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eggsaladstain · 1 year

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the darkling said i have loved and lost and i can bear it no longer, i will close my heart to anyone who is not like me, love is weakness, love is heartache, the joy of loving them is not worth the pain of losing them and i would spare her from this pain even if she hates me for it

and alina said i have loved him and i will lose him but not today, i have sacrificed everything but i will not sacrifice him, not again, i will bring him back to me no matter the cost, even if i have to let him go in the end

and mal said i have loved her my whole life but i don’t know who i am without her, i want a life of my own even if it means i have to leave her, but i will go trusting that i will be able to find my way back to her as i always have

and genya said i have loved him and i do not regret saving him but it came at a terrible cost, i have wandered underground in the dark with only the sound of his heartbeat guiding the way, i have survived unimaginable horrors and i am strong enough to survive losing him too

and david said i have loved her without knowing how to show it but i would like to try, i know metal and she is stronger than steel and more beautiful than rubies or emeralds, i have never known anyone braver and i regret leaving her side before, but i will do it just once more if it means i can save her

and wylan said i have loved him even knowing it might never be anything more, i left him the first time but i’m not leaving now, i want to hear about his day and i want to tell him about mine

and jesper said i have loved him all while hiding a part of myself but i will hide no longer, i do not know where this journey will lead us but i would like to find out, i have spent my life gambling and i will take a gamble on this

and nina said i have loved him even as he hates me, i have condemned him to save him and i will not rest until i am able to free him

and matthias said i have loved her despite a lifetime at war against her people, i should have known better than to trust her but i let myself anyway, she betrayed me and i should hate her but it’s not just hatred that i feel when i dream of her in the night

and inej said i have loved him as his shadow, close enough to be near but never touching, i want more for us and i will not settle for less, i will have him completely or not at all and i will not wait, i will live my own life with the freedom he gave me and we will meet again one day when i choose to return

and kaz said i have loved her when i could not love myself, i do not believe in saints but i believe in her, i have lost my brother and i would do anything to make sure she doesn’t have to suffer the same, i have given everything so she could have her freedom and i would rather watch her walk away than ever hold her back, i will wait for her and i will miss her every moment she’s not beside me, but i will try to make myself a better man by the time she returns

and sankta neyar said i have loved and lost and i will gladly do it again, i once closed my heart but no longer, i will endure the pain of losing my husband by cherishing the memories of the life we shared, may you all find a love that brings you joy that will outlive the pain, my love is my strength and my universe, i have lived for hundreds of years and what i have learned is this: there is only love, it is the only thing that matters and it is enough

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torpublishinggroup · 8 months

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“I’d had men and women look upon my body, but I’d never had any look at me like Prince Thorne did. He gazed upon me as if he...he wanted to devour me.

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I didn’t think I would mind being devoured.”

WHAT THE BOOK IS ABOUT

Fall of Ruin and Wrath by #1 New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout is a new fantasy romance for adult readers.

Long ago, the world was destroyed by gods. Only nine cities were spared. Separated by vast wilderness teeming with monsters and unimaginable dangers, each city is now ruled by a guardian—royalty who feed on mortal pleasure.

Born with an intuition that never fails, Calista knows her talents are of great value to the power-hungry of the world, so she lives hidden as a courtesan of the Baron of Archwood. In exchange for his protection, she grants him information.

When her intuition leads her to save a traveling prince in dire trouble, the voice inside her blazes with warning—and promise. Today he’ll bring her joy. One day he’ll be her doom.

When the Baron takes an interest in the traveling prince and the prince takes an interest in Calista, she becomes the prince’s temporary companion. But the city simmers with rebellion, and with knights and monsters at her city gates and a hungry prince in her bed, intuition may not be enough to keep her safe.

Calista must choose: follow her intuition to safety or follow her heart to her downfall.

#jennifer l armentrout #jla #jennifer armentrout #fall of ruin and wrath #awakening #tor books #bramble books #bramble romance #romance #fantasy #fantasy romance #new books #booklr #bookish #library #bookshelf #bookworm #literature

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witchofhimring · 6 months

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November Fics line-up

Fandoms: Silmarillion, Attack on Titan, Lore Olympus, House of the Dragon. Also I may write other one shots that are not on this list if any ideas strike me.

Series are not added to this particular line-up. In the future that may change but as of now works such as "Loyalty" will be placed on a separate list.

Rhaenyra losing a daughter in childbirth Rhaenyra Targaryen x daughter reader-non romantic (HOTD) Summary: Rhaenyra's worst fears come true November 5 -

Being the younger sister of Persephone and having a rivalry with Hades Hades x Reader-non romantic (Lore Olympus)

Summary: Hades has to contend with his future sister-in-law November 12

Being Alicent's friend and helping her with anxiety Alicent Hightower x Reader HOTD

Summary: Y/n helps her friend with anxiety November 15

Types of kisses Kosair Trovi x Reader (Remarried Empress)

Summary: The many ways Kosair Trovi loves you November 18

Alys Alys Rivers x Aemond Targaryen (HOTD)

Summary: Based of Euripides's Medea, Aemond takes the place of Jason, and Alys of Medea. November 22

Queen Eren Yeager x Reader/Mikasa Ackerman x Reader/ Eren Yeager x Mikasa Ackerman (Attack on Titan)

Summary: The title of Queen is never one of joy. You love Mikasa, Mikasa supposedly loves Eren, and Eren loves you. November 25

Gave it all up for love Indis x Finwe/ Miriel x Finwe (Silmarillion)

Summary: Indis always thought with her heart. It brings her unimaginable joy and the deepest of despair. November 30

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sincerely-sofie · 1 month

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I kind of have a paradox idea. I’m not the best at explaining things so bare with me. I’ll clarify if need be!

Past Darkrai (the one who goes “I’ve suffered and now I’m going to make it everyone’s problem” and hates Twig) gets the chance to peek into the future. When he does, he’s shown two paths that lead to two different outcomes.

The first one is the one he always wanted: The world is dark. Time has stopped. Everyone and everything is suffering, and he stands at the top of it all as the world’s king. It’s what Darkrai’s always wanted. It’s the path he wants to take. What he was aiming for. The King looks content. Darkrai almost doesn’t see it, however, because the King’s joy is so subdued — reserved and muted. Subtle or not, it’s there. He’s accomplished his goal. He’s the King of a dark, suffering world.

And then he sees the second path, and he’s disgusted: the world is still bright, everyone is living in peace and happiness, and worst of all, he’s — Darkrai himself —living with the woman who has foiled his plans at every turn. He has some imbecilic, unimaginative name called Ark. He’s spending time with Twig’s friends and . . . And laughing?! SMILING even! He looks at his worst enemy with so much care and adoration that it makes him sick. There’s a literal infant there that he’s holding — raising together with his worst enemy — and he’s not trying to get far, far, far away from this tiny creature that loves him for some reason. His world of darkness hasn’t come to reality. He isn’t ruling over a world of darkness and relishing in everyone’s suffering. What is this?! It’s all wrong! It’s all wrong and this future version of himself — Ark — he’s . . . ! He is . . .

. . . Looks so much happier than Darkrai, the ruler of the dark future.

Ark is joyful. His contentment is much louder in comparison to Darkrai, the King of Darkness. Ark has a brighter presence, a better posture, hobbies, a home that he isn’t getting driven out from, friends, loved ones, people who look at him and want him around. The King of Darkness has none of that — he practically looks sad in comparison to Ark! Why?! The King has everything he’s ever wanted in the dark future no he doesn’t, he just has revenge. It’s hard for him to remember what he TRULY wanted in the first place, so why isn’t he as happy — or happier — than Ark?! It doesn’t make sense! It isn’t right! It isn’t fair! Why is this undoubtedly horrible future make him happier than the horrible future Darkrai wanted to inflict on everyone else?!

Darkrai begins to feel sick. His mind is swirling. And then he flees. He runs from seeing these two contrasting paths that are wrong. They have to be.

Because otherwise everything he’s doing isn’t going to bring him as much joy as he thought it would, and causing the dark future is all Darkrai’s been doing. It’s supposed to make him happy. It’s all a lie. He would be happier once everyone else was suffering.

. . . Right?

There's a difference between true happiness versus the hollow glee of having company in misery. On the one hand, everyone has been successfully dragged down to your level of dreariness and distress... And on the other, you're continually lifting and being lifted by those around you. You aren't suffering anymore. You don't need people to suffer to be happy. You're just happy.

Darkrai has a fun parallel to Twig in this— where she couldn't understand why anyone would ever care an ounce for her, he didn't understand how there was any scrap of joy left available to him in the world. It's the mutual "inability to comprehend fundamental concepts in healthy worldviews" origin story that makes them the ultimate power couple.

(I am foaming at the mouth thinking about this idea oh my word)

#this is a delightful concept and also perfectly clear!#awesome work!#shadow baby au #pmd darkrai #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokémon mystery dungeon #pmd explorers #pmd sky #pmd eos #pmd2 #pmd #sofie answers asks

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hazellovesnuts · 9 months

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Waltzing under the twinkling lights Part 1

Milady de Winter x Princess!Reader 🗡️

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Part 2

Eva Green & Characters one shots Collection

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Milady's POV

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It is beyond my wildest dreams to think that I would develop strong feelings for a princess of royal heritage. However, it is equally unimaginable for me to fathom the path I have taken, where I have ascended to become one of the most infamous and one of the most notorious spies in all of Europe either.

