#fear of loss

[aventurineswife]

The Greatest Fear

The soft hum of the universe filled the silence between you and Blade, a haunting quiet that contrasted with the storm swirling within him. His piercing eyes flickered toward you, betraying a rare vulnerability, something more than the weapon he so desperately clung to. He had never been one for words, but in moments like these, his gaze said more than any confession ever could.

You knew of his past—the pain that had warped his soul, the eternal torment he had endured, the twisted dance between destruction and immortality. You’d seen him in battle, fierce and unyielding, the embodiment of a broken weapon. But here, in this moment, there was something different. Something more fragile.

"My own death does not frighten me," Blade murmured, his voice as cold as the blade he wielded, yet laced with an underlying sorrow. He stood beside you, the weight of his cracked sword resting on the ground, as though it too had grown weary. His gloved right hand hovered by his side, the bandages wrapped around his body like the remnants of a shattered existence.

You turned to face him, heart pounding as the words hung between you, thick with the weight of their meaning. The tension in the air was palpable, but it wasn’t the kind of tension that accompanied a fight. This was different—raw, unspoken, a confession hidden within the silence. Your breath caught in your throat.

"But yours?" Blade's voice wavered, just slightly, betraying a crack in his otherwise stoic facade. "Oh, that is my greatest, deepest fear."

A chill ran down your spine, his words wrapping around you like chains. The intensity in his eyes was like fire, but there was no warmth to it. It was the heat of a man who had lost everything, who had seen his world collapse, and who now stood on the precipice of his own existence.

He took a step closer, his towering presence looming over you, his breath steady but heavy. "I have lived through countless battles, countless deaths—mine and others. But the thought of losing you... it would break me."

The vulnerability in his voice, the rare admission of fear, struck you deeper than any sword could. You reached out, hesitantly placing a hand on his arm, feeling the taut muscles beneath the bandages. Blade didn’t pull away. He never did, but this time, there was something different. Something fragile in the way he stood there, unmoving.

"I won’t leave you," you whispered, the promise hanging in the air like a vow. "I’m not afraid of death. But I’m not ready to face it without you."

Blade’s eyes softened, just for a moment. The fire in them dimmed, replaced with something like relief, though it was fleeting. He placed his hand over yours, his touch cool against your skin but oddly comforting, as if grounding him in a world that had long since ceased to make sense.

"You are my greatest strength," he said, his voice a low rasp, a near whisper as he leaned in, close enough that you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin. "And my greatest fear."

The weight of his confession hung in the air, unspoken but understood. Blade, the master swordsman, the embodiment of destruction, was not afraid of his own death. He was afraid of losing you. And that made him more human than any immortal ever should be.

You didn’t speak again. Words weren’t needed. You simply stayed there, together in the silence, as if the universe itself had paused, giving you both a moment to hold onto something you couldn’t quite grasp—something fragile, but worth protecting.

[Original idea]

[fadedpiink]

i want you around.

zoro x male!reader part two

synopsis: [requested] zoro keeping an eye on renee

contains: zoro x m!reader, one piece, enemies to lovers, slight fluff (?) comfort, reader has a name for the request, straw hats teasing zoro

author's note; part 3, the ending will be in scenario form!

zoro had always been the type to stick to his own space, mind his own business — unless swords were involved. but ever since that one close call during a battle a few weeks ago, the way he acted around renee had shifted.

he wasn’t hovering, exactly. zoro wasn’t the hovering type. but he was always there. always.

renee would find him nearby during supply runs, leaned against some alley wall, arms crossed and pretending to nap. but his eye was open. watching. waiting. ready.

and the crew picked up on it fast.

“look at that,” sanji muttered one afternoon, stirring a pot lazily as he glanced out the galley window. “guard dog’s back on patrol.”

usopp snorted, leaning on the counter with a grin. “more like a lost puppy following his favorite human.”

“he’s not even trying to be subtle,” nami added, swirling the ice in her glass. “that’s the sad part.”

luffy, from his spot on the floor, let out a lazy laugh. “zoro's got it bad, huh?”

and as if on cue, renee strolled back from the deck’s edge, and zoro, without missing a beat, pushed off the railing and casually fell into step beside him. like it was the most natural thing in the world.

the teasing only got worse from there. sanji, of course, never missed a chance.

“so, mosshead,” he grinned one evening, flicking the ash off his cigarette as the crew circled around for dinner, “are you gonna ask renee to wear a bell, or are you just planning to glue yourself to his side full-time?”

zoro’s fork paused mid-air. he didn’t even bother glancing sanji’s way, but the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth — and the pink slowly creeping up his ears — said plenty.

frankly, the whole ship had seen it coming before renee did. zoro wasn’t just watching his back anymore.

it was different.

it all came to a head on a quiet night, long after the others had turned in. the moon was high, the ship rocked easy, and renee sat alone at the bow, staring out at the endless dark water.

or, well, he thought he was alone.

the sound of slow, steady footsteps joined him, and he didn’t even have to turn to know who it was.

zoro settled beside him, arms draped over his knees, swords resting at his side. the night was still, the silence easy.

