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midnghtprentiss · 3 days ago

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yours - jack abbot x f!doctor!reader

a/n: this is for “ a doctor day” which i am so happy to be a part of. it took me some time to think about something cool but i tried my best to work with this prompt. so i really really really hope you enjoy it as much as me. i tried to be subtle about the color cause in my head it means something really bigger.

a big thank you to @letsgobarbs @ananonymousaffair @clubsoft for creating this project!!!

prompt: The nights feel dull and tasteless without you, I try to get through them but they seem so endless.

color: pink.

word count: +3k

Everything started with an offer for you to go teach at a hospital in London. You were so excited, it was your dream since medical school and you’ve worked hard to experience the things you always wanted. It started small: residency, then you got masters and a doctorate. The job offer wasn’t out of the blue, they were watching your every move, gluing to the details of your incredible brain.

You loved working at the ED, the adrenaline, the sight of doing something good and to actually do what you loved. You found valuable things there: friends, family and love. You found Jack there. He was your rock, the biggest supporter you could ever get and he couldn’t get in the way of you getting what you always wanted. The moment you told him what they offered he knew being selfish would kill him and letting you go would kill him either.

The breakup was clean with a lot of tears and feelings. Too many words were said meaning the same thing: you loved him and he loved you more than anyone.

“Will you miss me?” You whispered, cuddled with him.

“Every day til you come back to me.” He smelled your hair, pulling you closer.

So he let you go, even if meant to put his plans on stand by. The house, the ring, the children. He would wait and so did you.

The day you left was the day he lost himself in his own mind. Jack was quieter, more introspective and a little sadder, Robby pointed out for Dana once. He was still capable of doing his job, of course he was. But you weren’t there to help him, to make funny remarks about him or to share a candy bar when the chaos finally stopped. You weren’t there for him to take you home, in fact, you were making yourself a home somewhere else that wasn’t with him.

He was terrified of you meeting another person that could easily erase him from your mind. The idea of you marrying someone else haunted him more often than he could admit. He would never forgive himself if the children of another man had the eyes of the girl he couldn’t forget - his girl.

You stopped talking to each other as a silent agreement. It was easy to do your jobs if the anxiety of someone waiting for the call or text wasn’t on your mind all the time. Suddenly three months became three years and the lump in your throat, the knot in Jack’s chest, got loose.

The countless nights you almost called him to hear his voice or text to know how he was doing, if he was eating, sleeping and trying to be a normal person. Jack almost did the same too. He dialed your number and gave up, he wrote you letters and a journal to inform you about how he was dealing with the distance.

You moved on, made friends, got yourself a home with the things you only dreamed off before and got your shit together. You were a really popular name among the medical teaching. You did some impressive research, amazing experiments and innovations on the field, especially on emergency education, the top of your field. Jack watched you from afar the whole time, he read your papers, he watched your online classes, he did everything to keep you close to him. And he waited patiently for you.

Pitt was watching you again, they needed someone like you to teach new doctors on the night shift and to take the hospital to the next level, so they offered you another deal.

You accepted right away. No questions asked.

Your first call was to Robby and Dana, you decided to let them know you were coming back to work at the hospital again. They were really happy, especially Dana for getting her coffee partner back. You thought about texting Jack, but the uncertain feeling if we ever wanted to hear about you again made you tremble with fear, so you didn’t. Perhaps he already knew you were coming back.

He did.

The cold Pittsburg breeze brought back the familiar memories once again. The laughter, the tears, the pain and the comfort. You needed that so bad, you almost didn’t feel the moisture on your cheeks and your heavy breathing.

Nothing like home, right?

You got into the hospital fifteen minutes before your shift started. You were overjoyed to be there surrounded by so many familiar faces. Princess and Perlah were the first ones to see you, for a fraction of seconds you almost missed their hugs.

“You are so back! Thank God.” Princess held you tighter, shaking you in her arms.

“I’m so glad to be back.” They let you go and you went straight to the nursing station, catching Robby and Dana’s attention.

“I can’t believe my eyes.” Robby’s words made you blush, embracing them. “We missed you here, London.”

“London?” You questioned him with eyebrows raised.

“Only the best of us came back, I’m glad you did.” Dana whispered, kissing your temple.

“I can’t wait to see you making these guys peed in their pants.”

“It’s going to be a pleasure to make them fear me.” Robby gasped, making you laugh a little louder.

