#and his ✨️trauma✨️

[babyblankyerror]

You know what would be really fucked up great? If Stanley's mind didn't really develop after he was kicked out. So he was just mentally 17 which wouldn't be too great for someone living in las calles✨️

It'd be also great for a Mystery Trio fic- Ford and Fidds taking care of Stan :3

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Ectoberhaunt Day 13

Isekai: Old Hero New World

[ljubimaya]

Family lore drops are so crazy sometimes. I was in the shower and suddenly remembered how my grandpa told me about his dad being deported to Kazakhstan during WW2

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Timberlina is taking over my dumb goop brain, fucking asshole

[demonbloodenthusiast]

team free will going back home from a hunt with the windows down to air out baby from the smell the corpses left behind from having to put them in the backseat (since there wasn't enough space in the trunk) listening to taylor swift cause it's jack's turn in music and dear john comes on... and then cut to these four grown ass mfs absolultely loosing their collective shit screaming along to it from the top of their lungs because ✨️daddy issues✨️

[overly-distressed-mouse]

One of my friends of like 7 years is finally starting to be able to read my body language (albeit not completely accurate 100% of the time but he's doing great anyways) and the other day this bitch comes up to me, aware of the fact I was anxious?? Without my explicitly telling him????

So I dragged him to the store after and bought myself anti-anxiety Jolly Ranchers

[softmeetscreatureplz]

YESSSSSS

nothinggg better than torturing an emotionally repressed character until every single trauma they've ever refused to process starts spilling uncontrollably out of the cracks. like a matryoshka doll situation of repressed trauma and baby you better believe i'm going in there with a hammer

[insertdragonpun]

For the sake of my sanity I have decided to draw a personalized bunny costume for every character I animate.

Outfits are hard, and I'd like the surprise of finding a bunny costume layer in the reference canvas

One of these outfits is a full set of armor

The sanity bunny costume is required, or else Im gonna have a breakdown before I even think about the semester finals in a month.

[artificii-in-ceata]

This is so Laurențiu core it hurts. Yes this mindset comes to bite him back eventually

[talekinesis]

Headcanon that Jason hated taking pills as a kid, partially due to trauma from being on the streets, but mostly because he's like 10 and they're just yucky

But he's also a kid with ✨️allergies✨️

And Bruce has tried everything. Bribing, begging, being stern, bargaining, everything.

But one day he gets the brilliant idea to hide the pill in a snack and give it to him then, and what do you know, it fucking works

And that's just how he continues to sneak allergy pills into Jason's system

Until Dick catches him and can't stop laughing because, "That's how you give dogs medicine."

And Bruce is mortified at the realization that he's been treating his son like a dog.. But like, it works, regardless, and it's the only thing that works

Years and a pit later, Jason's an adult and his allergies are acting up again so he asks Bruce if he has any allergy meds, and out of pure muscle memory, Bruce reaches for the snack cabinet before he stops and remembers that Jason's an adult now, so he just grabs the medicine bottle and tosses it to him

And that's when it finally clicks for Jason that everytime Bruce gave him a 'random treat,' as a child, it was deception

And he's never felt more betrayed

[mixingandmelting]

Hey! So kinda new here but I LOVED your take on how they would react to their s/o thinking Damian's adorable. Everytime he comes up I get in full protective older sister mode and it is so hard to find fics like that (kinda thinking about writing it myself). But I would really love to see how do you think it would be for Damian to meet his brothers' partners and actually get along with them.

All his life he's been mostly surrounded by terribly traumatized people who seem to be allergic to express their feelings (most of the times at least), it's always been hard for him to actually be a kid. So I think that maybe meeting a person he can trust, is kind of mentally stable and just fun to talk to would actually allow him to let his guard down a bit. Not saying he would act fully like a child bc you know ✨️trauma✨️ but idk I guess it would be interesting to see him feeling safe and not needing to prove himself or put on the whole "I'm not a kid" act

Anyway, english is not my first language so I do apologize if that paragraph is just a big mess and hopefully you could actually understand my rambling, sorry about that too.

A/N: treating it as a prequel to the aforementioned post here!

w/ Dick:

He heard about you. From Oracle, Steph, Tim, even Jon. Yet despite what they told him, he held no expectations for you. Just with Starfire, he saw you as temporary, a flame soon to be put out like his brother’s other exes. 

And he made sure to let you, meeting you for the first time in the Manor when the two of you coincidentally are left alone to chill in the living room on your day visiting the place. 

