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It’s still marinating

I have an idea for a sae fic, but i’ll let that marinate for a while…

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I have an idea for a sae fic, but i’ll let that marinate for a while…

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So stay with me, Alone with me.

Starring— Alexis Ness 🪄🔮

|Alexis Ness x gn!reader|

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| implied co-dependency, unhealthy attachment |

Takes place in a universe where instead of running into Kaiser, he met you instead.

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Alexis!Ness: who after a harsh scolding by his parents— ran out the door, seeking to flee from their harsh gaze and ever harsher words.

Alexis!Ness: that now finds himself walking down the cold street, a soccer ball in hand. Not even to grabbing a scarf on the way out.

Alexis!Ness: who finds himself even more frustrated as the ball that he kicked only ended stuck in the snow. Over and over again, only adding to the weight in his heart. As it grew even more heavy by the second.

Alexis!Ness: whose fingers tips are bright red, and nose stuffy. His body yielding to the harsh weather, as the only warmth seems to be the tears streaming down his cheek, as he finds himself crying alone in the empty playground. Or so he thought.

Alexis!Ness: who is startled by the sudden weight of fabric on his shoulder, only to turn around and land his gaze on you.

Alexis!Ness: who finds himself crying even harder at your attempt on reassuring him that his kicks amazing.

Alexis!Ness: who on that day starts believing that magic is real. As that’s the only thing that can explain the warm sparks in his heart, right?

Alexis!Ness: who from that day on starts seeking you, waiting for you to show up every evening. Practicing his dribbles and passes, in hope that’ll impress you.

Alexis!Ness: who’ll wait until the sun has set, often times leaving with tears in his eyes when you didn’t show up.

Alexis!Ness: whose hands are always on you. Whether it be holding your own, or gripping the hem of your clothes.

Alexis!Ness: that often gets upset when you would play with the other kids.

Alexis!Ness: Who often bribes you with sweet’s and trinkets to keep you playing with him. He just needs to give you more, right? That’ll keep you here, with him. Right..?

Alexis!Ness: whose now a middle schooler— find’s himself absolutely torn when you told him you were moving. You can’t just leave, not after all these time! It’s like ripping open an old would all over again.

Alexis!Ness: who spiraled after your leave, trying to find a replacement of you— no, just a piece of you in someone else. No matter how small.

Alexis!Ness: that years after— spots you in an airport. You’d think that he’d forgot how you looked after all these years. But oh how could he when your every features are ingrained into the back of his skull

Alexis!Ness: who finds himself hugging you a little too tight, as you returned it with an awkward one.

Alexis!Ness: who swears to himself, that this time— he’ll make you stay.

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My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

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Bitter Tea, Sweet Wine.

| Diluc Ragnvindr x Fem-implied!reader |

|Cw: Toxic Relationship, cheating, Reader’s mental state slowly deteriorates, angst, hurt no comfort. Feminine term’s/clothing used for reader, suggestive content (no smut) |

“So come inside and be with me, alone with me. Alone.”

3 years of marriage, albeit arranged you couldn’t be more grateful for your husband. He’s quiet, though his actions speak louder than words. Days filled with gentle lingering touches, nothing extravagant. Just you and him. Sweet, yes. That how you’d describe your marriage. Reminiscent of the sweet tea both of you drank in the afternoon, basking in each other presence.

Though until recently you tasted something bitter in your tea. It’s foreign, unnatural, invasive even. But you couldn’t put your finger on what it is.

English is not my first language, please excuse grammatical error that you might find along the way.

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These past few days— has been rather.. off. Yes that’s how you’d describe it. Perhaps It was not noticeable to the few maids your husband hired, but it is to you. Something just felt— off.

Perhaps its the kattle used to boil water for your daily evening tea session that sits untouched, tucked away in the corner of the kitchen.

The fireplace that’s been unlit for days on end now. Collecting dust if it weren’t for the maids that cleaned them.

The stillness of your shared bedroom, devoid of silly banters you and your husband would share before bed.

Or maybe it’s the fact that you’re seeing less and less of your husband through the day. Only managing to catch glimpse’s of the red head.

