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Shall I Write It in a Letter

pairing: Gryffindor!Reader x Theodore Nott

summary: In which Theo wakes up one morning and realizes he can no longer not have you, so he writes you a letter. But when that letter gets lost, things become complicated. - inspired by Anne with an E; song: Bloom by The Paper Kites.

Warnings: angst that could be fixed by simple communication 😒, hints of cheating

P.S: I super duper highly recommend to listen to the songs either before, during, or after you read my fics . Not only do they encapsulate what the fic is about, but they’re also just super good songs!! <33d

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Christmas break had been in session for about a week and a half, and Theo was spending his time off at home. Although he was sad to be away from his friends, he was happy for the much needed alone time.

The sun was shining brightly through the dark velvet curtains in his room, and he slowly woke up from his dreams. As his eyes fluttered open, he felt a pang of pain in his heart. His dream had been of you, specifically of kissing your soft lips on a warm summers day by the Black Lake. He’s found that more recently than ever, his head is full of you, as is his heart. As he’s laying in his bed, he closes his eyes once more, trying to hold onto the bits of you he won’t ever experience. In this moment, thoughts of you more prevalent than ever before, he realizes he doesn’t have to not have you. Quickly, becoming fully awake, he springs out of his bed and walks quickly to his desk.

He pushes all the papers and miscellaneous items off the surface, and pulls out a paper and quill. He’s become fully aware of just how much he longs for you, and why should he not be able to tell his best friend that he’s in love with her? He’s been yearning for your love for as long as he can remember, and it has finally transformed him into a fool, giving him the confidence to express his love for you.

My dearest y/n,

I’ve found that you’ve been circling my thoughts more than usual lately, so much so that I can hardly call them my own anymore. I think about you all the time, yet I’ve been too much of a coward to say anything. But I’ve realized that I don’t want to wake up one day, either in the near future or in the years to come, and regret not trying, because of pride, or embarrassment, or just simple fear. I need to escape this torture chamber I’ve made for myself, where I must hold you at arms length though I know I wish for nothing more than to be wrapped in your embrace at all hours of the day. So I need you to tell me if it’s all in my head. That the lingering touches and longing stares are just simple delusions I’ve created in my mind. But if they’re not, and Merlin how I hope they’re not, I’m telling you here and now that I am in love with you y/n l/n, and I don’t think I can bear to be apart from you any longer. I also want to go ahead and apologize for telling others I loved you, that they knew before you did, but to be fair I think everyone knew before I did, too. You are my breath of fresh air, the light in all my darkness, my proof that life is pure and good and that happiness is achievable. I may not be a religious person, but if worshipping you was a religion I’d be its most devoted follower. And if my feelings are not reciprocated, please find a way to put this past you because I could not endure losing you as my best friend as well.

Yours Forever, Theo.

After pouring his heart out onto the page, he carefully placed it into an envelope, wrote your name on it, and walked to give it to owl. After sending it away, he walked back to his room, his anxiety suddenly crashing through. Thoughts swarmed his head: She doesn’t love me, I’ve ruined everything, I should stop it from reaching her. But his heart quickly stopped his brain from doing too much damage. You needed to know or else Theo would live in agony for the rest of his life. Upon reaching his room, he sat back at his desk and sent letters to each of the Slytherin boys, confessing what he’s done. He even slipped a copy of the letter to Mattheo, the only one he felt he could truly trust with that piece of his heart.

~~~

It had been two days since the letter had been sent. Had his owl reached you by now? Had you seen it? What were you thinking?

He was an utter mess, his mind swarming with questions and his body teeming with anxieties.

Soon it was 4 days, then 6, then a week, and then the last day of break rolled around the corner. Still he had received no response from you, perhaps you wished to talk in person? His heart hoped that that was the answer, and that the lack of a letter was not your rejection

~~~

You got onto the train just as it was about to take off, thanks to your missing jumper. The train was packed with kids saying their hellos and catching up, and with much effort you finally found Harry, Hermione, and Ron and got inside the compartment.

“Is it just me or is it crazier than usual?” You ask as you sit down.

“Definitely crazier, apparently Lavendar and Parvati got into a huge fight over break so everyone’s running around to hear about it.” Hermione explains as she hands you some candy she bought for you.

You say your thanks and continue talking with your friends when there’s a knock on your compartment.

“Hi Dean!” You say as you get up to slide open the door. You step out quickly to talk with the tall Gryffindor boy.

