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plutoispurplw · 2 months

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Cardigan PT2

Summary: Spencer is feeling guilty and reader is nervous about the pregnancy.

Couple: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Spencer being a bad boyfriend, mention of miscarriage (not the actual baby), pregnancy nausea.

A/N: appreciate this and plss reblog

note: English is not my first language and I'm accepting requests!

The days passed. The team tried to reach out to you, to talk about what happened but you didn't answer except when Penelope called you.

She was the only one who knew about your pregnancy, she probably would be worried about you and the baby so you decide to answer.

"Hi Y/N, what are you doing?" Her voice sounded animated, it felt warm and made you comfortable to talk, she was the person you could talk to right now.

"Doing laundry at my friend's house, I need to do something to keep my mind clear."

"Dear I know you don't wanna talk about him but have you told him about the baby?" Her voice was empathetic, you know she was worried about your mental health and you hiding your pregnancy from him.

For a moment you felt your eyes start to crystallize, the wound was still new and it hurt. "I couldn't, how could I if he had been acting weird for the past months?"

"You're gonna come back?" She asks you again, her voice sounding more sentimental and nostalgic. You didn't wanna leave her too like Derek had to.

"I still don't know but we're gonna still be friends so don't worry, you can't escape from me." You try to comfort her with your words but you still feel like it doesn't work, you decide to send her a photo of the ultrasound where the baby was a little visible.

When she saw the photo she nearly yelled with enthusiasm. "She or he looks so cute already, I can't wait to buy baby clothes and toys."

"Me too."

Two weeks later you came back to the BAU office, and everyone looked surprised to see you there, you supposed that they already knew about the fight and that you left the apartment but not the reason why.

When Spencer saw you he looked guilty, you could notice small changes in him because, after all, you're the one who has been waking up by his side for almost three years.

The dark bags under his eyes were more noticeable and his expression looked like he hadn't been sleeping well all these days. His hair looks a little more messy. The guilt was eating him alive

Jennifer couldn't look at you when she saw you she walked to another place in the office, you decided to try to be the most civilized you could with them but it was hard.

How could she listen to you talking about Spencer being less affectionate with you and acting more distant while she knew the reason?

The only reason why you haven't yelled at her was because she had been supporting you after you had a miscarriage, she hugged you telling you that she knew how you felt. She comforts you

That's what hurt you the most, that they decided to lie to you in the face, that they acted like nothing was happening and yes, they never had an affair but the feeling was there, the stares, the internal jokes, everything. She loved him after all these years and he maybe loved her too.

You couldn't bear that thought.

You only talked to Spencer when was necessary in the cases, there was always a certain tension in the air when you both talked. The anger maybe or the sadness, maybe a mix of both.

You thought many times about finally telling him about your pregnancy. When you were pregnant the first time and you told him he cried, he was so happy about knowing he was gonna have a child and that he was gonna be a father.

He promises you to never be like his father and always take of both of you. He took care of you like you were a porcelain doll that could break if the air was strong.

When the miscarriage happened he stayed with you in the hospital, holding you while you cried. He was the reason why you got up from the bed even on the worst days.

In another case you were throwing up in the bathroom, the pregnancy nausea was the worst thing you ever had experience and the worst part was trying to hide it from the team.

When you got out of the bathroom Spencer was there and he looked concerned about you. "Are you feeling well? You have been throwing up these last days."

"Yes, I'm just feeling bad because of something I ate." You try to convince him but you can see in his eyes that he didn't believe a word of what you said.

"I wanna talk to you about something, after this case, you wanna go to the apartment to talk? You don't have to come back but I need to talk with you." He sounded nervous, it was the first time he looked you in the eyes after everything.

Surprisingly you decide to go accept. "It would be okay." Maybe you could listen to whatever he says, it wouldn’t hurt, wouldn’t it?

It was time to tell him the truth, for the sake of the baby and your mental health, you live worried about having a miscarriage again. Sometimes you fall asleep after crying for the baby.

After the case ended and everyone was back again in Quantico, you decided to go to Spencer's apartment, your apartment.

When you knock on the door you hear things moving inside and footsteps, after a moment Spencer opens the door. "Hi Y/N" He gave you a small smile, the most precious smile you ever seen.

"Hi, Spencer." You try to make your voice more gentle and you smile at him too. You cover your belly with your bag, just trying to cover your pregnancy for a couple of minutes more.

He moved to the side and let you pass, the apartment looked clean, and you noticed something on the coffee table of the living room, there was a gift bag of your favorite color. When you saw it Spencer took the bag and moved it to the bedroom, maybe it wasn't for you.

You walk towards the couch and sit on it, Spencer sits on the opposite side. The silence was awkward, you were playing with your bracelet waiting for him to talk.

"I'm sorry" When you turned to look at him you found him looking at you, his eyes were filled with affection again, it was like before.

"I'm sorry for being for distant from you, you didn't deserve it, I was an idiot for treating you like that and making you have questions all the time." His voice sounds regretful, his eyes stay on yours. "I'm not gonna ask you to forgive me if you can't, if you want you can stay in the apartment and I move out, you don't have to worry about anything."

