#✧ ❝i feel like i could forget both the pain i endured and the tears that followed❞ ✧ hikaru

[dollfaced-erin]

can i request something about jing yuan being domestic with your dc!reader and yanqing 🥹 like maybe he comes home to his seemingly empty house and he reminisces on the many years he spent alone after the hcq fell apart + reader fell into a deep slumber until he spots you both in the garden, with yanqing asleep on your lap/shoulder and you basking in the silence and jing yuan realizes that even though things will never go back to the way they were before, he'd be more than glad to start anew with you and cherish all the time he has with you (+ yanqing who you've both taken under your wing!!)

A/n : -

HELP THIS IS TOO SWEET ? I CANNOT BRAIN ?!?! i have finally finished my exams and is now a free woman for a month WEEHEE ! i'll do my best with catching on withthe requests and the current storyline ! have you guys played penacony ? i only played a bit and whoa was it BEAUTIFUL ?! btw, Dan Jia was subjected to her shell before Dan Feng's molting rebirth, and cracked not long after Dan Heng was exiled from the xianzhou.

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Day by day passed, and he felt as if not one of them held a single significant meaning to his soul. He had long died in the past, though his body lived on in a shell immortal to time and corrosion…

He had long felt joyous emotions before those dreaded days approached. The days…where he had lost his comrades…one by one without a shred of mercy from any deity with powers no matter how much he begged, cried, broke at the demise of his loved ones.

What use was a large house when there was no one to brighten it up...? To him, it was merely a structure, might even be considered a store where he keeps all valuables and merely comes to rest before leaving, day after day.

He couldn't bare to remember the pain he felt deep in his heart when he heard of the news of the passing of his friend. In a long, arduous and almost fruitless battle against the Denizens of Abundance, his friend had sacrificed herself in summoning the deity…The Hunter of Worlds…Lan. Being struck down by one of the divine arrows raining from the sky, all that was left was mere droplets of blood…and a tuft of her soft lavender hair.

He couldn't dare think about the betrayal he felt in his heart, etching deep within his being when he realized the sins his friends had committed. An arrogant man…colluding with the proud dragon in creating a life of he deceased, even sacrificing their mutual beloved in the process.

He didn't ever endure nights without nightmares, where his own companion was infected with life beyond death, tainted with the curse of immortality from the flesh of an emanator of abundance. The pain of the sounds of bones cracking and flesh tearing to recreate the man in his younger ages time and time again, before he fled the lands to a planet barren of life…

He couldn't forget the feeling of burden on his shoulders, watching as his legendary mentor be reduced to a mind insane in plagued with rampaging mara that caused her to commit crimes beyond her comprehension, reducing her title from the General to a mere felon that had escaped in the night where the moon was high and full above their heads, pale like the color of her hair.

He could never forget the burden he felt slumped on his shoulders, a full world on him as he upheld the position of his mentor, and sentenced his own friend to molten rebirth, listening to the cries of the dragon who yearned for the body of his sister, injured and subdued due to his own stupid and selfish actions.

He couldn't ignore the searing sensation he felt in his chest when he brought the limp body of the woman he loved, who had grown alongside him, who had been with them through thick and thin in the shadows, back to her shell to heal and reform anew.

As he trudged through the silent halls of his home, feeling somewhat empty, his tired golden eyes wandered around. He looked at the beautiful ornaments and art that decorated the house, that was until he noticed an open door on his right, the sliding door that led to the courtyard of his manor.

He was a little confused at first, before his golden eyes shone with remembrance and a tugging at his heart that led him to walk towards that opening. He didn't know what he'd see there, but he had a feeling he knew.

The general of the Luofu leaned against the doorframe as he admired the sight before him.

A sight he would give anything to protect. A sight that he would never forsake or take for granted with every fiber of his being. A sight that he would never dare forget no matter how much Mara would strike him in his future years...

He knew deep in his heart that she would be different when she was reborn…and the same goes for her brother. Perhaps they would lead new lives, lives that would never intersect with his ever again.

He thought he was ready to forget her in his memories, but that would be as if deleting a piece in the complicated puzzled. Incomplete.

That was until her shell broke again, where the Pearl Keepers immediately contacted the Seat of Divine Foresight…

"This…cant be." Jing Yuan gasped softly as he knelt before the body that was hatched from its shell.

Upon normal circumstances and past experience, the body cracked from the Vidyadhara pearl would conceive a new individual, where the waters would wash away their past and their sins as they carried new names and led new lives…

But this wasn't it…

Before him was a young woman instead of a child, bare and naked in front of him, eyes closed and unmoving. He reached a hand, and felt that her body was deathly cold, but he felt warmth from her nose as she inhaled and exhaled softly.

She had the same horns…the same skin tone…the same feel…the same size…!

It was her…Dan Jia. Dan Jia had been reborn in a shell similar to her past, almost similar to Dan Heng who had intentionally underwent Molten Rebirth and attained his younger form, not being reborn as a full grown adult !

"This must've been the result of the lacking process of the Transmutation Arcanum…" One of the Preceptors noted. "Before his demise, Imbibator Lunae Dan Feng had already announced his heir, a girl in the future named Bailu."

The egg was still small, not yet of its time…

"An abomination, lacking the Dragon Heart…" another elder said, shaking his head. "The heart was already ripped out of Saltator Lunae Dan Jia, so why is she still retaining the form of her former self ?"

Little did Jing Yuan know that they had messed up the Molten Rebirth, resulting in a flaw in Dan Feng's incarnation, and automatically jeopardizing the rebirth of Dan Jia. Those two were still connected, even in near death…

"Bring her to the jurisdiction of the Ten-Lords Commission." Jing Yuan said sternly, holding Dan Jia's reformed body in his arms to preserve her modesty, as if he hadn't let loose the tears he had been keeping in for so long.

His eyes were red rimmed as he embraced the body of his beloved, tears still trickling down as the aftermath of him crying in joy, knowing he wasn't quite alone in this life.

That...was the first change that had happened through his dark days.

Though his life was slightly troubled with bidding off an old friend formed anew, wishing off the young teen a happier life, away from the mistakes of his former incarnation.

The teen too wished him happier and brighter days. He wished he could say the same for himself, and the universe seemed to be smiling upon him after the challenges life had thrown to his shoulders.

Everyday seemed to be better now, routine, even. Ever since Dan Jia was released from the Ten-Lords Commission, a room was built for her, in tribute to the sleeping dragon that never stirred awake. She was hovering between life and death, with no actual signs of waking up, but also no signs of succumbing to death. She was just...in a dormant state.

"Perhaps the shock of suddenly taking away her heart had really hit her with the blow she didn't expect..." One of the judges said, looking at the young woman's body that rested in a room similar to a display room one would find in a museum, housing only the most valuable and precious items.

Which...was partially true.

Jing Yuan looked around the large room. It had red pillars holding it up, and banners with celestial wordings scribed into them, giving a light golden shine. The path from the door was carpeted with a precious red fabric, leading it up to a small platform, a couple steps high.

And there...lay a large glass box, with beautiful ice flowers filling it's depths, illuminating the dark room with a calming shade of blue, a lighter color of the horns of the individual resting in the coffin.

This...was a beautiful box, Jing Yuan thought as he reached a hand in, and gathered silky locks of (h/c) in his hand, bringing it close to his lips as he kissed it.

Everyday...he would go to work, then stay with (Y/n) for a while, talking to her about everyday, having lunch or dinner by her side as he basked in the peaceful silence. Then he would return home for the day, and the cycle would repeat.

That was until one fateful night, where he had heard knocking.

As he groggily trudged his way to the door, he was aware of his surroundings. Who was it bothering him such late into the night...?

And there he saw it...a young child crying softly in its bassinet, little arms reaching out towards whoever had stumbled upon him.

Jing Yuan's heart melted, wrenching in guilt and sorrow as he bent down and collected the little child in his arms. The little infant soon stilled, finding the beating of Jing Yuan's heart in his chest soothing and comforting and lulling the young child to sleep.

He honestly didn't know how to deal with the child, even after days of exhausting his resources to find the boy's parents.

"I don't know what to do, Dan Jia." Jing Yuan sighed as he leaned against the coffin, closing his eyes as he pondered about his choices and decisions.

"I know if it were you...you'd find it in both mind and heart to bring the child in, adopting him..." Jing Yuan said, trailing off before the idea actually struck him in the chord.

"Adopting...him...?" He repeated softly and wondered to himself as memories came back flooding to him. During the days where his own master brought him in to train him as a child.

His...very own retainer. Just as he was for Jingliu...

But would he be able to do it...?

He'd just have to give it a try. Besides, there were people around him that were able to help him, like the Foxian servants that lingered in his manor. Perhaps he could also task them with taking care of the child.

"But...what should I name him then ?" He wondered again, lifting his head off the edge of the beautiful box of eternity and looking at the young slumbering woman inside, the very definition of elegance and grace with traits of altruism and devotion.

"I wish he would have the same poise and patience you do. And at a young age...I will teach him the ropes of becoming my retainer, destined for greatness of someone with position and power. I would teach him to never abuse his power, to be kind and honest like you..."

He reached a hand in, stroking her cold cheek that was still soft to the touch, thinking of possible elements he wanted to name the young boy as. Something...something special...

Something like (Y/n) and the ice flowers around her. Something that connected both of them. Something they had in common. Something only he would know the reason behind.

Then it hit him. The general smiled warmly as he gazed at the sleeping dragon, a brilliant idea coming to mind.

"It's official." He said lovingly, smiling warmly. "I'll name him Yanqing. Yan...after your elegance, and Qing after our matching high-ranking official titles."

Thus was born the child of frost, named Yanqing. The son he raised by his own, keeping Dan Jia's principles close to his heart to raise a young man that had inherited both their traits.

He smiled warmly, crossing over his arms with a chuckle leaving his lips as he watched (Y/n) lean against the ancient tree that sprouted tall and high in the middle of the courtyard, her horns perched on her head shining with the light that passed through the shade provided by the tree's thick canopy of leaves. She was sleeping, her beautiful eyes closed as she rested against the tree, a young child curled up on her lap.

Yanqing had laid his head on (Y/n)'s lap, probably exhausted from another full day of training and mastering the art of ice with (Y/n) and the power to control his swords with his mind. His blonde locks fell and covered his forehead as he snuggled close to (Y/n), a hand of the dragon lady lovingly placed on his shoulder as he rested on her lap.

Another hand of (Y/n)'s was perched on Mimi's thick and luscious mane. Mimi was curled on (Y/n)'s other side, finding solace in the young woman's cold presence from the smoldering heat. The proud feline placed its head on its paws, large head nuzzled into the side of (Y/n)'s thigh, purring softly as it lounged around with the duo.

Right...he wasn't alone anymore. All those years of loneliness and darkness were gone, left behind him.

These two before him...were his light in the darkness.

He smiled warmly at the duo before him.

Jing Yuan knew that he was happy in his past, where the High Cloud Quintet were prime in their era. But he would do anything to live in this moment, gazing at his beloved who held his child close, caring for him like her own kin.

Though things would never return to as they were, he was more than glad to tread on his future days with the woman he loved and the child he raised.

"I love you." The white-haired man whispered as he kissed (Y/n)'s forehead as he caressed Yanqing's golden hair.

"I love you both so much."

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[thewulf]

A Safe Place || Dallas "Dally" Winston

Summary: Request - Can you do a Dally or Darry x female reader where reader is having a really difficult time at home (mom and dad are kinda like Johnny's parents and beat up physically and mentally on reader?)... Read Rest Here

A/N: As long as I live I will forever write The Outsiders. Such a unique group to write. This one is tough but I really love it!

Pairing: Dallas "Dally" Winston x Female Reader (Johnny Cade Sister)

Word Count: 3.3k +

TW: ABUSE, talks of abuse, hitting, bruises, cuts, blood, threats of violence, general Outsiders warnings

As you stumbled through the door of the Curtis household the entire greaser gang turned to look at you. Their expressions shifting from surprise to concern in an instant. Dally was the first to react, his eyes widening in realization as he took in the extent of your injuries.

"Jesus, what happened to you?" Dally's voice was gruff but there was an underlying edge of worry as he approached you. His movements were surprisingly gentle as he took in your battered appearance. His usually stern expression softened which revealed a glimpse of the concern that lurked beneath his tough exterior.

You could feel the weight of their stares. Their unspoken questions hanging heavy in the air. It was clear that they were shocked by the state you were in, and the realization only made you feel more vulnerable. Because for as bad as you felt you just knew you looked 10 times worse. It wasn’t the first time he’d laid hands on you, but it was the first time he didn’t seem to want to stop.

"I-I... I had a run-in with my old man," you managed to choke out. Your voice was barely above a whisper as you fought to hold back the tears brimming at the edge of your eyes. You’d done so good escaping it was suddenly catching up to you what you had just gone through. The words tasted bitter on your tongue. A painful reminder of the nightmare you couldn't escape.

Steve's jaw clenched tight with anger as he took in your bruised and bloodied face, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "That bastard," he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with rage. "He’s gonna pay for this, I swear."

Dally's expression darkened at your words. His features contorted with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "I'll kill him," he growled, his fists clenched at his sides as he fought to contain the rage simmering just beneath the surface. His words hung heavy in the air as it was a promise of retribution that sent a shiver down your spine. The scary part was that you knew he would kill him given the chance. It was one thing with Johnny… but when he saw you so battered he found a rage not even he knew he had.

Instinctively you flinched at his declaration. The raw intensity in his voice triggering a flood of memories you wished you could forget. You had already endured so much, the wounds—both physical and emotional—still fresh and raw. The thought of more violence only served to deepen the pit of dread that churned in your stomach. Sure, you grew up with the greasers but it never made the violence and threats of it any easier.

As if sensing your reaction Dally's eyes softened with remorse. A pang of guilt flickering across his features. He reached out tentatively, his hand hovering uncertainly over your shoulder before finally making the gentlest contact. He was afraid of the bruises underneath your clothes, the ones he couldn’t see. "Hey," he murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the harshness of his earlier words. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

You blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. For all his tough exterior there was a vulnerability in Dally that few ever got to see. A glimpse of the boy beneath the cocky attitude that he showed all too often. As you looked into his eyes you saw not just the anger and the pain, but also the deep-seated compassion that he tried so hard to conceal. His presence was a balm to your battered soul. A reminder that you were not alone in your struggles.

Dally's sharp gaze hardened as he turned to the group just staring at the scene unfolding before them. "Get the hell out of here if you ain’t gonna be useful," he ordered, his voice firm and commanding. "Give us some space guys." The rest of the gang exchanged uneasy glances before nodding in agreement, understanding the need for solitude in such a vulnerable moment. With one last look of concern, they filed out of the room leaving you and Dally in a cocoon of quiet solidarity.

