I had a dream that Ike and I like, not ran away together but he finally gave in to me and we were making out and I could feel his lips in my dream and his hands.
And like, I know everyone in my life is like you need to be over this person and if you say you never will you’re setting yourself up for disappointment.
And I’m like, I think I just need to let it be because that dream didn’t make me happy or unhappy. It was just nice and realistic.
There’s a me and a him out there in the multiverse of infinite possiblity who are happy and in love and I know that. I’d love it to be this version of us, but I know that everything works out for highest good and I don’t need him to be happy.
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she'd loved him, lived for him, pleased him in every way she could find. She loved him with all she was and had worshipped the ground he walked on. She built him up, he tore her down. She almost wrote into their vows, with my body I thee worship and the pastor struck it down. But that was how she'd felt. She'd thought he was wonderful. That he loved her and adored her, but time proved that he was only interested in building himself, unfaithfully lusting after every woman while she was pregnant with their children instead of loving on her beautiful belly and the lives they were creating. He was cruel, rigid, and nothing like her romantic heart but only for short times when he'd act nice because she threatened to leave when she found out. And instead of realizing how deep a wound he'd caused, he kept on pushing... threatening her if she stepped out of line according to his command, sacrificing her body at his hands that were so unloving.
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The difference between you and me is what we were made of and it is so striking to me now, just as the difference between blood and rose water.
I grew up out of an infertile muddy soil, the weather being rarely kind to my roots. But I was no pretty flower, but a spiked one, ready to fight any danger for a drop of water. I strengthened every fibre, as well as any nurturing thought I had inside-cause altogether I was still like any other plant, having a hunger for blooming, for peace and beauty. So I bloomed after all those years and it wasn’t neither beautiful, neither ugly. It was a powerful sight and if anything power draws you in without even trying. Every little bud I shaped had in it all of my hope, all of my dreams and my fiercely passion.
You grew up with doting gardeners, never questioning why you got it all. Being brought up so beautifully has its own cost, as you become spoiled. You feel entitled to have everything, even though you didn’t put any hard work into it. You shed no tears, but you are such a kind and cruel little one. You meet other plants, you’re all smiles, you swiftly befriend them. You do not understand these new ‘friends’, these new toys, as you walk on them to achieve a new silly dream of yours. You do not understand that their façade is a hard one, not as frivolous as yours. And as you mock their dreams, all while seeming so innocently naive, it takes you by surprise how that mesmerising strange plant isn’t as superficial as you or how she doesn’t trust your manipulative words. It has power and oh it is cultivated out of years of struggle and you can not even grasp the idea of it. Cause you and I are not made of the same soil and you don’t seem to understand that so now I set my boundaries even higher and I send you to walk around with silly smiles and colourful petals somewhere else.
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All I feel is rage. I think back on everything, re-read so much, and I never wanted to think I was a victim of abuse. But honestly, I am, as hard as that is to admit. It was never a punch, but a constant fucking blow to the chest because of actions, words. I always thought that people knew when they were being emotionally abusive to someone. I’ve learned that’s not the case. It fucking changes you. I am the same, but I feel different, I feel weathered. I only knew of gaslighting in theory, from my education. It’s completely different when you’re in the thick of it. I question why I was smart enough to recognize what the hell was happening, but why the fuck was I dumb enough to fucking stay.
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Relief (Blade x gn!reader)
@genshin-obsessed so I heard u like Blade 👀
Summary: After being cursed with immortality by the Abundance, you joined the Stellaron Hunters as a doctor. Today, your most stubborn patient finally comes to you for help.
Words: 835
Warnings: reader is implied to be shorter than Blade & can be held in his lap (but our Bladie is a strong boy so he can hold anybody uwu)
You muttered to yourself as you walked around your office, organizing your medicines and checking equipment. As the only doctor in service of the Stellaron Hunters, it was important for you to keep everything in tip-top shape in case of emergencies. Although Elio usually told you in advance if a mission would be particularly bloody, there was always the possibility he would withhold one of his predictions. You couldn’t get complacent.
Despite your regular interactions with the other Stellaron Hunters, you felt you couldn't truly connect with any of your “teammates”: Kafka was always inscrutable, Silver Wolf seemed to treat reality like a game, and Blade… Blade was the only one who you thought could understand you. You had both been cursed by the Abundance in your own ways, after all. But after he ignored your attempts at friendship for so long, you had resigned yourself to an eternity of loneliness in your empty office.
You were snapped out of your thoughts by a knock on your door. You paused for a moment. Neither Kafka nor Silver Wolf were due for an appointment, leaving only one other person…
You opened the door to see Blade standing with his arms crossed. His expression betrayed nothing of what he felt, but you could see a tension in his shoulders. He didn’t speak as you blinked up at him in surprise.
“Blade. Come in,” you said, stepping aside to let him enter.
Blade went to sit down in his usual spot, and you quickly busied yourself gathering the necessary materials to make the painkiller you devised specifically for his condition. You couldn’t mix the medicine in advance, as its effectiveness faded quickly with time, so you always kept the raw ingredients on hand.
You glanced over your shoulder at Blade. Your gaze flicked over his body as you observed him. To the untrained eye, Blade seemed fine as ever, if a little irritated, but you knew how to read him after having treated him for so long. You could tell he was holding back more pain than usual. The fact that he was here of his own volition told you all that you needed to know.
You took a breath, then walked over to him. The medicine you made would work in time, but you could provide him with a more immediate source of relief. Gently, you reached out and pressed a hand to his chest.
He stiffened at the contact but didn't push you away. You closed your eyes and poured your energy into him, letting it wash over him and dull his pain. You focused until you felt Blade’s breathing grow more even and his muscles relax.
You felt lightheaded as you pulled back. The process had taken much longer than you anticipated and had cost much more of your energy as well.
You tried to step away toward the counter, not wanting to linger too long in Blade’s personal space, but a wave of dizziness hit you and you stumbled. Before you could hit the floor, Blade caught you in his arms.
“What did you do?” he asked, panic bleeding into his voice.
You knew you would recover in time—the Abundance’s curse would not let you go so easily—but the pain was still nearly unbearable. Your breathing was shallow and your vision blurry. Blade adjusted his grip on you and pulled you into his lap. His arms shook slightly as he held you.
“I’m sorry… I just wanted to help…” Your voice was weak and shaky as you spoke. “It… it'll pass… I'll be okay…”
Though you said this, you were still on the verge of tears. You were not like Blade—you hadn’t spent an eternity in combat and had yet to become numb to the pain of pushing your body to the limit. What he bore with a straight face was agony for you. You tried to hold back a whimper.
Blade tightened his grip around you.
“Why?” he asked.
“I… just wanted to give you some relief…” you said. You pinched your eyes shut to try to block out the pain. “Did… did it work, at least?”
Blade was silent for a while. Then, he pulled you closer, letting your head rest against his chest as his breath fanned over your face.
“…Yes,” he said. “Don’t do it again.”
“…Sorry…” You breathed out, letting your eyes fall shut. After what you had done, you were completely exhausted, and Blade's embrace was so warm… You fell asleep to the steady rhythm of his heart, for once free of worries as Blade held you close.
The next day, Kafka would enter your office only to see Blade glaring at her to stay silent. You were still slumbering in his arms. He had stayed in that same position all night, not caring about the fatigue in his muscles nor the ache that came with it. Kafka smiled knowingly, holding back her teasing words—if only for now—as she closed the door, leaving Blade alone with you.
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