“I hope you realize you’re not Richard’s first nor will you be his last.” The teen states. His eyes never leave the page he’s currently on regarding the etiology of cows as he sits on the couch across from you. 

“And?” 

…And? 

He continues to insult you, questioning if you were truly unable to comprehend what he’s trying to get at only to suddenly find himself debating with you about what Batcow’s breed could possibly be. 

“You can’t rule out all dairy cattle when certain breeds are also brought to the slaughter house.” 

“That’s true but considering her size, she would be leaning towards beef cattle. Also there are certain breeds that have the red and white coat like hers.” 

How it happens, he doesn’t know. Especially when his goal was to exert his superiority, doing everything he can to get under your skin to show he’s above you. But you don’t bat an eyelash to anything he says. Rather, you’re wanting to know more about him, responding to him how you would respond to anyone else who is similar age as you. 

And it seems like he isn’t the only one to have realized how quickly he’s gotten comfortable with you once you got dragged out for a “girls talk” by the girls. Whatever that is. 

“I thought you didn’t want to get along?” Dick asks, entering the room and plopping himself right next to the youngest Bat. 

“More like your s/o is either non-human or can manipulate the mind.” Damian scowls and swats at the offending hand that attempts to ruffle his hair. 

But even without the knowing smirk the eldest shoots at him, he knows that isn’t the case. 

So when you promise you’d bake sweets whenever the two of you meet, he takes you up for it. Now he uses it to his advantage to annoy his older sibling whenever he comes over to visit, enjoying how the eldest son of the family miserably sulks for having your attention taken away from him. 

w/ Jason:

It’s either you’re a saint or lacking a brain. That’s what he assumes when the eldest of the family yells to everyone in the Batcave that their second oldest brother, the trouble-maker and black sheep of the family, had finally found himself a significant other.

He most definitely didn’t expect you to be… collected and reserved when he casually breaks into Todd’s unit to demand for assistance (it’s not him needing help), only for his eyes to meet wide and surprise yours. 

“Who are you?”

“Uh, I should be the one to say that to you.  Not the other way around buddy.”

Shots are fired, both sides fully suspicious of each other with him trying to exert dominance while you manage to counter and land hits of your own in the battle of words. And to the bitter end, he will never admit how he’s thrown off guard and has his pride extremely hurt at the very start, your eyes’ glint and your voice vocalizing recognition as whom, what Todd apparently refers to him as, “the pain in the ass” before he was able to realize you’re the s/o Richard had been talking about (the argument he gives later on after gloating to family how he was the first to actually to meet you was how he didn’t think Todd would be dating someone normal considering all his history with others and hook-ups). 

As it should be known when putting two stubborn people in the same room, it’s either go big or go home. That’s why he sits down at the table and drinks the cup of tea you place in front of him. The one that you made in the midst of the verbal argument which “only” you refuse to back down despite there already being a winner. Not because you give him snacks and you’re decent with steeping tea with loose leaf tea. 

The argument shifts to gossiping, and soon, Jason arrives while the two of you spill the tea with each other regarding the latest Batfamily’s love-drama. 

“Oh, you’re back!” 

The way Damian nearly does a double take at the sight of the man genuinely smiling with joy, captivation, and enamor though it only lasts for a second at him noticing who else was sitting at the table with you. He’s glad to say the least he’s able to find someone he could gossip about his family’s dilemma with romance while gleefully able to get at the man for all the times his buttons were pushed. 

w/ Tim:

Trust Drake to keep you hidden for this long, successfully in completely masking your presence from the whole family. He didn’t even know you existed, nonetheless Drake having a significant other in general,  leaving him to quite literally not have an opinion on you. 

The only way he finds out is the person in question kissing who he now knows is you purely by accident where the two of you were in the middle of a date and he was subbing in for patrol. He had the biggest grin when witnessing all this as he realized he just got his hand on his nemesis’ biggest weakness (he does make a face at the public display of affection though). And what better way to cement it by finding out more about you. 

As per tradition, the first thing he does is follow you to where you live. Then proceed to break in and wait for you to come home the following week. 

“You’re Drake’s significant other?” 

“What the fuc-fudge, why is there a kid in my apartment?!” 

He gets fed up and presses harder with the interrogation as you won’t stop calling him kid, kiddo, bud, and worst of all: sport. He’ll give it to you how you don’t easily bend to peer-pressure, keeping the playing field even and leveled where you ask him back questions of your own. But he doesn’t fall for your tactics to sidetrack him when offering refreshments and beverages. 