As Soda made to leave with them Dally stopped him with a firm hand on his arm. "Soda, wait," he said, his voice softer now, filled with urgency. "Get the first aid kit and a warm towel. We need to clean her up." Soda nodded in understanding, a determined look crossing his features as he hurried off to retrieve the supplies.

As Soda hurried off to retrieve the supplies, Dally turned his attention back to you, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "Hang in there, sweetheart," he said softly. His voice laced with reassurance as he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. "We'll get you patched up real quick."

You managed a weak smile. So grateful for his comforting words amidst the raging emotions swirling inside you. Despite the pain and the fear that still lingered there was a sense of relief knowing that you were in capable hands. You were being taken care of the boy who cared deeply for your well-being.

A knowing smile just ghosted over Soda's lips as he returned with the first aid kit and a warm towel. He was silently acknowledging the unspoken bond between you and Dally. He knew how much Dally had loved you for so long. And seeing the two of you together now filled him with a bittersweet sense of pride. He’d never seen Dallas so gentle.

With practiced efficiency, Dally and Soda set to work cleaning and dressing your wounds. Their movements gentle yet purposeful as they tended to each cut and bruise with care. Dally's hands were surprisingly gentle as he worked. A stark contrast to the roughness you had come to expect from him. However, even he wasn’t perfect. There was a moment when Dally accidentally pressed a little too hard on one of your bruises causing you to let out an involuntary yelp of pain. Instantly his expression shifted. A look of sadness crossing his features as he realized his mistake.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he murmured. His voice filled with genuine remorse as he gently pulled back, his hands hovering uncertainly over your injured skin. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll be more careful, I promise."

You could see the sincerity in his eyes. It was layered with a depth of emotion you hadn't seen from him before. A stark reminder that beneath his tough exterior there was that vulnerability he tried so hard to conceal. You saw not just the pain and the regret in his eyes but also the profound sense of care and affection that he held for you.

"It's okay, Dally, really" you reassured him, your voice soft as you reached out to place a comforting hand on his arm. "I know you didn't mean it. I’m so lucky to have you."

His gaze softened at your words. A small flicker of gratitude passing between you as you shared a moment of understanding. Despite the rough edges and the scars that marked his soul there was a gentleness to Dally that few ever got to see. A side of him that he reserved for those he held closest to his heart. A side that only seemed reserved for you.

With a nod of appreciation Dally resumed his careful ministrations. His touch lighter and more cautious than before. And as he worked to tend to your wounds with a renewed focus, you couldn't help but feel a swell of affection for the boy who had always been there for you. Always, no questions asked.

As Dally apologized profusely and you reassured him, Soda noticed the exchange between you two. Sensing the depth of emotion in the room he took a step back giving you and Dally a moment of privacy. There was that knowing look in Soda's eyes, an acknowledgment of the connection between you and Dally. With a subtle nod Soda retreated to give you both some space. His intuition telling him that this was a moment that needed to be shared between just the two of you. As he busied himself with tidying up the first aid supplies before exiting the room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth fill his chest for the two of you.

Once Dally finished tending to your wounds with careful precision a flood of emotions washed over you. Threatening to overwhelm your fragile composure. The physical pain had subsided only to be replaced now by a tidal wave of raw emotion that surged through your veins like a raging river. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you struggled to contain the torrent of feelings that threatened to consume you. It wasn't just the pain of your injuries that brought you to tears, but the weight of everything you had endured, the fear, the loneliness, the relentless cycle of abuse that had plagued your life for so long.

You cried for your little brother, lost and alone in a world that had turned its back on him. Your Johnny. You cried for the father who had betrayed your trust as his fists rained down upon you with a cruelty that knew no bounds. But most of all you cried for Dally, for his unexpected gentleness and the overwhelming sense of safety and comfort that he had provided in your darkest hour.

As you sat with Dally in the quiet intimacy of the room you felt a sense of release wash over you. A cathartic release of pent-up emotion that had been building inside you for far too long. And as the tears flowed freely down your cheeks you knew that you were not alone. That you were loved and cherished by the one person who had always been there for you, offering his unwavering support and understanding in the face of adversity.

As your tears flowed Dally's heart ached with a depth of emotion he had never allowed himself to fully acknowledge before. Without hesitation, he shifted, pulling you fully onto his lap, cradling you against his chest with a tenderness that was so different than his tough exterior. His arms wrapped around you protectively creating a safety that enveloped you both.

He rubbed soothing circles on your back. His touch a comforting reassurance of his unwavering support. In the quietness of the moment, he whispered words of comfort and encouragement. His voice a gentle murmur in the stillness of the room.

Feeling your sobs intensify he tightened his embrace. His hold on you was firm yet gentle as if trying to absorb some of the pain that wracked your body and soul. With each shuddering breath you took he squeezed you tighter. His touch was a silent reassurance that he was there for you. He would never let you face your demons alone.

"You're safe now, sweetheart," he murmured. His breath warm against your ear. "You don't have to be strong all the time. Let it out. I'm here for you."

His words were a lifeline in the darkness, a reminder that you were not alone in your pain. With each gentle stroke of his hand against your back, he offered you solace and understanding, his touch a silent promise of his unwavering support.

"It's okay to cry," he whispered, his voice a gentle murmur in the stillness of the room. "I've got you. I won't let anyone hurt you again, I swear it."

His heart broke for you, for the girl he cared for more deeply than he dared to admit. In that moment, as he held you close, he wished he could take away all the pain and suffering you had endured, to shield you from the cruelties of the world with nothing more than his love.

As time passed your sobs gradually subsided leaving behind a lingering sense of emptiness and exhaustion. In the quiet aftermath of your tears, you took a shaky breath. Your chest still tight with emotion. Dally held you close.

Feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your ear you found solace in the warmth of his embrace. With a heavy sigh you finally found the strength to speak. Your voice trembling with the weight of the words you had kept buried deep within your heart.

"I miss him," you spoke. Your voice barely above a whisper as you spoke of your little brother, lost and alone in a world that had turned its back on him. "I miss Johnny so much it hurts."

Tears welled up in your eyes once more, threatening to spill over as you thought of your brother who had been forced to run away. His pure innocence stolen by the cruelty of the world.

"I miss the way things used to be," you continued. Your voice filled with longing as you spoke of a time before your father's descent into darkness, before the alcohol and the violence tore your family apart. "I miss when my dad wasn't a drunk, when he was still my dad, you know?"

Your words hung heavy in the air, a poignant reminder of the innocence you had lost, of the life that seemed so distant and foreign now. In the safety of Dally's embrace, you allowed yourself to mourn the loss of the past, to grieve for the family that had been torn apart by forces beyond your control.

As you spoke of missing Johnny, Dally's embrace tightened. His arms offering you a sense of strength and stability amidst the chaos of your emotions. His voice was gentle as he responded. His words a quiet reassurance in the face of your pain.

"I know, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "We all miss him. But you know Johnny, he's resourceful as hell. And with Pony by his side? Those two can handle anything."

There was a quiet conviction in Dally's voice. It was a steadfast belief in Johnny's resilience that offered you a glimmer of hope in the darkness. Despite the uncertainty of his fate, you found comfort in Dally's unwavering confidence. He was a reminder that you were not alone in your worries for your brother.

"And your dad..." Dally trailed off, his voice heavy with sympathy as he spoke of the man who had once been your protector, now reduced to a shadow of his former self. "He's not the man you remember, I know. But that ain't your fault, darlin'. None of this is."

His words were a lifeline in the darkness, a reminder that you were not to blame for the sins of your father, that you deserved love and happiness just as much as anyone else. In the safety of his embrace, you allowed yourself to mourn the loss of the past, to grieve for the family that had been torn apart by forces beyond your control.

But even as the tears continued to fall, you knew that you were not alone. That Dally was there for you and always ready to offer his unwavering support and understanding in the face of your pain. As you clung to each other in the quiet darkness you found solace in the simple act of being together.

As your emotions opened you realized your love for him wasn't triggered by a simple moment. But rather by a complex series of events that had been building up over time. It was the culmination of countless conversations, shared moments, and lingering glances that had slowly but surely chipped away at the walls around your heart.

It started with the little things. Like the way he always seemed to know exactly what to say to make you laugh or the way he would brush a strand of hair from your face with a tenderness that took your breath away. It was the late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours of the morning, the whispered confessions and shared secrets that bound you together in ways you couldn't explain. But it was also the bigger moments. The ones that left you reeling with emotion and uncertainty. There was a time you called, and he showed up at your door in the middle of the night. No questions he was there as his face drawn and tired, and you knew without a doubt that he would always be there for you, no matter what.

As you looked into his eyes and saw the depth of his feelings reflected back at you, something shifted inside you. It was as if all the pieces fell into place like a puzzle finally coming together after years of searching. And in that moment, you knew. You knew that you couldn't keep it to yourself any longer, that you had to tell him how you felt, no matter the consequences.

So, you took a deep breath. Steeling yourself for what was to come, and you let the words spill from your lips in a rush of emotion. It was messy and imperfect, but it was real. It was true. And it was exactly what you needed to say.

"I... Dally, I just... I don't even know where to start," you began. Your voice trembling with emotion as you struggled to find the right words. "But I can't keep it in any longer. I think... no, I know I... I love you. Like, really love you."

Your admission hung heavy in the air, a confession so raw and honest that it left you feeling exposed, vulnerable. But as you looked into Dally's eyes, filled with a mixture of surprise and tenderness, you knew that you had made the right decision to speak your truth.

"I know it sounds crazy," you continued, your words tumbling out in a rush. "But it's true. You've always been there for me, through thick and thin. And it's not just because you're always there to clean up my messes or protect me from the world, although you do a damn good job of that. It's because... because I genuinely care about you, Dallas Winston. I care about you more than I ever thought possible. And it scares me sometimes, how much I care."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you bared your soul to him, laying your feelings bare for the world to see. But as you spoke, a sense of relief washed over you, knowing that you had finally spoken the words that had been weighing on your heart for so long.

"And I know it's a lot to take in," you concluded, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I had to tell you. I couldn't keep it to myself any longer."

For a moment, the air felt thick with anticipation. The intensity of your confession hanging between you like a tangible thing. And then as if a switch had been flipped, the hardness in Dally's eyes melted away. Replaced by a warmth that seemed to radiate from deep within him.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth gradually blossoming into a grin that lit up his entire face. It was a grin like you'd never seen before. A grin that reached all the way to his eyes filling them with a light you hadn't realized was missing.

His fingers brushed gently against your tear-stained cheeks. His touch tender and affectionate as he cupped your face in his hands. There was a sense of wonder in his expression, as if he couldn't quite believe what was happening, as if he had never dared to hope for this moment.

"Damn, sweetheart," he breathed. His voice tinged with awe. "I never knew you had it in you. Talking like that. But I'm glad you did. Because, hell, I love you too. I always have."

His words sent a rush of warmth through you. A feeling of elation that bubbled up from deep within your chest. And as you looked into his eyes, shining with a happiness you had never seen before, you knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful, something real and true and utterly perfect.

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[i4oba]

cassiopeia — njm.

jaemin & fem!reader ✰ soulmate!au

genre: angst?

summary: fate has its own little games, but giving only twenty-four hours is by far the most cruel of them all. and you have to endure that in every life of yours.

warnings: mention’s of death, major character’s death, a few cuss words??, it’s a bit angsty and has some suggestive themes somewhere in the middle :) .. but ofc it was written in flowery language so it’s not that bad! also it’s not proofread, sorry :,( … although it was written like 2 and a half years ago.. eheh SORRY IM STUPIDD

word count: 5k

author’s note: i originally wrote this story in my native language, which made it harder to tell it in english as well.. english isn’t capable of capturing my metaphors!!!! i hate it here!!!!! i sound stupid in english!!!!!!!! >:(

and no matter how many times have you been staring at the night sky, even hundreds of stars weren’t able to show you the right directions. no matter how diligent you were on finding those constellations, recognizing them wasn’t enough to make you less lost in the vast world of ours. you could have done anything as you were lying down on the freshly mowed grass, looking at those stars, alligned even, which you two had always been mentioning over the time — the feeling of emptiness wouldn’t go away. as you focused on the stars and how bright they were glowing, your arms stretched out in hopes of being able to touch them: everything became even more painful. and as your fingers were dancing in the air, from one star to another, your eyes teared up and your mind was screaming only one thing: enough. it was all enough. since you hated this with your whole existence. and the cassiopeia was reminding you of this constantly;

you have never been able to decide whether remembering is worse or forgetting. you would have loved to experience both at least once, but fate gave you a different card. one, which you carefully choose from the big card house, telling you something: your curse is remembering. and as you hold that little card in your hands, glaring at the crimson coloured letters, you feel like screaming all of your bottled up anger out every time. you always feel like protesting against fate, you want to say and do otherwise but were you ever in a place to do so? you have never had the chance. thus you learnt how to bear with it, what else was there to do? getting into a fight with the fates who were so focused on directing your life, having an evil smile on their faces as they were slowly cutting the thread of that person’s life, who was the sole reason you could stay sane? would you have stolen those old and rusty scissors from their hands, putting a dot after their history of standing so tall, being placed higher in the invisible hierarchy between people and them? would you have given some more time to you two? would you have changed past, present and future?

all of it is just a wandering thought which crosses your mind frequently through your days as you live your boring life. you spend every day with planning out your dirty little revenge, and end it with the conclusion: you’re unable to do it. admitting it felt like losing a game against something you could not even see. and this uncertainity put you in a state of something close to insanity through every life you have lived as the time has passed.

through these lives, you have experienced so many things but the worst part was always those twenty-four hours, which was completed with more and more tears and pain as the centuries passed. in the first lifespan you were pretty much naive, hopeful and happy, that twenty-four hour only made you confused. you could not process what was happening. but later on, you figured it out, having to accept the misery that came with it. you could understand why all of this is such a big sacrifice. in your fourth life have you cried first and you can still feel the fingers wiping your hot tears away, the ice cold feeling of them leaving an unforgettable trace on your skin. to this day, you still vividly remember that moment and feeling how trying hard was never enough, and the bittersweet taste lingering in your mouth has slowly started to fade away. it has become meaningless. harsh and almost so cruel.

but you still didn’t know which one is worse: being the one who forgets or remembering everything so vividly.

jaemin will never be able to comprehend this. after all, he didn’t have to live those grey lives which was coordinated by the suffocating feeling of trying to reach solutions and having to give up. after all, he wasn’t the one who had to watch his loved one’s death over and over again and he wasn’t the one either who had to carry the weight of the pain this caused. since he got the card of forgetting, which was followed by one single thing since gambling with the ones from above is not that clear and easy as we all think it is.

