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milky-aeons · 4 months

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𝐁𝐘 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

౨ৎ . . . even though you may not always be by his side, there are multiple ways you and ARMIN ARLERT express your love for each other.

warnings: sexual content, memories of war, ptsd, marriage, pregnancy, mdni, w.c 845

♪ . . . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ tenerife sea — ed sheeran ꒱ ˎˊ-

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who was, at first, not very forthcoming about his feelings towards you. Who allowed them to balloon into something monstrous, something that wouldn't let his eyes leave you no matter where you came or when you went.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who mustered up the courage to ask you on a date after weeks of deliberation. That mind of his really was a double-edged sword, having the ability to lead squadrons to victory but crumbled when he looked into your eyes and became so adorably tongue-tied.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who, on the day of your wedding, wore a crown of flowers in her hair and jewellery made from emerald sea-glass. Who kept the jewellery on that night you spent together, the smooth stone sliding over your bouncing breasts as you rode him into ecstasy.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who held him tight on those nights he couldn't sleep. When the haunting echoes of war visited him instead of dreams. Who cradled him against your chest and carded through his golden hair, humming to him a song from your childhood, until his tense shoulder muscles smoothened down and he took more even, slumbering breaths.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who was always phenomenal when it came to choosing gifts. Whether they be for special occasions like your one year anniversary — when he surprised you with that delicate little music box specially crafted to play that tune, the one you always sung to him — or little delicates he brought home after a long day's work. Chocolates, flowers, books from the Capital where he conducted the duties of Commander.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who would know immediately when your husband has had a taxing day. When he'd come through the door of the little town house you shared — his eyes shadowed, his hair mused from where he ruffled at it. You would go to him and place longer, sweeter kisses against his lips. You would instruct him to sit in the kitchen so you could brew him some tea, so you could take your fingers to his temples and draw soothing little circles.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who brought you to the beach on late summer's nights. Who would be mysterious and playful with his little secret, ushering you out of the house when you least expected it. Of course, he had the charade planned right down to the finer details; the standing wax candles in the sand, the blanket, the bottle of fine Mitras wine and two polished glasses waiting to be drunk.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who was reserved with his desires, and yet eager to please you at the same time. Who would murmur hot and heady into your ear; where do you need it, love? Does it feel good when I do this? Tell me what you need, let me please you. Who had years of power in his honed abdomen muscles and thighs as he would use them to thrust into you without conviction. Who would relish in the way you called out his name as your walls clenched around him, undoing him by the very seams.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who gave him a small clothed package unannounced one day. Watchful as he undid the layers with those gorgeous blue eyes wide and curious. Who did not take long to understand what the gift meant — a little wooden horse and a hat that would be much too small for him. He had stood, unbelieving, his eyes shining with tears, and picked you up in a hug that stole the air from your lungs and spun you round, round, round.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who lay beside your curved belly swollen with life and read to them. About fields of fire, endless seas of ice, vast rivers of colour in the night sky. Who would place kisses to your unborn child, who would place kisses on the back of your hand and tell you how much he loved you.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who cooked with you on the days he had been spared from his military duties. Who would lift your beautiful child up into the air and make them giggle as you stirred the pot. Who would come up behind you and encircle you in his strong arms, placing a quick, chaste kiss on your temple.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who was cunning with him, adoring the blush that still coloured your husbands cheeks when you did something daring. You would seek him out on late nights in the study as he poured over reports by lamplight. Quietly, you would slip your nightdress down from your shoulders and let it fall to a pool at your feet. It always made your pulse flutter, the way he looked at you, like a man strangled. Like a man so madly and irrevocably in love.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who, before he left every morning and before he closed his eyes at night, would mutter the same exact words;

"I love you, my moon and stars."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who would murmur right back;

"And I love you too, my entire night sky."

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#attack on titan #aot #aot fanfiction #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin arlet x reader #armin arlert fluff #armin arlet smut #armin arlet headcanons #i was feeling very big feelings for this man tonight #i love him too much #🪄— milky writes #headers by firefly graphics! <3 #‼️ — spoilers #💓 — thump

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xxstealla · 2 months

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Traitor Pt.3

scaramouche x reader angst

In which scaramouche "prefers Haypasia's presence over yours"

tw: Mentions of Dottore

The following weeks for Scaramouche were terrible. His plans to become a god were ruined by the almighty traveller.

The Fatui, namely Dottore left him to rot and Haypaisa didn’t even bat an eye at him after his defeat.

The hollow walls of the building the two of you once shared reflects the emptiness of his the place where his heart was supposed to be.

The worst part is you’re gone and it was all his fault. He thought he didn’t need you anymore. He didn’t need a personal so emotional to hinder him in his route to godhood. He didn’t need someone he could potentially endanger. He didn’t need to have someone who makes his chest bleed everytime he sees them hurt. He didn’t need someone who makes him feel so vulnerable. He didn’t need someone who makes him feel so human.

Guilt was gnawing at him now. The emptiness you left upon him was larger than he anticipated. He thought it would be worth it to set you free from his mommy issues, but was it worth it after all?

He wants to find you and tell you that he didn’t mean all the words he said, all the hurtful things he did.

But it was too late.

No matter how much he longs for you to come back and tell him for everything that he did and his words never impacted you with that radiant smile you always wore, you looked so happy with that Liyue bastard.

Perhaps in another life, free from the shackles of his responsibilities, the persona he had created, and the titles he bore, he could love you wholeheartedly.

“I’m so sorry y/n. I know my apology means nothing, I know I can’t take back the pain I inflicted onto you. But this ache is too much to bear. Every time I wake up, the bed feels too cold without your warmth. The kitchen is gathering dust with no one needing food. The cabinet on the floor remains untouched with all your favourite snacks inside. I can’t do this, everywhere I go, I see your face, it’s like the ghost of you haunts me and you’re not even dead. Well I’m probably dead to you anyway, but I just want you to know, if there ever comes a day you want to reminisce, or if that green emo guy breaks your heart, I will be in the husk of our home. In any case, I hope that the future you find with that guy will make your smile twice as large as when you were with me.”

I am listening to happier by Ed sheeran while writing this, so you can probably see the references.

#genshin x y/n #angst #genshin #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #wanderer x y/n #pain #genshin angst #genshin x reader #wanderer angst #scaramouche angst #kunikuzushi x reader #xiao x y/n #xiao x reader #haypasia

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animeomegas · 7 months

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Thinking about Baxter Ward again, sir, please remove yourself from my brain.

But also, what if MC became famous in the interim five years after they broke up? Crucially, what if MC became a famous singer? What if they had a song that became popular for first dances at weddings?

I worked at maybe 5 weddings per weekend when I was working at a fancy hotel, and let me tell you, they all use the same couple of songs, mainly Ed Sheeran. My point is, it's not inconceivable for MC's 'wedding' song becoming popular that Baxter has to listen to them singing a love song at one in every three weddings he plans.

Imagine him having to supress a sigh when yet another couple chooses that for their first dance. Him having to hear it over and over again while he teaches them to dance. And finally, watching the first dance, MC's song in the background.

Maybe it's even playing in the restaurant where he's meeting with Scott and Jude. He's supressing a sigh, debating internally if this is some kind of punishment, when suddenly MC is standing right there in front of him.

They've been haunting him, their music has been haunting him, and now they're standing right there.

#baxter ward #our life #hcs #headcanons #i love thinking about this man #i have a problem please help #baxter

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psychelis-new · 1 year

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pick a pile: "From the Universe to you: your next gift/s"

take a breath and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read a brief description of what positive news/experiences and gifts may be on your way. there will be short messages in each pile about any type of blessing coming in. each pile may bring only one gift (idk yet) so if you feel called by more piles, good for you!

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one, there may be messages in each of those piles. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life.

(photos found on unsplash)

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pile 1

Your main gift is self love. You'll be more able to see your worth, and how valuable is all that you have done and still do everyday in your life, not just for others but for yourself as well. You'll realize how far you went in your life, how much you grew (especially emotionally), how balanced you are. You'll see your strenght. Some of you are already on this path, others will embrace this calm, safe, confident energy soon. You will start giving yourself more, in means of time and self care: time to do things you enjoy, to follow your hobbies (esp. creative ones), to take care of your mental health and of your body (take it as resonates for you: from long baths and body lotions/spa days, to exercising/yoga and healthy eating). You'll grow even more into you power. Water is very important, either in its first meaning or as emotions/passions. Whatever it is more (I guess a mix of the two), you'll get more in touch with who yuo are and what you love, you'll know yourself deeper and better, and you'll love it. and this will help you also for your other relationships (also those that will probably come later on).

song: give me love | ed sheeran

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pile 2

Your main gift is about determination and change. You'll become more positive about yourself and your abilities, you'll believe more in what you do or simply, you'll start trying to see the world from a better perspective in order to attract better things for yourself (some of you may have already started). And it'll work. there's no use in staying sad and blaming for what you lack: try your best to give it yourself. So you'll change your situation, after having healed this mental situation: your positive outlook, your ability to learn and not give you, will help you reach whatever goal you set in your sight. Most of them, or better, for the most of you, it's gonna be studies and career: you'll be ablet to top your exams and tests, and to start the career of your dreams. If you still haven't got an idea of what it may be, you'll have it all of a sudden (maybe even through a dream) once you'll start waking up with a smile on your face and be more open about what you may gain everyday, instead of what you haven't got (yet). Don't close off to all the abundance is waiting for you: just because you cannot see it or you cannot see signs of it, it doesn't mean it'll never reach you. Be patient.

song: leave the door open | anderson paak, bruno mars, silk sonic

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pile 3

Your gift is about closing with a chapter of your past. Could be a trauma related to your childhood that is haunting you these days (especially if related to a feminine energy, either yours being restricted or another, trying to control you or manipulate you in whatever way). You'll reach this closure point slowly, but it'll be probably once and for all (at least for most of you. Others will have to deal with some triggers still, but nothing as before: ofc we're all different, it could even mean that some of you will be able to move away from this energy -esp. if it's another person- and free themselves and heal/start again "faster" than others). There's confidence and calmness around you: it's different from what you have experienced or the anxiety that still causes you this trauma. It feels as someone looking at old photos but feeling distant from them. Not necessarily missing those days. For some it could mean a closure with someone from their past, but not in a bad way: feels more like some guilt trauma for how things ended or not having had the chance to really say goodbye (could be about someone who left this world too). Nostalgic feelings but with no sadness, just the pleasure of the memory. And realizing it's just a memory (good too, for many).