Throughout my eventful existence, I have adopted the captivating name of Milady de Winter and experienced a remarkably unconventional upbringing. Hailing from a humble background, my family's financial status was far from prosperous, compelling me to rely solely on my own resourcefulness. However, the means by which I sustained myself were often far from lawful, prompting me to adopt multiple aliases to shield my true identity from prying eyes. The harsh realities of my circumstances forced me to acquire the necessary survival skills, and I swiftly honed my abilities to navigate the treacherous paths of life. It was precisely this unparalleled skill set that captured the attention of none other than the infamous Cardinal Richelieu himself, even during my formative adolescent years.

Richelieu enlisted me as a covert operative or a spy under his command, and my talents propelled me up the ladder of success within his ranks. I proved to be exceptionally skilled at my assigned duties, executing them with precision and efficiency. However, even amidst my accomplishments, an indescribable void permeated my existence, as if my very being was an incomplete puzzle yearning for that one elusive piece to bring it to fruition. The nagging sensation of something missing plagued me ceaselessly, leaving me perplexed and disoriented. That was when I attended the ball that I happened to lay my eyes on what or should I say who that missing puzzle is.

And there she stood, the princess herself, radiating elegance as she shared a moment of pure joy with her companions. I couldn't help but be transfixed by her graceful presence and the genuine happiness that emanated from her. It was at that very instant when our eyes met for the first time, and I was instantly captivated by the sparkle in her eyes and the warmth of her smile. Princess Y/N stood out from the crowd in a way that was truly remarkable. Her exceptional kindness, intelligence, and carefree spirit set her apart from anyone I had ever crossed paths with before. In all honesty, I found myself yearning to possess even a fraction of her admirable qualities. Our fateful encounter occurred unexpectedly at a grand ball, where the elite and noble figures of society had gathered. As I mingled with the well-heeled attendees, indulging in a glass of rich red wine, my ears were suddenly captivated by a burst of melodious laughter that seemed to float through the air. It was a sound so enchanting and delightful that it irresistibly beckoned me closer, drawing me toward its source.

The woman looked absolutely stunning, clad in a magnificent red dress adorned with intricate gold threadwork. It was evident that her father, being the king, had spared no expense in providing her with the finest jewellery, which only added to her allure. Her hair was expertly arranged in a half-up, half-down hairstyle, with a few loose strands gracefully framing her exquisite face.

In a state of trance, my gaze became fixated on her, unable to tear my eyes away. There was an inexplicable longing within me, a desire to become acquainted with her, to be in close proximity. It was then that I observed her companions dispersing, likely seeking to engage in social interactions with other members of the nobility. Driven by an uncontrollable force, I approached her, yearning for the smallest exchange of words.

As I approached her highness, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through my veins. The moment she caught sight of me, I made sure to convey my utmost reverence by gracefully curtsying before her. With bated breath, I greeted her in a tone of deference, "Good evening, your Highness. Allow me to introduce myself as Milady de Winter." A whirlwind of emotions churned within me as I struggled to contain my excitement. Even though I had lived a life shrouded in secrecy as a spy, there was something about her that made me feel jittery, completely enthralled by her regal presence.

Princess Y/N smiled warmly at me, her eyes full of curiosity. "Good evening, my lady. I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting before. Are you new to the court?”

Her voice sounds so angelic, although I quickly returned her smile before I got lost in my mind, hoping to conceal the whirlwind of emotions stirring within me. "Indeed, your highness. I have recently arrived, and it is truly an honor to be in your presence. Your beauty and grace are renowned throughout the kingdom."

Her cheeks flushed ever so slightly, you wouldn't notice unless you are very observant which I am considering I am a spy and I'm confident I had managed to make her blush. "Oh, you flatter me, Milady. But do tell me, what brings you to court? Are you here for a specific purpose?"

I glanced around, making sure no prying ears were nearby, before leaning in slightly. "I'm afraid I cannot disclose the details, your highness. Let's just say I serve a higher authority, and my role is to ensure the safety and security of the kingdom."

Princess Y/N's eyes widened with curiosity, her interest piqued. "How intriguing! A secret agent in our midst. You must have quite the stories to tell."

I chuckled, the sound escaping before I could stop myself. "Indeed, your highness. But I'm afraid my tales are not fit for a royal setting. Perhaps someday, in private, I can regale you with the tales of my adventures."

Her smile grew mischievous, and I knew she was enjoying our conversation. "I shall hold you to that, Milady. It would be a delight to hear your stories."

As the night continued, we talked and laughed about anything and everything, engaging in a light-hearted conversation. Princess Y/N possessed a quick wit and an inquisitive mind, making the hours fly by in a haze of laughter and shared moments. Time seemed to stand still, and for the first time in my life, I felt a sense of belonging.

As the music slowed and a waltz began, Princess Y/N turned to me with a spark of mischief in her eyes. "Milady, would you honor me with a dance?"

I couldn't help but be taken aback by her request, my heart skipping a beat. "Princess, it would be my utmost pleasure," I replied with a graceful bow.

As we moved together around the ballroom, our steps were perfectly in sync, as if we were made for each other. The world around us faded into the background, and it felt as though it was just the two of us.

As we danced, our conversation continued, and we shared our dreams, ambitions, and secrets. The more we spoke, the deeper our connection grew. It was as if the puzzle pieces of my life were slowly falling into place.

Princess Y/N looked at me intently, her eyes filled with warmth. "Milady, there is something different about you. You have this air of independence and mystery, yet there is also a vulnerability that draws me in. I feel like there is more to you than what meets the eye. You intrigue me so much."

I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. "Your Highness, I have spent my life hiding behind different names and identities. But with you, I feel like I can finally be myself. In your presence, I feel accepted and understood."

Her hand gently squeezed mine, and a tender smile graced her lips. "Milady, I see the strength and resilience within you. I believe there is a world of possibilities for us if we are willing to take a chance."

And at that moment, as we finished waltzing under the twinkling lights, Princess Y/N took my hand and led me to the gardens where no one was around. We kept our conversation while walking around the garden. This leads to us here in front of the fountain where we both held such intense eye contact. She looked into my eyes and for just a second her gaze lowered to my lips and so did mine. We started leaning closer to each other and before I knew it. Her soft lips were on mine and I knew that at this moment I had found the missing piece to my puzzle.

And so, we began our clandestine romance. It wasn't easy, of course. There were always guards around, and we had to be careful not to be caught. But we managed it, meeting in secret gardens and hidden alcoves. It was exhilarating, and I felt alive in a way I never had before. Princess Y/N was the light and love I never knew I needed, and together, we would navigate the mysteries of life, side by side.

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I have not yet watched "Les Trois Mousquetaires: D'artagnan" because it is only available in selected countries so I'm going to be basing Milady's background on what I think her background could have been and why she turned out to be like that. I'll leave the part where Milady and Athos are married cause Y/N is gonna come to the picture (though I do ship them a lot because of BBC's musketeers, go check it out if you haven't it's really good.)

Also, this is requested by Scarlett274973 (Wattpad), thank you for requesting 🩷

Also sorry for not updating any more oneshots since the last update. I haven't been feeling well and have had headaches and my body just doesn't want to sleep though I'm so tired and I also felt like throwing up but I'm getting better. Anyways, don't forget to drink your water lovelies and stay hydrated.

Edit (08/18/2023):

This is originally published on wattpad I also have a few other Eva Green and Characters one shots on my book in wattpad. I posted the very first one shot here and put the link on it. I'm going to publish this one shot here for now since wattpad is acting up and won't let me publish any updates. Thanks for understanding.

-Zel

#eva green #eva green x reader #milady de winter #the three musketeers #les trois mousquetaires #Milady de Winter x Reader

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bluehwale · 2 years

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not what i wanted, but what we need | c.s.

summary. are breakups usually this hard? you don't know the answer to that – choi san is your first love and your first ever heartbreak.

pairing. idol! san x trainee! reader

word count. 1k ish

genre. don't be fooled by the header because this is ANGST (my fave genre <3 don't ask <3), established relationship! breakup! that's it. just angst. san cried. you cried. yeah.,, i wrote this while listening to day6's so let's love so it'd probably heighten your reading experience if you listen to it as well

note. this is my first ever writing since i was 13 so pls ! lower ! your ! expectations ! i wrote this in one sitting and it's like three am so forgive me if you notice any grammatical errors,,,, ily, hope u enjoy!! (psssst btw,, my asks are open for just about anything rlly)

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"Don't say that."

"_____, listen to me," San pleads, desperately clinging onto his hold on your wrists that you're struggling to escape from, frantically shaking your head over what he just said. "Please. Listen to me."

If his previous statement didn't already painfully clutch at your chest, the sight in front of you definitely would. It's a rare occurence to see the boy cry – not because he lacks the emotional bandwidth to do so, but because he strives to always be the source of joy for others around him. Seeing him strain himself to not let the gathered tears on his waterline fall forces the lump in your throat to grow in size, lodging a sick feeling in your chest that worsens the shortness of your breath. Still, you won't, can't, let him go without putting up a fight. "I won't hear you. You don't mean that."