“you’re out here late,” renee mumbled.

“so are you.”

a soft breeze rolled past, tugging at renee’s hair, and for a while neither of them spoke. until zoro did. voice low. almost hesitant.

“you’ve been gettin’ careless lately.”

renee blinked, caught off guard. “...huh?”

“on the last island,” zoro went on, eyes fixed on the horizon. “you weren’t watchin’ your surroundings. you don’t usually slip like that.”

it wasn’t scolding. not really. just quiet, honest observation. the kind that carried weight.

“i can handle myself,” renee muttered, a little defensive.

“i know.” zoro’s voice didn’t change. “still want you to be careful.”

there it was — simple. bare. honest.

no grand speech. no dramatics. just that. i want you to be careful.

because zoro never asked that of anyone. not unless he meant it.

renee’s throat went dry, heart stuttering a little too fast against his ribs.

“why?” he asked, voice soft. barely there.

zoro finally looked at him, eye sharp but softer around the edges.

“‘cause i want you around. that’s all.”

the words sat heavy between them, warm and steady, the kind of truth you couldn’t unhear.

renee swallowed, lips parting slightly, unsure what to say — but zoro shifted closer, fingers brushing against his in a quiet, wordless gesture that said everything.

“you don’t have to say anything,” zoro added, voice low, steady. “just... don’t make me worry like that again.”

renee squeezed his hand, cheeks warm in the moonlight.

“i won’t.”

zoro let out a quiet breath, the tension slipping from his shoulders as he leaned forward, forehead resting lightly against renee’s.

“good.”

it wasn’t a question, wasn’t a maybe, wasn’t some passing moment. it was the start of something settled.

from that night on, it wasn’t just unspoken anymore. the crew didn’t even have to tease — the way zoro sat a little closer at dinner, the way his hand brushed renee’s when they passed, the way he stood just a little too close whenever they docked — said it all.

they weren’t just something unsaid anymore. not after that night.

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[dreams-incorporated]

I don't want this to happen again

[blindfolded-nakedtruth]

They perceive me as arrogant, but what they don't realize is that I'm actually terrified of losing the people I am attached to.

[fucked-up-brain]

I just want peace in my life. Im sick of drama, fights, anger and hate. Ive already had enough of that in my life. But you cant escape it permanently if you dont want to live in complete isolation, right? Its just so damn draining...

[rain-rainynights-side]

what if my hopes were lies i was telling myself? what if i lose what i love so deeply to a few simple words? what if the love doesn't persist? what if… what if love fails me?

[insummerigrieve]

my love is only as noble as my fear of loss

[valarinventures]

Followers, what methods do you use to "move on"? As in, to cope with losing a friend or thing?

I am asking this cos sometimes, I suspect that when people keep telling others to "let go, move on, get over it", they could be laughing or making fun of them. They might want a person never to resolve a problem. They could be bragging at someone, spamming comments to force others to obey them.

Or it could be due to too much time looking at trolls and drama kings, resulting in a paranoid attitude to anything seen as making fun of victims, no matter how petty it is. Conflating assholes with online trolls who make smug, condescending remarks to laugh when others are hurt.

So I wanna know from my followers: what methods do you use to "move on"?

[fadedpiink]

a different kind of battle

zoro x male!reader part one

synopsis: [requested] in which zoro's mentorship takes a sharp and unforeseen turn when the lines between training partners begin to blur.

contains: zoro x m!reader, one piece, enemies to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, reader gets injured, reader has a name for the request

author’s note; i will continue this :3

zoro was never easy to get close to. he kept his guard up with everyone, always sizing people up before letting them in. it wasn’t personal — that’s just how he was. renee had to deal with it too.

the thing that finally got zoro to lower his walls a little was renee’s drive to get stronger. he hated feeling like dead weight, hated the idea of his crew getting hurt because he wasn’t strong enough to help. zoro could understand that. so when renee asked him for help, zoro didn’t say much. just gave a shrug and a grunt. that was his way of saying “yeah, i’ll help.”

from then on, they were together a lot. training turned into hanging out, hanging out turned into sticking close during meals and celebrations, and before long, it felt weird not seeing renee by zoro’s side. he liked the way renee pushed himself. he respected it. and honestly, he just liked having him around.

but then there was that fight. the one where renee got hurt — bad. too busy locked onto one enemy to see another coming up behind him. a deep slash across his back that dropped him on the spot. if it wasn’t for chopper dragging him out of there, it might’ve been worse.

once the battle was over, zoro was the first one in the room. his face was as blank as always, barely nodding to chopper before his eyes landed on renee, who was laying there, looking small and hurt and pissed at himself.

zoro let out a slow breath and sat in the chair next to the bed, his stare fixed on the wall. he wasn’t mad at renee, not really. he was mad at the fact that he couldn’t protect him. and scared, though he’d never say that out loud. the moment he saw renee safe — awake, breathing — his chest felt lighter, like the weight crushing it had finally lifted.