and the price did not only made his life worse, it controlled yours as well.

the first time you have heard the definiton of a “soulmate”, you were halfway through your sixth life. back then, even saying the word felt so strange but as you said it out loud more and more, having the thought of it in your mind constantly, it made you realize something: you and jaemin are the best, exact example of those said soulmates. but inside a horrible cage you weren’t able to leave. it had the feeling of a really bad book which was written by a prestigious author who had a really evil side to their personality. you could even imagine his pen scratching the paper, completed with the blue ink which allegorically wrote the story of you two. a terrible fairy tale that people use to scare their children, saying that this is going to be their fate if they misbehave. and as one of them, you would have believed their words. you would have been terrified. you were in fact scared, that cannot be denied.

on top of that, you had to live in this story, through so many years. no matter how many times you were praying, down on your knees, waiting for it to reach its end, you did not get what you wanted. and you have always felt like it wasn’t fair. ruthlessness transcending through lives which your friends didn’t have to experience. you had hundreds of them but somehow they were lucky. you were counting down the hours, the minutes and even the seconds as if it was like a test, but they always failed. they were able to not get lost in the maze of fate that trapped you and jaemin inside. they were special, all of them.

or were you two the special ones?

you were completely sure about your answer: no. although the thought of being the “chosen ones” has crossed your mind before, as if you two were something like a transcendent, but as years passed, along with centuries and lives, you could only figure one thing: you will never be fully happy. happiness is relative anyway, something you can’t put your hands on, it’s everything around us and everything that’s not at the same time. it seems so far away from you at moments, but on other days it’s so close you could reach it easily but no one could really define what it really is. it’s different in everyone’s lives, the way it becomes the same with many different things, varying on the person. even the sound of the word was music to the ears even if they didn’t know what it is exactly. everyone gets to know it along their journey, their lifetime and they may be lucky to being able to put their fingers on it, they can feel it and they can drag it with themselves.

for you, happiness was the same as those twenty-four hours that guided you through your lives. that small amount of time that you were keen on finding as soon as possible, putting everything on the line. which meant everything and nothing at the same time. and the thought of this was always able to bring some light into your rather bitter life, where the shadows grew too huge, close to consume you completely.

just like in your present life. which, of course isn’t really that bad, it is one of the best ones, to be quite honest but the emptiness inside of you was quite like a dark hole. it made you hopeless even though you had a goal. one that was so dear to you, saint even, which you could have tried to explain to anyone, none of them would have understood it. everyone thought you’re crazy and that you need therapy. even if the last one was true, you knew you’re going to eventually find jaemin, may it be on a rainy day in a bus stop, in a diner’s silent corner or in the university you’re currently attending.

but no. none of these were correct. every time you went to these places, fate was trickier than you would have thought and this was well-known to you.

you had to face this in a newly opened museum which had the slogan, “only miracles are awaiting here”.

how true this was… a real miracle.

as you walked from rooms to the others, all alone, somehow all thoughts left your mind. as if it was the cure, the new atmosphere and the exhibition, as if running back into the past had an effect similar to a band aid. it could get its job done for a while but sooner or later, it would give up as well. just like every solution you had tried out in the past years. nothing was permanent and there was no guarantee.

while you were staring at those paintings, listening to other people’s excited conversations, all you could think of was the loneliness. shivers went down your spine, the consonants following the vowels, creating something so new and so negative. the word you hated the most. and the word that was the title of the oil painting in front of you, seemingly too perfect for the symbolic work of art. a bad feeling took over you. you paid one last look to the framed beauty, glaring at the darkness and the pitch black shadows. after that, you left the room. the heavy atmosphere and the pictures of nightmare.

that’s when you entered the smallest exhibition hall where only a piece of paper was shown. it was protected with thick glass, making you wonder why is it such a big deal. why would they keep an old, yellow paper where the words were probably blurred together in the exhibition? it is supposed to be in the archives anyway, or does it not? putting these thoughts aside, you took a few steps closer to the “artwork”, eyebrows raised as curiosty took over you.

“love letter from the eighteenth century” was written on the little description, so you bent down a little to take a better look and maybe figure out why it was so special. and staring at those two papers which turned brown in the past years, the big realisation hit you: it was your letter. you wrote it. becoming aware of this fact made you froze in an instant, only being able to read the text filled with beautifully written cursive over and over again. and then you looked up, only to meet with a pair of eyes through the glass.

the person you wrote the letter for.

looking at him with the barrier between you two, suddenly you didn’t know what to do. seeing his face, his beautiful smile, it felt like someone gave you some extra energy. before your brain could have reacted to all of this, your legs took the control, running to him. you hugged him, melting into his touch, trying to embrace his fragrance, hoping that it will linger a little longer in your nose and mind as well. you didn’t want to believe this. nor what was coming next, alongside with the reunion.

“sorry for being late” he whispered while he stroked your hair carefully, arms tight around you. as if the moment was going on forever, it made you forget about everything. it made you feel glad. your own little happiness has found you again. but it cannot stay so long.

“i could wait thousands of years for you, jaemin” you told him truthfully, eyes searching for his. you hugged him once again. you couldn’t get enough of his hugs. “there are so many things we have to discuss, i literally… don’t even know where to start” you intertwined your fingers and dragged him with you, him simply letting you do so. since he knew: you have been waiting for this moment to come for so long. this is why you were suffering for years on end. but before you could have leave the basement, he set a timer.

for twenty-four hours.

“and how was… basically everything so far?” you asked jaemin who was picking at the food in front of him, not having the courage to look at you.

“not that nice” he replied and you heard his voice being a little hesitant. “but hey, at least i don’t have to bear it anymore!” he tried to joke about the situation but your worried glance told him to stop. don’t do it. it’s not funny.

“i really have to apologize for not finding you soon enough.”

“no, please, don’t. you should never blame yourself” he reached out for your hands, stroking it with his thumbs carefully. “it’s not your fault. neither mine. it’s just a bad joke of those who think they are above us. we cannot do anything about that.”

“and neither against it…”

“look, y/n” jaemin cleared his throat before continuing. “in these rather short lives of mine, i figured out something. fate cannot be rewritten nor changed. everything’s going to happen like it was decided before. just imagine a big book that’s made by gods. our story is just one part of that great book which consists of other many tales, millions of them. we are too small and worthless to add to our story, we can’t complete it however we would love to. that’s their job to do. they are the only ones that are able to erase things and make something new out of them. they are everything we have and we are nothing more than a small piece of the big picture to them.”

“we’re only just marionettes which they can play with whenever they want to” you added mumbling quietly. jaemin was chewing on his lips while he nodded. eventhough admitting it hurts, your words meant the truth.

you two were only mere props in the endless play with the name of “the cycle of life”.

“but hey, no need to be sad!” he wiped the tears aways as soon as he spotted one crossing your face in a fast pace. “we should enjoy this day so we could annoy the gods! are you in?” he stood up, grabbing your hands carefully. and you gave in. what else would you have done? after all, you were the one stressing endlessly through your whole life, it would have been a pity to miss the chance;

on the passenger seat of jaemin’s really old toyota, so many things were running in your mind. as you were focusing on the picturesque landscape, too many thoughts were attacking you suddenly — were you even able to sort those out in the dusty storage of your mind? only the warm touch of jaemin’s hand, feeling too hot on your legs, made you go back and forth between one thing and being sane.

and as if he read your mind, he gave voice to it.

“there’s no such thing as impossible, knowing and feeling how love transcends time and space, it’s...”

your head jerked up upon hearing his words. you wanted to solve your dear lover’s expression. the way the last words fall out of his lips and how those said lips were slightly smiling while his eyes were searching for yours. everything felt so surreal. you were weak and small but the thing between you was able to make you believe the opposite: you are the strongest of them all.

which, being completely serious, is true. since enduring all those lives is something only the strongest people can do. only they are able to watch the person they were assigned to, slowly fading away between their fingers;

reaching the local park, this was all you could think about. the memories you have made with jaemin only became sharper and even him being there with you, weren’t able to heal your scars. he held your hand, smiled and told you multiple times: he loves you. everytime he repeated those three words, the slight worry always became more and more visible. no matter how strongly you were holding onto the boy, it has became more clear: you’re going to lose him either way.

but that’s the thing you should think about the least. you need to focus on enjoying every moment. the fact that you can sit comfortably on the checkered blanket with him, spending a whole day together. the fact that you can have a picnic, you can talk for hours on end, your love is not unrequited anymore. you could have hide it but the years made you sometimes too unamused.

“why aren’t we ending this already?” you asked mindlessly, and as soon as you put a grape in your mouth, you regretted your words as jaemin’s face slowly became serious.

“please, don’t say things like this, okay? enjoy this day to its fullest. i want to love you until i go crazy. at least through this damn day.”

“i’ve loved you through this whole lifetime” you told him, fighting the urge to cry. “you have no idea how hard it is to think about it every god damn day. if people think you’re insane and let you rot in your own, personal pit. you don’t know how much it hurts to get in your bed, knowing that you have to go through your lover’s… your soulmate’s death someday. the one’s death that you love the most in the whole universe.” your voice was filled with uncontrollable emotions — regret rushed over you seeing him, teary eyed and confused.

“maybe. but dying isn’t that nice either.” his reply was bitter and his intention was clear: he wanted to leave you and calm down a bit. but you didn’t let him. you reached out for his hand and pulled him closer to yourself. he stared into your eyes but you didn’t say a word. that’s why he broke the silence. “all day, all i can focus on is that we can’t have a family. i can’t have a kid and i can’t grow old with you. i cannot love you utterly and completely for a whole lifetime. they took everything from us, that’s true… but let’s do something against that. please.”

“what could we do, jaemin? even if i shout at the sky above us, nothing will change! i’ve had enough and i just…”

before you could have finished your sentence, a big dog that was previously running around in the park, came to you two, sniffing your basket and deciding on being your company. your little argue was cut off by a golden retriever who was looking at you and jaemin, big eyes filled with curiosity. and you got a kiss from the dog too!

“isn’t this what other people call… little doze of happiness?” you said quietly, peeking at jaemin while petting the dog, looking at his collar, searching for a name. “buddy! what a cute name!”

“you see, y/n? that’s what i want. rendezvous, petting dogs, joy and sunshine. why can’t we get this?”

why?

what you have learnt from your experiences is one single thing: time is money and it won’t wait. as if the hours were passing by much faster in those twenty-four hours, one can be gone in a blink of an eye. you despised this, you have always hated that it had to be like this way, that you couldn’t stop time or travel to a whole another universe, waking up in a world where you can have a happy life with your dear lover.

the night came by so quickly you didn’t even realize its presence at first. the hours were going so fast, you couldn’t process the speed of it. you could only avert your attention from it as much as you were possibly able to. and in that moment, laying in the grass and gazing at the stars, it felt like as if you wasted every precious minute. but it felt so nice, eyes focused on the starry night, stars glowing shinier than one another, hands intertwined and fingers pointing at the sky. you gave the stars names and were adamant on finding more and more constellations. stargazing was what you two loved the most.

and then you saw the cassiopeia. the one thing that could remind you of the endless loop you and jaemin were in. spotting the constellation, you stood up in the grass and looked at your lover. his moonlit figure was equivalent to the most beautiful artwork in the whole universe. you were disgustingly in love with him. and that came with pain. so much pain.

“shouldn’t we go inside?” you asked suddenly, playing with your fingers while trying to avoid his gaze.

“you want to go in, love?”

you could only nod as an answer but he did what you wanted, without asking any further questions. he wanted to make you happy, more than anything. he wanted to see an honest smile on your face which can warm his heart up. since not only you were in a panic, he was too. but he preferred to not show it.

eventhough he was a master of everything else. and he showed it to you that night.

such heavenly words left his lips, he could have made a whole essay out of it, filled with emotions he wanted to show you on that short night that was given by fate; love, care and gratitude came out of his actions as he was talking to you, the way he handled everything. the way he mumbled in your ears without stop, the magical word “love” being repeated over and over, the way he touched you, the way he kissed you and the way he hugged you. he perfectly knew everything about you, he knew about your soft spots, he knew every inch of your body and he was so eager to discover it all over again since he can never get enough of you. he loved to trace his fingers over your figure, losing control here and there with those touches, reaching places that were the most precious to him. he loved to see how you reacted, how you said his name after every, sweet kiss of his, the way your voice was so shaky with every passing minute. as if he was playing a game with you, but that wasn’t the case. he showed you his true colours and you did the same. you were an open book in front of him, waiting for a sign from him. a small stroke of a brush which indicates that he was there. the marks blooming in thousands of colours, blue and purple, looking like the galaxy from above. you were like canvas to him, his signature on the corner of the painting, as if he was the painter. the artist. which was true, after all.

and as you were holding those stars in your hands, previously seen on the sky, you felt like you entered heaven. it had a feeling of warmth, the way those bright stars were in your hands, put there by jaemin. you could finally have it and you never wanted to let go of it. you could see that kind of reflection in your dear lover’s eyes, mirroring the honest feelings, the loyalty that connected you two. it was able to warm your heart up before crushing it. breaking it into millions of pieces.

that’s how it was with him. although it should have been much different.

and the brightest stars of them all, was brought the closest to you. you held it tightly and you were so stubborn on never letting it go. you closed your eyes and all you could focus on was jaemin’s quiet murmurs next to you.

dreams took you by surprise, although you wanted to avoid sleeping. but now, somehow you didn’t care about anything anymore. you gave in and entered dreamland together. close to each other — the closest ever.

at least during the night, you could pretend to be normal people. at least for a night.

waking up, the first thing that came to mind was checking up on the remaining time but as your eyes met jaemin and how peacefully he slept, time seemed to stop for a while. for a few moments, you could only study his face, the way he seemed so relaxed and comfortable. you watched his chest moving with every breath he took. you would have loved to give him a sweet little kiss but you didn’t have the heart to wake him up. eventhough you were aware of the fact: minutes are passing by in a hurry and every blink was equal to the end of your happiness.

“since when are you looking this attentively, love?” he asked in a sleepy voice before he opened his eyes. the corner of his lips went up a little as he felt your touch on his face. plus the small peck you greeted him with made the day a hundred times better. “i won’t lie if i say that you are the best thing the universe has ever created” his mumble was almost inaudible but you could still hear caring ringig in his speech.

for a long time, this was the first morning when waking up, you could hear the birds’ music so clear. the soft kind of song which mixed with the early rays of the sun, them not being able to fully warm up the room. everything felt so idillic, like it was a fairy tale. and if it hadn’t got such depressing ending, you would have agreed it was one.

“how did you say two lives before?” jaemin smiled and squeezed your hands, looking up and down on your face. “even the sun rose up today so it can follow the last few hours of our sorrowful tragicomedy?”

