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stardustsorbet · 8 months
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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 ― ♡
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⁞ mentions of unrequited feelings, mentions of death and lost loves, kitsune!reader, there’s a little bit of poetry I lowkey pulled it out of my ass
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“Escort me, my memory is a bit hazy,” she lied. She knew the path like the back of her hand, allowing her friend to take the lead. (Y/N) loved to tease him, the silver-haired judge, Neuvillette. He wasn’t gullible per se but sometimes oblivious to jokes.
He couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter, you really wanted to go back. To that lake where you spent your youth. When you were just a young kitsune and he a youthful dragon. His horns were so petite, and your tails were so small, yet soft. Where there was so much unresolved tension, unanswered questions he had.
“That lake holds many of my memories,” he spoke, trying to keep his words to a minimal, just small talk. With his arm hooked in hers, he couldn’t help himself from trying to appear to others as maybe being her lover. The press would sure milk this for all its worth, but he almost wanted that. Fontaine’s dearest kitsune, a sweet woman, and the cold Chief Justice.
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“Wouldn’t you think it’s rather romantic to go somewhere like this, especially so late at night?” He whispered, leaning down so she could hear. His height was quite different compared to yours. A smile crept onto his lips; this was his way of flirting with you, and you knew that better than anyone.
“Aren’t you presumptuous?” A laugh escapes her lips, playfully shoving her friend, not enough to hurt him. “Just.. take me there, okay?”
The walk from where the two had dined to their lovely lake was not too far, and he could not pretend like he didn’t enjoy being with her in pure silence like this. It had been years since their falling out, but now? Things were so much different. They’d both grown, both changed in so many ways.
She took a seat in the rustic swing hooked onto a branch of a cypress tree, swinging gently as she gazed into the water. The pale moon reflected Neuvillette’s features so beautifully; she had forgotten just how beautiful he really was. She couldn’t help but notice in such an intimate moment like this.
He sat himself next to her, worried the swing wouldn’t be able to support them both, but alas, it did. It was rather old, much more used to supporting two young teenagers and every conversation they had. “You look most beautiful tonight. I’m not sure I told you that already.”
“Thank you.. and you look just as beautiful. This moon makes every feature of yours that much easier to see and therefore appreciate.”
“Hah, thank you, (Y/N). I wonder, do you still remember every moment we shared here just as I did?” He asked, gently taking her hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles.
“My kitsune mind betrays me.. you’ll have to remind me.” She knew he wanted to tell the story, but of course leave out his embarrassing moments. If she brought up how he’d fallen in the lake all those years ago after kicking a rock out of anger, he’d become a blushing mess.
“I remember how we’d enjoy the morning sunlight reflecting on the lake, hiding under the ripples of the water as the wind blew and storm clouds thundered. Things were so much different then… Do you still care for me as much as you did then?”
“Time decays the friendships between mortals, and though it has been centuries now since we’ve crossed paths, I feel like nothing has changed between us. I could reminisce in these moments forever and still hold the same comfort I’m bathing in now, despite all that has happened. If only time could pause, how kind would that be, Neuvillette?”
Her eyes were tired and emotional, every memory she had flowing through that bright mind she held.
“Pausing time, we could never find a way. But, I wouldn’t mind spending all my time with you, dearest (Y/N).” His eyes watched her so lovingly, his old friend. His friend he’d messed things up with so badly.
It was nice to sit in silence, your fingers intertwined. No romantic connotations, at least on your end, he just enjoyed being comforted like this. The touch of his warmth next to you made everything feel okay again.
“I remember I buried my book of poetry around here, I’d like to read you some of my writings.” He knew exactly what she meant, smiling at her. It didn’t take long for them to find the book with the leather cover, the dirt covered pages, and the writings of all (Y/N)’s feelings.
“Do read me some of your writings,” he spoke, helping her into the swing again, sitting beside her with admiration beaming from his blue eyes.
“Ahem… gosh, this is embarrassing, haha. Vintage clothes, antique catches. All the cracks and burns from matches. I love the imperfection of these things. Humanity, so precious, like diamond rings. Everything about you is so raw, so real. So unrealistic how you appeal to me.”
He smiled at her words, they were beautiful and vulnerable. With each word, he knew there was something in her heart when she wrote them down. “Who was this about?” He questioned. “If you don’t mind me asking.”
“A general. I fell in love with him. He died in the cataclysm.” Her breaths weren’t shaky, and her eyes weren’t full of tears. Enough time had passed now, it wasn’t something she dwelled on. “He was a very dear friend of mine.”