You felt tears running down your cheeks, this was the end? If it was you decide to ask him the only question you want an answer "You love Jennifer?"

He stayed quiet and you thought the worst when you tried to get up he stopped you. "No, I don't love her, I was confused about my feelings for her but right now I promise you that I don't love her."

He got closer to you and wiped your treacherous tears from your cheeks, he cupped your face with gentle hands, hands that caressed your skin like it was silk. "I love you, you're the love of my life and If you wanna stay with me I do whatever you want, I can stop being her friend, we can move to another state, whatever you want."

You started to cried harder, you felt his arms involving your body like a warm blanket. Your face was hiding on his chest, pouring your tears on his shirt. You felt at peace right now but deep inside the sadness was still there, haunting you like a ghost.

He then tried to kiss you but you pulled away from him. He look at you confused waiting for you to say something. "I still don't know if I can forgive you Spencer. I'm still very hurt by everything and I feel like if I take a decision right now I would be rushing everything." Your voice was apologetic even if you didn't do anything wrong here, but still you felt guilty.

He gave you a slightly nod, a silent way of telling that it was fine. "It's okay, you don't have to take a decision right now, I will wait." He look regretful, you could see right through him and all you see was him feeling like he didn't deserve your forgiveness, a part of you felt like this too.

All the next week Spencer had been avoiding you and you also notice that he wasn't longer talking with Jennifer, just if it was necessary for the cases. On the weekend you were back in his apartment to take dinner with him that was more like talking and telling him about the baby.

While you were having dinner, you could't keep the secret anymore from him.

"Spencer, I'm pregnant." You whisper to him, he stop moving for a moment after hearing those words falling from your lips, the unbearable pressure on you was gone, it was lifted from your chest letting you breathe freely after a a long time.

When his genius brain started working again he got up from the chair and walked towards you, he pulled you from the chair too, his arms embraced you in a blink, his face hiding on your neck.

You feel how your body was being crushed in the most loving way in the world.

He pulled you from his embrace enough to see your face, he couldn't believe it. "How long have you know about the pregnancy?" His words were serious but you still could feel the happiness from knowing that he was gonna be a father.

"Since almost three months ago, before it happen all of this." His expression become remorseful, the happiness that he had gotten only moments ago was gone again like the waves of the ocean.

He then stopped hugging you and left the room for a moment, and minutes later he was back with the gift from earlier, and he handed it to you like it was fragile. "Open it, it's a gift for you."

When you open it you found a vinyl from your favorite artist and a pearl bush tone cardigan that had sewn stars of a gray tone. You took the cardigan from the bag and tried on your body, it was a little big for your body but you didn't mind.

"You think you can give me second chance?" He whisper against your hair, voice that sounded hopeful for your forgiveness.

You still were conflicted by everything but you know he was your baby's father, you would always be linked to him. A invisible string was tying you to him.

So you said the words that your mind keep telling you to wait more before speaking them. "I give you second chance."

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mykoreanlove · 1 month

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the angst bundle

for when you wanna be in your feels, tissues may be recommended

CHAN - 솔직한 이야기 // an honest talk // construed // 💔 // comparisons

CHANGBIN - we can't date

MINHO - disconnected. // you get what you are 💔 // leave you loving you // for good

HYUNJIN - rotten fruit // the ex-fling // dating ban // DOPAMINE.

FELIX - AVOIDANT // the voice within

HAN - scarred // Marilyn. // sofa sessions

I.N - I may be burnt, but I still carry warmth within, right?

JACKSON - on being real // conversations with love // AM hours. // you're sick

NAMJOON - dying three times over // say you forgive me

SUGA - Tsundere ツンデレ

V - pushpull // for us

JIMIN - city lights

JUNGKOOK - to you, lil kookie

TAEMIN - cheating

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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🌟Ideas Dumping🌟

I always seen hurt/comfort fanfics where the character caused pain (emotionally) to the reader and still get a happy ending just bc the character confessed to the reader, I never understand that. I want to see the reader stands their grounds and be like

“So you think by confessing to me everything will be all happily lovey dovey? You caused me pain and embarrassment and then, you had the nerve to stand in front me and act nothing’s wrong? You don’t deserve my time & affection, if you were truly love me you wouldn’t make me go through all that suffering and humiliation! You’ve already lost me before you had a chance to be with me. You don’t deserve me.”

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moomoog017 · 1 month

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headcanons ᯓᡣ𐭩 darth maul

Darth Maul x Reader

Character: Darth Maul x Reader

Genre: Angst, with potential good ending

Word Count: 344

Warnings: sad :(

A/N: STOP THIS IS SO SAD WHY DID I WRITE THIS.

It’s not Maul’s fault he’s like this. He was destroyed as a child, raised by a monster. He’s always searching for something to destroy even if it means his own demise. He often ponders what he could’ve been. Until you came along, somehow throughout the galaxy’s he found you. He was hesitant and irritated at your entire existence, being a Sith meant not getting attached to anything but your own hatred.

