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Step Back In The Ballroom

DPR Ian X MusicArtist!Reader

》 [Entry No.025 - Step Back In The Ballroom]|

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》 Summary: Inspired by the song ‘Ballroom Extravaganza’ (Also used in the song). Where after years apart, fans brought you two back in a circle through a singular item no other should’ve looked into that deep.|

》 Warnings: Post-break-up story, hurt/comfort, might be OOC, longing, comebacks, exes-to-strangers-to-lovers? reader hasn’t fully moved on and so was Christian, use of ‘[ ]’ for your name/artist name, time skips, possible plotholes and quick pacing, not much proofread.|

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“Coming back of a song artist after a long hiatus!”

“Song artist, [ ], coming back from being chronically offline!?”

Words spread fast through the internet as your supposed comeback was heard by many.

From just fans commenting and tweeting on various social media to broadcasting websites highlighting your return. Were you that popular before you left? You didn’t know. The only thing that stayed in your mind after going offline was the hefty break-up you had that brought you to your hiatus.

You could still recall what happened before the two of you broke up. There was never a true fight, no raising of voices, just broken voices before silence and the closing of a door with you walking away from your shared home. The sight of the two of you joking around as you moved into his home became an old, fleeting memory.

It all felt like it was yesterday, but it wasn’t. It’s been 2 years. 2 years since you’ve seen him, and 2 years since you’ve created any more music or interacted with your fans. How could you? You were not in the mood nor the right mind to work.

Even then, and until now, you were still pretty down on what had happened. Sure, both of you had your downs, but Christian was a different case -as he says it, but you never saw it that way- and you, too, knew of his disorders and you still loved him.

Yet, he didn’t wish for you to do that for him. He doesn’t accept the fact someone will love him through every crack and rock he has and push you away.

So, you just left, no more crying, no more begging to make it work, nothing. You left and never returned.

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Now, here you sit in front of your almost forgotten desk, adorned with your setup that consists of monitors, a good pc, a keyboard, and a few instruments here and there close to your desk whenever you add a few tunes to your music.

In a few spots in your station -specifically on the attached shelves above and beside your desk-, adorned small trinkets you used to make in your free time.

You recall half of them were supposed to be in pairs, in matching, as you gave the other pair to Christian as a way to show your love in the most unknown ways.

You wonder if he still kept those trinkets after these two years… Or had he already thrown them out?

Realizing what you were thinking, you shook your head and gave your cheek a light slap.

Come on, now, why are you still thinking about him? It has been two years for god’s sake!

Two years… Yet he still appears in your mind every so often. Those fleeting good moments together.

Even through your better judgment, you wonder.

Wonder if you truly tried your hardest to make it work, if it was worth it for the two of you. Was it the best course of action?

And, once more, you’re down in the rabbit hole you desperately tried to bury.

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It has been 24 hours since you made that small post on your socials. It was nothing special, just you messily taking an off-centered selfie of yourself holding out two fingers as if to silently tell you that throughout that two-year hiatus, you’ve been fine.

You were not.

The broadcasting websites had quieted down after the day of its posting, but your fans didn’t as they flood your notifications as you scroll through them.

“Omg! You’re back!”

“I hope you’re doing okay!”

“Don’t ever disappear again, please!”

The comments varied from asking you if you were right to begging you to never go on a long hiatus like that.

You could only sigh and let out a small smile as you scrolled through every single one of them.

Well, that is one specific comment with many replies that caught your attention.

“Is that trinket on the back the same one on DPR Ian’s livestream background?”

The comment itself made you pause on your scrolling and reread the comment before opening the replies.

The replies were a mix of the commenter being unknown to the fact that you just came out from your hiatus and only took notice of some item in the background, and of others siding with the commenter how it looked just like the one being said in his background.

It only made you even more confused, livestream background? Did he recently livestream? Oh, but how could you know when you’ve archived his socials from every platform of your own? How would you have known?

Yet, your thoughts did not stop the fluctuating comments about that singular treatment. It didn’t help that based on a few followers of Christian, he said in the live stream that it was one of a kind, and so, clocked on you about the item.

You ignored these comments and went a bit back from their words. Did Christian say that? Did he mean by it being one of a kind because it was handmade or was it because it was something I gave to him as a form of love?

You could only wonder with no answer as you’re not trying to do anything with him anymore.

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The rumors about you and Christian became evident, yet silent as you tune them mostly out. It wasn’t any of your concerns as it was out of your reach to stop. All you can do is move on and forward.

Well, that is until you got a ping from your social media, and the words almost made you drop your phone.

DPR Ian has started a live stream.

You completely froze off, mind already away from the song you’re currently editing as a way to stop your chronically offline. But here you were, mentally rambling on how you got such a notification when you knew you archived every account of his.

That is until you realize where the notification came from.

The very same social media you kept forgetting to do something about and ended up doomscrolling for hours. Sure, if you have him archived there as well. But your private account wasn’t. You were still notified through your private account and only knew now because Christian wasn’t the type to always post or go live.

Once more, despite your better judgment, you pressed the notification and watched as your social media loaded with the switching profile right in the middle before seeing his face appear on the screen.

Christian Yu. DPR Ian.

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As Christian started the live, he was immediately bombarded with ‘hi’s and ‘hello’s before going straight to the point.

The trinket found in your latest post matches the one he called ‘a one of a kind’.

He watched and read through every comment on his life, wondering whether or not he should answer them, questions filling up his mind. What if they asked about him and you? Would he have to spill what happened to you? But what if you don’t want anything to do with him anymore?

Two years, two whole years since what happened and you still appear in his mind, in his home, in his dreams, everywhere. Yet, even then, even after your break-up, he never had the heart to throw away any of the little trinkets you gifted him. How could he? How could he throw them when it’s the only thing that now reminds him of the things the two of you once had before everything fell apart?

What should he do? The question echoed in his mind as he read through the comments, it's just been a few days after the said update -he knew because unlike you, he also never had the heart to hide your socials and kept watching from afar- and he also wondered if you were watching his life as well, or were you focused on something -or someone, he thinks- else.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to keep it low and not so obvious, leaving his fans in a mountain of possibilities.

“Everyone’s asking about the little trinket… Now, I am true to my words that it is one of a kind- It is!” Christian exclaimed, watching as his fans on chat started to give out ‘Really?’ and ‘Are you sure?’. Shaking his head, his fans watched as he got up and left the live's sight before coming back a few seconds later holding something.

“So, as I have said, it is one of a kind… Not because it is the only one there is, but because it was gifted to me by someone I loved,” Christian explained, not even trying to hide it in his words as he showed the tiny item to the live for his live to see.

The item was clearly handmade with signs of wear and tear after so long, and now his fans started asking where it came from, and, more precisely, who gave him it. A few had already had their speculations and started asking if it was you, the person who supposedly has the ‘copy’ or ‘replica’ of his.

“Was it [ ]?”

“[ ] posted with a similar item on their background, was it them?”

“It has to be [ ]”

Many fans started to join in on the speculation that it could be you, and it made Christian nervous to the core but did not show it to the fans.

As his fans ask about him and who the mysterious other person is, he has his questions to bombard him, all about you. Did you know about this? Is the item being noticed? Are you here watching this all occur? How would you react? The fans telling him of this about your post and him seeing that said post tells him that you didn’t throw away those trinkets you’ve made, but have you thrown them now that the fans had started speculations about the both of you that could uncover your past together?

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After the livestream has ended, you lay there, in your bed, eyes at the ceiling, as you comprehend everything you’ve learned through his live. He was true to his words and kept those small things with him. He didn’t throw away anything.

Mind in turmoil, you wonder if there’s more to this than what you think. Was he really in the same state as you right now? Unable to fully move on and remain holding onto that one single thread that connects you two back to what you once had?

You would never know the answer, not like this you won’t. But who were you to attempt to get things back? It’s too sudden in your opinion.

No, not now. Not when you want to get back into the spotlight that is your music.

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You did it. You finally did something in your music life again.

As you hit post, you watched as your views and likes appeared and became many as your fans waited so long for your comeback to the music industry.

You just decided to do something, anything, how you feel, what was on your mind, and poured it into your song before letting the world see it, and everyone loved it. But still, a gnawing feeling reappears inside of you as some commenters appear in your music video and mention the speculations, connecting your song to Christian.

Yet, you decided to ignore all of them, it’s not like you could do anything about them, you can’t change that.

What you should’ve noticed was the fact that coincidentally, DPR Ian posted his next world tour, with one of the dates landing right in your home country, where you are currently living.

For now, you decided to focus back on your music industry, posting more in your socials as mini updates and such. And you should’ve expected the fans to comment on the items in the background, those trinkets you have all over your background and apartment, causing more rumors and such, but you -as well as Christian- never mention nor talk about it, silently deciding to let it die on its own.

