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One Last Goodbye and a Million New Hellos

Wolfstar, pert two of Memories.

The light was strange, he felt strange, like he was floating, but falling as well. That’s when it hit him, he had died, Sirius Black, the best marauder, the boy who refused his upbringing, had been killed, by his own cousin.

He didn’t know how long it had been since he had been pulled back to his home, now closed off to everything outside of it. He had shifted, now a black dog, Padfoot making its last appearance. He sat and watched, the two people he hated leaving now stood away from him, unaware of how close he was. Their voices were mumbled, distant, showing how far away he actually was, and how alone he had truly become. There was one thing he did hear though, the one thing that the veil was unable to silence, something he had been waiting years to hear.

“I love him too, with every bit of my heart.” Remus finally admitted, causing Sirius to stand, now wishing so desperately that he could run to the werewolf, and hold him, like they did once, all those years ago, when Remus was Moony, when he was his Moony.

“I love you too Moony.” Sirius found himself replying, wishing with his entire heart that Remus knew this, that Remus didn’t think Sirius hated him.

October 15, 1976, Marauders’ dorm,

It was silent, Remus Lupin busy studying for exams, and Sirius Black, silently admiring the boy. How could Sirius not, the guy’s nose was scrunched up, a habit he had while working on a particularly difficult question, his hair had fallen in front of his face, and his legs were crossed, his posture was horrendous but oh well, Sirius found it cute.

“I can feel your eyes, creep.” The wizard said, looking up slightly, his hair now covering his eyes. Sirius only shrugged before moving, sitting beside Remus and uncovering his face.

“I can’t help that you just seem to demand all of my attention, 24/7, always.” The other jokes, Remus just shaking his head. Sirius looked at the book Remus had been looking over. “Oh ew, why are you studying history again, I thought you already finished these?”

“Just refreshing my mind, we have an exam and I have to know this stuff.”

“You should take a break.” Sirius said, playing with the stray hairs that laid on Remus’ neck, moving ever so close, riling the poor wolf up.

“Sirius, this is an important exam.” Remus stated, trying to focus his attention back onto the book, finding it difficult as Sirius had now begun peppering Remus’s jaw line with kisses, the boy’s pulse quickening ever so slightly at this.

“Fifteen minutes, that's all I ask of love, you need to let your mind rest.” The animagus replied, pulling the book out of his boyfriend’s hands, making sure to dog ear the page before throwing it to the side. Sirius knew that he had won, Remus’ eyes were now completely dilated.

“Ten.” Remus decided, pulling Sirius down with him.

June 14th, 1996, the afterlife,

“Hey look who it is, the Black brothers, once again reunited!” James exclaimed, as Regulus and Sirius walked together. Sirius smiled, finally being able to see his best mate once again, the one he was closest to, after Remus.

“Great to see you again Potter, you too Evans.” Sirius replied, Lily only offering up a gentle smile.

“Don’t worry Black, he won’t take that long, it’s impossible for the marauders to stay apart for long.” She said, hoping to comfort him. He only nodded, before walking off, his spirit drifting to the Mirror of Erised, not moving, as it showed those days, where he was truly happy.

April 8th, 1975, Room of Requirement,

“You became what?” Remus exclaimed, anger and shock clear as the night sky. Sirius flinched lightly, hoping Remus wouldn’t have seen this as a bad thing.

“Look, Rem, I did this for you. I don’t like you having to sit through these moons all on your own, it hurts, and you won’t hurt other animals, only humans, so I am perfectly safe.” He explained, the brown haired boy listening to none of it.

“That doesn’t matter, you did it illegally, if you get caught you could end up going to Azkaban, you could get expelled, I could lose you.” Lupin said, his worries getting voiced. Sirius just sighed.

“You won’t lose me, I swear.” He promised, getting up and hugging his boyfriend, “if anyone even tries to take me away then I’ll just fight back, I am not leaving, not by my own free will at least.”

January 14th, 1974, Marauders’ dorm,

Sirius could feel the want to sleep leave his body, his bed felt too empty, and cold. He didn’t like it. By the sounds of it, his friends were all asleep already, and yet here he was, trying to force himself to sleep. He had tried everything, even a sleep spell, yet to no avail, he was wide awake. There was only one thing he could think of.

Quietly, trying to not make much noise and cause the others to wake up, he crept out of his bed, the floor freezing. Sirius felt a cold chill shoot through his spine, before getting used to it, and making his way towards the target, Remus Lupin, and his bed. His boyfriend was exceptionally warm, most likely from him being somewhat a wolf, but even then, Sirius just liked being in his presence.

Pulling back the cover, Black slipped into the bed, and wrapped his arms around the sleeping boy’s body, getting as close as he could, the warmth from the other already deadly comfortable.

“Sirius, what’re you doing?” Remus whispered, Sirius felt his blood run cold, afraid that Remus would get upset.

“I couldn’t sleep, my bed was really cold.”

“So your first thought was to come to me?”

“You are really warm okay.” Sirius defended, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks, embarrassment filling him. Remus said nothing, but turned around in Sirius’ embrace, looking at the long haired gryffindor.

“Okay.” He replied, kissing Sirius on the forehead before closing his eyes once again, “now go to sleep please. I love you.”

At that Sirius felt the muscles in his face turn, a smile forming, before a yawn interrupted him. “I love you too, Moony.”

May 2nd, 1998, afterlife,

Sirius was confused, people said that there were multiple new arrivals, one being someone they had all been waiting on. It hadn’t been long since Wormtail died, meaning the last person to arrive was Remus, who Sirius wanted to live, experience the life he was never allowed. Sirius wanted Remus to fall in love, to have a family, to move on, he couldn’t be here, he just couldn’t. Sirius refused, refused to go see and greet the newcomers with James, refused to answer the calls, just refused, afraid of who he might see, someone who didn’t deserve the card that life had dealt him.

“Sirius, please, it’s been a full day, you can’t keep ignoring us.” James said, his voice muffled only slightly through the door.

“No James, I won’t listen to what anyone says, I don’t want to see anyone.”

“Why must you be so stubborn?”

“You know why.”

“You know, despite all the losses, we did it, Harry did it, we won.” James informed, Sirius not responding. He had known, it was all the spirits talked about, how Harry Potter had succeeded, and Voldemort had been brought down, the wizarding world was safe. He remembered those nights, where he would talk to Remus, so proud of his godson and how far he had come, how much farther he would go.

August 9th, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place,

Sirius sat in his room, looking around, memories he had wished to forget in his mind, playing, over and over again, never leaving. It hurt, the memories of when his mother would kick him out, when his brother had turned away, everything bad that ever happened to Sirius had occurred in this home, except losing his best friend, no, he wasn’t even there for that.

“You know,” a voice came from behind him, Sirius coming to meet Remus’ brown eyes, the ones he would get lost in, “I never did get to see your home, James was the only one.” He finished, coming to sit beside Sirius, not much room between them.

“I never wanted him to, he just came over on his own accord. That and I didn’t want my mother to ever meet you, she isn’t worth your time and you don’t deserve the insults she would give.” Sirius explained, leaning against Remus, missing the warmth he would get. Without missing a beat, Remus wrapped his arm around Sirius, the two were close, it looked like a romance movie, where one was comforting their lover, after a tiring day or so.