Over a long period of time his thought’s began to shift like tectonic plates beneath a planet. He questioned and reflected but it all led to one conclusion. You were at fault. It was always your fault. He’d scold and yell at you, although he’d never physically harm you he was a psychological bully. He hadn’t thought of why until you expressed how you really felt. He wasn’t teaching you discipline, he taught you pain and fear. He didn’t want that…he was scared of becoming someone else. He’d only known pain and fear, he was terrified of the feelings he felt about you.

He’d try to change but he was always the same. As much discipline he’d had, he could never overcome himself. Maul couldn’t hold it back, it ate him within. That one day he’d ruined everything.

“I love you Y/n,” It had taken all that was within him to say it, to articulate it into words and he did it for you. But you didn’t feel the same.

“Maul, I can’t. It would never work, you’re just…” Words had failed to describe how you felt, all of you wanted so bad to reciprocate his feelings. He had hurt you and you knew he couldn’t change. It was too late.

Both hearts broke, no one was satisfied. It was a tragedy for both parties. Maul’s hatred consumed him, looking to the mirror you were right. But in the deepest part of him, he still wanted to try for you. You were lost, your decision only hurt you, making you regret your words but maybe in another life, another time, it could’ve worked.

#moos.headcannons ໒꒱·̩͙#moomoog017 #star wars #darth maul #star wars fanfiction #headcanon #star wars headcanons #star wars thoughts #darth maul x reader #star wars angst #im cryin #fanfic angst

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g0thnico · 4 months

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I realized that I accept everything that has Percy angst

At the moment my greatest desire is to write Percy with depersonalization just to see him breaking a mirror of anguish by looking at himself and not recognizing who the other side is

Don't get me wrong I love Percy dearly

#rick riordan #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #angst #percy angst #fanfic angst

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chirp-a-chirp · 6 months

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Enough

Fandom/Consort: Court of Darkness, Roy Invidia

Description: What is the driving force behind Roy’s need for princely perfection? All is not as it seems in this fairytale kingdom of roses.

Story takes place shortly before the S:Rank princes arrive at the Academy of Concordia (ie, a decade before the game’s prologue).

Tags: Angst, Feels, Family Drama, Insecurities

Word count: ~550

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Good boy; good brother; good prince. I have heard these accolades countless times.

Today, I discovered they are worthless.

While walking in the palace, I heard raised voices coming from the throne room. Father is rarely cross, especially in any royal capacity. Curiosity got the better of me as I listened behind a crack in a nearby door.

“Do you have a plan?”

“My children are not pawns, Lord Tywin.” Father sat on the throne, his voice shaking with barely repressed rage. He took a breath before speaking in more composed tones. “They know their duty and do it well. Sherry is the people’s princess. Roy’s ancient magic is the greatest in Invidia’s history. He will lead our people to a prosperous future.”

“It is not enough!” Lord Tywin’s voice rose in pitch. “Prince Guy has magical prowess not seen since Vane. Prince Toa is close behind. Avari or Qelsum will crush our kingdom if given the chance.”

“Roy is to attend the Academy of Concordia soon. He’ll make allies with them. It’s a gift of his.”

“Avari and Qelsum value strength, not pretty words,” Lord Tywin sneered. “Prince Guy and Toa are hardened with wills of steel. Prince Roy must stand toe to toe with them, be like them, if we are to survive.”

“That is not the Invidian way. Nor Roy’s.” Father’s voice was low, rumbling with anger. His inflection then shifted, to one that was nearly pleading. “He is as tenacious as the other princes. Just in a different manner. I…will not ask him to be something he is not.” Father starred at Lord Tywin, hoping his words could make him see reason. “My son is a good man. That is enough.”

“Enough?” A bark of laughter echoed in the room. “You condemn Invidia to a future of submission and slaughter then,” spat Lord Tywin. “Unless—“

“I will hear your toxic words no more.” Father got up from the throne and began leaving. But Lord Tywin went on.

“Unless Princess Sherry were to marry.” Father stopped, his eyes flashing. “Many of the other lords agree with me. After all, there are multiple Avari princes to secure an alliance.”

“Sherry is not fully grown. Far too young for this conversation.” Father’s eyes narrowed. “I would have her follow her heart.”

“Why else have a daughter?” Lord Tywin scoffed. “Besides, you merely need to arrange a betrothal. They can consummate at a later date.”

“Enough!” Father strode quickly to the other man so that his face was inches from Lord Tywin’s. “I will not—“

“Your son or your daughter. One must make a sacrifice.”

I left my hiding spot, not wanting or needing to hear more.

Lord Tywin was right about some things. Father would not ask me to change. He is too kind to do so. That kindness is why Invidia and our people have prospered thus far.

But sacrifices must be made to ensure that prosperity continues.

I love Sherry’s smile. She is a blossom in full bloom. I will not be the cause of it wilting. If anyone should sacrifice or change, it should be me.

Good is not enough. That much is clear. Nothing less than perfection will suffice. I must be strong—To protect Sherry, father, Invidia.

To protect them all.