What’s your relation with Timothy Jackson Drake, how long have you known him, where did you meet him. The strange part is how you answer them truthfully. Sure you keep to the barebones, which he would ask a follow up if he deems as “important” but now he’s questioning Drake’s tastes in people, wondering if the latter is into those without awareness. 

“You do realize you’re giving out information to someone you just met, right?” He crosses his arms, an eyebrow raised. It’s not out of concern for the two of you, he’s merely mocking how weak the relationship seems to be. He tilts his head when you suddenly look sheepish, almost bashful. 

“Well…about that…” 

It’s starting then things don’t go as planned. One, you had already known about him as the “demon spawn” who had taken the position of Robin.  And two, the two of you start bonding over knowing your BF’s most humiliating moments.

It gives Damian the greatest satisfaction to see how his sibling’s facial expression falls into horror as he slams the door open only to see him in the middle of writing notes on the one story of how he attempted to skate through the rain to impress you and fail.

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

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Gene Kelly (Singin’ in the Rain, An American in Paris, The Pirate)—It’s hard to know where to start with Gene Kelly because he did so, so much, of such a high quality, from the ballet scenes in “An American in Paris” to the classy suave movie star act of “Singin’ in the Rain” to the incredibly camp, sexy “The Pirate”. He just never stopped finding cool ways to do things and he’s just brilliant to watch, especially when he’s dancing, but even when he’s doing drama or being silly! He’s one of those guys who could genuinely do it all and just radiates charisma through the screen, literally an #icon in every sense of the word.

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[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

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"he’s such a himbo sunshine boy in my fair lady"

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Gene Kelly propaganda:

"he was genuinely kind and supportive to judy garland when she was going through a rough time. she was having heavy trauma/addiction responses in 'Summer Stock' which led to her being late all the time and being too scared to come on set, and he actually faked twisting his ankle to distract everyone from her and give her some time off! so yeah, maybe he was a hardass, but when his friend needed him he was 100% there for her, and I think that's worth noting."

[woantohae]

Nothing's gonna stop us now || (Void x reader x Sentry)

Summary: Y/N is pulled into the Void by the dark entity that takes over Bob. The team prepares to go after her, while Y/N and Void seem to get a little closer. But at the same time, the past and traumas can be revived.

Author's note: I'm counting down the days until Thunderbolts* comes out, I'm so excited and I need more and more new trailers and teasers!!✨️ This movie will definitely surprise us.

On the other hand, this is a continuation of the Thunderbolts series, based on scenes from the new teaser that came out. Here we finally explore the Void.

Hope you like it! 💌

Everything was dark.

Y/N was stranded in complete darkness, unable to see anything that would indicate where she might be. It's cold, empty and void. She thinks it might be one of her many nightmares. Usually, darkness surrounded her and took her back to her worst memories of everything she had to endure.

Her heart was beating hard, but she was strong and fearless on the outside; she didn't want to look defenseless. She hopes the team can find her, but the girl's sure it will take a while, because she herself didn't know where she was, to begin with. After a few seconds, she begins to hear footsteps getting closer and closer to her, and feels a presence behind her. Suddenly her vision clears and she seems to appear in front of the door of a laboratory. She swallows hard as she remembers what it is and her hair stands on end.

"A lot of memories, huh?" he asks behind her back.

Y/N falls silent and hears a mocking laugh from beside her. Void stares at her with his body turned towards her, putting his arms behind his back.

"It must have been difficult for little Y/N to be experimented on for her..." he approaches her ear to whisper "abilities"

Y/N shakes her head, while Void smirks. Inside the girl feels nauseous and a cold that suddenly envelops her.

"Do you want to destabilize me? Is that your purpose with us?" She tries to sound firm, but feels her voice shake a little. "What do you want?"

Void stands in front of her and suddenly the girl feels his dark gaze piercing her soul. He hardens his gaze, raising his hand and caressing her cheek, watching as Y/N slightly moves away from him.

"We're not so different. You and I," he answers as he begins to walk around her, as if she were his prey . "I've noticed since Bob met you all the pain that consumes you from the inside. Your past that condemns you, even though you move forward. Even if avoid your fears."

Y/N licks her lips. She decides that it's pointless to use her powers for now, since he can easily use them against her, so she decides to play along.

"What do you gain from all this?" she asks. Void stops in front of her again and smiles coldly at her again.

"A companion," he replies. "Someone who will help me, accompany me, and... share the same desires as me."

"What would those wishes be? If we're not supposed to be so different, like you said" she asks.