“Ah, I’m very sorry. I’m sure you were very dear to him, you’re so bright and beautiful.” He had a hard time comforting people, according to Navia (he’d taken that very personally).
“It’s okay, these things don’t haunt me anymore. I’ve moved on. I hope that lived up to your expectations. It was just my younger mind, all very real with her feelings.”
“Is there any more?” Neuvillette inquired, resting his chin on her shoulder as you flipped through the pages.
Flipping over the pages, scanning the words quickly, she found one she’d be okay sharing. “Beautiful, even when you’re wrong. You are like the static and crackle in lightning. Please, just give me time to leave. Your soul is old, but your thoughts are new. Your mind is bright, but your heart is blue.”
He listened to the way she wrote about this mysterious general, her heart was dedicated to this man. His mind wandered astray, wondering if maybe one day she could think of him like that. Alas, he was too shy to ask her something like that. He wasn’t as bold as he was when he was younger.
“Have you ever been in love with someone other than him?”
“Feelings are so complicated. They change, just like weather patterns. In our youth, things were different, but now… I’m too work oriented to care about romance anymore. I see it as just a distraction.”
Neuvillette understood that notion, and in a way almost felt similarly. It was hard to find time for your heart in a world like this, where they were both always so busy.
He fell quiet for a few moments. Perhaps the alcohol from dinner earlier had gotten to him, but there was so much he wanted to say now. “Could I ask something of you? It may be a bit invasive and awkward, so don’t be afraid to shut me up.”
With a nod of her head, she allowed him to continue. “Have you ever felt affectionate toward me?” His face was almost sad, nearly desperate. She knew her answer would break him, and it was awfully inconvenient she didn’t bring her umbrella.
“I know our feelings.. changed. You grew to prioritize your profession more.. And I respect that. But, I can’t help but wonder. Did you ever feel anything.. for me?”
“I… don’t know what I feel. Feelings are just so complicated to understand. I just don’t like dedication. I enjoy the feeling of freedom and independence, not being tied down by housewife work and kids running around!”
“I understand. I feel similarly. But, that’s not the key to a relationship, it’s the love you feel for one another.” He smiled, feeling her head against his shoulder.
“But the distractions become just that.. distracting. It’s hard to be close when there are things leading your attention astray.”
“It’s just additional effort, I suppose. But, it’s not for us all. That I can most certainly understand.”
Their hands were still intertwined, her peace sinking into him as well. She was quiet, breathing slowly against him. Letting him do all the talking was easier, especially on tired nights like these. “My thoughts are hard to understand, I’m sorry.”
She spoke after a long while, biting her lip almost uncomfortably. “I find it easier to not love then to love and lose it.” Her way of thinking was clearly damaged, but he’d wait. He’d done it this long, he would do it longer. Because, at the end of the day, when the moon went behind the lake, when the bugs lurked around the shoreline, the chief Justice was sure of one thing. Neuvillette was most definitely in love with his dear friend, (Y/N).
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Sorry about the corny ass poetry I thought it would be nice to add. I’m embarrassed whjdsjdb
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pendarling · 1 year
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Hey bestie! May I please request or if you haven't done it yet? May I please get an angst falling in love with a character you can't have prompt? Thank you!
Eeeeee! Yes anything for u!😭💖🌟
“I Cαɳ’ƚ Hαʋҽ Yσυ” Pɾσɱρƚʂ
Character A purposefully distancing themselves from Character B so the pain of not having them doesn’t hurt anymore
Trying to go on dates with other people but always thinking about them
Becoming friends with Character B but being too scared to lose that friendship
“Oh? But maybe if you look harder you’ll realize… that somebody out there does love you.” “If they loved me then why haven’t they told me yet?”
Longing gazes at them when they’re looking away
Realizing that the person they’ve fallen for is actually engaged through an arranged marriage.
If Character A is wealthy and their parents only want them to marry up so they can’t be with Character B even if the feeling was mutual💔
Writing down ✨notes✨ describing how much they love Character A and never being able to tell them.
When Character A truly believes they’re so unlovable and it’s them that pulls away from B.
Character A and B were a couple in the past (or in a previous life if you’re a fan of fiction), due to issues they couldn’t be together. Then when Character B comes back to reunite with their love they realize they’re already with somebody else!! So they act like they’re okay!!!
