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c-t-r-l14 · 1 year ago

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Tennesee Waltz

“I remember the night, and the Tennesee Waltz

Now I know just how much I have lost.”

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Synopsis: You introduce an old friend to Xanthus.

Based off of this post.

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You were never one to believe in soulmates. That concept simply never made sense to you. The notion that some “universal force of nature” chooses the person that is “perfect” for you, how it ties an invisible red string of fate to you and your lover's pinky finger—forever making you two bound to each other for all eternity—was simply ludacris.

Sometimes, when you were out with your friends, they’d talk about how they met their lovers, and how they just instantly knew that they were the ones. And they’d say it with the tenderness, warmth, and certain fondness of love swimming in their bright eyes. You’d watch how their bodies swooned with adoration, how the corners of their lips were lifted up into a smile of utter enchantment. As you sat there, watching them whisper and swoon about how the “stars aligned for them to be together,” with their hands on their hearts—their bright, love struck eyes gazing longingly at the sky—you couldn’t help but think that for a moment, for just a moment—how nice it would be if the theories of “soul-ties” and “soulmates” were real. But, as soon as those thoughts came, they vanished just as instantly—fading away from existence like the steam that permeated from your hot cup of tea. Although it was a nice thought in theory, it was absolutely ridiculous in practice. There is no destiny, or “path of fate”, when it comes to falling in love. There are no “outside forces” pulling the strings behind the scenes—no cupid or Eros to shoot an arrow of love in your back. You simply meet someone, get to know who they are, fall in love, and eventually settle down with them. A completely natural process—one with no red strings attached. And for a little a while, that’s what you truly believed.

That is, until you met Xanthus.

You were drawn to everything about him—his air of mystique, and his beautiful golden hair, how his bangs fell over his forehead and framed his pale face, how his eyes of red seemed to sparkle brightly with the radiance of rubies—and how his thin lips seemed to form the most gorgeous smile you’ve ever seen. You loved the way he held you in his strong arms; the way you melted in the cocoon of his warm embrace. When the evening made way for the night—when the red, orange, and yellow hues morphed into a midnight blue, you’d be comforted by the faint sound of his breathing and the smell of cologne lingering in the air; and as the night made way for the dawn, your heart was filled with so much bliss—so much happiness—simply because you were lucky enough to wake up to him sleeping beside you. You thanked your lucky stars every time he used you as his muse for any new book he composed. Your body felt lighter than air when he recited the sonnets he wrote for you. You beamed brightly every single time you posed for any painting he’d create in your honor. With him, the world was bathed in pink hues—bursting with absolute beauty.

And, on one clear night—without a single twinkling star in the sky—when there was nothing but the luminescence of the full moon hanging over the city, he held your hand tightly as he stared into your eyes, and said to you:

“Dearest, my love for you is deeper than the deepest depths of the vastest oceans, and is as plentiful as the stars in the sky. It extends to even the most remote regions of the universe—reaching a distance above the very heavens itself; a devotion so strong that it breaks the concept of time. Whenever you’re around me, my heart sings—a simple song morphs into a symphony whenever I look at you. You bring me comfort on my darkest nights, and laughter in my lowest moments. You’re a beacon that melted the ice of my once frozen heart. And that is why, I want to be there for you—for as long as you allow me to be.”

You can practically hear the fast paced thumping of your heart beating loudly in your chest. And your vision blurred with tears as he reached into his pocket.

“I promise.”

In his hand sat the most beautiful ring you’ve ever laid your eyes on—complete with brilliant red rubies encrusted in the golden band. Ruby red—the color of his eyes. Your mouth, although quivering—quirked up into a smile as he slid the ring onto your finger. And he smiled back as he took out another ring, with diamonds that shone with the luminance, beauty, and color of your own eyes—sliding it on to his own finger.

You let the tears flow. And, on that clear night—without a single twinkling star in the sky—you two shared a tender kiss under the ethereal glow of the full moon hanging over the city.

It was a moment that you cherished for a long time. But even as you stood there, staring lovingly in his ruby red eyes, his face and blond tresses bathed in the pale white glow of the moonlight—you still didn’t understand what your friends swooned and sighed about.

Because despite the immense love you felt, and the sweet aroma of romance wafting through the air, you still didn’t believe in soulmates.

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As you ascended the long staircase, you nervously fiddled with your hair, trying your best to give your whole ensemble a finishing touch. Your stomach was swimming with apprehensiveness, and a bit of anxiety as you got to the top—your heart thumping wildly in your chest as you came face to face with the large ballroom. You huffed as Xanthus chuckled with pure amusement.