“how can you remember so perfectly? i mean… i am the one who should never forget, isn’t that true?” you shook your head, your grip on his hands tightening.

“looking at you calls out the hidden memories buried in the depths of my mind, you know.”

the rest of the day was dedicated to trying to enjoy it as much as you could, even if there wasn’t that much time in your hands. you had a long walk, holding each other’s hand, you ate delicious foods and tried everything that’s considered as the “perfect date”, corny things you have only seen in romance movies. it felt like the most treasured possession you had — time. after every kiss you gave to jaemin, you tried to remind him how thankful you were, stressing out the word “treasure”, letting him analyze the word as well. letting him repeat is and define whether it’s worth everything or nothing. whether it’s equal to love or not.

in the last hour of your time that was given, you two went back to your family’s house and its large backyard. no one was home so it made it much easier to sit on the ground and look at the sky once again, following the clouds’ slow pace.

“my current mother told me once that love takes something with itself every time…” jaemin said suddenly, out of nowhere, attentively looking at one certain cloud which he identified as a ‘dog’, based on its shape.

“what do you mean by that?”

“this is what love takes from us.” he mumbled, not really sure of his words. maybe he’s saying dumb stuff and his theory isn’t actually right.

“your current mother is right, i fear” only a sigh escaped your lips but you still continued, eyes fixed on the sky. “we have to pay for being together. but why is the price so high?”

you didn’t get any answers to your question, only a hum. you knew this is what’s going to happen, you didn’t wait for anything else. after all, jaemin barely knew anything about the world, maybe half of your knowledge was there for him, perhaps even less than that. if you couldn’t find the answer, why would he suddenly get the idea? you had centuries to think about it and he always forgot everything. maybe he was the one who won. in your eyes, it seemed like that.

as time passed and the sun started to set, you felt it coming. the last kiss was shared twenty minutes ago, too weak already. but his hand… you did not let go of that. you weren’t ready to lose him. you believed you would give him strength, that you can spare his life. but no, it was not the case. as you embraced him, all you could focus on was his heavy breathing and the way he told you nonchalantly: “i don’t want to die, it hurts”. tears were falling down on his face which was so pale and full of misery. his voice lost its colour slowly and everything felt like the worst nightmare one could think of.

“y/n, i… it hurts…”

his hands were weak and cold. you stroked his face, barely touching him because of the fear: you might cause more pain. you ran your fingers through his hair and found his gaze. yours was fixed on his iris, trying to look for the solution in there — it might be hidden. the last little piece of the final formula. but you couldn’t find it. you’ve never been able to.

the last sentence you heard from him in the current lifetime of yours consisted of three words. three simple yet so heartwarming words, barely escaping his lips.

“i love you.”

and you had to witness the agony of death once again, it was the price for the day. for your everything.

everything started all over again. greyness and gloom took over your life as the last little source of light faded away slowly, vanishing completely. and before you could have thought it’s going to be different this time, you knew it’s not true.

since that’s not what the book of fate had carved into its chapters. you two were destined for something else.

“i love you too, jaemin.”

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[pengujoon]

A BITTERSWEET REMINDER OF THE COST OF POWER

content. gojo x sibling!reader, fluff if you squint, angst, hurt/no comfort. cw: death. sick!reader, you die of unknown causes in this one, but it's something related to being the twin sibling of the gojo satoru.

a/n. I headcanon that gojo has a twin sibling

"I had it figured out quite a long time ago... the reason why twins are a bad omen for sorcerers." - Mai Zen'in

The fluorescent lights above cast a clinical glow, illuminating the fragility of the moment. Gojo sat by your side, his presence was both comforting and heavy with unspoken emotions. He knew that this moment was precious, a time to say the things that had remained unsaid for far too long.

"How are you feeling today?" His voice was soft, a mere whisper of the charismatic sorcerer you knew.

You managed a faint smile, your voice weak but filled with appreciation. "Just grateful for moments like this."

His hand found yours, his grip gentle yet firm. "We've been through so much together."

You nodded, memories flooding your mind. "And I wouldn't change any of it."

A mixture of sadness and love gleamed in Gojo's eyes. "You've always been the strong one, you know. Even when the odds were against you."

A bittersweet smile tugged at your lips. "Strength is in our blood, but it took different forms for each of us."

As time seemed to slow down, the room became a haven of shared history and unspoken sentiments. The moments you had spent together, the laughter and tears, all seemed to converge in this final conversation.

"You remember when we used to stargaze?" you asked, a wistful smile on your lips.

Gojo's smile was watery, his voice thick with emotion. "How could I forget? Those were some of the best moments."

Laughter and nostalgia intertwined, filling the room with a sense of warmth. The conversation continued, each memory and shared moment deepening the connection between you and your sibling.

As the day began to wane, the room's soft lighting casting long shadows, Gojo's gaze never left yours. "I'll always carry you with me. You'll never truly be gone."

The sentiment echoed in your heart, a promise that transcended the boundaries of life and death. Even as your strength waned, your love remained a constant force.

And then, as the sun cast its final rays and darkness enveloped the room, Gojo's voice shattered, a raw and agonizing cry escaping his lips. "I can't lose you. Please, don't go.”

His pain filled the room, an anguish that cut through the air like a knife. The heaviness of impending loss intertwined with the unbreakable bond you shared.

As you closed your eyes for the last time, Gojo's presence was a soothing balm. And as your heart's final beat approached, you knew that within the world of curses and sorcery, the bond between siblings remained unbreakable, a testament to the enduring power of love.

And only at the very end, as Gojo's cries echoed through the room and his tears fell onto your hand, did the truth become clear – this was your last day, a day where love and farewell coexisted, a day that would forever remain etched in Gojo's shattered heart, a heart that bore the weight of a sibling's sacrifice and the unspoken price of power.

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[farity]

In the Red of Night, part 2

Pairing:  Modern!AU Aemond Targaryen x you

Summary:  Aemond likes coffee.  And sugar.  And other things.

Warnings:  Future smut.  A lot of angst.  A lot, a lot.

“What do you want, Alys?” he asked in their ancient language.

“You know the answer, Aemond.”  Her voice was syrupy, with a tinge of bitterness that came with long-nurtured anger.  “Your pledge of eternal devotion, you know, nothing much.”

Aemond rolled his eyes.  They had had this particular discussion a hundred times over as many years.  He was finished with her, had been almost since the beginning, when he realized she had only made him in order to keep him on his knees before her. 

“Goodbye, Alys.”  He clicked off the call before she could argue, blocked the new number she’d used, but had the feeling that sooner or later, there would be a showdown and only one of them would walk away.

He remembered being nineteen, angry with the world, and finding her, huddled in a corner after a battle where he had murdered most people in the castle.  Her eyes had called to him, and she had seduced him and twisted him into knots to get him to do her will.  He hadn’t realized that she looked so very young for her age.  He hadn’t seen how others looked at her, how they gave her a wide berth when she walked past.  In the frenzy of newfound lust and violence, he had not noticed so many things about her.

When she told him she could fix his eye, he laughed in her face, told her there was no eye left to fix.  That night she’d given him wine mixed with something he couldn’t name, and his lost eye, miraculously, began to form again within its empty socket.  He’d spent hours in agony, fists at his side as she chanted over him, telling him over and over that it was for the best, that he had already endured so much pain and could do so a little bit longer.  By the time the pain finally ebbed, his face was soaked with tears and his skin was covered in a thin film of sweat.

“I will need to cut the lid open,” she told him the next morning, not looking at him, as he walked to her, holding one hand over his face, over where he could feel the eye settling into its final structure.  “Come here.”

She’d cut open the stitched membrane with one quick flip of her wrist, and peered in, wrinkling her nose.  “It is almost formed.  I would not let anyone see it for now.”  She went back to her mixing and brewing of potions and eventually he realized she was done talking to him and walked away like a chastened child.

He’d kept the eye patch on for days, even past the time when he could see with both eyes as clearly as he had the minute before Lucerys Velaryon had cut him and changed his life.

He won every battle after, returned to her bed every time, letting her fuck him numb into blissful oblivion to forget the dead and the carnage, and eventually it was time to face his uncle Daemon, looming in the skies on Caraxes, waiting for him and Vhagar.

Alys had cooked their supper and told him this was the time when both he and Daemon were meant to die.  “But you will not,” she’d said, straddling him, “I have ensured that you shall not die tonight, Aemond.”  She’d loosened his breeches and sank onto him, her hips rocking as she bit down on her lip.

Her mouth had filled with rich, red blood, and when she’d kissed him, he’d swallowed mouthful after mouthful of it until he was gasping for breath and had nearly choked on it.  “My beautiful Aemond,” she said dreamily, teeth outlined in red, “you and I shall rule the realm together.”  He’d leaned back and closed his eyes while she drove him to a furious peak, her strange blood now part of him.

He’d left both determined and terrified, and when Daemon had jumped off of Caraxes to stab him, Aemond had undone his saddle tie and leapt in the air and parried off the blow, sending Daemon falling to his death in the waters below.  Caraxes had roared and Vhagar had wanted to engage, but Aemond had flown back to Alys and pledged himself to her.  “Not yet, Aemond, right now it doesn’t mean anything.”

Aemond had not understood, but he hadn’t resisted when she’d sunk her teeth into his neck that night.  He owed her his life, he’d thought, telling himself he’d return to her, her hot bed and her cold heart.

But the next day he’d left alone on Vhagar, pulled by some loyal instinct towards his family.  He’d gone home to find his sister was dead and his mother was hysterical with grief.  Through the rage and heartbreak, he tried to get through to Aegon, and had realized that it did not matter how many battles he won, how many he killed.  They were as doomed as Old Valyria had been.

So he’d fled before she could catch up with him.  He’d cut off his hair and left the city, had learned to disguise himself beyond a cape and a hood.  Even if anyone thought him a Targaryen, the fact that he had two eyes immediately dispelled any suspicions of him being Aemond.  Ironic, he’d thought, to now find safety in being thought a bastard.

* * * * * 

He heard her laugh, a deep, throaty sound that broke him out of his reverie, and he turned to see her with a customer.  He was about her age and looked like a meathead.  She had to smile and pretend she found every customer entertaining, he told himself, but he didn’t like how meathead kept glancing over at her and made a mental note to keep an eye on him.

He’d been coming to the coffee shop for a few weeks now, and had already given up going to his other usual hangouts.  She was there a couple of hours before opening every single day, he would see the lights turning on from his windows and smile and then force himself to wait until she turned the sign on the door.

There was nothing about her that should have called to him, he mused, his usual disdain for most people letting him glide through cities and countries without ever finding anyone who made him want to stay longer than the usual.  She was perfectly ordinary, nothing remarkable about her looks other than her eyes, which were so expressive he sincerely hoped she didn’t play poker or she’d go bankrupt.

Still, here he was, every day, looking forward to seeing her.

“Since you’re here every morning,” she’d said a few weeks after the shop re-opened, “and you clearly love sweets, would you try a new recipe for me?”  He’d looked up to see her giving him a shamelessly toothy grin, holding a small plate with some kind of dessert on it.  When he tried to peek, she lifted the plate higher.

“Only if I can pay for it.”

She rolled her eyes at him.  “You can’t pay because it’s not on the menu yet.  And I might change a few things.”

“Fine,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender.  “I will give you my expert, free opinion.” He watched the plate be placed in front of him, her slim hands moving smoothly as she added the cloth napkin and fork to the side.  There was a generous slice of some kind of apple cake dusted with golden sugar crystals and served with a healthy dollop of whipped cream.  “This smells amazing.  What’s in it?”

“You’ll have to tell me,” she grinned at him again, turning around with a flourish and leaving him to his tasting.

A woman with a little boy came in and she went to greet them.  He watched her take a tiny bit of a display slice to offer to the boy, who began bouncing in place.  Aemond ran his fork through the cream, speared a bite of the cake and placed it in his mouth.

He might be a chocolate lover through and through, but this whatever-it-was, was delicious.  The tartness of the apples was grounded by the spiciness of the batter, the whole thing gilded by the sugar crystals.  The sweet cream she’d added on the side lifted the whole thing.  There was a hint of alcohol as well, barely enough to taste, more to round out the whole flavor profile.  

This was an elegant, well crafted dessert and she could probably charge whatever she wanted for it.  He closed his eyes, letting the various flavors bloom and meld on his tongue. 

Once the little boy and his mother left, she came by his table, one eyebrow raised as she approached.  “What do you think?”

I think you’re captivating.

He took a moment to organize his thoughts, caught her fingertips tapping nervously against her thighs.  “The cognac was unexpected but it works.  The cardamom is elegant, and the cream is the perfect accompaniment.  I think you have captured autumn in dessert form.”

Her eyes grew wide and she pressed her lips together, trying to contain a smile, but failed.  “That’s exactly what I was going for,” she whispered excitedly.  “Any suggestions?”

A thousand lewd ideas crossed his mind, but he shook his head and kept his face composed.  “No, it is perfect as is.  I would not change a thing.”

“Thank you,” she reached over, giving his hand a squeeze before she took his plate and fork away.

Aemond stared at the spot on his hand where she’d touched him.  It was the first time they had had any physical contact and he felt dizzy with want.  He nearly reached out to keep her from walking away, stopping himself before he lunged to grab her.

* * * * * 

“Does he have a younger brother?”

You turned to see Katie, your employee, staring dreamily at Aemond through the little window on the kitchen door.

“I have no idea,” you said, smiling, and she turned, giving you an incredulous look.  “What?”

“Um, he’s totally into you, boss, and I’m not stepping into that situation, but if he has a younger brother that looks like him, I would totally smash that.  Totally.”

You scoffed.  “There is no situation and he is not into me, K.  He is a nice, respectful customer and one of our regulars.”

“Maybe if you didn’t wear those ugly shirts, he’d ask you out.”

Wow.  You looked down at the oversized t-shirt you wore, your apron cinching it in at the waist.  

“Uh, there are our shop shirts, you know?”

Katie made a mean little sound.  “Doesn’t mean you need to wear one that’s three sizes too big.  You’re kind of cute with those round little cheeks.”

What the fuck.

“Hey, help me with that tray.  And I’m not here to be asked out.  I’m here to run my business.”

Katie kept whatever thoughtless comment was about to come out of her mouth to herself as she opened the swing door out to the counter, and began to refill the case.  

* * * * * 

You were gathering your things, along with two of the savory pastries you’d put together that afternoon.  It had been a good day.  In fact, it had been a good week, better than the one before, which had been better than the one before.  Katie had gone home a few minutes before, giddy with delight as you gave her half a batch of the pastries so she didn’t have to cook dinner for herself, or even make breakfast the next day.