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Months have passed and you began to be known more than ever. Your fan count becomes bigger and bigger as you slowly thrive in your music again.

It led to you starting livestreams every now and then, giving small updates to your fans as you read their chats in real time.

It wasn't long until you decided to start your world tour, play on a stage, and sing your songs for your fans across the globe. And so, you started planning, the dates, location, how long it would last as your first world tour concert, everything.

It also led you to a good list of places to start your concert, all you have to do is to line up your schedules for it, so it won't mess with any current dates of yours.

In the end, you settled for a good amount as your first world tour and updated your social media to accommodate your upcoming.

And soon, you were welcomed by a ton of notifications of your world tour, ranging from excited fans to some surprised by your dedication in such a short time.

You couldn't help but smile at your goals and achievements, after so long, you could see the fans who had supported and stayed patient for you.

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A deep breath overcame you as you watched as many fans waved and screamed for you through their seats and formation as you sang your heart out through your songs.

Your first concert as a part of the world tour occurred in your home country. It has to be, you thought. And so, you did.

You were filled with ecstasy and happiness as you took in how many people are your fans in your country, in the same country you live in.

You ran and hopped along the stage, waving your other hand that isn't holding the mic to hype up the fans. Jumping off the platform, you jogged across the fans who stood by the barrier to wave and asked for you to be a part of their video for the concert. Some of them you manage to and some earned high fives from you. As you manage through with pure happiness, you felt as if someone different was supposed to be there, someone should, the back of your mind would echo.

You tried to ignore the feeling, but it kept coming back, and you knew damn well who this person should be. You shouldn't be looking, yet everytime you would interact with the fans mid-performance, you couldn’t help but feel something. Someone.

And then, it happened, you saw who kept making you have this gut feeling.

The crowd has come to a halt

The birds won't sing for you anymore

Not like before

Christian.

He was there.

When the trees are all burning

All the stars will keep on turning

And I know I won't stop searching

For the moment when the world

Amongst the crowd nearest to the platform, there he was, watching you with the smallest yet longing smile he could let out.

Stopped for you

It stopped for you

Then the world came crashing down

And it's pulling you in now

He was there, he was actually there. Him. Yet you had to stay strong, you can't be distracted here, not now, not ever.

Yet, as you come back to the stage, you couldn't help but glance at where you last saw him in the crowd.

But by the time the concert had reached its end, with you walking backstage, you no longer saw him amongst the crowd. Like he was only a figment of your imagination.

Maybe he was, you thought.

Maybe you've come to the point of longing that you'd hallucinate him on your biggest night after the break-up.

Yeah, maybe that was it.

Just a figment of imagination.

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It was not a figment of your imagination.

It never was as mere days later, DPR Ian posted on his social.

His hand holding a small trinket, peeking by the corner of the photo, and behind the item? An incredibly blurry background of a crowd.

It wasn’t difficult to connect where this is, not for you.

Of course not, you saw him there, in the crowd before disappearing after the concert.

You didn’t take notice of the fans calling you nor him out on this. You ignored all of them as you fought the urge to ask your questions to the man himself.

There, phone in your hand, your finger fighting the urge to open his social’s messsages, to talk to him, to ask him of what you’re thinking, the questions swirling in your mind after gaining knowledge of him once more.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your phone, throwing it beside you and pressing your face down in the pillows, unable to think of anything else.

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It wasn’t long until you’ve heard of the words that Christian would be performing in your home country, it had also explained why he was in here in the first place. It was no wonder.

Yet, your mind still reminds you of his appearance in your concert as well as the posted photo he made a while back.

Desperate for answers and closure -you reason with yourself rather than confirming you wanted to see him-, you booked a ticket.

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The day’s coming to an end as the sun dips down into the horizon, the moon showing itself ever so slowly.

Watching from the seats, you watched as many more fans of his enter and situate themselves by the seats, some stood by the barricade, awaiting him. In your hands, you held the paired trinket in them, twirling it anxiously as a way to remind yourself what started all of this. The reconnect, the memories, everything.

By the time it reached the hour, everything quieted down before the first song played across the stage.

And in comes the man you knew for so long.

Christian Yu.

The crowd roared in delight as Christian played and greeted them.

From where you are, you watched as Christian seemingly noticed you through the crowd, but you didn’t react, just watched and gave a small wave. The very same trinket pairing his dangling in your hand, twirling around as his pair twirled around as it hung on his pants.

Just then, one of his older songs, his song for you, started to play.

Ballroom Extravaganza.

The one about you and only you. And he’ll play it for you, sing it for you.

You know all the words to the play

But all I wanted was you to stay

Your time is running thin

'Cause I'm falling through the cracks under your floor

You recall every meaning of every word. You knew it was about you, about your time together, before everything fell apart. And it felt like every phrase, every sentence, was for you to decipher, understand, and answer.

How does it feel to be alive again?

It felt different, those two years, it all felt different. You felt ‘alive’ as your fans cheered and jumped in joy for you, but it was when you saw him amongst them did you feel your heart skip a beat and finally felt something.

Stop holding on with your dear breath

You're one step closer to me

On the ballroom extravaganza

I know you won't find me anymore

I tried to reach for you once more

He did, He tried. From the trinkets to the concert. He tried to reach for you.

But the world

Came crashing to the ground

Both of you tried to reach each other, but the worry and overwhelming questions raking your minds prevented you from truly talking it out together. The two of you separated and never looked back. But both of you wished you both did.

When the story comes to an end

Will it be the same again?

When all the king's horsemen and all the king's men

They couldn't put you back together again

The help you tried to give, the unconditional love he pushed away because he thinks you deserve better than to be his own problem’s caretaker, his own dark cloud swallowing him whole.

Oh, when the story comes to an end

Will it be the same again to you?

To you

When the story comes to an end

Will you be the same again at all?

At all

You wish it would, but after everything, all you wanted was closure for this long connection by a single string you two are on.

But, was it closure from the connection you really wanted, or was it you truly wanted to be close to him again.

In the end, you never gave up on him and neither did he, even after so long.

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By the time the concert had come to an end, you pulled out your phone and opened your socials. Through there, you message a small sentence to Christian, hoping he’ll read it time.

“Same place, same hour. Meet me there,” you sent before slipping your phone onto your bag and leaving the stadium.

As you walked to your vehicle, you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself. In the end, it would be you reaching out to him after so long, but who are you to judge that? It’s not like hints hadn’t been thrown all around the place.

And you knew you didn't have to explain to him any further as you knew he knew. He knew exactly where and when he needed to be.

For now, you just have to get there before he does. And you knew you'll be just in time.

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As you enter the small cafe, you are reminded of the times you had in here as the lady on the counter welcomed you like she had always had.

You greeted back and sat on your regular seat in the cafe. You watched as the lady smiled and started working on your drink. She knew what you were going to do at this hour, she had grown accustomed to it. Accustomed to you choosing the same drink every night, every time.

The thought brought you back on the days you would take Christian with you for a short while in this small cafe.

The way you would still bring a smile at his sullen face.

Thinking back to the present, you raised your hand at the lady and requested something.

“Could you make another drink? My other usual?” You asked, the lady smiled and nodded, “Got someone coming?” The lady asked, hidden in her smile was something hopeful.

After all, she watched you through those downful days in the span of two years. She, deep down, sees you as someone like family. Close enough to be family.

You could only let a small smile in return, the small trinket twirling in your hand as you kept it there the entire time.

“Yeah… I hope so.”

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The ringing of the bell above the door brought you out of your trance of whether he'd actually come or not.

It hasn't been that long either, but you couldn't help it.

But alas, there he was. Standing by the door was Christian. He looked like he was in a hurry.

Like he immediately came here after finishing up in the concert and stadium.

You watched as he immediately looked at your table and your eyes met.

He still remembers the table you'd always choose to sit at whenever you visit the cafe.

“Hey…” is all he managed to say as he looked at you.

“Hello,” you said, continuing to fidget with the trinket in your hand. You soon noticed he handed his pair of it in his hand, gripping it like it was his lifeline.

And for him, it was. He gets to see you after all.

You waved your hand towards the other chair on the other side of your table for him to sit down, and he did as he slowly walked over and sat down, hands still holding the trinket.

There was a short silence between you too, awkward that slowly turned into something comfortable neither of you could explain.

It was interrupted when the lady came to the two of you with the drinks, your regular and his regular.

As he noticed the drink, he couldn't help but be surprised before looking back at you.

You, too, remembered.

You smiled in return, looking away and at the trinket you held.

“You still remember?” He asked, taking the drink into his hands.

“You still kept them,” you replied, speaking about the trinket by his hands, the very same one pairing the one with you.