You don't even notice the tears that slipped out your eyes until San shifts to place his thumbs on each side of your cheek to wipe them away. The corner of his lips curl into a shaky smile as his pupils trace over every detail of your face, as if this would be the last time he gets to see you.

"We both know this day would come," he softly starts, gently brushing his thumb back and forth in hopes of comforting you. Much to your distaste, your body instinctively reacts as it always does to his touch; calming down your rapid breaths to a slower pace. "We're not supposed to last and you know that."

There's a crack to his voice as he said it, as if he himself understood perfectly the implication of his words but refuses to let the fact that it's happening right now sink in. His head tilts to the side as he brings his hand to caress the underside of your face and pull you closer to him. His smile morphs into a crushed expression at a closer look of your face, the realization that he'll probably never get used to the absence of you and your warmth causing a tick to his jaw.

"But I love you," you say, hoping the three words reign enough as a reason to make him stay. You edge closer to him, feeling your hands inch to wrap underneath his arm and rest your head against his chest, memorizing the thrum of his heartbeat.

"I love you," you repeat.

"So do I. So do I, angel. I love you so much, you have no idea." San cradles the back of your head to his chest, placing his chin atop your head, letting your bodies bask in each other's embrace.

"But we know we'll get tired of this. The hiding, the distance, the waiting," he continues. "We could barely keep up with video calls and texts while I'm away, and with your upcoming debut, we'll barely have any time for that."

As much as you hate to admit it, he's right. Ever since his debut a couple months ago, you barely see each other due to his busy schedule and him flying overseas. You can see through the exhaustion he tries to hide in video calls when he forces himself to stay awake just to see you. You're so unimaginably happy for him to finally achieve his dream of debuting, but a selfish part of you hates it for taking him away from you.

But you get it. You understand. You have the same dream as his after all.

You peer up at him, your teary eyes unblinking while you drink in his soft eyes and prominent dimples as he flashes you a small smile. The silence tells him that you agree to what he said, as much as it pains you.

"So this is it then?" you whisper, grasping the back of his shirt tightly, in fear of eventually having to let it go. To let him go.

"We'll still be there for each other," San rasps, a choked out sound that barely escapes his throat. He's trying his hardest to hold back his tears and puts up a show of maintaining the smile on his face that you know is for your sake. To show you that everything is going to be alright. That, maybe, just as this relationship isn't meant to last, then this break wouldn't last either. "I'll always be there for you. Whenever you need me. I'm here."

This is goodbye.

You feel yourself losing your composure again at his words, your features strained and breathing ragged. A choked laugh erupts from you as you sniffle, using the underside of your wrist to wipe away at your eyes and backing away from his hold. "San, you're making me cry harder."

San internally frowns at the removal of your body from being molded against his, but lets out a chortle at your remark for the sake of maintaining a semblance of normalcy. "Sorry for that."

You look at the man in front of you, the only man you've ever known to love. You don't think you'll ever stop loving him.

"I'll always love you," San wins the unspoken race of saying it first, provoking you to playfully roll your still teary eyes at him which he smiles at. "I'll bring you everywhere with me, right here." he grasps at the left side of his chest – at his heart. "You'll always have a place in me."

"You're everything to me," he breathes.

"You are to me too," you mutter softly. You then jokingly bring your fist to punch at his upper arm, eliciting a dramatized groan from him. "Don't forget about me now that you're famous."

Translation: I'll always love you too.

His curled eyes remain hollow even though he showcases a wide grin at your teasing and its underlying meaning, his dimples carving deeper into his skin. He's back to adopting the cheery persona he's used to, although he knows he'll never be the same. "Shut up, you know I'll always be your number one fan."

Translation: I'll wait for you. For us to happen again. Someday.

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mukky-world · 9 days

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hi mukky!! i hope you don't mind asks i just found your website, and... it's so cool.... it's like you opened a whole new world for me a whole website dedicated to your art, tweaking every single thing to your liking, creating your own online world (and hence the name mukky's world).... that's so beautiful and i can't imagine why people stopped doing that. we HAVE to bring the trend back i still haven't looked at other websites you have put links to, this is honestly one of the first times i'm personally visiting a place on the internet like this one, but those buttons are very very tempting..... i was looking around your site for like half an hour if not longer, and i felt like a little kid in a toy store, or even more like a teenager in a stationery shop, running from shelf to shelf and picking up every single item with excitement glimmering in the eyes, everything is just so cool and pretty and amazing and i dont know the right adjectives to describe this experience😭 your art. your art is so precious. i think i can look at each piece for hours, it's all very expressive and honest and puts some positivity in my soul.... absolutely gorgeous and i think i accidentally got very invested into the anti-gravity racing lore.... the concept of unimaginably fast sky racing on a sort or racing-spaceship machines is amazing, has to be a separate game or a show!!! hard to pick my favorite team, but it's probably between sky labs and la rapid, tho polycarbonate is also a strong competitor anyway, i could probably say much more, but this is already a lot for a single ask, so i'll stop here. thank you so much for making a website, i can't wait to see what else you're going to do with it!! (and a possible second site? your youtube channel???? honestly baffled with your seemingly unending creativity) with best regards, blooky <з

I... I don't know what to say... it means so much to read this, I am so very greatful to hear the joy you get out of my work. This is why I make art, thank you for the very kind words!!! I will work hard to continue bringing this kind of joy into the world!!! :3 <3 <3 <3 <3

#thank you so much!!#please do check out the other websites #they are very cool too!!

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anodyne-sunflower · 9 months

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Love me like you do (Chapter 31 END)-Balem series

A/N: Guys...guys, I actually did it. 4 and a half years later but I fucking did it lmao listen, this was always the ending I had in mind, but a little shorter than intended, but it is what it is and I am just happy to have finished it for anyone still interested lol fucking hell...even if no one reads it, I'm proud I even came back to finish. Not beta read because I'm too worked up to care about grammar.

Mood Music: my own cheers and tears

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Blades of grass thread between your toes, cold and smooth, dotted by the dew of morning that provides a sense of relief to the heat around you. You spread your arms in the warmth of the atmosphere, eyes closed and head tilted back to let your very being breathe in the day.

Your chest rises and falls with every hardened breath, inhales just as strong as the exhale to take in the sunrise. And oh, is it one with earth. The view brings a smile to your face, feet taking one, two, three steps until the field is open, long stalks of various plants tickling your skin, over your bare feet and ankles, the tallest reaching your shoulders that peek over the red cloth of your dress.

It’s Summer, you think. Must be. For the heat is grand and the sunrise is wanting.

It’s big, orange, burning yellow and bright along the horizon of where you stand. You take the view in, lips quirking into a grin, reminiscing of Summer’s past, where earth has given you joy as a child.

This is much the same. A grand sun, backdropped to orange and yellow hues, signaling the day’s start. But in contrast, there is snow. Falling from above, in delicate flakes, hitting your bare shoulders, melting over collarbones and you hold your hand out, collecting them into your palm.

Snow in summer....not of earth, and it makes you smile. “Just like home...”

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“I don’t know what to say...”

His forehead came to rest on yours, eyes closed as he urged you to say what you both wanted. “You do.”

You do....

The very idea of that made you laugh, inwardly of course, because you were more than aware a certain Primary would frown upon that reaction. “I don’t, Balem. I don’t even know where to begin...”

His eyes pierce into you, steady, eerily calm but you’ve known him long enough to gauge the swirl of fear in them, tinged with an urgency that begs you to choose him. To desire him like you once did—still did. “You come here, expecting—expecting what? That I allow myself to be yours again? That I turn a blind eye to the world you literally create for yourself? You’re asking me to live with the fact you...you...”

“I am what I am, little bird. And I’ve never claimed to be more. I have given you my very existence, earth be damned...” His eyes flicker down your features, lingering on your lips, hand raised by his side to touch but he doesn’t dare to do more than merely hover there, waiting, pleading for your acceptance. “I don’t want it, I don’t yearn for it, there is little here I care for and I’m currently in its presence.” Balem’s gaze softens, that sheen of hesitance there, so unlike his usual self that makes you question so much. “I have promised you. I will never take from this planet, there is no bargain here. I ask nothing in return, but if I must,” and it’s then you hold your breath, solid in your chest as he begins to kneel.

The very sight is unimaginable, a man with so much to his name, his worth so grand you’re of very little consequence to him in the grand scheme of life...yet, he kneels. Before you.

The hand he had stretched out now moves forward, gripping yours in a tight hold, fingers threading through your own. His palms are cold, you notice, and all at once, you wish to warm them.

“If I must yield to you,” and he squeezes, so softly, but the touch burns all the same. “Know that I do so with every intent of my...” a breath. “My heart.”

“Balem—“

“Come back with me—to me, Y/N.”

His words pierce you, throughout your entire soul, so strong they make you squeeze his hands back in response. You’d be foolish to deny the way your heart seeks him, willingly beating in earnest of a love you hold. There is no consequence to your emotions, that much you’re plainly aware of, but it is morality that whispers in your ear. Softly kissing the idea that he can never change into your mind. That he can gift your worlds and still hold many more in his grasp.