song: portrait | bang yongguk (no lyrics, feels really like there's no need to add words)

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pile 4

Opposite to pile 3, your gift seems the start of a new chapter involving love and light. I heard "enlightment". For some it can be a spiritual awakening or the start of a new chapter in your spirituality. For others of you it's connected to feeling more free and finding a new love (possibly your divine counterpart). It can even refer to freeing from a mentality or a person that has enclosed your thoughts for too long, someone controlling you or telling you how to act or think. It could mean finding your people (in particular, your person): those who won't judge you for who you really are at your core. Someone that balance you out perfectly, that gives you happiness and that you can build something long lasting with. For some, it's indeed about your destined person/future spouse. For others, especially those already in a relationship, could be a friend; for others again, it could be a a new job partner (you may start a business with someone new, and for some of you they could also become your romantic interest) or a mentor... despite I feel this last one a little less. All in all, it's a total new chapter in your life. and a pretty happy and adventurous one, in which you'll get the chance to be in control, to stand out and stand up for yourself (and maybe even a community), to be seen and appreciated, to shine bright as you're supposed to. For a few of you, you may be getting infos or downloads/dreams (esp. confirmations) about your divine counterpart before they'll come in your life.

song: the end | jpolnd

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Your gift is a huge surprise. You know how kids (but not just them) may shake gift boxes to try to understand what's inside? Yeah, that's the feeling. You may have an idea, but you're not sure yet. Still, you're hyped. And for a good reason. I think change is part of the gifts inside your box. And I mean a change similar to pile 2 (angel number 55): about you being more confident, more positive... but differently from that pile, it seems you are already there cause you're already hyped about what's coming. I feel it's about one or (maybe) more of your manifestations. It's about realizing that you have nothing to worry cause the Universe has your back, and no matter what seems to be going wrong, this is not supposed to last for long. It's about you balancing your emotional side, your fears, not being afraid of taking a look inside in the darkest part of yourself while still mantaining a positive attitude: you're not affected by that anymore. You know we're made both of dark and light, so you accept both of your sides equally. It's not that you hang on toxic positivity/neglect your fears, you confront it and don't let it take over you anymore by giving space to hope. I think some of you may be trying to manifest your lover (mirror energy) or a close friendship: you will make it. As for others.. your box could totally have any dream you're trying to manifest in your life, it really depends on your biggest wishes (even this inner balance). As I said, "huge surprise".

song: brown | kyle dion (18+ message here)

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pile 6

Your gift may not be coming very soon or is "in the making" atm. It may also be because you're not clear about what you really want? Or probably... yeah it could also come unexpectedly. Some of you may be reconnecting with people (or a person) from your past or move to a location that reminds you of good times in your childhood (for those who move away from your hometown/country, it could be about coming back). For others it could be the opposite: travelling abroad, travelling away and "fighting" a fear or an issue that kinda kept them stuck in a place (it could also be something mental/online, it doesn't have to be a physical travel for everyone). It seems a chance you may get about learning something or sharing your knowledge on a subject with others (for some it could be related to this past-person or a karmic cycle). It's totally an offer from the Universe, and it's up to you to accept it or not: accepting it, you may need to face some of your fears and insecurities, and possibly go against some of your "old" beliefs. But if you want to get something, you need to give something away too.. right? It could be something you may have wished for a long time but you didn't really focused on the practical part of it: it is probably time to do so and get ready to answer to this gift/offer without too much paranoia and insecurities. So what do you really want? And what are you ready to give away/do in order to get it? Anyway, huge stress on this past person (could be an ex) coming back and a lesson related to them from which to learn and decide what to do. And/or opening your mind/others' minds in some ways thanks to your newly acquired knowledge.

songs: cardigan | taylor swift; nowhere fast | ateller (yes you got two songs, don't tell others)

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heystephen · 10 months

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2023 swiftie survey results!

first of all, i want to thank everybody who took part in this and helped spread it to increase sample size. i put this together expecting to get 200 or so responses, but at the time of closing the survey, it had received 1,009 responses! so that's really awesome. the survey posed the following questions:

which era did you become a fan?

which album is your favorite?

what are your top three songs from each album?

what is your absolute favorite song by taylor?

i asked those questions for a few reasons. one being, i wondered if nostalgia plays a factor in peoples' favorite albums, or if people tend to favor the album related to the era that they became a fan. i also wondered what the true fan favorites of the albums could be, and what are the 'underrated' or lower tiered tracks. lastly, every so often a publication comes out with their own rankings of 'the best taylor swift songs of all time' and we all lose our minds because they're always so!! wrong!!!! so i wanted to see what it would look like if there was a swiftie-sourced list of favorite songs by her. anyway intro aside, here's the results below the cut, and brace yourselves!

NOTE: i couldn't find a way on google doc to change the colors on the pie charts otherwise i would've made them album color coded. i will also provide small descriptions of the data for those who have trouble reading the data from the charts, or can't see the images.

so it looks like most people became fans during the fearless era, which is just nearly tied with the debut era. the 1989 era comes in third, followed by speak now, red, folklore/evermore, reputation, lover and then midnights in that order.

the most popularly voted album for the favorite albums was folklore. speak now came in second place, then reputation in third. the rest of the albums came out ranked as evermore, then 1989, then lover, then midnights, then fearless, then the debut. yes, the debut has a teeny tiny little pie slice between midnights and fearless, it's really there if you squint.

the top 3 debut tracks were our song, should’ve said no and picture to burn. the most unpopular debut track was the pop remix of teardrops on my guitar. not too surprising although i thought stay beautiful was more of a fan fave than that.

the top 3 fearless tracks were the way i loved you, fearless and you belong with me. the most unpopular fearless track was superstar. (☹️) but shout out to my sweet baby hey stephen for doing better than i hoped!

the top 3 speak now tracks were long live, haunted and enchanted. this was maybe the most surprising one because i expected last kiss to be in the top 3! the most unpopular speak now track was superman.

the top 3 tracks for red were all too well (ten minute version), holy ground and state of grace. the last time came out more popular than i anticipated, while sad beautiful tragic didn’t quite get as much love as i thought it would. the most unpopular red track was run feat. ed sheeran, with just 8 votes. but again, it just proves that every song is beloved by someone.

so for 1989, the top 3 tracks were clean, style and new romantics. the most unpopular track was bad blood. i think this was pretty expected, people tend to gravitate toward the remix rather than the album version. over all, this one came out fully as i’d expect.

oh, getaway car. you never let the rest of the tracks on this album stand a chance in the running. the top tracks for reputation were getaway car by a mile, call it what you want and delicate. again, another interesting one. has call it what you want always been this popular? and of course, the most unpopular track was end game feat. future and ed sheeran.

just like getaway car, cruel summer absolutely jumped in the lead and took off running. the top 3 tracks for lover were cruel summer, death by a thousand cute and cornelia street. the archer also came out very popular and i think the tour performance has lended enormously to that, which i love. the most unpopular track was me! feat. brendon urie.. which i feared would happen :/

just like james, you guys couldn’t choose between august and betty, ‘cause the top two tracks for folklore were august and cardigan! my tears ricochet came in third place. the most unpopular folklore track was epiphany.

CONT. IN PART TWO DUE TO IMAGE LIMIT

#hold on for part 2 w/ evermore and midnights!

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notoriousbeb · 9 days

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autumn variations: a haylor pov

Longtime friend of both Taylor and Harry, Ed Sheeran, announced Autumn Variations, his seventh studio album, in August 2023, saying it was 14 tracks inspired by what his friends were going through in Fall 2022 (see @foxes-that-run timelines for the Folkmore Joever Harry’s House of it all).

He released it in September 2023.

There are three tracks I think could be about Harry and Taylor. Here they are.

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I see this as from Taylor’s perspective, in the midst of things falling apart with Joe, and perhaps in the wake of reconnecting with Harry during the pandemic while they were both in LA.

I'm a half-read story, I was fine on the shelf

Why did you take me down as if I needed your help?

No prior warnin', no one to catch when I fell

Now that you're not around, I'm not doin' so well

Do I look like a monster underneath all my skin?

I wanna cut all this open till I'm feelin' somethin'

Now I'm chasin' the cracks, so I can let the light in

I'm in love with the ghost of ya

Better luck next year, there's nothin' left here

Why am I constantly searchin', feelin' unsettled?

Livin' in Hell, pretendin' it's Heaven

Head spin, maybe I'm destined to be

Always lonely, alone, a loser, pathetic

Maybe tomorrow will be better

But I'm stuck on the page

I'm a half-read story, better off in the fire

Now I feel like the fool, haunted by desire

For a moment of glory, I would risk all I am

I look at what we had and I don't understand

Blue

When I listen to this, I think of Harry, pining in silence.

Oh, it took a while to read the signs

But she used to be a friend of mine

Leadin' forward, but fell behind

Loneliness redefined

Over and all of above, I hope for

Happiness is all you know, but

I can't help but holdin' on, on

Silence is never golden

Quietly stuck in the moment, I'm not over you

I'll be forever lonely

Silence ain't golden, you know that it's only blue

Blue

It's only blue

Blue

Oh, I missed the mark a hundred times

Tried to take it back and change the night

Yeah, we used to set the dream alive

Till the day it sunk and slowly died

Head > Heels

This I hear from mainly Harry’s perspective, but kind of telling the story from both their perspectives—what could be if they truly chose each other now.