Turning out most of the lights, you carried your bag and food container out the back door, where your car was parked.  The alley was quiet at this time of day, the mid-afternoon caffeine seekers long gone and the dinner crowd not out yet.  You closed the trunk and turned around, jumping when you realized there was someone there, not ten feet from you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

You pressed a hand to your chest, smiling nervously.  And then you realized it was the customer from this morning, and he had a large bouquet of flowers in his hands.  “It’s okay, I just didn’t realize you were there.”  He took a step forward, almost blocking you from getting into the driver’s seat of your car.  

“I wanted to ask you if you’d have dinner with me.”

“Oh.”

“Here.  These are for you.”

You nearly took a step back.  “That’s really sweet, but I can’t accept them.”

He looked at you, as if not understanding your words.  “I bought them for you.  I like you,” he insisted.

“I’m sorry, I can’t.  I have to go.”

“Oh come on,” he said, sighing.  “I’m just asking you to dinner, I’m a nice guy.”

“Hey, bossy boss, what’s going on?”

You turned at the sound of Katie’s voice.

“I forgot my subway pass,” she said, walking over to stand next to you.  You had never been so glad to see her before, and you grabbed her arm.  “Give me a ride home, will you?” she asked.

“Excuse me,” you said, not looking at the guy or the flowers or anything, just wanting to get away from him.

He watched impassively as you and Katie got in your car, still holding the flowers in his hands.

* * * * * 

Aemond scrolled through various screens, rubbed his eyes at the endless columns of numbers and acronyms.  He glanced at the bottom right of the laptop screen, and saw that it was half past 4 in the morning.

He had been so engrossed with his work that he hadn’t checked on the coffee shop, and when he looked out his windows, expecting to see the lights on, he noticed that everything was dark and quiet.  He heard a distant siren, slowly getting louder, and when he looked down the street saw an ambulance and a couple of police cars coming down the street.

Fear began to crawl down his spine, icy tendrils of it extending fingers out throughout his body, and he ran out of the loft, slammed his hand on the elevator button three times before he decided to make his way down the stairs.  

“Mr. Targaryen?  Sir?”

He heard the night doorman call after him as he ran across the street as the paramedics and cops began filtering through the front door of the coffee shop.

No no no no no no no.

"Sir, you need to stay outside.  Sir!”

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[clarkswayne]

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Loving Sanji was akin to learning how to ride a bike for Zoro: a blend of fear and recklessness with no training wheels or pads. So the scars that adorned Zoro's body were not just physical reminders but emotional imprints of how he had fallen for Sanji.

Zoro had heard the saying that a man will eventually return, searching for the boy he once was. And he was that boy, forever in search of Sanji. Their paths had crossed when they were just children, and since then, Zoro had never stopped looking for him. Their friendship was an unexpected twist of fate, a bond that had grown stronger and deeper over time.

Zoro would often sneak out under the cover of darkness, meeting Sanji at the edge of the sea where the waves kissed the shore. The sight of the vast ocean was a constant reminder of their shared dreams and adventures. If he couldn't see Sanji at least three times a week, he'd feel a physical discomfort, a nauseating emptiness that was as cold and damp as a winter's night. The longing for Sanji was so intense that he often felt like ripping out his own heart and shaking it, hoping to rid himself of the unbearable yearning.

Part of the reason for this intense longing was the uncertainty that came with each meeting. He never knew what state he would find Sanji in. Would he be battered and bruised from home? And would it be something worse than bruises? The unpredictability of their encounters added a layer of anxiety to his longing, making his love for Sanji a complex blend of fear, anticipation, and an overwhelming desire to protect.

Most of the time, Sanji bore bruises that were a sickly purple, tinged with green. Seeing him like this, Zoro felt a sense of helplessness that was foreign to him. His hands, usually so sure and steady, felt clumsy and useless. Anger surged through him, a hot, piercing sensation that had no outlet. He wanted to lash out, to fight back against the unseen forces that had hurt Sanji, but he was powerless.

Sanji didn't cry anymore. The tears had long since dried up, replaced by a deep-seated emptiness that was reflected in his eyes. It was a look that spoke volumes about the pain he had endured, the battles he had fought, and the scars he bore.

Zoro must have opened and closed his mouth several times, struggling to find the right words, the right response. But words failed him. Sanji, however, seemed to understand his silent struggle. He sighed heavily, a sound that was both weary and resigned. "Please, for the love of god, I can hear your thoughts. Why don't you come over here?" he said.

Despite the pain etched on his face, Sanji was smiling at Zoro. It was a smile that seemed to freeze time, a smile that made everything before this moment seem insignificant. It was a smile that drew Zoro to him like a dehydrated dog to a bowl of water. Without a second thought, Zoro was by his side, drawn into the comforting embrace of the injured boy.

Sanji had this peculiar trait, a selfless tendency to keep filling someone else's cup, often forgetting that his own might run dry. Zoro couldn't quite comprehend what his face must be revealing, but it must be betraying his concern enough for Sanji to feel the need to comfort him.

Zoro wanted to tell him that he didn't have to do that, that he shouldn't have to care about everyone else at the expense of himself. But before he could voice his thoughts, Sanji's fingers stilled in Zoro's hair, and he whispered, "Y'know, I can't wait to be married, to someone who just loves me."

Zoro was taken aback, unsure of where that sentiment had sprung from. But Sanji was smiling at him, a fond, knowing smile that suggested he was privy to something Zoro wasn't. It was a smile that held a promise.

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[baby-xemnas]

PLEASE TALK ABOUT THE LUZO SABAODY/2 YEAR TIMSEKIP STUFF IM BEGGING YOU

oh its so much....its So cute that u know that panel where they step away to talk like "hey where did the bear guy send you to? 😄" its so casual for what a heavy event it was, and how hard what came after had been.....but i kinda love it you know it's not unrealistic to be like haha its fine NOW so we can laugh and have fun and relax and smile again....just like lawbepo hug on zou - bepo is SO happy to see law that he instantly forgets and forgives all the fear and pain law made him feel, it doesnt matter its over!!!

its the same with luzo at sabaody reunion they are all grins and "i cant wait to rediscover you, I'll enjoy learning how youve changed bit by bit, ill savour it like a good meal" long looks. Because its Safe they are together again and they both, they ALL worked to become stronger so they can stay together, so luzo have that sexy confidence about it and instead of regretting the wasted time they think "nothing can separate us now"

and its CRAZY cuz they've been through so much. from the absolute horror of the initial incident, to the pain of finding out what happened to luffy at marineford and zoro going insane because he isnt there for luffy. luffy going through that and not wanting to live afterwards but being brought back Because he has zoro and the others - no doubt in those tears of love and gratitude there was a mix up of guilt for considering offing himself because it would mean hurting THEM. he is very sorry, it passed.

so reunion is So full of joy and comfort Despite that horrible baggage makes it all the more beautiful for them to feel So Light as they fall into each other like: there you are, my love, my home, isnt it amazing how we sync up so effortlessly again - its pure happiness

not only both of them worked and changed and became so much stronger to be able to stay together, not only did they endure so much pain for each other's sake (others' too but u know. its fucking luzo) they also both discovered a facet of their love that only distance could give so theyve matured with it too

its Nuts

zoros devotion got formed under pressure of kuma fight and his training like a diamond. as ive said i love post ts zoro being a shameless trophy wife/bodyguard who is So openly proud to be a dog its DISTURBING (positive. appreciative)

if luffy was possessive before he somehow becomes Worse much to zoros happiness. But luffys determination to be great to reach his goal is inseparable from his greed and selfishness, and that includes zoro, its crazy really because greed usually implies large quantities but with this its intense greed focused on one person (because zoro is luffys only lover and he wants no other. zoro is the best) which makes it Suffocating. in a way even the fact that "thought of zoro saved me from giving up" kind of = zoro is mine completely, its a batshit logic but thats not unusual for luffy -

luffy doesn't want to become king alone - he wants to do it with zoro and the others, his goal is his life, he is nothing without them and it just so happens that zoro is most important there, not making others disposable just cuz they arent sucking his dick but zoro is zoro, zoro was always different, zoro is the most HIS out of this group of people who will die for him

and they all came back...and zoro came back.. it's like by doing that they signed a second new and expanded unspoken contract between them that yes you are our captain Yes we will see you through the end etc

and luffy is so giddy that zoro is there ..not that luffy doubted him but he really feels like celebrating

😊😊😊

(sorry this ended up being a scattered train of thought and i didnt even talk about them fucking but i did cry typing it up if that helps cuz i love them...)

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[intimidating-fettuccine]

Sad request but... Lj's reaction upon learning that his partner was a victim of SA?

OBVIOUS CONTENT WARNING - While no actual assault was mentioned in detail, there are references made to it occurring, and if this could be triggering to anyone I would advise against reading this. As a fellow victim, this was a very cathartic write.

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The mental damage that hits Jack upon learning this fact is pretty extreme, and it nearly causes him to break down right there in front of you, but he reigns himself in, holding tight to you and allowing you to tell as much of your story, controlling himself to not take away from your moment, to not make you nervous or concerned when really it's you that is the one that needs to be cared for and worried about right now. 

Jack, in a way, knows exactly how you feel, exactly what you've endured unwillingly at the hands of another. Jack himself has sexual abuse trauma, having to witness it first hand in my lore, as my lore's Isaac tried to force him to help him assault someone, and when Jack refused, he was made to watch the ordeal. Jack will never forget those moments, will never forget the fear and distress and pain he had to witness, and knowing that you've experienced the same thing absolutely ruins him on the inside. As you finish telling him about what happened to you all he can do is tug you into his lap and hold you as tight as he can, burying his face into your shoulders as he holds you, tears slipping from both your eyes. Neither of you shares any more words for a while, except for when Jack lightly breaks the silence to thank you for opening up to him about what you've been through, and that he's there to support you and help you any time you need him to.

It's not at this moment that Jack opens up to you about his own trauma regarding assault, but he will in time knowing that if you're comfortable opening up to him about something like that then it means he has the safety and care to be able to open up to you as well. When he does open up to you, when you embrace him as he embraced you, when he buries his head into your chest, sobs leaving him and guilt wracking his body and you hold him with such sweet, tender care and love, it makes him proud and happy to have someone like you as a partner. Opening up about such events makes the two of you much stronger as a couple, and much more open and honest about your emotions. The two of you are able to help each other much easier, providing the necessary care and support needed to cope with your past. Jack is so proud of you for being so strong, for being so capable and determined to be able to move forward from the truly awful things that occurred to you, and he will never allow you to feel alone or miserable in the memories haunting you. He'll do his best to help you move forward from them, just as you help him move forward from his own, as that's what both of you deserve. To be happy and free and loved after the things you experienced, and Jack will make sure you remember that fact.

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[witchthewriter]

𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆   𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 2k Warnings: swears, alcohol

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You couldn’t deny what your body had yearned for, for so long. It was like calling to like. Two souls finally merging in the most innocent yet passionate way.

   Jax’s hands were on either side of your cheeks, pulling you in close for such an intimate kiss. And you couldn’t help but melt into it. Like

 And yet you were instantly reminded that there was a room full of people who were watching intently.

You heard a cough; Gemma, who shrugged and shook her head with her hands in the air. The other Sons had stopped jeering, and funnily enough it was the silence that pulled you from the moment.

Backing away, you gently held your palm up to Jax’s chest.

 Shaking your head, face ablaze with red, you walked backwards and down the hall.

You paced back and forth, mind swirling with thoughts. Your head felt heavy, your limbs slow and aching.

How could he do this now? Was it supposed to be a romantic gesture, to show all his club that you were with him?

You were fighting with yourself. Split down the middle. One part aching for the smooth, supple feel of Jax’s lips. The warmth that spread throughout your body.

And the other half was … angry. Why now? After you proved yourself? After enduring enough trauma that Jax now knew you could handle club life?

Fuck.

                                                           - ✦ -

“Hey, what was that?”

   “Wh-“ You stopped yourself and held up a hand, while the other pinched the bridge of your nose. “What the fuck do you think it was? Am I supposed to forgive and forget everything that happened? Now you want me, now. As if what happened was some sort of fucked up test. And finally you see my strength. No Jax-“

  You barely took a breath between each sentence. He didn’t interrupt you, but shook his head with pleading eyes.

   “No – no, that’s not it at all,” Jax stepped forward and tried to take hold of your hand, but you moved it out of reach. Taking a step back you pulled at the black club shirt you were wearing and felt the urge to tear it off.

  “I am capable Jax. I always have been. Why did it take you this long to figure it out?”

Your eyes glossed over, and you damned your emotions. ‘Do not cry. Do not fucking cry,’ you said in your fuzzy head. Did you still feel this way because of last night, or because of the kiss? Either could be possible. Because both shook you to your core.

Even so, last night felt like a haze. And you couldn’t remember all the details. Only that your nails were bloodstained, even though Jax tried his best to scrub everything from you. He’d do anything to erase any hurt you held. Not just because of him, but because of the world. He hated that you ever had to endure pain. On any level.

                                                          - ✦ -

“I want to go home.” Your words were a precise demand. You didn’t want to talk any longer, you didn’t even want to look at Jax.

And he saw that. Jax knew it was pain, because he saw that same look in Tara’s eyes when he said she wasn’t apart of this family, all those years ago.

Was…was he doomed to repeat the same thing over and over again? That was apart of his fear. Why he didn’t want you close. Because too close meant danger, just like last night. Would that happen again?

So, he got Happy to give you a ride back home. And told him to stay a while, make sure you were okay. Give you some company. Even if you didn’t want any.

                                                          - ✦ -

“Happy, really, I’m okay,” you said, walking into the kitchen. The dog’s had been fed – you could tell by the way the food had been put back.

   “What if I wanted some company?” His light hearted yet gruff voice filled the room.

You huffed and shook your head. “Then go find a croweater.”

 He gave you ‘fucking really?’ kind of look and plopped himself on the couch. Picking up the remote, he turned on the television and flicked through the channels.

Rolling your eyes, you set out to find your boys. Angus and Jango were laying on the foot of your bed, and when they heard your footsteps, they lunged upward. They knew you well.

  Tails wagging and a little whining, you gave the Doberman and Border Collie good belly rubs. You got on the floor, and they surrounded you. Safe. Completely safe is what you felt. Their bodies rested against yours, and you sighed in relief. You couldn’t think about what would’ve happened to them if something happened to you.

   “Hey, you hungry?” Happy called from the living room and the two dogs jumped up and ran down the hall.

“Traitors,” you mumbled, and answered back with a hesitant yes. The dogs knew Happy, they’d been around him for many months. He would have been the one to come around and feed them last night. Or was it this morning? You didn’t know – either way, if it was any other man, he would have been ripped apart.