Then again, has he ever asked more from you than your love? Such a simple notion in reality, to give yourself to someone so fully but to him...to him that must be the only concept that eludes him in life. In all his centuries of living, he’s never once flirted with its grasp.

Until now.

Until you...

Enough to gift you the entirety of earth. To ask nothing in return, to kneel...if you had the presence of mind, you’d have smiled at the action, because you’re more than aware he’s never kneeled for a single person in his long life.

Morality speaks of truth, and in that you find one thing; you do love him. No matter the actions of his life, his business, his past indiscretions, you still loved him. You knew deep down the profound nature of your feelings towards him would never change, and your time back on earth had proven that. How often can a person admit such things? How often can anyone say they’ve been faced with this decision, it’s unlikely, that’s for certain.

However, seeing him before you, kneeling, lips brushing over your knuckles as he closes his eyes in preparation of your answer...you realize one inevitable fact; yes or no...you love him.

And what more should matter?

***

Gentle footsteps sound behind you, and with little more than a turn of your head, you see Mr. Night by the entryway.

"Are you ready?"

Have you ever been? You'd be lying if you said some small part of you never hesitated...

***

Your eyes move to the deed in your hands, the tablet smooth, so small yet holding a power far beyond your own importance. I have Earth, you think softly to yourself, and what do I do now?

"Come back with me..."

Balem's urgent whispers bring you back to the moment. You glance up to see him standing closer, his hand outstretched, shaking so slightly you'd almost miss it.

"I beg you."

You swallow, pained--grateful, in a very wrong way, but that warmth sweeps you in its grasp. Come back with me, he keeps asking, but your hands remain tucked at your sides, one tightening around the tablet...

***

"I am." You say it so matter-of-factly, pulling the corners of your gown up to pack yourself to the entryway. Your bare feet feel content with the grounds of the garden, always your favorite place amongst this monstrosity of a palace, and it's only when you near the golden doors you slip them back into your heels, a stark, vibrant red. They glitter against the fading sunlight, and you take one look back at the vast gardens. "I am..."

***

"Okay..." It's so soft when you say it. So soft Balem seems taken aback, a line drawn between his brows as he nears you, frightened in his own right.

"Say it again..."

You look to him, somewhat moved by his own surprise. Perhaps he truly did not come with expectations, "Okay..." Only a desire to see you off in a way that would honor his old promises, honor his own feelings for you. It settles a confidence in your heart, one that makes it a little easier to know deep down... you've made the right decision. "I'll go back with you." The affirmation feels like a heat radiating through your being, waking your muscles as you slowly reach for his hand that remains ever so pleading to you. "I'll go back." You say more pointedly, threading your fingers through his pale ones, his cold palms soothing to you. It's a memory of a softer time... when you could pretend the ethics behind all of this didn't matter.

When you could pretend, just for a moment, you were both normal human beings...with nothing more than love between you.

Balem's fingers tighten around yours, fearing you'd let go at any moment. As if you'd change your mind, and he'd be left just as heartbroken as before. His eyes glow with adulation, but wary of how far his own feelings could take him.

"Little bird..."

***

Snow still falls around you, and only when you reach your palm out do you realize it's ash. You stare towards the refinery in the distance, smoothing your thumb across the flake and watching it dust your fingertips.

There is beauty in the world around you, gardens elongating down the pathways, the windows, the arches...and then there is darkness. It's never too far, is it?

But a smile still comes to your face. Perhaps guilty, perhaps content. In the end, you pay it all no mind. You knew...you knew not everything in this universe can be saved. Maybe not even yourself...

"Little bird."

But what is happiness, if not a selfish thing.

"I'm coming."

You slip through the doorway, fingers finding Balem's as he gracefully smiles at you, pulling you closer and pressing his lips to yours in a subdued kiss. You feel his desire in it, feel the urgency to move all of this along.

To find that end that catered to both your hearts.

"In here, my lord." Mr. Night pushes the doors to the throneroom open, Balem's white and gold cap sliding effortlessly across the tiles. A man resides on the high steps, dresses in robes, and beckoning you both forth.

"Would your majesty place his hand forth, signifying the bond."

Your eyes drift to the machine floating before you both, Balem moving his hand with no hesitation towards it. You watch in awe as a light shines from it, a mechanism arching over his finger as it burns an elaborate ring across it. His eyes never stray from yours, a pride glowing in them as he lifts his hand to show the imprint of his devotion.

"Your turn, little bird." It's said gently, almost humorously, so unlike him that it actually makes you laugh. Maybe he still thinks you'll turn heel and run, or maybe he's so engrossed in a moment he can't believe is actually occurring.

But you know this is what you want--what you asked for.

A devotion dressed in chaos, in uncertainty, yet...in perpetuity.

You lay your palm across the machine, watching as the glow of the ring etches into your skin. There is no turning back, and you remember the words, the vows, you both whispered to each other this morning while lying in bed. They were meant for this moment, but Balem had asked you to only repeat them to him and only him.

For anyone else's ear need not know what you mean to each other.

So even when darkness takes over the day, when your rings shine in each other's tangled hands, do you dare to say them to him again.

"I, Y/N, take Balem Abrasax," his lips pepper down your neck, one hand slipping under the end of your gown to lift it up, "to be my husband..." your breath hitches in your throat, "I enter into this union," his lips slide to your chin, halting there before he brings them to your own, "being of sound mind..."

"My beautiful little bird." His achingly devoted words get kissed into your lips, and you moan softly from the urgency of it all. The vows sing inside your head and you wonder, very briefly, how your heart could change you so much.

All for one man...

"Of my..." But in the very end, your illusion of what perfection was, what being good was...seemed so irrelevant in his arms, "own volition."

***

A/N: holy fuck I actually ended this series....fuck me, thank you, all of you, for ever having read this at all lol like...what?! It's so cheesy but fun to write and share and I realize many of you probably aren't around anymore but to those who ever stuck around and wished or hoped for an end, I hope this is something.

Thank you. Truly.

#balem abrasax #balem abrasax x reader #lmlyd #love me like you do #balem series #omg #balem x reader #jupiter ascending #Jupiter ascending fanfiction

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I............. the Namek Freeza battle ....... was I think all about Satisfaction. Goku going Super Saiyan - moving into "throws of unimaginable rage" as Freeza put it - was like moving into the ultimate fury of the Fight response. Pure aggression instinct.

He didnt drop this state until he deemed the fight over. Not when Freeza was DEAD - but when GOKU FELT that he was no longer a threat. He didnt need to kill him to find satisfaction. There just had be nothing left to kick around.

This partly makes me think of the way that aggression in predators is activated by movement and resistance - and is why an animal freezing will make a cat boredly leave. Cats especially dont just hunt becasue they're hungry - it's a set of behaviors that they DELIGHT in, that brings them joy, like how birds like to sing (even when they have no prospects for a mate - think caged birds) and have the impulse to roost (even doing so when there are no eggs - think pet pigeons.) Cats love to play with their prey after they catch them. Which is so morbid for the prey. But the cat just loves to do it. And obviously they'll play with inanimate things too - as long as they keep moving, or at least make a satisfying sound.

Saiyans seem a lot like that. They LOVE to fight, have to even, there is a reserve of energy in their soul that compels them to fight - but it's not pure aggression, no, it can be joy. But the prey needs to keep active and alive to stimulate that joy- we're constantly seeing Goku needing the enemy to give him their all, and not just for honor's sake, but becasue there is a very tangible thrill that he is getting out of this and he just needs the satisfaction of a good, FULL fight. It's disappointing when the enemy gives up too soon or never puts up much resistance. Think about how many times he admits high excitement when facing a strong enemy. Think about how much later in the series, Goku gets so FRUSTARTED when theres no one good to fight. He NEEEEDS to release this energy he NEEEDS to be equally matched. He needs the proper resistance in order to put in his all, and he needs the mutual reciprocation of - bare minimum, if not any other thing to agree on - Passion.

I mean dont get me wrong Saiyans as a whole DEFINITELY KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THEMSELVES when it comes to ANGRY AGGRESSION. But they also just like to fight. And "killing" is not the only satisfying end to that.

Goku, by nature, adheres to the call of mercy. He needs to fight more than anything, it's kind of his whole thing, but he never feels compelled to kill. Rather, he NEEDS the enemy to live so that they can come back stronger later and give him another Satisfying Fight...!

But that's not what's behind all of his mercy - really, his mercy is as instinctual as his need for fight. The latter we can attribute to his species, but the former is uniquely his own and just as integral. That's what makes him Goku. When Freeza was begging for mercy, Goku was incensed to hear it - but he could not resist the call. BECAUSE: This is about SATISFACTION, and he would FIND NONE if he let himself walk away in cold blood.

When he had to kill Freeza he wasnt happy about it. He had already found his satisfaction. He didnt want to also kill him, but he knew that Freeza had forced his hand - truly, truly forced his hand, wrote his actions, becasue right up to the end, Freeza WAS a worthy fight. BUT, Goku never takes Freeza's last-minute advice about how mercy's only beneficiary is your foe. Because right up to the end, Freeza was a fool. That's what Goku yells at him when he is forced to return a ki blast and end him, and it is the most pertinent thing for him to say. Freeza never learned to read into harmony and to be able to track the moving ki of living things. Freeza never learned how precious life is, which from Goku's divine wisdom, is an ignorance that to which there exists no greater indicator of a fool. Freeza was just a fool.