She came in the bedroom

Lookin' like a photograph

Turned to face the window

Moonlight traced the contours of her back

Only she can see me

Shed the skin that guards the man

Sheltered by the ceiling

This is the start and end of everything

And we'll go it alone

'Cause no one will understand

How it just feels like flying

Here within the confines of your bed

How beautiful we blend

Crashin' in, head, then heels

Unrequited love songs

Longing words we used to sing

Your faith was in the first one

We opened up our hearts to let them in

And now all these scars are keloids

Reminding us and cautioning

Rebuild what was destroyed

Turn it, then the chapter can begin

#haylor

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yoonmeowzz · 2 years

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ateez ! on your first date

contents: gn!reader x ateez members, fluff and lots of cliché

warnings: mention of food in hwa's, yunho's and woo's (and kinda? in mingi's)

hongjoong

this boy is definitely thrift shopping with you. he would ask your opinion on every piece of clothing that catches his eye, because he wants to look good for you (for himself too ofc but u get me). every now and then he says "this would look amazing on you". and maybe he would try to find matching accessories for the both of you.

"do you like this necklace, y/n?"

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seonghwa

he either takes you to a coffee shop or you have a movie night at home. maybe both. some nice background music and your dumb conversations as the only sound inside the small café he took you to. and since you both were having the time of your lives, you decided to go to his house, make popcorn (the sweet ones) and watch your favourite movies.

"wanna watch the whole star wars saga?"

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yunho

picnic date with golden retriever boy! he would even check the weather forecast some days before asking you out. you guys decided to buy your favourite snacks, but he would try to surprise you by making something on his own. like those cute heart biscuits or some avocado makis. yunho would probably play with every child or puppy that approaches your small spot on the grass. and he's definitely cleaning the corner of your mouth with his thumb even if you have nothing.

"wait, you've got something there."

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yeosang

he would be very nervous so he chose going for a walk with you. that way you both can decide where to go and what to do. you would walk around the city, taking a look at some shops and maybe stopping at some of them to buy whatever. but his fingers would always be linked with yours. once the sky starts to get darker he would insist on dropping you at your place, even if it's on the opposite direction of his. he's just making sure you're safe.

"don't let go my hand, i don't want to lose you."

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san

since he's really good at videogames (and he may want to show off a little bit), he'd take you to an arcade. he would teach you how to play his favourite ones and once you're used to all the dynamics he would get a little competitive. but he's obviously letting you win some games so he can see your smile on full display. after you've played almost all the games there, he would try to get you a plushie or whatever reward you ask for at the claw machine.

"it's not fair! you're getting really good at this, y/n."

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mingi

he wanted you to decide where to go on your first date, so you chose a theme park. they're fun and you can get a lot of prizes, what else can you ask for? mingi is very jumpy, so he wouldn't be so excited at first. but he would enjoy your date anyways. you went for the soft rides like the cups or the carousel. but at some point he agreed to go into the haunted house. bad idea, he would be screaming and hiding behind your back (or trying to) all the time. at the end you would buy some snacks and call it a day.

"i really like you, but i'm never going in there again."

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wooyoung

wooyoung enjoys cooking. and there's nothing better than cooking something for the first time with someone you like. you both searched some new recipes to try out and once you decided what to make you went to buy the ingredients together. you guys would be laughing most of the time. it doesn't matter for woo if it tastes bad in the end, he's happy that you had a great time together.

"let's just order something instead, i don't want us to die from food poisoning."

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jongho

his voice is really something else, so you would go to a karaoke on your first date just to have a private concert together. at first y'all would sing iconic songs, jumping around and singing your lungs out. just having fun with each other. but at the end jongho would choose a slow love song something like perfect by ed sheeran and he would not stop looking at you while he's singing. once he finishes he'd be kinda embarrassed but glad that you liked it.

"darling, you look perfect tonight."

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#kpop #ateez #ateez headcanons #ateez x reader #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #mingi x reader #san x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader #kpop male reader #kpop headcanons

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midnighthangintree · 3 months

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Eras Tour Setlist and Surprise/Secret Songs (as of February 16, 2024)

Taylor Swift

Tim McGraw - March 17

Picture to Burn - July 14

Teardrops on My Guitar - May 5

A Place in this World - April 22

Cold as You - April 23

The Outside - February 9

Tied Together with a Smile - July 23

Stay Beautiful - November 17

Should’ve Said No - May 19

Mary’s Song

Our Song - March 24 and August 4 (Guitar Surprise song in Taylor Swift | The Eras Tour film)

I’m Only Me When I’m with You - June 30

Invisible - May 20

A Perfectly Good Heart

Fearless (Taylor’s Version)

Fearless

Fifteen - May 6

Love Story

Hey Stephen - May 14

White Horse - March 25

You Belong With Me

Breathe (feat. Colbie Callait) - June 10

Tell Me Why - August 25

You’re Not Sorry - April 21

The Way I Loved You

Forever & Always - May 13

The Best Day - May 14

Change

Jump Then Fall - April 2

Untouchable - November 25

Come In with the Rain - February 10

Superstar

The Other Side of the Door - April 28

Today Was a Fairytale - April 22

You All Over Me (feat. Maureen Morris) - June 3

Mr. Perfectly Fine - June 16

We Were Happy

That’s When (feat. Keith Urban)

Don’t You

Bye Bye Baby

If This Was a Movie - June 23

Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) - Announced May 5th, 2023. Released on July 7th, 2023.

Mine - May 7

Sparks Fly - May 5

Back to December - July 15

Speak Now - April 13

Dear John - June 24

Mean - April 15

The Story of Us - June 17

Never Grow Up - July 7

Enchanted

Better than Revenge - November 12

Innocent - November 24

Haunted - June 9

Last Kiss - July 8

Long Live (added to setlist on July 7th for the release of Speak Now TV. Performed on the same koi fish guitar from the Speak Now Tour) (removed from Taylor Swift | The Eras Tour movie.)

Ours - March 31

Superman - February 9

Electric Touch (featuring Fall Out Boy) - February 8

When Emma Falls in Love - July 7

I Can See You (music video released to concertgoers on July 7 and online on July 8) - August 3

Castles Crumbling (featuring Hayley Williams) - July 28

Foolish One

Timeless - July 14

Red (Taylor’s Version)

State of Grace - March 18

Red - May 21 (Performed on Guitar instead of Piano due to rain damage from May 20), February 16

Treacherous - April 13

I Knew You Were Trouble

I Almost Do - June 9

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

Stay Stay Stay - July 29

The Last Time (featuring Gary Lightbody of Snow Patrol) - June 16

Holy Ground - May 27 and February 7

Sad Beautiful Tragic - March 31

The Lucky One - April 2

Everything Has Changed (featuring Ed Sheeran) - July 22

Starlight - July 15

Begin Again - April 23

The Moment I Knew - June 4

Come Back… Be Here - May 12

Girl at Home

Ronan

Better Man - May 19

Nothing New (featuring Phoebe Bridgers) (added to the setlist on May 5, only to be performed when Phoebe Bridgers is one of the opening acts.)

Babe

Message in a Bottle - July 23

I Bet You Think About Me (featuring Chris Stapleton) - April 30

Forever Winter

Run (featuring Ed Sheeran)

The Very First Night - November 9

All Too Well (10 Minute Version)

Eyes Open

Safe and Sound - November 25

1989 (Taylor’s Version) - Announced August 8th, 2023. Released October 27, 2023.

Welcome to New York - May 28

Blank Space

Style

Out of the Woods - May 6 and November 11 (mashup w/ Is It Over Now?)

All You Had to Do Was Stay - June 10

Shake It Off

I Wish You Would - June 2

Bad Blood

Wildest Dreams

How You Get the Girl - April 30

This Love - May 13

I Know Places - August 8

Clean - April 1 and May 28

Wonderland - April 21

You Are in Love - August 4

New Romantics - August 9

"Slut!" - November 12

Say Don't Go - November 26

Now That We Don't Talk - November 24

Suburban Legends - November 17

Is It Over Now? - November 11 (mashup w/ Out of the Woods)

Sweeter Than Fiction

Reputation

…Ready for It?

End Game (featuring Ed Sheeran and Future) - November 11

I Did Something Bad

Don’t Blame Me

Delicate

Look What You Made Me Do

So It Goes… - November 20

Gorgeous - April 29

Getaway Car (w/ Jack Antonoff) - May 26

King of My Heart - August 8

Dancing with Our Hands Tied - November 19

Dress - August 23

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things - July 22

Call It What You Want - July 1

New Year’s Day - August 9

I Don’t Want to Live Forever - June 3

Lover

I Forgot That You Existed - August 24

Cruel Summer

Lover

The Man

The Archer (removed from Taylor Swift | The Eras Tour movie)

I Think He Knows - May 21

Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince

Paper Rings - June 23

Cornelia Street - August 26

Death by a Thousand Cuts - April 1 and August 5

London Boy

Soon You’ll Get Better (featuring The Chicks)

False God - May 27

You Need to Calm Down

Afterglow - August 27

Me! (feat. Brendon Urie of Panic! at the Disco) - November 20

It’s Nice to Have a Friend

Daylight - June 24

Beautiful Ghosts

Only the Young

All of the Girls You Loved Before - July 29

Folklore

The 1

Cardigan (removed from Taylor Swift | The Eras Tour movie)

The Last Great American Dynasty

Exile (featuring Bon Iver) - August 23

My Tears Ricochet

Mirrorball - March 17

Seven (spoken transition part of setlist) - (w/ Aaron Dessner) June 17

August

This Is Me Trying - March 18

Illicit Affairs

Invisible String

Mad Woman (w/ Aaron Dessner) - April 15

Epiphany

Betty

Peace

Hoax

The Lakes - June 2

Evermore

Willow

Champagne Problems

Gold Rush - May 12

‘Tis the Damn Season

Tolerate It

No Body, No Crime (feat. Haim) (replacing ‘Tis the Damn Season, during the shows where Haim is one of the openers) (removed from Taylor Swift | The Eras Tour movie)

Happiness

Dorothea - July 8

Coney Island (feat. the National) - April 28

Ivy (w/ Aaron Dessner) - July 1

Cowboy Like Me (w/ special guest Marcus Mumford) - March 25

Long Story Short

Marjorie

Closure

Evermore (feat. Bon Iver) - June 30

Right Where You Left Me (w/ Aaron Dessner) - July 28

It’s Time to Go

Midnights - Midnights: The Til Dawn Edition and The Late-Night Edition released on May 26.