You have a friendly conversation, lasting about 10 minutes before entering the compartment again.

“What was that about.” Ron asks, before anyone else has the chance to.

“I saw him at Diagon Alley over the break and he asked me out. We hung out a couple times over the break.” You explain.

“Never would have expected that one.” Says Harry.

You raise you eyebrow at him, “and why would that be?”

“Just always assumed it would be Nott.” Harry says.

“I can’t just sit around like a fool waiting for him. He’s shown he just sees me as his best friend and the quicker I get over him the better.” You explain.

“But, he hasn’t shown you that he feels that way.” Explains Hermione, who is team Theo and y/n.

“He hasn’t shown me any differently. Wake me up when we get there I’m taking a nap.” You say, tired of constantly being reminded of your inability to be with Theo.

~~~

You arrive at the castle, and you make your way through the crowds to find your Slytherin friends. Just as you spot their group, Dean Thomas stops you.

“Hey, I’ve saved you a seat next to me, ok?” He asks, while his hands snaked around your waist.

“Thanks, I’ll be right there.” You say to him, giving him a small smile before turning your attention back to the group

-

“Merlin.” Theo says, causing the group to turn their heads. He had seen you walking around the crowd, and had turned away quickly when you had finally spotted them. He hadn’t seen you on the train and obviously hadn’t received your letter, so a part of him still hoped that you just wanted to talk to him in person. His anxiety began to take over him when he saw you walking towards him - would you tell him to fuck off? That he’s some sort of creep best friend? Or would you tell him that your heart beat for him? - that’s when he saw it. Dean Thomas gripping your waist and you sending him that sweet, tooth rotting smile his way.

“Oh shit.” Said Mattheo, who had been the first to spot the pair.

“Fuck that’s messed up.” Said Draco.

“I’m sorry mate.” Enzo said, patting Theo’s shoulder.

“How’d that even happen?” Asked Blaise, confused because he had never really seen you interact with Dean.

Mattheo sent him a look, warning him to drop it.

“Let’s just get out of here.” Mattheo said, gently grabbing Theo’s arm, pulling him away towards the dining room.

Theo could still feel his heart breaking, each shard falling to the pits of his stomach and stabbing him. He got his answer at least, not only did you not love him, you clearly didn’t care enough about him to even write back to him. And now, his God-sent Angel, was flaunting around with another man. How could the sweet girl he grew up with, the one that showed him that even salt could be beautiful, break his heart and crumble its pieces in your fist?

-

You were confused when you suddenly saw the group leave, making their way into the dining hall. You tried to get to them, but the crowds of people pushed you back until finally, you realized it was fruitless when the crowd began pushing you back towards the Gryffindor side of the Great Hall. You decided to just sit down, and that you would try to find the group, Theo specifically because you missed him deeply, after dinner.

Dinner passed quickly after the tedious sorting ceremony. You talked with your friends and caught up with those around you, sneaking glances towards the Slytherin table as often as possible. Finally, Dumbledore dismissed the students and you all made your way towards your common rooms. Since it was the first day back, teachers were making sure students went directly to their rooms, leaving you no time to find the Slytherins. You decided it would be best for you to just wait until tomorrow, though you thought you might implode if you spent one more second away from Theo. A thought that made you feel instantly guilty when Dean appeared at your side.

~~

The next day rolled around, and still you hadn’t been able to get ahold of the Slytherins. If you hadn’t known any better, you would have assumed they had been avoiding you. Finally, right before lunch you entered the library to grab some books when you saw the boys congregated in the back. You made your way over to them, carefully stepping around the stacks of books Madame Pince was reorganizing.

Once you finally reached the group, you went to announce your presence before Theo looked away from Draco (who was telling some boring anecdote) and looked down at you. Before you had any time to give him a smile or say your hello’s, he detached himself from the group and stormed right past you, through the stacks of books, and out the door. You stood shocked, facing the doors before finally turning back around to face the group. Your face was painted with an expression of confusion, which only deepened you received a nasty look from Enzo.

“We’ll be on our way now.” Said Enzo, walking past you with Blaise following close behind.

What..?” You finally managed to get out in your state of shock.

“Listen, y/n, just do us all a favor and leave us alone, especially Theo.” Mattheo said, in quite a rude tone before walking passed you. You stood confused and shocked at the interaction that had just unfolded. What had you done? Why were the boys mad at you? What had you done to Theo?

