, and he smiled when he saw you taken aback. A mischievous smile to be exact.

"Are you flirting with me?" Of course you were kidding. Asking that kind of question sounds nonchalant, even have no shame. But you had nothing to lose anyway.

"Would you accept it?" 

You blinked rapidly, your heart beating so fast in your chest, your palms were sweaty. He got you questioning yourself on how you can not fall for him even more? It's getting even deeper every minute you spend your time with him. He's dangerous. 

You were stunned for a moment. You felt like your cheeks burned, they're emitting flame. Your head short circuited for a while yet all you can think about is jeno. Jeno jeno jeno and jeno. The moment you can't hold it back from spilling, you just let it burst.

"I like you." 

Oh, you don't even care anymore about your image. The moment you spit that you felt like the most stupid, dense person alive on earth.

"I know." 

He responded in a heartbeat, and you felt fire burn a hole into you.

"You what?"

"I said i know. I noticed. And i do to."

"I'm so lost." You started to believe that you're out of your mind.

"I'm saying that i like you too."

Your pupils doesn't even falter when you stare at his face. You might just scream or gasp or even cry, but you were too stunned to speak, the way you were so calm also surprised yourself. You shake your head as you doubt your hearing and gave him a bitter smile.

"You're joking."

"Yes." 

Your eyes widen from his answer. He's such a prankster. 

"Jeno!"

He laughed. His laugh is so carefree but feels shy at the same time, that is just screaming lee jeno so much.

"So what am i supposed to say? You already heard me."

"I'm just trying to seek clarity." You narrow your eyes playfully. Now you don't even know where the confidence in you came from.

"You're my clarity." 

Now that sounds straight up came from a song lyric.

This whole time you think that you're crazy for wanting lee jeno, but here you are having a little cafe date and knowing him to have the same feeling as you are.

-

"Ah!" you squeal as your head thud against the hard surface.

"Sorry," jeno apologized as he giggled, then continue to peppering kisses down your neck.

Both of you were alone in a room at the backstage, making out like crazy before he bring you to the nearest table and pin you down. You sigh blissfully, thanking heaven every time your bodies this close, that you finally have jeno for your own and not anybody else. It's not the first time that he finally touched you, but every single one of his touches feels like the first time.

Oh, of course that didn't just happen in a night. He's been so sweet and kind to you that you mistaken his deed as something more than platonic relationship.

He bought you food. He told the manager to drop you off at your apartment at night when the schedule's over. You both go to the staff's cafeteria and eat lunch together. You offer him to go cycling together when he's off, and he did. He lent you his airpods when you lost one. You brewed his morning coffee. He called you one night and said that he's missing you. You asked him if you can do the same, texting or calling him as a normal friend would do despite both of your jobs. And that one night where he sneaked out to your apartment just to say that he wanted you.

That moment you thought everything is indeed possible. 

"Jen! Wait!"

He's currently railing you stupid at the backstage.

Now both of your hands were on the wall, legs spread open for him to easily pound you from the back. 

"Shit, this pussy's so tight." He slowed down, dragging his cock precise and keen, watching how his length appeared then disappeared inside your pussy.

"You like that baby?"

Your ears are buzzing, eyes fluttering, you only mewl and all you can hear is squelching sounds from how wet your pussy is before he sped up, skins clapping resonated all over the room.

When you didn't answered, he stopped and brings your hair to a ponytail then yanked your head up so your back is now against him as he whispered, "i said, am i fucking you good, little slut?" Well he can be cruel sometimes, but both of you know his mouth isn't that dirty on daily basis. He's just having his moment.

"Fuck yes," you finally speak.

Jeno railed into you again, he prop you to stand up, right hand on your hip, clamping so hard it'll leave bruises, and left hand grasping at your jaw to make you face him, his lips ghosting between your ear and lips, heavy breathing and all.

When he brushed against your earlobe, he whispered right onto your ear, "open your fucking mouth."

You obliged, as he bent your neck back and you presented all of yourself in front of him, he spit into your mouth. "Perfect. Keep it there like a good girl you are." 