The nurses joined in for a warm hug and some small talk, even Garcia showed up to see you and you were really surprised to find out she’s literally dating a girl from the residency. She just mouthed you that you talk more later and moved back to the OR. You really missed those people and suddenly life was so much better and lighter.

He was watching everything from the other side of the room. His heart filled with something he couldn’t give a name right away. You looked different in his eyes. Maybe your hair, your bone structure, your cheeks. He didn’t know. Still the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. You were there, so close to him and he was paralyzed. Frozen in his own world.

Jack spent nights imagining how he would react when you come back, how he would take you in his arms and forget the rest about the rest, kiss your face and plead you to not walk away ever again, to make his arms home once more. But you were right there and he lost his ability to move and be a fucking person.

You caught his eyes and gave him a shy smile. Not going straight to him, giving the time you knew he was going to need before doing something else and besides, you were so involved with the crew that for a millisecond you forgot about the butterfly in your stomach almost making you throw up there.

He wasn’t ready to talk to you. Not yet. Jack heard the rumors, he knew you’ll be back soon to be in the hospital again. Same shift, same people, different you, different him. He hated the change. At the same time, he needed to have you right over there next to him to make sure you weren’t going anywhere far from him. His mind was racing with millions of things and most of them were about you.

By the time the shift started, you were already with the students, talking about your work and what you expect them to do and learned from you. They noticed how smillish and nice you seem just for the way you lead them through the trauma bay introducing one by one to the team. First Shen, who was too energetic by your return to stop talking and then Ellis, who were all sweet and great with everybody else. Bridget couldn’t keep her hands to herself, hugging you in all the opportunities she had. And then Jack, he was serious the whole time, shaking the students hands and quickly looking at you.

“This is the night shift crew. If I’m not around you can always ask them for help. Doctor Shen is the sweetest person here but you don’t want to piss him off. Dr. Ellis is an amazing teacher if you want to learn something and I’m pretty sure you want to, again guys, don’t piss her off.” You took a deep breath and looked at him. “This is doctor Abbot, he is the best trauma surgeon here and if I were you, I’ll try to be nice to him, he’s a surprise box to solve problems and rage Dr. Walsh.”

You tried your best to focus on them, ignoring his hot gaze on your face, reading you microexpressions like it was his newspaper. His presence made you overwhelmed enough to stumble in a few words. They introduced themselves to them and led them to the patients they were looking for at night.

Jack liked the new version of you. Confident, smarter, better. Watching you teach was absolutely incredible, you delivered everything without problems, making these kids really think and understand what took him years to do. The more he looked, the more he wanted to take you home and forget about the three years you were gone.

“Want a picture, Abbot?” You teased him, leaning against the counter with a tablet in hand.

“If looking at a pretty thing is a crime put me in the fucking jail.” He crossed his arms, locking your gaze.

“Good to know your taste hasn't changed.”

“We’re talking about something really serious and I don’t play about anything that revolves around you.” He admitted, coming closer to where you were. “You were missed around here.”

“I missed being here too.” Your words sounded like a whisper as he was getting closer.

“We need to talk.” Jack held your arm, softly caressing your skin.

“Abbot’s pancakes?”

“You’re still bossy, wow.” He would do whatever you asked. “Whatever you want, gorgeous.”

“Asshole.” You dismissed him, going the other way shaking your head.

The next hours felt like you’ve never gone away for three years. The crew was the same you remembered but better and your tiredness didn’t turn out to be an issue. At 07 am you were pretty awake, the adrenaline was making you excited and you couldn’t stop moving around the room.

You spent at least twenty minutes explaining about your patients to the day crew before really leaving the ER. It was a great day for you, the familiar taste of doing what you love with people you love made your heart ache with happiness. You were glad to be there again.

Jack was waiting for you at the parking lot, hands in his pockets and eyes on you. You approached him slowly, stopping a few steps away. He watched your face with a discreet smirk, shaking his head.

He followed you to your car, making sure you were safe enough to drive to his house - the same one you shared for almost two years. The unease on your chest was making you almost throw up in your car. You parked in the driveway, watching the house from the outside for a while. He was still watching you, he couldn’t stop himself from that.

The small garden you cultivated was still intact, the pink flowers you loved and a few other plants that weren’t there before. He took care of the garden religiously for you. That was his way of hoping you come back to him. You walked towards the entrance slowly, capturing the details you missed while away. Jack finally put the swing on the front porch, like you planned on doing to make the house seem more cozy.

“I thought it would be nice to sit here sometimes to watch the neighborhood.” He mentioned and opened the door for you.