Void answers her seriously, while Y/N hears the door open and notices a person in a chair with her hands and feet tied. Long black hair covers the person's face, but she knows who it is.

"Having total control of our lives" he says in the girl's ear, while he is behind her "But first we must face our fears"

Y/N is alarmed as soon as she feels Void gently push her into the room and face one of her greatest fears.

Being seen as a monster.

She turns to Void, but he disappears leaving her completely alone with her past. After that, she begins to pound on the door with all her might. She uses her powers to try to find a way out or make one to escape from there, but it's impossible.

She decides that the most reasonable thing to do—and the only thing she can do now—is to face her past. So letting out a sigh and trying to calm her breathing, she turns around finding herself trapped in the chair.

Reliving all the pain she remembers as if she never managed to escape.

If she could escape and defeat it once, she could do it again. Her heart was still racing after being able to face such a memory that tormented her.

She had fought off a few more before Void appeared at her side again, grinning from ear to ear. It was true that he enjoyed the situation, because he fed off of people's fear. But even with a dark soul, deep in his heart, Void felt a bit sorry for the girl.

Void was not in the habit of obsessing over people. He wanted to see them suffer and fall into the void of their own fears, thus being able to grow stronger with each fearful soul, advancing further until achieving his goal: having total control of Bob's body.

"I see you've been able to get through all this," he announces. "You should be proud of yourself."

"How much longer will you keep me here?" she asks softly.

Void raises an eyebrow.

"You don't like my company?" Void pouts and sighs in mock pain. "And here I thought we were beginning to be friends."

Y/N smirks and doesn't look away this time.

"If you didn't want to destroy me mentally, maybe I'd give you a chance," she admits, then shrugs, "I'm very friendly. Especially to those I care about"

Void turns his back and a smile curves his lips, thinking about how interesting he finds the girl, even though he shouldn't. It's as if an invisible magnetic force is trying to draw him to her and wants to explore all her fears and pains in order to—perhaps—take them away from her. That's ridiculous even thinking about it, he thinks to himself.

"Your friends are here," he announces, and a hint of hope and reassurance spreads through Y/N's chest. "But it won't be easy for them to find you."

He vanishes in the corners of the dark. And although Y/N ​​didn't really crave his company, she seemed to need it now, immersed in loneliness. And after a few seconds, Y/N's surroundings begin to transform into a place she knows very well. A place where she felt safe, or rather a person made her feel safe.

Dieter. An old friend.

Void disappears, leaving her alone in the room filled with clothes, suits, and fabrics scattered everywhere. She feels her eyes water with tears as she sees that everything is just as the boy had arranged it when he was alive.

"No," she murmurs shaking her head.

A chill runs down her spine as she feels someone breathing near her neck, so she quickly turns around, finding nothing but a copy of the suit she is wearing. The battle suit and the green crown that Dieter made for her. But it's all covered in blood.

Suddenly, she feels someone's arms pull and imprison her without her being able to move. She struggles, entering into desperation.

"You killed me" they whisper in her ear, before they throw her to the floor and thousands of fabrics begin to tie her body so that she does not escape easily.

If them were metal, she would have freed herself already. In front of her appears the blond —Dieter— who accompanied her when she needed him the most. Then, her sister Wanda and Pietro appear. But the three of them have a horrible and putrid appearance, as if they had come out of the grave.

"It's your fault" Wanda whispers in a creepy voice.

Y/N shakes her head repeatedly, wanting to run away from the place. She can't take it anymore.

"No, no, no. I didn't...." she whispers.

Dieter takes it upon himself to bring his dirty, wounded hands up to Y/N's neck and begin to choke her.

Void watches all of this from the darkness of the room and the scenario he creates for her. He should be enjoying this, but he can't quite do it. However, the dark entity sees the desperation in the girl's soul and can't help but feel something stir inside him.

He doesn't like this feeling. Because it's new for him.

Why?

"Please" she begs crying, tears falling down her cheeks "I'm sorry. Please.... i didn't do it. It wasn't my fault"

Void clenches his jaw and stares intently at the scene before his eyes and thinks that it's too much, so he decides to stop it, and is shocked by the decision he has just made.

For the first time ever.

What was going on with him?

Void feels Sentry starting to fight him, so he must get away from the place immediately and take care of it —more like him. Not without giving the girl one last look.

...

Y/N sits on the ground and catches her breath, moving as far away from what was once the nightmare as possible. Suddenly, she feels arms around her and screams in fear trying to free herself.