Jeno started to pick up pace again, this time hitting your spot deliciously over and over, sending you to the cloud nine.

You agape as you moan, all while your mouth full of your and his spit, nonetheless making an effort to keep jeno's words but you're already drooling all over your chin.

"J-jen.."

"Shh, no need to say a thing baby girl, keep your pretty mouth shut."

Jeno suddenly lift you up and prop your back against the table. He's hovering over you, tapping your cheek, oblige you to open your mouth again, and spit another glob into yours.

"Now keep that warm and safe, you could do that, right angel?"

He asked and you only nodded in response. "That's it. Now let me make you feel good."

He spread your dangling legs by pushing on your thighs then dragging his hard and big cock along your slit, making a quite lubrication.

You're a whiny mess, never in your life you thought you'd have sex with lee jeno in a random room on their backstage, and he's pretty wild at the moment.

Before you can process a thing, he's already on his knee, eating you out slowly. You tug at his hair and hoist your hip up, but he's keeping you in place. He's taking his time, kitten licking at your opening with a slow pace, sucking softly at the clit, but it already making you tremble and wanting more. He's keeping the act for a while before the frustrations hit you.

"Jeno, hurry the fuck up."

He stop doing his ministrations, and as he pissed off, he suddenly lift you up again, your front pushed to the nearest wall.

"What did i just say to you? Shut your fucking mouth. Don't fucking speak. Why did you speak?"

He landed a couple of hard slap against your ass, making you yelp and shriek, "i-m sorry, please," your head drooped, your body trembling, but not from fear.

It's excitement.

Another slap on your ass. "Please what? Tell me, angel, what is it?

He kneaded your flesh and put his length between your ass cheek, nuzzling it sensually, and it made you bite your lip hard, can't take his teasing no more.

"Please," you almost sob. "Please, jeno, fuck me."

You beg, and he immediately bend you fully over again, both of his hands were on your hips as he fuck you into oblivion.

"Princess wanna get fucked. What she wants, she gets." 

He kissed his teeth before he rammed into you, hitting that sweet spot precisely over and over again it felt so good. Your hands and legs almost gave up, but he grabbed your hip in place. As you moan and scream for him, he keep chanting that he want you to come for him.

"Jeno, i'm fucking close- fuck," your hair is tangled, you're a drooling mess, your eyes rolled up. He fuck you so good it leave you dumb. Jeno's hips never once falter, he keep fucking into you rapidly as you whine non stop.

"Fuck, come all over me. Come on," he encouraged you.

"Coming!" You're a moaning mess, pussy can't help but tightened around him, making him curse under his breath. He continue to pistoning as he chasing his high, prolonged your own orgasm.

"Fuck, gonna cum," his thrust remain steady until it finally stopped, buried so deep inside you as he fill you up to the brim. Jeno finally pulled out, your hands and elbow propped against the wall as you arched your back while bending over, giving him a full sight of your ass and pussy overflowing with his cum. 

"Shit.." jeno cursed as he ran a hand through his fringe.

You felt your bodies emitting fog from the fever, glistening with sweat.

Just after that, you both heard a knock and someone's shouting.

"Are you guys done there? Jeno, get your loud ass out there right now, we're running out of time." 

You wouldn't miss whose voice it was.

It's fucking na jaemin. You felt embarrassment creep down your spine when you realized he found out, although nothing like the rest of the members doesn't know about the relationship you two have. But still, caught red handed fucking in the backstage with his band mate is a little bit..

"That's embarrassing.." you sigh while covering your face, making jeno chuckled as he patted your head.

"He'll get used to it." He smiled like a puppy, as he not merely fuck you senseless just now.

-

You said that it's embarrassing. But it seems like you're liking how unusual things did give you some thrilling sensations you can't explain. Since then, you've had sex with jeno in the void meeting room when everybody's leaving from work. It's giving you anxiety on what if someone's barge in, or the worst-you'd get kicked out from the company and never ever get the same job even at the different place again-but funnily, you can't resist the good feeling jeno made you and the realization that you were actually enjoying the shit, eventually not giving any fuck if someone know.