Lavender Haze

Maroon - May 26, August 3, and August 27

Anti-Hero

Snow on the Beach (feat. Lana Del Rey) - March 24 and August 25

You’re on Your Own, Kid - April 14, August 5, August 26, February 10 (Piano Surprise song in Taylor Swift | The Eras Tour film)

Midnight Rain

Question…? - May 20

Vigilante Shit

Bejeweled

Labyrinth - November 9

Karma

Sweet Nothing - August 24

Mastermind

The Great War (w/ Aaron Dessner) - April 14

Bigger Than the Whole Sky - November 19

Paris

High Infidelity - April 29

Glitch

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve (w/ Aaron Dessner) - May 7

Dear Reader - February 7

Hits Different - June 4

Karma (featuring Ice Spice) (Added to the setlist for shows on May 26, 27, and 28. Music video released for concertgoers on May 26 and online on May 27)

You’re Losing Me (From the Vault) - February 16

Other

I Miss You, I’m Sorry (w/ Gracie Abrams) - July 1

#theerastour*#setlist #the eras tour #taylor swift

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lucienarcheron · 11 months

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A Light Against the Darkness [Elucien]

Prompt: Elucien angst request; Lucien has a nightmare about Jesminda or Amarantha, and he breaks down entirely and tells Elain about everything. | Originally posted on 11.15.2017. Genre: Angst/Fluff Rating: SFW; TW for anxiety attack mentions. Recommended listen: Hearts Don’t Break Around Here by Ed Sheeran

Elain felt the disturbance through her sleep and her eyes fluttered open almost immediately. She blinked, confused at the mumbling next to her; it wasn’t like Lucien to be up this late.

“Lucien?” she muttered quietly, rubbing an eye as she slowly sat up. The mumbling continued and confused, she turned her head and her eyes widened at the state of her mate.

Sweat coated Lucien's skin and he thrashed slightly, breathing heavily as if he was being chased with no escape. Elain yanked the blanket off the both of them and quickly sat on her knees, gently running a hand down his face.

“Lucien, my love.” she gently coaxed. “Wake up, it’s just a dream.”

But her touch seemed to have triggered something in him as the thrashing got worse and he growled at her.

“No no, leave — leave her alone —” he gasped and Elain paused. “D-don’t hurt her —take me — hurt me — I —”

“Lucien!” she called out louder this time, shaking him slightly. “It’s just a dream. Wake up!”

She let out a cry as Lucien’s eyes popped open and with a snarl, he flipped them over, heaving as he hovered over her. Her eyes widened in alarm and for a moment, fear gripped her heart as Lucien’s hands tightened around her arms.

Elain didn’t dare move as his eyes wildly scanned the room around them as if whatever was haunting his dreams had followed him out. Lucien’s chest was rising and falling rapidly and then his eyes locked on Elain’s wide ones. Horror and guilt washed over his expression as he immediately let go and backed away.

“Elain — Elain — I’m so sorry!” he choked out, looking down at his hands, mortified. “I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?”

Elain slowly sat up and watched him, her expression worried as he continued staring down at his hands. Lucien looked up, locking eyes with her again until his eyes fell to the red on her upper arms where he had gripped her and the shame on his face had her quickly crawling to him.

“Lucien...I’m fine. You’re fine. It’s okay.” she said softly. She watched Lucien run a hand across his eyes and then down his face in an attempt to hide the wetness there, and her heart broke entirely. Elain leaned up, placing a tender kiss on his lips before pulling him in her arms and ran a hand soothingly down his back as he shook.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, his arms hanging limply at her sides. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shh, it’s okay, my love.” she replied sweetly, planting a soft kiss on the top of his head. “I love you, it’s alright.”

Lucien’s head slowly came up and Elain brought her hands up to his face and tenderly wiped away the tears that had escaped. She gave him a small smile and kissed him again.

He pulled away from her slightly then ran both of his hands down her arms and back up, his thumbs lightly grazing the skin where his finger marks were slowly fading and he leaned down to quickly place a kiss on each of them.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered again and she shook her head, pulling him by his chin to look at her. “I scared you.”

“You didn’t mean to, Lu. You were having a nightmare...and I was scared for you, not of you.” she said softly and gave him another small smile. “Never of you.”

Lucien glanced at her and then cupped her face in his hands and kissed her gently. “I — I need a minute.” he confessed with a swallow.

Elain nodded and brushed his hair back from his face. “Okay. Why don’t you relax here and I’ll go grab you a glass of water, hm?” she said. “I’ll be right back.”

“Wait no — don’t go—” he quickly begged, his hand clasping hers with a panicked look and Elain gently brought her hand atop of his.

“I’m just going to the kitchen, my love. I’ll be right back.”

“But — but — she could — they could —” he stuttered and Elain planted a tender kiss on his lips, silencing him. He brought both hands up to cup her face and kissed her furtively before pulling away.

“It’s just you and me here, Lucien.” she whispered. “I’ll be right back.”

His eyes roamed her face and Elain gave him an encouraging smile so he nodded and reluctantly let her go.

Kissing him again, Elain quickly slid out of their bed, only glancing once behind her to see Lucien’s hands shakily running through his hair again. She bit her lip, making her way to the kitchen, her thoughts a million miles a minute. What nightmare could’ve shaken him up that badly? Elain knew Lucien had dealt with many horrors over the years of his life but they always kept the conversations about those things light, and she never pushed until he felt ready to talk about it.

But tonight, something seemed to have horribly shaken him.

Filling a glass with cold water, she slowly padded her way back to their bedroom and found her mate sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. Elain quietly walked up next to him and sat down, a hand on his back and the other handing him the glass of water. He gave her a small, grateful smile and then downed the glass in one go before placing it on the table next to the bed.

She watched him run a hand across his mouth and then sigh. “I’m sorry I woke you and made you worry.” he said quietly. “I...haven’t had a nightmare like that in a long time.”

Elain let the hand on his back rub soothingly as she leaned her head on his shoulder. “Don’t apologize for something you can’t control. I’m just sorry you had to deal with something that scared you so.” she said, then looked up at him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Lucien’s eyes met hers and he swallowed again. She gave him a few moments to gather himself, intertwining their hands together in his lap. His eyes flickered down to their joined hands then back to her face and Elain squeezed the hand, reminding him that she was there.

“It — it was about you.” he whispered and his eyes dropped down to their hands again as he tightened his grip on her hand. “My father and — and Amarantha — they...they had you. They were going to hurt you.”

Elain’s mouth turned to a thin line. “It was just a dream, Lucien. That wicked witch is dead. It doesn’t mean anything.” she said then attempting to sooth him, added, “I’m right here. They can’t get to me. I’m with you.”

Lucien shook his head again and started gasping for breath, trying to take deep breathes.

“J-Jesminda — was — with — me.” he said between breaths and Elain could see the anxiety attack starting to take over. “They — killed — her — right — in — front —of — me! I c-couldn’t — stop — it!”

“Lucien, it’s okay. We’re okay. Take deep breaths for me.” she guided him gently and she watched him trying to do as she asked but it came out ragged instead. He loosened his shaking hands from hers and bent his head in his lap, attempting to take his breaths.

“W-what if I — can’t protect you!” he wheezed and shuddered. “I couldn’t — even— protect myself! That bitch — that bitch took my eye — and tortured me. What if they get their hands on you? What if they hurt you?”

His voice cracked on the last word and Elain quickly pulled him up and wrapped her arms around him, bringing his head to her chest as he broke down. He was shaking so badly and Elain blinked back her own tears, her heart breaking for the suffering he’d been through.

“Lucien.” she said gently. “I need to you take deep breaths for me. Listen to my voice. I’m right here, my love. We’re both here. We’re both safe. Just breathe.”

“Elain.” he gasped and her hand rubbed soothing circles down his back as he clung to her as if she was the only thing tethering him to this life.

“We’re safe, Lucien.” she continued, reiterating the thoughts through the bond. “No one is going to harm us. Neither you or me. No one would dare.”

“What if —” he began but she shushed him softly.

“No what ifs,” she replied gently. “It was just a dream. She’s dead and your brothers know better.”

“It was just a dream.” he rasped softly and her hand kept at work, soothing his back.

“Just a dream.” she repeated and soon, his breathing became normalized. Lucien kept his head buried in her chest and sniffled softly. Elain tightened her grip on him, kissing the top of his head.

“I...I feel so weak. I’m embarrassed to be like this.” he whispered. “What if I can’t protect you?”

Elain pulled back, gently lifted his chin to lock eyes with him. “There is nothing to be embarrassed of. You are anything but weak, Lucien. You have been through so much and that makes you a survivor. You have endured and have come out on the other side.” she said quietly but firmly. “You are here with me, we are safe, and we are happy. You make me feel safe, Lucien. You are my home and I will always feel protected with you.”

Lucien searched her eyes and when she smiled at him, she watched all his worries fade. Elain opened her arms to him and Lucien sank in her hold again, both content to be in each other’s presence.

“I love you.” he whispered, his fingers lightly tracing her arm. “I love you and will give my life to always keep you safe and happy.”

“I love you just as much.” Elain replied softly. “A flower can’t bloom without sunshine and you are my sunshine. I will fight to my last breath for you. I never want to hear you talk about yourself like that again.”

Lucien looked up at her and she smiled down at him.

Come with me. She whispered down the bond to him and he quirked a brow.

Where to?

Elain’s smile widened and she slowly stood up, taking Lucien with her, his grip on her hand tightening for a moment as she pulled him out of their room and towards the back balcony of their townhouse, facing the Sidra River. She slid the glass door open and the scent of the waters hit them both as they padded outside onto the balcony.

Coming behind Lucien, Elain guided him towards the railing of the balcony and he leaned against it, her arms coming around his middle and the two took deep breaths of the night air.

“See how beautiful and peaceful it is?” she said to him and Lucien looked over his shoulder to smile down at her softly.

“Not as beautiful as you, though.” he replied, his hands locking over hers around his middle and she chuckled.

“Pay attention, Lucien. I’m trying to be comforting.”

It was Lucien’s turn to chuckle. “Being around you is all the comfort I need, my dove.”

Elain smiled and nuzzled her head into his back. She was hoping that the fresh air would clear his head and take away all the awful feelings that the nightmare had caused him.

“I love you and I’m here with you, always.” she said quietly.