“I couldn't throw them away… After you've worked for them… For me…” Christian replied, holding the trinket up. It always reminded him of how kind and affectionate you are towards him, even after everything.

“Because I loved you,” Loved, what a strong term, you thought to yourself because you knew damn well you still love him. That longing and hoping feeling in the back of your mind.

“Do you still do?” He asked, noticing your wording. Of course he'd notice. He always notices.

You took a second to reply, pausing from taking a sip of your drink to take in his question.

“... What if I say ‘I do’?” You asked, knowing well of the words repeating in your head was the real answer and your question was its understatement.

You still do. Deep down, you, very much, still love him.

There was a pause between the two of you as you decided to take a sip of your drink, feeling the liquid down your throat as if it could push the words down with it.

It was then did he answer, “Then… Could we still be the same?” He asked, underlying what he truly wanted to ask as he averted his gaze from you.

Could the two of you still get back together?

And you knew it's time to tell the truth, you have to, “No, it wouldn't…” you answered, bringing the cup down from your mouth, watching as Christian tense at your words. He was already thinking of rejection even after so long.

“But…” you started again, slowly placing your hand on top of him that was clenching incredibly hard by the table, soothing it, “It doesn't mean we shouldn't try…” you said, a small smile in your features.

“Sure, it wouldn't be the same… But maybe that's a good thing, a start over… Forget what happened in the past and write a new chapter, how about that?” You asked, slowly placing the trinket on the table before gazing back up at Christian whose eyes seem to well up with emotions.

He then took a shaky breath before he replied, “Yeah… Maybe it will be better… For the better…” he corrected himself, intertwining his hand with your own as he slid his own pair with yours, the trinkets creating a ‘clink’ sound as they met.

Yeah, maybe it is time for a new chapter between the two of you instead of repeating the same page all over again.

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》 Archiver's Notes: Probably my longest one. Pretty much taken from the song itself as it is my favorite song from him. Hoped you all like this.

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archives-of-a-hidden-writer · 7 days ago

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My World in My Hands

Multi-Fandom Characters X Reader

(Camu, Dan Moroboshi, Diluc, Granger, Jaehwan, Savitar)

》 [Entry No.024 - My World In My Hands]|

》 Location of Entry: Archivial's |

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》 Summary: Where you hold their faces in your hands and say that you want to hold your world. |

》 Warnings: Characters are mostly the writer's favorites, might be OOC I apologiz, multi-fandom yes, some characters are shorter than the rest, relationships between the two is either romantic or pining (up to you to decide) |

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◇ Camu (Punishing Gray Raven)

“What are you doing?” Camu spoke with irritation and surprise in his voice as you attempt to place your hands on his cheeks, but he always moves away or pull your hands off.

“Seriuosly, what has gotten into you?” Camu spoke again as he grabbed both your wrists and pushed them back, still holding on.

You felt his grip on your wrists, strong yet soft at the same time, as if he didn’t want to hurt you.

Smiling to yourself at the realization, you replied, “I want to hold the world in my hands,” you said, catching Camu confused. The world? In your hands? How would that be? And how would it be with him?

Noticing his confusion, you took the opportunity and placing your hands on the sides of his face, now catching him more off-guard.

Smiling again, you watched as Camu placed his hands on your wrists again, “There, now I have it,” you said, smiling. Camu was about to remove your hands from his face until he take in that one single phrase.

Oh, he thought to himself, that kind of world.

I want to hold the world in my hands.

Your voice echoed in his M.I.N.D. as a faint blush appear on his cheeks.

Hands still gripping your wrists, he lowereed his head -as if hiding the noticeable blush- as he mutters under his breath.

“Stupid,” he said as he removed your hands away from his face before pulling his hood down his face, “Stupid human,” he repeated, looking away.

Now, whenever he sees you or sees himself in any reflection, your words repeat in his M.I.N.D. How he, Camu, were the world to you.

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◇ Dan Moroboshi (Ultraman: Netflix)

“What is it now?” Moroboshi spoke as he approached you, who seemed to be wanting his attention.

“Could you come here, real quick?” you asked, a smile on your face as you call him, earning a sigh from him as he pinched the bridge of his nose before readjusting his glasses once more.

“If this is a trick of yours made by the others, I will be very upset,” he repled, but still stepped closer to you. It was when he was face-to-face -while muttering a ‘there’- to you then you took your chance.

You place both your hands on his cheeks and smiled. Moroboshi, not catching up, thought it was an antics of yours, did he ask, “What is this?” he asked, ignoring the small wave of heat creeping up his face and ears.

Chuckling did you answer, “I just want to hold the world in my hands,” you said before removing them and uttering a ‘thanks’ and moving back to your work, leaving Moroboshi dumbfounded with what you just did.

The world… In your hands? While you were holding his in your hands?

He almost short-circuited right then and there, the holder of the Ultra-seven, blushing over a mere tease.

Muttering and grumbling to himself, he approached you again and held your hand before placing it again onto his cheek, muttering “Are you merely toying with me or are you serious?” he asked. When he got his answer that you were serious, he simply left.

Moroboshi was rumoured to be in a better mood the whole day after that.

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◇ Diluc (Genshin Impact)

“You’re staring,” the voice of the man in fron of you brought you back from your trance as he seemingly caught you staring at him.

Uttering a ‘Sorry’, Diluc shook his head before planting one of his hands on top of your head.

“Now, now, is there something wrong? For you to be zoning out like that?” he asked, concern written in his otherwise aloof features.

His question somewhat confused you, did he think you were mindlessly staring at his handsome features because something was weighing your mind?

The thought itself caused you to chuckle, earning a now a confused look from the red head. Noticing his confused face, you couldn’t help but think of something to do with it.

“Oh, nothing… It’s just…” pausing in your words, you place your hands on his cheeks, his skin soft and warm -you wonder if that’s his natural temperature or is it because of his pyro vision- before smiling even wider.

“I just like seeing the world that I’m now holding in my hands right now,” you said, smiling as you watched as his cheeks slowly turned the same shade as his hair.

Huffing, he shook his head and turned away from you, covering his face with one hand as he attempted to cover his gradually reddening face.

“You really know how to get to me…” Diluc uttered, closing his eyes as he takes in your cheerful laugh at his words and redddening face.

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◇ Granger (Mobile Legends: Bang Bang)

The sounds of Granger’s violin echoed through you two’s shared home as he expertly played the instrument.

Meanwhile, you watched silently as he perform his little show in the comforts of the home you two are in.

As Granger ends his music, you couldn’t help but clap afterwards, a bright smile in your features as he down the violin.

“That was incredible, Granger,” you praised, standing from where you seat and approached the man. To which, the man replied in a hum, “If it makes you happy, maybe I should continue and play more in our home,” he said, the sound of the violin case clicking close could be heard.

“Please do,” you replied before an idea came into mind, “Grangy, could you come here for a second?” you asked, earning a confused yet eager hum from the man as he closed the case hut and approached you.

Once he was right in front of you, he spoke, “So? What is it?” he asked, awaiting what you’d do next.

Smiling, you placed both your hands in his face, giving you more a closer look at his features that were often hidden by his coat whenever he’s outside the confines of your home.

“I just want to see the world in my hands,” you said.

Granger’s eyes widen at your words before quickly softening and pulling you closer to him, his head on the skin between your neck and shoulder, allowing him to take in your scent.

The world in you hands. He was your world.

“I love you…” was the only thing Granger could utter out at that.

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◇ Jaehwan (The World After The Fall)

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jaehwan’s voice made you paused at your action, his voice made to intimidate. You placed your hands down and looked away, sighing, as you now place a hand on the back of your neck.

“Can’t I hold the world in my hands for once?” you asked, mentally wondering if he would get the idea. And, oh, he did as he physically froze in his steps to attempt and leave as he took in your words.

It could mean his or your world power, right? But, oh no, he knew what you meant by the world at that. There’s no denying it.

It meant him.

Sighing to yourself as you thought Jaehwan does not want shit from you, you decided to leave it at that.

Wel, until you felt two large hands hold your wrists before bringing it up. Looking back, you watched as Jaehwan held your hands and brought them up to his face, a faint blush in his features.

Dumbfounded at what he just did, he decided to press on a just a little bit, “I didn’t say you can’t and would never…” he said, never avoiding eye contact.

The day after, few gods have started to whisper on about how the Sky Destroyer, the Naked Thruster himself, was seen much more softer and have seen smiling ever so often by himself. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of you.

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◇ Savitar (The Flash series)

“You’re quite bold today,” he spoke with a hint of eagerness in his voice. Though, he may not speak of it in words, his eyes tells you enough that he adored and loved the touches you gave him.

After all, you never truly saw him as a monster, a copy of the infamous red speedster, but just as himself, just as Savitar.