The inside was the same you remembered. The picture frames, the decoration. He changed some furniture but the rest looked the same. He still kept the picture of you two above the fireplace with the same flowers you used to put there. In your heed, when he did those things brought him some hope to believe you were coming back to him.

“You still buy the flowers?” You asked, turning your face to look at him.

“Every wednesday at the farmers market.” He nodded, walking to the kitchen.

Everything looked the same, like you never left. Even the cinnamon smell you absolutely loved lingered in the air.

The kitchen was absolutely your favorite place in the house. You got to spend hours sitting at the table doing your shit or just baking whatever came to your head, sipping tea and being loved. Jack had the perfect vision from the living room when you were in the kitchen. He never told you but he had a lot of pictures of you sitting there existing like you’re the only God he believed.

He served you some coffee and went back to the other side of the counter, putting the ingredients to do the pancakes you asked. The comfortable silence was pleasant, reminding you of the morning you shared in the same way: him doing the breakfast and you enjoying the view.

“How was London? Last time I heard you were the chief of the trauma department there.” Jack was trying his best to avoid the topic he needed to talk about.

“It was good. Cold, rainy and absolutely no pancakes.” You joked, crossing your arms over the table. “I had a good time, did things I only dreamed of, taught a lot of people and got to travel a bit.”

“You traveled? Where did you go?” He seemed interested.

“I went to visit Greece, did a tour around Italy with a couple of friends, my nephews came to visit me during winter and we went skiing in Switzerland.” You sipped more coffee, smiling at the memories. “I went to a safari, Jack!” Your words slipped in a funny way and he recognized how happy you were. “You would’ve loved that.”

“Yeah, I can imagine.” Suddenly he stopped in his tracks to finally watch you.

You appeared relaxed, leaning against the chair, hair messed in a bun, jacket already off and barefoot. Looking like an absolute dream. Like the love of his life.

“I missed you, you know? A lot.” You admitted, looking away from him. “I almost called you so many times and never had the courage to do it.”

“I would’ve picked on the first ring.” He chuckled, mixing the ingredients trying to not stare for too long. “I wrote you some letters and a journal.”

“You did?” Jack nodded, making you smile larger. “I may have taken some pictures of things and places that reminded me of you and kept them on an album to give to you. I hope you enjoy the crazy selfies and the endless comments on the people.” He laughed, picturing the scenes.

He took his time to finish the pancakes, putting them on the table and sitting across from you with his cup of coffee. The dynamics between you haven’t changed at all, he still knew what you needed before you asked and you still read his face with ease.

“I thought I had lost you forever.” Jack declared, making you stop. “The day I let you go was the worst day of my life, I felt so powerless and selfish. I couldn’t be the reason you give up your dreams because they were in you before I was present in your life and being the motive of your unhappiness was going to kill me.” You felt your stomach drop. “The nights feel dull and tasteless without you, I try to get through them but they seem so endless. The night shift sucked without you there, our bed was cold, I barely slept thinking about you.”

“The idea of you finding somebody else and deciding to marry and have children.” He didn’t continue and you held his hand.

“Jack, I am yours and yours only.” You squeezed his hand. “I spent a few weeks crying before bed, wanting to run back to you. The day I went on that plane I left a piece of my heart with you. The life we were building, the plans, the marriage, the children.” You mumbled with tears, chuckling. “Never crossed my mind doing those things with anybody else. It’s always been you and it’s always gonna be. Besides, European guys are not that attractive.” His jaw tensed and you burst out laughing. “I’m just messing with you.”

“I hate this.” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

“Whatever you say, honey.” You winked, giggling under your breath.

“Does this mean we can start over?” He asked, holding your gaze.

“Always, Jack.” You smiled.

That’s how after breakfast you ended up moving back to your place. The countless boxes with your stuff, bags filled with clothes and your favorite book collection around his living room. You were tired but nothing like the feeling of being home with him. Jack sent you to sleep a while later, finding you curled in his side of the bed, holding his pillow to smell his scent.

He enjoyed the quietness of the morning to go through the album you made him. Pink cover with some shells and his name in gold letters. On the first page he found a small note you wrote.

“To Jack. I hope you know I thought about you a lot and these memories are an extension of my endless love for you. Love, your girl.”

He couldn't contain a smile with the note, sighing as he passed to the next pages. The first real picture was you outside the hospital in London, bright smile, fearless, beautiful as ever. The note under the picture made him giggle, flushed.

“You wished me good day before I took this. It was in fact a good day ‘cause I imagined you with me all the time.”