#court of darkness #voltage games #roy invidia #sherry invidia #guy avari #toa qelsum #otome fanfic #fanfic angst #angst #angst and feels

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urfavslav · 1 year

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"This is it.." you trail off, taking in the whole entirety of the scene. "any last words, love ?" you ask them solemnly. you're standing on the roof of a building in the city, hand in hand with them, ready to end it all. you've had your ups and downs, well, more downs but you're fed up and so are they. ready to end it with you, the last thing they see will be tears streaking down your face. while you show them your best smile enveloping them in your arms, feeling their warmth once last time as you both jump. happiness was never destined for you, huh, angel ?

— hanma shuji, bonten!manjirou sano, kazutora hanemiya, bonten!sanzu akashi (+ whoever u want <3)

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #hanma x reader #mikey x reader #manjiro x reader #sanzu x reader #tr angst #fanfic angst #bnha angst #creative writing angst #urfavslav stories !

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milkywaywrites · 5 months

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒗𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.

.ೃ࿐ 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙴𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚏!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

.ೃ࿐ 𝚃𝚠: 𝙼𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑

.ೃ࿐ 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟻𝟼0

You walked out of the changing room in an ivory-colored ball gown. You walk into a big hall, and a tall, handsome young man is waiting for you. Your lover, Eichi Tenshouin.

He smiled, waiting for you to take his hand. There is only music playing from a Graphophone in the hall. You take his hand and he pulls your body closer to him.

"You're so cute today dear." He whispered to your ears. You smiled and caressed his cheek with one of your hands.

"You are also very handsome today."

Despite today being your last day Eichi.

Both of your body moves with the rhythm of the music. You leaned your head on his shoulder as you both danced. This will be his last wish that you can fulfill.

Maybe this is not his real wish, because his wish is dancing with you among the flowers after both of you vowed to each other, that you'll always be by each other side for a lifetime.

Fate cannot be changed, you can't trust the doctor's words completely, but looking at his state maybe what the doctor said was true.

"Cough-cough. Sorry, dear." Your eyes immediately look at Eichi's face, getting paler and paler in any second that has passed. His movement also getting weaker and weaker. Was his time nearing?

"Want to rest first? we still have all the time in the world to dance." You hoped. He shook his head and continued his movement slowly but surely.

"This is rest for me, close to your body like this and just flown away by the rhythm of the music. Only you and me." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

If only the time could stop. If only you can spend more time with him. If only you can take better care of him. If only...

He stopped and clenched his chest. Your eyes widen. "Eichi!" You wrap your hand around his hand, which clenches tightly to his chest. As you want to shout and call everyone outside this room, he hugs you and whispers.

"Shhh, I'm fine dear, I'm fine." His soft voice sounded so worried. Worried about leaving you alone, knowing how clumsy and stupid you're in some situation.

Tears flowed down from your eyes. You hugged him tighter and whispered

"I'll be fine, you can go. After this, you'll not suffer anymore. You can fly freely." He smiled at your sentences. he slowly fell, but you kept your hand around him. His eyes slowly closed, and his hand cupped your cheek and caressed it softly.

"Dear, thank you. Remember.. that I will always be looking after you and love you." He closes his eyes, and his hand that was on your cheek slowly falls.

"I love you too Eichi" You hold your sobs until you can't feel his heartbeat anymore. His face is now more calm. You start to sob on his chest, you never regret loving him even if you knew that in the end, it'll be like this.

You'll always be the one in my heart, and no one ever replace you Eichi, no one ever will. Fly away my angel, free from the pain in the world. You deserve it.

I hope this last dance was enough to make you happy before you go.

Thank you for reading! Sorry for any mistakes that I've made

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fortheloveofarchons · 1 month

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Aether is scarred from lightning and thunder

Inspired by @heysoanime on Instagram, go check them out!!!

C.W.

- Angst - Aether angst and needs therapy - Xiao wanting revenge - dark Inazuma angst - Raiden Shogun and Teppei mentioned - Zhongli appearance - Zhongli/Childe mentioned

In the dimness of the bedroom outside of Liyue, shadows dance on the walls as lightning streaks across the night sky, casting fleeting glimpses of terror on the face of the golden-haired traveller lying in bed. While his floaty companion was able to sleep through with ease, his body was tense with each flash, a knot of anxiety tightening in his chest as the storm outside rages on.

The thunder, like the roar of an angry illuminated beast, reverates through the room, shaking the very foundations of his being. With each deafening crash, his heart pounds in his ears, drowning out the soothing rhythm of rain tapping against the windowpane.

The traveller pulls the covers up to his chin, seeking refuge from the tempest raging beyond the safety of his walls. But no amount of bedding could shield him from the relentless assault of nature's fury.

With every flash of lightning, static flashbacks appear in front of Aether, even if he wishes to not remember them again.

BANG!!!

He remembered how the life in their eyes dissipated, like empty windows in an abandoned village. Those whose Visions were stolen away were almost like a husk of their former self, a fragile hermit shell that can easily be destroyed.

SNAP!!!

The sound of lightning calls to mind about the time when the God of Eternity, whose hair glows in luminescent violet. The moment she summons her Musou No Hitotachi, her lightning sword emerges from her chest, revealing the core of her power. In a quick flash, he remembered his body suffering from the stinging, burning pain from her lightning strikes.

CRACKLE!!!

The memory of the resistance soldiers’ bodies slowly decaying like old corpses, while the delusions drain out their lifeforce would be a moment that cements his hatred for the nation of electro.