Chuckling to yourself, you replied, “What? Can’t I hold the world in my hands?” those words so calm in your voice but affected him greatly. The world in your hands, and your hands holding nothing but him, your world. He didn’t even dare question how your hand touches his scarred right side without a care. He realised you see him as your world through and through, no matter the scars and all.

Now chuckling to himself, he wrappped his arms around you and place his head o your shoulder, muttering a ‘so cheesy’ as he metls into you.

Yet, despite his seemingly snarky responses to your affections like this, he never pull away nor remove himself from you. He takes it all.

Because, deep down, it’s all he ever wanted. Specially coming from a person that loved him dearly.

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》 Archiver's Notes: Just something I did out of pure write unblock. I couldn't pick, so why not a few that comes in my head every once in a while, no matter how dead the fandom is in terms of fanfics.

#🔷️archives #pgr x reader #ultraman x reader #genshin impact x reader #mlbb x reader #twatf x reader #the flash x reader #camu #dan moroboshi #diluc #granger #jaehwan #savitar #camu x reader #moroboshi x reader #diluc x reader #granger x reader #jaehwan x reader #savitar x reader

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archives-of-a-hidden-writer · 9 days ago

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New note, but I'm also backing away a bit from my original templates, maybe change a few as well.

Other than that, I've just watched Mercy For None on Netflix and it got me thinking.

What's everyone's thoughts on an entry about them? Any character of choice not just Gi-Jun. I got a hear me out on the Bongsan Son, Jun-mo because of that one scene with him and his father.

So, what are everyone's thoughts?

#🔷️archivialnotes #mercy for none #netflix #so ji sub #Nam Gi-jun #Koo Jun-mo #x reader

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archives-of-a-hidden-writer · 29 days ago

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Silent Symphony

Game!Granger X Player!Violinist!Reader

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》 Summary: Having found a game to your liking, you came across this mysterious violinist that soon became your favorite character to play in matches. Little did you know of the symphonies he listened to while you were unaware. |

》 Warnings: Self-aware and possibly OOC Granger, swearing, a little bit of reader anger issues, Granger directly talks to Reader, out of device. |

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"Damn it!" You cursed to yourself as you got killed for the umpteenth time due to your shitty team.

"Sucks to be you," your friend joked as they watched you play, unable to play themselves due to the game being not their style. You two were in a call, with you sharing your screen, "They fucking left me," you exclaimed, lightly dropping the phone down on the desk, pinching the bridge of your nose.

Sighing to yourself, you continued to play. Not that you could do anything, no use crying over spilled milk, or in this case, no use bitching over shitty teammates.

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"Fuck them all..." you hear yourself sighing over as the 'Victory' sign appears before your screen. Despite the hell of a teammates you gained, you all still managed to win.

Of course, with you becoming the MVP. There goes another streak for your win streak.

"Alright..." you sighed again, "I'm going to let out some steam..." you excused yourself, saying goodbye to your friend before ending the call. Your friend knew what you meant by what you said, you had a hobby of playing the violin if you ever feel like you needed to let out some emotions or to ease yourself.

These would be one of those hours where you would stand in the middle of your room and just play. No planned out tunes or any music note papers to read from, just music that came from whatever your hands decide to.

So, without even closing the game, you put your phone down and got up to reach your violin. You propped the intrument over your shoulder and hovered the bow over the strings. You took a long and deep breath before started to play.

The rhythm of your violin echoed through your room as you play. Some notes ascends slowly, some descends, and also some came in quickly, and some slowly. There were no pattern nor thinking, you played whatever your hands decides to, how which note would come next. Yet somehow, somehow, your subconscious music turned into a symphony, as if you've planned it all along instead.

You didn't even realise how long you've been playing until your phone buzzed that familiar reminder. Did you really play that long? Oh well, you shrugged it off before placing the violin back onto its stand.

Picking up your phone, you didn't realise this entire time it was still on the game, propped on the character index, specifically on your main's index, Granger.

A fellow violinist whose symphonies are bound on his kills, the summary only pulled you to him and now often use him that other characters you owned. He was also the fastest character you have to have the mastery logo, you became that touched with the mysterious man.

Scoffing to yourself for leaving your phone like that for the whole time, you closed the game and charged your phone before heading out of your room to prepare food and head to bed.

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Eating your food, you thought about the music you just played before sighing to yourself. You really don't have better ways to make up your time.

Finishing up, you headed to the bathroom to have a short shower. As you bathe, you hummed to yourself the very same symphony you just did earlier. Somehow, that specific play of yours stuck around in your head.

You did wonder why. Well, that is until you heard something else.

A faint sound of a violin, it wasn't that loud, but it was there, faintly playing in your home.

You slowly yet quickly got out of the bath and wore the clothes you brought inside the bathroom before silently walking out.

You slowly crept around your house as you listen to the faint sound of the violin, did someone intruded your home just so they could use your damn violin? You hoped not of 2 damn reasons, one of which was because of intrusion.

Shaking your head to get rid of any bad thoughts, you continued to creep around your home until you eventually got the sound of the violin coming from your room.

Well, fuck, someone was probably using your violin now, huh? Cursing, you paused for a moment. As you think about it, the sound of the violin, the tune, the symphony, it almost sounded solemn, as if awaiting for death, if not the bringer.

It half-ly reminded you of your favorite man.

As you realised your thoughts, you immediately pinched and slapped yourself. You shouldn't be thinking of stuff like this in such a situation. There's a possible intruder in your home.

It was then, the music stopped. No sound came after, no thud or anything. Just silence.

You then faced the door of your room, mind a storm as you think whether to barge in the potential intruder without anything to attack nor fight with.

Getting better than your own judgement, you went in.

Turning the knob, you went in.

Only to be greeted by nothing, well, not literally by nothing.

Looking around your room, nothing much was touched. Keyword, much as you noticed hastily placed the violin was. It was placed on its side, leaning on its stand like it was gently lowered down by someone that wasn't you. The bow, meanwhile, was placed beside your phone. Your phone that was lit up before dying off a second later.

Okay, what the fuck?

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"What the fuck is going on with my damn house?!" You exclaimed, more to yourself as your gaze moved back and forth from your phone and to your violin.

Someone was definitely using your instrument but was nowhere in sight just as you approached your room.

Is there a ghost in your home? That can't be.

You then lightly slapped your cheeks, no, no way there's damn ghosts. But nothing could explain what just happened that second. Who and how did your violin start playing, and, god forbid, left your phone opened?

"I'm seriously going insane because of this... I need to sleep..." Yeah, sleep. That's probably what you need at the moment after that chaos of an event.

Patting your bed a few times, you gradually let out a few sighs, thinking of any possible reasons or happenings that lead to the outcome that just occurred, but only came out with a lot more questions than answers.

In the end, you decided to just leave it at that. Nothing was stolen. Whoever did it was kind enough to place the instrument down carefully, and that's that.

Slowly closing your eyes, you noticed in the corner of your eye a silhouette. A silhouette of a man.

However, you were on the brink of unconsciousness to do anything but close your eyes.

You vaguely feel a hand press against your forehead, one that is covered by something closely resembling that of bandages.

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As you awoke, your eyes immediately widened. Any ounce of sleep disappeared out of your body like a bubble as you realised the last few seconds of last nigjt before falling asleep.

Who the fuck was that?!?

Your entire inner monologue is entirely focused on what you could vaguely remember.

A silhouette of a man.

Bandaged hand touching your forehead as if pushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Now, what the fuck..." you uttered what you thought process was.

What the actual fuck?

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"Now, I gotta tell you I fucking saw and felt it!" You exclaimed to your friend who called you that time of the day.

"Are you sure it wasn't exhaustion and lack of sleep getting to you? No fucking way someone broke into your house..." your friend replied, not making any sense of your story of what had happened. "I mean, using your violin then safely putting it back before disappearing and reappearing again to caress your forehead? I'm sorry, but that doesn't make any sense... It sounded like something out of a damn story," your friend joked only for you to reply with a groan, now speculating that it might actually exhaustion getting you to hallucinate shit.

"Yeah... Now that I think about it... It might just be exhaustion..." you replied, placing a hand over the area you still vaguely feel the hand at. Your friend hummed in return, "Alright, now... I know it might be a little too early, but can we play a match? I recently got the game to try it out!" Your friend asked. You smiled in return, "Alright, let's play one match before going in our crazy days..." you said, opening the game already.

Though, you still kept a feeling about that occurrence.

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"... Hey... Wasn't that...?" Your friend said, calling your name as you two paused in your games as the two of you saw and listened to your main's recall animation.

As the two of you finished the match, both of you decided to go to the custom match for your friend to try out characters and stuff.

As both of you went on this, the topic then manage to get to the recently revamped characters and their recall animations, things that older players didn't have.