“Do you ever regret what happened between us? The arguments, hell, even the relationship?” Remus asked quietly, almost like he was afraid of the question, and in association, the possible answer.

“Only slightly, the arguments most definitely, but the relationship itself, the only thing I grew to regret about that was how it ended, the fact that it ended.” Black answered, Remus relaxing his body some. “What about you?”

“Never, I will never regret having been with you ever, only the way I had acted towards you.” He replied quickly, sounding almost offended that Sirius had questioned him.

“You were a kid Remus, we both were, we weren’t ready for anything serious, and it hurt the relationship.”

“I suppose, what about now?”

“What about now?”

“Well, we are both grown, having lived our lives, gone through things, apart from each other for so long,” Sirius can’t remember when he zoned out, only staring at Remus going over his features s the wolf talked about life, how they both should be grown, “and even if the world looked at us strange we could handle it right?” Remus had noticed now, seeing as Sirius hadn’t been reacting. “Hello? Sirius, were you listening?”

“You know, it's really hard to sit here, be this close to you, and not kiss you.” He blurted out, causing Remus’ face to grow a shade of pink, not really knowing how to respond other than to look at Sirius, slowly noticing the small space between them, a subconscious thing truly. So used to being close to the other, not thinking, but at the same time, he wouldn’t oppose the guy.

“What’s stopping you?” And that caught the great Sirius Black off guard, not prepared for the confidence in Remus’ voice.

“The fact that if I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.” He replied, his face slowly inching closer to Remus’, the space becoming smaller, barely there at this point, the other’s breath becoming ragged.

“In all honesty, I don’t think I would want you to.”

That was all Sirius needed before connecting their lips, the feeling both oh so familiar, and completely new and different, maybe it was because of the scar that had faded on his lips, maybe it was the facial hair, or maybe, it was because Sirius simply couldn’t believe that it was real. They fit like puzzle pieces, neither trying to break apart, rather they were trying to get closer, until the need for air became too important and great, and they were forced to stop.

“So” Remus said, breathless, “Your mother would be furious right now.” He joked, Sirius only wrapping his arms around the other’s neck.

“Good.” Sirius replied, before Remus connected them again, before grabbing his wand and closing the door, pulling Sirius with him to the head of the bed, neither parting the entire time.

May 4th, 1998, the afterlife,

Sirius still hadn’t left, hadn’t allowed anyone inside, he did nothing. It was becoming worrying, but no one could do anything.

“Pads, there is someone here to see you.” James said, doing his daily visit, trying to coax Sirius out of the house, to join the others again.

“Not now James.”

“Oh come on Sirius, you got upset with me for phishing everyone away, and now you are doing it.” A new voice rang through, shocking Sirius to his core, Remus Lupin. Without Sirius answering, his ears now ringing, James had said something about leaving, wishing his other marauder good luck, as Remus had opened the door, Sirius looking at him.

“Hey, long time no see huh?”

“You can’t be here, you shouldn’t be here.” At that, Remus came over to him, looking at his eyes, noting how light they were, more than when he was alive.

“But I am,” He replied, cupping Sirius’ face, wiping the tears that strayed from his eyes, this looked like a reverse image of that night.

June 25th, 1978, the shrieking shack,

“Remus, will you just listen to me! For once in your life just stop and listen.” Sirius exclaimed, Remus sitting down on the very worn down bed of the shrieking shack, a place where they both started coming to more.

Remus shook his head, causing Sirius to sigh, wondering what was going through the boy’s mind.

“No Sirius, you listen, you always have the final say and I am tired of it. You have to be in control all of the time, and I can’t deal with it!” Remus shot back, causing Sirius to look at him not prepared.

“You don’t mean that, that is not true, when have I ever been in control? Everything I have done I’ve done because I was told to, even with you, you tell me that nothing matters when I ask what is wrong. I can’t keep doing this Remus, it hurts me too much to just watch you destroy yourself. I love you, I really truly love you, but I can’t keep pretending as if I can’t hear your cries at night.” Sirius defended himself, moving to Remus, gently bringing his hands up to cup the other’s face, Remus looking anywhere except Sirius, his eyes darting around. “Moony, hey, Remus please look at me.”

“I can’t” He replied, Sirius barely being able to hear him, his voice was quiet, almost like he was afraid to get any louder. The tears had come, Sirius being quick to wipe them away.

“One day, when we are both finally ready, we will find each other, and live the fairytale ending that we deserve, that you deserve. I love you Moony.” Sirius swore, kissing Remus on the head, right where a new scar had begun to form, before leaving for one last time, his heart heavy.

May 4th, 1998, the afterlife,

“I’m real, Sirius, I’m here.” Remus said gently, causing Sirius to zone back in. “You know, you’re as beautiful as the day I lost you, the day you disappeared in that veil.” he said, Sirius only leaning forward, connecting their foreheads, noses bumping together slightly.

“Remember how you asked me if I regretted anything, about us, that night in the shrieking shack, I regret that.” Sirius whispered.

“Why?” He whispered back, Sirius smiling, thankful he wasn’t breaking the silence.

“Because letting you go was the hardest thing I ever had to do.” Sirius whispered, Remus only shaking his head.

“Well, at least you never have to do that again, I’m sorry for taking so long.” He apologized, Sirius smiling. He had expected the werewolf to somehow find a way to apologize, it was in his nature, a thing Sirius had hated, not wanting Remus to ever apologize for living.

“You were worth the wait.”

“I love you Sirius Orion Black.”

“I love you too Remus John Lupin.”

“Your door was unlocked the entire time, and I just stood out in the cold for nothing!” James was heard exclaiming from the door, ruining the moment.

“Really Prongs! I can’t be gay for one second?” Sirius yelled back, James holding his hand up in defense.

“Sorry, my bad, you go, be gay, I’ll find Lily.” James said, turning towards the door and closing it behind him.

“James, you owe me five galleons since Remus said ‘I love you’ first.” Lily said, causing James to groan in annoyance.

“It will never be quiet huh?” Remus asked, SIrius only nodding.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, love.” He said, kissing the boy. Sirius knew, the one regret he had, was never saying a proper goodbye to Remus, but, he would never have to ever again, only having to say a million hellos.

- Better man.

BatBoys x Reader.

SYPNOSIS: Catching your boyfriend broke your heart, turns out he wasn't the only option in the family.

WARNING: Cheating, angst - happy, shit post.

Character: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd.

- Jason Todd.

It's been day's almost a week and the only thing you have been doing is crying nonstop, every second, every minute nonstop. Your silk pillow was now drench in your salty tears and snot, only your bed was a mess you didn't have the muscle to throw a tantrums it was as your whole muscle were cut into pieces leaving you to merged with your bed.

Your heart was slowly tearing apart into pieces, your body completely gave up on supporting it's need. Ignoring the painful ache of your stomach as you kept of weeping into your pillow, trying to replicate the feeling you felt when he held you dearly in his arms.

Your eyelids were burning hot from all the tears you have let out and your hair were forming a messy nest. Drowing yourself in sorrow and water forgetting about eating anything healthy. For a week you haven't eaten anything, maybe it was because you just wanted to hurt yourself that way to punish yourself for your action.