“Dearest,” he laughed, “there is nothing to worry about. The way you look tonight will take everyone’s breath away.”

“Thanks, Xanthus, but this is the first time I’ve ever been to a ball! We’ll be dancing in front of people, too. I have to make sure I don’t mess up.”

He chuckled once more. “We’ve danced with each other many times before; it’s not really anything to fret over.”

“Okay, but the difference is that people will be watching.”

“You worry too much, my dear. You’ll do wonderful.”

He gave you a reassuring smile as he offered his arm to you, and you took it—smiling back as you both sauntered into the ballroom.

You were taken aback from the level of absolute grandeur that encompassed every single inch of the ballroom. The silk velvet drapes, which were the color of old red wine, cascaded from the ceiling to the ground—their gold trimmings almost sweeping against the marble floor—its own tiles embellished with swirling patterns and geometric shapes. Frescoes—paintings that were vibrant in colors and rich with lore—adorned the high ceilings as it stretched far across the room. And, in the center of it all, was a crystal chandelier looming overhead—casting a beautiful, soft glow—almost as astonishing as the moonlight that engulfed you and Xanthus just a few days prior.

The room was filled with people who were dressed to the nines—opulent gowns and dresses that cascaded all the way down to the floor, grazing it as the women walked. Men dressed in their best suits and tailcoats, standing with nonchalance as they carry on a conversation with the person talking to them. And, besides from the magnificent harmonies melted together by the woodwinds, percussions, and strings played by the live grand orchestra—the quiet sounds of excited chatter, laughter and clinking wine glasses filled the air. However, within the sea of fancy dresses and tailcoats, you spotted a familiar face—one you hadn’t seen in what felt like a million years. Still as beautiful as they were on the last day you saw them, their smile as radiant as ever—their laughter loud and full of life. And while they did go many names, you chose to call out the one that was most familiar to you.

“Love!”

In an instant they caught your gaze, and their own eyes lit up as you two made your way over.

“Well, I’ll be! It’s been so long!” They exclaimed, grabbing your hands and squeezing it.

“Too long!” You laughed, “Oh, and before I forget—Love, this is Xanthus.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Love,” Xanthus said—with a certain softness in his tone as he extended his hand.

“Pleasure’s all mine,” they responded shyly, shaking it.

And for a moment, they both stood there, staring into each other’s eyes—almost as if they were in a trance, or under some sort of spell. But, there was something different in Xanthus’ gaze; while it was true that he had looked at you with adoration and astonishment swimming in his eyes, there was something very unfamiliar about the way he looked at Love. There was a certain something in his stare—something that never appeared when he looked at you. And, that very same something gleamed in Love’s eyes.

Enamour.

Suddenly, the excitement that swam in your stomach—and the warmness that filled your heart froze over. You opened your mouth to say something, but then the live orchestra started playing a song that made all the women squeal and drag their dates to the dance floor.

The Tennessee Waltz.

Xanthus pulled away from you, and took their hand.

“May I have this dance, Love?”

“Yes you may,” they giggled.

You watched as they sauntered to the dancefloor, hand in hand, never once letting the fire of captivation fizzle out of their bright eyes. You couldn’t bring yourself to call after them, because even if you tried, the words would get stuck in your throat. So, you stood there, and watched from afar as they waltzed.

You watched as the melody consumed them—never taking a step out of turn—always on beat.

You watched as they laughed when Xanthus gave Love a twirl—his smile so wide that his teeth were showing. He never smiled at you like that.

You watched as they still held each other close, even when it was time to switch partners. They danced as if they were in their own little universe.

And, while the orchestra played the finishing note, you watched as they both shared a tender kiss, bathed in the soft glow that was casted by the chandelier looming overhead.

Your heart clenched, and a pain that burned like a wildfire consumed your chest. With great haste, and blurry vision, you ran out of there. The ballroom air was suffocating; it was filled with their new found love, and the scent was so thick and strong that it was getting harder to breathe.

You stumbled into the ballroom garden, and let the tears flow—heaving sobs and broken cries filling the atmosphere. It was a clear night, without a twinkling star in the sky—with nothing but the luminescence of the full moon hanging over the city. You cried under the very same sky your darling Xanthus declared his love for you.

The night you believed in soulmates wasn’t the night he recited his first sonnet to you. It wasn’t the night he used you as his muse for his first book, or when he made his first painting. It wasn’t even the night he gave you a promise ring, vowing to stay by your side for as long as you’d let him.

No, the night you believed in soulmates was the night Xanthus found his.

The night your friend stole your sweetheart from you.

The night they were playing the beautiful Tennessee Waltz.