“Aight,” was all you heard as you walked into your bedroom and undressed. You still had on the borrowed clothing, and right now, you desperately needed it off.

 Even from your ensuite, you could hear the clanging of pots and pans. You assumed Happy would go out and get something, but apparently now, you had a personal chef.

You didn’t know what you had in your pantry or fridge. The milk was definitely expired. So, your expectations were low, but after showering and changing, you came out to the kitchen to find an absolute feast.

 “Didn’t know if you wanted scrambled, fried, or poached eggs. So, I’ve-“ there was a ding and Happy stopped mid-sentence to check on the currently poaching eggs.

 With raised eyebrows, you sat at the kitchen bench which was full of plates; toast, scrambled eggs, two omelettes, baked beans, and an array of your spreads – peanut butter, jam, well…just those two.

   “Wow Hap, this is –“

“Man, you barely have any food in this place. The dogs have more than you,” he said while straining the pot and carefully plating the poached eggs.

 You felt a little blush creep onto your cheeks, but you shrugged it off.

“Hey, don’t criticise the recent kidnappee,” you said and threw your hair from your shoulder.

  Putting his hands up in surrender, Happy smiled.

“Yes, ma’am.”

                                                          - ✦ -

The day felt long yet short at the same time. So much had happened, and eventually you were glad for Happy’s company.

But you didn’t know what you wanted. Actually, that was a lie. You knew exactly what you wanted, you were just scared it wouldn’t come true. That everything had been misconstrued in your mind; the kiss – maybe it was a façade? A way to make the club feel like Jax was still in power. That even a helpless damsel who had just endured trauma would fall into his arms willingly.

But you knew the club; you knew the club brothers. And they knew you.

Surely they didn’t believe that? No…no they couldn’t.

Happy was watching you think these things, and he could see the deliberation cleanly on your face.

   “You good?” He said after ten minutes of silence. The tv sounded in the background but Happy’s attention was solely on you.  

 The question was muffled, you were so deep in your thoughts that you couldn’t comprehend.

“Huh?” You replied. Dragging your eyes to meet Happy’s.

   “Are you okay, Zo?” His question was heavy with concern. No light-heartedness like there was twenty minutes ago.

“I-,” the words were ready on your tongue but your voice ceased to make noise. This felt too … personal. Awkward. It felt exactly like talking to your brother about romance. So, how could you talk to Happy about this?

    “If it’s because of last night; it was handled. If it was … the kiss, then you’re overthinking it.”

“What?” There was a snap in your voice. You felt a tad offended.  

   “The kiss, with Jax.” His face was stone, no humour in it at all.

“How can I not?” You said with furrowed brows and squinted eyes. You felt fire rise in your stomach, a want to aim your anger at someone.

   “It was … Jax was … it meant something. To him, he wouldn’t just do that with anyone. Not after Tara.” Happy explained, with some difficulty. His voice caught on Tara’s name.

There was a beat of silence.

 “But why in front of everyone? Why now?” You said quietly.

Another beat.

  “I-I don’t have the answer. No one can really … get inside Jax’s head right now.” It was an admittance to more than just the situation between you and the man that held the gavel.  

You sat back in your seat and rested your head against the back of the couch. Staring up at the ceiling, you let out a big sigh.

                                                         - ✦ -

When Happy left; around five in the afternoon, you got a message. In all honesty the alert from your phone gave you a freight.

You didn’t have that many contacts, and you mostly got messages from Skeeter. But it wasn’t, it was from Jax.

  ‘We need to talk,’ it read. And your heart dropped to your stomach.

It took you a while to respond. Thirty minutes of deliberating of what to say, and another ten thinking if you should respond at all.

Was now the time? For you maybe not. But for him … it was. You didn’t know this, but Jax needed to mend whatever it was between you. He needed to know where he stood. Because Jax couldn’t stop thinking about you.

  All day he was being nudged on the arm by Tig.

“You good man?” He’d say, blue eyes firmly looking into his Presidents.

   “…yeah,” was all he could reply. Because his romance didn’t seem of concern for the whole club. Funnily though, it was. And it was Chibs who told Jax to message you.

   ‘Okay, when and where?’

You hesitated a second before sending it. Your stomach churned as you waited for his response.

Luckily he didn’t need to deliberate as you, because his response was quick.

   ‘Can I come over in thirty minutes?’

God. The house was a mess. You looked like a mess. You hadn’t cared how Happy saw you (neither did he). At least Happy cleaned up after himself. But you still had to vacuum the dog hair and brush your own, maybe wash your face and put on some deodorant.

                                                          - ✦ -

Thirty minutes went by in a second.

And you heard a knock on the door.

  Then your heart nearly exploded with how fast it was going.

“C-coming,” you called and put down the brush, racing from your bathroom to the front door. You waited a moment, to compose yourself, and then turned the handle.

Even though you knew he was coming, he still took your breath away.

Jax stood before you in a white shirt, his kutte, his baggy jeans and white shoes. His normal clothes. But somehow … he seemed different. Like he dressed just for you.

You could smell his cologne – it was freshly applied, his hair was slicked back and you noted the knife attached to him. You wondered how many times he had used that knife.

   “Hey darlin’,” he said in a soft voice.

“Hello,” you said back in greeting, without a softness to it.

You stepped backward and to the side, motioning for him to come in.

    “Thanks,” he muttered and stepped over the threshold. His shoes wiping on the mat.

You didn’t know the feeling of what this conversation would be, but you knew a drink wouldn’t hurt. 

 So, you walked into the kitchen and brought out a bottle of Rye and two glasses.

#witch the writer's stories #memories of desire #jax x zo #jax x zoe #paid story #sons of anarchy #soa #soa fanfic #soa fanfiction #paid fanfic #paid fanfiction #story commission #jax teller #happy lowman #juice ortiz #tig trager #chibs telford #jax teller x zoe #jax teller x zo #writing commissions #commissions #commissioned stories #sons of anarchy fanfic #sons of anarchy fanfiction #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

[cosmics-beings]

starop earth spark wip . it was only a matter of time!

It took him a few moments to look back up toward Optimus as he retorted with a silent fury. “What is the point?” He asked, quietly. “Even if I do feel the same…which I do…what is the point?” He shook his head. “I will never renounce my ways, I will always be trapped here within these walls. Eventually life will catch up with you, you will not be able to continue these visits. There is no point, no reason no–”

Optimus’s own optics were filled with tears, as if he wanted to interrupt Starscream, or to punch through the barrier and hold him. Oh, how he loathed GHOST in this moment for preventing him from embracing the bot he loved, telling him that it would all be okay.

Yet like that, his comm began to sound loudly and Starscream mid sentence, stopped abruptly. There was an expression of betrayal, and vexation plastered upon his face. Optimus did not blame Starscream, here he was, pouring out his soul and a stupid beep ruined it. 

“Answer it, go ahead. It’s just proving my point.” Starscream stood to his feet and prepared to walk to the back corner of his cell.

“It’s Bee, Elita 1...” Optimus responded after a quick call. “They need me…some more renegade cons…Starscream I–”

“Go, maybe this time you won’t come back, it will be better for both of us–”

“One day, you’ll see.” Optimus took a step forward, and in a gesture of humility and love, he placed his hand upon the barrier. To no one’s surprise, he was shocked yet he did not move. He endured the pain. He wanted Starscream to understand how much he loved him, and that if he could without alerting GHOST, he’d break him from this cell himself

Starscream was already across from Optimus once  again, his optics filled with worry as he realized just what was happening. “Remove your hand you fool! You’ll burn your circuits!”

“One day you’ll see Starscream. Maybe ten, twenty years from now, when I’ve freed you and we’re happy…we’ll both look back at these talks and laugh. We’ll look back on this day and find it absolutely absurd that you thought for a second I’d forget about you, or leave you in here to rot.” His hand eventually fell to his side, when he noticed he now had Starscream’s attention.

#optimus prime #starscream #tf earthspark #transformers earthspark #starop

[gcthvile]

You're losing me.

Pairing: Cole Lensherr (OC) x Helmut Zemo

Fandom: Marvel

Warnings: angst

Summary: Cole and Zemo's love ends when Zemo leaves, despite Cole's desperation to stay connected. Alone and hollowed, Cole mourns what could have been as his broken heart surrenders to the loneliness.

Cole sat on the bench in the empty public park, Zemo's call haunting his thoughts. He wanted nothing more than to forget his partner's words, that it was over, they had to part ways. But Cole knew that moment would come, as Zemo's quest for vengeance against those who took his family consumed him.

Zemo approached quietly, as was his way. Cole didn't turn, didn't meet his eyes, afraid of what he might see - or not see - in their haunted gray depths. "You've said your piece. Now say what you really came to say."

Zemo sighed softly. "There is nothing more, you know my path. But know that what we had..." he trailed off, as if the words pained him. Cole wanted to beg, to plead, but his pride held fast.

"Will you not even look at me?" Zemo asked. Cole turned then, seeing the conflict, the regret, but also the resolve. He knew nothing would sway Zemo from the course he had set himself upon.

"Some days, it's like I'm someone else," Cole said bitterly. "I watch you walk away, leaving me out here on my own, and it feels like you're taking everything. Guess I didn't realize everything means you."

Zemo reached out a brief moment, fingers brushing Cole's cheek, before dropping his hand once more. "Perhaps...when this is over..." he suggested, though they both knew that was a promise neither could truly make. With a sad half-smile, Zemo turned and walked away, disappearing into the gathering dusk as Cole fought the tears threatening to fall, feeling as though his heart was being torn from his chest with each step Zemo took, knowing he may never see him again but unable to call out, to stop him, pride and pain holding his silence.

"We thought a cure would come through in time, now I fear it won't"

Cole watched Zemo walk away until his figure was lost to darkness. A solitary tear finally escaped, sliding slowly down his cheek. They had believed, somehow, that Zemo's quest could be sated, that vengeance would salve the wound in his soul and set him free to live again. But watching Zemo retreat into the night, Cole knew with sinking certainty that would never be the case. The pain and loss ran too deep, and Zemo was drowning in it, lost to the dark currents with no hope of surfacing again. This parting was no temporary one, but a final goodbye, as Zemo gave himself over fully to the shadows and Cole was left with only memories, and the knowledge that Zemo's cure had proven fictional - the damage was done, and nothing would heal the scars on both their hearts.

"Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time"

Cole returned to the home he and Zemo had shared, now empty of all but memories. He sat in the darkness, not bearing to turn on the lights that had once illuminated their joy and intimacy. How many hours had they spent in this very room, talking late into the night by the fire or curled together on the couch, each taking solace in the other's embrace?

Now loneliness pressed down with suffocating weight. Cole glanced around at familiar furnishings that seemed foreign and cold without Zemo's vital presence to give them life and meaning. He thought of simpler times, not realizing back then how fleeting they truly were. Zemo had always kept his past and future close, sharing little of either, and Cole wondered now if some part of Zemo had known even then how brief their time together would be.

Was it time to let go, to accept it was over and face the empty house and hollow future alone? The shadows held no answers, only specters of the past that mocked his solitude. With a weary sigh Cole rose, unable to endure the ghosts of memory a moment more. He left the darkness behind, but it remained imprinted on his heart.

"Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

I'm getting tired even for a phoenix

Always risin' from the ashes

Mendin' all her gashes

You might just have dealt the final blow"

Cole wandered the empty house once more, still unsure what to do with the remnants of his life with Zemo. So much of who he was had been entwined with the other man - should he simply purge it all, as if Zemo had never existed? But the thought of erasing their history together was its own anguish.

Yet staying here, surrounded daily by reminders of what was lost, threatened to break him further. Cole had risen from ashes before, reinvented himself when all seemed lost, but this loss cut deeper than any other. He was tired of fighting only to have hope ripped away yet again.

Zemo had done more than break his heart - he feared the other man may have destroyed Cole's very ability to heal and begin anew. Always before when battered and wounded, Cole had found resolve to fly once more. Now, he knew not if any power resided within him, any flames remained to be rekindled.

In the end, Cole decided to take one box of treasured memories, leaving the rest for another day. For now, survival would require distance from these rooms steeped in their shared history. Whether any ash-scattered phoenix could manage even that, Cole did not yet know.

"Stop, you're losin' me

Stop, you're losin' me

Stop, you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

For you

'Cause you're losin' me"

As Zemo spoke of leaving, Cole felt himself dying inside. He struggled to comprehend how the man before him, who had given Cole purpose and passion, could walk away as if what they shared meant nothing. Zemo met his gaze briefly but offered no true explanation or reassurance, only vague words that did little to quell Cole's rapidly intensifying terror.

Cole's heart pounded frantically, feeling as it if threatened to shatter within his chest. His pulse echoed in his ears, the only thing he could hear over the roar of blood and mounting panic. With eyes pleading, desperate to glimpse even a hint of doubt or regret in Zemo's cool gray stare, Cole reached out a trembling hand to grasp Zemo's wrist weakly.

"Please..." Cole whispered, his voice cracking. Zemo gently but firmly removed Cole's grasp, and Cole saw with crushing finality that nothing he said or did would change the inevitable. With that, the last flame within Cole's heart was snuffed out, leaving behind only the charred remains of what once beat strong and sure. Zemo was truly lost to him now.

"Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?"

As Zemo turned to leave, Cole grasped his arm once more. "Say it," he begged brokenly, the pain and desperation in his eyes cutting deep.

Zemo hesitated, knowing the words were but bitter ash now. Yet he owed Cole this final kindness at least. "I loved you," Zemo said softly. "More than you knew."

Cole laughed mirthlessly. "No, you didn't. Not truly. If you had, you would see what this is doing to me. Every day I stared at you hoping, praying you would finally see. But you were always too busy planning your vengeance to notice me slowly dying inside from keeping this secret."

Tears glistened in those stormy eyes Zemo had always admired, the eyes that now saw him with such anguish and betrayal. Zemo had no defense, no explanation Cole would accept in his agony. Some pains were simply too deep for words to soothe.

With a heavy heart, Zemo gently released Cole's hand. "Farewell," he whispered, and was gone. Cole sank to his knees amid the wreckage, shattered beyond any hope of repair.

"And the air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition"

Cole sank down on the couch, his body heavy and aching as if every muscle had been pulled taut to the point of snapping. Grief and anguish swirled thickly around him, almost a tangible thing he could reach out and grasp in his fist.

He knew his turmoil and distress must be weighing on others as well. How selfish he was being, wallowing in his own pain without thought for how his suffering affected those around him. Zemo was gone - they all lost something with his departure, and yet here was Cole drowning in his private sorrow as if it was the only thing that mattered.