Dick was Special to you, he was your first in everything. He was charming and flirty but you only assume those traits were just some persona that will leave with times. How wrong you were.

He would hold you under the blanket and whisper nothing but sweet into your ears and you even though of marrying him. You've met Bruce and his while siblings, you two were planning on building a family of your own.

The ring on your bedside table was doing it's best to bring the tear out of you, he purpose two week ago. The happiest day of your life happened two week ago and on monday you saw him in your shared bed with some girls.

You dropped the cake on the floor and silent followed, nobody move it was an awkward stare down. Your fiance arm's were wrapped around her like he was protecting her from you. The same way he used to comfort you during all those traumatic experience.

That day was a nightmare, he didn't try or even tried to salvage what was left. You wanted to beg, to beg for him to apologise... You just wanted the boy you fell inlove with back, the same one who would hold you dearly in his arm's enveloping you in his warmth, shushing the monsters away. That day the boy you loved died.

You started into his eyes before you left your shared apartment, trying your best to cover the silent cry for help. It was stupid of you to want him back after everything but he was your world. It was hard to believe that everything wad fake.

"Say something... please"

You silently plead for him, you just wanted him to say he was sorry and how he would change, be a better man for you and forget this all ... But that was a fairytale wasn't it?

"Do you need any money for your new apartment?"

Your heart sting so much. He was being kind, but kindness was not what you needed you need him not his kindness. You took a big air and left, a feeling of sorrow hanging onto your shoulder ever since.

Just before you could continue crying again a knock on your door interrupted you.

"Dollface are you still crying...? Im coming in"

Before you could argue Jason opened the door of your room the shining ray of the sun hitting you hard, you couldn't face anybody in that situation especially not the brother of your ex.

You just cover yourself in your blanket, your eyes were extremely puffy and red, your nose red and runny, hair is just like a bird nest just alot more unorganised and the ring on the table still mocking you.

His presence was heavy and out of place inside your dingy room, he sat down on your bed with a thump his eyes staring into yours, unlike Grayson his eyes felt like a void ready to suck your soul in... What a way to realise you haven't gotten over your ex-fiance.

"I warned you didn't I? That idiot only destroy heart while protecting his"

Well jason was mad at you and mostly Dick. He warned you about him on how Dick have a problem with settling, you've taken his warning as a light joke. Because during those days Grayson was your sun and you were just some star it seem now.

"Look at you crying... You're a mess. Over him of all people I've known..."

He seem to have noticed the ring on the table and without hesitation he knock it into the trash bin. You watched in horror as your precious ring fell and land amongst the trash.

"He-"

"It's just some stone... It doesn't hold a value as long as it was given without love. You will forget and get past him whether you liked it or not"

Sometimes you forgot how Jason talked just like your mother would, maybe it was because he was spending too much time with her.

Maybe he was right... It's just some stone given to you. What important was the man infront of you, even when you look just like the definition of garbage he wa willing to look at you and help you heal. Unlike when you were with him, living in constant fear that he might left you if you slip up in any way or form.

"Why are you helping me?"

"...Your mother asked me to"

His answer wasn't the most pleasant one... But he was still the one picking you up an building you anew. Maybe just maybe he was the right one? He was indeed the one who started at you with admiration even at your smallest achievement, the one who wouldn't hold you down for wanting something... It was wrong to love him but it could be cancelled out with what your ex-fiance could done.

Christmas dinner would be awkward but who cares?

"Now you're smiling? You're a real emotional rollercoaster no wonder why our boy wonder couldn't handle you"

"Maybe you could?"

"Anything for you doll"

- Dick Grayson.

You've become too tired to even continue your sobbing, it's been almost a week but you were not done blaming yourself and putting his need first as usual. You've known him when he was just a carefree Robin you were his first girlfriend afterall. Helped him countless of timea, supported his decision even tho they weren't the brightest and even talk shit about batman with him.

Yet if you were to be asked how you were as a girlfriend only one word count sum it up... terrible. Maybe it was because you could give him space after his resurrection, couldn't handle his new self... Couldn't comfort him better. He forgive him when he shot you but he couldn't bring himself to forgive you when you sided with batman after his death.

You thought you were Special to him, special enough to stop him from killing anyone but turns out you were special enough that the first person he tried to kill was indeed you.

The bullet wound was still visible, you tolerated his Sudden burst of anger... Everything about him scared terrible yet you couldn't bring yourself to leave him.

Every injury he would kiss them away vowing to protect you even from himself, even when he shot you he regretted it you swore. His words were enough to trap you, he was your boy and you would rather kill everybody else than him.

It was after another stupid argument you ran his older brother Grayson, he took you under his wing whenever you and Jason have problem. Unlike him he was gently with you treating your every wound with care and unspoken love... It was different from Jason who was rought but loving in his way.

The change of space was addictive and sometimes you would catch yourself willingly run in his arm's... Another reason why you are terrible and unfit for Jason, Grayson noticing your horrible behaviour of putting yourself down decided to educate you in his ways. A movie, it was supposed to be a harmless bounding time with your supposed to be in-law.

But that night only changed you for worst. Torn between him and Jason one bringing heaven to your gate and one taking heaven for you.

When you came back home to ask for forgiveness and confess your disgusting feelings only for you to stand infront of another girl. Your towel wrap around her curvy figure and she reek of your own expensive products, she seem unbothered and just blanky staring down at you.

That moment was hell itself, you felt as if your body was shrinking down as gloomy air surrounded you invading your lungs... You felt as if you were drowning from the tension, your heart torn apart by your boyfriend delicate hands.

From the coner of your eyes you saw him standing still, he knew he was caught. He asked for the girl to step aside and talk to you, your tears already spilling pathetically.

You enter your own home with a heavy weight of desperation clutching onto your aching heart, your picture were no where to he seen and the picture of you and him was facing down... You understood that she probably knew about you but you didn't dare to utter any word.

Your feelings were caught in your mouth and opening it would only flood the room with your unwanted feelings.

"You just weren't the same"

He told you truthfully, you just weren't how he remembered. He told you how the girl was just like how he remembered you back than... You didn't treat him kindly because you love him it was because you were scared.

You left the alone, hoping to catch a bus to somewhere else. Your mind was just too clouded. That's when you saw him. Grayson.

His arm's outstretch as you walk into his arms without hesitation. He would run his finger through your hair and wipe your tears listening to you spilling your feelings onto him.

You felt terrible, to burry him with your untasteful love life with his younger brother felt like the biggest sin. But he was willingly listening to you rambling and that was enough for you...

"It's alright... let it out little bird. I'll always listen"

You couldn't tell if you were that desperate for even a drop of love or was it natural instinct, you couldn't help but lean closer absorbing his smell. Was it because Jason word sting so hard you forgot about your dignity but right now all that matter was that... Grayson cared.

That was enough.

"He doesn't understand what he lost... Someone like you deserve to be cherished... preferably by me"

You couldn't distinguish if he was serious or joking to make you feel better. That doesn't matter because you will cling onto any form of love as long as you are important to another.

Wattpad

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒑𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐱 .

You're simply making your way through Gotham like any other soul does trying to chase down a childhood fantasy - aspiri...

HERE IT IS — in all its posted glory , the first chapter of ‘ The Paradox ‘ has now been posted !!