~~~

“I just have no idea what it could possibly be.” You said to Hermione, as you paced around your dorm room, recounting the story from earlier.

“Maybe it’s Dean. Maybe he’s just jealous.” Hermione offered.

“No, but I’ve had flings with guys before, and it’s not like he hasn’t been with girls before. It’s some thing deeper than that I know it.” You state, picking at your fingernails.

“And your sure you haven’t done anything? I mean you can’t think of one thing that could possibly have led to this?” Hermione asks, just as confused about the situation as you.

“Yes, I mean I literally cannot think of one thing that could have led to this. I would never hurt Theo, ever.” You say, plopping down on you bed, exasperated by the days events.

“I’m sorry y/n but I have absolutely no idea why they’re acting like this.” Hermione said, sad she couldn’t be of more help.

“It’s fine Hermione, it’s not your fault. I’m just going to go to bed.” You say, wanting this nightmare to end.

Could you really be losing your best friend to a reason unknown to you? Not only can you not be with the man that you love because he doesn’t reciprocate your feelings, but now you may have just lost him completely. You fall asleep after hours of rolling back and forth contemplating your complicated relationship with Theo, and even in your unconscious state you cannot escape him because he peeps into your dreams.

~~~

The following week is agony. Your best friend won’t talk to you, let alone allow himself to be in the same room as you, the boys you’ve known since childhood give you nasty looks every chance they get, you have to entertain a relationship with Dean your not even sure you want to get into and your teachers are stuffing you with assignments. All you need is a good party with lots and lots of alcohol. Once Friday afternoon finally rolls around, you can feel a slight weight lift from your shoulders.

~~~

You walked into the Slytherin common room with Dean. Pansy, Daphne and some other Slytherin girls hosted the first party since break and seeing as you’ve been close with them since 1st year, you were clearly invited. You decided you were going to look your absolute best for this party: you’re makeup was flawless, your hair done to perfection, and the corset and low-waisted mini skirt you were wearing was doing your figure perfect justice.

“Fuck me.” Said Theo as he saw you walk in with Dean. “I’m going for a smoke outside.” He says.

“Need company?” Mattheo asks, not wanting to leave his vulnerable friend alone.

“Nah mate, thanks though.” He says, before walking outside quickly, before he can see anymore of you.

It had only been a few minutes, and you had already downed about 3 drinks. Once the alcohol started to hit, you detached yourself from Dean’s grip making up some excuse, before finding your way towards the Slytherin boys.

You spotted Mattheo sitting on the arm rest of a couch, sipping out of a plastic cup. You walked up to him, hips still swaying to the music.

“Where’s Theo?” You stated, once you reached him, your confidence booming.

“What do you want?” Mattheo asks, looking up at you with contempt.

“I need to find Theodore Nott. Where is he?” You state.

“You have some serious nerve.”

“What?” You ask, taken aback.

“Listen, y/n, you’re once of my closest friends, but Theo’s my best mate. And what you did, that shit’s just fucked up. Like seriously, I didn’t even know you were capable of that.” He says, disgust leaking out of his words.

“I’m sorry?” You say, confused by his words.

“Merlin y/n, I mean how dull can you be? You just expect everything to be all right after you not only completely ignore his letter where he fucking tells you he fucking loved you, but you turn up with some Levski (famous quidditch chaser) wannabe? I mean that’s some next level shit.” Mattheo says, getting up as he presents his rage induced speech.

“What letter?” You say, unaware of what he’s talking about.

Mattheo just stares at you, stuttering to get some words out.

“I said: what letter, Mattheo?” You say, much more sternly.

“Wait, so you’re telling me you never received it?” Mattheo asks, in shock.

“I don’t even know what I didn’t receive.” You say, exasperated.

“Just, wait right here, I’ll be right back!” Mattheo says, before running up the stairs towards the dorms.

You stand there in shock, your adrenaline pumping. Had you heard him right? Theo had sent you a letter confessing his love to you? How had you missed it?

“Here! Here! I have it!” Mattheo yelled, running towards you, waving a piece of parchment around in his hand.

“This. One.” Mattheo says, between breaths as he reaches you, handing you the parchment.

You rip it from his hands, reading it quickly yet thoroughly. Tears brim at your eyes, did he really feel this way? Merlin you felt so stupid, how could this have gotten lost?