It ended with both of you watching each character's recall animation before landing on your main, Granger.

That's when things took a turn as the two of you watched his recall animation. Granger's animation consisted of him playing a short tune on his instrument/weapon. You've heard of it more than many times as you main him, but one thing's for certain.

It does not sound like that. Not sound like the tunes you play every time you decided to calm yourself through your instrument

Your friend called your name again, it was then you answered back, "Yeah... I hear you... And I heard that as well... " you replied, rewatching his recall animation once again to listen to the tune. It was different every time, but every tune has that distinct tone that you always use on your own violin.

"Those aren't regular, is it?" Your friend asked, noticing your silence. You shook your head, although, your friend wouldn't be able to see it, "No... that's the tunes I do..." you said, remembering what just happened the previous night.

"What the fuck..." now, it was your friend's turn to curse, "Close the game- What the fuck!?" Your friend exclaimed as they exit the game as you did as well, closing and making sure it wasn't running in the background.

"Does this means...?" You started, earning an interruption from your friend, "That with what we saw and what you said happened to you last night?! Yeah, this ain't no fucking coincidence," your friend had said. It was a surprise how quickly they decided to accept what had happened when hours before, they excused it as hallucination from exhaustion. Your friend was quicker than you are as you still tried to grasp the sudden occurrence yet again.

"Dude, he fucking knows you..." your friend said. You could hear your friend having their hands on their mouth at the revelation. "It's just a game... Right?" You said, trying to think otherwise.

It's not anymore. It's more than just a game now...

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"So... When are ya' try it out?" Your friend asked you as they elbow you on the side. It has been days since what had happened, and the two of you pretended that your didn't just realised something. Both of you still play the game, but not to the point anything would be given out. Still, you still couldn't keep to yourself how much you gush about Granger, though. To which, led you to an idea that may cause you to be called insane by anyone else but your friend.

"It's stupid... This sounds like something from a damn story..." you groaned, running your hands along your face, "Oh, like those isekai stories... How cool would that be, though," your friend replied, imagining what would happen. You, in reply, playfully punched their arm, "Not helping!" You exclaimed, earning a laugh from them.

"But, who knows! Maybe it will work, maybe it won't, what more can you lose?" Your friend said, encouraging you to go with your idea.

"I can loose my dignity, that's what," you replied grumbly, earning more tease and pushing from your friend.

But maybe, just maybe, it might work. After all, what is there for you to loose other than embarrassment?

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Later that day, you decided to try it out.

Standing in the middle of your room, violin in hand, you planned out what you could possibly play for him.

Your plan, or idea, consisted of playing a tune with your violin like before, but this time, you purposely place your phone down, tilting towards you with Granger on the screen as if watching you. With it, it could either go in two ways. Either he answers back in his own way, albeit through his own music, or do nothing and throw yourself into a pit of embarrassment.

Now, staring at your phone, violin propped in your shoulder, you huffed, "Don't fuck this up now... I know you know..." you muttered, not knowing whether it could be heard by anyone.

Taking a deep breath, you then started to play the violin.

Slow yet smooth tunes started from your held instrument, like before, no note was planned, just let yourself play whatever your hands want.

As you play, you slowly started to sway along the music. Slow and steady, step-by-step as your body swayed through your own music.

Then suddenly, it happened. The reason you chose to do this idea of yours.

There it was, a secondary violinist, slow and solemn, playing and matching your own play as if it has been playing with you for so long.

Focusing your sight, you watched as the man in your screen play his own instrument, following you along with your tunes. His body swayed from side to side in a slow and beautiful manner as he played.

Meanwhile, you said nothing and replied back through your violin, playing along with a similar tune to that of what he played that night with your instrument. Awaiting, bringing, descending, you played as if dueting his own. A smile appears in your features.

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"You're a good one," a voice cuts the line of silence seconds after you dropped the finishing tune of your music.

You almost dropped your violin at the sound, you forgot about the damn reason you did this.

Staring at the screen of your phone, you watched as he placed his violin down before looking directly at you.

"You're pretty good yourself," you bluntly replied as if you weren't just talking directly to a character in your screen. Granger let out a hum in return.

Another silence went between the two of you before you thought of something.

"That night... When I was about to fall asleep, I saw someone..." you started, placing your violin down and sat down in front of your phone.

"That was you was it?" You asked him, recalling the silhouette and the hand.

There was a hum that came from your phone before it ultimately shutted down. Confused, you opened your phone again, but the game was nowhere to be found, like it has closed on his own.

You were about to speak out, possibly think about what just happened, until you felt a pair of hands, just like the bandaged hand from before, place themselves in front of your eyes, covering them.

"Guess who?" A low voice spoke out right beside you.

》 Archiver's Notes: Yes, another self-aware, character breaking from device entry. Nothing's stopping me. Also, got myself back into Mobile legends, and yes, I'm a granger main. Proud to be one even before the revamp.

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Something New

Thanos / Choi Su-Bong X Reader

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》 Summary: Instead of the rebellion occuring, you both find yourselves fighting for your lives as the players who chose 'o' attacked those who have wanted to live. |

》 Warnings: Spoilers to Squid Games S2, killing, blood, death, no major character death don't worry, reader can fight, swearing, injuries, Reader is player 457, Nam-gyu being a Reader-Hater part idk, OOC. |

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Chaos, absolute chaos.

You were abruptly awakened by a sudden scream throughout the dormitory that was followed by the flashing lights.

Still feeling the aching pain in your shoulder, you still got up. Looking around, you were stunned to find the blood war is not yet done as what looks like the 'o' players started to attack the ones with 'x', seemingly acting on revenge for what happened in the comfort room.

You also realised that a certain tuff of purple hair isn't in sight. Shit, did he get hurt? More so, dead?

You shook that thought away. He can't be dead. He can't be damn knocking on Death's door again.

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Trying to get away from anyone, you went further into the bunk beds as the players were more on the middle and other sides of the dormitory.

You can fight them off, but in no mood nor energy to, especially whilst being injured and having no idea where the fucker you saved is.

It was then whilst searching, you see Nam-gyu approach you.

He was a friend of Thanos, but you always had a bad feeling about him as he never was really the type to converse with you previously, more so, the glares he'd sent out towards you after each voting.

You were about to speak out until he suddenly lunged at you, slamming you back at the wall and grabbing you by the neck with one hand while the other on your wounded shoulder.

"Hey there, bitch. Had fun playing with boss?" Nam-gyu sneered, squeezing both your neck and shouleer, earning a choked scream from you as you tried prying his hand off.

"You really had him around your finger, huh? Yet, you didn't decide to be close to him until he was going to die. Fucking player." He continued, bringing you close before slamming you back onto the wall.

You were choking, and fuck his grip is hard on you. What's worse is the vice grip he also had on your shoulder. God, that's going to be a new wound.

But right now, you couldn't even think straight as air slowly run out inside of you. You're going to pass out.

"Night night, bitch. Now boss don't have to worry shit like you," you heard Nam-gyu mocked at you as he watched as you run out of breath.

Fucking hell, where is this fucker anyway?

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Meanwhile, Thanos got caught in the mayhem of players killing others. He wasn't meant to be there, but he was dragged as someone who survived the fight that occurred inside the comfort room.

As he squeezed himself through the people, shoving some as they attempted to fight, he soon saw beyond his line of sight was you, being choked by none other than his friend.

"Nam-gyu! What the fuck!?" Thanos screamed, surprising and taking Nam-gyu off guard as one, Thanos is mad, and two, mad Thanos just called him his name instead of some mispronunciation. With Nam-gyu being distracted by Thanos' scream, you took this opportunity to strike.

You moved swiftly, locking Nam-gyu in a headlock with your leg before slamming his head into the bed pole near you, making him let you go. As he let go, you kicked him off of you, letting him roll a few steps down.

You took this once more to get up, heaving heavy breaths as you run to Thanos who immediately swung you behind him, seemingly protecting you from Nam-gyu as the said man slowly got up, grinning wide as he clutches his now bloodied head.

"Really, man? All that for a bitch like them?" Nam-gyu sneered, pointing at you. You could see in the corner of your eye Thanos clutching and loosening his fists. "They didn't even side with you throughout EVERY DAMN voting," Nam-gyu continued, "Why change, man? Why change for a fucked up whore like them?"

That lost it, Thanos ran at Nam-gyu, slamming him down onto the stairs below and began to punch him, over and over again.

As this occurs, you notice a few players approach you. Fuck, they probably recognized you as one of the players who voted to leave.

Forgetting your injury –That's probably and already healed and good shape by now– you started to push and fight against them. You are not leaving anyone to hurt you anymore as you slam and kick anyone who dared.

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"You were my friend, Nam-gyu... Fuck," Thanos sighed as he got up from Nam-gyu's now beated up body, he's probably dead already due to the amount of blood and beating.