"Hey, hey. It's me. Bucky" says the voice.

Y/N turns to find the black haired man besides her and the notices the rest of the team with faces relieved to find her, but as if they had been recently traumatized too. She touches his arms and feels that he is real, so she lets her friend hug her.

"We came for you" says Yelena besides her on her knees.

Y/N smiles gratefully at her and the others.

As if regaining her memory, she looks around and tries to find a sign of Void, but he's not there. And she doesn't feel his presence either. But she is surprised to see Bob in a gold and blue suit, with a slightly more confident posture.

"Bob?" she asks.

He walks over to her and kneels down beside her.

"He won't hurt you anymore," he promises in a confident voice.

Y/N frowns and shakes her head, not quite understanding.

"I don't understand. Where is he? Will he come back? Why....?" she asks.

Bob takes her hand to try to calm her down.

"We took care of him while he had you prisoner of your traumas" John answers behind Bucky's back "Well, Bob took care of him"

Y/N looks at the blue-eyed man and he tells her with his gaze that it's true.

"Each one of us had to go through the same thing, Y/N" Ava points out softly in her voice "But we're okay now. Now that we're together"

"As a team" Yelena says.

"As a family" Alexei corrects.

A small smile forms on her lips.

Then her eyes travel to Bob who is still holding her hand. A look of guilt paints his face.

"I'm sorry for what I put you through. What he put you through" he says sincerely. "I promise you that I will control it."

The girl nods with her head, finally shaking her hand with his, and understanding that it is not his fault. She still doesn't know who Bob really is, or what Void wanted of her — with her— or if they are the same person. But one thing she was sure of for now.

She had a team that would be there for her, and help her get through this when she never had anyone to do it before.

Perhaps, a family?

No, they were still very far from it.

But that was enough for now.

....

And Void was also far away, watching her. In the dark, the void.

Waiting. For her.

And longing to be able to meet her again.

Be close to her again.

Be with her.

Part IV

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₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟPile 1:

Hi Pile 1! This person will not enter your life through Instagram or TikTok, not anything like that, I feel like they kinda hate it honestly, maybe they dont even have social media; they have quite an unique energy tbh. They have a look that makes you turn your head and think "Who's that?", but with such an enigmatic vibe that you don't even know if they even realized you existed. But they did. They observe. They take their time. They're not much of a talker, but when they do, every word seems really important, everything has a meaning with them. You don't know if they're flirting or analyzing you, which its kinda funny, i see you all confused about them and it can make you a little bit stressed (in a good way). They leave you confused but wanting more. And then the chase begins. Not with flowers or grand gestures. With details you don't even know how to notice: they remember you don't like cilantro (if you dont like cilantro for real, shout out to you bc thats what im getting) , they save you the last piece of cake, they help you with something without saying anything, and then they disappear as if nothing happened. At first, you think they're very cold. You tell yourself you don't want to get involved. But when you get to know them better, you realize: they're someone with a lot going on inside. They don't show it out of fear, habit, trauma, whatever. But with you, things slip out. Long glances. Overly personal comments. Confessions that spill out unintentionally, i feel like thay are someone who is more private but with you they find themselves sharinh things without even noticing, you have something about you that makes them just drop their trust issues. And you start to see something that intrigues you more than any cheap chatter. They'll be constant, but in their own way. They'll make you feel seen, cared for, protected, without shouting it out. Until one day, without realizing how you got there, you're sitting across from them, looking at them as if they were your longtime best friend, and you know that they're just as scared as you are about this feelings. But they will stay with you right there, and a really beautiful realtionship will blossom <3. They are so sweet, honestly, its giving Edward Cullen in the best way possible, twilight might be important too.

₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟPile 2:

Hi pile 2! This energy is just so light, Pile 2, this person its so fun. It starts off easy. Chatting, laughter, support. You tell them your romantic dramas, they listen without judgment, and laughs when you say that no one's worth it anymore. You two may start out as friends, but they'll be thinking about you ALL THE TIME, believe me. And one day everythings changes, i feel like it will be so CLEAR for everyone that you two are in love, except for you two. Ayways, they give you a hug that lasts half a second longer than usual. They look at you as if they don't see you the same way anymore. And you feel it. But you get scared. Because if they were your friend, what do you do with this now? They start making comments they didn't say before. They take a little more interest in your personal life. They offer help without you asking. They listen to you as if you're the only thing that matters. And without saying it, they start showing up everywhere you are. Not out of necessity. Out of choice. Because they want to see you well (this oerson is honestly an angel pile 2, soo good for you). Because they're starting to like the way you laugh. The way you think. The way you live. When they finally decide to take the plunge, it won't be with a picture-perfect romantic declaration. It'll be something simple, almost casual, on an ordinary day. But you'll be ready. Because you've been wondering for a while. Because deep down you knew this wasn't "just friendship." And when you kiss for the first time, you feel that this is IT, that finally, someone truly knows you and still chooses you. That love doesn't have to hurt. That sometimes, they're right there next to you, making you laugh like it's nothing <3. This person is giving me Jim Halpert from the office vibes, you two can have a Jim-Pam kind of story, i honestly loved channel this so much, im wishing you two the best, send the weeding invitation pile 2!

₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟPile 3:

Hi pile 3! Oooh my dearest pile 3, this story starts just when you think it's over. When you say "I'm not looking for anything else" and the universe laughs in your face and sends you this person who appears as if you had manifested them by accident (you could have tho, i feel your manifestation skills are on point). Suddenly you're going about your life, relaxed, and boom: someone speaks to you with such fresh, joyful energy that you don't even realize you're already liking them in two seconds. And it's not that they're coming with a plan to win you over. They're just who they are. They make you laugh without even trying. They say lovely things to you without even realizing it. They look at you with a frightening honesty because there's no ulterior motive, just desire. A desire to get to know you. A desire to share. A desire to be with you. And you, who were comfortable in your bubble, start to open up without realizing it. This person pursues you with authenticity. They invite you to random things. They send you beautiful songs. They tell you what they think without a filter, and they don't hold anything back. They're the kind who writes "I like you" and isn't embarrassed to death. They tell you they miss you and mean it. They don't need to make a fuss to keep you interested. They just make you want to stay. And when you see them interact with life, with their friends, with their family, with you, you understand that they're not faking. That it's not a mask to fall in love. It's simply them. And that kind of truth, that kind of light, is what makes you trust again. And just like that, without looking for it, without planning it, without expecting it… you fall. And you say thank you. Because finally this person feels like exactly what you needed, when you most thought it no longer existed (btw im so sorry if you had bad romantic expiriences before, non of them were your fault and you deserve all the love in the world pilr 3, sending you my love <3). You will be glowing with this person pile 3, and they will worship the ground you walk in, LITERALLY.

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[connorsui]

“Believing in love”

Sylus x fem! reader

Synopsis: Amidst the dazzling lights of a futuristic city, you confront your fears of love

Genre/warnings: Angst with a Happy Ending, soft sylus, reader who doesn't believe in the concept of love, emotional trauma, vulnerability, discussions of betrayal, past trauma for reader, sylus just wants to love you for you and nothing else, hurt/Comfort, emotional healing, small fluff, slow burn, hints of trust issues

Note: okaaayyyyyyy I went overboard this was originally going to be a short imagine ..like maybe five hundred words or less with the concept: “I don't believe in love” and “I'll show you what it can be” – I wasn't planning on this to be a full fledged one shot…but hey …I ain't gonna complain any further my brain is just doing its job ✨️

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The city hums beneath you, a symphony of noise and light, but your mind is far from the chaos below. You keep your gaze fixed on the skyline, as if it holds the answers you can’t seem to find. Beside you, Sylus’ breath is ragged, his desperation barely concealed as he clings to your wrist. You can feel the tremble in his fingers despite the firmness of his grip, as though he’s trying to hold you together—or perhaps, to keep you from drifting away.

“Why do you always attempt to leave me? What is it that I’m doing wrong?” His voice is soft, almost pleading, a rare break in his usually stoic demeanor. He’s searching your face for something—anything—but you remain still, letting the weight of his words hang in the air.

He clutches you tighter, not forcefully, but in a way that tells you he’s afraid you might vanish into the night, just like the countless times before. The emptiness in your silence gnaws at him, but you can’t bring yourself to say anything.

“Sweetheart…” His voice cracks, the word nearly lost in the wind. “I’m not one to beg, but if it means I’ll get an answer from you, then I’ll lower myself.”

You glance down as you hear the rustle of fabric, your eyes catching the sight of Sylus sinking to one knee. A proud man, reduced to pleading. The weight of his devotion presses down on you, suffocating in ways you hadn’t expected.

“I wish for an answer. Any answer from you.”

