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redeyerhaenyra · 9 months

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Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

Summary: It's been a month since you've broken up with the moon knight system, and you start to notice someone.. watching you

Warnings: Stalking, breaking and entering, kidnapping, yandere themes, angst, no beta we die like harrow

Notes: So after all the positive responses on this post I just had to create in headcanon form- for those who want to listen to the song that inspired this fic, here :)

Breaking up with the moon boys was the hardest thing you'd ever had to do, but it did need to be done.

With the near constant dissappearing to do Khonshu's bidding, sometimes for weeks on end, with only a note or a text to tell you where they were and then radio silence, it was just too much for you. Your heart couldn't take waiting for them, worrying that they would never return, even if Khonshu was protecting them.

And so, you had begun the process of moving out during the time they were away on a mission.

Marc had come home to find your clothes, trinkets, anything that would indicate your presence gone.

You were there though.

Normally you'd be so happy to see him again, running up to him and kissing him with all your might.

Today, instead, you sadly smiled at him.

"Baby, what's up?" Marc had asked, gently holding your forearms after you had rejected his hug. He could tell you were upset.

"Baby?" "I'm leaving, Marc. I'm sorry."

He had stared at you, dumbfounded. You swallowed down your tears- "I can't do this anymore." You didn't have to explain, you knew what he meant.

You waited anxiously for his response, instead spying his eyes roll back into his head, and now you were faced with Steven and oh god, his eyes, they were already tearing up.

Coward, you thought of Marc, which was admittedly a little harsh but breaking up with them would be so much harder facing Steven's sorrowful gaze.

Steven looked terrified, moving to cup your face in his hands and you had to physically move back to stop him.

"D-darlin', please, what'cha talkin' about?" "I'm sorry steven-" "Please don't leave us love, please, 'can't do it without you please-"

"Stop it." You'd said firmly, Steven sobbed. You couldn't help but take his hands in yours, ever wanting to comfort him.

"Steven.. I will always love you," "Then why'd you have to leave!?" "Because I can't do this anymore!!"

You were both crying now. "I-i can't take waiting for you to never come home to me anymore, Steven, I can't do it."

Steven's gazed was fixed on the ground, his tears dripping onto the floorboards. You gave his hands one final squeeze, before pulling away.

"I will always love you, all of you, but my heart cannot take it anymore.. goodbye."

The strength with which it took to pull yourself away from Steven should have won you a medal, and you couldn't stop yourself from crying even more as you left him.

That was a month ago- with the help of a few friends you'd found yourself a decently priced flat for rent on the other side of London. Far enough away, you hoped.

It wasn't far enough. Jake had found out where you lived within days of you leaving. He knew it was wrong, but the part of him that didn't care grew and grew into something monstrous. At this stage the other boys weren't saying anything to disapprove of his actions, and so he continued to watch you.

He'd drive circles around your block to relearn your new routine, and you hadn't yet realised it was his cab you kept seeing.

The one person you actually hadn't said goodbye to was Jake- he hadn't fronted when you'd left, and you would always wonder if he was there, just choosing not to show himself. But if he wasn't? He'd have woken up to the discovery that you weren't together anymore and you'd always feel guilty for that.

But... you tried to move on with your life, as best you could.

It felt wrong to start dating again, but your friends had urged you to, even if it was a one night thing.

The guy you'd matched with on bumble was nice enough, smart, good looking- he wasn't them though. While he was polite and friendly during your dinner date, he wasn't your boys.

He'd walked you home, and you'd set up a second date. All things considered it was successful- but you just felt.. wrong about the whole thing. Like you were cheating, even though you weren't.

You'd guessed it wasn't all that successful, as he'd ghosted you a day or so after your date.

It was a week or so later that you'd seen the news report of his body having turned up in the Thames. God how awful! He hadn't ghosted you- the poor guy had been murdered.

Jake had really earned a bollocking off of Steven and Marc for that one, but he knew they were relieved you wouldn't be seeing that man again.

You'd decided to halt the dating game after that, for a while at least.

You were lonely though, there was no denying. Having no one to cuddle up to in bed sucked.

And so.. the logical conclusion was a pet, no?

Eventually, you found a young, ginger tomcat named "Franklin" in a nearby animal shelter and you just fell in love, you brought him home the same day.

He was great, not exactly filling the whole in your heart left by three men but you certainly adored him, and who wouldn't say no to curling up in bed with a cat every evening? Certainly not you.

One day, you'd left work for your lunch break only for the horrifying realisation to hit you: You'd forgot to feed Franklin that morning! You rushed home as fast you could- only to discover that, you had fed him, even when you were sure you hadn't.

And yet there he was, munching on his bowl of kibble.

Something squeaked under your foot- you looked down- oh, it was one of Franklin's toys. You threw it across the room for him to play with but- hang on... you didn't remember buying him that toy.

You shook your head free of thoughts that you were going mad- everyone forgets things, even buying specific cat toys. Or maybe one of your friends had left it when they'd been over- it didn't matter.

You moved to leave your flat and return to work- only to find your door lock jammed.

The locksmith you'd hurriedly called in was able to fix it in a jiffy, though advised that the jam was probably due to a break in, and that you should change your locks.

A chill ran down your spine- you checked and double checked, nothing of value had been stolen, but someone had been in your home! Is that who had fed Franklin? Who'd left him the toy?

You changed the locks, and threw out the strange toy.

Jake couldn't stop watching you. It was becoming more and more of a problem.

He was ignoring Khonshu and actively pushing Marc and Steven out when they tried to front, knowing they'd put and end to his antics.

But none of them could deny that they wanted, needed you back. Jake just considered himself the only one with the balls to get you back.

There was no warmth in his life now that you weren't there. Steven's flat no longer felt like home without your t-shirts in the laundry, or the brand of coffee you love but Marc hates in the cupboards.

He knew he ought to leave his little girl alone, but the fact remained you were his little girl. Jake would stop at nothing to have his bebita back.

Now it was two months since you'd broken up with the system. Life wasn't perfect, but you were chugging along.

You turned the lights on in your flat, yawning. Work was tough today, but it was Friday, and you had some left over popcorn in the cupboard. Film night~!

"Franklin? Baby? Mummy's home~!" You cooed, knowing that he always came bounding up and purring whenever you came home.

But.. he didn't. Your flat was silent. No distant meowing or the jingle of the bell on his collar. Nothing.

"Franklin?" You stepped further into your flat, worry seeping through you.

"Franklin..?!" Your tone became more and more erratic with the realisation that Franklin wasn't home- and then someone had covered your eyes with their hand, and pressed a strange scented cloth to your mouth. You kicked and screamed and struggled but it was no use- the chloroform had knocked you out in seconds.

Jake held you tenderly to his chest as you faded into unconsciousness. Steven had earlier expressed his distaste at this plan, but neither him or Marc said anything now, so close to having you again.

You woke the next day, nauseous and tired. The distant meowing you heard gave you comfort- it had all been a bad dream.

But when you opened your eyes, you were met with the horrifying scene of Steven's flat, not your own. So familiar, in any other situation you would have been glad to be here.

You shifted to sit up, eyes working their way down to notice your ankle tied to the bed with the restraint normally reserved for Steven.

You choked back a sob- a hum ripping your gaze to the other end of the room.

There lay Franklin, enjoying some pets from the man who's lap he laid on.

Jake Lockley stared back at you, you could tell it was him, you could always tell between them.

"Buenos dias, hermosa." His voice was rich like coffee, normally so comforting but now? It sent a shudder down your spine.

"You and I have some things to discuss, sí?"

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manlicker69 · 11 months

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Hmm so could I request light yagami x male reader that acts like dazai?

I'm horrible with plot ideas, but he could be misa's brother?

Oh could it be a fluff & smut? With m!reader being bottom? (If you're comfortable)

-sunny

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./づᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘~~~~♡ * ‧₊˚*♡

yesss omg i haven't really seen much fluff light but I can definitely work with this!! Thanks for the request Sunny :3

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Tags :: Light Yagami x Male Reader, smut, fluff, praise, worship, manlicker69, soft Light, reader has healed and scabbed scars, kissing, soft sex, comfort, anal, gay, reference of Light being a God (yk), oral (reader recieves)

After a long day for both of you, Light wishes to worship you instead of you worshiping him.

You've been working all day, stress decorating your figure. Sitting on Light's bed, when you hear his footsteps approach.

"Light! Oh my pookie wookie bear how i've missed you!"

Cringing at the satire name, Light embraced your body with his.

"My love, how I've missed you all day."

You leave his embrace with a giggle, jumping back onto the bed with recoil.

"Aww, you missed me? How much would you say? As large as a subway 12", or as big as Japan?"

Your intoxicating smile protruded Light's mind, mentally lifting him off of his feet. He walked on clouds to meet your face once again, greeting your lips softly. After a peaceful few seconds, he disconnects from you.

"Bigger than the distance to the moon and back, my love."

He engorged himself into your scent, appreciating the being in his arms. He greeted your lips once more, caressing your curves with curved wrists. Deep into the kiss, Light pushes you more onto the bed for him to roam over you, peppering love into your soul. You pull away to breathe properly, breathlessly staring into his dark orbs.

"I never thought that I'd be making love to a God."

You smirked, knowing your statement would arouse him even further than your body has. Light grew harder against you, but softly grabbed your form closer to kiss you once more.

"This God has noticed your effort, and he will gift you with his praise in return."

While leaving trails of kisses down your neck, he began undressing your top, feeling you up to his heart's content. He kisses your healed and unhealed scars, hoping his love overtakes their sorrow meaning. He continues his trail down your chest and stomach, hands attending his own shirt.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are Y/n... - do you consent to this?"