It was then it hit him about you, shit, he mentally cursed. He left you as his anger over his once best friend took over.

Turning back, he, who thought you're not in the well being to fight, was instead greeted by you beating the ever living fuck out of anyone who dared to attempt to fight you.

"Damn..." is what he could let out as he watched you, his feelings only growing stronger in him.

Like the drugs he took, something he can't fully get away from, but unlike the drugs, it was something he would be unable to let go of.

He soon jumped in a fight with you, covering your back as he covered yours.

"Let's go!" Thanos screamed as he called your name. Well, what his pronunciation of your name was. "Yeah, let's go," you sneered back, the cold and indifferent wall of yours cracked for a moment as your words send shocks through his body.

A true drug he will never get over.

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You two fought until pink guards entered the dormitory and started shooting bullets at the roof, calling everyone's attention.

The gunshots ultimately stopped everyone from killing each other as the lights turned on fully to reveal every single person that had died to the masacre.

The two of you stood back, with you pulling Thanos away to prevent yourselves from getting shot, presumably.

Everyone soon calmed down and the seemingly manager of the guards spoke, "A lot of players had died due to the occurings this night. Any player who dares to continue will be eliminated. Please stay where you are as they clean up the bodies," the guard spoke as if the dead bodies where nothing but colateral damage and as guards with circle masks enters the room with boxes to collect the bodies.

You could only sit down onto one of the bed as two guards walked passed you, claiming Nam-gyu's body and placing him down inside the gift-designed coffin.

As they took the body, your hand subconsciously rubbed over your neck, evident bruising from when Nam-gyu had almost choked you to death earlier. If Thanos hadn't called out to catch Nam-gyu off guard, you'd be dead from the lack of oxygen, and if weren't for oxygen, it would probably be to Nam-gyu crushing your windpipe with his hands.

Lost in thought, Thanos noticed you rubbing your neck and seemingly out of it. He then slowly sat beside you and held the hand that was rubbing your neck, ultimately bringing you back to reality.

"Let me see it," he spoke, inspecting the bruising that evidently made his frown worse.

"It's fine, at least I'm not dead..." you replied, looking away but not removing your hand in his.

"You almost were," he spoke out, poking at your cheek, his old chaotic self coming back to life so quickly even without those drugs he takes.

"Didn't you also almost die? Back there in the bathroom?" You retorted back, playfully swatting his hand away as you roll your eyes at him.

"Well, touche... But at least my wonderful knight was there," he spoke back, slowly getting closer to you as he made smooching sounds with his lips. You can only groan and jokingly push him back.

And there it was, a soft and smooth laugh from you. The wall has cracked yet again, that cold and indifferent wall of yours, and he did it all by himself, and for only him to see and hear.

Noticing his sudden halt and stare, you raised an eyebrow at him, "What got your tongue all of a sudden?" You asked, and he simply smiled and replied, "Your laugh is wonderful to hear, my love," Thanos answered, not a single ounce of mockery nor playfulness in his voice, nothing but adore and love.

You scoffed and turned away, but you didn't do anything as he came close again and pressed a kiss on your cheek, just like what you did before with him.

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The sound of the piggy bank above being filled echoed through the dormitory. You and Thanos stared as it fills up, along with the other players who are still alive. It was then showed how much has been added and how much would it be for each player alive.

"Fuck, damn..." you could only sighed out as you stared at the digits, that's more than enough for you.

Then, the guards announced the voting. It was then you realised something, you and Thanos.

You wish to leave as you are well aware there's more to come and harder shit will occur if we continue, but you don't know whether or not Thanos would want to do the same as you or continue the games.

You were already tired, and you couldn't take any more shits happening. You might as well die next game if it were to happen.

Only a few players left, including you and Thanos.

And now, the choices will depend whether or not many would want to leave or continue. You dread that Thanos would wish to continue.

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》 Archiver's Notes: Finally added this as there are at least four more entries I have in typing(half I believe isn't in the membership yet), so yeah.

#🔷️archives #🔷️catalogs #squid game x reader #squid game #t.o.p. x reader #thanos x reader #thanos #choi su bong x you #choi su bong

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Little Birthday

Diluc X Reader

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》 Summary: Small entry for Diluc's birthday.|

》 Warnings: Self-aware!Diluc, self-indulgent, B-day stuff, some small hintings, cliffhanger?|

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You don't even realise that you fell asleep on your desk. Getting up, you stretched your body as you slept kind of wrong on the table. Half of your body is literally over the desk.

Rubbing off the sleep, you realised your Diluc plush had fallen off your hand when you slept. Oh, you couldn't lose that thing.

You searched around your room only to find him tucked in your bed as if he slept there. Weird, wasn't he supposed to be on the floor? He was out of your hands the moment you fell asleep, didn't he? How the hell did he get on the bed?

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It was still a bit of a weird occurrence. How was he in your damn bed when you clearly have held him before you slept?

You now found yourself in your kitchen, scrolling endlessly through your feed while eating food with, of course, your plushie next to you on the table, thinking he also have his own place on the table.

As you ate and scroll through your food, you often steal glances over to your plushie, smiling to yourself as you imagine him just staring at you whilst having a portion of his own from your plate.

Shaking your head from the imagination, you found a small post posted. Diluc's birthday.

It clicked you, oh yeah! It's his birthday today, and goodness, was he hot and beautiful in his official art post.

Giggling, you find yourself like a teenage high school girl with a crush. Technically, you do have a crush on Diluc, a loving hard one.

He looks so lovely in his post, the way he ties his hair whilst looking at the player, aka you, and the description of the art being the two of you in his winery for a good breakfast together.

"I love you so much, Diluc..." You feel yourself squeel as you place your phone on your forehead, a smile on your face.

Meanwhile, without you looking, your plushie had suddenly tilted and fell onto its side, almost rolling towards your plate. You luckily caught him before that.

"Silly strawberry..." I muttered as I placed him up again and got up, bringing your plate to the sink.

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By the time you finished the dishes, you turned to see the plushie nowhere in the place you stand him on.

Turning to your phone, you find your plushie on top of your phone, the screen having Diluc's birthday art on it.

Sighing, you find this predicament, again, weird. Were you going insane and seeing things? Or did you accidentally place him by your phone without taking it into account.

In the end, you thought of something for his birthday today.

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"Hello there, what can I get you?" The baker greeted as she finds you entering her shop.

The city outside was bustling, but you didn't care as you recently heard about a new bakery that just opened. Interested, you decided to go there and maybe get a cupcake or two from them.

Bringing your plushie in your small bag containing your wallet and phone with you, you went out there to grab a cupcake or two and have a small celebration for Diluc.

You also took notice of how they had an online store in which if anyone wishes for advanced customized food. You also took advantage of that and bought one for the day.

What you didn't expect was the other food designs they had on store, specifically one cupcake.

As you pay your customized cupcake, your gaze soon landed on one of their predesigned ones.

The icing was a light purple color, and I could even be lavender, on top of it with a small molded grape on it. You wonder if that's a real one or not.

"That one's our grape-themed cupcakes, we just decided on trying out different types of fruit-themed items," the baker spoke out, seemingly noticing you eyeing the cupcake.

You thought about it for a little while before looking back at the baker.

"I'll take one, please," you said, secretly holding the plushie in your hand inside of your small bag.

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A relieved sigh came from you as you entered your home.

Placing your bag down, you then placed your ordered cupcakes down onto your table and started setting everything up. Meanwhile, your plushie was now placed on the table as well.

Going back to your home, you went ahead and bought a few more things to make the small celebration even more special.

Setting everything up, you place Diluc in the main middle beside both cupcakes, one being a customized Pyro-cupcake and the grape-themed one.

Placing the candles on both pieces, you lit them both and started taking pictures.

In the end, you smiled, slowly singing happy birthday for the plushie as if it were real. As if it was a real living being.

Your smile widen by the end of the song before blowing the candles for your plushie.

"Happy birthday, my favorite boy," you muttered, brushing the top of its head with your thumb, petting it.

Removing the candles made you realise something, you forgot to grab a fork to eat them with. (Don't ask, its for the sake of the plot)

Leaving the table, you threw the candles away and grabbed a fork to eat.

Only then did you came back to a sight you now started to question what's happening.

There, your plushie stands beside a cupcake. A cupcake. The cupcakes earlier were like eaten in half then put together to make a whole cupcake.

You wonder in silent panic whether it was because someone is in the place as you are or something else. You panic even more for the first option.

You ended up taking huge breaths as you took notice of one other thing.

How a few crumbs were left around your plushie. With some reaching the plushie itself.

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》 Archiver's Notes: Since the voting log ended with a tie, I decided to vote. Next entry, next part of my Thanos series. Also, this is a gift for Diluc's birthday today. You can head to Genshin's account to see the full Diluc Birthday Art.