“I-I…” you stuttered, unaware of what to say.

“Outside. He’s outside. Go!” Mattheo said, stilling catching his break.

“I- ok, thank you!” You say, before quickly running out the door, finding your way outside.

You see Theo sitting outside, smoking a cigarette. His face is illuminated by the moonlight and you swear in that moment that you’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

“Theo! Theodore!” You yell to him, as you run towards his figure. The grass was still wet from the rain that had fallen earlier that day, and the blades of grass began to stick to your calfs.

Theo looks at you, before getting up and attempting to escape you.

“Theo, wait, please! Mattheo just showed me the letter! I never got it!”

He stopped in his tracks, and slowly turned around.

“What?”

You finally catch up to him, breathing heavily.

“I never got your letter, I didn’t know about it until just now.” You explain, showing him the letter Mattheo had given you.

“What?” He said again, bewildered by what was going on.

“I wasn’t ignoring you, or your feelings. I just never got to read about them until tonight.”

“So, you’re telling me you never received it, at all?”

“No. I never got a letter.” You explain, your eyes searching his for some hint of how he was feeling.

“Did you read it?” Theo asked slowly.

“Yes, just now I did.”

“And…” Theo asked, hope returning to him and hitting him like a truck. He was filled with anxieties and he felts his stomach doing flips waiting for you to answer.

“Of course I’m in love with you, I thought I made it so obvious!”

“I thought I made it obvious!” Theo said with a laugh, all negative feelings and thoughts leaving his body and head at your confession.

“My heart quite literally beats for you, Teddy. I’ve never been so scared then when I thought I was losing you.”

“Really?” He asks. His eyes are lit up and he can barely contain his smile

“Yes you idiot!” You say, smiling wildly

“What about Dean?” He asks, afraid.

“Fuck Dean! It’s only ever been you, Teddy. It’ll always be you.” You say, staring up at him with nothing but love and devotion.

“Does this mean that you’ll have me?” He asks, grabbing your hands.

You nod vigorously, unable to get any words out as tears of happiness are threatening to spill if you utter a single word.

And with that, Theo dips down and kisses you. The kiss is deep and passionate. You two explore each others mouths, and your hands explore each others body. You taste every bit of each other, and feel each others hair, faces, arms, waists, chests, in ways that you’ve never felt before. You take this chance to make up for all the lost time you’ve spent pining for each other in secret. The kiss is hungry, yet gentle and Theo holds you close, as if if he doesn’t hold you as tightly as possible you’ll slip away from him. After a few minutes he pulls away, touching your forehead to his and holding your face in his hands.

“I’m so so sorry for believing the worst in you. I was just in so much pain. Ignoring you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done” He states, referring to the week prior.

“It’s ok, Teddy. Let’s not worry about that now.” You say, causing his lips to come crashing down on yours again.

#slytherin boys #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #theodore nott #jealousyfic #harry potter #theodore nott x y/n #angst #theodore nott angst #theodore nott x you #theodore nott fluff #lost letters #the paper kites #anne of green gables #anne with an e #theo nott

[dutifullyteenagewitch]

"just once I'd like to be the poem, and not the poet"

just once I'd like to feel how being loved feels and not be the lover

just once I'd like to wear paper rings and not make them

just once I'd like to get gifts and not be the giver

just once I'd like to be the one over whom someone loses their sleep and not be the night hawk

just once I'd like to feel how it feels when someone burns their existence into ashes just for me and not pour my soul into someone only for them to see me

~ kaushiki

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[starrynightsxo]

fellow tfota lover: I was re-reading all of cardan's letters to jude 😞😞

me: *understanding* I see how deep in the trenches you were and I support you.

#it's understandable #i swear they do emotional damage #emotional trauma #painful af #books #bookish #the cruel prince #booklr #cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #tfota #cardan #jude #jurdan #lsot letters trope #lost letters #miscommunication #(kinda) #the folk of the air #judecardan #jude x cardan #cardan x jude #love #love confessions #booktok #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #lady asha #lady asha hate club #cardan is a simp

[zindagi-se-darte-ho]

Now I will have to remember you for longer than I have known you

#quotes #dealing with grief #depressing poem #lost letters #desiblr #poetry tumblr

[villemel]

It's over now, my lovely friend

I take back a lot of what I said, as I sift through everything. My mind has flowed with question and doubt, but now it's sorted out.