Focused on his gorgeous face, you slip trying to find your words.

"You have my consent, my love."

Light grips your face as if the world were to fall on him, and pecks a kiss before lowering down to your chest as he undresses your lower half. Your length springs up to the heavens, harsh and cold air hitting it.

"Are you prepared for your gift?"

You nod with a grin on your face, calm yet madly in love with everything about him. He leans forward towards your crotch to take your member in his mouth. His mouth hollow while taking you slowly. Groans and soft moans leave your throat, grasping the sheets you lie on. Light hums along your cock as he fully takes you down his throat, lifting his orbs to view your own.

"Your... your mouth feels amazing around my cock Light, keep... keep going please."

He moves along your length, swallowing both his own saliva and your pre-cum as well as he can. He starts quickening his pace faster, wanting to see your reaction. You start thrusting in his mouth, sweating like an addict for more friction. With your last thrust, you cum in his throat, watching his eyes roll back as he chokes on you. Pulling himself off of you, he grabs your face to kiss you more. You can taste your come in his mouth, arousing you even further.

"Lie down comfortably, please."

You both let go and you readjust you position, lying down on your back, staring at your lover.

"You're such a good boy y/n, such a good boy for me."

He pecks your cheek softly, then aligning himself with your entrance. With a small sigh, he slowly enters you, stirring whines and moans from you once again, He was much bigger than you, but he could still hit all of the right spots.

"Mmm... Y/n, tell me when to move."

You huff and puff around his cock, throbbing and squeezing him while you adjust. Light brushes your face wish his lips, a soft gesture you didn't often see.

"I'm okay now... you can move Light."

The sound of his name lit up in his mind like a light bulb, and started turning his gears to thrust inside of you. Making sure not to break you, he tries to hold back on his strength.

"You're so fucking handsome I - Oh my godd y/n..."

He quickens his thrusts and forms a ryrhem to follow your moans, music to his ears. Your whines performing as an orchestra to his ears. At an attempt to solve his hunger for more of you, he leans down to kiss and bite your neck.

"L-light oh my mmf... I'm gonn-"

Light swallows your words with a kiss, eating them one by one. His pace at high speeds, both his movement and your moans loud and fast. He begins loosing precision in his thrusts as he can feel his orgasm, while you scratch his back for any sense of relief. On the brink of his orgasm, you feel your own make a mess on your chest and his. He makes one final big thrust, continued with little ones, staying on top of your chest.

"You are such a good boy for me y/n , in and out of bed."

Finding your vision after your washed orgasm, you let out a soft laugh to his humor. Before the two do you could continue your short lived conversation, a call spawns in the room. Light and you look around, trying to spot the phone. Light spots it lying on the floor in one of your discarded pant pockets.

“You’re not going to answer that, right?”

Light chuckles, and does everything you didn’t want him to do ; he picked up the phone.

“Helloooo?? Y/n??? Ugh I’ve been texting you!!! Why haven’t you answered me yet??”

The loud high pitched voice of Misa fills the room.

“Sorry, he was busy with something, he’ll get back to you soon.”

He closes the phone as she protests, but fails to stop him.

“Why’d you do that?”

You lie there, still stuffed with Light’s cock.

“It’s fun to annoy your sister.”

Hope you enjoy! I am pretty tired and I am not energized enough to edit or fix any possible issues or just stuff I don't like so sorry >_<

I also kinda forgot abt the misa part so i put it in the end lol 😭😭

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otakuworks · 1 year

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❛ 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑. reborn au

feat. Zhongli x Reincarnated!GN!Reader | PART II | wc. 5.4K

Based on 'See You In My 19th Life' webtoon | overview. This Webtoon follows the story of a woman who somehow can remember all her past lives.

sum. You were running too fast in life, so fast that no one could catch up, not even Morax who left you to fend off with your curse. Just when you thought you'll slip and fall, a certain consultant came behind and caught you.

cw. mentions of extreme emotion breakdown. cttro 双niarss on Twitter for the art below.

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PART I < PART II

THEME SONG; Slump by Stray Kids (English Version)

There are five stages of grief; Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance. All in order.

In your case, it was the other way around. You have long accepted Morax will lay on his deathbed one day, every living thing will eventually cease to exist, mortal and immortal alike

You, out of all people know the in-depth concept of death.

And yet, no amount of tutelage or experience can prepare you for the real thing.

Now you understood what Morax felt when you died.

Your chest feels raw like there's a sudden gash wound that has manifested in your heart. It was painful, too painful that you wouldn't wish it upon anyone, even on your worst enemy.

Scratch that. It's not just pain. It feels something more destructive, demanding and insatiable, crueler than sorrow. Not even death can appease this feeling.

It was agony.

Impale your abdomen with a spear hundred times. Sever your limbs every lifetime. Suffer for all eternity hiding behind Morax and watch him love with someone else over and over again— you'd take them all and say thank you.

You'd be grateful and endure each of them just to trade whatever horrible feeling that's tearing you apart.

Confusion, terror and fright blanketed your mind as you slumped on the floorboards, desperately gasping for breath.

The acrid smell of snarling lightning crackles in the stale midnight air, sharp enough to singe every nerve of your body, rendering you cowering in overwhelming emotions— agony, pain and grief.

Inazuma was bustling with the news of the Geo Archon passing away recently. You could only imagine how Liyue is digesting the cruel twists of events.

The news spreads fast enough for foreign people to sympathize to Liyue citizens, some even offered prayers to the Raiden Shogun, some pay their respects by wishing the late Archon to rest in peace, some never bothered to care.

But none of them mourned in the confinements of their four walls as you did, the Celestia above knows the quiet sobs that wrecked the very core of your existence. The horrors of every shitty lives you went through cannot be compared to this day.

Rex Lapis, who is— was widely known for many names, mostly as the Geo Archon, God of War, God of Contracts, Former Prime Adepti, the Stonebreaker, God of History is now reduced by dust with his people carrying the legacy he has passed on.

To you, all this time, he's still... Morax the petulant child who leans on you for comfort, who politely demands you to sing a lullaby as kids. You're already sold to the idea no one would ever believe you if you told them what embodiment of mischief he was in the ancient times, the exact opposite of the Archon they knew about.

Nostalgia hits you in particular days you can't find traces of the young Morax, but Pride would caress your heart every achievement he succeeds as you watch the people love him.

Similar to a lone planet, you desperately search for a star to orbit around, to give you a source of energy and strength. Once you find one, it'll be difficult to rearrange your position after you have settled down, you're attached until the star loses its amber glow.

And now the star is gone. Gone with the cosmos after a supernova.

Destroying the neighboring planets, including you.

You were the closest in its orbit, you're the one who had to endure the scorching flames morphing you into ashes until you're reduced into cosmos particles for no one to remember.

Morax left you to fend off with your curse and face adversities alone.

Mortals would succumb to these adversities and would choose to sever their connection to the living to escape from everything. You've seen a handful of them and can't ever get enough of it.

If there's anything you long to have other than having Morax beside you is a swift escape.

Every mortal is capable of such thing, you are too, but it's pointless if the pain will cling to you in your next life. It's fruitless to cry when you know every affliction won't be forgotten even if you tried.

Just why?! Why do I have this perpetual curse of reincarnation? I abhor you, Celestia! Not only you cursed me, you even took away Morax from this land!

You shake your head as the anger surge took over your sanity. You thought you can just go live your merry life, unbeknownst how dependent you were to Morax.

Your will to live is solely operated by the fact you have someone you want to protect. But now he's gone? What's the back up plan? Clearly you can't just follow him in his death knowing you can die, but your memories will remain with you.

Was it out of selfishness to protect him to have someone accompany your lonely soul? Because he's the only one who actually remembers the real you?

Rain began to pour from the desolute atmosphere as you heard disembodied voices theorizing Morax's death. The muffled thundering of the storm only growing louder, reminding you of today's unsavory news. How convenient, the sky is sympathizing.

No, make it stop! I don't want fo hear any of it! Morax is dead, that's how nature works. I'm griefing because it hurts, not because I have nothing to live for.

You lived in that illusion for minutes until. . .

*drip* *drip*

. . . the dam broke.

Hot tears streamed down your face, and you squeezed your eyelids shut in the hope the pain would stop, just numbing it would be fine too. Your choppy breathing and watery eyes remained for quite some time, and sat there unmoving.

There's no see you later's anymore, for Morax has left you. Today has marked your first Goodbye to him.

For an indiscernible amount of time, there was only a black void and it could have been as if you didn’t exist and you had never existed.

And then you felt each of your cells that had been ripped apart within seconds be sewed back together just as quickly, and your eyes met nothing but a blinding white light.

Have I reborn again? You're not aware which is which anymore. You lift your numb hand and reality crashed over your head, you haven't died out of grief, yet.

Your mind is in havoc, you don't know what you want, not that you have any choice.

Dying won't help you escape, forgetting is not an option, loving. . . can't heal an open wound.

No words can equate the absolute devastation you feel.

❖ ── ✦ ── 『 6000 YRS AGO 』 ── ✦ ── ❖

This is stupid. Utterly ridiculous!

What kind of mortal would go in the mines in the middle of the night where monsters lurk in the shadows to hunt for preys? Yeah, that's a question he would like for you to answer!

He flies twice the speed he usually exerts, his mind running rampant of all worst possible scenarios.

He doesn't know what compelled you to do such ridiculous act, but all he knows is he has get to you before any monsters do.

Landing unceremoniously, he gulps at the sight before him. He was never a fan of darkness, it never fails to instill fear in him, the fear of the unknown.