“need someone to take care of you, huh?” zoro mumbled, standing back up and heading for the door. “when you’re done being patched up, i’ll see you in the crow’s nest. bright and early.”

he didn’t stick around. he couldn’t. not with all those feelings messing him up inside.

weeks passed before renee healed enough to get back to training, but even then, something felt off. zoro wasn’t the same. he was harder on him now, more serious, pushing him way past his limit every single day. it was like he wasn’t holding back at all.

after days of this, renee finally snapped.

“zoro, please, i need a break,” he panted, arms shaking, body screaming at him to stop.

“no. not until you finish,” zoro answered flatly, lifting his own weights like it was nothing, barely glancing over.

that was it. renee dropped the dumbbell and turned to leave. “i’m done.”

before he could take more than two steps, zoro was there. fast. hand wrapping around renee’s wrist, spinning him around.

“you’re not done,” he said, voice sharp, almost angry. “you’re really gonna give up that easy? after everything?”

renee yanked his hand free. “you’ve been pushing me so hard all week. you never did this before. why? what changed? i can’t do this anymore.”

and that’s when zoro’s walls cracked. his hands grabbed renee’s arm again, pulling him closer until there was barely any space between them. his voice dropped low, rough and unsteady.

“i can’t lose you too.”

everything froze. renee’s eyes went wide, remembering that fight, the pain, and how zoro looked at him just now — like he wasn’t sure he’d ever see him again.

“i’m sorry,” zoro whispered, resting his forehead against renee’s. “you get it now, right?”

and yeah. renee got it. his face burned, but he slowly lifted his arms, wrapping them around zoro’s back, pulling him in close.

“you won’t lose me,” he whispered. “i want to get stronger too, but... not like this.”

zoro nodded, holding him tighter like letting go wasn’t an option. “we’ll do it right this time. like before.”

and they did. after that, things just felt different. the training went back to normal, but there was something else there now. a new kind of closeness. zoro started touching him more — little things, like fixing his stance, brushing dirt off his shoulder, leaning in a little too close when he talked. renee didn’t mind. if anything, he wanted more.

during fights, zoro was always nearby. always watching his back. always ready to step in.

he might not have said the words out loud, but zoro’s actions made it obvious: his feelings for renee ran deep. deeper than either of them had expected. and with every day, it only grew.

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[yourundead]

slowly going threw more house studies. woke up from a nightmare and had to paint it. took me about an hour.

[wanderingmind867]

My fear of loss is going to kill me one day, I swear. Every day, I feel like I have to worry about losing something. And trust me: no matter how small the object is, that fear of loss gets to me and makes me feel miserable. I pretty much lost my old tablet (it's so old that it never retains charge, and we can't seem to fix it or transfer the data off it), I worry about losing my phone (since it's often incredibly slow and laggy), and today I worried I was almost losing my newer tablet too. And I know these are all material possessions, so I shouldn't really care that much. But I form attachments. And after years with an object, the of losing it sometimes becomes too much to bear. So i just...I hate all of this, but I can't really help it. sigh...

[fucked-up-brain]

I have found people in my life that I never want to lose again. But so often it feels like I could lose them at any second. It tears me apart.

[starwarsgrl77]

I was always afraid to live without you. Now, I have to.

[king-starscreams-fics]

Transformers - All Media Types - King-Starscream (EMS_Writer) - Aftermath [Archive of Our Own]

The story of what took place after the sparkeater was slain in Dark Nights and Green Eyes:

Optimus approached Megatron's side as they reached the barn from opposite directions. He stared down at the charred and still-smoking remains of the creature in front of the building. Then he turned his stare on its slayer.

"I thought these things were a myth."

Megatron shivered. "Any gladiator would tell you otherwise."

"You have seen more horrors than I had realised, old friend."

Language: English

Words: 3,072

Chapters: 1

[nancy1954]

Manchmal hat man Angst. Es ist die Art von Angst irgendwann alleine zu sein. Angst davor Freunde und Familie zu verlieren.

[mar9iech]

And Period.

Just when you think I don't notice, I do Thus, count the silence, I do too

I know sometimes it's too painful to talk But as we listen to the clock In our heart, we know What we hide will learn to show

It's in our eyes and our small lies "I'm good," and period.

It's in how they refuse to meet each other's gaze It's in how we refuse to see;

It's in how we are short to stay and quick to leave It's in the fear of losing you and me

What we've had we try to protect Why insist on each other's neck?

©mar9iech (first posted: Feb 2018)