There are many other things I never said, and perhaps that's for the best. Now the wool is lifted from my eyes, I see with fresh perspective and there's no regret, for once.

You've slipped away now. I woke you already and as we left the underworld, I mistakenly looked back at you. Oh cruel coincidence, how you hamper my pursuit of certainty.

You did think of me, but didn't act and it's ok. You did leave clues, and that's fine. You were you, and we can all empathise with that.

If I doubt you ever existed, it's because it would be easier to resolve the loss. But I know you did, because my inspiration flowed.

So I read back my poems, and what do I find? A chronicle of pain. My own attempts to resist an almighty temptation are there. I feel proud; I did us both good stead.

Your subliminal messages flowed from my pen, so now they will flock into the wild.

I wonder if it's a curse and feel concern for myself. But I'm not afraid. Not yet at least.

And there it is: time. If you'd said, I'd have come. Fine, maybe it was denial and you would never have known. Lucky you.

You watched your love die and cursed your luck. I empathise. But you were also angry at her for leaving you. That's how I understand your fate, sweet angel.

But I was too at fault. My fear of stepping over the line we discussed in mythical terms prevented me from getting down to brass tacks. The taboo I should have broken, but didn't, walking as I do on eggshells. Perhaps there's one regret, that I might have brought you sweet release.

We could have played it all differently, but what it would have changed is now academic. You're no longer, I'm carrying on.

Ink would flow ad infinitum were I to let it, but what inspiration would pump heraldic messages of platonic love two years from now? I refuse point blank to purvey your memory if it would serve to cast you in any other light than the one you deserve, for being you.

You were so gentle and light, so humble and polite. Self-effacing, yes, but at heart as solid as a rock. Concessions, humility and understanding: you could do it all.

Next time we'll be butterflies and we can try again and do better still. It was a success; you did me right. I'll always remember you for that. And you know how my memory performs.

So slip now silken angel, for I fear you're gone for good. Let go now once and for all, please, for me. For all the world who will find love, just let go and forgive.

Above all forgive yourself, because you held on too long, you didn't release your tension and it lifted from a child her mother for a second time. That can't be easy and everyone will understand that it's hardest for you.

Just as your love would have suffered the most at watching you remain without her to comfort you, you have watched your joy and thought the same.

Next time we'll talk that through too. I'm sorry I missed some subtle hints, that we could have picked up and explored, because you had so much to say, all blocked up inside.

Your only friend was gone, and her friends seem to have been like mine. So I understand. There's so much that wasn't done, but it must rest now.

So slip away velvet vixen, your time has come. Embrace the ether, give yourself to entropy, ascend to your cloud and rest a while.

#spilled thoughts #writing #spilled ink #life #poets on tumblr #grief #lost letters #relationships #dealing with grief #eulogy #life with ellie #moving on #letting go #expressing myself #personal post #life update

[writtenbycas]

I am constantly reminded that I wasn't good enough for you. Nothing I could’ve done would have made me good enough for you to love me. I’m not sure what hurts most you saying that no matter what you’d always be there, or the fact that I wasn’t even good enough for you to stay friends with. // an excerpt from a box of love-hate letters hidden in my closet, circa 2012-2016. // C.A.T

#life #love #written by me #sigh #flashback #an excerpt from my life #spilled ink #an excerpt from a story i'll never write #prose #poem #manic episodes #to you #lost letters #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writers block

[beyondmistland]

Hidden History of the Stormlands: Lost Letter XLIX

Letter #73: When the Pauper’s Plot was foiled by an Andali spy within the ranks of the conspirators, Ormund II gave his word that the women of the Weeping Town could leave unmolested with whatever they carried on their backs. To the Storm King’s amusement, the women walked out the town gates carrying their men on their shoulders. Nonetheless, Ormund II did not go back on his word (though his army did strip every manor and guildhall within the town walls of its finery).