The hallways quiet, except for the wooden floor that creaks ever so ofter underneath your shoes. The lights often left unlit, as barely anyone passes through it anymore.

Come to think of it when was the last time you’ve spoken to him? Days? Has it perhaps been a week? You can no longer tell, as you feel like the days has melted and blurred into a disgusting pot of rot. Nauseating.

Perhaps a walk can clean up your mind, you think to yourself. As you got up from your seating place, not bothering to tell any of the maids— whose faces you can’t seem to remember.

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The aged wood wails underneath your soles as you make your way towards the front door. You never particularly liked this part of the winery, it is as of the eyes of the paintings, they glare are you with such disdain, their eyes bloodshot red— almost matching their generational fiery red hair.

Cursing you with each step you take, as if chanting how much of a disgrace you are, how you don’t deserve anything of this. Not this winery you call home, not Diluc.

You convince yourself it’s nothing, that you’ve just been eves dropping on the maids gossip far too ofter.

Even then you try to avoid these halls, after all these walls tend to whisper.

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The scent of petrichor hits your senses, as you find yourself in the grape yard. The grass wet and slippery underneath your boots, it must’ve rained.

Your eyes landed on the leafs of the grape vine. taking it in between your fingers, you examined it closer. There’s a few chunk missing, and it had turned brown. A sign that it has been contaminated by vermin’s.

You’ve have quite the disdain for those little crawlers. They come from god knows where and then start destroying everything they touch, devouring everything in sight. Invasive, greedy little bastards. You think to yourself as it writhed underneath your boot’s, a satisfying crunch hits your ear as you finally lift your boot’s.

As you turn around to head back, you spot it from the corner of your eyes. Something white, fleeting— unfortunately. Could it be a ghost? You ponder. Before brushing it off.

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Your tea cup hit’s the wooden table with a thud. You couldn’t bring yourself to finish it, the taste was off. You couldn’t put your finger on what it is, not only your taste buds— but all your other senses telling you something’s off. Something foreign, invasive.

your focus drift towards the window as begun to doubt your earlier thoughts when you kept spotting it. Which now you’ve discover— is a woman.

You squints your eyes as you follow her figure thats distorted by the grape vines. Could it really be a ghost—? No, a thief would make more sense. But no barrel has gone missing nor any grape vines has been vandalized. You close your eyes as he decided to call it a night and head to yet another empty bed.

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The moon had risen high tonight, as it’s light bleed through the stained window. Providing light into the dimly lit room, the light bouncing on the wine glass on the table. You can feel your head spin at the sight, you knew better than anyone Diluc’s hatred of alcohol. Yet the wine in front of you proved otherwise.

It couldn’t have been the maids, no. Your fingers dug into your skirt as the realization dawned upon you. There isn’t only one glass, but two.

A gust of wind brushed against the nape of your neck, as you get the sudden urge to approach the window. Your heart beating in your mouth, as you feel the blood pumping on the sides of your head.

You look out the window, your fingers gripping the rail’s. Then you saw it. Or should you say them???

This time though distorted by the grape vines, you saw the white figure. Although this time accompanied by a glimpse of— the all too familiar shade of red.

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Cold water hits your skin, as your dull eyes stare at the mirror. You convince yourself it’s fine, that you knew he’ll eventually get tired of you— of these dull pair of eyes that stare back at you. “Suck it up.” You tell yourself, you have to. You always do.

You’ll suck it up, you can’t afford to lose this. You can’t afford to go back, no. No not this far, not to them. You tell yourself as you make your way towards the bedroom, your feet feeling heavy as you drag yourself up stair’s.

You stood in front of the all too familiar door, though the sound of the bed creaking, and that awful moans are not.

The knob twist open under the pressure of your wrist, as your eyes rest upon the sight of your husband. Then it drifts down to towards the woman underneath him, their face almost as pale as her white hair.

Your body felt light and weak, and your mind even more so. It is as if your body moved by its own. You reach out, towards who or what— you could tell.

A loud crash bounced off of the otherwise quiet room. The night lamp shattering as It collides with the floor, your fingers reached for the shards. The next thing you knew, you’re on top of her. Blood dripping from your hands, whose? You couldn’t tell. Everything is red.

