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what i'd give, what i'd sacrifice

Summary: beautiful, even for only one night.

Jade Leech x Reader

Perhaps, Jade thinks, engraving this memory for it to last an eternity, tonight could make way for something more, if you would allow it.

He’s not entirely sure either of you are ready, knows quite clearly that no one ever will be, that there are risks and problems and wounds that may never heal, and that pain has never been something you could endure, could never manage to hide.

But.

“Even if it is only once,” Jade smiles, that small, hopeful though miniscule voice in his head whispering treacherously, that your hand fits perfectly in his. “Will you be willing?”

Your answer comes quickly, as though unbidden, puts the butterflies in his stomach in a frenzy.

“Of course.”

The regret, however hideous it may be, shall come after, but this moment will not be tainted.

“Just for tonight.”

But tonight is long and serene, as if the stars in the night sky themselves were trying to preserve this last chance, and not once do you pull away. You smile and laugh and sing, allowing Jade to lead the dance, no matter how silly and wistful it gets.

The stars are reflected in the ocean where you twirl, never letting go of Jade's hand. He smiles, just enough for you to see, and the dull ache in your heart makes itself known once more when specks of orange slowly fill the sky.

The moon is bright and full, and it is saying its last farewells. But there is no goodbye between you and him.

Perhaps it was wishful thinking, that tonight was not yet over. Perhaps it was Jade himself, who couldn't bring himself to even think of it, of what will happen after, and the days moving forward.

If he could even be able to move forward after tonight.

But when he looks at you again, truly looks at you, this time, there is a resolute will hidden behind the layers of fondness you were willing to show for just this moment.

And really, how could Jade ever deny that?

Promises, no matter how bitter it makes him feel, even if it leaves ashes in his tongue, shall forever be kept.

Thus is the fate he has sworn to live through.

“Jade,” you say, and you think you'll hate it for eternity, how resigned your voice sounded. “The sun is up.”

Jade smiles.

“It has, hasn't it?” and slowly, he lets go of your hand.

Tonight has ended.

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masterlist.

➵ heartslabyul.

➵ savanaclaw.

➵ octavinelle.

➵ scarabia.

➵ pomefiore.

➵ ignihyde.

➵ diasomnia.

➵ rsa.

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RSA

chenya.

neige leblanche.

scenario. singing fem! s/o a lullaby to sleep

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diasomnia.

malleus draconia.

lilia vanrouge.

for the forsaken

solace in the night

scenario. fem! s/o steals his coat

scenario. giving fem! s/o a gift

until we turn to ashes

silver.

scenario. fem! s/o who can manipulate light

scenario. fem! s/o with wings

scenario. study date with fem! s/o

sebek zigvolt.

a chase on loop

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ignihyde.

idia shroud.

ortho shroud.

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pomefiore.

vil schoenheit.

scenario. fem! s/o who can manipulate light

rook hunt.

in a hunter's eyes

epel felmier.

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scarabia.

kalim al-asim.

here for you

scenario. dying s/o

to conquer a heart

jamil viper.

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octavinelle.

azul ashengrotto.

fall into his arms

to foresee a contract

scenario. day in the beach with fem! reader

jade leech.

seal it with a kiss

hc. pining jade

this coming yule

a promise that lasts

despite what we thought, and what we wanted

all we had, all we ever will be

what i'd give, what i'd sacrifice

floyd leech.

your love, my heart

scenario. fem! mc's last day in twst with floyd

a promise that lasts

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savanaclaw.

leona kingscholar.

ruggie bucchi.

amidst the storm inside your head

jack howl.

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heartslabyul.

riddle rosehearts.

of midnights and memories

scenario. singing fem! s/o a lullaby to sleep

scenario. giving fem! s/o a gift

trey clover.

pining trey and fem! s/o

cater diamond.

to live in a lie

in the distance you stayed, in the gap i left

ace trappola.

scenario. argument to making up

deuce spade.

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in the distance you stayed, in the gap i left

Summary: and if I could pretend we're doing better, I would. but I can't.

Cater Diamond x Reader

I AM,,, SO RUSTY GOMEN 🏃🏃🏃

“You're leaving,” the weight of the words left Cater frozen, hand stopping robotically and with an inhale sharp enough he swears it's as if the air is piercing his lungs.

“Yeah,” he answers, simply, back still turned to you. He hopes his voice doesn't sound as shaky as he feels.

“And you didn't tell me?” you didn't sound accusing—Cater sincerely hoped you weren't—and your voice felt soft, feather light. He can't bring himself to look at you, doesn't want to know what kind of expression you're making. He knows it'll hurt, regardless, always.

Cater fights back the urge to gulp. “Sorry, kinda forgot about it,” it's a lie, it's a lie, and he thinks you may know this, have some sort of inkling. He pushes down the thought and wills it away.

“You're leaving,” you say again, a hint of—amusement?—Cater wants to turn around. He can't bring himself to turn around.

He staggers forwards, feeling your arms wrap around him from behind, head buried in his back.