But still, you say nothing. The flood of emotions you’ve buried for so long stirs within you, threatening to overwhelm. The city lights blur in your vision, turning into a kaleidoscope of glowing orbs, and suddenly, your throat tightens. You want to speak, but the words are tangled in your chest, caught in the rising tide of emotion.

“It’s… it’s not that I wish to ignore everything you’ve done,” you start, your voice shaky and weak, barely audible over the rushing wind. “It doesn’t mean I hate you, or that you're not trying hard enough. I care for you. I do.”

Your breath hitches, your heart pounding against your ribs, as tears, hot and unrelenting, streak down your face.

“I want to love you, Sylus. I want to be near you every day, to feel what it means to love someone, to truly understand it. But I…” Your voice cracks, the word foreign on your tongue. Your chest tightens, the familiar sting of betrayal flashing in your mind, the memories you’ve fought so hard to suppress now rushing back in vivid detail.

Before you can break down any further, Sylus pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you like a shield from the world. His warmth seeps into you, steadying you amidst the storm inside.

“Shhh… it’s alright. Come here.”

His voice is soothing, and for a moment, you let yourself relax in his hold. You breathe out slowly, though each exhale feels labored. Your chest rises and falls as you try to calm the sobs threatening to tear through you. His hands gently cradle your face as he wipes the tears away with the pad of his thumb, his touch delicate but firm, as if assuring you he won’t let go.

“I’m scared…” Your words spill out between quiet gasps, your chest heaving as you finally let out the weight you’ve carried for so long. “I’m so scared, Sylus. I’ve loved before, countless times… and neither time was it ever given back.”

Sylus' embrace tightens, his chin resting atop your head as he rocks you gently. His voice, though calm, carries a raw edge of determination, as though he’s willing his words into reality.

“I can show you what it can be,” he whispers against your ear. “I’ll show you what love should feel like, what it should be… No one in this entire city is more deserving of that than you.”

His hand rests against your back, moving in slow, soothing circles.

“I just need you to believe in me. let me show you that I can give you the love you’ve been searching for.”

You close your eyes, the weight of his words settling into your chest, pushing against the wall you’ve built around your heart. For a moment, there’s only the sound of your breathing, the quiet murmur of the city below, and the cold wind that carries the scent of the night sky. Moonlight bathes the two of you, casting silver across the rooftop as if the world has stilled for this one moment.

And though the fear still lingers at the edges of your mind, something shifts within you. Perhaps it’s the warmth of his touch, or the sincerity in his voice. But for the first time, you allow yourself to believe in the possibility.

Yet he keeps himself steady, his grip tightens—not out of force, but from desperation, as if he’s holding on to more than just your body. He’s holding on to the very idea of you, of the two of you.

“I don’t need you to say you love me, not now, not in this hour, not tomorrow” he murmurs into your hair. “I just need you to trust that I will. That I already do.”

His words pierce through the walls you’ve spent so long building. The fortress around your heart cracks, letting in the first tendrils of warmth you’ve felt in ages. You try to push him away, afraid of being vulnerable, but his hold remains firm—not possessive, just secure. Safe.

“But Sylus—” you whisper between breaths, your voice breaking.

“I’m not like you. I don’t know how to—how to do this. Every time… I let someone in, they ripped pieces out of me until there was nothing left to give...so, even if you say you love me… what can I give you..when there's nothing? ”

He pulls back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze. His red eyes soften, the intensity that so often burned with dominance now a smoldering ember of understanding.

“You think there’s nothing left to give,” he murmurs, “but every broken piece of you is still yours to offer. And I’ll take them, even if they don’t fit together perfectly. I don’t care if you feel shattered. I’ll hold onto every fragment until you’re ready to trust me with the rest.”

Your chest heaves as you fight for control over your emotions, but the more you resist, the harder it becomes. Sylus’s steady gaze undoes you. How could someone like him—so powerful, so untouchable—look at you as if you were the most fragile thing in the universe?

“ — and yet there will be days you think I don’t know fear?” he continues, his voice low, barely above a whisper. “You think I don’t wonder every day if I’m enough for you? That I’ll lose you before you ever truly belonged to me?”

The vulnerability in his words makes you flinch. You’ve seen Sylus command entire fleets, face enemies without a trace of fear, and yet here he is, baring himself before you. It’s too much—too raw. But it’s also exactly what you needed to hear.

“I’m not a perfect man, and I won’t pretend I am," he adds. "But I will never stop trying for you. Not for a second or an hour or a day of my life"

His thumb brushes the last of your tears away, and for a moment, all that exists is the sound of the wind whipping around you, the lights of the city flickering beneath your feet, and the quiet hum of your hearts—one racing, the other steady.