It’s totally a slow burn but I love it all the same , but — it IS my first ever DC fanfiction , let alone one portraying the Riddler . 😭💚🫶

For a brief description , feel free to read the following below !

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You're simply making your way through Gotham like any other soul does trying to chase down a childhood fantasy - aspiring ballet dancer scraping those savings away for a chance to enroll to Gotham's Institute Music & Fine Arts . Performing has always been your dream for as long as you can you remember , and to get that dream ? You've taken a few risks - the kind that have you going to more ... promiscuous lengths . Diner girl by day , mysterious Cam Girl by night - with the occasional in-field practice in exotic dancing to Cobblepot's Iceberg Lounge , you think your life couldn't get anymore complicated or dangerous . That is , till a man with various puzzles up his sleeves comes strolling in the diner one lone evening - let alone a mysterious username starts popping up in your chat streams , comes to flip your life around entirely .

Will your dream change ?

Or perhaps , will you find a new one ?

Why? Pt. 2

Hisoka x reader

Hurt, comfort, fluff. Hisoka and you talk about your past relationship.

Your Pov

It’s been four months now since Hisoka broke my heart. My daydreaming has started to slow down and I no longer cry over that man. He’s gone and now I’ve truly come to terms with it. I miss him, but I need to move on. I’m worth more than what he told me I was. I’m strong and I need to remember that. My boss, Kyo, has been nagging me to go out with my co worker Yuji. He’s a sweet man and very considerate, but I think I’m going to focus on myself for awhile. I need to know myself and who I am.

Six months later…

Now it’s been ten months since Hisoka broke my heart. And I can definitely say I’ve completely moved on. My heart is healed and I’ve been able to focus on myself. Last month I moved into a new apartment in a safer part of the city and much closer to the bakery. Moving was so therapeutic for me and peaceful. I haven’t felt that kind of peace in a very long time.

However, I couldn’t help this nagging feeling that I was being watched by someone. I wore it off as me being a little nervous about living in a new place. I checked everywhere and even got a camera to put in my house just in case and fought nothing. So I wore that feeling off as nerves. I’m safe and men like Hisoka won’t hurt me again. But deep down I still feel love for him. Even after all of this time. All I can ask myself is… why?

Two months later…

Third person pov

It has been a full year since Hisoka had left you. A full year since he heard you laugh. A fully year since he felt your touch. A full year since he felt your love. A full year since he broke your heart. He had already taken care of the threat at hand. They are gone and dead. He made sure of that. He even buried them so deep in the ground that if they were dead, they would suffocate before they reached the surface.

That was three months ago. So why hasn’t he come back to you? The threat was gone. And Hisoka still loved you with a fiery passion. Maybe it was because he was scared? Maybe he couldn’t find the words? Maybe he didn’t feel deserving? He didn’t know. What he did know what that he really did love you. Hell, he needed you. And Hisoka has never needed anyone in his life. He’s independent and gets what he wants and who he wants. But he wants you. He’s never truly wanted something more in his life. And he know that if he doesn’t have and love you again then life for him will never be enjoyable again.

Watching you from a safe distance, he saw the way you were smiling at the customers. How sweet you were and he felt jealousy. He knew that if he hadn’t have broken you as he did, you would be in his arms this very second giving him that same enchanting smile.

He then noticed your co worker, Yuji. How he smiled at you. How he looked at you. And Hisoka hated it. He noticed how you smiled at him. And he hated it. His bloodlust began to leak. He couldn’t stop his bubbling rage within him. He couldn’t handle this torture any longer. He finally made a decision. To get you back no matter what.

Your Pov

I felt a chill run down my spine. It was a familiar chill that only belonged to one person. But I thought that was impossible. He’s gone. And he’s not coming back. He told me that I wasn’t useful to him. That he was bored of me. So why would he be here? The door to the bakery suddenly opened. I turned my head as I normally would and to my despair… there he stood. The man I thought I would never see again… Hisoka Morrow was standing right in front of me.

I froze. He looked the same as he did a year ago. Except he wasn’t wearing his normal outfit. He was sporting a sweatshirt and a pair of black jeans. He hair was down and his make up was removed showing his beautiful pale features. God, I almost forgot how handsome he was. How his piercing golden eyes felt looking in to mine. How sharp his jawline was. How plump his lips were. How soft his skin looked. Hisoka Morrow truly is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.

I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt his hand touch my cheek and wipe my tear away. I have no idea why, but I let him do it. I missed this feeling. I missed touch. And god his smell. A mixture of fruit and sandalwood. I realized right then and there that no matter what, I would always love him.

Finally, I came to my senses. This was the man that shattered my heart and left me to suffer. This was the man that called me useless. This was the man that lied to me for years. Why on earth would I allow him to touch me in the way. He doesn’t get to do that anymore. With that thought, I smacked his hand away and scolded him.

“What the hell are you doing here Hisoka!” I spat

“Darling, I am here to apologize. I’m so sorry for what I did to you. For how I hurt you-“

“I really don’t care how you feel now.” I interrupted.

“You can’t just waltz in here and expect me to forgive you for what you have done. Please go away. I’m working and I don’t have time for you”

“Darling I-“ Hisoka tried to say

“Don’t call me that”

Hisoka took a deep breath. 

“Y/n, please can we at least take this somewhere else. Please I need to tell you this. Even if you don’t forgive me I just need you to know how I truly feel.” He spoke calmly

I shouldn’t have have said no, but I felt compelled to say yes. I told Kyo that I needed to take my break early. She was hesitant but understood the importance of the situation at hand. Hisoka and I went to the nearby park. The walk was silent, but somehow not uncomfortable. After five minutes we were at a more secluded place at the park. It was almost romantic and felt like a place he would’ve taken me if the situation was much different.

“Y/n” Hisoka said breaking the silence

“Hisoka” I said in almost a whisper.

Hisoka turned to me and my breath fought in my throat because I saw something that I never knew I would ever see. Hisoka was crying. His eyes were puffy and he had some dried tears on his face.

“Y/n, I am so sorry for the pain I have caused you. I don’t know the extent of it, but I know you were hurt because of my actions. I know I’m not the best man in the world, but I made you a promise and I broke that promise. I’m not trying to condone my actions, but I was threatened. The threat is gone now and honestly they were easier to dispose of than I thought.” Hisoka said in a regretful tone.

“Hisoka why didn’t you tell me any of this? Why, why weren’t you honest with me?” I asked eagerly.

“ Because I couldn’t lose you!” Hisoka exclaimed. “My flower you are the most important thing I have ever had and I truly love you.” Hisoka said as he moved closer to me with tears in both our eyes.

“I said those awful things to try and protect you. I thought that if I had hurt you, that you would forget about me. You would realize how bad I was and find someone you could love. Someone that you would never have to feel unsafe with. I just wanted to protect you and I thought that by me leaving, you would be safe”

“You’re such an idiot Hiso! I love you. I always have. I’ve spent the last year trying to forget about you. I’ve worked on my mental health and did things more for myself. I did do some healing in the process, but you were still on my mind. I couldn’t get you out no matter what I tried.” I said as I reached out and held his face lovingly. 

Hisoka had a shocked expression on his face that was also filled with love.