Anyway: I said earlier that this reminded me of how cats play, but that was a tangent. What this fight REALLY is is AWESOME, RIGHTEOUS RAGE and VINDICATION and REVENGE and SATISFACTION. It's immensely gratifying to the viewer, most of us walking around with no good way to vent the awesome survival rage that we're capable of, and for some, is locked inside of us due to past happenings that were never resolved.

THE SCENERY IS INTENSE - the sick, dead, EXPLODING planet, devoid of life, giving in to the epic violence of all that it's made of. It represents being past overdue, when you've gone under the tunnel and theres no sun, when God has written you off and theres nothing more to do and you're just waiting until you're not there to wait anymore. To Goku it's this pivotal time to nail the escape - but to the planet, it's past any salvageability, past the event horizon. It's not the fearful wait for death, it IS death, upfront and center and awesome and profound. So theres this backdrop of complete obliteration without desolation, consummate violence, the magma and tsunamis and lightning and earthquakes.

And Goku is burning with unwavering conviction to survive this. Hes not willing to die with Freeza like he was with Raditz - this is not about being tactful - this is about something higher, this is divine comeuppance. He intercepted King Kai and the Grand Elder's communication to tell them that they better not wish him away. This is HIS FIGHT - and anyone could see that this is his PURPOSE. If he dies here then he will with total satisfaction. This is what hes meant to do. The preservation of what's precious, the commitment to honor, to deferring to the calls of revenge, the electricity in his body and his blood inside and out - this is all his biology and he is one with his fate. He will not be removed prematurely. This cannot be thwarted. The impact of this perfectly-focused force of his spirit is, out of context, only destructive - and if you remove him from this before satisfaction, there is no way in this lifetime that he will be able to discharge this in an effective or meaningful way. If he cant win this, then he needs to die. This is all he is.

He had entered the Super Saiyan state again when Freeza attacked him again, and this time he didnt leave it when Freeza was deemed no longer threat. He maintained it as he tried to escape. The threat isnt over yet - he has even less time than he did, and all of this energy can now be converted into initiating an active escape.

Furthermore - and this feels like a weak detour now- when Freeza's ship fell into the innards of the planet and all hope was seemingly loss .. even though Goku was left there like "No ... this cant be happening..!" He still didnt feel trapped or hopeless and he didnt move into any sort of freeze response. No tonic immobility for our Goku. His fury is too POWERFUL, and his constitution POWERFUL ENOUGH to contain it without getting overwhelmed (INCREDIBLE!). He has not reached satisfaction yet - he has not escaped yet - so he will remain in this state.

Also Goku, by character, training, AND blood, will never ever resort to any sort of freeze .. THIS WE KNOW ... we saw baby Gohan fall into that a few times (the way he would have a burst of power and then drop to level 0 in overwhelming fear...) but even at his young age and limited training we see the fight response in him show up and triumph . I do just think that Saiyans will Always Fight rather than flee and they will persist with fight for a long time even if the situation becomes unsalvageable... I think it's just their coding. I've no reason to believe otherwise...

#dballz posting

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film-flick · 6 months

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BEST 10 HORROR MOVIES OF 2023 (SO FAR) ACCORDING TO ROTTEN TOMATOES

1. HUESERA: THE BONE WOMAN

Valeria's joy at becoming a first-time mother is quickly taken away when she's cursed by a sinister entity. As danger closes in, she's forced deeper into a chilling world of dark magic that threatens to consume her.

2. ATTACHMENT

ATTACHMENT is a horror romance about Maja, a has-been actress in Denmark, who falls in love with Leah, a young, Jewish academic visiting from the UK. When Leah suffers a mysterious seizure, Maja fears their whirlwind romance might be cut short and decides to follow Leah back to her home in London. There, Maja meets her new downstairs neighbour: Leah’s mother, Chana. An overbearing, seemingly religious and highly secretive woman, Chana seems resistant to all of Maja’s attempts to win her over. And as Maja notices strange occurrences in the building, she begins to suspect that Chana’s secrets could be much darker than first anticipated.

3. TALK TO ME

When a group of friends discover how to conjure spirits using an embalmed hand, they become hooked on the new thrill, until one of them goes too far and unleashes terrifying supernatural forces.

4. M3GAN

M3GAN is a marvel of artificial intelligence, a life-like doll programmed to be a child's greatest companion and a parent's greatest ally. Designed by brilliant toy-company roboticist Gemma (Get Out's Allison Williams), M3GAN can listen and watch and learn as she becomes friend and teacher, playmate and protector, for the child she is bonded to. When Gemma suddenly becomes the caretaker of her orphaned 8-year-old niece, Cady (Violet McGraw, The Haunting of Hill House), Gemma's unsure and unprepared to be a parent. Under intense pressure at work, Gemma decides to pair her M3GAN prototype with Cady in an attempt to resolve both problems--a decision that will have unimaginable consequences.

5. INFLUENCER

INFLUENCER tells the story of Madison (Emily Tennant, "Riverdale"), a popular social media influencer who is having a lonely and uneventful trip in Thailand despite what she tells her followers on Instagram. While reflecting on her boyfriend canceling the trip, she meets CW (Cassandra Naud, "See"), a fearless and enigmatic traveler who offers to take her to some of the most Instagram-worthy locations. Together they share authentic meals and drinks with locals, discussing the differences between Madison's online presence and CW's lack of one. After showing Madison all of the amazing sights, things take a different turn when CW brings her to a surprise location -- a deserted island that is completely off the grid.

6. BROOKLYN 45

Friday, December 27, 1945. Five military veterans gather in the ornate parlor of a Brooklyn brownstone. Best friends since childhood, they've reunited to support their troubled host -- but when his invitation for cocktails turns into an impromptu séance, the metaphoric ghosts of their past become all-too-literal. Trapped in their host's lounge, the Greatest Generation now finds themselves put to one final test... with their only route to freedom being more bloodshed.

7. TOTALLY KILLER

Thirty-five years after the shocking murder of three teens, the infamous "Sweet Sixteen Killer" returns on Halloween night to claim a fourth victim. Seventeen-year-old Jamie (Kiernan Shipka) ignores her overprotective mom's (Julie Bowen) warning and comes face-to-face with the masked maniac and, on the run for her life, accidentally time travels back to 1987, the year of the original killings. Forced to navigate the unfamiliar and outrageous culture of the 1980s, Jamie teams up with her teen mom (Olivia Holt) to take down the killer once and for all, before she's stuck in the past forever.

8. THE BLACKENING

The Blackening centers around a group of Black friends who reunite for a Juneteenth weekend getaway only to find themselves trapped in a remote cabin with a twisted killer. Forced to play by his rules, the friends soon realize this ain't no motherfu**in' game. Directed by Tim Story (Ride Along, Think Like A Man, Barbershop) and co-written by Tracy Oliver (Girls Trip, Harlem) and Dewayne Perkins (The Amber Ruffin Show, Brooklyn Nine-Nine), The Blackening skewers genre tropes and poses the sardonic question: if the entire cast of a horror movie is Black, who dies first?

9. SICK

As the pandemic steadily brings the world to a halt, Parker and her best friend Miri decide to quarantine at the family lake house alone--or so they think.

10. INFINITY POOL

While staying at an isolated island resort, James (Alexander Skarsgård) and Em (Cleopatra Coleman) are enjoying a perfect vacation of pristine beaches, exceptional staff, and soaking up the sun. But guided by the seductive and mysterious Gabi (Mia Goth), they venture outside the resort grounds and find themselves in a culture filled with violence, hedonism, and untold horror. A tragic accident leaves them facing a zero tolerance policy for crime: either you'll be executed, or, if you're rich enough to afford it, you can watch yourself die instead.

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What's something good/healing in your life now that you never could have expected in 2016?

Hi thank you for the question!!

I gotta say...Cannoli 🥺

She's made my life/mental health unimaginably better, she brings me joy every second of every day, she gets me out walking several miles a day.....she's so fucking happy to see me all the time, she sleeps under the covers with me, she's my BABYYYYY. I had never had a dog before her and I couldn't have known how amazing it and she especially would ever be.

Also, the relationship I have with my then-follower @bonesofyarn is something I couldn't have known about in 2016 that has brought me immense joy and healing for the last 3 years. They live across the country but we've managed to see each other 3-4 times year and we talk all day every day. Really important group of people in our life

#noli #alexandrites #anonymous #the warrior sef

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lamemaster · 10 months

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Melodies of Love (Part 2)

PART 1

Summary: It isn’t mortal flesh or blood that your sword pierces but the very soul of the one you once knew as your father. You deliver the final blow to Morgoth, the dark lord of Arda, the villain of all wrong in the world but also your father.

AN: thank you to all of you who commented such good things on the first part and gave me the courage to write another one. This has been a story I have wanted to write for the longest time ever. So, thanks a lot for reading! (P.S. These really awesome dividers by @saradika.)

You expected to feel a burst of relief or maybe joy for the betterment of Arda. Anything numbness, anger, exhaustion but not this…not a despair so profound that you find yourself gasping for air. It feels as if the tip of your sword had been thrust into you. As if your own move left you wounded.