Another day of you and jeno spending time together in the same room, giving some different kind of affections to each other. And you're just too afraid to say something; to ask him: 'what are we?' Because you couldn't be more happy with what's happening between you two now. And tonight is a bit different because you feel your heart ache in the way he hold you as he won't let go.

"Jeno.." you arched your back when his tongue trailed from your abdomen up to your breasts while he attempted to unclasp your bra.

After freeing the flesh, he mumbled in awe, "beautiful."

He latched his tongue on your nipple, swirling it with purpose, to make you even wet just for him, and him only, just like the way he liked it.

"Fuck, it feels so good, don't stop," you pulled on his hair, a signal for him to keep going. 

"Yeah? You like that, pretty girl?" Jeno kneaded on your swell as he sucked again on your nipple.

"Louder. Moan louder for me." And that's what you did. Your fucked up sounds is a music to his ears, railing him up to the extent where he just wanted to sink in you. 

Jeno cupped your sex, your panties were damp in arousal. "Shit, look at you. So fucking wet." He slid his fingers up and down your panties before he slipped his fingers in. You whimpered when his cold digit met your folds. He only play with your opening and clit, but it already drive you crazy. You're practically drooling, he's collecting your essence on his fingers before he bring it up to his mouth, tasting your arousal. You huff and puff, look already fucked up before him when he barely did anything.

"So pretty. So fucked up. So needy for me."

All you did is fucking whine. Lee jeno is driving you insane.

"Please," you plead. "Jeno,"

"Hm? What is it princess?" He asked with a sweet mocking tone.

"Fingers. Want your fingers inside me." You sternly told him, but your gaze was infirm.

He chuckled then replied, "of course baby, you'll have it. But later. I have to taste you first. Will you let me?"

He asked for your permission and what on earth is stopping you from letting him eat you out? Of course you would never say no.

"Pleasee," your whiny voice made him smile from ear to ear in satisfaction.

"Love it when you beg."

Jeno get down to eye level with your pussy before dive in. Your hips wouldn't stop thrusting up to him and pulling his hair, his strong hands looping on your thighs. At this rate his face buried deep between you legs and tongue prod into your cunt, exploring your hole, lips trying so hard to swallow you up, open mouthed kiss at your pussy, sucking and lapping. He's eating you out like there's no tomorrow. 

"Fuck, i think i'm gonna cum."

Jeno chuckled, "already? So spoilt."

Jeno bring his fingers down and curled the digit expertly inside your pussy, you're wiggling like crazy when he reached that sweet spot that got your pussy tightening around him, then he sucked your clit hard, made you cum in instant at his doing.

You gradually came down from your high and stared at him in the eye, begging.

"Jeno, please, let me suck you off."

He feels like he's flying up the cloud seeing you prettily begged for him. Then he smiled, "can't say no to a pretty girl like you."

You bit your lip before you kneeled in front of him, taking a hand of his hard cock and kissed the tip. You hold onto his balls while you licked and sucked along his shaft until your tongue met with the tip, then sink into his cock, swallowing him whole. You bobbed your head up and down, sucking in intensity. He groaned and bring his hand through your hair, while he got his head thrown back against the headboard.

"You're doing so good baby, keep going."

He hissed painfully, his muscles clenched and his grab on your hair is getting tight. Your left hand massaging his balls, mouth sucking at the tip, the other hand stroking the rest of his shaft.

"Fuck, i'm not gonna last." He hold your head and thrust into your mouth, chasing his high. Your gagged sound heard all over the room, eyes pricked from tears. His groan went louder and that's when he came all over your mouth, and you swallowed all of his seed like a good girl, his good girl.

You lap all of his fluid, cleaning his cock clean, and lick your own lips.

"God you're pretty." His stare full with admiration, then he caged you between his arms, locked your lips with his in a passionate kiss. Tongue dancing with each other, nipping at one's lip. Both of you moan into the kiss, until he break it first.

Your back arched so high, hips pressed against his own, wanted more just than kissing him, but he pushed your belly down and leaned in.