Oh.

Cater looks up, his eyes starting to sting.

You were shaking.

“And you forgot to tell me.”

“I mean,” he tries to laugh it off, and his voice ends with a strained sound, like he was about to cry. He felt like he might. “It's not like we're not going to see each other forever, right?”

“We'll still chat, call, or whatever else… See pics from magicam, yeah?” slowly, shakily, he places a hand on top of yours, feeling the tension seep away just a tiny bit with your warmth. “I'm not… We're not going to forget each other.”

At least, he hoped this time, far more than he did before.

That was the scariest part, the inevitable one, falling in love with you.

He thinks this parting will leave a scar so deep, so unlike the bland, almost colorless relationships he's had in the past.

When he left, he couldn't look you in the eye.

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until we turn to ashes

Summary: no one walks away from war a winner.

Lilia Vanrouge x Reader

was gonna go for the jamil and malleus stans but aug announcement dropped so now l word stans need to suffer with me

The dread of war was strong, prevalent in all corners, but not something Lilia wasn't familiar with. He had seen it more than once, how houses burned, how children cried, how people ran straight to death, leaving behind the lingering curse of their regrets.

Lilia had lived through it, the war, and lost everything he had as it left.

The smiles of people now forgotten, buried beneath his feet, the soil he walked on. It brings a pain like no other, like clinging remnants of black magic, and refuses to cease nor lighten its load through the years.

If anything, the burden of living, and barely forgetting, only grows heavier with each passing moment, each time he opens his eyes and finds himself breathing and so, so tired, but alive, each time he walks down the worn path and stops in front of graves stretched out as far as the eyes can see.

Each time he looks at you, and finds himself longing for you, even when Lilia knows he shouldn't, even when the price of loving will always fall on him.

“I don't think,” he starts, kneeling down to place flowers on a grave by the far back, away from the rest and near a large tree, offering him protection from the blazing sun. “That I have ever learned my lesson.”

Lilia had met a human, once, during the war from so long ago, when he was still so young and naive, and so full of resentment. They were fragile, weak, so easy to crush with just a flick of his finger. At least, that's what he'd thought then.

“I fell in love with you again, my dear.”

For someone who's lived as long as Lilia, what was it that's left in the mortal plane that makes him stay? Keeps him from letting go, even when he's tired and he no longer had a definite purpose? What questions were left unanswered, to him, to somebody who's seen far too much, if there was even any left?

“I'm sorry,” Lilia smiled, a hand reaching forward to steal one aster from the bouquet, never faltering even as the droplets of rain hit him with full force, rarely blocked by the branches of the tree.

To someone who's lived as long as Lilia, there were only regrets that followed his footsteps.

“You liked carnations more, didn't you?”

When Lilia looks at his reflection in a puddle that formed, he turns away quickly, walking away from the distorted figure, whose eyes have turned dark and fire dimmed.

The way back to the Valley of Thorns wasn't long by any means, but the stray souls of the dead weighs on Lilia like nothing else. It makes its presence known in the corner of his eyes, in his shadow, in anything dark that threatens to rip him apart.

Lilia was drained, but you filled him up until he was whole and so much more.

At least, that's what it feels like now.

You're going to leave again, he thinks, when he comes back, finds you asleep on the couch with little Silver and Sebek in your arms, Malleus reading on a love seat near the fireplace. And I won't be able to handle it, again.

You stir awake, blinking back the sleepiness behind your eyes when Lilia moves to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and smiled.

“Welcome back.”

But you will always be home.

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Heewoo! I’m so glad that you’re taking requests 🥺 can I please have a seperate scenarios for Lilia & Riddle where their s/o receives a gift from them then she proceeds to smother them with kisses because of how happy she is.

Thank you and have a good day!

The smile on your face was unlike any other, and Lilia chuckles at the sight. He lets you cup his cheeks, lets you pull him closer, grins when you pepper his face with kisses. He didn’t think he’d ever feel this way again, yet his treacherous heart beats rapidly against his ribs, feels butterflies flutter in his stomach, as he had been in his younger years, so, so blissfully oblivious to how far and wide the world was.

“You like it that much?” he asks, even when he knows the answer, loves hearing you laugh and plant a kiss on his lips.

“Of course,” another kiss. “Especially since it’s from you.”

In his opinion, however, your smile was better than any gift he could ever give.

Riddle wasn't exactly used to affection, even after months of dating and sharing words of endearment. He's had his vulnerable, fond moments with you, yes, but Riddle doesn't think he'll ever get used to your kisses, in the most positive sense.

“You're really happy,” he states, cheeks flushed red and smile wide as he lets himself be pulled closer and kissed again, and again, and again. He'd thought of the gift in passing, wondering if you'd like it—lies, he'd thought about it long and hard—but he didn't expect you to be this happy from receiving it.

You giggle, your delight radiating off of you in waves. “The gift is from you, after all.”

This time, Riddle can't help but be the one who pulls you in for another kiss.

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