Lucien took another deep breath. “We’re safe.”

“Yes, we are.”

“No one would dare try to hurt you.”

“Or you.” she countered.

“I don’t care about myself. They’d only hurt me trying to hurt you.”

“Well, I care about you and you should care about yourself because if anyone tries to hurt you, I’ll poison them.”

He looked over his shoulder at her and gave her an amused look. “You’ll poison them?”

“You only just started training me so I have to use whatever skills I already have.” she replied with a scrunch of her nose and he chuckled. “I happen to know a lot about plants and which ones can be poisonous.”

“I’m pretty sure being a seer has its perks too.” he replied, turning his body so the two faced each other and she gave him a smile.

“It does. Which is why you can rest assured that all I see in our future are good things.”

Lucien smiled widely now. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” she said and leaned up to meet his lips for a soft kiss. The two stood staring at each other, adoringly, lovingly, and so tenderly that it made Elain giggle and Lucien chuckle in return.

“I love you.” he whispered and she grinned.

“I know.” came her reply and then she bounced excitedly, looking at him with wide eyes. “Let’s get a bunch of blankets and pillows and build a fort out here! We can sleep outside for the rest of the night.”

Lucien blinked at her then laughed softly. “You want to build a blanket fort? Now? It’s pretty late.”

“So?” she whined with a small pout she knew would be his weakness. “We don’t have anything important tomorrow and it’s nice, breezy, and comfortable. What do you say?”

He shook his head with a grin then leaned down and kissed her. Lucien almost chastised himself for ever being worried in the first place, right here at his side — he had his sunshine. His light against the darkness.

“Let’s go get those blankets.”

#elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elucien #elucien fanfics #acotar fanfiction #fic: a light against the darkness #gfics #i forgot how much I like that song

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ithilwen-lionheart · 2 years

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Thranduil Imagines : Imagine #3:

Imagine Thranduil discovering you on a snowy winter day, half frozen and lost, trying to decide if he can trust you enough to bring you to shelter

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Of Angels and Snowflakes

Pre-work text notes: Graphic depiction of violence and dark themes may not be suitable for very young and/or queasy audiences, please proceed at your own risk and with due caution.

Companion Song: A Team - Ed Sheeran

Work Text:

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray to the Valars, my soul to keep.

Angels watch me through the night,

And wake me up with the morning light...

The Valars did as the prayers had told and as her father had taught her they would. The Valars had kept her soul and watched her through the night.

It was all they ever did. Watched her.

As fire and metal laid waste of the bricks and wood of their home, as the orcs pillaged their village and massacred every single soul that wasn't as black as theirs.

As the pristine white blanket that laid upon the earth was tainted in rubies and obsidian.

They watched.

They watched the orcs assert undue dominance over countless of helpless villagers. Unseen ears seemingly deaf to the haunting shrieks for salvation that never came, cries that were so abruptly cut off by the shot of an arrow or the swing of a jagged rusted blade until it dissipated into sickening wet gurgles before disappearing into nothingness.

It was a sound she can ascertain would forever haunt her for the rest of her life. Much like a lurking phantom in the dark, a nightmare in the midst of the morning sun- always waiting for a single chink in her reverie to maraud her fractured spirit once more.

They watched her with her hands clasped in front of her chest, inside a wooden closet as she prayed to them over and over again in hushed sobs. Sleep all gone from her system and replaced by cold sweat and fear that shook her to the very core.

As those filth barged through their door, slashed through her father, then through her mother and freed her older brother's head from his stalwart shoulders. They watched.

They watched her (E/C) eyes wide in horror and stripped of its innocence, too overcome with shock to even provide an outlet for the brewing warm deluge behind her eyelids.

As she was bathed in the sick crimson gore that became of her kin and as she ran away with what little strength she had left on her weakened and shaking knees, they watched.

As she ran through splintering burning wood, shards of glass and unrelenting snow with bare feet bloody, bruised and purple. (Y/N) could feel naught the Valar's compassion or their hearts.

All there was were their unseen eyes trained on her with what felt too strongly not unlike cruel entertainment whilst she ran for what little left of life she still saw worth living.

Her lungs burned as she struggled to breathe in air tainted by smoke, iron and burning flesh and it took all of her feeble strength to keep last night's supper down.

Last night's supper. My coming of age. Not once had she even dared spare the thought of it being her last with her family.

It was simply too much to bear.

The merry-making, the smiles on their familiar faces as they presented her with the necklace that now hung heavy on her neck.

The thoughts coaxed upon her eyes tears of terrifying intensity A deluge that rendered her sight completely useless as she continued to run, unaware of the foreboding woods her treacherous feet are leading her into.

Trip and fall she went through thick roots that crawled, spiraled and dominated the forest floors. Going deeper and deeper till the entangled canopy of roots above her head grew heavier and darker, until she knew no longer what sight there was to behold- if there was ever even any.

Till she knew not where she was or if there even be any chances of escape from the labyrinth she had walked willingly into.

It is only with this that she found an odd sense of comfort. For she knew that it is a curse that would betide her pursuers as much as it would do her.

Her father taught her how to pray to the Valars for guidance as much as he had taught herself and her brother the dangers of Mirkwood.

Wretched fate befalls those who dare walk the Elvenking's domain unaided and uninvited, her father had said. It is one that ills the mind and fosters madness if not death.

For as magical as the woods may seem to be, within it lurks a danger that protects the woods from trespassers, not one born from an enchantment to guard but out of one brought forth by pure darkness.

An evil only the Elvenking himself has the means to fight off against.

Twigs stuck against wild and bloodied (H/C) locks if not on battered (S/C) skin. Having hit her head numerous of times, (Y/N) had long lost the ability to process pain much less the dangers brought upon by the darkness her father had spoken of.

She laid herself down on the cold ground, propping herself against one of the many great trees that guarded the expanse of the Elvenking's woods.

Her brittle bones creaked as her muscles tore at what little movement she did, chest heaving painfully against her broken ribcage with every breath she took that tasted heavily of acid and iron.

She need not look directly at her limbs to witness the damage her feet had sustained for the abundance of blood leading to the spot from where she lay had spoken for itself more than her cracked blue lips could ever dream do at this point.

As her dimming eyes started fluttering close, she regaled herself with thoughts of a strange sense of calm overtaking her tired form like an uncanny blanket.

Warm and comforting,

like home.

However so, it was a comfort that cannot compare to the solace brought upon her wavering spirit by the whisper of a silvery voice, foreign and deep and seemingly one with the woods,

"It is too cold outside for any fae to fly."

It came from a figure most bright, unlike any human or elf her humble eyes had seen for the entirety of her short life. Standing tall and imposing like the trees that surrounded them, it loomed in contrast upon her fragile broken form before going down elegantly on one knee in front of her.

His hair is the finest of pale silken threads, as if bearing the very lights of the moon that hung above their heads. Features like marble sculpted by the Valars themselves composed his face: a perfect nose, enticing thin lips, smooth yet angular contours void of any earthly imperfections, and eyes the most ethereal glaciers of the lightest blue- confusion and apprehension dancing upon its calm surface creating naught but the tiniest of ripples.

His entire visage holds the grace of a king, an Elvenking- wise and beautiful as he is a stout warrior wearing the wariness brought forth by the scars of battle.

"Who are you? What foolery brings you into my forest?" his deep voice calls out, demanding an answer.

Taking a bloodied cheek in the firm yet gentle grasp of his slender hand, his piercing gaze searches her weakening ones underneath furrowed thick brows, guarded yet aware of her fatal injuries, "Do you not know the peril you so willingly placed yourself in and with your injuries nonetheless?"

Her eyes grew heavier, as did her body. The palm covering her cheek radiated a warmth that thawed her freezing blood and sparked within her the desire to lay to rest.

"Are you li-" his voice started growing distant and despite of it seemingly starting to bark orders to his elves, it was a sound that lulled (Y/N) as the shadows finally overtook her.

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"Men, mount your steads and scour the forest for whatever it may had been that had lead this elleth into our woods." Thranduil ordered his guards, struggling to maintain his calm as he scooped the frail body in his arms. Too starkly did he feel every creak of broken bones and every pull on torn sinews, so much so that it doused him in apprehension.

Whatever it may had been that hurt this elleth so badly may still be out there and until it is dealt with, it continues to pose as a threat to her, himself and his people all the same.

He hastily strode to his elk with no impediment. She was lighter than he expected, a shattered feather in his arms. He knows not where she had come from but was certain death had laid its hands upon her- the haunted look in her eyes was not unknown to him.

Glacier blue eyes softened as he stared down at her, that look was one of loss. This elleth had lost what he had too all those moons back - his father, to war - however, unlike him she appears to not have the means to fight.

Unlike him, she looked barely older than he had been.

His thoughts were cut off by his son who called out to him, "Ada, allow me to help," came the prince's measured voice as he momentarily took hold of the injured elleth, "What evil can you fathom is behind such monstrous deed, ada?"

The Elvenking allowed himself a sigh and a slight shake of the head as he mounted his steed, "Those orc filths are the only ones I know who would be both bold and foolish enough to execute such savagery. No men or dwarf would dare lay their hands on my people, not in the way this elleth had gone through."

"Renegades?" Legolas implored, aiding his father in settling the weightless body back in his arms. He feels an anger boiling within him as he pieced together the amount of torture the poor nameless elleth must have sustained for her to think that venturing off into their woods would grant her safety.

"That is the lot of those disdainful scum." his father spat upon gritted teeth, "However, our concern lies on which of those filth dare cross our lands and threaten the tranquility of our people." his eyes burned light blue flames into the night in respect to his rage, one that kindled in unmatched intensity for this is his realm that they speak of, his elves that were jeopardized.

Remembering the elleth in his arms, he gave his son an approving nod of the head as a gesture of his gratitude. Tugging on the reigns of his elk, the Elvenking directed it back to the path leading to his kingdom,

"Legolas, take half of your men and gather the others. Search the woods and meet me at the gates of the palace."

The Prince nods and turns his steed on the opposite direction of his father, "And if our quest proves fruitful?"

"You are to send Farhen back to report to me and proceed with caution. I shall come to regroup with you shortly."