His breath came in shallow gasps, his body trembling with each rumble of thunder and lightning that rolls through the darkness. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the flashes of lightning that pierced his mind and body like fiery daggers.

Every creak of the room, every gust of wind, sent shivers of dread coursing through Aether’s veins. He felt small and vulnerable, a mere outsider at the mercy of one of the most brutal elements in Teyvat.

“Please… anyone… please stop…”

In the depths of his fear, he longs for the storm to pass, for the tranquillity of sleep to wash away his worries. But the storm seemed endless, a relentless onslaught that refused to relent.

He had no choice.

He had to call someone.

“Xiao…”

“I’m here–” The wispy smoke appears in a quick moment, revealing the yaksha, Adeptus Xiao. His nonchalant gaze immediately widens from seeing Aether covering himself in a blanket.

“Aether?” Xiao removes the blanket, seeing Aether in such a dishevelled and exhausted look: His long blonde braid messy, his eyes sunken with heavy bags, and his hands trying to compose themselves by clenching onto the blanket.

“Aether, hey…” Xiao immediately tends to Aether, brushing the short strands of his blonde hair out of his face and fanning his sweat away. “What happened? Who did this to you?”

Aether quickly shakes his head, pressing his left cheek onto the pillow. “It’s nothing, just some bad memories. I just– I must’ve accidentally called you, I guess.”

“ You guess? You people really have such contradictory words.” Xiao scrunches his eyebrows.

“...Just forget that I ever said anything.” Aether whispers his words out shakily. “You have enough carnage to deal with. I’m fine now so please… don’t worry about me.”

Xiao remains silent, his lips growing thin and firm. Looking down on Aether’s blonde braid where it hangs off the side of the bed, Xiao gently holds the tail of the braid and takes off the band, slowly unbraiding his soft, messy hair.

“Aether? Do you get nightmares lately?”

“...Sometimes.”

Xiao continues to unbraid his hair until it reaches to the top, where their eyes meet. Aether’s eyes darted to the side upon seeing Xiao’s golden irises, and Xiao could only let out a sigh. “If you aren’t sleeping well, I can help with that. Those terrible memories you mentioned… is it about Inazuma again?”

Aether’s mouth opens, then closes firmly.

“Xiao, please. Forget about it.” Aether shuts his eyes, breathing shallowly. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologise for something that wasn’t your fault.” Xiao consoles him, placing his hand on Aether’s chest. He gently pats his chest in a soft rhythm, lulling him to sleep.

As Xiao could hear the gentle snore from Aether, he releases his hand and walks out of the room.

“I’m sorry Aether…”

He apologises, his golden irises sharp and bright under the moonlight.

“But I am not so forgiving to those that hurt you.”

He didn’t mention much about Inazuma when he got back to Liyue, but considering that he’s involved with Venti and Rex Lapis, he must’ve… confronted her for the same purpose: Finding his twin sister.

“How could the God of Eternity do this to him…?”

Summoning his Primordial Jade Spear, Xiao charges out of the door, his vision as dark as a tunnel, with hints of red in front of him. Like those battles he had been through during the archon war, as if he was seeing red. The heavy rain drops splashes on his hair and his body, soaking him wet. The air is heavy with the scent of wet earth and freshly fallen rain, mingling with the sharp tang of ozone that lingers in the wake of each lightning strike.

He knew he could be dead the moment he set foot in Inazuma. He knew he would be stricken down by the Raiden Shogun.

Yet, it all didn’t matter to him.

Only the traveller matters to him.

Aether… he does not deserve every bad thing that has happened to him…

“Where are you going, Xiao?” A deep voice calls out to him from behind.

That voice…

#ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #genshin impact #genshin impact fatui #xiao x aether #aether x xiao #aether #genshin aether #xiaother #genshin xiao #xiao #xiaoaether #zhongli #raiden shogun #raiden ei #fanfiction angst #fanfic angst #aether angst #xiao angst

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sarawritestories · 17 days

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#fanfic angst #cassian x reader #acotar #acotar fanfiction #fourth wing fanfic #xaden x reader #rhysand acotar #rhysand x reader #azriel x reader #cassian x reader angst

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novacreati · 1 month

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MCD fanfics i've made so far :3

haiiii so rn i have 3 whole fics that i have written so far regarding mcd and instead of individual posts i decided to just do one big post lmao

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cityzenchick · 2 months

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That moment when ........ Erling is anxiously waiting for you to call him and tell him you are on your way to meet him for a photo shoot at the Etihad ........

...... you are late, and he has already tried calling you numerous times, leaving concerned voicemails asking you to ring him and let him know you're okay ......... but having heard nothing back, he constantly keeps checking his phone to make sure he hasn't missed either a message or a call from you, his girlfriend ......

.......... it's not like you to promise to call and then break that promise .............. and despite reassurances from his team-mates sitting with him at the table that your phone had probably died, he can't help but start to worry that something has happened to you ...........