The only time he feels comfortable in the night is whenever you're around him. You don't fear the night, and it somehow influenced him in a way that there's nothing that should be afraid of as long as you're with him— as his human shield.

Young Morax finds himself slowly withdrawing, the fear overpowering his will to come and save you.

"Morax? What are you doing out here?" Saved by the gracious voice of yours, young Morax nearly broke his neck with how fast he looked at your direction.

Your face is contorted out of concern for him, he's sweating profusely and his breathing is ragged.

Just seeing you all in one piece with no signs of injuries made hin slumped on the ground, sighing in relief.

You were at his side seconds later, subconsciously caressing his cheeks. Celestia above! He's shaking like a leaf!

"It's alright, let's get you out of here." Your soothing voice appeased his troubled mind as you helped him get back on his feet. He clutches the fabric of your shirt and wordlessly launches himself on you, arms and tiny tail entrapping you in an embrace.

You waste no second reciprocating the gesture, you've known him for months to be comfortable with physical sentiments. Though you can't say the same to him as he would always flinch away when you initiate it, but has no problem when he does it.

And it seems like he needs your comfort to even give a damn.

"Whatever it is, it can't hurt you now okay?"

From that angle, he peered from below you as if confirming the validity of your words, amber eyes looking like someone has kicked an innocent puppy, it's no wonder you have a soft spot for him.

Both of you strayed away from the caves leading to mines, "I-I thought you l-left me." He meekly mumbled, almost incoherent.

That baffles you as he continues, "I overheard f-from your village that m-monsters are increasing in the area and you're probably..."

"Shh... I'm here now, aren't I? I'm sorry you have to hear that, I can assure you I haven't encountered any marauding monsters during my little excursion." You sighed, guilt pooling your conscience.

He sniffled, "So, you're not going to leave me?"

"Can I even go anywhere when you have a sharp sense of smell?"

"I'm a dragon, not a wolf." He whined, though you could still see the glint of dubious in his eyes, "Can I trust your word?"

Words never served him better than actions, you ought to show him you honor your word by affirming it through gestures.

Smiling, you offered your hand to him.

"How about you hold my hand on our way home? Will that help?" He stares at you and literally contemplated before he relented.

It's warm, much similar to your hug, but like a form of hug that has been reduced to a smaller fraction. It's still a paragon of comfort.

Surely enough, it did help his mind to be at ease. If you ever feel like he's cutting off your circulation, he is cutting your circulation by intertwining your fingers as if trying to tangle it so it won't loose.

"I'm sorry, you must think I'm stupid for cowering away just because of some stupid dark cave." He lowered his head in shame.

He's a Dragon who has greater strength than most beings, and yet he lets his fear consume him as if they can hurt him like how—

"Nonsense! Don't ever think like that or I will personally be the reason why you should fear humans." As stern as you sound, your eyes tell a different story.

Young Morax deduced this as concern, which resulted a flustered and heartwarming reaction from the boy. You were worried for him.

It shouldn't be something he's supposed to feel happy about, but your fretful intentions warranted warmth and security in his mind.

"I didn't know how oddly. . . pleasant it is to hold hands." He mused, and you responded with an amused giggle, "Here I thought only couples do this stuff, but it's really reassuring."

"It does, doesn't it? Sometimes the solution to your conflicts is in a form of validation."

Too wise for a kid, he inwardly complained, ". . .Meaning?"

You hold his other hand and stood to face him with a sequined smile, "No matter how minuscule or massive your fears are, you'll still find comfort when someone validates your feelings; to let you know that they care. It may not be the solution in some cases, but it's better than being alone in times of your vulnerability."

You leaned slightly closer, "Can I ask you a favor?" Your gaze pierced right through his soul and he can only nod absently which resulted for you to grin.

"If you see someone, friend and stranger even enemies, looking so vulnerable that they actually might cry. . ." You lifted your intertwined hands with his, ". . .Make them feel significant."

A cold midnight wind whisked past the both of you, your eyes shone brighter than jewels and stars alike as you spoke those words that made a huge impact in his life.

". . .Even if my enemies are about to cry because I'm about to end their miserable lives?"

What a way to ruin the moment.

"You know what I mean, Mora." You deadpan, preparing to let go of his hand, but his grip is much stronger and it only tightens once he feels you're trying to detach.

"I'm afraid you have to elaborate further, Y/N. And please, I only have two syllables in my name. What's so hard in including the X?" In contrast to his words, he quite enjoys hearing his nickname.

"The X is not even a syllable, Mora."

That time, young Morax found peace.

He's always on the hunt for something new, something glimmering, something incredible, something undiscovered and something bedazzling. That's how his childlike brain thinks and he seizes anything outwardly beautiful.

But he never knew how amazing it was to see something— or rather, to see someone's beauty on the inside.

Perhaps that's what draws him to you, because of your voice, patience and understanding. He would never admit it though

To him, you're beautiful inside and out, almost perfect, even your flaws are easy to love.

He can't deny he wasted a few immortal years just mourning your death, you'd probably scold him.

Within those years, he's only reliving the memories and wise words you have with him. He wanted to come out as a better person after your death, take it as an honour of your passing.

You made him for what he is.

If he hadn't met you he'd still be the intolerable, impatient and disrespectful person as he grows up.

He'd still fear the unknown, never having the courage to take risks and accept whatever outcomes.

Everything he does always brings him back to you, his actions always correlates to something that's relevant about you. It had always been you.

He prays the Celestia to let you know you will always be apart of his person. Yes, you died, but every lingering piece of you still remains intact in the deep recesses of his mind.

He has moved on, but you remain the person he loved the most. Not even the sands of time has the capability to change that.

"How disastrous. People can be really simple-minded." Morax rubbed both of his temples once he heard the speculation of him and Guizhong plausible relationship.

"I apologize on their behalf, it never crossed my mind they'll be quick to make assumptions." The fair Goddess bowed in shame.

"You have done nothing wrong to spark such rumors, Guizhong. If anything, it is I who should seek forgiveness for I have tied you down with such unpleasant gossips."

She meekly chuckles, "If we're going to paint ourselves as the culprit then we might as well work together to quell the rumors."

His perfectly lined eyebrows knitted, which didn't go unnoticed by Guizhong, "What seems to be troubling your mind?"

A few seconds ticked by before he let out a whisper that only Barbatos can only hear thanks to his wind. For Guizhong who has keen sense of hearing, "If Y/N was here I'll gear up for another war just to extinguish this spreading rumors." She stifled a laugh.

Oh, she knows alright. She knows you. She knows the person who captivated Morax's heart, it's all about he talks to her in their leisure time and you're not a secret between their comrades.

Most people would find it dull to listen about someone's life unless it held any merit to pass onto the other mouth, she would too. But Morax describes you like a protagonist of a fairy tale, like some mythical being, caught between two worlds, a miracle of existence that racked his existence— which makes you an interesting person

She was so eager to meet you, it was rather unfortunate that you've already passed on uncountable years ago.

"Where are you going?" She inquired as the Geo Archon whisk passed her, "Out to visit an old friend. I won't be returning until tomorrow dawn."

She sighed, a corresponding smile soon follows as she took over his job for the meantime.

Morax walked through the barren areas in Mt. Tianheng, it became part of his leisure activities during the day when his mind needs to detach itself from reality and let himself be swayed by the memories he tucked in the deep recesses of his mind.

Memories of his late comrades who perished in the horrors of war and the most painful but nostalgic one; Y/N.

He ruefully sighed at the thought of you. Even in death, you have full grasp of his heart and shroud his head with your image.

Filtered beams of light accented the spaces between the ancient trees that twisted like spires from the undergrowth. Golden leaves littered the forest floor as Morax appraised the trail of mycelium path, one leading to a particular tree.

His expression remains unchanging, at least that's what he thought, any stranger sees him they'll stop to ponder what made this godly man smile so fondly.

A single maple leaf flow with the breeze, swaying in inconsistent direction until it falls in his gloved hand. The rich color of autumn and texture brings him back in his youthful days.

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"Ah! All I do is reminisce to pass time." He muttered to himself as he let the leaf get carried away by the zither winds once again.

"It certainly has been awhile, Y/N. I was but a petulant child since I've visited you. I now stand here as the Geo Archon." It has been a habit to come back to this specific tree and treats it as his home.

It's a sacred place he's closely attached to, he can perfectly picture his young self failing to spy on you. He grimaced at the memory when he was caught in the act.

"I still have no idea why you let me trail your shadows, you weren't least afraid that I'm a dragon. You told me you're fascinated, but. . . was that the only reason?"

Only the breeze answered for him with nothing, "If you hadn't allowed me to do so I do not know what kind of person I would be as of today." He steps closer and pulled off his hood.

He let the silence hang for minutes, maybe even hours. Just standing there as he appreciates what nature has to offer in the place where his story began with you.

"Are you proud of me? My comrades claimed they were more than proud to stand alongside with me, but I doubt the veracity of their words when I led them to their demise. Is it that prideful to have me as a friend when I bring nothing but misfortune?"

He finally sat down between the roots of the tree, relishing the blissful comfort as the sunlight accentuates his godly features.

"I met a boy who was being manipulated by an evil god who only desires power and selfish gains." He began.

"He was a fierce warrior, strong and capable, the manipulation only fuels him to be at his strongest form. I was thinking of eradicating him, but his eyes already looked so dead. It reminded me of. . ."

He holds his tongue and shuts his eyes as he's in pain, "It would be one of my greatest regrets if I had impaled my spear into him."

"I thought of you that time. Hadn't it been to my promise to you, I wouldn't have gained a new ally. Xiao is his name."

The wind blew stronger, ". . . I forgot you can summon him just by calling out his name." He chuckles to himself.