It was an imposition, he knew, to expect others to bear witness to his unraveling or pick up the pieces of his broken heart. He should be stronger than this, carry his grief silently as Zemo would rather than make a public spectacle of his despair. But strength had fled, leaving only hollowed-out ruin in its wake. All Cole could do was succumb to the darkness steadily strangling him from within.

"And you know what they all say

You don't know what you got until it's gone"

Cole sat alone in the silent darkness, memories of his time with Zemo drifting bittersweet through his mind. He recalled lazy mornings waking in Zemo's arms, feeling sheer contentment in those quiet stolen moments before the demands of the day. Nights spent pour over old books or discussing philosophy and history by firelight, Zemo's passion for knowledge kindling Cole's own intellect.

Small touches and gestures that had simply been part of their everyday before now seemed precious - a hand guiding Cole's in a dance, fingers threading through his hair, the warmth of Zemo's smile, rarely shared but capable of lighting Cole's world when it appeared. Only now, through the harsh lens of loss, did Cole truly grasp how much he had taken for granted. These days of intimacy and understanding were behind them now, the realization leaving only emptiness in its wake. You never do know what you had, Cole thought sadly, until you find yourself with nothing at all.

"How long could we be a sad song

'Til we were too far gone to bring back to life?"

Cole recalled the subtle shifts in Zemo in the weeks and months preceding their parting. There had been an increasing distance in Zemo's eyes, a hint of darkness creeping into his gaze that hadn't fully lifted even in their most intimate moments. His smiles came less easily, and he seemed to pull away emotionally when once they had been open books to one another.

At first Cole had tried to draw Zemo back out, concerned something weighed on his mind. But Zemo remained resignedly silent and aloof, no longer willing to share the thoughts that so obviously plagued him. As the distance between them stretched each day, Cole feared he was losing the man he loved to some interior abyss he could neither name nor navigate.

Each morning it took more effort to rouse even a glimmer of warmth from Zemo's cold exterior. Cole wondered how long they could continue like ghosts drifting past one another, until the sadness encircling them became something inescapable, and the men they used to be faded beyond any power to restore. It seemed Zemo had walked that line and crossed over, leaving Cole alone on the near side, grieving for what was lost.

"I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier"

Cole sat among the debris of his shattered world, exhaustion like lead in his bones. Though he tried to hide it, Zemo had always seen straight through to his core - and what had he found there? Only a man straining under the weight of another's burdens, doing all he could simply to keep standing as blow after blow fell.

He had spared nothing in caring for Zemo, holding his fractured soul in gentle hands and easing what pain he was able. In turn, Cole's own seams had slowly begun to tear under the pressure, leaked agony seeping through the cracks in his facade of strength. Always he strove to remain stalwart, a solid foundation for the other to lean on.

But foundations can crumble under enough strain, as Cole had finally at length done. Now surrounded by ruins, he questioned all that had come before - had he truly offered solace, or only served as another burden for Zemo to bear? Perhaps in caring so deeply for another, he had neglected his own wellbeing until there was nothing left to give. Cole wept now not only for their lost love, but for all the ways he may have failed the one person whose regard had meant most.

"And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her"

Cole knew that if he were to look within himself with brutal honesty, he too would not have chosen such a broken mate. All his value had been placed in another's hands, leaving himself neglected and wanting. He knew now that his endless deference to Zemo's every pain and need, however well-intentioned, had been borne not from pure caring alone - there were uglier motives entwined.

In pleasing Zemo so completely, in making himself indispensable, had he simply sought validation and purpose? Had he wrapped his own insecure soul in the guise of selflessness, so that Zemo's favor became the lens through which he viewed his worth? No wonder such a foundation proved perilously unstable, cracking under the slightest pressure once Zemo's regard began to waver.

"And I'm fadin', thinkin'

"Do something, babe, say something" (say something)

"Lose something, babe, risk something" (you're losin' me)

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing (got nothing)

To believe"

Cole knew Zemo was resolved to leave, yet in his eyes he dared to hope that some part of the man he loved remained, a part that could feel Cole's pain and be swayed. As Zemo turned to go, Cole's gaze bored into him with exhausted desperation.

"Please," Cole whispered, voice cracked and fraying like his ravaged heart. "If there is any part of you that can be reached...do something. Say anything to make this agony stop. Or if you cannot stay your hand, at least grant me some small sign that what we had was real to you."

A tear broke free, tracing the exquisite torment on Cole's face. "I have nothing left to sustain me if you go like this, without a word of comfort or care for what becomes of me. One word is all I ask to ease this void threatening to swallow me whole. Then I can let you walk away in peace."

Zemo met his pleading eyes but a moment. Some words passed between them, unspoken yet understood, before Zemo turned once more toward the darkness and was gone.

"Stop (stop, stop), you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore"

His heart shattered beyond repair, Cole withdrew into a pain so profound he could no longer bear another's touch or kindness. While friends reached out in concern, their words and comforts seemed hollow echoes that could not carry through the dense fog enveloping his soul.

Each day Cole faded further, going through motions of living while inside he ceased to do more than merely exist. His vibrant spirit had been severed from this mortal shell it once animated; only an echo remained, drifting wraithlike through the ruins of what was.

No pulse of life or hope stirred in the ashen wasteland Cole had become. His heart, once so full of passion and longing, lay stilled; no force of will seemed capable of jolting it to beat again. And so Cole dwelt as one already dead, wandering a purgatory of his own shattered making, lost to all in this world and the next.

decided that one of our OG couples deserved a fanfic of how the things ended between them, so there you go!😁

tags: @missstrawbs2001 @jackiequick @blueboirick @cherrysft @meiramel @purpleprincessonfyre @ask-missparker @askstevella @therealdaydreamstark @rickb-chaos @luna-d-marsh @rooster-84 @gaminggirlsstuff

#oc post #oc rp #oc rpg #marvel #marvel roleplay #marvel oc #marvel x oc #cole lensherr #helmut zemo

[dragnelly]

Spoiler warning-In the Shadow of the Study

Somewhat edited, this is my second draft. May possibly add more details to it but I left things a bit vague so readers are able to imagine their own character (boy or girl). Again, I’m open to request. Thank you in advance! <3

Examining the spine-chilling carving on the door, you carefully considered all your options. Is this really what it came down to? If so, you knew what your answer would be. There was no possible way you could cast the Cruciatus curse on Sebastian. After all, he was the one who held your heart in the palm of his hands without even realizing it. You would do anything for this Slytherin boy. You’d follow him to the ends of the earth. Die for him even. So this? This was nothing. You took a moment to glance at Ominis Gaunt who was currently pacing back and forward only a few feet away from where you and Sebastian stood before you looked directly into Sebastian Sallow’s eyes. “—But I will not cast it on you” You tentatively said.

A million thoughts ran through Sebastian’s mind but only one stood out among the rest. This was for Anne. “Very well,” He spoke softly, “I won’t forget this.” He raised his wand and when you stood up straight—purposeful and prepared—he shouted, “Crucio!”

A bright red light shoot out of the end of his wand and struck you in the chest, knocking all the air out your lungs. A torturous scream filled the room. Was that you? You fell crippled to your knees as the most unbearable pain devoured your entire existence. It was like your brain was splitting into two while your heart pumped glass through your veins. The air you frantically gasped for felt like you were swallowing acid. Were you on fire? No. Were you drowning? Maybe both. Tears threaten against your eyes. Who were you? Secretly, you wished for death. Because death had to be mercy compared to this. Hopelessly, you searched the room for a way to end this and when your gaze landed on Sebastian, everything came back to you.

Endure it, a voice demanded in your head. This was for him. But the seconds seemed like hours and in all honesty, you didn’t know if you’d survive this. “Are you alright?” Sebastian had got down on his knees in front of you, his wand on the ground and the hand he used to cast the curse with was now resting on your shoulder. The determination he had to help Anne was slowly being replaced with the guilt of harming you. “Y/N,” He hesitated, “I’m-I’m sorry—I didn’t,” Sebastian was going to say, he didn’t mean it but of course he did. Everyone in this room knew he meant it. “I-I don’t know how to stop it.”

“You can’t.” Ominis broke his silence. His body felt cold and all he wanted was to seek warmth. To get far away as possible from this environment but his feet didn’t budge. This was everything he stood against. The reason he no longer associated with his family. But he couldn’t leave his best friend. He couldn’t leave you.

As quickly as the pain came, it went. However, you remained glued in floor, terrified that if you moved, it would trigger the pain to start again. You desperately clutched onto your sanity as you started to say, “That pain,” But when you body finally registered Sebastian’s grip, you starred into his beautifully stoic eyes and the words you wanted to say, disappeared from your lips. “I’m okay,” You smiled weakly, hoping to give him some kind of reassurance. “Let’s continue.”

Sebastian sighed, feeling somewhat relieved. He hated himself for causing you excruciating pain. He wanted to hold you. Comfort you. Even cry with you. Without thinking, he slid his hand off your shoulder and gently caressed your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn’t realize had fallen. For once, you gave into your desires and leaned into his touch, closing your eyes. You would do it again, you thought to yourself. For Sebastian. For Anne. You would endure the pain, any day, for them.

#sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #fanfic #hogwarts legacy

[r4gersblog]

©LOVES FRAGILE DANCE

Synopsis: a story in which love can never overcome heartbreak.

Paring: Rintaro Suna x f!reader

Warnings: talks of cancer, talks of chemo, talks of death. Please note that this is not the way the canon character acts and is only to complete the plot.

Y/N had always been a fighter. She faced life's challenges with a smile, even when the odds were stacked against her. It was that indomitable spirit that caught the attention of Suna, a young man who couldn't help but be drawn to her strength.

Their love story was like a fairytale in the beginning. They met at the hospital, both battling their own demons. Y/N had been diagnosed with cancer, a cruel twist of fate for someone so full of life. Suna, a quiet and introspective soul, was grappling with his own health issues.

Their first conversation was tentative, hesitant, but soon they found solace in each other's company. They talked about their dreams, their fears, and everything in between. Y/N's laughter, despite the pain she endured, was a beacon of light in Suna's life.

As they grew closer, their love deepened. They supported each other through chemotherapy sessions, held hands during endless hospital visits, and found hope in each other's eyes. Their love was a refuge from the relentless storm of illness that surrounded them.

One day, as they sat in the hospital garden, Y/N looked at Suna with a glimmer of sadness in her eyes. "Suna," she whispered, "promise me something."

Suna took her hand, his heart heavy with the knowledge of what she was about to ask. "Anything, Y/N. You know I'll do anything for you."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke, "Promise me that you'll remember the love we shared, no matter what happens."

Suna nodded, unable to find words to express the depth of his feelings. "I promise, Y/N. I'll never forget."

Weeks turned into months, and their love blossomed. They shared stolen moments of joy amidst the pain. Y/N's courage was a constant source of inspiration for Suna, and he cherished every day they spent together.

But fate, as it often does, had its own plans. Y/N's condition deteriorated rapidly, and the doctors could offer no more than palliative care. The end was approaching, and Y/N knew it.

One day, with tears in her eyes, Y/N held Suna's hand. "Suna, I love you more than words can say. I need you to do something for me."

Suna's heart ached, knowing what was coming. "Anything, Y/N. You just have to ask."

She mustered a weak smile. "I want you to let me go. I want you to remember the love we had, but I don't want you to see me suffer anymore. It's time."

Suna nodded, his voice choked with emotion. "I'll do it, Y/N. I'll let you go."

And so, Y/N's final week arrived. Suna held her hand, his heart breaking with each passing moment. He watched her slip away, knowing that her pain would finally be at an end.

But in the midst of his grief, Suna realized something profound. He regretted not spending every moment with Y/N, not cherishing her as he should have. And in the cruelest twist of fate, a week before she passed away, he broke up with her, believing it was an act of love to spare her the pain of a breakup.

Y/N left this world with the memory of their love, but also the sadness of a broken heart. Suna, haunted by his decision, carried the weight of regret for the rest of his days. He had loved and lost, but the cost of that loss was a pain that would never fade.

In the end, their love story was a bittersweet symphony, a reminder that sometimes, love's fragility makes it all the more precious, and that regret can be the heaviest burden of all.

#suna rintarou #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarō #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintaro haikyuu #haikyuu #light angst #angst #angst with a sad ending #haikyu x reader #haikyū!!

[railroad-migraine]

I saw that you are open to Cahir fics, so I have come to deliver (well, request)

I don’t have anything specific per say, but I’d love to see something enemies to lovers with him. Thank you so much!

"It's Different Now"

-> Cahir x GN! Reader

Notes: Lovedddd writing this. Arguing, confession of feelings. Typical enemies to lovers.

~ Poet

The double doors to the keep are opened as you approach, the cool evening air hitting your face the you step out. But you don't falter, don't hesitate, and push on despite the Black Knight hot on your heels.

Cahir, slightly winded from already chasing you through gardens and hallways, briefly nods to the guards stationed in heavy armour before quickening his pace. There's a sneer on his face the moment he spots you duck into the stables, but he swallows his pride and follows you anyway. He won't let you leave so easily.

He is a human shadow, trailing behind you and maneuvering around stable boys and loose riding equipment hanging from hooks. He narrowly avoids being swatted by an opening stall door or being tripped up by a handler. You, far more confident and sure in your end goal, hastily brush away the hot tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

"Cahir, I do not wish to discuss the matter any further-"

"Of course, because it's so like you to run away when matters become inconvenient," he snarks. His scowl disappears as you remove a saddle from a post and strap it onto your waiting mount. The horse - a gift of thanks for your service to the White Flame, and your escape from this conversation - snuffles at your shoulder comfortingly as you fasten and tighten various buckles. Cahir stands a few feet away, his frown deepening when you continue to avoid his eye. "Surely you do not think this is fair to either of us?"

"Things are different between us now. End of story." Your expression is stony as you mount, as neutral as you can keep it while your heart is breaking.

You both have been stationed together for far too long. So many tactics planned, journeys taken, squads trained. All while you stood by his side, simmering in feelings unbeknownst to you were affectionate, interpreting them as a mutual disdain for each other, and mourning for what could have been. Too long you waited, and it's damn time you leave this place and found love elsewhere.

No, no it's not fair to either of you.

But not everything you have endured has been fair.

The reins are tugged out of your grip. You gape down at the Knight, an unspoken question in the air.

"And what if I don't want this story to end?"

You momentarily forget the situation you're in, a pained expression morphing across your features, your steely composure crumbling under his gaze. He wets his lips, mouth suddenly dry, and grips onto the reins tighter, knuckles going white. "Allow me to make a proposal."

You snort, emotion welling up in your throat as you blink back tears that threaten to spill from your eyes. "Marriage is the last resolve I thought you'd suggest-"

"Not that sort of proposal," he bites back in frustration. Oh, how his face is flushed, and it shames him that he feels so warm at the mere idea of eloping. Your eyes bore into his, and he manages to find some strength within him to continue. "Not yet, at least."