When… both Character A… and B are rivals/enemies😫 and Character A actually starts to fall in love💖 with them, but don’t know if Character B feels the same—
Already being rejected by Character A but they can’t… move… past it
When two characters fall in love with each other and their cultural differences will not allow it
One or both characters being closeted🚪
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maeri-ell · 10 months
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Unbound Longing || unrequited love || Fyodor x gn! reader
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In the heart of Yokohama, a city steeped in mystery and intrigue, an unlikely connection was about to unfold. Fyodor Dostoevsky, a brooding and complex soul, found himself drawn to the city's enigmatic energy. Little did he know that his path would cross with that of Y/N, a young and vibrant individual whose world was about to be turned upside down.
One evening, as Y/N wandered through the dimly lit streets, lost in the world of their own thoughts, they caught a glimpse of a figure lurking in the shadows. Fyodor, with his melancholic aura, observed Y/N from afar, his penetrating gaze filled with a mixture of curiosity and detachment.
As fate would have it, their paths crossed at a desolate park, where Fyodor often sought solace in solitude. Y/N, captivated by the enigmatic air surrounding Fyodor, approached cautiously, their heart pounding with anticipation.
"Excuse me," Y/N uttered, their voice barely above a whisper. Fyodor turned, his expression cold and distant, yet something about Y/N's presence intrigued him.
Their conversations began hesitantly, with Y/N attempting to unravel the depths of Fyodor's mind. But as the days turned into weeks, Y/N's affection for Fyodor grew deeper, while Fyodor's detachment remained unchanged.
Y/N shared their dreams and aspirations, their love for literature, and their yearning for a connection that could transcend the ordinary. They saw in Fyodor a kindred spirit, an enigma waiting to be understood. But despite their efforts, Fyodor remained closed off, unwilling to reciprocate the affection that grew within Y/N's heart.
Y/N's love became a one-sided symphony, with each note echoing into an abyss of unrequited emotions. Fyodor, torn between his own demons and his inability to grasp the concept of love, withdrew further into his fortress of detachment.
In the depths of their despair, Y/N clung to the flickering hope that someday Fyodor would open his heart. They found solace in the fragments of Fyodor's words, searching for hidden meanings and glimpses of affection. But as time passed, Y/N began to realize that love, in its purest form, cannot be forced or coerced.
Their encounters became less frequent, their conversations dwindled, and Y/N found themselves walking alone through the streets of Yokohama, the weight of unrequited love heavy upon their shoulders. Yet, the experience had changed Y/N in profound ways. They had learned the bittersweet lessons of love's difficulties and the strength that can be found in vulnerability.
Fyodor, forever locked in his self-imposed isolation, remained a distant figure in Y/N's memory. They carried the scars of unreciprocated affection, but they also carried the resilience to grow and heal.
In the end, their love story remained an unfinished chapter, a reminder that sometimes the heart yearns for what it cannot have. Y/N emerged from the depths of unrequited love with a newfound understanding of the intricacies of human connections, forever carrying a piece of Fyodor's enigmatic soul within them.
As the years passed, Y/N's heart would heal, finding love and solace in the arms of those who could reciprocate their affection. And while Fyodor Dostoevsky remained a haunting memory, forever etched in the annals of their past, Y/N moved forward, embracing the beauty of a love that could be fully realized and cherished.
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hisdarlingabsurdity · 10 months
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Crushed (a Miles Morales fic)
Sure, being observant meant that you learned a lot more from him, like which pocket he always puts his spare change in (right back pocket), what kind of gum he likes, even the twitch of his eyes when he winces after saying something he regrets, his awkward lopsided smile (that's more of a cringe) that he wears whenever someone he doesn't like talks to him... you could even read his mood depending on the way he walks. It's a pretty useful skill at first. Then you start noticing the way he looks at a certain someone. The way his eyes soften when tracing that person's features. The way his smile brightens when that person enters the room. And you started to regret being observant in the first place. You think it's kind of creepy anyways, so you decided that you needed to stop. You need to stop looking at him, and thinking about him. Seriously, stop. Don't think about the way he greets you every morning, he's just being polite. Ignore the way he always reminds you to watch your step, or when his hands hover around your back when the path gets crowded, he probably just thinks that you're clumsy. Stop thinking at all, because no matter what you do, you will never have a chance with him. And you think to yourself that it's not because something's wrong with you. Sure she's prettier, also probably smarter. She probably has her life put together more than you do with yours. It just so happens that you weren't his type. Just so happens that he'll never see you as more than someone who occasionally gets to hang out with him.
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I will always be yours but I shall not ask you to be mine. Just let me love you until I ran out of love. Just until then. After that, I'll go.
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nmolesofadrenaline · 8 months
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So much of what we learn about love is taught by people who never really loved us.
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forbidden love
i love you like the sun loves the moon,
i love you like the beggar loves the princess,
i love you like the nun loves the pastor,
forbidden love is a sin they say,
forbidden love is a curse they say,
forbidden love is tragic they say,
but baby i want your tragic curse.