Green statics cracked into the air and quickly revealed a masked man with his polearm readied for any danger.

"Settle down now. I apologize, your name slipped in my mouth." The young Yaksha visibly looked confused even under the layers of his mask.

"I was narrating a story to my old friend Y/N."

Guizhong couldn't have been more right.

By the end of the day, Xiao now knows every detail there is to know about the person called Y/N. It's what Morax ever talk to him.

"Mr. Zhongli is in a very elated mood ever since you told him Archon knows what, Traveler." Hu Tao, the Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor finds the situation quite absurd to look at, but never impossible. His mood just feels out of place.

Who looks at mournful families with an eccentric smile on their face as they consult them about their loved one's death?

"Why does Paimon feel like you're pointing finger at the traveler?" She puts her tiny hands on tiny her hips like a mother hen.

The Traveler let out a nervous laugh, "I wonder what exactly brought him in such high spirit with my words."

"Ooh... Paimon thinks it's about Y/N. Isn't it obvious by now?" Hu Tao furrowed her eyebrows, "Y/N? You mean the Adventurer?" Both heads snapped at her direction, "You know them?"

She reluctantly shrugged, "Only at acquaintance level. They showed interest in business and I taught them a few things." She smiled at the epilogue of her statement.

"If they ever come back, my hunch tells me you'd find them in Wangshu Inn, they frequented there before." She added before turning her attention to a new customer.

Zhongli, who's been eavesdropping, perked up at the claims. Perhaps he should visit Xiao tonight and totally won't inquire if he ever met you before.

Midnight falls and Zhongli bid his farewell to the traveler before heading towards the Wangshu Inn.

For some unknown reason, Zhongli could sense the foreboding feeling that's nagging his instincts as he gets closer to his desired destination, yet he doesn't stop. What's worse is that he doesn't know if it's for the good or bad.

All of a sudden, a harsh breeze blew past his face as if the winds attempting to convey a message that's only for his intuition to decipher, for him to meander.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw his statue glowing bright blue, but that wasn't what caught his attention. A hand reached out to touch the stone statue.

A mop of [H/C] facing him backward bowed down in respect of the late Rex Lapis, but Zhongli could feel a much more intense feeling.

Something stirs inside him, he remembers this situation— when he watched Y/N with such fascination from above the tree, not knowing what they look like, yet they never fail to express their feelings through threaded words he finds so wondrous to hear.

In contrary to that, the person appears to be. . . forlorn. He stepped closer until he's only less than five meters away from them.

All of a sudden, he feels skittish around the person. It's as if he doesn't want to leave a bad first impression, he's suddenly self-conscious of his looks, and Zhongli never cared about his outer appearance.

Then they spoke, in a solemn voice.

"See you later, Mora. I hope you found your eternal peace."

There are times when you wish you'd forget Morax, some that you don't. But still, in the birth of new beings, you will find Morax in his next life. The prospect of being alone is a phobia you can't ever overcome unless you have Morax.

What a joke. It should've been a farewell. Your final goodbye to your old friend. Not a hopeless see you later.

It took you months to come with that mindset, only to end up saying what's the exact opposite.

It was difficult to come back in Liyue, every step adds a new pile of memory that drags you further into the depths of agony. Every where you look reminds you of the late Geo Archon. Each encouraging word in your mind gets trampled on by his image.

You consider it as an achievement to stand tall in front of his statue after his death, and a failure that you didn't get to bid your final words to him before you depart from Liyue.

You're still clinging to a nonexistent hope that you'll actually get to see him even after your death. Old habits die hard they say. It couldn't have been more relatable than now.

Sighing in disappointment, you retracted your hand from the statue and briskly turn around when you felt the disturbance behind you.

A gloved hand suspended in the air seems to be trying to reach out to you. As you raise your eyes to meet the oh-so-familiar glowing amber eyes that you grew to love. . .

You offered the stranger a faux smile, seemingly naive to the person standing in front of you with an aghast expression.

You failed to realize Morax as Zhongli just as Morax failed to realize you in your different lives.

"Hello. How may I help you?"

Oh, how the tables have turned.

Time has stopped, both hands of the clock moved counterclockwise, bringing him back to the time he first laid his eyes on you— so unsuspecting from what's about to unravel after a sweet hello.

His broadened eyes are solely fixated on you, it ingnited a feeling he couldn’t immediately identify, a sense of a certain and long-forgotten familiarity fogged his memory.

From the color of your eyes, skin and hair. The subtle furrow of your eyebrows and the upturn of your lips. The gentle facade that compelled him to indulge his curiosity towards you.

Y/N. . . Are you the Y/N the traveler was talking about?

But you bare no resemblance to the Y/N he knew, yet he can tell how it is your soul residing in the mortal's body. It is you. Your eyes aren't the ones that welcomed him as new friend. It feels different.

You're smiling while your eyes are grieving.

Your eyes failed to conceal your weeping soul and could only hope the last bits of its strength will keep it standing until someone reach a hand to put back the shattered pieces.

Behind that gleeful stare was a mountain of pain and extracting it would bring instability to the person who would dare to climb. Yet come what may, you're always worth any risk.

He lowered his hand to shake yours, his lips upturned into an enigmatic smile.

Your heart went erratic and the usually dormant butterflies imploded in your stomach. You haven't felt like a teenager since. . .

You felt your breath hitch in your throat when suddenly, with a mere handful of strides, the beautiful man was standing right in front of you, his amber eyes searching your face intently, trying to find whatever it was he was seeking.

"My name is Zhongli, I'm a consultant in Wangsheng Funeral Parlor." Your [E/C] eyes blinked surreptitiously before accepting it. What a beautiful name, you thought almost immediately.

Under normal circumstances you would've strictly reprimanded the man with his incongruous advances, but you felt something else, something so powerful it overshadowed your senses.

It was a need, an unyielding need to be close to him.

Rather than pushing him away, something inside you stirs awake and begin to implore to coalesce with his existence.

"I'm Y/N L/N, an adventurer."

So it is really you.

He briefly looks down to their intwined hands.

For countless nights, the image of your bloodied hand reaching out to him as you take your last breath plagued his every dream. The tender, soft hands that will no longer bring him comfort. The hand of the person whom he loved so dearly, whom he failed to protect against the wicked ways of the world.

The intense urge to hide you away from the prying eyes that shared similarities to his kept his mind in shambles.

Which what led him to mumble to you what his thoughts are repeating like a mantra.

When he spoke the promise he'll show you what's up at the highest altitude his wings could go, he was mostly speaking out of his selfish desire to hold onto your hand and fly you away to the farthest place no living creatures have ever stumbled upon.

He had to learn it the hard way; that the greater you wish for something, the crueler fate can be. Maybe if he hadn't been so greedy you could've live your mortal life.

Now that you are standing in front of him, shaking your hand, he can amend his mistake by straying far away from you before he repeats history itself, before he could inflict pain on you again.

And yet, looking at you attempting to shoulder the boulders of life is what all it takes for all the wisdom he garnered for centuries to be thrown out the window.

He can't imagine himself distancing from you when you're suffering and have no one comfortable enough to share your burdens with, no one to validate your feelings, no one to embrace you in your vulnerable times.

You taught him to be compassionate, to not disregard emotions, and he's about to set that in motion. You were there when he needed you the most, offered your shoulder to vent out his feelings, it's about time to let him do what you always did for him.

It became abundantly clear he's not willing to let you go through anything alone just like he had gone through without you.

"You claim you're a consultant. Did you perhaps think I'm a potential customer?"

He let go of your hand as much as he loathes being away from your warmth for even just a second, he's still convinced you can be taken away from him at any given moment.

"Indeed, I couldn't stand idle and watch you grieve alone." He watches how you averted your eyes as if hiding the pain would appease your mind.

"I appreciate the thought. . . though, I highly doubt it'll be effective."

He mentally chuckled at the irony. He, too, was once amazed of what simple gestures can bring to a downhearted person.

"Hmm. An old friend once showed me how to console a person. Allow me to share their insights."

Your eye brows perched in curiosity, this man speaks like he's in his 50s or something, ". . .If you insist. I could use a company for now."

Morax experienced eons of desires to attain what he wishes to, though he refrains from being blinded by those greedy thoughts as he had witnessed how cruel fate can be when he once desired to have you. Will history repeat itself?

Zhongli chortles in response, but his expression soon turned nostalgic, "I may not know what adversities you're facing nor do I know who you are, but know that you're never alone."

His smile never left his face as he takes off his glove and held the palm face forward to you, he watches how your eyes glisten with unshed tears, "W-What is that supposed to convey?"

You didn't even notice how much gap he closed just to increase the proximity between the both of you. Archons! You can smell the lingering scent of Osmanthus Wine mingling with his breath!

Is he a drunkard like Venti?

Perhaps this man is drunk to comprehend his actions, perhaps he won't remember this the never next day, perhaps he has mistaken you for someone else, perhaps—

"Wherever you wish to go, I'll keep you company. I dare ask if I may hold your hand along the way, Y/N?"

Perhaps there's hope you can cling onto until your aching heart is at ease.

Your hand found its way to his, almost too desperate to not let this moment of comfort vanish. Just this once, you thought to yourself as the man smiled with absolute glee that it puts the sun in shame.

Out of reflex, your fingers laced with his, wanting nothing more than to relieve in the warmth of his hand. His expression soon turned into a priceless one as if he's in disbelief that you actually just did that, and that alone made the realization struck you harder than Raiden's lightning and fried your nerves with embarrassment.

"I-I'm so-sorry! I didn't mean to get too comfortable!"