"Need you now. Need to make love to you."

Once again, your heart sank at his confession. You're already tearing up as he pushed his big cock into you, soon picking up a steady pace to thrust between your wall, all while kissing you out. His kiss felt so soft and sweet, but also fragile at the same time. Your bodies met, no space in between. You hug him tightly, so afraid that he might just run away or disappear in the blink of an eye. He made you feel so good you're crying, can't even think or talk straight, your mind felt numb.

That night, you remembered vividly the last word he said before you passed out.

"I love you."

-

The rainy night made you feel all lazy. You wouldn't get up from bed if you just didn't feel the urge to go to the convenience store and fulfill your craving with some warm food. You're definitely starving.

You take out your umbrella because it's still raining, but as you nearly arrived, it's became a drizzle before it came to a stop.

You fold your umbrella as you walk closer, but before entering the place, you definitely saw jeno at the dark aisle between two buildings; making out with who the fuck you don't care, as if someone could've not just pass by and saw them two passionately changing spits.

You froze in your place, can't even walk any closer to where jeno was. You felt anger bubbling up to your chest and at the same time, you can't help your heart from breaking into pieces.

But as someone's controlling you, you suddenly stomped on your feet, making a way to them with balled fists, and you nearly scream when you call him out.

"Jeno."

The two broke the kiss after couple of seconds as if they're unbothered, both dripping from the drizzle. He turned at you, eyes dark and indicating that he wasn't even surprised to see you there. 

But then he opened his mouth, "how th-"

"What the fuck?" You cut him before he talk, spitting your anger out, voice all husky and spiteful, extremely vulnerable at the same time.

"Who the fuck is that?" Your eyes burned from restraining tears roll down your cheeks.

"What happened with the other days when we literally spent time together? Yesterday, you just- we just- fuck, i- i thought you just said that you lo-"

You can't help but blubbering, can't even say the last word you meant from spilling out. It's too much.

The girl he was making out with tried to walk away, but he grabbed her wrist.

You scoffed, speechless.

Did he just stop her?

Sickeningly, he just walked by you as he made a way out while dragging her with him.

You swear you just felt so fucking dumbfounded. He didn't even say a word since earlier.

When you can't hold your tears back again, you break out and scream his name out. 

"LEE JENO!"

He looked back from his shoulder, but he still put the same blank expression in front of you before he chuckled.

"Well. Looks like i've got nothing to explain since you already saw it."

Still standing with the balled fists, you can't even talk as you were trying so hard to figure things out. Why the fuck did he do this? Did this to you?

"I believe you're capable enough to think with your little brain, princess."

Suddenly, the rain started to pouring again, leaving you all soaked up gradually.

He's giving you the nastiest smile he have ever showed you as he made his getaway with the girl and said,

"Wake the fuck up. I have never loved you."

―

And that's when you wake up from your dreams.

As your eyes fluttered, you felt tears running from the corner of your eyes, making your sideburns damp uncomfortably.

This fucking whole thing is a dream. A dream that's so real.

No wonder that all of it was happening so fast; and absurd.

Now you can't even think of jeno the same way anymore if you see him at work. 

You checked your phone. Of course it's december. You laughed bitterly at yourself when you realized you trapped with jeno in your dreams when it's fucking summer. You swear you can even feel the heat. It just felt so true.

You get up on your elbows then cursed under your breath before muttered to yourself, "never thought you'd love and hurt me at the same time."

And it's not even in the real world.

Is it better because it's just a dream? Or is it not because the real thing is even more an awful truth you need to accept?

That's when you realized that the meaning of impossible is literally as it is. It's the time for you to understand that both of you is poles apart, that he is different.

You'll never ever get him, and you need to forget him; as he might already forget you.

[prismarts]

14. "I'm eternally yours, sweetheart" ^~^

Hi hello yes but I think this is the Douxilly thing ever-

Eternally Yours

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE PROMPT BAB 💙💙💙

Plot: Douxie and Illy settle in the night after their wedding ceremony.