#that moment when #my silly thoughts #erling haaland imagine #fanfic angst #erling haaland #pics from pinterest

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garfunklefield · 3 months

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Tragic Yaoi

Trigger warnings: Mentions of past suicide attempt Satosugu angst with no happy ending

“Cause when I’m with him I am thinking of you. Thinking of you-”

A groan filled the car and the radio was turned off with a click. Why did everything have to remind Satoru of… No. Don’t think about it. It was better if he didn’t think. It was better if he just numbed his mind with the never-ending highway before him.

This wasn’t even his car, wasn’t even his clothes. He turned his head briefly to the woman beside him. She was blabbing and giggling at him, talking about something he didn’t even care about—some celebrity.

This date wasn’t worth it. This night wasn’t worth it. Nothing was worth it. All Satoru wanted to do was crumble into his bed and sob. But no… it had been two weeks. He needed to get out. The lights across the sky shined in his vision. He couldn’t tell if they were just blurry or if his eyes were watering from his worries.

The cigarette he had been smoking hung from his bottom lip. He didn’t like to smoke. But after everything that happened, he thought he’d give it a try. Just one puff, he said. But now Satoru couldn’t go a day without at least three.

He didn’t know how Shoko could even handle smoking a pack a day. It was toxic. The smoke engulfed the car and he was surprised that girl didn’t seem to care. She was in her own world, right?

He rested his hand on the top of the steering wheel and leaned back. Where was he even going? The GPS was pointing him to go … back to her place. Of course. It was a meaningless dinner with meaningless sex afterward.

“Satoru?” She asked after a moment when everything fell silent, putting her hand on his leg. His eyes snapped to hers and briefly, he saw the humanity in her eyes.

She was a girl who didn’t know about his life and he didn’t know about hers. He’d ghost her and they’d go their separate ways. It was shitty but it was how the world worked.

How could he do that to someone when it was done to him?

“Suguru! Just… Stay. Stay for me. Please… I’ll do anything to get you to sta-”

“What,” he asked blankly, putting his other hand overtop hers. For a second the girl thought he was going to be sweet, but instead, he led her hand back to her lap and put his on the steering wheel.

“Are you even listening to me? The story was just getting good!” She complained, leaning her head against the window of the passenger side of the car.

A sigh escaped his lips and he used his free hand to take the cigarette from his mouth. He was no better than someone who killed regular people, was he? Using women for their bodies and leaving them as soon as he felt like a person for even half a second. Then he’d repeat the cycle and hope for one godforsaken second he’d be okay.

But Satoru would never be okay, would he? This would continue and continue until he’d have the balls to end it all like he was going to that night.

“I was listening,” he muttered, pressing the cigarette into his open mouth and inhaling the sludge-tasting smoke. It was like pure oil going back into his throat and coating his insides in tar.

“Really? Then what did I say? See! My friend was right. You’re just an ass. You didn’t even pay for the meal, we had to split it. What kind of guy makes a girl pay on a first date?” The woman began, reprimanding him as if he wasn’t the one driving her fancy car because she insisted it would be romantic.

As if he wasn’t Satoru Gojo… the strongest.

Satoru Gojo… The strongest, who couldn’t even get over the fact the love of his life had walked away just like that. And he let him.

He sat there in silence as she kept digging deeper. Hitting every nail in every spot until his coffin was sealed and buried five feet under. Then she kept going. Deeper and deeper. Going at his appearance, his height, his face, the way he wasn’t even interested. She knew what she was getting into and yet she still chose this date. And still chose to yell at him.

“God will you-” Satoru began, swerving the car into the farmost right lane and stopping on the side of the highway. The woman gasped and grabbed onto the side of her car, calling him crazy and insane as he did so, “-Shut up!? You’re fucking… useless!” He yelled, slamming his left hand into the horn. It blared a few times as he continued to hit it.

The strongest can’t get over his best friend.

“You won’t shut up! You won’t fucking shut up! What the hell do you want? A gold fucking star for annoying the hell out of me!?”

She stared at him with hollowed eyes as he kept going. All of his anger, about everything, just came out.

“I hate you! Why the fuck do you shit at me when all I’ve done is be nice to you!? I’m sorry! Okay!? I’m sorry that I don't care about your shitty life because… because… I hate you! Just, leave me alone! I’m sick and I’m tired. I haven’t eaten. I haven’t slept,” his blue eyes bore into her soul as he screamed, “in three fucking weeks! I see him everywhere I fucking turn! You think this is easy? Being the strongest? You think this is easy? Being the one who has to deal with all this shit!? You think… you think it’s easy being the one who has to watch as everyone around me dies and I’m left sitting next to some slut who doesn’t wanna pay for fucking dinner!?”

For a moment, instead of that woman, he was transported. It was a busy street and he could see his best friend's face. It was devoid of color and emotion. He was so close yet so far. One move and he would shatter the beautiful glass sculpture in front of him and there would be nothing left. Nothing left of the remnants of his happiness. He was completely and utterly alone.

The strongest was alone.

“Why… why did he have to leave… what did I do? What the-” he hit the horn again, ‘-fuck did I do to deserve this shit!? What the fuck did I do to have to watch him leave!? Every day, I see him in my room and I reach out, and he fucking leaves…” Satoru’s voice cracked.