#hidden history #asoiaf #worldbuilding #the stormlands #house durrandon #lost letters

[imsociallyanxiousgetoverit]

Do pirates say “Ye” because we misinterpreted the letter “þ” and made very influential content saying it or did they actually say “Ye” instead of “You”

#I know that “þ” was most often used for “The” but misinterpreted as “Ye” but this situation still applies #þ is called thorn by the way and make the TH sound #it’s often nowadays used in fonts that make us believe it’s a Y and thus began the Ye Olde Pub type stuff #in case you were unaware! #linguistics #(maybe?) #language #letters #forgotten letters #abandoned letters #lost letters

[opheliaweeps]

i wish i could've said: intro | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

-

we’re best friends right now. I’m looking at you right now, and you’re telling me about the fantasy game you’re making, speaking faster and louder with the most joyous expression on your face. truly, whenever you talk about your passions I can never say anything, not because I can’t get a word in edgewise, but because I’m too breathless from the sheer joy pouring off you in waves.

there is zero doubt in my mind. our spirits are made of the same stuff, the dust of stars that were born together and died side-by-side. a binary system, reborn in our souls. I only hope that the fates see it fit to allow us to find each other in every universe, to be best friends in every lifetime.

#jyot writes #my writing #my thoughts #my stuff #I wish I could’ve said #platonic love #lost letters #best friend #this is about a current friend for a change

[tainticide]

to my dead lover.

if the crimson words discover you, i've had the pleasure of doing so too. these notes shape a piercing hymn that takes its cue from your eyes. if news of your utter silence were to reach me, your essence would linger within me. as much to venerate you as to abhor you, i would write to the cloudy plains that remain unvisited, those where the rising held our rivalry. the aversion could have stopped at a few caresses if our mutual thirst had been quenched there, only the presence of your ghostly fingers against the curve of my back, the sighs of your last thoughts hitting my neck and your cruel, heart-rending words lifted my deep avidity. in wishing you away, i hoped to find you again. our antagonisms have always been a nuisance to one and all. woe betide them. take my life if it's to get to you, yours will be mine in return.

#prose #writeblr #spilled ink #writings #lost letters #obsessive #i hate you #hate #loss #grief #cw #longing #heartache #writing

[generationlossupdates]

-> Boo! You've got an update!

[Id- A tweet from Generation Loss, the tweet says "Coming soon" with a link to a youtube video. -end id]

Here's the link to the video!:

#genlossupdates #lost letters #mod lunar #IM SO HYPED AAA #Youtube

[nervous-runaway]

“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I am one of them”- Ray Bradbury-Dandelion Wine”

“For I am one of them” One of them. How tragically funny to feel such kinship to the lonely words of the dead. Because I feel the truth of these inked words more keenly than even I can admit. How they twist almost like a knife in my stomach. yes- i think my stomach. A rotting infected wound; A long slow death. I have felt so sad, for so very long & for no particular reason. So I am glad to know that I am not alone in this feeling. But chilled to know that every kindred spirit I seem to to find is dead - Somehow we all end up in an early grave K.R 2:02pm 2/7/23

#poem #poetry #mine #nervousrunaway #ray bradbury #dandilion #wine #tumblr poets #poets of tumblr #tumblr poems #poems on tumblr #bpd #bpd poetry #Borderline #mpdg #lost letters #alone #lonely #bleeding ink #spilledink #spilled secrets #nervous runaway

[dutifullyteenagewitch]

I lost myself in the war

But I'm found now

I know who I am

I know what I love

I know my people

I know my home

But in all the fights

In all the battles

I lost the me I was

I don't know her

I don't know who she is

Where she belongs

Who she loves

What she does

I found myself

But at the cost of losing the little girl I once was.

-kaushiki

#poetry #young poets #lost letters #poetic #love #poets on tumblr #love poem #lost love #poems on tumblr #poems and poetry #artists on tumblr #poem #art #childhood #loss

[starrynightsxo]

cardan if he knew sending letters didn't work

#cardan #lost letters trope kills me off fr #lost letters #cardan greenbriar #books #bookish #the cruel prince #booklr #jude duarte #jude #high king of elfhame #high queen of elfhame #high queen jude #high king cardan #just married couple things #tfota series #the folk of air #the folk of the air #the queen of nothing #the wicked king #the cruel prince book #meme source: pinterest #tfota #cardan duarte #he'd be so real tho

[enmerald]

Heyy bestie! Ik this isn’t a minghao ask but I just wanted to say… I loved your Dino imagine and I NEED a part 2 😫🙏 ❤️

first of all, thank you! i'm glad you loved it!

secondly, omg i forgot i put that! i didn’t think anyone would send an ask so i put it as a joke. please feel free to ask anything :)

honestly i intended for it to be only one part but since you asked, my brain already has some ideas so i’ll try my best to fulfill your wish!

[ 05:41 ]

"love?" a deep, husky voice groggily whispered into your ear. you tried to roll over unto your back but a muscular arm wrapped around your waist held you tightly back against a hard chest.