It isn’t mortal flesh or blood that your sword pierces but the very soul of the one you once knew as your father. You deliver the final blow to Morgoth, the dark lord of Arda, the villain of all wrong in the world but also your father. The one you came looking for this world that you belong to partially.

It is a glorious moment of the fall of all dark and all wrong. A moment of victory from the hands of a demi-god, from another world. Around you, people celebrate the victory. Men, Elves, Dwarves, Valar, Maiar are all ecstatic about the unmarring of their world.

But you cannot bring yourself to move an inch. Fear grips you. You are terrified of moving the sword that impales your father. What if you hurt him more…what if…your thoughts panic as you observe his dissipating form. No…no..no…

None had seen it. None but you. The final blow would not have landed. It wouldn’t have if your father did not allow it himself. The dark lord of Arda willed his demise. He let you kill him. “My child…my dearest, I thank you. Forg-” are the only words you hear as you see your father’s fleeting form.

You collapse to your knees, tears streaming down your face, as conflicting emotions surge through your heart. The truth of your father's sacrifice dawns upon you with devastating clarity. He had allowed you to strike the final blow, not out of weakness or defeat, but as a deliberate act of love and redemption. He chose to sacrifice himself for the greater good of Arda, and for you, his child.

Your father...you could have saved him...he was not lost yet, not until you killed him with your very hands. You did it.

Manwe, the Lord of Arda, searches for you amidst the vast battlefield, the entirety of Arda stretched out before him. He felt it the moment you struck his brother, a deep ache in his chest that left him breathless, as if he were a dying mortal.

Regret floods Manwe's heart as he realizes he should have taken the burden of Arda upon himself. He should have shouldered the responsibility as its ruler, rather than allowing you to face such a miserable fate. He laments his decision, yearning to undo the choices that have led to this moment.

10 days ago...

In the quiet sanctuary of Manwe's chamber, a solemn conversation unfolds between you and the Lord of Arda. The weight of the world hangs heavy in the air as you gather your resolve, ready to make a promise that will shape your destiny.

"Uncle Manwe," you begin, your voice steady but filled with unwavering determination. "I cannot bear to see you burdened with the duty of facing my father in battle. I offer myself in your stead. Let me be the one to confront Melkor and bring an end to his darkness."

Manwe's usually serene eyes flicker with unease as he gazes upon you. Love for both you and Melkor intertwines within him, creating a conflict that cannot be easily resolved. The thought of pitting kin against kin weighs heavily upon his heart, and he hesitates to accept your selfless offer.

"My dear child," Manwe replies, his voice tinged with sorrow. "The battle that lies ahead is of unimaginable magnitude. It is not a fight I wished upon anyone, especially not you. Melkor is my brother, and though his actions have caused immense pain, he too was once a part of our family."

You reach out, placing a comforting hand on Manwe's, understanding the depth of his love and the struggles that torment him. "I know the extent of your affection for him, Uncle and that is why I cannot let you be the one to do it. I also cannot stand idly by while his malevolence continues to sow chaos and suffering. I will face him, not merely as his child, but as a force for good. For the world that you and the rest have created"

Manwe's troubled expression softens as he absorbs your words. He comprehends the unwavering conviction burning within you, the desire to bring an end to the darkness that has tarnished your father's legacy. Yet, the pain lingers within him, knowing that he may be sending his own flesh and blood to confront their own parent in a battle of epic proportions.

"Child, I cannot deny your determination or the purity of your intentions," Manwe says, his voice tinged with sadness. "But know that this path you have chosen will not be easy. The clash between light and darkness, between love and strife, will test your resolve and demand sacrifices. And in the end, should you stand against your father, the weight of that decision will forever shape your soul." Not for the first time Manwe finds himself in awe of your resilience. Despite the unfiltered hatred and less-than-acceptable treatment, his people have treated you with, you remain steadfast for a cause you never expected to encounter. Nothing has managed to break the spirit of the child of Melkor and Aphrodite.

You meet Manwe's gaze, your eyes radiating a blend of determination and compassion. "I understand, Uncle. I have contemplated the consequences, and I am willing to face them. My purpose in this world extends beyond my lineage. I will fight not only for the sake of Arda but also for the love that still resides within my father. If there is hope even a fragment of it, then I will fight to get him back from his fall."

Manwe's eyes shimmer with unshed tears, his inner turmoil laid bare before you. He reaches out, enveloping your hand within his own, conveying both love and reluctance. "May the grace of Illuvatar guide your steps, my child. May your path be one of light and love, even in the face of the darkest shadows. I will support you, protect you, and pray for your triumph. But know that my heart aches for the pain you will endure."

With a solemn nod, you accept Manwe's support, knowing the tumult of your own fate. But fueled by love and determination, ready to face your father and the destiny that awaited you.

Your face remains covered by your hair that had once been tied into intricate braids now lay unbound. What jars Manwe is the ash color of your hair. Once darkest black, the color of Melkor’s hair that you got from him is now ash.

Present

Manwe, the sorrowful witness to your anguish, approaches with a heaviness in his heart. His steps falter, his voice filled with remorse, as he pleads for your forgiveness. He yearns to bear your pain, to shoulder the burden that weighs upon your soul.

Kneeling beside you, Manwe gently brushes away the veil of hair concealing your face. His touch lingers upon your tear-stained cheek, a tender gesture of empathy and love. "Y/n," he whispers, his voice a gentle plea, but your distant gaze remains unyielding, lost in a void of despair.

The light that once danced within your eyes has dimmed, replaced by a haunting bleakness. Joy, life, and radiance have been consumed, leaving behind a desolate emptiness. Manwe's own tears mirror your pain, for he knows that he is to blame. If only he had acted with courage, your hands would have been spared this tragic fate.

In broken words, you confess the unbearable truth. "My father… I… I killed him," your voice quivers, laden with remorse. Manwe attempts to wrench the sword from your grasp, desperate to release you from the weight of your actions, but your grip remains unyielding, as if bound by an unseen force.

Frantically, you search for something, your mind ensnared in a labyrinth of torment. "Uncle, I didn't want to… I tried… he just… my sword," you murmur, your words fragmented, lost in a haze of despair. Manwe's pleas grow desperate as he calls your name, his voice filled with urgency and longing, but you remain unresponsive, trapped in the grips of a nightmarish trance.

Fear grips Manwe's heart as he seeks aid from Lorien or perhaps Namo, anyone who can offer solace and healing. He tries to infuse his own strength into your shattered spirit, but only emptiness echoes back at him, a void that consumes his efforts. Panic surges within him as he scans the surroundings, only to find you vanished, leaving behind a void of sorrow.

On a day when Middle-earth rejoices in an improbable triumph, Manwe, the Lord of Arda, crumbles beneath the weight of loss. His brother, his only memory of him, you, both lost to the ravages of fate. The celebration fades into insignificance as the depth of his grief consumes his very being, leaving him shattered and bereft.

In the depths of your heart, the grief remains, a heavy burden that seems insurmountable. The consequences of your actions, the weight of your choices, bear down upon you relentlessly. Sorrow, guilt, and remorse intertwine, weaving a tapestry of anguish that engulfs your soul.

Tears flow ceaselessly, tracing rivulets of sorrow upon your cheeks. Once steady hands now tremble under the weight of the sword that forever altered your destiny. The memory of your father's essence resisting the blade haunts your every waking moment, a haunting reminder of the irreversible act that shattered your world.

Within your grief, there lies a multitude of emotions. It is the loss of a flawed father, a complex figure who once held a place in your heart. It is the anguish of shattered hope, the realization that your desperate attempts to save him were in vain. It is a mourning so deep that it takes everything of you.

And so you wander every coast, every shore, every mountain, every plain looking for any sign of your father. The world lay forgotten. Such has always been the fate of heroes in your mother's world and it seems fate is what you carry from her world to Arda.

Glorfindel pushes past a merry crowd of men as he tries to find you. His heart beats faster than it ever did. He can feel it. A fading pain in his heart, a pain that belongs to you in a heart that belongs to you.

He needs to find you and hold you. And he will do everything to mend whatever broken pieces the final battle left. After all, Glorfindel was no stranger to the emptiness of a victory that cost everything.

The gleaming band on his finger is not just for times of joy but also for moments of despair and he would not abandon you. He catches a glimpse of Lord Manwe standing alone and he feels the urge to ask the Vala about you. He must know, right?

Lord Manwe always wished good for you and it was for him you fought your own father so he must know. Glrofindel reasons as he makes his way to the king of Arda.

The king of the world had to know of your whereabouts. He would surely tell Glorfindel about the half-Vala who smiles at dandelions blooming by a street or the otherworldly half-god who bears all the hatred with a humble smile.

He would ask about his beloved who does not require food to sustain themself but cook nonetheless for Glorfindel's sake. Some know them as Agape from a foreign land.

Manwe's form seems to receede farther away despite every step Glrofindel takes. His own heart hurts so sharply that he stumbles. Foreign hands try to support the golden lord but Glorfindel pushes them away.

They are not what he craves. He wants the one his heart hurts for he wants them so selfishly that nothing else holds significance.