You finally exhale, the weight of your emotions loosening its grip just enough for you to speak again.

“What if I’m broken?” you choke out. “What if there’s nothing left that is untouched for you to love?”

Sylus’s lips quirk into a sad but tender smile.

“It doesn't matter if any part of you is left …untouched ” he says softly. “When I mean I would love ..you ..I mean you .. Every part of you…that I have fallen in love with”

His words settle into you like a balm, soothing wounds you didn’t realize were still bleeding. You’ve spent so long believing that love was something to fear, something that would eventually turn on you and leave you empty. But Sylus is showing you a different kind of love—one that doesn’t demand perfection but offers patience. One that doesn’t expect you to be whole but promises to stay, even when you’re not.

Your body, tense and guarded for so long, begins to relax in his arms. You close your eyes and lean into him fully for the first time, allowing yourself to be held—not because you’re weak, but because, for once, you don’t have to be strong.

You stay like that for what feels like hours, wrapped up in each other as the city continues its ceaseless rhythm below. The cold air bites at your skin, but neither of you care. Not when the warmth of Sylus’s embrace keeps the rest of the world at bay.

Eventually, you speak again, your voice quieter, more vulnerable than before.

“I don’t know how to let go” you admit.

Sylus shifts slightly, enough to look into your eyes again.

“And, you don’t have to,” he replies. “I’m not asking you to forget anything that has happened to you then or anything that has happened to you in the months or years away. I just wish for you to allow me to be part of your future.”

Your breath hitches, but you don’t pull away this time. Instead, you let the weight of his words sink in. He isn’t asking for grand promises or declarations. He’s asking for a chance—a chance to be the person you turn to, the one who stays when others would leave.

“Would you allow me?” Sylus asks softly, almost pleading.

“Can you let me in?”

There’s a long pause as the world around you holds its breath. Then, finally, you nod.

“Yes,” you whisper, voice trembling. “I’ll try.”

And with that, the dam inside you breaks. For the first time in a long time, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, you can learn to love again.

Sylus would show you how much you mean to him ..✨️

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Your future spouse choose you because among all you were the one who didn't pay a lot attention to his charm and ignored him ,according to them you seem to be playing to get hard. I see that you two have similar thoughts making you compatible all around with each other also I see that they already thought to choose you long before you even know them but they didn't knew how to approach you and confess their feeling . I'm getting that they are someone who are new and someone you don't know at all most probably. This is hilarious and cute at the same time because you are in their thoughts everytime , they feel that undeniable connection with you . I see some south-east or north guy/girl in this reading too and possibly that you may have short to medium hair or wear specs or they may have sharp eyes and wear specs- an extra information chanelled . Your future spouse actually feels safe with you emotionally ; respecting and understanding them like no one ever did before. They feel to immerse with you only and around you they can open up fully without any insecurity. There's this sharp clarity about you they have that they want you only in their life , no matter what happens so wow go getter energy .

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The first thing that I chanelled I was very funny like you had be someone that might be or will be the one who will be a lot pressured by your future spouse to handle their errands like this person needs you like mostly to get their work done or they will just throw some work on you and that's the first main reason why they had choose you- they want to depend on someone because they are lazy and dramatic as hell. At the same time I see that do respect you a lot and admire you for you being you and letting them grow with you this is the vision that they basically have about you. You are their litreal trophy or that jackpot . I see that they may self esteem issues but you had be helping them up to change totally. I see that this person might be an over achiever and at some not a lot recognised for their hardwork and because of this they ended up loosing a lot in life but you will or got them up. They choose you because you directed and supported them a lot in their harsh times . They believe in themselves more when you are with them , they will that they would achieve the whole world by being with you also they had be a bit rebellious and masculine person for same .

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They had literally state so many reason like they love you unconditionally for sure ! The cards just felt out like wonders everytime I was shuffling. You are blessed for sure . I feel that after you met your spouse either one of you met with some financial gains and changes as per what I can sense and say . Your future spouse choose you because you healed them emotionally basically from their experiences and the traumas they had , you showed them the light and hope altogether. They already saw the signs around again when and after they met making them sure out of no where that you had be the one who won't leave him . This pile has got some very emotional energy . I Channeled a hindi song - jeena sikha diya marna sikha diya . I'm getting that they were outcasted in their life and no one accepted them other than you because you had a pure heart and I also heard black magic for you or him . They chose you because you complete them .

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