Notes: Takes place in an alternate (not canon to ROTT) future, THEY GOT MARRIED, This is like...the night after all the wedding celebrations and aaaaaa, Douxie x OC, Canon x OC, FLUFF SOFT FLUFF, someday I will do a whole wedding fic but nfuregue for now here-

Trigger warnings: Brief implications of sex, mentions of alcohol. That should be it but let me know if I miss something.

Word count: 900 words

Tags: @stuck-in-arcadia @alovesongshewrote @furblrwurblr @slowpokenz @mxcheese @blixeon @generalfandomsofthefreak @valentimmy @marcoofthemoon @sergeantsporks @tales-of-hisirdoux @castle-of-my-dreams @lovedropletsdreams @bernie-the-nugget

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Douxie was taking a deep breath, he was in the bathroom trying to clear his head… maybe it had been a mistake to have champagne at the reception…he hadn’t drunk in a while.

No matter…he just needed to freshen up. As he splashed his face with cold water, he caught sight of his ring… a blue stone glowing on his ring finger, the ring itself made of a dark magical branch and a single leaf, enchanted to last lifetimes…

He felt his heart racing in his chest as a smile overtook his face.. He couldn’t believe it, after centuries of traveling the world and trying to earn his staff. Centuries of being in love only to break it off or never staying from the mere thought of him being immortal… he was married to the love of his life.

It felt so nice…

It felt unreal to him…

But the ring was the proof, the ring that Illy made for him was on his finger and he spent a good moment longer just admiring it…to let it sink in for his beating heart. Once he mostly has that sunk in, he turns to the pajamas he brought in with him. “Right…I need to change..”, He mumbled softly.

Once he changed into his pajamas, he left the makeshift quite modern looking bathroom in the….mostly medieval looking master bedroom. Thank goodness for magic and Akiridion tech, they were able to make these sorts of renovations..

He spotted his newly wed wife sitting on the bed, seeming to fidget with the ends of her hair which was now down from the elaborate bun she had for their ceremony. She has a sleeveless light blue nightgown on, her wings gently folded against her back as she sat.

“Hello, my darling wife…”

Douxie said with a soft tone of voice as he reached down to carefully squish her cheeks in his hands, letting out a soft chuckle as her cheeks turn a shade of red at the new term of affection.

He stared at her with so much love, how turquoise eyes seemed to sparkle like stars, the way her smile, at the moment decorated with red lipstick lit up the whole room and the adorable freckles decorating her red cheeks.

His heart was leaping…

She was so beautiful to him….and he loved her so so much.

He hadn't realized…or maybe he did and merely enjoyed, how Illy seemed to stare back at him with the same if not even more love…

"H..hi…"

She mumbled softly, slowly standing up as she carefully leaned against him. Almost burying her face against his chest but instead just leaning her whole body against him. One of her hands reaching out to trace the magical rune tattoos all over his arms..

And he shivered at the contact, smiling widely at how affectionate she was..

"Everything alright, fluturaș?..."

"Mhm…I..just….I can't believe today was real…I..I can't believe it…we actually got married…we're married Douxie!"

The hushed excitement coming from her made the both of them giddy, coupled with how physically close they are… it was like heaven..

But Douxie pulled back for a moment, he had to… so he could carefully lean down and press the softest kiss against her lips. Arms gently wrapped around her as he carefully but successfully lifted her up.

Gently pressing her against him, he could feel her small butterfly wings flutter just above where his arms were holding her close. They were glowing from how loved she felt.

They could both feel their hearts racing in their chests as they finally pulled away from their kiss, soft pants escaping them as they leaned their foreheads together for a brief moment.

"I…I love you..so much Douxie.." Illy said, so much affection in that hushed declaration that it made his heart absolutely melt.

He twirled her around in his arms for a moment, relishing in the giggle that escaped her. Before carefully getting them both back onto the bed. Laying down on his back and carefully positioning his wife to lay down above him.

Their hearts still racing in their chests…

He heard her giggle as he opened his eyes to look at her, golden hazel yet green eyes staring into turquoise ones…

He saw her giggle and laugh…

He adores it…

He adores and loves her so so much..