You're a stranger to him, and you acted as if you've been a longtime friends. He must have been feeling uncomfortable, you nervously thought as you quickly tried reel back your hand in an attempt to salvage whatever budding acquaintanceship you have.

Keyword; tried.

Your action prompts him to retaliate by locking his fingers in place, keeping your hand sealed with his and shot you a reassuring smile.

"Do not fret. I'm delighted to know I somehow earned a little fraction of your trust. It's only fair to mirror the trust you gave me."

As if to spell out his point, he held up your intertwined hands just below your chin. His eyes blazed with a newfound emotion you couldn't decipher. He almost looks eager. He was gripping your hand, not too tight, but firm enough give emphasize of something.

His action wasn't fruitless as it gained a reaction from you. Your eyebrows twitched, there's something too familiar about it, but your memory refuses to give you that answer.

Instead, you could only mutter weak responses, "I-I understand, but if you feel uncomfortable in any way then don't hesitate to point out what I'm doing wrong."

Whether it was a satisfying answer he wants to hear, his emotions betrayed to even give you a brief answer and his face only lit up as he turns away from you, "You could never do anything wrong in my eyes."

Did he just say something? "What was that?"

"Nothing. Are you new in Liyue? I could give you a tour if you'd like to make you familiarize with the environment."

Your lips turned into a genuine smile, it didn't reach your ears but something tells you this man will lengthen it until you're the happiest person alive, "I'd love to, Zhongli."

As the wind blows to the East, a new chapter has began with a new retelling of their unfinished story. Until the last maple leaf falls and the oldest standing tree drought, two souls will always find their way to rekindle what has been lost.

>> PART III

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─ 𝐀/𝐍. Can you all smell that? *sniff sniff* I smell a Xiao ver. of this 👀👀 Fr, I didn't expect the fic will be loved that much as I initially thought, I received many appreciative comments and messages which is what motivated me to write part 2, and possibly part 3 (just for the fluff) since this was supposed to be a series but I crossed that idea out until everyone broke my expectation. Thank you💜💙 and merry christmas everyone ❤💚

#zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli fic #zhongli angst #genshin crossover #genshin impact #genshin impact angst #genshin x reader #zhongli fluff #crossover #see you in my 19th life #webtoon #genshin impact crossover #reborn au #genshin zhongli #Spotify

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gayforbada · 7 months

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Hanggang Dito Na Lang | Bada Lee

Pairing: Bada x Reader

Warning/s: Angst

Word Count: 720

A/N: just wanna try writing hahahah (even if I'm not that good and I think my writing is quite bland and worse doesn't even make sense goshhh). Not proofread and may contain grammatical errors.

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❝ Synopsis ❞

You and bada are in a private relationship, and only close friends and family of yours know. Your schedules prevent both of you to spend time together and after bada joined swf2, the distance became more prominent. Bada became more distant and it is slowly driving your relationship into ruins. Dating news between howl and bada left it all in shambles.

There is no reassurance of what the future may hold, the future that used to be clear became to blurred and seems to become nonexistent. Maybe, It will only last this far (Siguro, hanggang dito lang talaga kayo).

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It was a sunny morning, the warm rays hit the window sill creating an illusion of comfort and warmth.

You had woken up early to cook breakfast for you and bada. Knowing her busy schedule she might not be able to take breaks to either eat or rest. She'll sinply forget that her body also has needs, but she's to busy being hard on herself.

"I made breakfast for you luv." you said behind the kitchen counters as you glanced at her busying around.

"Sorry, I don't have time for breakfast." Bada replied.

"but— atleast eat something." you said to her.

"Can't you understand!? I don't have the t—" Shouted Bada, stopping herself before she can say anything hurtful.

Shock and hurt adorned your face.

Bada sighed and said, "I need to go." while going out of your shared apartment.

"Drive safe luv--" your words drowned with the thud of the door, closing. Your response remain unheard by the person you dearly love as she left without waiting for your reply. No hugs, no kisses, not even good mornings. All she left is a desolate and lonely feeling inside you.

Silence filled the room. Your lonely figure slowly walked near the front door.

Unknowingly, tears started flowing down your cheeks. Lips trembled, letting out a whimper.

"What happened to us?" You questioned but was met with silence.

You looked around the room, the photos attached to the walls, etching the details of the bond that bada and you used to share.

You composed yourself, deciding to scroll through your socials. You were watching videos of Bada, goofing around and showing her passion for dancing, filling in and erasing the loneliness that you felt. Ocassional laughs and giggles can be heard, as you continued to watch her through your phone.

While scrolling, a post caught your eyes. A feeling of dread sinks into you. It was a dating news between bada and howl.

You dropped your phone in disbelief. Shock, hurt, and doubt can be seen in your face.

You hurriedly snatched the phone on the floor. Eyes skimmed through the comments, as tears pool in your eyes, all showing support for the couple.

"Bada and Howl?! She said they're only friends." You muttered to yourself in denial. But how can you not believe it?! There are photos of them kissing and being intimate with each other.

Muffled cries filled the room, as you sinked into a state of sorrow. The once sunny morning dissapeared without a trace, as gloomy rain clouds can be seen outside the apartment window, creating an air of melancholy. It seems like the sky is crying for you too.

The signs were there! But you're too dumb and too inlove with her to realize that maybe.... just maybe your relationship is slowly dying. The decreasing number of phone calls and chats, the way she started avoiding your touch.

For Gods sake! the signs were already telling you, yet you were so into keeping the relationship going to understand that she changed......... or maybe you changed.......and the bond you once have is not the same as to what it used to be.

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A couple of hours had passed since you started crying. Body sprawled over the floor, tired and numb. Marks of dried tears covered your face.

"You could have told me." you painfully mumbled.

"B—bada.... why?" You said as you slowly closed your eyes.

Have I not given it my all? Am i not enough? Did I do something wrong? Or is it that she just fell out of love with me? A lot of thoughts run through your head.

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All your stuff are packed. You looked around the apartment once more, taking every detail, before mustering the courage to text bada.

Hey luv.

I know you're too busy to read this but...

I just wanna say that, I hope he makes you happier than I did. If there are things that I'm lacking, I hope he is able to fill those up. I love you, goodbye.

Tears once again gathered in your eyes, as a sad sigh left your lips.

"The road is too long, but I guess this is our stop. Goodbye." You whispered in the lonely apartment while pushing your stuff out the door.

The door closed with a clank followed by silence.

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A/N: That is the extent of my brain juice HAHAHAHAH hope you enjoyed it<3

#Spotify #bada x reader #bada lee x reader #bada #swf2 x reader #bada lee imagine #bada angst

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anchoeritic · 1 year

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hi i absolutely adore your little blurbs and rockstar!ellie has awakened something

she totally plays every instrument like drums guitar bass and she’s very good with her fingers if you know what i mean

thank you baby!! and i totally agree so here are some hcs.. ♡

• she’s a fucking monster when she plays the drums. likes to be in her own lil world when it comes to playing musical instruments, jamming away to whatever song’s playing in her headphones and matching the beats of the bass. sometimes you’d walk in on one of her sessions and just watch in awe, loving the amount of passion she shows towards her music.

• to add to the drums part: she absolutely loves teaching you as well. having you sat on her lap, putting a drumstick in your hand and letting you play your own stupid beats. “c’mon, play with me.” one hand is firmly gripping over yours while the other is holding onto your hip, making you stay in your place.

• “dunno what to do.” you mumble, looking at all the different drums you could hit. ellie chuckles, digging her face into the crook of your neck. she could hear your breath hitch with every one she took getting closer to you, the hand on your hip itching lower and lower. “y’know what to do, gorgeous.. don’t let me stop you from playin’.” let’s just say it leads to more than just a drum lesson.. by the end of the night, your legs would be wrapped around her waist, begging for her to let you cum just once.

• moving onto guitar/bass; this is the area she feels most comfortable in. not only because she grew up on strumming those very strings, but because her love for the instrument is very, incredibly symbolic to her. she was just like every other little girl, hoping to create something bigger than her dream. hoping for a life without being known as the black sheep. “joel, i don’t understand.” “watch this, kiddo. you got it.” young girl learns guitar from step-dad, crawls out from her shell, and runs along the seashores of the beaches out here in california. there was no easier way to describe her upbringing.

• every time she plays, he is the first thing to come to mind. her win was his and his loss was hers. it was such a beautiful yet disappointing scenario. after the loss of joel, she lost herself. drowning her sorrows away by diving head-first into a body of water filled with badgering sharks, ready to sign her off from being an independent artist. they wanted to get her brand purely just for the money.

• “um, hey?” a new voice. your voice. “sorry, i just wanted to come by and say hi?” blinking a few times, she turned her body to face you, surprised to see a younger looking woman other than a clean-looking businessman waiting to get her on one of those stupid contracts. your smile was the first thing she noticed, and her guitar was the first thing for you. well, her guitar and the sick ass tattoo on her arm. “yeah, yeah, hey.”

• “sorry, let me just—“ “oh, i’m so sorry to burden you—“ ellie stands up to put her guitar away, nearly tripping over her own two feet. you noticed her flushed cheeks once she finally looked up at you under the blinding rays of the sun, her freckles growing warmer too. “hi, i’m ellie.” she smiles back at you awkwardly, brushing away all the fallen strands behind her ear. “i’m y/n. just thought you sounded great, that’s all. i heard you from one of the other rooms.” you sent her a wink. god, it’s been too long since she’s talked to a woman. especially, a pretty one. she didn’t know whether to shake your hand or ask for your number, or— well, you had different plans.