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oreoyuu · 2 months
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i would choose you in every lifetime. and i stand by that.
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let-me-rest-now · 10 months
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i thought i wanted to die and then someone said your name and i thought, i want to be here, i want to see you.
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earnestlyn · 7 months
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I’d get the same drinks you do at the movies. I still keep our movie ticket. I wouldn’t eat popcorn any other way. And with every spill, I’d laugh instead of cower. I remember what you said to me that day. Do you?
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assiduoustudent · 2 years
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If nothing else, unrequited love turns us into victims in a world of villains and heroes, waiting idly by to be thrown from a great height and caught in our fall.
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hoeforsirius · 10 months
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_Talking to the moon_
You stay at a distance. Never daring to move closer, but never quite moving on. We're the same.
I suppose that he is the Earth, and I am his moon. But if he is this planet, drifting out in space, then he would look at her, like she is the sun.
We're the same lonely moons for our planets. Mars has two moons I'm sure they make a great couple.
But the Earth only has one and she is me, lonely as ever with only our Earths to look up to, only to see that he is happy with her, his sun.
You revolve around the Earth like I revolve around him, but he notices only his sun who he revolves around.
_Talking to him_
I'll love you in silence from a distance; just like the moon loving the Earth.
My love for you does not die, it's only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded.
The sun gives light that helps to see the moon; but even in eclipses it always overshadows it.
Just like she overshadows me.
All the planets of this solar system have no moons or couple moons, except Earth. The Earth has only one who is as lonely as me. The Earth continues to live for the sun, and the moon continues to live for the Earth.
Just like how I'm happy for you being happy with her.
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claireedeelalunee · 1 year
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in the middle of most nights lately, i’ve been getting this urge to write about u, desperately trying to put into words just how much i miss u, even tho i realize u are not mine to miss, never have been…why is it that every time i walk by the places familiar to us, my heart starts racing 100mph when i start thinking about the possibility of running into you? why is it that it makes me want to run and hide, far away from u, but at the same time wrap my arms around your neck, to hold you just as tight as your hold on my heart has been all these years, refusing to let go? to let u know exactly how i feel without uttering a single word…
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madame-fear · 2 years
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you guys remember my crush, whom was married and had a baby son and i found out in September about it?
well, after not having seeing him for a LITERAL month because he suddenly disappeared, today i found him buying some things in the supermarket he works in and i stumbled upon him while searching things to cook for tonight. I usually always politely smiled at him (before i found out he had a whole family) and waved, but now i didn't even smile at him – i just walked past him looking for some things in the aisle and looked forwards to where i was walking.
With the corner of my eye i could see that he literally stopped what he was doing and he deeply stared at me. When we both walked past each other, after a few steps away, i turned around and i saw him staring at me as he walked away :/ After that, whenever i randomly crossed him in an aisle, he wouldn't stop staring at me. I just ignored him and kept doing my things. I must admit, today was the first time that i didn't feel dizzy, or like wanting to throw up (sorry) because i got anxious of seeing him, so i just gotta pat myself in the shoulder for that
wth that was so weird, my mAN HAS A WHOLE FAMILY WITH HIM AND HE STARES??? AT ME????? DESPITE ME PRACTICALLY IGNORING HIM AND MARKING DISTANCE AFTER HAVING SMILED AND WAVED AT EACH OTHER FOR SO LONG?
damn fuck it
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serendipityredefined · 11 months
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My friends aren't mad at you for taking me to hell. They're mad at you for letting me come along.
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ionadoespoetry · 11 months
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Sunflowers
Sunflowers stand tall and bright, But you always sigh without the light Cause you're feeling lost and alone, In this love that's just a mirage on the unknown.
You're sick of this one-sided flame And how he acted when she came To you, he's your everything, and you don't ever want this to end. To him, she's his everything, and you're nothing more than a friend.
You're tired of the constant yearning, For a love that's not meant to be, Still you find yourself chasing, This hopeless, heartless fantasy.
You want the best for him As your petals curled up for the sun No matter what you do, it just seems Like you want your feelings to be numb
You hate how he's so indifferent, And how it only brings you pain, Oh my dear sunflower, don't you see, You deserve a love that's kind and true, not just a refrain.
The world is full of opportunities, Stop chasing a love that's just not meant to be. You know deep down it's an unattainable dream, So let go, my love, and find your own gleam.
So take a deep breath and relax, And let go of the pain and the tears, For there's a brighter future ahead, Where love is pure and sincere.
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