"Y..you…I..I smudged my lipstick all over your lips… I'm s..so sorry Douxie I-" She said giggling, reaching her hand out in an attempt to wipe it off…

Until she heard it..

"I love you…so so much…… I'm eternally yours, sweetheart…."

It was a hushed declaration… but with so much love in his voice..

She teared up, effectively smudging what little make up was still somewhat intact…still he found her to be just as stunning as she did in her wedding dress…walking down the aisle…if not maybe even more so…

"Oh fluturaș.."

"I….i love you too…s..so so much.."

He carefully lifted his torso up, if only to cup her soft cheeks with his hands pulling her in for a passionate loving kiss, the two carefully leaning on each other…

They showed all their love for each other that night, passionate kisses and caresses….hands carefully and lovingly exploring each other's bodies…

That night…all that mattered was each other…. And that was…everything they could have ever wished for..

[dethkomic]

Is Abigail gonna eventually make an appearance here?

Man I want Abigail to be in Dethkomic so bad it's unreal. But, at the time this story is taking place with regards to canon, we're two seasons too early and I don't have anything written that requires a flash-forward.

However.

You'll see at the end there is room for me to continue a lot of threads I've started. I've actually already come close to having the backbones of a story treatment which would continue into the seasons we've seen since the Baen-Shee story was penned (which was also before season 2 wrapped) as well as span the major events of my old AU, here. In fact, of the original fanfics I wrote, all 6 of them were mostly completed before season 3 began. I think I was literally writing the last chapters of the last book when we hit the mid-season break, in fact. So a lot has happened canonically that I think would be awesome to explore.

Things I'm considering:

The Dethkomic sequel happens, canonically, after the movie: This is the biggest "what if" on the table, possibly. I am looking at a possible break after Chapter 4 which might take us to the time after the movie has premiered, so that'd certainly allow for a good amount of breathing room, but I have a feeling if I do want to continue these stories, I'm going to want to do so sooner than that and hey... who the hell knows what'll happen during the finale? Still, Abigail would likely make an appearance.

The Dethkomic sequel happens sometime after Season 3 and before Doomstar: My favorite option for including Abigail and a whole butt-ton of lore that we've learned. Especially if I wrote it as happening after Charles' big reveal about the Church of the Black Klok and all that. Especially-especially because in writing my fics all those years ago, we only knew that *something* was going on with ol' CFO's interactions with some supernatural craziness, and no details. With a few of those blanks filled in, I'd have a lot of fun merging old stories and speculation with what's come about since.

Or, you know... it could also just be a huge pain in the ass. Still, this is probably my favorite idea of the three.

And finally... The Dethkomic sequel(s) happen(s) as a series of flashbacks: Post-Doomstar, maybe post-movie, but Abigail is getting caught up on things that happened before she was involved with the band. This idea came as a means of tying my follow-up fics together into a sort of clip-show, and I'd likely do them as one-shots, and each one not nearly as long as Dethkomic. Appealing for how "complete" I could make something, but feels kinda cheap at the same time. An idea I'm not disregarding, but my least favorite so far.

But yeah, in all three aspects, we're looking at including Abigail and a lot of other characters we've met from Season 3, onward. Up until a few months ago, I wasn't even sure I'd go into sequel territory (beyond Harmonic Odyssey, that is), but the series has maintained its popularity to a point where people are starting to ask about things that I can't explain in 80 pages or so... and I'm motivated and would really like to explore them.

Also, I realize this was probably way more than you cared to know, OP, but, hey! There ya go :)

Thank you for the question! Dethkomic loves you!

[serenityseventeen]

♪ The Last Day of Summer With You

Dino/Lee Chan : Firefly Meadow

Chan groaned in exhaustion as he continued walking down the dirt road with you on his back.

On the way up the hill, you had tripped over a thick tree branch and sprained your ankle, which was to you, a complete disappointment. You had waited until the last day of summer to take him to a forest meadow to see fireflies only for an unplanned disaster to occur.