“Please will you give me another chance to fix the wrongs I have made. I promise that I will never hurt you as I have again. My heart tore knowing what I did to you. And I have always regretted losing you my flower. You don’t have to say anything now, but please consider it.” Hisoka pleated.

“You hurt me so much Hisoka I need some time to think things over.”

“I understand flower I will give you as much time as you need.” Hisoka said lovingly.

One week later…

Maybe I’m stupid or maybe I’ve just made the best decision of my life. But I can’t help the way I feel for him. Knowing what he did out of love for me makes me rethink this past year. I will insist on taking things slow, but I simply cannot stop loving him.

Reaching for my phone, I texted him and asked him to meet at the park like we did a week ago. He responded within a minute and agreed. I was nervous about this. Overthinking about how bad all of this could go again. But I just can’t help my feelings. After a ten minute walk I finally made it to the park where I saw Hisoka standing in the same spot we were in a week ago.

“Hisoka” I called out

Hisoka turned to me and looked at me with an expression full of love. One that I haven’t seen in a long time.

“My darling ” he smiled

“I’ve made my decision.” I said with full confidence.

“I will give you a second chance because I simply cannot help my feelings for you. This might be the dumbest thing I could do, but I’m willing to take that chance. With that said I wanna take things a little slow with you. And build up our relationship again.” I spoke feeling hopeful

“Thank you, thank you for giving me this chance, flower” Hisoka beamed.

Suddenly he came up to me and embraced me. God, it felt like I was home again. I always did feel so safe in his arms. Breathing him in. Feeling his warmth. I felt so happy in that moment. And honestly I didn’t want to let go. I knew that Hisoka didn’t want to either based on how tight he was hugging me. Everything felt good again. Everything felt truly peaceful. And now I feel as thought I won’t need to ever ask…

Why?

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-L.W.L

Part 1 / Part 2

RUNAWAY

Escaping.

Something that felt all too familiar to Axl. Whenever the world pressed too hard, when voices rose or feelings tangled like storm clouds in his chest, Axl escaped.

He always found somewhere, somewhere desolate and cold. Where his own thoughts could be drowned out, where he didn’t need to feel. It wasn’t fear, exactly; it was the only language he trusted when emotions swelled beyond what words could convey.

However, You didn’t have as much faith in this language as he did. There had been countless nights where you’d woken up to nothing but a dent in the mattress beside you late at dusk, with not a clue on where he was, simply having to find the trust deep in your heart that he knew how to handle himself and he’d be back okay. Axl’s life was loud and crowded, two things he struggled to handle, which reflected onto his brain, making him lose himself far too easily. And you knew that. You knew him through and through, so all you were ever left to do was wait.

Tonight was one of those nights. It was the middle of November, 2:03 am. However, instead of laying on your back in an empty bed, staring up at the ceiling with your mind rushing god knows how many scenarios and possibilities on where he could be, you were looking right at him.

Axl sat on the edge of the old apartment roof, knees tucked to his chest, the city sprawled out below in a web of flickering lights and distant sirens. The cold bit through the leather of his jacket, the one he always wore, but he barely noticed—his thoughts were louder than the wind. Up there, above the mess of streets and noise, things felt still, like time had paused just long enough for him to breathe. He stared out over the skyline, wondering how everything could feel so vast and yet so close to crumbling. The smoke from the cigarette between his two fingers clouded around him, his gaze stuck on the world below him.

You stood there for a moment, simply observing with your arms crossed over your chest. Almost as if you were trying to detect every last thought rushing through him, you knew when he wasn’t himself. You knew your Axl. You silently made your way over, not uttering a word. No words—just the soft thud of footsteps as you settled beside him, close but not pressing. It was only once you’d perched down that your presence registered in Axl’s crowded mind. Once he saw you out the corner of his eye it was almost as though he’d been snapped out of a deep trance. He didn't look at her, though. He just kept staring ahead. His eyes tracing the faint city lights as if they were somewhere far away.

You sat there for a while, the chill creeping into your bones as you mirrored his silence, feeling the weight of the night settle over both of you. The cigarette in his hand was almost burnt out now, the ember barely flickering, and you couldn't help but wonder if he was waiting for it to disappear, just like everything else he couldn’t hold onto. You knew better than to ask right away—sometimes he needed to feel like the words had time to find their way out of him.

“Found me, huh?”

Axl finally broke the silence, his voice sounding distant, almost numb, as if it lacked everything she’d gotten used to.

Neither of you looked at each other, both gazes occupied by the sight of the dimmed street lamps and barren roads.

“What are you hiding from, Ax’?”

You responded, your question blunt yet genuine. Your curiosity was clear, although you mirrored his emotionless exterior. You didn’t want it to come across as antagonising or accusatory, you just worried.

“Who says I’m hiding?”

Axl countered after a moment of silence, the question hitting a little too close to the core for his liking as he finally flicked his burnt-out cigarette butt over the edge of the roof, observing as it landed on the pavement below.

“You always go up high when you need to escape.”

You stated with certainty, the pattern was becoming all too familiar for you. Your tone remained calm, despite wanting to peer into his brain and unleash everything that could possibly be burdening him.

Axl sighed quietly to himself and leaned back on his palms, letting the wind bite harder at his cheeks. His eyes followed the path the cigarette would’ve taken if he could still see it—just another thing fading into the shadows below.

“You ever think maybe I don’t want to be found?” he said, voice barely above the breeze. “Maybe I come up here hoping no one will.”

You didn’t flinch. You didn’t push. You just breathed, slow and steady.

“Then why don’t you go somewhere I can’t find you?”

That made him glance your way—only for a second, but it was something. The corner of his mouth twitched like he wanted to argue, but he didn’t. Instead, he looked down at his hands like they were foreign. Like they’d done something he couldn’t remember.

“’Cause I think part of me still wants to be,” he muttered. “Found, I mean.”

The weight of those words lingered in the air like fog from his breath. You felt it wrap around the space between you. It didn’t sting, didn’t cut. It just... existed. Heavy and honest.

“You don’t have to say what’s going on,” you said softly, turning your body slightly toward him. “But you do have to stop pretending you’re the only one who can feel the ground shifting.”

Axl laughed—dry, short, more like a release of air than anything else. He ran a hand through his straight hair, fingers shaking slightly, though he tried to hide it.

"Do you think I'm a bad person?"

Axl questioned, coming out more like a confession than anything. As if it stung as the words fell from his lips.

Your heart clenched at the question—not because you didn’t know the answer, but because you knew exactly why he was asking. Because you’d seen him carry that guilt in the curve of his shoulders, in the way his eyes never quite rested. Like he was constantly preparing for a verdict he believed he’d already earned.

"Should I?"

You questioned, not because you were genuinely debating it, but purely because you wanted to see him through his view, even for just a moment. Just to see through him.

"Maybe."

He shrugged, chewing the inside of his left cheek.

"No. I don't."

You responded almost immediately without a hint of hesitation. You'd seen the social pressure the media had forced him to deal with, no matter how unaffected and unbothered he came across. He was Axl Rose, after all.

“I think you’re a person who feels too much, yet still tries to act like they're above emotion."

You responded with certainty.

Axl looked down again, jaw tightening, lips twitching like he wanted to say something, but didn’t trust himself to. The quiet between you wasn’t sharp—it was soft now, like the world had shrunk to just this rooftop, just this moment.