The world around him was getting blurry. Was it from the fact his cigarette was blaring smoke in his eyes or the fact he was crying? Was it from the fact that the lights along the highway were bright or the fact he was sobbing?

“Satoru…” The girl whispered, shattering his vision of Suguru and bringing him back to reality. This wasn’t about her, was it? It was never about her. And she knew it. His anger, his screaming, and his crying.

The mourning of a relationship wouldn’t ever be an easy one and she could tell. Even being a dick herself she had basic empathy. A hand rested on his shoulder, trailing to his back to rub a small circle on it.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry…” She cooed as he gasped, resting his head down against the steering wheel.

“I… I want to die. Why the fuck can’t he come back?” He cried. Satoru’s circular sunglasses broke from his face and fell into his lap. His body shook as another loud sob escaped him.

Mourning a relationship hurt as much as it did to be sad. In the cavern known as his chest, he felt a pounding and squeezing feeling. It was sadness. He was dying from a broken heart. He gasped and coughed, choking out another strangled cry. The tears stung against his under eyes and he truly thought this was the end.

It hurt more than that day. Because that day was replaying, over, and over, and over, and over again in his head. He could see Suguru walking. He could see how hurt he was to leave and he saw himself do nothing.

Why didn’t he do anything!? Why didn’t he move!? Why couldn’t he move!? Why the hell didn’t he move!?

There isn’t a happy ending to this. Not in this lifetime. In this universe, Satoru Gojo was destined to watch his life fall apart every time he closed his eyes.

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averysexyleon · 7 months

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in which wintersberg goodbye - i crey 4ever

(MAJOR spoilers for my fic ahead)

If that time comes for me, I need you to let me go in peace.

Ethan smiled when he recalled the words-smiled at the brunette, but it was a fake smile, in which tears slipped out of his squinting eyes and his lips were trembling so badly he could barely talk.

“I don’t feel very peaceful,” he choked out, in a distraught tone, and waited for the brunette to tell him not to worry. To wink, or to reassure him that he would be right out. To banter. To laugh at Ethan’s bad joke. Instead, Heisenberg’s chin tilted up and in a serious tone he answered, “I do.”

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Instantly, he was transferred back to their rainy night in the car. How his gaze traveled to and fro between Karl’s deep forest green eyes. How spellbound he was by the mysterious stranger. “You really do like when I laugh?”

“I do.”

“Sounds like you’re practicing vows.”

"Maybe I am."

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“S-sounds like you’re…” Ethan’s voice faltered.

Heisenberg finished the sentence as his hammer began to ring so loudly it nearly drowned out his voice. “Maybe I am.”

“I love you.”

#wintersberg #karl heisenberg #ethan winters #resident evil village #angst #fanfic angst #delicious

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chirp-a-chirp · 6 months

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Leon Dompteur • Rating: PG • Tags: Angst/hurt first story half and sweet fluff second story half; Domestic/Family Life; children/parenthood • ~1250 word count • Triggers: Mentions of traumatic and abusive past • Leon Route spoilers

For @randonauticrap Cosytober2023 event

Title: Bare

Prompt: #5 The World Ender, Lord Huron

Lyrics: I had a name but they took it from me; I was the man that I wanted to be

Description: Nightmares can plague even the noblest of beasts. Comfort comes in small packages (and in lion cub form).

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THUD

A young boy in a threadbare tunic scrambled down the hillside. With a grimace, the boy noticed the quarry rock that had tumbled into a shallow mud pit now had several visible cracks. His eyes darted back and forth to see if anyone had seen or heard the rock fall.

Leon watched the boy from atop the hillside. Leon blinked as he recognized he was in a dream. The dream echoed dreary, painful memories of his time in the quarries. Leon felt the familiar pang of sympathy, his heart aching at how accustomed the boy was to this life.

But this dream was different. Normally, his dreams were lonely and eerily quiet, the silence occasionally punctuated with grunts and groans of the boy rolling rocks on the ground. The dream would end as the boy murmured for someone to hear or help him. The help, of course, never arrived. In this dream, however, there was a fierce autumn wind, one that caused goosebumps to appear on the boy’s skin. Additionally, the boy’s furtive movements indicated a visceral fear of being watched by something—or someone.

“YOU!” A muscle laden figure, partially obscured in shadow, appeared out of nowhere. The boy’s shoulders jolted at the sound. The figure was close enough so that spit from the force of his words landed on the boy’s face. “Explain this!” A finger jabbed violently towards the cracked rock in the mud pit.

“I-I’ll get another rock. A bigger one!” The boy tried to quell the anger in the figure’s voice. A shadowy hand grasped a handle of a whip.

Leon tried to talk, to tell the boy help was coming, finally coming, but his lips couldn’t form the words. He attempted running, but found his legs stiff and unable to move.

“Stop this!” Leon’s head jerked at the voice. The boy was no longer present—he was replaced by Leon’s beloved Emma. Emma’s dress was in tatters, her skin scrapped and scarred, her neck heavy with a slave’s manacle. Her eyes blazed with anger.

“Someone must pay. Might as well be you.” The figure lifted his hand and the whip towards the sky. Leon desperately attempted to move to no avail.