“Just a bit more,” You said quietly, after hearing Chan's exhausted breaths. Even though you got hurt and felt bad for having Chan carry you, you wanted to desperately see the lightning bugs. You rested your head on his shoulder and said, “I told you that you don't have to carry me all the way over here, I could walk.”

Chan, despite being quite obvious about the fact that his energy was getting drained, smiled and chuckled. “It's okay. If that sprain was not enough for you to go back, I'm just going to trust you that there's something beautiful up here,” Chan replied, looking ahead. He could see the dirt path slowly fade to just green grass.

It was getting dark and if you had to estimate, you would guess that it was probably around 9 pm. The way up wasn't easy but now that you two have reached a certain point, it was quite easy to tell that the floor was evening out. Trees were surrounding the path and Chan felt a bit skeptical about the place as he looked around.

He didn't know about the fireflies yet.

As you two traveled further away from your car that was parked at the street nearby, deeper into the forest, you could see hints of the destination approaching. You found this place when you were following a rabbit while you were young, and though you've always somewhat hated the look of bugs, whenever you saw fireflies, you'd get reminded that everything ugly in life still had beauty in it.

You wanted to share this special place, that you were sure no one knew of, with the most special person in the world. You wanted to thank Chan for being the kindest, most loving, caring, and helpful boyfriend. Through thick and thin, snowy storms and sunny weather, Chan was always there by your side. Now that another summer with him was about to pass by, you wanted to tell him how special he was.

While he continued to walk, you took out your phone and turned on the flashlight, making sure that it was bright enough to light up the night. Then, in a reassuring voice, you told him, “I have a small surprise for you, do you mind if I cover your eyes?”

“Cover my eyes??” Chan was taken aback by the question but he knew that if he wanted a good surprise, he had to at least follow your conditions but even so, Chan tilted his head doubtingly. “How long will you cover them for?”

You estimated how long it would take for Chan to walk to the firefly heaven, and concluded, “Around 30 seconds? Just keep walking forward, the path onward is flat but the grass is tall.”

As your hands went on to cover Chan's eyes, he adjusted his grip and your position on his back with a little jump and continued.

Of course, Chan was terrified. As if walking in a forest during the late evening wasn't scary enough, he had to walk with his eyes covered. Sometimes, he would even become paranoid, thinking that he'd be carrying a ghost or something, so he'd always ask you something and hear your warm responses to chase away the fear.

The meadow was like a clearing in the forest. The grass gradually grew taller and there weren't many trees anymore, only one or two in the middle of the field.

At first, you were afraid that the glowing bugs wouldn't be there, or if there were, there wouldn't be many, since fireflies were primarily present during late spring to early summer. You did know, however, that sometimes fireflies could live on or have twinkling bottoms a bit later in the humid weather. You just had to hope that there were some.

With a soft sigh, you looked down at the meadow.

More disappointment. You should have checked for fireflies the day prior. You felt stupid for not doing so.

There was nothing.

No twinkling bugs, no fairyland.

With a sigh, your hands slipped off of Chan's eyes.

“We're too late. The fireflies are gone.”

“Fireflies? What fireflies?” Chan asked. You let yourself down and while hopping on one leg, you took a hold of the tree behind you. The bark was rather smooth rather than rough.

“In the summer, there are fireflies here. I should have taken you here earlier, at the beginning of summer, not at the end...” You looked down, plucking a piece of long grass and fidgeting with it, feeling that everything had been ruined. You continued to mutter, “I wanted to make it special so that you could know that you're special to me.”

Chan felt his heart smile. “Well, it's okay, we don't need to see fireflies... I don't like bugs anyway.”

He had a joking tone, meant for you to laugh, and he didn't fail at that. You just found yourself chortling at what he said because you knew it was somewhat sincere.

“The fireflies are really beautiful,” You commented, looking ahead at the darkness of the forest. “I will make sure to take you here again to see them.”

“I'll wait for that then, but you don't need to wait to tell me that you adore me,” Chan replied, putting his arm around your shoulders to help you stabilize and comfort you. “I mean, you already make me feel special everyday. Who needs lightning bugs? You're already the sun of my world, I don't need anything else.”