#the silmarillion #tolkien elves #silmarillion #middle earth #angst #eru #greek mythology #anteros #Melkor's child #Melkor #Morgoth #Manwe #glorfindel x reader

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mehiwilldoitlater · 2 years

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Revenge

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" Well, well, well... It seems you are all having fun, don't you? "

The crow lets out a soft series of gasps, a few broken glasses shattered on the ground by the surprise, the noise of the screeching of a violin from the little group of musicians. The bard stood up immediately from the stage, peering at the cause of the shock.

The first one that caught his eyes was the one of a man. His huge figure stood above many knights, his features completely covered by a black mask. From each of his footsteps, a light tinkling of chains was audible. He didn't have a weapon, but something told everyone that he didn't need one, not now, not with them. A few steps ahead of the man, the smaller frame of a woman. A long and intricate gown; unimaginable jewelry; a pair of black lace gloves that covered every centimeter of skin; a sweet and kind smile that made everyone in the audience shiver. Who was that man was a mystery, but who could forget that woman?

Who could have forgotten you?

It had been a year since someone from the city last saw you, from the beginning of the decay. No one knows what has happened to you. No one dared to search for you, too scared of the possible revenge against them. There have been rumors about your arrival in Snezhnayan, about the Tsaritsa proclamation of your glorious presence in their nation, and about the terrible loss of the holy child. No one was able to get into Snezhnayan, no one could tell what the Cryo Archon was planning...and now there you were, standing in the center of the plaza, admiring the city that you once loved with so much care.

Jean needed to move a few of her fellow citizens in order to reach you. Her mouth was half-opened and dry, her hands showed a small flicker, and her eyes were glued to you. She didn't dare come close to you, not after what had happened, and especially not now that your bodyguard had seen her and made a silent threat. You noticed her only when your gaze fell upon her.

"Oh my! Jean! I never expected to meet you here! It's been so long!"

You greeted her like a long-time friend, reaching out and holding her hand, faking your ignorance of the fear that your warm actions might alienate her. She tried to compose herself, but she couldn't hold the tremble in her voice.

"Oh...y-you Grace...it... it's true , it's been so long...you-you look fine..." "Ah ah, yeah. My lovely Columbina enjoys taking her time dressing me! Not that I complain, of course. I just can't stand to look at my body sometimes... all those scars bring so many memories, you know? "

Your gloved hands squeezed Jean's for a split second, just long enough for her to detect the presence of scarred skin and burns beneath the elegant lace. You were so calm, your voice so kind, and yet Jean could only sense so much hatred in you.

A gust of wind gave her the chance to get free from your iron grasp. The small frame of the bard appeared in front of you, kneeling in your presence.

"Your grace! Please forgive us for our forgetfulness! We should never have left you alone, but Mondstadt needed to heal from the decay. We just "Oh...Venti, please!"

The delicate touch on his cheek stutters the musician, a slight blush on his face quickly replaced by a look of pure terror. How could such an angelic face be so evil?

So, given that we've known each other for so long, why do you address me in this manner? Have you forgotten how you called me? I recall it was a blasphemous imposter, right? "

It was like you were sucking away his own life force, not for your survival but just for the fun of seeing him in pain. If there was some air in his lungs, all of it was sucked away by you. For every sweet stroke on his face, he sensed his terror rising.

"Your grace..."

The deep voice of your chaperone wakes him up. Your hand leaves the face of the bard, only an empty sense of cold was the only thing that remained.

That smile still remained on your face. Looking around you, the feeling of thread has completely engulfed the joy of the past hours. Yes, they were finally aware of how it feels to be afraid. Oh, it was splendid. You were enjoying it every second of it, and you would enjoy it more later after your surprise for them.

"Anyway...what were you celebrating? Such a party it's not a common thing right?" "Your grace, it's a celebration of the end of decay... A year today. "

Kaeya's hands were holding Jean's shoulder to prevent her falling, a fakade of security on his face. He was such a good liar, but even he wasn't able to conceal the sensation of dread in his veins. More importantly, he couldn't understand your motives for coming back to the placewhere the people that killed the sacred child lived. You must have had your motives,and the presence of a Fatui after months of silence from Snezhnayan wasn't a good thing.

"A whole year? Goodness, how does the time fly? I must apologize; I was so suffocated by my work that I forgot! " "Well, if you like, you and your companion could spend the celebration here with us. We would be honored to have you. "

Or better yet, having you under their radar to prevent any dirty tricks. You sighed, massaging one of your hands.

"Oh , I would love to ,Kaeya, really I do, but unfortunately this was a mere courtesy visit. My obligations call me back to Snezhnayan and to my precious Archon. "

You and the mysterious man took a few steps together, then you stopped, looking back at the audience.

"But, since i'm here, i still would like to extend my sincere promise..."

You wanted everyone to see it. You wanted everyone to understand that you were changed. That day, not only did your precious baby die that day, you died with him and now you are reborn. The weak woman that wanted to escape from that world was gone. The person who was in front of them was the revengeful god that they deserved. So you smiled, a wicked and sick smile.

"That Mondstadt lived a bright and hopeful future."

The silence was thick, to the point that everyone stopped breathing. In their minds, they thought of fear and terror. For you, it was like a drug. Now you know why Childe lived for that sensation. It was overwhelming, it was powerful, it was-

"You're so pretty!"

You fekt nothing. No, no it wasn't nothing. It was something that you had tried many times to shut up, to silence or to try to kill it inside of you.

A grip on your gown, something small that didn't bulge you but strong enough to be sensed. A voice, bright and cheerful , full of wonder at the strange woman who was standing in front of her parents, who were fighting the urge to jump and snatch away the small girl from you. Your stunned gaze met two green orbs that were entranced by your presence. In her jet black hair, a small flower crown, white petals had fallen to her small shoulders, her bangs decorated with ribbons.

"Are you a princess? Like the ones in the books? "

She was so pure, so small, she didn't have the slightest idea of who you were , about your companion, about your plans. Something clicked in you. That thing was coming back again, clawing at your guts, scratching every single part of your soul.

Remorse.

It was like a kick in the stomach; you felt the same sensation when the hair had been adrupted with force from the lungs. You tried to look around, but you didn't know where to look. Everything was blurry and confused, and the colors were blending together, like a drawing immersed in water. Your head started to spin, left and right were confused and you just wanted to run away, to scream, to just not remember what you wanted to do.

Instead, a broken whine escapes from your red lips, which you cover with your hands, feeling a sense of nausea rising in your throat. The small hand wanished. Two strong ones were gripping your shoulders, trying to hold you. His deep voice tried to call for your attention. The one thing you could do was just grip his dark jacket, pulling it close to you, hiding from everything.

"G-G...G-go...i...I-I want to go...N-NOW..."

Your voice was almost a whisper, but he knew what to do. He lifts you up in his arms, holding you like a baby in need of protection.

"O-Order...order the-the others,...phase-phase two is...cancelled..." "...As you wish."

Slowly, without saying anything to the citizens, you both slowly exit the scene. But the cavalry captain saw everything...and heard something.

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"We lost a chance!" "You are in no position to speak your mind , Dottore!" "Oh, am I not? What about all the preparations? All the resources that we mobilized? How are we supposed to explain everything to our Majesty? "

Of every place they could have argued, they needed to do it there. Sometimes you could swear that Dottore had no sympathy for you, but even Scaramouche held no restraint, especially now. The man didn't need to express his frustrations directly to you; you already knew that you had just ruined their chance, but it was your idea, your plan, your little game of revenge. They had no right to complain, and yet you were there, holding your head in your hands, trying just to not listen. Why did Capitano need to leave you with those two? You didn't want more trouble, not now, not with that noise in your head.

"Enough! Both of you! "

Like a ray of sunlight, Signora finally stands up from her seat beside you, interrupting the fight between the two Harbinger.

" You two are arguing like children! Can't you see that the Creator is still recovering from today? "

She took a long breath. You were in no condition to argue with them, so it was up to her.

"Dottore, how long till the Knights find out about the poison?"

The man massaged his chin, admiring something in the air.

"It's not a simple answer...the water supplies of Mondstadt are quite huge. Still, if we're lucky enough, they'll find the source of it when the first syntoms start to show up. " " What about its effectiveness ?" "Tested and passed. Miscarriage is unavoidable, and infertility will affect a large percentage of women. " "Then, Dottore, why are you complaining? Besides..."

She took a step ahead, posing her hands on her hips, almost mocking the man.

" We know that you agreed to kidnap the children only to gain more test subjects."

Dottore didn't retort about it, after that was actually the truth. That idea only made you shiver more, and the worst part was that you knew that from the beginning and you were okay with that. A small whine from your throat again. Signora was attentive enough to hear it, and she remembered that it wasn't the right moment, not with you in the room.

" Now, as you can all see, our Grace is not in the condition to monitor your idiocy. If you wish to have a fight, go back to Tartaglia. I'm sure he'll love to settle the thing in his way. "

A clear way to just tell them to leave the two of you alone, and they were smart enough to just understand. Everybody knew how deep your relationship was with Signora, and right now, she was the only one to take you back from your state. A small gesture from Dottore, an excuse from Scaramouche and both of them were finally out of the way. The woman didn't lost anymore seconds, immediately lowering to your face.