It is with this that Legolas places his knuckle against his chest and extends it towards his father with a slight bow of his head, "Understood, my king."

Thranduil returns the gesture with equal sobriety before sending his son off with his blessing.

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Movement woke her up from her pain induced slumber, one that can only be brought upon by the hooves of a tall horse as it traversed dense terrain.

Curious, I had not once heard of the involvement of horses with one's passing into the afterlife...

"-Neither had I heard of any ellon or elleth so willingly entering the borders of Mirkwood so blindly and without arms." a sonorous echo resounds in her head. One that she could swear she heard somewhere not too long ago.

From an angel.

Are you an angel?

A delicate shift, "And what, pray tell, my lady, is an angel?" the angel humors her delusion with a curious inquiry. How odd that this one knows not of his own kind.

An angel is a servant of the Valars. Celestial beings made from sunlight itself, winged and mighty- an embodiment of all in Arda that is kind and beautiful.

"You see me as kind?"

Yes.

She feels a slight thrumming against the side of her arm and underneath her palms. Warm. It was followed shortly by a gentle chuckle.

"I assure you, even for myself, that is too bold of a declaration to make."

A hum. If she were to cross the gates of Valinor to the sound of this voice and this warmth then she could not think of any other way she would rather go.

Alleviated by her troubles and engulfed in the safety of her angel's embrace. The angel that would watch over her as she walked through the darkness of death, the very one that would guide her towards the light of the afterlife.

And maybe there she could see his regal face once more. The very one that had kept her dreadful memories at bay.

Perhaps the Valars had heard my prayers afterall...

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The nonsensical utterances had stopped just when the Elvenking had but a gaze of his gates from a distance. The body in his arms growing heavier with each breath that got weaker.

Within his grasp he held the fragile hand that extended into the air not too long ago as he watched her youthful face turn as white as the first snowflake that had kissed the tip of her nose.

It was then that Thranduil had been reminded of how close the elleth is to death.

Muttering a sharp curse in Sindar, he urged his elk forwards as fast as it could go.

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The world burned around her in bright carmine red and hot embers. Depicting scenes of absolute terror so vividly as if painted upon the same canvass by layers upon layers of the strongest paint until it becomes a reality no sane man would be able to withstand. It stuck on her like cold sweat that increases the intensity of the freezing bites attacking her already numbing body.

In front of her lay a hellish montage of the night she was certain she had died. However, from all the cacophony before her none had hit her quite as hard as the recurring memories of her family's demise.

Never again would her reverie be of her mother's sweet lips muttering to her lullabies of old, for now, cursing (Y/N) in its stead is her death rattle as a knife plunged through her throat;

Never again would her reverie be of her father's whose strong arms wrapped around her frail form to reassure her that she's safe, but of those limbs going limp as a sword was driven through his loving chest;

And never again would her reverie be of the playful face of her brother's turning towards her with love but of his severed head lolling against their bloodied wooden floors until it faced her with glassy eyes halfway in to rolling back into their sockets, mouth agape in absolute terror.

Never again would she see the light of dawn radiating with the smiles on their faces...

Never again would she feel the warmth in a home where she truly belonged...

Woe betide the chasm the elleth's heart had vacated. From its depths played the echoes of a struggling thing so desperately yearning for death underneath layers of broken bone, muscle, and spirit. A sense of finality, a conclusion to the nightmare her life had been reduced to.

She reaches out into the darkness, beckoning it -anyone, anything- who might see her in such a pitiful state to take her- heart and soul, into a deep slumber, a permanent one so that she may not wake up in a world where her family was no more.

(Y/N) reaches out and feels the air the all consuming darkness had offered, a brush of crisp coldness against her battered fingertips, cool against her feverish skin.

So this is how the afterlife truly is- an eternal winter dressed in velvet black. A vast nothingness void of every bit of ourselves that ever was. A slate in unforgiving obsidian too dark for anything to be rewritten, too hard for any mark to be made.

She vaguely remembers an angel dressed in pure starlight and for a moment her heart flutters as she recalls how he had been her guide. He would have to have been a gorgeous ellon, that much she can be certain. From the way he spoke and the sound of his voice, the depth of his chuckle and the warmth of his chest.

Her mother told her stories of angels, how they used to be creatures not at all different from them. Humans, dwarves, and elves, sentient beings only ever set apart by the Valars for the remarkable lives they led in the name of virtue and valor. How upon death they are gifted a pair of angelic wings reminiscent of their righteousness, a massive collection of white purity that pulses until their very being is reverberating in its incandescence.

That guide of hers is as her mother had depicted them in their stories. (Y/N) could still feel the silky blond sheen of his hair that slid effortlessly through her fingertips, the fine sculpted nose and strong jaw in unforgiving marmoreal grace, the thickness of his brows and the length of his lashes, the perfect shape of his thin lips appearing to have shot both daggers and roses-

And his eyes, oh, what would she have given for a mere glimpse at them if the Valars would be so kind as to bestow upon her parting such a wonted gift as her angel's earthly visage.

It was as if the afterlife is a recollection of all the sensations that had lulled her into her eternal slumber- except for her sight. Just an ensemble of temperatures, textures, movements and sound. A handsome voice continuously humoring her increasingly senseless babbling about angels.

Now if only fate would allow her to put a face to that voice then perhaps she can go in peace. Finally be with her departed family once again with a sated curiosity that would no longer bother her in the afterlife.

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From all the bliss the seemingly endless blackness has had to offer, (Y/N) had started feeling discomfort. First a weight settling into her bones, then soreness of the muscles, a feverish warmth upon her skin, and finally- pain.

Excruciating pain that ran both deep and on the surface. Pins and needles and axes stuck on chests, of seared and torn flesh and blackened purple bruises- as if her entire body was on fire and she was burning inside and out.

Her (E/C) hues shot open and her lips shuddered in a helpless sound that would have somewhat resembled a pained moan had her throat not been incredibly dry and her ribs not broken.

Tears obscured her vision entirely but after one, two, three tortured blinks she was able to make out her surroundings. It all started with the high wooden ceilings made visible by the intricate yet modest scones in every corner that kept the room glowing a yellowish white as if they were a group of little full moons, every inch of the room she found herself in looked to be carved from a very big and ornate tree- the bed posts, the trunk at the foot of the bed, and the armchair pulled close beside her no different.

Everything was in a shade of rich woodland green and russet, a strong semblance of the lively dance of late spring before it tumbles so elegantly upon the last of its legs and ultimately succumbs to the calls of the earth from where it once belonged as autumn reawakens. The silken sheets underneath her body in harmony with the chill that flits into the room from the floor-to-ceiling window a few paces from her left in a cold and delicate touch not unlike the early breaths of winter as it graces all creatures with its unforgiving lips that forever sought warmth, a warmth that only the sun at its highest peak on midday summer can ever dream attain-

At least before (Y/N) was once more made aware of how mercilessly hot her broken body is and the concept almost seemed pale in comparison. It was an uncomfortable warmth, one that hailed with it an entire world of ailment and absolute fragility- one that burns like dragon fire.

That was before he spoke- her angel.

And this time he had a visage, a physique, and clothes and he moves in ways that she was familiar with- like an ellon of regal blood. His hair was as she had imagined it to be, twin waterfalls of the palest blond that spilled over his broad shoulders as he leaned over her. The entire shape of him emanated a strength that is resolute and graceful underneath the expensive fabrics of his shifting cloak and tunic, one that can carry the burdens that came with the circlet that rested on his forehead and the weight of a sword in strong yet cautious hands as if they were made to protect rather than harm. The figure looked to be tall as his knees would occasionally inelegantly bump against the side table right across from him, in which times his beautiful thin lips would form utterances the elleth is still yet to hear (albeit, she can somehow be certain that the words are everything but holy, judging by the look of complete and utter disdain plastered on her angel's undoubtedly handsome face as he glared daggers at the offending furniture) before looking back at her with nothing but worry and concern in his glacier blue eyes.

Such an exquisite color that is a novelty even among the race of elves. (Y/N) would know. She'd prided herself with being a connoisseur of colors and words to that of which had caused a dent in the heart and soul- and what may be of more relevance to that respect than a creature's eyes?

She'd seen eyes in every shades of azure, hazels, pines, and obsidian. There was the occasional lilacs and browns that were so light they were almost gold, however, this particular shade of the most ethereal blue had only ever been known to belong to one ellon-

And the realization dawned upon her. The one who had found her in the woods, the ellon dressed in moonlight.

The only Elvenking, Thranduil Oropherion. King of the Woodland Elves, the feared monarch governing the woods by the east of Rhovanion. Her father had warned her about overstepping into his lands as he is known to be quite protective of his decaying realm, most of his words made the king seem stubborn and ruthless. An Elvenking that ruled with a stone heart, iron fists, and deafened ears. A king that was as cold and unforgiving as his eyes were.

Only now, (Y/N) knew how wrong her father had been with a great many of things. She knew he meant well but he himself failed to see how his overprotectiveness made him blind to certain things as well. How these exact traits molded him into what his very perception of the Elvenking had been.

For it was never an angel that had saved her from her apparent doom, not an abstract being that flew on wings made of spun virtues and gold and summoned by prayers- but someone real.

Someone who hadn't needed be summoned by reverence and pleas, a king who'd been known to ride an elk so skillfully in battle at immense speeds had taken her in his arms to get her to safety. Someone who isn't as righteous as the Valars' servants are but cared nevertheless, cared enough to take her in.

Cared enough to take a dying stranger into his kingdom.

She was never going to die- not as she had thought she would because Elvenking Thranduil Oropherion was never as cold-hearted as the tales had made him seem to be, that much she knew when he saw the grief in his eyes. As if he knew something he thought she didn't already know.

Loss.

The next that his lips had formed words, (Y/N) could finally hear his sonorous voice crooning alongside a moving, breathing body. One that she could see with absolute clarity and certainty, one that she could feel.

His cold hand on her cheek was as cool as his words and his breath were but his smile was gentle and warm, knowing, when he says-

"It is too cold outside for angels to fly tonight, *pin gil . For now, you sleep."

And it was then that she knew she was finally safe.