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Entirely Different

Thanos / Choi Su-Bong X Reader

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》 Summary: During your food break, Thanos and his friends decided to take a bathroom break. Yet, while you wait for the purple-haired man, something gnaw at you that something is bound to happen that you should intervene. |

》 Warnings: Spoilers for Season 2, reader is player 457, killing, death(not major character, don't worry), blood, reader chooses 'x' as repeated, small angst, short mention of drugs, Nam-gyu being a Reader hater, gender of reader is neutral but implied that reader could use the male restroom for the sake of the entry. |

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An annoyed yet relieved sigh came from you as the voting that came had resulted in a tie, and of course, Thanos chose to continue, and much to his dismay, you remained to choose to leave.

As this happened, Nam-gyu leaned over to Thanos and whispered, "Dude, their vote remained the same, are you su-" Nam-gyu was about to ask when he suddenly felt Thanos' hand reached his face, in which Nam-gyu hissed at the impact.

"Shut the fuck up," is all Thanos said as he glared at Nam-gyu, though, he couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment towards you. He confessed to you and you reciprocated, wouldn't that make you stay close to him?

Little did he know how similar thoughts you held back at him.

Clutching your forearms, you squeezed them as you stared at Thanos for a moment, eyes flickering back down on the 'o' patch on his chest. His choice remained the same, and so did you. But the two of you had similar feelings, and it was reciprocated. So, why things haven't change? Did he want for you to be the one changing things? Or was it that he did this just to get you to vote 'o'?

So many questions cloud your mind, yet none either made sense or you just ignore. Who are you change for someone else? But also, who is he to change for someone else also?

In the end the two of you had suddenly exchanged gazes, looking at each other. Yet, you were the one to first stop as you joined the rest of the 49 players who chose 'x'. That only made Thano to frown even more, did you change at all for him? Or was he suppose to be the one to?

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In the end, the two of you remained on opposite sides of the dormitory.

Of course, you could feel Nam-gyu's gaze boring at you as you seemingly chose the opposing option to Thanos. Yet, with this, you didn't do anything in return, not that you wanted to anyway.

Everyone was now given their food, gimbap wrapped in a small foil.

And as everyone ate, a few caused a small ruckus, words throwing back and forth as the players who chose 'x' tried to change the minds of those who chose 'o'.

It ended with a debated of random words being thrown, but you could only scoffed as none of either parties crossed the line seperating either groups.

Meanwhile, as you continued to eat your gimbap, on the other side, Nam-gyu continued to sneer at you with Thanos still having the same frown on his face.

"Thanos, it's obvious that they don't give a shit, that whole confession thing is bull-" it was then Thanos threw his fist up, causing Nam-gyu to back away.

"Enough is enough, Nam-gyu," Thanos said, earning a look of bewilderment from Nam-gyu. Thanos actually called him by his actual name, but that's besides the point, why was he still after you? He could only guess.

As that occurs, you could once more feel Thanos looking at you. You didn't need to look up, you already knew.

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As you lay down by your bed, you noticed a few players enter the restroom, two of which was Thanos and Nam-gyu.

You didn't take anything of it, just men trying to get their insides comfort. Yet, as you lay there, a singular thought made you realise of something.

The food. The gimbap, which was wrapped in foil had one utensil. A fork. Which doesn't make that much sense when the given food is something like Gimbap. That's when it hit you, the tip of the fork, it could be sharp enough to be used as a weapon. You tried to shake off the thought, but couldn't as you noticed earlier how the restroom now contained a mix of the 'o' and 'x' players.

So now, even if you and Thanos still remained on different terms, you hoped nothing happens to him.

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A few minutes went by and you couldn't help but feel that something is wrong, that something inevitable is happening.

You already took notice of Thanos being the type to start ruckus when he wants to, so that didn't help.

In the end, you couldn't take the gnawing anymore and decided to go and check.

Meanwhile, on Thanos' side, things had already take a turn. Fighting here and there, cubicles being forced open, people getting thrown at the walls and mirror, everything. It wasn't long until Thanos was choking someone.

It was as if all hell break loose, while on your side, you almost fought the two guards outside the restroom who were clearly ignoring the sounds coming from inside.

You tested your luck in that as you shoved them off and entered, ignoring how they clutched their guns as if ready to shoot.

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Amongst the ruckus, you found yourself blocking and fighting off a few of the players who randomly decided to choose you as their target in this fight. But you weren't here for all of that, you need to find your chaotic purple-hair of a man.

And, of course , it wasn't long until you find him choking the fuck out of someone.

You then stumbled back when you were about to call him, noticing the person he was choking held a fork.

You didn't even notice when you suddenly tackled Thanos off the man. You also didn't give the man to speak when you spoke up, "Fuck's sakes, you don't stop, do you?" You spoke out before tackling the man who attempted to stab Thanos down. However, you failed to take the fork before it was lodged into your back, liften then back down again. You ignore the pain as you tackled him towards the wall, slamming him there.

As shit progressed, you found yourself down on the ground, attempting to clutch your back from the pain.

Before you could even think, you felt a pair of hands drag you somewhere, only to hear the sound of a cubicle door closed. Opening your eyes, you found yourself staring at the eyes of Thanos, who held you down by holding both of your shoulders.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He asked, sneering, as if he fighting something in his mind, and in his defense, he was. Many questions rattled his mind, what were you doing here, and most importantly, why are you in this mess?

"Knew you'd do some shit, didn't know it can lead you to knocking at Death's fucking door," you replied, only to wince afterwards due to the pain on your back.

Thanos didn't reply after that.

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Everything came into blur after that, probably due to the pain and blood your losing, but also the adrenaline you gained from seeing Thanos almost about to get stabbed by a fork started to go down on you, replaced with exhaustion.

Yet, you can feel and sense a few of the things. Like how you felt Thanos drag you outside the ruckus, shoving ripping his shirt off to shove on your back to slow the bleeding, and then seemingly lay you down on a bed. You didn't know which, but you had a hint it was his.

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As the fight went down, the players who have died had been announced, followed by those who have survived to be led back into the dormitory.

Meanwhile, Thanos' hands shook as he lay you down on the bed he slept on, the drug's effects on him dying down as he watched your now sleeping self. He didn't have the choice to shove in another drug in his mouth, how could he? Not when you literally took a bullet for him. Didn't you want to go home already? Why put your damn life in danger over him, someone who pushes to continue playing.

"Shit," he cursed as he lay a hand on your head before checking the damage. The stab was around your shoulder blades, multiple poked holes from the fork.

Seeing your current form, it now reminded him how all this occured because he and Nam-gyu chose to coax and scare their other 'friend' who chose to leave when they deliberately told him to vote to stay. He wanted you, but not to the point you'd also be knocking on death's door.

Now, as everyone on both parties does their head counts to only realise that the 'x' had more surviving players than 'o', ultimately choosing the voting's fate for tomorrow.

Looking back at your sleeping form, a turmoil cloud his mind, and no, he didn't went for his drugs to save his running mind, no. He just coaxed himself into believing you'll be okay, and that everything would be okay.

In the end, as the lights went out, he did not leave your sleeping self. Carefully holding you in his arms, eyes wide before ultimately closing as he ran a hand through your hair.

He now only hopes to keep you safe.

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》 Archiver's Notes: Yes, I followed a similar, if not the same, route to my other entry with Thanos, which was mainly about saving him. Apologies if the last parts were rushed, I totaled this series and would have 2 more entries, so yeah.

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Little Thing

Diluc X Reader

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》 Summary: Being your favorite character, you decided to buy yourself a cute chibi version of him. However, things may not be as normal as you may think. "I wish you were here." |

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Over the past few months, you've found yourself liking the game Genshin Impact, an RPG all about adventuring and trying to find any way to find your character's sibling again.

While playing this game, a specific red head had caught your attention to the point that he immediately became your favorite. Giggling and squeeling over him as if he'd just given you a large compliment when all he did was talk. No matter what it was he was speaking about, it'd turn you all giggly like a schoolgirl whose crush just texted back.

Over time, you got him and even got him to a reasonable constellation level alongside being crowned in some of his skills.

You've just become that attached, and it wasn't long until you found yourself buying your first item relating to him, a small Diluc plushie.

It was fairly cheap, but it still is good quality, and thanks to this bought piece, you now often have him close to you, wherever you are.

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"Diluc! Oh my god, there he is!" Your voice echoed through the land just as Diluc entered the scene, all with his stoic, resting bitch face look.

However, while you speak about Diluc and all, little did you know that he was listening. Not on purpose, but your voice echoed through his mind.

When he first heard of your voice, he thought he was going insane, until he listened further into your words.