Red, red like him. Your gaze drift towards your lover, tucked in the corner of the room. His jaws matching his gaze, wide and open.

You slid off of her, as you peer down your lover’s wide gaze. Your fingers brushing against his cheek, smearing them with red. How fitting, red is truly his color. You think, as you held him in your embrace. You’ve saved your grape yard from the invasive vermin, you can finally be happy now, no?

Your fingers ran through his red locks, the blood making his hair sticky. But it’s alright, you can wash it for him later.

“At least in this lifetime, we’re sticking together.”

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Finally finished the Diluc Fanfic based on this pole !

Also two Mitski reference in a fic? Wow really outdone myself this time!

Thank your for everyone who has voted ^^

Likes, reblog, repost, comments and constructive criticism is welcome!

Thanks for reading my work, Xoxo 💋

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1st fanart of my favorite angst victim 🗣️🔥

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Currently still trying to figure out how to use tumblr on my laptop, the fuckass banners isn’t because i’m lazy i promise (ok that too but like) 😢

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I was NOT expecting Diluc to lead the pole wtf 😭

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To anyone that visited my page from “fleeting sparks” i deeply apologize for the eyesore of a presentation on my other works, thank you for understanding, it will be fixed soon.

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Fleeting Sparks. ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

Micheal Kaiser x gn!reader

Established relationship, implied co-dependency, no pronouns mentioned for reader, light angst (?)

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If you can describe what’s is like to be with Kaiser into words. The word would be ‘sparks’.

Fleeting touches that would send electrifying sparks from the tips of your fingers down to your spine. That would send both your cheeks alight, flushed.

Light teasing banters that would make your stomach churn in the most delightful way.

Warm. He always is, shining bright amidst everyone else in your gray scale world. Your very own spark.

Though the thing with with spark, is they are merely temporary, you knew it wouldn’t last. A mere fleeting warmth. A flicker of light caused by a burning flame, it can disappear in the blink of an eye. You knew, you always did.

Gradually you’ve begun to notice your Spark growing more dim, barely feeling the warmth radiating off of him as it grew colder. Further away, away from you.

You can’t help but hold on to it’s warmth, to it’s shine. So you continued, begging that it wouldn’t go out, that it’ll last just a little longer. Even if just for a little bit.

You reach out, clutching it your grasp. Hoping that maybe then it’ll stay, safe in your hands.

“Tell me what’s wrong, please!” You sobbed, your fingers wrinkling his shirt. His eyes that once shone like the brightest of Sapphire now missing their glint.

“How am i suppose to know what i did wrong, when you refuse to have a say in this!” You spoke snot and tear’s running down your face, as you twist the fabric of his shirt tighter within your grasp. Pulling him closer towards you.

“Why? Haven’t i’ve been enough?.. haven’t i loved you hard and unconditionally as you wished..?” You manage to laugh at the ridiculous situation you’ve managed to put yourself in.

But no matter how much you begged, clinging to it’s weak flickers. You can’t stop the inevitable.

You watch in silence as the flames grow dimmer each second, as the sparks burn through it’s last weak shine.

It’s gone, your spark is gone.

Why did you think that, maybe, just maybe if you’d try harder, it’ll stay, burning just for a little more longer.

After all, a spark is temporary, a fleeting thing that stood no chance against the cruel fated end against time.

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Wrote this based on the poll i did a while ago.

“Aoi, Koi, daidaiiro no hi” by Mass Of Fermenting Dregs, is what i loosely based this fic off, you should check them out :)

I don’t really like Kaiser, but god damn i love writing angst of this man LMAO.

Thank you for reading my work, likes, comments, reblog are appreciated, and constructive criticism are welcome.

I hope to improve on my presentation, tips and recommendations are very appreciated. (I still don’t know how to make banners.)

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[LOCK ON. ⚽️]

Blue lock master list . . .

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So stay with me, Alone with me. (Ness x gn!reader)

Fleeting sparks (Kaiser x gn!reader)

Out of reach, just within grasp. (Kaiser x gn!reader)

Ready player two? (Hiori x gn!reader)

Like Him. (Rin x gn!reader) • drabbles

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