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A/N: Sorry this took so long, I had so much things to do. I’m glad to be back! Have some angst!

Masterlist

#zsakuva #sakuverse #xanthus zsakuva #zsakuva xanthus #when I saw that Xanthus could’ve possibly cheated on his former partners my mind immediately went to this song #you should totally go check it out #link to it is on the title of the song #ily #I love Doris day

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vaguely-concerned · 10 months ago

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one thing I have to keep reremembering every time I'm playing a soulslike/similar kind of difficult game -- and that I wish I could internalize elsewhere in my life as well -- is that you always, always have to suffer through the long dark of an inexplicable failcringe era before you can emerge into a fresh new dawn of competence. faceplanting into humiliating failure in ways you hadn't even conceived of before on a loop can sometimes be the herald of great and wondrous things to come soon. don't be so quick to abandon yourself in the early murk of daybreak because you think you just suck!!!

#returnal out here reminding me of the great truths yet again #I am crying and screaming my way through the fractured wastes. I may have relinquished all dignity. but I am making progress #returnal #tbf I do find the grind weirdly comforting. this game is Doing something with the strange paradoxical comfort of misery #and it's doing it very well. fills the same 'knocking your head against a wall for the pleasure of it' depression niche #as farming for souls in formsoft games haha. we must imagine the bearer of the curse happy #it's the same thing I'm doing in real life but at least in games you get to see tangible progress within ten hours. not so in life I fear #the only part of the game I haven't loved so far is the nemesis boss fight but that kind of checks out considering what sorts of bosses #I normally struggle with. I love a dance partner boss I hate a 'so much is going on all the time all over the place what the fuck' boss #I could fight malenia for hours but when you fill my screen with noise I am frustrated and defeated lol #fight me man on man you COWARD!!!#thank god the game doesn't force you to replay bosses after you beat them the first time (though the others were kind of fun so)

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tallochar · 1 year ago

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I keep turning this concept in my head but I can't manage to write it satisfactorily so here I am, setting it out in the wild:

Tim Drake being alerted that Batman INC is something that is in the planning stages of it happening (maybe by Lucius, maybe by Tam, who even knows, look he was CEO for a while and someone is worried about Bruce Wayne about to go public with Batman INC and they get in touch with him) and going to Bruce and refusing to let him do this.

Because Bruce is needed in Gotham and Batman is needed in Gotham, and while Dick is doing a great job and no one will convince Tim of the contrary, that's not Dick's job. It's Bruce's.

(Who also has a son who just got his father back and if anyone knows what it would mean for a son who lost their father to get that father back when you know it's not going to happen... well lets say Tim has Opinions about this [and while he might not get along with Damian all that well yet, they are in that neutral state where Damian is like a cat observing things and studying dynamics and Tim has always been able to work with people he doesn't like or even trust much, so he's not going to punish the kid over whatever's went down between them.])

And besides, let's be real here Bruce, if you want a Batman that can go around the world and pull together teams and make them cohesive and knows what it's needed to be a successful team of young / upcoming young heroes, that's way more Dick than you yourself. Would be preferrable if he was allowed to do it as Nightwing, but the point still stands.

Just ... Tim pow-wowing with Bruce over the whole sitch and convicing him to back down. Not abandon the project, Tim knows that will not happen no matter what Tim does, but trusting it to Dick, who is way better with both younger people and people skills in general than Bruce.

(Which actually is not meant to separate Damian from Dick, Dick can come in from one assignment to the next and check on Damian and this is not the time it was when Tim was growing up, they have communications all over the globe now, Dick can phonecall and videocall Damian as many times as he wants and check on him as often as he wishes, but if Batman INC is happening, and it will happen because Bruce has decided it will, then Tim can only do damage control over this)

And possibly Bruce leveraging Tim staying in Gotham (which, joke's on Bruce, Tim was going to do that anyway, but sure he'll "concede") and possibly "asking" (ordering, let's be real here) Tim to help train Damian (which Tim isn't enthusiastic about but fine, he'll make it work as long as Bruce has his back), for multiple reasons.

A bit because Bruce sort of feels guilty that Tim was kicked out of the Robin role (Bruce HAD promised it would be Tim's until Tim decided otherwise, [which I don't think Dick knew about and even if he had, the situation still had been what it was, to be fair to Dick]) but also Bruce doesn't quite know what to do with Damian (and it wouldn't be the first time he's trusted Tim to teach young heroes / guide someone in a vigilante role) and also he both wants Tim to be there with him (he's missed him) and needs him there with himself (Tim the emotional regulation parentified wonder!).

And then shenanigans from there.