You chuckled softly and confessed, “I thought you were gonna say that I was already like a lightning bug, but fortunately, you called me the sun instead.”

Chan chuckled and looked forward, where in the distance, he saw the faint blink of a neon yellowish light with a tint of green.

You dropped your head, and commented quietly, “Still, I think we wasted our time coming up here.”

There was a silence of words as Chan stared at the firefly, subconsciously reaching his hand out toward it. It flew rhythmically, from left to right, high to low, eventually landing on Chan's hand. You were staring at the ground, still bummed, when you felt a slight tap on your shoulder.

You looked up and were met with a cute little beetle. The bottom of the beetle was glowing and its little light was somehow enough. You and Chan looked at each other, amazed at the little beauty. You both smiled, your eyes reflecting the bug's neon glow, your eyes following it as it flew off into the distance.

“I think the climb was worth it,” Chan said, turning to you. He took your hand and gave it a soft kiss. “We got to see a firefly like what you wanted.”

“That's not what I wanted, I wanted a whole pack of them. It would have made this meadow light up like a magical land!” You smiled as you complained, knowing that you felt satisfied.

Chan clapped his hands together. “I've never seen a firefly up close but it looked and made this land so magical, it almost felt unreal. Anyway, I'm happy to have come here with you. It felt special.”

You smiled, chuckling at your boyfriend's simple but sincere words. You could tell that not one of his words was an exaggeration even if it did seem like it since the sentences were so brazen.

“Thank you,” Chan said, brushing his thumb across your hand softly.

You didn't know how to respond. You just felt euphoric at the beautiful moment, making it seem like a hundred fireflies were lighting up the place brilliantly when there was only darkness and the flashlight from your phone as a light source.

You felt thankful to that one lightning bug that was like a blessing.

Noticing the shifting weather, Chan slipped his hand away from your shoulder, walked in front of you, and crouched down. You couldn't see his face but you were sure that he was smiling as he said the next sentence in a gentle voice.

“Climb on, honey, let's head back.”

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© serenityseventeen

a/n: Today's IN THE SOOP ep made me cry- I cried when Seungkwan and Chan had their talk at the Tarp Zone because that was so wholesome and just so- beautiful to see them care for each other... But then I must've looked crazy because after that, I began laughing when they began reminiscing their past lol (and why are they so effortlessly funny lol) + I need to get that Dino fic done... I don't want to work on many things simultaneously, I can see the end!! + And guys- what if- what if i become a dinonara!?!? considering switching my bias to dino, sorry wonu... but I might not change??

[colour-outside-the-liness]

Okay, so... We're getting closer to their "first kiss". Can you tell us when Dani will see some things about their sex life? I mean... Something on her phone, maybe something she reads in her diary...

Also, I was thinking about something. Dani is jealous sometimes and she shows that she's kinda afraid of loosing Jamie. When they became more intimacy moments (not sex, but just kisses, things getting hot), Dani will try to rush things because she's afraid of Jamie not being interested if they don't have sex? Of course this is about her being insecure considering everything she's been through.

Last thing... Any hopes for them going to the beach of something? It would be nice to see Dani trying to not look at Jamie 😂

You're getting so close to the first kiss now it's unreal!! I really hope you like it when you read it!! Dani is gonna see things on her phone and talk to Jamie about them very soon!! I really like this idea and think it's definitely possible Dani would feel this way but she's also very scared that she won't be good in bed and that's a worry for her too so while she is scared of losing Jamie and wants to keep her interested she doesn't wanna rush too much and end up not being good enough for Jamie- which obviously isn't going to happen but Dani is very scared of this possibility. I am trying to work that out, but with how the story is set out right now it's March and in the UK the weather in march isn't always the best so they wouldn't really be able to go to the beach much. I will have them going to the beach if I can work it out because I do love the idea of Dani having a hard time not looking at Jamie but the weather in England is hardly nice enough to just wear a bikini or anything like that in March, so that might have to happen a little later on in the fic when it would be summer ☺️