"hmm? it's too early chan, go back to sleep."

you felt chan mutter against your hair and you smiled.

it was the morning after your second anniversary and you could feel you lower region ache from the strenuous activities the two of you participated in last night. you had been a little to excited and chan being the whipped man that he was, complied with your every whim.

in all honesty, ever since your divorce from your ex-husband, you were hesitant to start dating again, especially when chan was too eager to "court" you, as he liked to call it.

however, you were more than glad that chan was willing to wait for you to be ready. he never pressured you to rush things, even if that meant he had to start from square one.

"chan look out!" you exclaimed right as chan was about to be shot down by the enemy in call of duty. he screeched as he ducked behind you, causing you to die in place of him.

you felt your eye twitch.

"lee chan! if you don't stop being a coward and hiding behind me every time you are about to be killed, i'll tell wonwoo to replace you as my gaming buddy."

chan immediately clung unto you like a baby, looking at you with puppy eyes and pouting at you.

"but y/n!" he whined, "you promised to protect me from anything!"

"that does not include video games, you small otter!"

you gently slapped his arm and attempted to remove his grip on your waist but he only wrapped his arms tighter around you.

you looked at him, a feeling of fondness washing over you as you saw how this adult-baby clung unto you almost 24/7. you would have thought that from your first meeting, that chan would be against any type of physical affection but he proved you wrong when he would constantly shower you with hugs and cuddles whenever he could.

you smiled as you remembered the beginning of your friendship with chan. back when you were still reluctant to accept any type of physical contact, let alone a confession from him. and yet, you were beginning to fall for him even if he was oblivious to it.

"chan, i want to say first and foremost, thank you for being so patient with me when you could have just left me to deal with my heartbreak by myself and find a significant other that isn't as broken as i am—"

"y/n, i'm going to ask you to be quiet for a moment." chan grabbed your hands, forcing you to stop blabbering as his warm fingers wrapped around your cold ones.

"but..." you traced off when you saw the stern look chan sent you.

"you are the most wonderful person i have ever had the pleasure to meet. yeah, you're right. i could have left you to alone and find someone who wasn't so persistent on being slow with things but the truth is, the moment we met, i fell for you. i couldn't stand the sight of someone so vulnerable crying by themselves so i decided to invite you over to my apartment because i wanted to be the one to comfort you. i wanted to be the one to hold you close to my chest as you cried to let out your negative feelings. i wanted to be the one you chose to live your life with. so never speak so bad of yourself, you provided me with a ray of hope in this cruel world and i want you to know that if it weren't for you, i'd probably be homeless right now."

by the time chan stopped speaking, your eyes were already brimmed with tears. your heart swelled at the words chan spoke. you couldn't believe you have been given a second chance at love. and with a wonderful man at that.

"thank you so much chan."

you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his in a chaste kiss.

"sometimes i wonder why you chose to wait for me, but i'm glad you haven't given up on me. chan, would you be willing to accept me as i am? are you willing to start a new chapter of my life with me?"

chan smiled warmly at you and replied, "y/n, no matter how much you have gone through or how much you'll continue to change as you grow older, i'll be willing to be there every step of the way."

tears ran down your face but you didn't care as you leaned forward once again and pressed your lips against chan's, your salty tears falling in between the kiss.

"y/n? why are you crying?" chan's groggy voice brought you back to reality.

you wiped your tears, surprised you started to cry at the memory.

"remember when i asked you to become a part of my life? not as my friend but as my lover?" you sniffled.

chan nuzzled into your neck as he hummed.

"i remember. that was our first kiss and i remember feeling so happy finally being able to be with the person who mattered most to me."

you giggled from his nose tickling you. however, there was something you wanted to ask him.

"don't you ever wonder what would have happened if we never met?"

chan grunted, "no."

"how come?"

chan let go of your waist and turned you around, the two of you finally looking at each other.

"because there's no need to dwell in what could have or could have not happened when i have finally found the happiness i have been looking for."

you couldn't help but to let a few stray tears fall, chan wiping each one away lovingly.

"in case i haven't told you already, i love you chan."

chan chuckled but nonetheless replied, "not today you haven't."

"meanie," you gently slapped his chest and started to turn around again when he pulled you forward and pressed your head against his chest.

"i love you too, y/n. today, tomorrow, and forever."

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