#dc comics #my plotbunny #plotbunnies released in the wild #mostly what I keep chewing on is Tim coming in and being like We Need To Talk Bruce #notice that I made no mention of Damian and anything school related #because I doubt TIM would think of it #he'd just assume that Bruce would think about it subconsciously and not worry about it himself because it's a parental duty #and Tim is not Damian's parent PLUS Tim dropped out of school himself and doesn't want to think of school if he can avoid it #let's be real here #tim drake #bruce wayne #I do not think Damian would know or realize that Tim is the one behind the suggestion that Dick take lead on Batman INC #because I do not think Bruce would present it as Tim's idea but rather just as “I have decided to do it this way so it will be done”#and Tim would have no need to let it be known that it came from him so he would just be checking his grapples / working on a case in the bg #and happily let Bruce with the fallout of delivering the news and handling the reactions to them #this would also allow Dick time to R&R / open a window for the Titans to come see him -> realize the state Dick's in -> start hounding him #enter Donna #enter the other Titans #and then Damian gets to know his father and possibly go to school and learn things and see how things actually are when Bruce is there #and Tim gets to touch bases back in Gotham and re-establish himself and we can reintroduce Tim's civilian cast #and Tim establishing an identity for himself that is still Partner To Batman without necessarily being Robin #I wish I could write this out as a fic but my brain is NOT cooperating #for fuck's sake brain

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aheckinmess · 8 months ago

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All I Want for Christmas is You

(Part 20 of The Snowball Effect)

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Tags: Enji Todoroki, Endeavor, Female Reader, Reader Has an Ice Quirk, Endeavor x Reader, Enji Todoroki x Reader, MHA Christmas Special, Giving Your Partner a Surprise Christmas Gift Early, Shoto is Mentioned, You Get Sick Again, You Go Get Checked Out, Exciting Fun News Awaits, Expecting Reader

Word Count: 430 words

Summary: Enji isn't expecting a surprise Christmas gift from you but, then again, you didn't expect to have one for him, either.

Playlist: The Snowball Effect

December 20

Enji insists you visit the doctor when your sinus infection returns for another round of congestion and bed rest. Only this time it brings with it nausea and a tension headache.

“If you haven’t been to the doctor by the time I finish patrol this afternoon, I’m throwing you over my shoulder to take you myself.” Enji warns, holding you by the cheeks. “I need you to take care of yourself for me, okay?”

“I know.” You whine. “I’ll go.”

After arriving and learning you need to set up a check-up anyway, you offer to wait around for an hour until your regular doctor has an opening. Upon being called to the back, you’re treated to a basic check-up and a few tests to see if you have the flu or COVID.

Dr. Sin has your diagnosis in a matter of minutes: a sinus infection and a stomach bug.

. . . . .

When Enji returns from patrol, he finds you in an instant.

“Did you call Dr. Sin?”

“Yes, Enchan.” You laugh. “It’s just a sinus infection; they gave me some antibiotics.”

“Another sinus infection?” Enji frowns.

“Check the papers if you don’t believe me!” You snort. “I can’t help it that my sinuses are just silly little guys.”

“No, but you can take better care of the love of my life.” The whiskers of his beard tickle your neck as he kisses your shoulder. “Let me see the papers.”

You hand over the documents and lean into his side.

His breath catches as you tilt your head up to smile at him. He brings his arms around your waist and presses his forehead to yours with wide, pleading eyes.

“Is it true? We’re expecting another baby, too?” He rubs your cheek with his thumb. “Why didn’t you lead with that?!”

“Well, I’d thought about telling you I had a stomach bug, but I figured it’d be easier to treat it as a surprise early Christmas present and make you see it yourself.”

His lips crash against yours as he spins you around. When he sets you down, his calloused palms caress your stomach.

“Are you excited to have another little one in your arms?” You coo.

“I can’t wait. I really can’t wait.” He whispers in a broken cry. “I’m so happy! Shoto will have a little sibling and it’s been so long since we’ve tried for another girl. Maybe Fuyumi will finally get a little sister.” He rambles and then peppers kisses all over your face again.

You giggle and tangle your fingers in his spiky red hair.

“Merry Christmas, Enji.”

Day 21

Credit to @saradika-graphics for the holiday banner! Thank you so much!

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #Enji Todoroki #Endeavor #Female Reader #Reader Has an Ice Quirk #Endeavor x Reader #Enji Todoroki x Reader #MHA Christmas Special #Giving Your Partner a Surprise Christmas Gift Early #Shoto is Mentioned #You Get Sick Again #You Go Get Checked Out #Exciting Fun News Awaits #Expecting Reader

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