• a hug. she should’ve expected that. it didn’t take long for you to wrap your arms around her stiff figure, warming up to her before she could do so. she felt at peace in your embrace. oh dear, y/n, y/n, y/n. your name was racking up on her brain, engraving into it until she sees you the next time around. little did she know, that was only the beginning of your love story and you’d be travelling across the globe as the rockstar’s girl.

• “you did fuckin’ amazing, holy shit!” you scream, jumping into her arms. she only laughs when you quite literally wrap your body around hers, engulfing her into a tight hug. “you think so?” “god, you know i fuckin’ know so!” she was covered in rose petals and sweat after her concert; your favourite look to date. luckily enough for you, you get to see that shit every night after every single performance. another pro: that’s your rockstar.

#rockstar!ellie #i got so carried away #…..#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams smut #the last of us #the last of us smut

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milkedbox · 7 months

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imagine secretly yearning over your best friend / crew mate sanji while listening to the song “from the start” by laufey on your vinyl player.

quietly singing along to the lyrics of the somber tune, breathing in the comforts of your own safe haven on the merry. tears staining your heated face in the dead of the night.

but being so incorrigible in your hopeless romantic ways, you’re actively swaying to the rhythm of the sickly sweet melody.

the embers of the candle in your room flickered rapidly, seemingly as if it fought alongside of the beat of the song.

all this, just to be interrupted by a soft knock at your door that had been left slightly ajar.

and before you could respond, or even think about wiping away the tears brimming your eyes.

you heard a breathy whisper of your name, accompanied by the irritable whine of the door being pushed open.

just barely enough to reveal the multiple ringed fingers and the blonde locks of the perpetrator.

he continued to dip his head further in, but he had yet to meet your gaze.

“(y/n), my darling i hope i’m not interrupting something. it’s just i heard music, and a lady like you should never be dancing alo-“

finally catching a glimpse of your disheveled appearance, a look of sorrow and concern replaced his once familiar smirk.

his blue eyes widen.

“(y/n). angel, whats wrong?”

and as if all the gods in the universe had listened in on this very moment, the cue of the last few verses wafted through the air.

♪ “confess i loved you”

“just thinking of you” ♪

”i know i’ve loved you from the start” ♪

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rinzsu · 6 months

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✩ ‧ ₊˚ IN MEMORIES I HOLD YOU DEAR — GOJO SATORU

four letters you addressed to him slight angst, wc 800+, reader and satoru have feelings for each other but aren’t in a committed relationship, takes place right after the shibuja arc

november 9th, 2018

satoru.

hair white like the first snow, the color of whipped cream, the pots of the plants on my window sills, and the foam atop the oceans waves.

you’ll forever feel like summer to me, like the first of july, when i drowned in your blue eyes and never came back up.

i wish i could kiss you now like i never had before, catch you when you’re falling, and hold you close instead of pushing you away in hopes of forgetting how my heart beats for you and you alone.

it’s ironic, really, how you come back now after all those days and sleepless nights of trying to convince myself that things are better this way, even though you’re so far gone.

i try so hard to forget about you, about us, only for you to barge right back in and for everything to begin anew.

you once said that you hate it when things come to an end, and i still recall how you always used to leave a single chug of sake in your cup instead of finishing it all together.

and how you used to add an “i still have to finish my cup” as an excuse to stay out longer when nanami wanted to leave the bar.

november 16th, 2018

i miss you. it’s been roughly three weeks since you’ve been sealed away, but to me, it feels like three eternities.

winter is creeping up on us, the air is much colder and the sky always grey.

i’m still taking those hot showers in the evening. you used to say that the water feels like warm hugs after an exhausting day, but nowadays i crave your comforting embrace above all.

the academy's halls feel so much emptier with you gone. i used to mock your silly laugh but now i miss it more with every second i spend in this god forsaken place.

it's quiet, and for the first time in what feels like forever, i wish it was more noisy, because that would mean that you are here.

yuji tries keeping his voice low when he talks about you, but it doesn't matter if it's the students, shoko or my treacherous mind that's uttering your name like a useless mantra.

there's so much i couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't utter out loud, so i'm writing this.

isn't it funny? how i tried to rid you out of my life and now there's a piece of you in every word that i fill these pages with, a fragment of you hidden in each of these lines.

november 24th, 2018

i've been watching our series for the third time now and somehow i feel guilty watching it without you, even though i used to do it all the time when you were still here.

knowing what's about to come soothes my mind even for a little bit. so does going to the drive through and eating chicken nuggets in the parking lot while singing along to all of our songs. i swear by now i can hit higher notes than you ever will.

everyone has their own way of escaping this reality. it helps, makes it hurt less, but just like salve to an open wound, the tranquilizing of this pain will only be temporary until all our sorrows will bleed together again.

is this love?

i see you when it's dark, the illusion of you under one of those flickering street lights. once i turn to look for you, i'm left with your blurring face and the burden of your absence weighing down upon me.

i don't know where life is leading me right now, but there's something that's always pulling me back to you.

december 5th, 2018

you're no longer here.

i've met someone, but he doesn't laugh like you do, doesn't talk to me like you do. it's been less than two weeks but i can already tell that his skin isn't as soft as yours either.

he holds my hand but he doesn't hold it as tight as you do, doesn't intertwine our fingers the way you always did.

when he leaves, he won't make it as difficult for me to say goodbye as you did. and for the first time, i've noticed how different people's presences feel.

how different people breathe, when he rests next to me in shokos office after a mission and i can't feel his rhythm the way i did yours.

was this between us special?

i once heard that after a split up, people tend to romanticize everything bad and to forget why they detached in the first place.

even so, we never dated in the first place and neither did we break up, you just left.

and even though i know that, it's hard for me to believe that i'll ever find someone like you again.

note. hope you enjoyed this <3 i had repost this for the nth time because it didn’t show in the tags i used

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kckt88 · 5 months

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Nepenthe.

Summary:

Vaella stands on the shores of the gods eye and grieves for her lost love.

Warning(s): Grief, Devestation, Heart break, Sorrow, Mention of Death.

AEMOND x SISTER WIFE

INSPIRED BY THE SONG - BILLIE EILISH - WHEN THE PARTY'S OVER.

Word Count: 2852

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Vaella stood alone on the shore of the Gods Eye, her heart heavy with grief and her eyes fixed on the tranquil surface of the lake.

The soft lapping of the water against the shore echoing the sorrow that enveloped her. The air around her was heavy with the weight of loss as she mourned for her beloved husband, Aemond.

The waters of the Gods Eye, once a source of serenity, now held the remains of her greatest love and the last remnant of Aegon’s conquest.

Vaella's gaze remained fixed on the lake, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of Aemond's spirit lingering in the ripples.

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the scene, but it offered little comfort to her grieving soul.

Tears welled in Vaella's eyes, reflecting the hues of the setting sun. She clutched the sapphire pendant that Aemond had given her, a token of their love that now felt both precious and painful.

Memories of their shared laughter and the promises they had made to each other echoed in her mind, making the void left by Aemond's departure all the more profound.

The wind whispered through the reeds along the shore, as if trying to convey a message of solace. Vaella, however, remained lost in her grief, a solitary figure standing at the edge of the Gods Eye, seeking some semblance of connection to the love that had been tragically lost.

Vaella stood on the shore of the Gods Eye, her hand gently cradling the subtle swell of her abdomen.

The soft breeze played with strands of her hair, and the gentle rustle of the reeds seemed to harmonize with the rhythm of her heartbeat.

In the midst of the mourning for Aemond, there was a bittersweet moment - the undeniable proof of their love growing within her.

She glanced down at the small life burgeoning beneath her touch, a radiant mixture of sorrow and hope in her eyes.

Aemond's child, their child, was a living testament to the love they had shared. The realization brought both warmth and melancholy, as waves of joy mingled with the ache of loss that still lingered.

The sunlight danced on the surface of the Gods Eye, casting a golden glow over Vaella and the life growing within her.

A mix of emotions swirled within her - the pain of Aemond's absence, the wonder of new life, and the unspoken promise to carry on their legacy. She whispered words of love to the unborn child, a connection to Aemond that transcended the boundaries of life and death.

Vaella gently squeezed the pendant around her neck, a reminder of Aemond's enduring presence. She felt a mix of gratitude and sorrow, grateful for the life growing within her and sorrowful for the life that had been taken too soon.

The weight of responsibility settled on her shoulders, and she vowed to raise their child with the same courage and love that Aemond had embodied.

The air carried a subtle hint of mystery, as if the very essence of the lake held whispers from beyond. As she gazed out at the tranquil water, memories of Aemond flooded her mind, and a deep ache settled in her heart.

Then, carried on the breeze, she heard a faint whisper, a voice that seemed both distant and familiar. At first, she questioned whether it was a figment of her grieving imagination, but as the wind played through the reeds, the words became clearer.

"Vaella," the voice murmured, carrying the timbre of Aemond's familiar rasp. Her heart skipped a beat, and she strained to catch every precious syllable. "My love do not despair. I am with you, always."

The words hung in the air like a delicate melody, and Vaella's eyes welled with tears. It was as if Aemond's spirit lingered in the breeze, reaching out to comfort her in her moment of sorrow.

The whispers carried a sense of reassurance, a reminder that love transcended the boundaries of life and death.

A small smile touched Vaella's lips as she closed her eyes, allowing the whispers of Aemond's voice to envelop her. The wind seemed to carry his love, a balm for her wounded soul. She could almost feel his presence, a comforting embrace from beyond.

Alys silently observed Vaella as she stood on the shore of the gods eye.

Her green eyes glinted with a mixture of curiosity and something deeper, an understanding of the intricate threads of fate.

The Witch of Harrenhal was no stranger to grief, having witnessed the ebb and flow of sorrow throughout the ages.