“You won’t hurt him.” Emma was now accompanied by another, a girl of seven years. The girl’s golden eyes stared intensely at the shadow. “Mama and I won’t let you.” Even in slave clothes and caked in mud, the girl faced the shadow with the bravery of a lion. The figure laughed mockingly, raising the whip higher.

Leon’s feet suddenly became free. The force of his previously restricted movements caused Leon to lurch and tumble down the hillside. His vision began to grow dark. The last image he saw was the whip crashing down, Emma shielding the girl’s body with her own. Leon’s lips parted, unleashing a feral scream.

“NO!”

CRACK! BOOM!

A rare autumn thunderstorm raged outside the Castle. Leon woke to a loud thunderclap and discovered he was sprawled on the floor of his bedroom, having fallen from his bed. His chest moved quickly up and down, his breathing sharp. Leon groaned as he rubbed his ribs from the force of the fall.

“Daddy?” A small head partially covered by a blanket peered at him from the side of the bed. Amber eyes blinked from underneath a nest of unruly dark tresses that framed round pale cheeks.

Leon tugged his hair as he re-oriented himself to his surroundings. Bedroom—he was in his bedroom in the Castle. The only rocks nearby were pebbles in a potted rose plant by the window. His daughter was in his bed due to her fear of thunderstorms.

Leon put a finger to his lips, even as he tried to calm himself. “Shhh little cub. Mama is sleeping.” He sighed quietly. “I hope.”

The girl nodded. “She’s a heavy sleeper. Growing babies sure seems tiring.”

Making them sure is wonderful though. Leon resisted saying the quip out loud. “It is.”

“Are you OK?”

Leon withheld another sigh. “I’m fine Julia—”

“You’re a bad liar Daddy. Worse than Uncle Yves.” Julia took the blanket off her head. “You dreamed again didn’t you?”

Leon gaped in astonishment. Julia’s gaze pierced his heart, finding the truth hidden in it. “How did you know?”

“Mama told me about them. Said it’s why you’re late to breakfast sometimes.”

Julia’s words shook him. His cub may have inherited his looks, but she was mostly a replica of her mother. She was not one to leave a wounded soul bruised and alone. Julia smiled gently.

“Mama and I are here. Safe.” Leon’s eyes widened. “Nothing else would have you looking so scared.”

“I guess I have no secrets from you.” Leon shook his head ruefully.

Julia sensed her dad’s mess of emotions. So, with a playful smile she held out her hand.

“Take my hand Daddy. Your night’s gonna change forever!”

“Hey, that’s MY line.”

“Nope, it’s a Dompteur line. We all can say it.” Julia grinned wider as she grasped her father’s hand.

Leon grinned back and got up, climbing back into bed. His grin faded as he saw red marks and a purplish bruise on Julia’s wrist. The last image from his dream of the whip crashing down on Emma and Julia flashed in his mind. Julia squeezed his hand.

“I fell from a tree and a few of the branches got me. I was looking for the leopard’s traps, remember?”

“Ahhh, I remember now.” Leon laid on his side, covering himself and Julia with a blanket. “Did you find them all?”

“Most of them. Uncle Yves found the last one though. Uncle Jin hand to fish him out of the pit.”

“Haha, I’m sure Uncle Yves appreciated you scouting out the others.”

BOOM!

Julia flinched at the thunderclap and buried her head in her father’s chest. Leon rubbed soothing circles on her upper back and smiled wryly to himself. For all her wisdom, she was still just a kid.

“Hey, look at me Julia. How do we deal with our fears?”

“We face them. Head on.”

“That’s right.” He booped Julia lightly on the nose. “And how does OUR family do that?”

“Oh yeah!” Julia’s eyes lit up. “Can we do it on three?”

“Sure sweetie.”

“Ok, on three. One…two…three…”

“Roar!” Leon emanated a growling roar. Fierce, but quiet. He looked tenderly at his daughter.

“Roar!” Julia growled back. Leon wrapped his arms around her.

“Grrrrr…” Emma groaned sleepily, rolling closer to the pair.

“Guess Mama wanted to join too.”

Leon chuckled and reached out a hand to cradle Emma’s cheek. “She’s still asleep.” His hand moved softly towards Emma’s swollen belly. He felt a few kicks against his palm. “This little one definitely isn’t though.”

Leon gazed at Emma and Julia, his heart squeezing. Even after all these years, there was an element of Leon that anticipated judgment; there was a price to be paid, a punishment to be extracted for taking on the mantle of the fourth prince. Some part of him expected his title, his rank, his very name to be stripped from him like leaves from swaying branches in the autumn breeze.

But this—his daughter, his wife, the title of father and husband—they could never be taken away from him. His family left him vulnerable, his emotions bare. And he would have it no other way.

Julia yawned and curled up against her father, snuggling. She murmured before falling asleep, “the pride stays together Daddy.”

Leon ruffled her hair and whispered back.

“Yes, the pride stays together. Always.”

#ikemen prince #ikemen prince leon #leon dompteur #cozytober 2023 #angst and feels #otome fanfic #otome #ikemen cybird #fanfic fluff #fanfic angst

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