You sighed at his silent response. your expression softening. The kind of softness that comes when you're too tired to fight, but still too full of care to leave things unsaid.

You leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on your knees as your eyes followed the same horizon he was locked into.

“I’m heading back down,” you said quietly, the words gentle and without pressure. “

Axl didn’t answer right away. He didn’t have to. The way his body stilled told you he heard every word.

You stood slowly, brushing off the dust from the back of your sleep shorts, pausing only when you reached the edge of the roof’s old gravel. Your hand hovered by your side like it wanted to reach out again, but you didn’t.

"Promise me you'll come back to bed soon. I worry about you."

Axl’s shoulders tensed at your words—just slightly—but you caught it. You always did. He didn’t look at you, but his jaw shifted, like he was working through a response, even if he wasn’t ready to say it yet.

The wind pressed a little harder now, curling between the buildings and whipping past the rooftop with a low, hollow whistle. You pulled your jacket tighter around yourself, eyes lingering on him.

“I will,” he finally said, voice almost swallowed by the wind. “Just... not yet.”

You let out a soft breath at his words, almost in relief, the cold winter months causing a cloud of smoke to float from your lips as you did so.

With that, you turned to go, your steps slow as you crossed the roof and pushed open the rusted metal door. It creaked, as always, but you didn’t glance back—because you knew he would.

And he did.

Once you were gone, the door easing shut behind you, Axl finally looked over his shoulder. The space where you’d been sitting still held the heat of your presence, like a shadow that hadn’t faded yet. It never did. And he never wanted it to.

He sat in it a moment longer. The wind had teeth now, and the sky above was bruising at the edges—stars swallowed by thick clouds. He pulled his jacket tighter, the collar brushing his cheek, and reached into his pocket for another cigarette.

But he didn’t light it.

Instead, he stared at the unlit stick in his fingers, thinking about your voice. Your softness. The way you never asked him to be anything other than what he was, even when what he was didn’t make sense.

He stood, finally, the gravel crunching beneath his boots as he walked toward the door. He hesitated once—looking back over the city again. It was still flickering, still broken, still alive.

Just like him.

And then he disappeared down the stairwell, the door shutting behind him with a metallic clink.

You felt the shift before you heard anything. The apartment was still dark, but warmer now—like something had returned. A shadow in the hallway, a breath not your own. And when you turned over, there he was, standing in the doorway to your room, hands in his pockets, head slightly bowed.

You didn’t say anything. You just lifted the blanket.

And Axl—quiet, guarded, worn down to the bone—crossed the room and slipped in beside you.

Neither of you spoke. You didn’t need to. The only sound being the rustle of bedsheets as his arm wrapped loosely around your waist, his chin resting on the top of your head.

His breath slowed beside yours, and for the first time that night, he let the weight go. Just a little. Just enough.

Enough to finally rest.

(GUESS WHO GOT TICKETS FOR GNR IN JUNE RAAAAAAA)

(anyway I have no idea what this is and nobody asked for it, but hope you enjoy : ))

This might be a bit annoying y'all but just a reminder its on ao3, :D

Ik it's unfinished but comments and Kudos motivate me to keep going y'all.

Basically Flint Hatcherfield moves to Paris and buys the burnt remains of the Opera Garnier with plans to renovate. To leave behind a dark past is never easy. But when a certain heartbroken opera ghost gets disturbed that makes everything harder! Will romance perhaps blossom or are they both too messy for that to happen?

I promise I won't make many posts about this!

Imagine…

• You being injured by one of the Sinclair’s recent victims, the man plunging a stolen knife into your stomach, as you tried to knock him out

•Vincent finding you, with your hands already bloody from trying to put pressure on the bleeding cut in your stomach, heavily breathing

•Vincent picking you up in bridal style, after telling Bo and Lester to take care of the bastard who did is to you

•Him carrying you to the house, panicking at the thought of loosing you, since you had already passed out in his trembling arms

•Having reached the medical room of his father, Vincent carefully places you on the lounger, immediately getting to work

•Vincent has done it before, on his brothers and even on himself, but this is you… he‘s is terrified you‘ll die and he can‘t do anything about it

•Him doing a very good job stopping the bleeding and patching you up, and although you‘re still unconscious

•Vincent carrying you up to your room (which was his a while ago) and laying you in your bed, he can hear his brothers calling for him downstairs, but he can simply not move

• Him crouching down by your side, taking your smaller hand in his big ones, while Bo peeks through the door, asking how you are doing

•Vincent slowly nodding and now he‘s realising how tired he really is, lying his head on your pillow, with his lower half sitting on the floor and never letting go of your hand

•You waking up with a painful pulsing in your stomach, but there is a strange calmness in you

•You looking over to see a head of dark long hair laying on the pillow next to you, lifting your other hand, that’s not gripped by Vincent, to gently stroke over his head

•Vincent slowly opening his eye and realising you are awake, which results in him fisting the sheets and starting to cry

•You saying :“Hey, hey , Vincent I’m alright!”, at which he looks up, one eye red and teary behind the mask

•You taking his head in between you hands, thumbs stroking the waxy cheek of his mask, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his forehead

•Hearing three words through the heavy breathing of him

•I love you

Hi guys, this is my first ever story on Tumblr, let me know if I should make more of this

Love you ❤️

Edit: Please excuse the spelling and grammar mistakes, English is not my native language 😅

Heyyy

Can you do one sieun x reader finding about about her scars??

(The seonge one was really good tho)

“The Quiet Things You Hide”

Yeon Sieun x fem!reader

Angst + Hurt/Comfort, Slow Emotional Unraveling, Mutual Healing

Themes: Self-harm scars (non-active), emotional vulnerability, tender connection, comfort without judgment

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It was late evening when the tutoring session ended.

The sky outside Sieun’s apartment had gone indigo, with streaks of pale orange fading behind the buildings. You stretched with a groan, setting your pencil down and letting your head fall onto the stack of notes between you. Math equations blurred together.

Sieun just watched you quietly from his side of the low table, his expression unreadable — but not unkind.

“I’m done,” you sighed. “My brain is officially fried.”

“Understandable,” he said in that calm voice of his. “You’ve been focused for over an hour. That’s a first.”

You cracked a smile. “Don’t act like I’m a slacker.”

“I’m not. I’m just surprised.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t protest. Around Sieun, it was easy to let your guard down without even noticing it. You weren’t sure when it started — the way you felt safe around him. Maybe it was the fact that he never pressured you to talk. Never forced a smile. He was just… present, like a quiet constant.

You reached for the hoodie you had taken off earlier, chilled now from sitting so long. But when your sleeve hitched up slightly, Sieun’s eyes dropped.

Just for a second.

So fast you almost missed it.

But you didn’t.

You followed his gaze, and your stomach twisted.

The scars were faint now, pale lines that ran just below the crease of your elbow. Most days, you forgot they were even there. But seeing the flicker in Sieun’s expression — the one you had trained yourself to notice in people — made your chest tighten.

You pulled the sleeve down quickly and looked away.

Silence stretched between you. Too long. Too loud.

“I wasn’t staring,” he said softly.

You didn’t answer. You didn’t know how.