She sensed the weight of loss that hung heavy over Vaella, the widow mourning not just a man, but deep love now lost.

Alys Rivers, though a figure steeped in mysticism, held no malice in her gaze. Instead, her presence seemed like that of a silent guardian, a spectral witness to a broken heart.

She saw the vulnerability in Vaella, the fragility of a soul grappling with both the beauty and brutality of life.

"Is it true?" Vaella's voice trembled with a mix of vulnerability and determination "Rumours circulate like vengeful spirits, haunting my marriage. They say my husband, Aemond, sought solace in your company. Tell me, did he betray our love with you?"

Alys’ expression was unreadable as she met Vaella's gaze with a steady look.

She sensed the turmoil within the grieving widow and understood the need for clarity in the midst of shadows.

"No, my lady," Alys responded, her voice a soft murmur that carried an air of ancient wisdom. "The rumours are but twisted echoes. Aemond never touched me, nor did his heart waver from its devotion to you. His love belonged solely to you”.

Vaella's eyes searched Alys's face for any sign of deception, but the witch's countenance remained serene and truthful.

A wave of relief and gratitude washed over her, mingling with the lingering sorrow.

In that moment, Alys Rivers became more than a mysterious figure; she became a guardian of the truth, a presence untainted by the webs of deceit that often spun through the world.

"Thank you," Vaella whispered, her shoulders relaxing as the weight of doubt lifted. "I needed to hear that. His memory deserves to be cherished without the stain of falsehoods."

Alys Rivers inclined her head slightly, acknowledging the shared understanding between them.

The echoes of secrets and mysteries persisted in Harrenhal, but in this exchange, a moment of truth emerged from the shadows.

Vaella, guided by Alys's assurance, found a measure of solace in knowing that Aemond's heart had remained true, a flame that burned undiminished until his last breath.

"Aemond spoke of you often. Your name was a melody on his lips, a song that echoed through the chambers of his heart. He spoke of your love; of the moments you shared beneath the vast sky and the promises you exchanged."

Vaella's eyes, still tinged with grief, widened at Alys's words. A mixture of surprise and gratitude painted her expression as she listened intently, hungering for any connection to the man she had lost.

"He spoke of the child you carry," Alys continued, her voice carrying a soothing cadence. "His eyes would light up with a warmth that only the prospect of fatherhood could bring. He envisioned a future where his legacy would continue through the life growing within you."

As Alys recounted Aemond's words, a fragile smile touched Vaella's lips. The weight on her shoulders seemed to ease, replaced by a sense of reassurance that Aemond's love, and thoughts had transcended the boundaries of life and death.

"He cherished the idea of becoming a father," Alys concluded, "and his love for you, my lady, was a flame that burned brightly until the very end. The Gods Eye may hold the echoes of his battle, but it also resonates with the echoes of his love for you and the child you carry."

Vaella, grateful for this glimpse into Aemond's heart, felt a renewed connection to the man she had lost.

The knowledge that he had spoken of her, and their unborn child brought a profound sense of solace.

In the midst of Harrenhal's ancient mysteries, Alys Rivers became a conduit, allowing the whispers of Aemond's love to reach Vaella's grieving heart.

"Aemond had dreams for the child you carry. In the quiet moments, when the world seemed distant, he would share his hopes for a future that now lies beyond the veil."

Vaella's gaze met Alys's, a mix of anticipation and trepidation etched on her face as Alys continued, revealing the tender sentiments Aemond had harboured in his heart.

"He wished to call your son Rhaegar," Alys revealed, the name hanging in the air like a melody. "A name that would be the embodiment of the Targaryen legacy.”

The weight of the revelation settled upon Vaella, and a soft gasp escaped her lips. Rhaegar – a name he wished to be woven in the threads of Targaryen history, a name that resonated with the power and grace of dragons. Aemond's choice held a profound significance, an unspoken promise for the legacy he wished to leave behind.

"He spoke of Rhaegar with a glint in his eye," Alys continued, her voice carrying the weight of shared moments. "A future where a father would train his son with the sword, where a father would read to his son the histories and philosophies of years passed, where a father would witness his son soaring through the skies on the back of his own dragon”.

Vaella, touched by the revelation, felt a bittersweet warmth spread through her.

The name Rhaegar became more than a choice; it became a beacon of remembrance, a testament to the dreams Aemond held for the family they had envisioned.

In the midst of Harrenhal's shadows, Alys Rivers became the bearer of Aemond's wishes, linking past and future in a tale woven with love, loss.

In the quiet halls of Harrenhal, where ancient whispers seemed to blend with the present, Vaella made a poignant decision.

The imposing castle, with its storied history and mystical aura, became both a sanctuary and a tether to the memories of Aemond.

Instead of retreating from its haunting echoes, Vaella chose to remain with Alys within its walls, a silent witness to the chapters of her past.

The decision to stay at Harrenhal was not born of fear or melancholy but rather an enduring connection to the man she loved.

The castle, with its towering towers and sprawling courtyards, held fragments of Aemond's presence - a memory etched in stone, a lingering essence in the air.

As the widow walked through the vast corridors, she found solace in the shadows, as if Aemond's spirit still lingered in the unseen corners. The great halls, once filled with echoes of ancient lords and ladies, now resonated with the quiet footsteps of a woman bound by love and remembrance.

Vaella chose a chamber overlooking the Gods Eye.

It was here that she felt closest to him, as if the wind carried whispers of Aemond's love through the rustling leaves and across the waters.

The local folk, who had long regarded Harrenhal with a mix of awe and fear, now witnessed a lady who had chosen to embrace the castle's mystique.

Vaella became a silent guardian of Aemond's memory, her presence a testament to a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death.

In the evenings, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Vaella would stand on the shores of the Gods Eye, gazing into the distance. The castle loomed behind her, an ancient guardian overlooking her silent vigil.

Harrenhal became not just a place but a vessel for her enduring connection to Aemond, a haven where the threads of their story continued to weave through time.

And so, Vaella, with a heart anchored in love, remained at Harrenhal, her days and nights entwined with memories of Aemond. In the stillness of the castle, where the past and present coexisted, she found a sense of belonging, a poignant tribute to the dragon rider who had once soared through the skies.

As the hours of labour unfolded, with the guidance of Alys, Vaella embraced the bittersweet dance of pain and joy.

The air in the chamber was filled with a palpable tension, an energy that mirrored the duality of her emotions—grieving the loss of Aemond while welcoming the arrival of their son.

Harrenhal's stones seemed to absorb the echoes of Vaella's whispered prayers and the rhythm of her laboured breaths.

In the flickering candlelight, a loud cry filled the air, a herald of new life that resonated through the ancient halls. Alys carefully placed a swaddled bundle into Vaella's arms, and tears welled in her eyes as she beheld the tiny face that bore Aemond’s features.

With a tender smile, Vaella cradled her newborn son close to her heart.

In that moment, the castle's shadows seemed to recede, giving way to the radiant glow of motherhood.

The air was imbued with a sense of renewal, as if the very essence of Harrenhal acknowledged the arrival of a Targaryen heir.

"He shall be called Rhaegar," Vaella declared, her voice carrying both conviction and a touch of vulnerability. The name, chosen by Aemond in dreams and whispers, now became a living legacy.

It was a homage to a vision of the future they had once shared—a future that Aemond had held in his heart.

As little Rhaegar nestled in her arms, Vaella felt the weight of responsibility and the warmth of newfound joy.

In the quiet chamber, with the flicker of candles casting a gentle glow, Vaella found solace in the bond between mother and son, and in the enduring love that connected her to Aemond, whose spirit seemed to linger in the air, blessing the new life that bore the name he had once dreamed of.

Vaella stood on the familiar shores of the Gods Eye, the glistening waters reflecting the sun's gentle embrace. Cradled in her arms was Rhaegar, the living testament to a love that had transcended both time and loss.

The baby, swathed in Targaryen colours, seemed to mirror the hues of the sky and the ancient castle that loomed behind them.

As the gentle breeze played with Rhaegar's wisps of silver hair, Vaella's eyes sparkled with a mix of joy and reverence.

She whispered words of introduction to the tranquil waters, as if the lake itself held echoes of Aemond's spirit. The air, laden with the essence of their shared history, seemed to carry the weight of a silent conversation between past and present.

"Look, my love," Vaella murmured softly, her voice a tender melody that only the winds and waters could comprehend. "This is Rhaegar, our son. Born of your dreams and our love, he carries the legacy you envisioned for our family."

The sun cast its golden glow upon mother and child, and Vaella felt an inexplicable warmth in the embrace of the Gods Eye.

It was as if Aemond's spirit, carried by the wind, hovered in the air, witnessing the introduction of the heir he had dreamt of.

The lake, once witness to battle, now bore witness to a new chapter—the legacy of a dragon rider and the son he had hoped for.

Rhaegar, oblivious to the weight of his name and the echo of a father's dreams, cooed softly in response.

His innocent amethyst eyes, wide and curious, seemed to reflect the azure depths of the lake and the expansive sky above.

In the soft rustle of the leaves and the distant murmur of the lake, Vaella felt a familiar presence, a whisper from the depths of her memories.

As she gazed down at Rhaegar, the wind carried with it a familiar voice—a voice that sent shivers down her spine. It was Aemond's voice, tender and full of l love, as if carried on the very breath of the wind.

"Rhaegar, my son," the voice murmured, wrapping around the newborn like a gentle caress.

Vaella's eyes widened, and a mixture of awe and joy painted her expression as she witnessed the spectral reunion between father and child.