"I know this wasn't a good idea." she whispered, holding your face, raising it, and carefully stroking your cheeks with her thumbs. "It was still too early."

She sighed. Your broken expression was a painful thing to see. However, Dottore stated the truth: the Tsaritsa required an explanation for your change of heart, and in your current state you weren't of any help.

" He's right... why did you change your mind? ...Why didn't they take away their children? "

You opened your mouth, but no sound came out of it. You wanted to respond, but you didn't know how to say it, not in a way that you could look less miserable or less pathetic. You were weak. No matter what you wanted and how you tried to act, you were still too weak for everything. But with Signora, at least with her you wanted to be sincere...

"...I....I couldn't....Rosalyne i....i wasn't..." you felt your lungs sqeeze again, each breath more difficult than the one before. "Shhh, sh, sh, sh... Breathe, like I teach you..."

You close your eyes. One breath, everything is fine. Two breath, you are safe because the habinger are present. Three breaths, Rosalyne is there, no harm is coming to you. You're on a ship. You're coming back to Snezhnayan. Everything is fine. You open your eyes again, only to meet the calm ones of Signora.

"Better?" You made a small gesture with your head, another deep breath.

"...I couldn't do it...not to those children...i want the Knights and the adults to pay, not them! ...I... I'm sorry."

She softened her gaze. No, they should be the ones to apologize. They were supposed to dissuade you, to convince you otherwise. Her hands gently stroked your face. You didn't notice a series of tears flowing from your eyes, falling heavily on your dress.

" My poor precious one... You have nothing to apologize for. Your heart is far too pure for such atrocities. Worry not, my darling; I'll take care of this from now on. "

And so, a gentle kiss on your forehead sealed off her promise. She promised herself that for you, she was ready to strike a match and bring hell to the world, if that was necessary to ensure your happiness.

#genshin impact #genshin sagau #genshin signora #genshin dottore #genshin capitano #scaramouche #creator! feral mom

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neontokyoo · 11 months

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The Russian Family

Pairing: Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs Genre: Fluff, Adventure (sort of) Summary: You and Fyodor decided to take your daughter for a walk. Warnings: None

As you sit at your desk, surrounded by stacks of papers and a cup of lukewarm coffee, you can't help but smile as you watch your daughter, Anya, playing nearby. She has inherited Fyodor's piercing blue eyes and your unruly hair, making her a beautiful mix of both of you.

Anya, at the tender age of six, already exhibits a keen intellect and a curiosity that rivals your own. She often sits quietly, observing the world around her, much like her father. Today is no different as she sits on the floor, engrossed in a book. You can't help but wonder what thoughts are racing through her mind.

You push aside the paperwork, realizing that spending time with your family is far more important than any bureaucratic task. You lean back in your chair and call out to Anya, "Hey, sweetheart, would you like to go for a walk with me?"

Anya looks up, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She quickly closes her book, eager to embark on an adventure with her parents. "Yes, please!" she exclaims, rushing towards you.

You take Anya's hand in yours, feeling the warmth and trust in her grip. Together, the three of you step outside into the bustling streets of Yokohama. The air is crisp, and the sound of people going about their daily lives fills the atmosphere.

As you walk along the city streets, Fyodor's hand entwined with yours and Anya skipping ahead, you can't help but marvel at the beauty that surrounds you. The golden sunlight casts a gentle glow over the architectural wonders of the city, making it feel like you're walking through a painting.

Anya's small voice breaks the silence, her curiosity taking over. "Mom, Dad, can you tell me a story?"

You and Fyodor exchange a knowing smile. Stories have always been a special part of your lives—a way to connect and inspire each other. "Of course, Anya," you reply, "what kind of story would you like to hear today?"

Anya's eyes light up with anticipation. "Tell me a story about an adventure, with pirates and hidden treasure!"

You chuckle softly, realizing that even at her young age, Anya has inherited your love for thrilling tales. You begin weaving a story, describing a group of daring pirates sailing across treacherous seas in search of a hidden island where unimaginable riches lay.

As you narrate, Fyodor chimes in, adding his own poetic touch to the story. His words dance in the air, captivating both you and Anya with their depth and emotion. It's moments like these that remind you of the power of love and imagination—a bond that connects you as a family.

Lost in the magic of the story, you continue walking through the city, your daughter's laughter ringing in your ears. Anya's imagination soars, and she starts to add her own twists to the tale, fueling the adventure even further.

Eventually, as the sun begins to set, you find yourselves back home. Anya yawns, exhaustion evident in her eyes. You tuck her into bed, kissing her forehead gently. As she drifts off to sleep, you and Fyodor exchange a knowing look, grateful for the love and joy that fills your lives.

As you leave Anya's room and head back to your own, you can't help but feel a profound sense of contentment. In this story, your own real-life adventure, the journey of raising Anya alongside Fyodor, continues to unfold with every passing day.

With a grateful heart, you close your eyes, knowing that tomorrow will bring new stories, new adventures, and an abundance of love for your precious family.

#fyodor fluff #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoevsky bsd #fyodor bsd #bsd fyodor #bsd anime #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs wan #bungo stray dogs spoilers #bungo stray dogs manga

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khayrrilrainxwells · 11 months

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Flowers Of Love

HR Wells X Reader

A/N: Greetings, dear reader! I present to you my new fic, filled with passion and creativity. Your support through likes, reblogs, and comments would mean the world to me, and it would inspire me to continue writing. Thank you in advance for your encouragement!

Summary: Losing the love of her life was excruciating for (Y/N). In her grief, she longed for the impossible: a chance to turn back time and cherish their love once more, even if only in her dreams.

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You're sitting in a breathtaking flower field, its vibrant colors complementing the warm hues of the sunset painting the sky. By your side is your beloved boyfriend, HR, whose presence brings you immeasurable joy and contentment. Every date with him, no matter how simple or extravagant, fills your heart with love and excitement. Whether it's a romantic night out, a cozy movie night, or even a quiet breakfast together, as long as you're with HR, you feel an overwhelming sense of love and happiness. From the moment you first met him, you were apprehensive due to past encounters with other versions of Wells, but HR proved to be different—sweet, funny, handsome, and refreshingly down-to-earth. It's his simplicity that captivates you the most, and you consider yourself incredibly fortunate to have him in your life. Being with HR brings you a sense of tranquility that you've never experienced before. He always goes out of his way to ensure your happiness, and the thought of a life without him is unimaginable.

As you gaze at HR, a sweet smile graces your lips, reflecting the deep affection you hold for him. Your attention then drifts to the beautiful flowers that surround you both, their fragrant presence enhancing the romantic ambiance. You find yourselves lying in the grass, your head nestled in the crook of HR's arm, a cozy and intimate position. In his other hand, he holds a delicate red flower, a symbol of love and passion.

"Isn't it peaceful?" you ask, your voice filled with awe as you take in the serene atmosphere.

HR's eyes light up, and he twirls the red flower between his fingers before tenderly placing it behind your ear. As you breathe in the fresh scent of the flower, you shift your position to sit beside him, your eyes never leaving his face. The breathtaking sunset paints the sky in hues of gold and pink, mirroring the beauty you see in HR.

"Do you ever miss it?" you ask, your voice tinged with a hint of sadness, as you twiddle the flower between your fingers, contemplating its delicate petals.

HR gazes at you, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. He moves closer, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, causing your gaze to meet his.

"Miss what?" he asks, his voice tender and playful, a loving smile gracing his lips.

A mixture of emotions washes over you, and a bittersweet smile forms on your face, tears glistening in your eyes. You summon the strength to express the unspoken ache in your heart.

"B-being alive," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper, unable to meet his gaze.

HR's smile softens, and he sits beside you, his touch sending a comforting warmth through your body. He cups your face with gentle hands, causing your eyes to meet once again.

"I think it's time for you to wake up," he says, his voice filled with a tender sincerity. He places a gentle kiss on your cheek, his lips lingering against your skin. "Hopefully, you'll dream about me again."

As his words fade into the ether, HR slowly begins to vanish, leaving you alone in the enchanting flower field. A single tear cascades down your cheek, a testament to the depth of your love and longing. You awaken from the dream, your tear-stained eyes blinking open. Your hands tremble slightly as you wipe away the lingering tears, searching for solace.

Your gaze falls upon a framed photograph on the nearby table, holding a red, dried flower—a precious memento left behind by HR. With a bittersweet smile, you cradle the frame in your hands, pulling it close to your heart. It's a symbol of your enduring love and the cherished memories you shared. Though HR sacrificed himself, leaving a void in your life, you vow to keep his memory alive within your heart.

"Don't you worry, my love. I'm going to dream about you again," you whisper, your voice filled with determination and devotion. Placing the frame back on the table, you take a deep breath, summoning the strength to face the day ahead. While the ache of HR's absence may never fully dissipate, you're determined to honor his memory and find solace in the love you shared. With each passing day, you strive to carry his spirit within you, embracing the sweet moments you had together, and finding comfort in the dreams that bring you closer to him once more.

#tom cavanagh #the flash cw #the flash #hr wells #harrison wells #reader insert #hr wells x reader #hr wells imagine #theflashfic #the flash imagines #theflash

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