Sieun sat up straighter but didn’t move closer. He respected space, always had. Still, his gaze was steady on you — not pushing, but not avoiding it either.

“Y/N.”

You flinched. It wasn’t his tone. It was the way your name sounded when he said it — like he actually saw you, not just the version you performed for everyone else.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” he continued, “but I also don’t want to pretend I didn’t see.”

You let out a breath and turned your head toward the window, your voice low. “You probably think I’m—”

“—Human,” he cut in.

You blinked.

He leaned his forearms on his knees, fingers interlocked. “I think you’re human. I think something must’ve hurt you a lot. And I think you’re still here, which means you fought through it.”

You bit your bottom lip. Hard.

“Why aren’t you asking questions?” you whispered. “Why aren’t you trying to fix me like everyone else?”

“Because I’m not trying to fix you,” he said. “I just want to understand.”

That made you look at him again.

He met your eyes. Calm. Steady. No pity, no horror — just quiet concern.

You swallowed hard. “It was a while ago. I’m not doing it anymore.”

“I believe you.”

“But it’s still part of me.”

“I know.” He paused. “And I still want to be near you.”

You felt your throat tighten. The tears hit your eyes fast — too fast to blink them away, but you tried anyway.

“You don’t even know how bad it got.”

“I don’t need to,” he replied. “I just need you to know I’m not going anywhere.”

You didn’t know when you moved, but suddenly you were in his arms.

Not in a dramatic, movie-style fall — it was more like gravity pulled you there. Like your body just knew he was safe. Sieun tensed slightly, as if unsure what to do with you at first, but then his arms wrapped around you carefully. One hand rested on the back of your head, the other curled around your waist.

And he just held you.

Not a word.

Not a breath wasted on trying to fix anything.

You cried quietly, and he let you.

Eventually, your voice broke against his shoulder. “Do you think I’m broken?”

He shook his head against your temple. “I think you’re surviving. And that’s harder than breaking.”

You pulled back enough to see his face. He was so close — his expression soft in a way most people never got to see. His usual guarded calm melted into something else. Tenderness.

“I didn’t want you to find out like that,” you said.

“There’s no right way for something like that,” he replied. “But I’m glad I know.”

You took a slow breath. “Why?”

“Because now I can stop pretending you’re okay when you’re not. I can actually be there for you. Not the version you show people.”

Your heart cracked a little more — but this time it didn’t hurt. It felt like something letting go.

You looked down at your arm, your fingers gently covering the faded lines.

He noticed.

“You don’t have to hide them from me,” he said.

You met his gaze again, voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t think I’m… too much?”

“Y/N.” His hand reached up and gently took yours. “You’re enough. As you are. No performance. No pretending.”

There was silence again. But this time it wasn’t heavy.

It was comforting.

You stayed like that with him, sitting side by side, his hand still holding yours.

Eventually, when you both lay back on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, you let yourself breathe. Fully. Deeply. And when his fingers brushed yours again, intertwining like it was nothing, you knew something had shifted.

You weren’t alone anymore — not in the way that mattered.

Can someone please, please pretty please recommend me fics where one of the bat siblings get into a fight with Damian and say something mean and storm off, and Damian is just a little baby and starts crying. Then he's trying so hard to get his brother to talk to him, but they're ignoring him, and it starts to affect patrol, and it's just pure chaos of every other bat member to get them to talk. It eventually progresses to Damian just breaking down in front of that sibling and begging to have a conversation, because he's a child and doesn't understand, and they finally do and all is forgiven because they're family 💝.

Or you know something similar

Light in the dark

Synopsis: you never really had friends until Hinata showed up. But getting scared of the unfamiliar warmth you push him away.

Cw: nb!reader (however reader is described a nos 'pretty'), reader is dense, mutual pining but it might seem one-sided, misunderstanding, strangers to friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, Hinata might be a bit ooc at the end.

Wc: 2.3k

Not beta read!

You were a genius, excelling effortlessly in every subject, acing all your exams with ease, answering every question correctly, and turning in your homework well before deadlines.

That was initially why he asked you to tutor him (well it might have been because of his crush on you as well). You were Hinata’s classmate— pretty, a bit quieter than most, and hella smart. So he was understandably a bit nervous when he walked up to your desk. His cheeks flushed as he cleared his throat and asked if you could help him understand some of the material for the upcoming exam. When you looked up at him and gave a brief, curt nod his heart pounded a little faster.

That was the beginning of your study sessions. Twice a week, after school or during free periods, you met up at the quiet corner of the library and you would help him with his studies.

Now, of course Hinata was grateful for your help, but he found it surprisingly hard to concentrate on the lessons rather than on your face—your calm expression, the way your eyes focused intently on the book or notes in front of you. But after you gave him a good smack on the back of his head for not paying attention, he tried much harder to actually listen to your explanations.

As the weeks went by, your study sessions became a regular part of Hinata’s routine. He started to look forward to them—not just because he was eager to talk to you more, but because he wanted to actually improve his grades and make you proud, impress you. You were patient— well, mostly patient—explaining concepts in a way that made even the most confusing topics seem manageable. Hinata found himself enjoying your company a lot. He started noticing how your eyes lit up when you finally saw him understand something new. How your voice softened when you explained a tricky problem. And despite his initial nervousness, Hinata found himself relaxing around you more and more. He even started sitting next to you during lunch. You didn’t talk much, but he didn’t mind filling the silence himself. Sometimes he’d ramble about volleyball, trying to share his passion, maybe impress you with all his tricks. He even invited you to come see his practice matches. You always nodded along and if he got really lucky you would smile at a joke he cracked.

So, It was safe to say that Hinata considered you a friends.And deep down, he hoped that maybe, just maybe, you thought of him as more than just a student needing help

One afternoon, after a particularly long session on calculus, Hinata packed up his things slowly, rubbing the back of his head where you had given him a gentle but firm slap earlier.

“Thanks for helping me,” he grinned, “I really appreciate it.”

You looked up from your notes and offered a small, rare smile. “No problem. Just don’t forget the formulas. I’m going to give you a quiz next week”.

Hinata chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah… I’ll try my best.”, he hesitated again before speaking.

“Hey… um… do you wanna grab some snacks or something? My treat!”

You blinked a few times, your face expressionless, before responding,

“We just ate though.”

Hinata’s face fell slightly, but he quickly recovered with a sheepish smile. “Oh… right. Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

For the smartest person in the library, you were astonishingly dense when it came to certain social cues or obvious hints. And sure, Hinata had encountered very dense people before—he saw Kageyama every day, after all. And he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed himself. But your level of obliviousness completely baffled him.

“Y’know, If I could choose anyone to be my teacher forever, it’d be you. You’re so cool and smart and awesome!” he says, trying to fill the awkward silence you didn’t seem to notice. He gestures animatedly, trying to make his words feel natural, but there's a hint of nervousness behind his enthusiasm. His eyes sparkle with admiration, though he remains blissfully unaware of the subtle reaction—or lack thereof—from his tutor.

“Thank you but I sincerely hope that you won’t be needing a tutor for that long.” You simply shrugged.

Now Hinata was as stubborn as he was determined, and that meant he wasn’t giving up on trying to ask you out. You hadn’t exactly rejected him, so he still had a chance, right?