"Grow strong, my little dragon," Aemond's voice continued, its resonance a lullaby that danced in the air. "May your wings carry you to heights untold and may the fire in your heart burn as bright as the dragons of old”.

Rhaegar, seemingly captivated by the unseen presence, cooed again in response.

His innocent eyes, wide and curious, held a spark that seemed to mirror the spectral warmth of his father's words.

The bond between the living and the departed, bridged by the whispers on the wind, created a sacred moment that transcended the ordinary.

Vaella, both moved and grateful, stood as a witness to this ethereal communion.

The veil between the realms of the living and the departed seemed to thin, allowing Aemond's voice to guide and bless the son he had dreamt of.

The wind carried not just a message but a legacy—a father's love echoing through time.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 10 months

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Hey I would like to request a good omens Crowley x reader angsty sad fic where they are pining over him but he loves aziraphale and they don’t want to interfere. Kind of Laufey’s song Let You Break My Heart Again vibes. Thx!!❤️

"Why couldn't I have what THEY had, [y/n]?! Maybe it's...it's all part of God's great ineffable plan! As if fallin' weren't enough...y'know? Why not allow him to walk outta my life and crawl back to the other angelss, too? Keep fuckin' me over, I suppose. This must be karma, I swear.."

"Crowley.." You began, only to stop as the demon on the other end of the line continued his drunken sorrowful ramblings.

He was still clearly hurting, and you were his only company left.

The only one who knew about him and Aziraphale and everything they've done together for the past 6,000 years.

You've been around for a thousand or so, not aligned with Heaven nor Hell, but living as a simple immortal being.

However, only very recently have you learned that they've in fact known each other since the very dawn of Creation.

So their history goes way back.

It's no secret that Crowley's been pining after the angel all these years, forced to pretend he hates him just because he was on the "opposite side".

But he was sick of doing all of that, and finally got the courage to tell him how he really felt. He begged him to stay, to stop taking sides, and to think about just them for once.

In the end, Aziraphale still chose the side that shunned him for conspiring with a demon, halting Armageddon, and hiding Gabriel on Earth...all because he was offered a higher position of power and couldn't so easily let go of Heaven.

Not as easily as Crowley could. He couldn't understand that, or why Gabriel and Beelzebub could go off together and they couldn't.

Now you were here, having to comfort the very same demon that you've fallen in love with yourself.

It felt like such a selfish desire, knowing that you haven't lived nearly as long as either of them. You weren't there at the beginning of Everything. You weren't there at the Garden of Eden.

You could never fully understand their deep-rooted bond.

There's no way he would ever see you in a remotely similar light.

Even still, the heart wants what it wants..even if it's unobtainable.

"Listen, Crowley.." You tried speaking again. "I'm next in line, do you want anything?"

Perhaps that was rather poorly worded, as you heard a sniffle and what sounded like him holding back a sob. "I just want him to come back.." His voice broke.

There was that feeling again, constricting your human heart with pain.

It was such a fickle organ, you often thought. It kept people alive, yet when put through emotional toil..it felt like it was killing them, and they wanted nothing more than to rip it out of their chest to be rid of the pain.

But right in this moment, you felt like that because deep down...you wish he instead said that he wanted-

"W-Wait..you're..at that café 'cross the bookshop, right?" You heard Crowley mumble. "I'll get the usual..assuming she remembers. Actually...don't bother-"

"It's fine, Crow. It'll be my treat. I'm getting something, too...not that we actually need it. But we both enjoy it, right?"

"...right." He chuckled depressingly. "Fine. I'll be outside."

That was a surprise, although when you briefly glanced outside the window of Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death, you noticed the Bentley parked next to the sidewalk. You sighed, hanging up the phone before you stepped up to the register, smiling at Nina.

"Hello, Nina. I'll have my usual..and Mr. Crowley's, too. Six espresso shots, was it? And one of those [favorite flavor] pies, pretty please." You pointed to the menu.

"On it." She nodded, already getting to work on your order. "You know, I haven't seen that chap around in a while. How's he holding up? I heard he took it pretty hard."

"Yeah." You muttered, recalling how you've talked to her about your own feelings for Crowley.

You weren't expecting a human to solve the relationship woes of immortal beings when she herself was going through her own issues.

She worried that her and Maggie's little "intervention" caused the demon and angel to split up, but you didn't blame her. And neither did Crowley, although he was torn between wishing he didn't kiss Aziraphale and wondering if he'd regret not doing that at all.

He hasn't been back at the coffee shop since.

"Well, do you plan to tell him anytime soon?"

You nearly choked on your own spit. "N-Nina...I..I can't just do that. He clearly doesn't see me that way. He talks about him every day and night. I've stayed up past midnight consoling him, letting him stay with me the moment I learned he's sleeping outta his car. But...it's him he loves, not me. And I can't interfere with that..it would be wrong."

"Then...what's your plan from here?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"..I'm not sure anymore. I guess hope that one day..I'll stop falling in love with him. Maybe his angel will come back and everything will be as it was."

"Sounds like wishful thinking at this point, but I'm sure things will work out. Maybe he'll move on."

"I doubt it, but time will tell."

"Right." After finishing the drinks, she set them down into a cupholder, before giving you the pie as well. You paid and bid her farewell before heading out of the café and to the Bentley.

Inside, you saw Crowley sulking, lost in thought until you knocked on the passenger's window. He sat up with a start, fixing his glasses when he realized it was you. "S-Sorry."

The door opened, and you slid inside, passing him the tall cup with tons of espresso shots. "It's okay. So..where did you wanna go today?"

"I was thinkin'..St. James Park. Feel like I've been neglecting the ducks for far too long."

You blinked. 'Wasn't that..his and Aziraphale's thing-?'

"Yeah, I know..it...was our thing." He responded as though he read your mind. "'s just..been so lonely without him to chatter to. I hate siting all alone on that bench. But it's not like I can just walk Upstairs and tell him to screw all of them, right?"

"Sadly..no." Shaking your head, you glanced over your shoulder at the plants he's shoved into his backseat. Closest to you was a venus fly trap that had spots and other flaws, looking rather frail and wilted and sad.

Not too different from how its owner felt.

You smiled sadly and stroked the top of its head with your thumb, feeling it cease its trembles. Its mouth closed as it seemed to...purr?

How cute.

"Well would ya look at that...ya even treat the bloody things the same as he did.."

You tensed, looking back to Crowley and frowning upon seeing the tears sliding down his cheeks. But he was quick to wipe them away once you noticed them, yet a sniffle still managed to escape him.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to keep doing stuff that reminds you of him.." You set a hand on his back. "Do you...want me to drive?"

"No, it's fine.." He shook his head, sniffling loudly one last time before he managed to pull himself together. "Let's just..go."

You nodded, taking a sip of your coffee and a small bite of your pie, before you reached for the radio-

However, you forgot that the Bentley was sentient, instead turning it on for you and playing a song that nearly made you choke once again.

"--All I've had is coffee and leftover pie. It's no wonder why. Ooooh, still you take up all my mind. I don't even think that you care like I do. I should stop, Heaven knows I've tried..."

Even Crowley froze as he listened to the lyrics.

And not because it wasn't a Queen song.

"One day, I will stop falling in love with you."

Neither of you spoke a word, instead staring at the dashboard with looks of sadness upon your faces. You thought he would've changed the song by now, but...when you looked over, you could see his glasses now resting on the bridge of his nose.

His golden irises have almost completely taken over the whites of his eyes.

What little you saw of them..

Were growing redder and glossier.

"Some day, someone will like me like I like you."

You felt your own eyes start to sting, too, so you looked away and opted to pet the venus fly trap that was nuzzling your hand, clearly asking for more much-needed affection.

Sentient plants were easy to comfort.

If only your demon friend could be the same way..

If only you could show him that you wished to be more than just friends..but this simply wasn't your place to tell him that.

Not here, not now...and possibly not ever. For as long as you lived on this mortal plane.

All you could hope was that one day, the feeling will pass.

If Aziraphale came back, things might be better. You wished the idiot would at least check in with you both once in a while so you knew he was alive.

If that's the last time you hear from him, well....you weren't sure if Crowley would ever want to try loving again after what he's suffered through. He poured his heart out, only for it to get broken and stomped on before being left all alone on Earth.

He couldn't go through that again.

And you didn't wanna say anything about how you felt for the centuries you've known him. He could very well perceive that as you trying to replace him and ruin this friendship.

The wounds in his heart are still clearly fresh..and they likely will be for a long, long time.

For now, you'll just be by his side and be mindful. Perhaps he'll eventually realize how you felt about him...but you doubt it.

"Until then, I'll drink my coffee, eat my pie. Pretend we are more than friends. Then of course, I'll let you break my heart again-"

Crowley's hand suddenly shot towards the button, the car filling with an abrupt silence as he shut off the music. Then he switched between several Queen songs, eyebrows furrowed as none of them seemed to suit his current mood.

If Queen didn't make him happy anymore...he was seriously in emotional distraught.

But eventually he settled for "Somebody to Love", and you smiled, wiping your eyes as you leaned back in the seat. "Good choice."

He nodded absentmindedly, before finally driving off to the park after adjusting his glasses.

No further words were exchanged. You didn't even scold him for speeding down the tightly-knitted roads of London. That's the last thing he needed right now.

Especially since you picked up that habit from Aziraphale.

But even as Freddie's voice reverberated through the Bentley, you two couldn't stop thinking about the lyrics of Laufey's song and what it meant to both of you.

Yet the people it reminded you of...were completely different.

#ough i listened to this song on repeat while editing this </3 #hurts like a bish #clanask #good omens x reader #good omens 2 spoilers #crowley x reader #ineffable husbands #immortal reader #angst

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