Not yet.

A promise. Something that could be possible, maybe not tomorrow, but one day. Hope twists and gnaws within you, despite how much you want to hate it.

"I suggest," Cahir offers, "that this story of ours has a few more chapters in it yet. I think we should turn to a new page, and find what's to be."

Your horse whinnies impatiently, and suddenly paws at the ground in frustration - eager to go, you assume. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, and coo softly in an attempt to comfort your faithful animal, promising an evening gallivant no matter how this confrontation ends. In the corner of your eye, Cahir steps closer to where you are mounted.

"We've seen the worst of each other, yes? And yet," he gestures vaguely, an exasperated smile on his face. "We still refuse to abandon whatever it is we have." The tension between you is palpable, ready to snap. "I... care for you, if you can believe that. I shouldn't, but I do. And I want to do this right - I want to care for you the way you deserve."

The seconds tick by, achingly slow.

Despite pauldrons weighing down your shoulders and the armour fitted across your torso, reassured by your strength and accomplishments, you cannot help but feel stripped bare under the intensity in his eyes.

You consider batting away his hand when he reaches for your own, or even spur your horse so that you race away from him and this place entirely. But the heat from his hands bleed through the soft leather of your riding gloves and you grip his fingers tightly on instinct. After so long, so much waiting, and quiet yearning for someone who knew you at your worst and you theirs, you do not want to let him go.

A shadow of a smile is exchanged between you, like a secret in the back of the stables. You steadily dismount while he hovers beside you, a newfound softness in his tone when he speaks once more.

"If you'll let me... I want to show you the best of me. It's only fair to the both of us."

#the witcher #the witcher imagine #the witcher imagines #the witcher fic #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fanfic #the witcher x reader #witcher #witcher x reader #witcher cahir #witcher fic #witcher imagine #cahir #cahir imagine #cahir x reader #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach x reader #the witcher netflix x reader #the witcher netflix #the witcher netflix imagine

[ilydottie]

| Agoraphobia |

Albedo x Kaeya x GN!Reader

Warnings: reader has agoraphobia, he/him pronouns for albedo, modern au, he/him pronouns for Kaeya, Kaeya, reader, and Albedo are polyamorous, heavily selfship, vent fic, hurt/comfort, fluff, not beta’d, soulmate au, 850 ish words.

A/n: Hi hi this is a very personal fic to me and not many will probably be able to relate, but that’s okay because i wrote this for me and me alone <3 but if you do read this, thank you and please enjoy! Okay idk what else to say other than thank you for giving me a space to write/post this because this fic is very near and dear to me. 

Tags: @suyacho

Your hands trembled as you fisted your phone in your hand, head turning rapidly in all directions to catch every blind spot. It was a big step, a humongous one in fact. This was a good thing, if only you could actually agree with that sentiment. Walking out the front of your door, past the front steps,and down the trail which would lead to Mondstadt was a bigger step than any you had ever taken. So, then why was it becoming so impossible to do it? You wanted to do this, had wanted to do it for quite some time now. So, why was it so hard? Why was leaving the sanctity of your home such a nerve wracking situation?

You could do this, you told yourself. At least that’s what you had been trying to convince yourself of for the past hour. You were supposed to have left for Mondstadt by now, but still you found yourself stuck on the very last step in front of your small, but cozy house. You had two hours left till Kaeya and Albedo came home from their long days at work, and you couldn’t even make it past the front steps to go surprise them at work. And before you knew it you were covered in tears and running back inside, safe and sound. 

Hours passed and by the time Albedo and Kaeya had arrived home they had found you curled up in bed sound asleep, your face had become dry of all your tears, but the aching in your chest still remained. You didn’t remember much from hours before, only the pain in your chest and the unsettling feeling at the bottom of your stomach, but when you awoke to the soft rustling of hands rubbing your shoulders and caressing your face, it all came back to you. The pain, the anxiety, and the fear all came rushing back as you realized what you had done and what you had failed to do. 

You shot upright in bed and were met by two familiar faces, Albedo and Kaeya. Quickly they reassured you all was well and rested your head back onto the fluffy pillow, smiling down at you with concerned expressions. Albedo laid beside you on the bed and Kaeya rested behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing the back of your neck softly. You were thankful, so thankful and blessed to have the company of two amazing people to comfort you and get you through what hurt you the most. You were grateful to the fact that you could lean on and rely on them for support when you needed it. 

Albedo kissed your forehead as he entangled his fingers in between yours with a tender smile, and nuzzled his nose against yours. “I love you.” He whispered against your lips. 

He kissed you and kissed you and kissed you until you soon found yourself forgetting what the pain had felt like. Until the only thing you were thinking about was how soothing his lips felt pressed upon yours. Behind you Kaeya had fallen asleep holding you, most likely due to another long and draining day as Cavalry Captain. Albedo stayed awake watching you, studying you and kissing you until he was sure your heart had healed some of the most previous hurt it endured. He looked you deep in your beautiful eyes and hummed a familiar lullaby to you. He stroked your cheek and rested his head so close to yours that yours and his foreheads touched. The feeling was one you’d never forget, nor would ever want to. 

Looking at him never became tiring, not with a face as heavenly as his. It both calmed and excited you, in a way you couldn’t quite explain or put your finger on. So, you just smiled and tried your best to keep your eyes open, even as they fluttered rapidly in an attempt to finally close. It wasn’t just his pretty face which calmed you, but the way he treated you, looked at you. It was as if he could see past every insecurity you had and chose to love you anyway. He looked at you the way soulmates were supposed to look at each other, and that’s exactly what the three of you were, soulmates. You looked at him once more and smiled widely before placing your hands on his face and kissing him slowly, and passionately. 

He pulled away and said, “Everything’s okay now, I promise.” He reassured you, and continued doing so until your body finally gave in and you fell asleep in the arms of both men who loved you dearly. 

You allowed yourself to trust in his words and actions and believe for once that everything would be alright, even if it felt like your whole world was falling apart. And even if the world was going to crumble away and every dangerous thing in the world were to occur tomorrow, you would trust in both your sweet boys to protect you and get through that horrible moment, until it would inevitably pass and the sun would shine on all three of you, again. 

#albedo x reader #kaeya x reader #albedo x you #kaeya x you #albedo x y/n #kaeya x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n

[weministertomonsters]

Gone Rogue - 2

The Isharin was right. The heat is going to kill you. You fled from the ruins of your home with nothing but the clothes on your backs. There was nothing to take anyway.

You have walked only a few miles, but the sun is baking your back and the air seems to be dancing. You understand why you must put some distance between you and the Isharin, and you wish to the gods that the sun will go down quickly. You never cared much for the gods of either of your parents, but you pray to both of them now, Minrūn for protection and Vorqa for endurance.

If you're up there, help us.

Kalen is a few strides ahead of you, looking out for danger. The rocky walls seem to draw closer and closer, and your eyebrows furrow. This is why the passage to the desert is called the Canyon of Pain, you realize as you slip on the loose stones.

Travelers have to pass through the canyon to reach the deserts and vice versa, and your parents capitalized on that and built their home near the mouth of the canyon. They became very wealthy from trading with the Tariq, the clan that lives in the desert beyond.

"Kalen," you gasp, leaning back against the crumbling rock. "Can we stop for a rest?"

He doesn't say yes, but he doesn't say no either. As you sink into a puddle on the floor he paces like a caged lion, craning his head up to look at the rocky overhang. Besides being a natural death trap, the Cayon of Pain gives bandits a way to ambush travelers from above.

"I'm sorry," you say, gulping down a sip of precious water from the waterskin and wiping the sweat from your upper lip. "I'm slowing you down."

"My Lady, I'm here to protect you. I am not running to save my own head."

"But you could. You still can," you protest. "You know I won't stop you."

Kalen crouches down in front of you and the seriousness on his face is almost scary.

"You forget the oath I took," he says. "I consumed your blood and I am bound to you, as you are bound to me. If we die, we will go together."

You scrunch up your nose to try and hide the fact that tears just rushed into your eyes. For a person to give their life up is no small matter, and you feel like you certainly aren't worthy of that.

"Um," you say, standing up quickly. "We should continue."

"Do you want me to carry you?" Kalen asks, and that makes you laugh.

"You're underestimating me, Kalen Talath."

"Very well," he replies, and the journey continues.

You're determined to push until you get out of this damned canyon, so even when your legs beg for rest and your feet prickle with pain, you forge on. Thank the gods your nails are clipped short, otherwise they'd be broken and chipped with the way you have to keep reaching to the rocky walls to catch yourself.

Kalen isn't struggling at all, you think as you glance at him through the corner of your eye.

His back is straight and his eyes alert, sharpening at even the slightest movement of a dry tumbleweed. If he is weary, it doesn't show. Then again, he is from the Tariq clan. The desert is like a home to his people and he is used to physical toil due to being a bodyguard. He took his job seriously even though there were little to no threats to your safety. There were many nights that you stayed up to secretly watch him practice his swordsmanship.

"This canyon," you ask to fill the silence, "was it always like this?"

"If we are to believe the legends, then we are walking on the bottom of the biggest river that ever was," Kalen replies. "When gods still roamed the earth, one of them grew so thirsty that he leaned down to have a drink and emptied the river. A goddess passing through many moons later languished of thirst and found the river was drained. In spite, she cursed the land with an everlasting drought and it has been so since."

"That came straight from Bella san Adenai. One of my history books," you laugh. "I have it memorized."

"So do I, at this point," Kalen says, and you pause and turn to look at him.

"How? If you don't mind me asking," you add hastily.

"I am present in the room with you in your studies, am I not?" He replies. "I listen."

"You really are something," you say. "I have known noblemen less driven to gaining knowledge than you."

"I have nothing better to do with my life, My Lady." Kalen laughs.

"Are you never getting married, then?" You ask cautiously.

"No." His answer is so short that you bite your lip and drop it.

Don't start now, you warn yourself.

It's none of your business, even though you want it to be. The silence is a little awkward after that. It feels like your prayers have been answered when the Canyon of Pain ends as abruptly as it began, spitting you out into an ocean of dunes that stretch as far as the eye can see. It's so open and empty, not a tree in sight. There are a few rocky outcrops that provide shade, but even the closest of them is still far away. The wind hisses around your ankles and the air shimmers.

"Wow," you murmur.

"We'll wait here until the sun goes down," Kalen says. "At least we have the shade of the rock walls. And then we walk by night and until take shelter so that we can weather the worst of the day."

"Very well." You sit down- on the ground since there is no other option- and pull off your shoes.

"My Lady!" Kalen says in that gruff tone that indicates displeasure.

"It just looks bad," you say sheepishly, studying your feet.

"You are not used to walking such long distances on rough terrain. I should have given you rest," he sighs.

"I'm fine! Really, I don't even feel the pain."

Kalen crouches and takes your foot by the ankle propping it up on his knee, examining it. He frowns.

"You will soon. You should listen to your body, My Lady."

Despite the heat, your cheeks warm.

"I-I think I am?" You stammer. "Listening, that is. Um."

He ignores your fumbling and reaches into one of his pockets and brings out a small jar. It is filled with a light green paste.

"What is that?" You ask.

"A soothing balm," he says, scooping some out and gently applying it to the soles of your feet and your ankles.

"You will rest until we have to walk again," he says. "Perhaps I will carry you."

You don't protest this time, because while his touch is gentle, it wakes up your nerves, so you're feeling the pain now, just like he predicted.

You lean back against the rocky wall and sigh. You'd be anything for a bath, but you're not even going to entertain the thought. You'd be lucky just to find enough water for drinking. You hold out the waterskin to Kalen and when he refuses you scowl and say,

"You need to drink. I don't want you fainting of thirst."

His lips twitch, but he takes it and drinks a little. Then he too sits down, crossing his legs and closing his eyes. He doesn't seem to get tired of holding his back so straight. You fidget, then take your hair down and braid it up again so the loose strands don't tickle the nape of your neck.

The dots of paint on your fingers are beginning to flake and with a start, you remember you were going to be attending the Nin festival in Denara with your parents. You had been so excited as you went to buy the paint to prepare yourself for the festival, only to return and find black smoke billowing from the pile of rubble your house used to be.

"Kalen?" You whisper, but he doesn't respond.

He's probably meditating. You use the collar of your dress to awkwardly wipe at the stray tears on your face and try to close your eyes and rest as well. You trust Kalen to keep you safe.

What feels like hours later, you wake up to a sudden noise. The sky is orange, growing darker as the sun falls below the horizon. You've been sleeping with Kalen's coat bundled under your head as a makeshift pillow. And as you prop yourself up on your elbows, you see the entrance to the Canyon of Pain in the distance.

He must have carried you here, to the shade of one of the rocky outcrops. You hadn't woken up when he carried you and you're rather ashamed about that. Only a few hours of journey is enough to do you in like that.

Then you remember that something woke you. You turn your head, expecting to see Kalen, but instead you're staring at the bony knees of a shriveled old man. He's crouched beside you and has his head tipped back, guzzling down the last of your precious water.

You let out a startled shriek and grab the waterskin from him, which knocks him off balance. He makes pitiful sounds and throws an arm up, clearly expecting you to hit him. You were considering it, but now you lower the waterskin and stare warily at him. Maybe it's just age, but he's rather funny-looking. He has no hair on his head but sports a full, bristly white mustache that pokes over his wet pink lips.

His skin is the color of cocoa, so wrinkled that it resembles dried fruit. He's also very short, coming no higher than your hip, wearing a loincloth and nothing more, which makes you wonder how he's surviving the heat. Maybe that's why his skin looks the way it does.

Once it's obvious you're not going to hurt him he smiles at you with the few teeth he has left and turns to a dusty pack lying on the sand and digs into it. He brings what looks like a piece of cactus out. The spikes have been cleaned off and the part where he snapped it off from a larger piece of cactus is leaking clear water-like liquid.

He wants you to take it. You hesitate, clutching the waterskin and staring warily at him.

Kalen appears around the rock. "My Lady, we can begin walking now-"

He pauses for just a moment to take in the scene and then lunges forward, drawing his sword. The old man yelps and drops onto his knees, clasping his hands together.

"Alone!" He cries out. "Alone!"

Kalen stops short looks around for any others. There are none. He points the sword at the old man's neck, then uses the flat side of the blade to force him to look up. The old man grins sheepishly, transforming his face into a sea of wrinkles and yellow, squinting eyes.

"You," Kalen says with a scoff.

The old man shakes his clasped hands in a begging gesture.

"Old friend," he says. "Old friend yes?"

You glance at Kalen. "Do you two know each other?"

#dystopian #monster x reader #monster x human #exophilia