The next day, Hinata arrived a little later than usual, a bright smile stretched across his face, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. He calls out your name as he spots you at your usual table, earning a threatening look from the librarian. He completely ignores her, his steps were light and eager as he made his way toward your usual table. He fidgeted slightly with his sleeve, trying to contain his excitement.

You greet him as he sits down next to you.

“Hi! Sorry I’m a bit late. Also did you hear there’s a new movie coming out this weekend? I happen to have two tickets for it!” He says all in one breath, almost radiating in excitement. His voice was loud enough to turn a few heads, but he paid no mind.

You gave him a smile, barely noticeable, “I see. I hope you have fun with the friend you’re going with.”

Hinata blinked several times in confusion, tilting his head slightly as if trying to process what you just said.

“Friend? Wha- No, I meant— Ah, nevermind…”

He hesitated for a moment before realizing it was too late; you had already opened your textbooks and turned your attention back to studying, leaving Hinata sitting there with a slightly awkward expression.

The sun had long dipped below the horizon, casting a soft twilight over the school grounds. The air grew cooler as you both stepped outside, your footsteps echoing softly on the pavement..Your study session had stretched out for longer than usual and it was getting dark already. Hinata looked up at the sky before glancing at you with a soft smile.

“The moon is really beautiful today, huh?” he said softly, trying to sound casual. He mentally cringed at how cheesy it sounded but hoped maybe you’d finally catch on.

You looked up as well, tilting your head slightly. After a moment of silence, you shrugged lightly, “Seems the same as always to me.”

“Ahaha.. yeah, I guess you’re right..Hey, aren’t you cold? Let me give you my jersey!”

“No need, I have a jacket in my bag.” You shook your head gently, reaching into your bag to pull out your jacket.

Hinata sighed deeply, a faint frown crossing his face as he looked down at his shoes. His shoulders sagged just slightly. He had been trying so hard all day to get your attention, to find some way to make you see how much he liked you.

Maybe… maybe you just weren’t interested after all.

He forced a bright smile again and nodded cheerfully before waving at you as you parted ways.

That was the moment he started growing distant. The change was subtle at first, almost easy to overlook..

As you entered the classroom, you glanced around, expecting to hear Hinata’s voice call out your name while he cheerfully waved as usual, but he was already seated at his desk, head down, eyes focused on his notebook.

During lunch, the lively chatter and shared jokes that once filled your table were replaced by silence, before he stopped sitting next to you at the empty cafeteria table altogether.

When break time came, you instinctively reached for your wallet and looked toward the vending machine, expecting him to offer to buy you juice like he always did. But he didn’t. Instead, he simply stayed in his seat, fixed on his phone or talking to his other classmates.

The most noticeable shift was in your study sessions. Once a regular routine where Hinata eagerly arrived early, now was missing. The last few times, he was nowhere to be seen when you arrived.

The first time it happened you reached out with a “where are you?” message to which he responded with Volleyball practice is taking longer today, won’t make it today. Sorry :( ”.

Hinata always made an effort to be there; that was unusual.

A few days later, another message appeared:

“Can’t come today.” It was brief, almost dismissive.

And then it turned into no response to your texts at all. No explanations. You stared at your phone, feeling a mix of worry and confusion. Have you done something wrong? Was he avoiding you? You sighed softly, glancing at the empty chair across from you in the study corner.

You were never good at expressing your feelings. You were always quiet, closed off, cold, never really speaking your mind. It took a long time for you to open up to someone, and most people didn’t have the patience for that. That’s why you didn’t really have friends. Most days, you moved through school like a ghost in the background. You had a few acquaintances—people who said hi in passing or shared notes—but no one you could really call a friend. Not someone you could confide in or lean on when things got tough.

That was until Hinata appeared. Bright-eyed, eager to talk, quick to smile—even when others might have ignored him. He didn’t seem to mind your quietness; instead, he seemed to see past it. He approached you without hesitation, always trying to include you in conversations or activities. His genuine kindness was something you weren’t used to, and at first, it made you uncomfortable—like an unfamiliar warmth that you didn’t quite know how to handle.

You still struggled to find the right words sometimes. When classmates asked about your weekend or how you felt about a test, you’d respond with a quiet shrug or a simple nod. But Hinata always listened patiently, never rushing you.

it took time for you to trust him with even small things. Yet somehow, he never pushed too hard or made you feel pressured. Somehow, you grew to like him.

He became more than just someone who sat beside you in class or helped with homework; he became the reason why maybe someday, opening up wouldn’t be so terrifying after all.

Except now he was gone. Did he grow tired of you just like everyone else did? You feared everything would go back to how it was before—living in the shadows, avoiding conversations, hiding behind silence because it was easier than risking rejection or pain.

You took a deep breath and tried to gather your thoughts. Inside, you battled conflicting feelings—fear of losing him forever and hope that somehow, things could be fixed. You wanted to understand why he left—and if there was any chance to bring him back.

You stood up from your seat at the library and headed straight to the gym.

Confrontation was never your strongest quality, but you couldn’t risk losing the only person who cared for you.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you pushed open the door, each step feeling heavier than the last. Tears started dwelling in your eyes, you tried blinking them away. Your mind was racing, trying to figure out what went wrong, trying to remember what you could have said to upset him. Did you push him away without meaning to? Did you do something that offended him?

You didn’t realize that you were already walking up to the gym until the door swung open, causing you to snap out of your thoughts.

Hinata's eyes met yours as his smile faltered. The silence stretched between you two before he finally spoke, his voice quiet,

“Why—why are you here?”

You swallowed hard, trying to find the right words.

“Because I don’t want to lose you.”

There was another long pause of silence but you forced yourself to continue,

“Why did you leave me…?” Your voice trembled slightly, but your gaze stayed steady. This really wasn’t easy for you—far from it—yet this moment felt necessary.

Hinata looked away for a second, his jaw tightening as he struggled with his own feelings. The air between you was thick. He looked back at you, his expression guilty.

“I… I thought I was bothering you,” he admitted softly, his voice trembling. “I thought you didn’t want me near you anymore. So I… I left because I didn’t want to be a burden.”

His eyes searched yours, seeking some sign of understanding.

You took a step closer, your voice gentle,

“I just… I didn’t know how to tell you how much you mean to me. And I was scared of losing you—so scared that I might have pushed you away without even realizing it.”

You paused, feeling the weight of everything you needed to say. “Please don’t think I don’t care. Because I do—more than anything.”

Hinata took a slow, hesitant step forward, his eyes fixed on yours.

“I never wanted to hurt you. I just… I was scared too. Scared of losing what we had, scared of being too much.” His voice cracked slightly.

You both stood there for a moment longer, holding onto each other’s gaze.

Then, almost instinctively, you both spoke at the same time— “I’m sorry.”

Hinata’s expression mirrored your shock. For a moment, neither of you moved.

Suddenly, Hinata’s face broke into a soft, nervous smile. Without thinking, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you in a gentle hug. You felt his warmth and hesitated for just a second before returning the embrace.

He let out a surprised chuckle, a sound that was both nervous and relieved. “Wow,” he whispered softly into your hair. “Guess we’re both sorry… maybe that’s a good place to start.”

A/n: Yes the name is a reference to Luxiem 🤭

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