He was your favorite, favorite in this game that is his world, his nation that he protects through the shadows.

Even though the voice would only occur on certain times, specifically around the newcomer, the traveller. Why does he feel the need to be come closer? What's so good about you that he often hears you praise him?

It wasn't common as well when he hears you speaking of the burden and trauma he has been shouldered with ever since the death of his father.

How did you know of that? Is it something regular outside of his 'world'?

This led to him becoming even more curious of you, and comfortable? Why does he feel comfortable around you? Your voice?

He wonders now is how long this comradery would continue.

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Soft sobs emitted from your room, cries echoing from there and into the game, into Diluc's mind.

Meanwhile, Diluc slept in his winery before suddenly being brought to you through his dream.

In his dream, he saw you. Yet, unlike how he hears you during his talks along with the traveller, he now sees you crying.

Hunched over your desk, you sobbed, holding the small plushie version of him in your hands.

Since when did you have a small stuff version of him? But that's beside the point, why are you crying? Yet he could only watch as you cry your heart out.

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Everything was so much, every brick of burdens, work, etc. Has been piling on top of you, drowning you, and you could only do so much.

So when the dam breaks, you couldn't take it anymore and just cried your heart out while holding your Diluc plushie. Staring at the small little thing before bringing it to your face.

"Getting attached to someone isn't real, huh? Real good one, self..." you muttered to yourself, trying to make a laugh out of yourself, not realising the same man is watching your through his dream.

There was a good silence, while you stared at the plushie more before letting out a sigh and one more broken cry.

"Gods, I really wish you were here sometimes..." You uttered out before slowly letting exhaustion from your crying take you over, the small plushie falling from your hands and rolling beside you on the desk.

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Diluc suddenly woke up from the dream, breaking a small sweat. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed. You were that attached to him. Well, he is your favorite.

Yet, as he lay back down onto the bed below, he couldn't stop thinking about it. You found comfort in him despite not even being physically there apart from the plushie in your hands.

So, as he lay, he wonders... What can he do to someone he couldn't even reach either? One that has the same predicament as him, unable to physically reach?

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》 Archiver's Notes: Cringy Self-Indulgent as an former genshin player who's account holds a double-crowned and C4 Diluc who has been my main ever since I got him during my first few weeks in Genshin (I started playing during November 2020) and yes, this entry will be a series.

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Fluffy Boy

White Rabbit X Reader

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You couldn't help it. He was right there, and his ears were too good not to touch.

It was another one of your insomniac-like nights, unable to sleep, and now found yourself randomly pacing around your room and eventually calling out a certain being to your room.

"Darling, are you still awake?" White rabbit asked as he peeked into the room and witnessing you, his dear, pacing around and definitely not asleep.

"Couldn't sleep, and I don't know what to do," you replied as you stopped in your tracks, quite surprised over the White rabbit's sudden voice in the room.

He then replied with a hum before slowly entering the room, awaiting whether you would stop him or not. When you didn't, he fully entered the room and approached you.

The White rabbit silently eased you back down onto the bed.

You hummed at this, thinking he was just going to lay you down and leave, "... You know I did say I couldn't sleep..." you muttered, and the White rabbit replied with a chuckle.

"Oh, I know, but I've also heard a good company might help one another slumber," the White rabbit replied, slowly stroking your head as he eased himself down on the bed beside you.

There was a small yet comfortable silence between you two. It was until your eyes gazed over his head, taking notice of the fur and lining of the stitches in his head, you wonder the underlying meaning behind them before ultimately looking over at his two bunny ears.

Before you know it, your hands are already on them, rubbing the soft material. You didn't even give the rabbit the time to think before he suddenly noticed your hands on top of his head on his ears.

The rabbit could only chuckle in amusement as his laugh brought you out of your trance. Pausing with what you're doing, you slowly retract your hands, but he softly held one of them by the wrist.

"Now, now... Did I say anything for you to stop?" He asked you, earning a small blush plastering across your cheeks. "I thought..." You were to speak again until he brought the held hand up his ears again, "If you wish so, you should've just asked, not ambush this poor Easter bunny..." he teased, looking back at you with a smirk.

As your hand held his ear again, you decided you're not going down without giving a similar medicine on his own.

You held him by the other hand and pulled him down on top of you, his head pillowed by your chest. You then went back onto rubbing the bunny ear while the other hand was now fidgeting around the fur on the back of his head. You weren't even startled like before when he let out a chuckle, "You've suddenly got the guts," the White rabbit spoke out, but didn't dare move as he found your touch somewhat soothing (Despite the bunny attire basically is like a furry).

Sooner or later, he noticed how your hands had stopped what they're doing. Looking up, he had found you asleep, seemingly touching his head, eased you to sleep.

The rabbit once again chuckled at how you were, but then again, decided not to move.

Not only did he not want you to wake up the moment he moves from you, but he also found this predicament on top of you comfortable, and pretty nice, much to what he wants to let out.

Soon enough, he found himself slowly growing tired. Closing his eyes, he slept.

Even amidst everything, from humanity turning their backs on him and Makai, what they call as Hell, to literally becoming a shell of a man who was mere moments before death's door, he found himself taking in the affection of a human.

One that he cherished deeply in this war.

》 Archiver's Notes: Roughly based on one of the chatbots of him on CAI. Feel free to ask which, although it isn't my bot.

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Thinking about: Camping

Your Favorite Character X Reader

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》 Summary: Camping is never easy when it comes to journey. |

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Thinking about how your lover whines and huffs each step they take. Who knew camping would be this difficult? Not them, that's for sure. But you, oh, you. You knew the way, used to the terrain path towards the camp site.

"Are we there yet, darling?" Your lover asked, breathing heavily as the two of you reached a little hut on the way.

You shook your head, feeling a little bit bad for your lover who you took for this camping. "Halfway there, love. This is their halfway mark," you said, pointing to the hunt you two decided to take a break on.

Your lover could only sigh as he took a breather, "This path is going to be the death of me, you know?" They groaned, opening their water bottle to drink.

You could only chuckle and give them a little kiss, "It'll be worth it, trust me," you said, placing their face on your palms.

"The things I'd do for you..." Your lover sighed, reciprocating the kiss.

The two of you soon continued your way towards the camp site, with occasional pauses and breaks.

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"Wow..." You could hear your lover awe, taking in the overlooking the campsite offers. You smiled and held their hand. You somewhat expected this reaction.

"I had the same reaction when I first went here," you said to them, looking at them rather at the site itself.

Your words made your lover's gears turn as they look back at you, "So you've actually been here. Why go for seconds?" Your lover asked, wondering why.

You laughed, squeezing their hand, "Because! The scenery is so beautiful, less people and stuff," you answered, mentioning how this was a much more rural campsite than some of the known ones close to the area. "Plus," you added, placing a hand on their cheek once again, "I wish for you to see this too, to be with me as well," you finished. Your lover could only gawked at your words before leaning in and kissing you. A soft and meaningful kiss.

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After getting things sorted, the two of you found yourself a good place for your camping setup.

Your lover help you ready the necessary items along with getting the parts of the tent ready for you to work it. Meanwhile, you started working on making the tent up thanks to your lover.

Later on, after you've setted the tent up, you hear the sound of the flooring of the tent crunch under the sound of someone. Looking down, you see your lover sprawled inside the tent. "You okay?" You asked them and they chuckled in return, "This is such a good site, but the way here is..." your lover said, shuddering by the end of their sentence. You laughed at your lover, knowing full well what they meant.

"Hey, atleast the journey was worth it, is it not?" You replied, taking a seat beside your lover who only pulled you closer to them to the point that their laying their head on your lap, humming as their reply.

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Night time soon fell, you soon enter the tent once more after cleaning up the outside after you two's dinner in the campsite. You also soon find your lover turning from side to side, clutching the tent's mat.

As you enter the tent, your lover soon noticed and whined your name, "Let's cuddle," your lover begged, stretching their arms out to you. You chuckled at your lover's behavior, finding it endearing to see them like this.

The campsite the two of you went to was particularly rural and close to a mountain, if not, by the foot of one. So, it was particularly cold there, even colder at night with the winds and all.

"Alright, let me set the light and close the tent," you said as you quickly closed the tent and then laying beside your lover.

You could practically hear your lover purr as they hummed at the feeling of you close to them.

As the two of you cuddle together, you feel them nuzzling closer to you. You hear them utter a 'Thank you', muffled by the cloth of your top.

You replied to their sleepy words through you kissing them on the forehead and rubbing the side of their face, uttering a 'I love you too' in return.

Thinking about camping with your lover who even with the difficult journey, they still stayed with you.

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》 Archiver's Notes: Just something I'll turn into a series. Also another something that I've done as I've currently made and finished this while me and my family went to camping.

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