For the Valars had listened to her prayers, however, she needed not any angel to watch over her as she slept for she had beside her the Elvenking of Mirkwood and a promise of yet another morning-

And that was more than she could ever ask for.

Amidst the pain on her chest, a weight had seemingly been lifted off the necklace she wore.

-----FIN (?)

*pin gil - lit. little bright spark/star.

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Imagine Vader falls in love with you. He’s been in angst after his recent encounter with Obi-Wan and Ahsoka. But hope rises when he’s with you. You are neither too good nor too bad. You, in fact, are the balance he needs. Part II.

Warnings: smut; drama, angst. No minors. Part III is coming because boy this is going long again 😂

Warnings 2: inspired by Ed Sheeran’s song “Give Me Love”.

Recommendations: but some parts of here go out of the scope of the song, so in case you want to listen as you read it, here are other inspirations for this fic: “Easy on Me” by Adele; “I Bet My Life” by Imagine Dragons; “Laura Palmer” by Bastille.

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Vader’s POV.

He did try to refuse you. Oh, Maker. He really did. But an strange and unnamed sentiment ignited a spark that is now starting to burn his self hatred. As he dwells in the matter again, in the darkest hours, Vader’s thoughts are drifted to how everything used to be easier when he was plagued by the pain he tied himself to; unworthy of the light that seems to dissipate the eclipse he’s been merged to, he tried to push you away.

But the day you decided to leave… no, he would not accept that. How could he cling to you like that? The conflict messes with him and he is rewarded with your patience. Even though there were moments both of you argued, you stayed. He stayed.

To train you with the Force that is so absurdly strong in you, though? Hell, no.

“I’ll be making the same mistake again. You should do best and refuse me like Ahsoka did.”

You, however, didn’t take “no” as an answer. Which prompted him to say:

“Why, by the Maker, you don’t give up on me?!”

“Stop pushing me away and you’ll see why.” It was the answer you gave him.

He rolls in his bed, wide awake. Troubled. Hurt. Vader cannot sleep. He runs his hand over his hair, flashbacks of Padmé coming back to the back of his mind. As if she tells him that there’s still good in him.

Here comes the salty tears again when he remembers the pain he inflicted on Ahsoka by trying to corrupt her to dark side too. The women he loved, however in different circumstances and by different reasons, are lost to him.

But he is distracted of his own angst when he hears you sobbing. Vader closes his eyes. He takes a deep breath. He can’t ignore this anymore… It’s been a year and these nightmares don’t cease to give you peace.

Vader doesn’t request your permission to open the door of your bedroom. He is, however, surprised to see you in such a delicate state—much the opposite of the sweet tempered woman he’s grown used to. His chest weights on him when seeing your hair a mess, your eyes red and you gripping the sheets of bed as you sweat.

“Y/N.” Vader takes a seat and gently searches for your hand. You look at him as if you finally notice he’s there.

“What… What are you doing here?” You are breathless and feel so exposed, so fragile that you feel like pushing him away.

A feeling Vader knows well.

Nonetheless, to your consternation, he stays. He does the exact opposite you want him to. Vader takes your hand and does not let go.

“What are you doing?” It’s all you can ask.

“I know how you feel.” Vader’s metallic hand moved to your shoulder, and for the first time your skin, ever so warm, is under his touch, providing a stark to the cold that emanates from his fingertips. He swallows, but forces to focus in what actually matters. “I detest see you like this.”

Vader knows his behavior is atypical, but when he pushed you against his chest at long last and strikes your long wavy hair, you don’t fight away his tenderness. You embrace it. It never occurred you that you need it.

“It never stops.” You mumble, eyes closed as he rubs your back.

“They haunt me too. I’m my own ghost most of the time, but if I thought I’d find comfort in the sleep it’s when I’m the most tormented.”

You raise your eyes. Vader knows the silent question there is in these irises: are you opening up with me? Are you finally letting me in?

He is inclined to say, yes. But neither speak for some time until you break the silence.

“I’m sorry, Skyguy. It never occurred to me you have your own demons to deal with.”

“Your naivety never ceases to amaze me, Y/nickname.”

And just like that, Anakin comes to surface. You can tell, even though you never rejected Vader. You take him as he is, and the male knows it. Before both of you are aware of this subtle change, you lay down in bed with his arm cuddling you.

Vader watches over you, reading every sentiment you always thought you could hid from him. Where he is the moon, you are his sun. You seem to evoke the best of him without efforts.

“What you perceive my naivety is, in fact, my ability in making you smile when you think I’m not seeing.”

He snorts at you, but a smile comes to his lips. The same smile that once enchanted Padmé so many years ago, that warmed Ahsoka’s stubbornness. As his thoughts drift to them and to Obi-Wan, his smile begins to falter. But you, of course, distract him from himself.

“Why so quiet? No scoff at me? Am I consoling myself tonight?”

You slightly turn at him so Vader sees you. When he does, his eyes linger at your face and how your hair falls in messy waves. Where there used to be tears, your old sweet disposition seems to take the usual place. He smiles, and a hand is there to caress your shoulder.

“You know what? I’m going to train you. But…”

He scoffs when you embrace him, making your hair fly to his face as you lie your head on his chest.

“I don’t do with “but”s, Skyguy.”

He closes his eyes briefly, finding finally the peace he needs when his arms hold you against him. And just like that both of you sleep with no nightmares for the first time in years…

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Your POV.

“You have to concentrate, Y/N!” He exclaims at you, impatient as you knew he’d be to you. “Stop giggling about whatever it is that is making you giggle. What are you, four?”

“If you think vociferating at me will get you better results, my friend, the only one frustrated here is going to be you.” You snap back.

He heavily sighs, pacing impatiently from one side to other. Skyguy seems to suspect that you are doing this on purpose to get him back at light, but whether this is true or not he doesn’t find out. However, once he does quiet himself, your meditation works better.

He watches as you breathe in and breathe out.

“Concentrate”, you are told. “Close your eyes and be mindful of your thoughts. Empty them away and focus on your surroundings.”

You suddenly feel anxious. It feels as if a door is open and so many things come out there. Your heart races. Old memories rush back to you.

“You will be tempted by your fears. But don’t hold onto them.” He says, his eyes on you. “You can do it, Y/N.”

No word comes from your lips. Silence remains, but you feel his eyes transfixed in you. The trainings have been occurring for a while, but, as patient as you have been, you don’t think you’ve progressing.

Until you successfully manage to levitate from small to bigger rocks. Apples begin to fall from the trees, but even so the moment you hear the fruit start to fall, you hold it back. It’s not until you get tired of it, that every thing goes back to its place. And when you open your eyes, you see he’s very impressed with you.

“By the Maker, Y/nickname! I never thought…”

“…that I’d make it?” You scoff at him. “Thank you, Skyguy.”

“No. I would say…” And your heart seems to skip a beat when he smiles warmly at you. “….that I never thought I’d find someone as powerful as you.”

You glance at him, positively surprised. You beam delightedly, the blush in your cheek giving away what had there been always in your heart. And he knows. He gently strokes your cheek, though hesitates in making a further move.

“Come now. Get your saber.”

You are disappointed when he removes his hand out of you. Where there had been warmth, there is cold. You swallow.

“That is awesome!” You take the saber he gives you. “Let me see what color is this…”

“Hey!” He exclaims when you are not managing it in a correct manner. “This is not how you hold the lightsaber, unless you’d like to have a quick and painful death.”

“Oh.” You are quick to grip it properly. “How about it now?”

There is something close to amusement twinkling in SkyGuy’s yellow eyes that make you soft. You clear your throat. This is not the time to concentrate yourself in sentimentalism.

You watch as he takes his saber. In opposition to the blue that is yours, his is red.

“Hold it tight, Y/N. I will not make this easier for you.”

You know he means it, but you are ready. So you are going now to the next level of your training at long last.

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Vader’s POV.

It’s a rainy and cold day today. Once more you two are confined to your household. Impatience starts to grow in both of you.

“We should head to other planet. I’ve heard one where it is not under the full dominance of the Sith.” He is told. “It’s been a year and half under little changes and in all honesty I feel like I’m under household arrest.”

Vader knows you are joking, but he doesn’t share your sense of humor. He has his particular reasons why he isn’t willing to leave this planet, much so to expose you to danger.

Before his silence, you walk where he is and say:

“We deserve better than living in fear, SkyGuy.” After some hesitation, you add: “You deserve peace.”

“I don’t.” He answers almost immediately. “There’s no place for me in this world after all I’ve done.”

Vader is instigated at your constant support and patience, so when he turns at you it’s what he sees in your eyes. Perhaps something else too but he’s scared to find. He’s always been.

You gently stroke his cheek and place his curly locks behind his ear. It’s a little difficult doing so because he’s taller than you, which makes him smirk when realizing the difference between you two.

“I’m not giving up on you… Anakin.” His heart races upon hearing you calling his name for the very first time. Vader would hiss at you, but he is unable to. His eyes close, enjoying your touch. “I never will. Not only because you provided me a life of liberty that was unfairly stolen from me, but because…”

You hesitate. He knows the words by reaching your mind. To say he’s not affected by your thoughts and sentiment is to incur in self lies and self sabotaging once again. Somewhere inside him he’s prepared to leave the past behind and get ready to rewrite his future. However, in a seeming unending internal battle, there is reluctance.

Vader opens his eyes and glances at you. There is a long silence where he perceives your anxieties. Again, similarities draw one to the other.

“I thought I would remain a broken man for the rest of my life.” Vader tells you, cupping your face with his hands. “How could you stay after all?”

You smile and the sight of the blush painting your cheeks makes him smile too. It is so easy to love you, to admire you, but he is as scared as you are.

“What if I break your heart? Y/N, you deserve some better than me.”

“My heart has long been broken.” You lean into his touch. The callous hands a stark contrast to your soft skin. “Yet here we are. Let me give you the love you need.”

Vader’s heart race. Once a ghost, he feels alive again.

“I love you.” The words slip out his tongue, however hesitantly they may sound.

Your blush deepens and there is a spark of joy in these y/c irises that warms his heart.

“I love you too, Anakin.”

You are pushed closer to him and as your hands envolve his neck, Vader leans to kiss your lips for the very first time.

For someone so reluctant and for the other part so full of patience, the kiss compensates the long waiting. The balance is felt in the Force, perhaps even more than he’d like to—and there would be consequences, whether they were aware of it or not.

It’s a gentle kiss, full of affection and tenderness. It is as if after a long winter, where nights seem unending, spring comes and the days begin to prolong.

As he gently caresses your cheek, fingers moving to tangle your hair, there is no more fear to be loved. Vader pursuits your lips, but he holds back the intensity of the kiss, always careful when it comes to you because to him, you are fragile—not because he underestimates your strength, but as his counterpart, he wants to preserve your innocence, your light, your goodness.

And now that you are finally disciplining the Force there is in you, you begin to dive into the depths of his mind almost unconsciously—such is the strength of the bond that binds one to the other. You smile at his carefulness to you, the affection that irradiates from the sun there is in him after a long eclipse.

“You will not lose me.” You tell him as you break the kiss to catch your breath. You brush your lips against his. “I promise you, Anakin.”

He opens his eyes again and there is a smile growing in his lips.

“Thank you, my love, for saving me.”

Unbeknownst to him, the yellow that was once characteristically part of his eyes begins to dissipate.

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Your POV.

You cannot help a smile to yourself when you feel his gaze transfix in you. You are now swinging your saber, proceeding to your saber exercises you do every morning, starting it before sun rises.

“Your discipline never ceases to amaze me.” You hear Anakin’s amusement remark.

That day your hair, which is now falling down to your hips, is tied in an elaborated braid. You are wearing the most comfortable clothes you could find to the training.

“How come? Because you lack the good will of leaving early?” You tease him.

“It’s not worthy waking 4h30 in the morning for that.” Anakin groans. “Once upon a time I did so. Today I value my sleep time.”

“Of course you do, my darling.” You leave aside your exercises to run to where he is and jump right to hug him; he catches you and holds you close like the little monkey you are. “You lazy head.”

He laughs heartily and you beam because in the last two years you’ve never heard him laugh like this. Not that you need any reward, but to see him this happy again is what you earn. You press tons of kisses against his cheek, giggling softly as he runs you around before you go back to the ground.

“You make me feel like a young girl again.” You poke his sides.

“Do I?” Anakin tickles you in response. He is mesmerized by how easily he makes you laugh, a sight he beholds in awe, which makes you blush. “You are a distraction to me, Y/N. That makes you very dangerous.”

You giggle at that.

“Some might actually agree with you. I was once called witch for absolutely no reason.” You twirl around yourself.

“Really?” Anakin folds his arms, interested. “Care to show me the big picture?”

You sigh. As much as you’ve made peace with your past, some part of you remains uncomfortable with it.

“I’m patient.” He adds when you hesitate in responding you. “I have all the time in the world.”

You know it’s unfair to pay the trust Anakin placed in you and all the demons he shared with you with silence. So now you take a seat on the floor and he joins you.

“I was a girl like any other of this planet.” You begin avoiding the curious glance he casts at you. “I had a family, we were neither poor nor rich. We had enough to survive. Our lives were happy to some extent: we had some share of problems every now and then. There was nothing extraordinary about it even though we lived in days of clonic wars.”

You make a pause. Anakin then asks, somewhat moved by this story:

“Did you, uh, have someone… like me and Padmé?”

You smile a little when he tells her name. You think his progress to balance is admirable, which encourages you to be open with him.

“Sort of. We were in the process to become that, I suppose.”

“What happened?” He asks you, eyebrows furrowed.

“He was taken from me.” You tell him, now unable to look at him. “We were no more than sixteen years when he was summoned to war. He promised me we’d marry when he came back. But he never did.”

There is silence for a moment as Anakin ponders your story. A tragedy he is familiar with, though ironically in different poles. His eyes are glued back at you.

“I’m sorry.” He says at last.

“It’s all right.” You clear your throat. “I’ve made peace with this long time ago. So after that, the war came to us when the Senate fell. It was a difficult period. Violence here, violence there, violence everywhere. It was when I felt the Force. I tried using it to protect my family but I couldn’t. It was how I ended up slaved.”

You see he’s frowning at that, a parallel even you sees to his life. You take his hand into yours and give it a gentle squeeze.

“How did you come to all this without descending into darkness?” Anakin asks you, looking at you impressed.

“Oh whoever says I didn’t?” You giggle softly. “It was not the same way you did, though. I never heard about Jedis or Sith. But I knew I was unwell when I discounted my rage and my fury into my enemies. However, due to the lack of discipline I was overpowered and easily defeated. I tried to follow the path of vengeance. It felt like hell.”

Again, another moment of silence where you both seem to contemplate the long journey that led you two to the present. You know Anakin is seeing through your mental images all your processes. All your struggles. All your victories. All your losses.

“That is how I have faith in you.” You close the narrative with serenity. “I’ve been there too, where you are now. I too had my doubts, my self hatred. Turns out, though, that light needs darkness as darkness needs the light.”

“The balance in the Force.” Anakin says, before pulling you against him. You gladly welcome his embrace, craving for his affection. “You’d be a great Jedi.”

“I don’t think so.” You look up at him. “Had you met me earlier you’d be shocked at how temperamental I can be.”

The idea of your fluff self being eclipsed by something darker and dangerous almost makes Anakin smile. You nudge his side.

“I mean it. I learned by myself that we all need to use our darkness to canalize the light and use it in our favor.”

“Aren’t you wiser for your age?” He looks at you in bewilderment. “And how did you come up to it?”

“I needed that”, you tell him. “I need to come to some sort of healing if I wanted to survive. Because if I allowed myself to go into the depths of hell, I would have become what my captors wanted to make out of me: a demon.”

***

Vader’s Anakin’s POV

He watches as you recreate the steps of a popular dance, typical of your planet. Your y/c hair is loose, the wind messes a little with your locks but your posture does not allow it to ruin your presentation.

There is no lyrics, no rhythm, but you dance like there is. Anakin’s eyes are all on you, the one who sparks the hope that is now igniting into a supernova. He smiles at your graciousness, the hand gestures, the way your eyes find his. And how, as a result, the corners of your lips pave the way for a smile.

He takes notice too of the gown you are dressing today. It’s shorter than the previous ones, so he can see a little of your skin. But Anakin still feels guilty for desiring you—yet he cannot look away from your moves. You are so beautiful, and somehow reminds him of the planet where, many years ago, he went with Ahsoka and Obi-Wan. The Force had led them there and the Light now seemed so similar to you.

“You are lost in your thoughts again.” You walk to where he is. “What are you thinking?”

“You are beautiful.” Anakin tells you. “Don’t look at me like that, Y/N.”

You blush. You lean to touch his cheek, cupping his face carefully, tending him like you did in the past twenty four months.

“You are the one I crave for. The one my heart came to know as the other half. I’ll go easy on you for as long as you want me to.” You press your lips against his cheek. “I came to stay, Ani. I’m not going anywhere.”

He wraps his arms around you, speechless. There is so much to be said. You are the best part of him, the cure he needed, the love he required. Even before he could ask you anything, you’d give. Because the words of his heart is long meditated in your heart.

Give me love. Redeem me of my sins.

The next events carry without his overthinking. As he walks back inside, you take him to your bedroom. The cold is not enough when fire seems to spark in you too.

And once the door closes, his lips are in yours and you push him against you. The urge of a personal touch moves you. Finally the needs are aligned. Anakin finally unlocks his desire for you as his hands are quick to remove your gown, lying you down in bed as he caresses your thighs and letting his shirt be tossed away by your needy hands.

“I want you.” You tell him, parting the kiss to explore his neck. You turn him to your bed, moving on top of him.

Anakin contemplates your state for the first time as he takes a seat and holds you against him, firmly wrapped in your legs. His eyes move up and down and the lust in his bicolor irises makes you shiver.

“Your scars…” he mentions it when his callous hand gently touches your neck down to your shoulder and chest. “My love, what have you endured?”

You lean forward, hands around his neck; moving up to his curly, sandy hair, you wrap your fingers around his hair all the while you rub your womanhood against his stiffness under his pants. Anakin groans in response at your provocation.

“I have endured enough.” You say softly. “But I’m here now, better and stronger.”

Anakin admires the iron underneath you. It arouses him more. You know it and smirk at him; loosing a hand right to his pants, where you work to release the pressure you find there.

“All for me, my darling?” You bite down his lips.

“Fuck, it’s been some time.” Anakin closes his eyes and lets you hold control for a while.

“Let me love you.” You whisper in his ear, planting kisses from his jawline down to his neck. “Let me tend your wounds…”

His chest goes up and down with anticipation as you slowly go on your knees. His eyes open again and that is the moment you lock gazes. A sly smirk runs on his lips when he sees he overpowers you with desire.

And that is how the game begins.

If yet he can call so when he buckles his hip to move right with you. Anakin is surprised to the synchrony with which your bodies moves. The darkness there is him comes like the announce of twilight. His intensity is shown as he kisses you hungrily, locking hands with you as he thrusts into you in fast pace.

His mouth leaves bruises in your skin, in your neck to your chest, taking a long time to each breast. Your eyes are closed, you mewl pleasantly under his lips, eager for more. You whimper as his lips twist and turn around your nipples. You’ve been wanting this for such a long time and he knows how to care your needs now.

It is, however, as incomparable when his fingers slip into your womanhood, intercalating with his thrusts. You cry so loud that Anakin raises his eyes to watch you. His face darkens in lust as your moans are like the sound of sin.

“Hmm. Come to me, Y/N. Let every sentiment repressed go. I want you to come undone.”

You lift your legs, eyes rolling back. Like the ocean sending great waves to hit the shore, it’s how you perceive the climax. Anakin smirks at how great is the effect on you.

More so when your juices are all over him. And it does not take longer before he seeds you inside, much to your delight.

“I love you.” He pecks your lips, never leaving your side as he holds you against him.

“I love you too.” You beam at him, cuddling close at him. “I’ll be here to love you, Anakin. Always.”

When he looks at you, he smiles in great content.

“I’ll never let you go, Y/nickname. That is a promise.”

Anakin plants many kisses around your face and holds you close. But the peace both of you know is not yet to last…

(To be continue)

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