He kept passing the pages, amused by the great photos and the small remarks that sounded too much like you. His favorite was one of you sitting at the safari cart, wearing a pink cap, caressing a giraffe with one hand and with the other showing the necklace he gifted you a few years ago, the largest smile he’d ever seen, eyes shining and cheeks red from laughing. A look he recognized damn well. What made the picture even better was the small text.

“I was in the safari in this. When theguide was tooking the picture the fucking lion roared next to the cart, almost peed my pants. Definitely not like Lion King, Disney lied to us. The cap was a gift from a child at the village I visited, he said it was to protect me and I truly believed in his words. The necklace is to represent you with me there and the giraffe, well, I’m in love. You would’ve loved this trip. I want to come back with you. Honeymoon maybe?” Love, your (not so) wild girl.”

He saw fragments of yourself, a version he was glad you enjoyed while doing the things you loved and still think about him so highly. He didn’t deserve you. Jack would never admit that you’re the light of his life, the shining star that guides him home every time he feels lost.

You were exactly where you’re supposed to be.

In his life, in his home, his bed, laying in his sheets with your favorite pink pajamas, being absolutely his.

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erosastro · 21 days ago

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Pick a pile three times and let’s get a peak into your future

Home/Family Life (Pile one: Tigers Eye, Pile Two: Amethyst and Pile Three: Black Tourmaline)

Pile one: Tigers Eye

At the moment, your home and family life might feel a little chaotic. Maybe like you’re pulled in every direction and don’t know how to ground yourself. You may be feeling a lot of internal conflict regarding something; you’re questioning things and dynamics, I’m hearing. There might be secrets or manipulation that you’re trying to work through. This will turn around, the key is finding your inner strength, it’s looking beyond the veil and staying true to yourself. I keep hearing self love. There’s going to be a very powerful and much needed time of introspection in order for you to stay grounded and learn to trust your intuition because you’re going to come out of this as the queen of cups. Don’t be afraid to dig a little deeper to find things within yourself that maybe you’re too scared to face at the moment or are working up the courage to. Leo energy is very strong. It’s all about your confidence and believing in yourself, pile one.

Pile two: Amethyst

I keep hearing closure? And I’m hearing someone saying that they’re sorry. This could be you or someone else saying this. Pile two, you need to put the love you give to others into yourself as well. Learn to trust your inner guidance. I’m seeing here that maybe wounds from when you were younger, perhaps from a father/masculine figure has hindered your confidence and the way you see the world. Something recently may not have worked out the way you wanted it to and that might be what the closure is regarding. But trust in the process of what’s unfolding for you, trust your ideas and look at the bigger picture. There’s lots of Gemini energy as well which is related to the third house so there might also be some siblings wounds that need tending to. For some of you, someone close to you may have moved away and now that’s leaving you very lost. But trust me there are answers in what you don’t see right now. They’re coming and that give and take it about to become equal. You just need to try and see the bigger picture. Sometimes rejection is redirection.

Pile Three: Black Tourmaline

Pile your energy is infectious. I think you’re definitely shining brightly right now. You may have come out of a very mentally exhausting cycle and have finally learnt how to put yourself first, to nurture and take care of yourself and oof baby that confidence is growing. I think you’re also splurging on nice things perhaps a bit too much but honestly you deserve it. Your current energies are great and being carried over into future energies is what I’m seeing. You’re learning how to balance your home and work life and resting when you need to (if this is something you’re still learning I see you nailing it in the near future). You’re learning how to believe in yourself and the universe and embracing all that comes with it. This is a very abundant time for yourself. If any of you are trying to get pregnant, I see that this might be happening soon as well (only take it if it resonates please!) continue on this trajectory because you’re unlocking such wonderful parts of yourself that you can share with your family/within your home. I also heard someone say that they’re really proud of you.

Your career (Pile one: Selenite, Pile two: Agate, Pile three: Celestite)

Pile one: Selenite

I’m hearing that you do not need to do everything on your own lol. I also see some massive burnout right now. You might have lost your spark or inspiration to what you’re doing but I hear that it’s not exactly feeding your soul. Perhaps the work itself or people feel like this. But you’re definitely working on it or will be in the near future. I think you’re trying to find your purpose here and it’s related to something you already know you love. It might not be conventional or it might feel out of reach but the first step is accepting or seeking help from others. Everything you’ve worked for will pay off. You are more than good enough to reach your goals; you just have to try to stop micromanaging. There’s strong Capricorn energy in this pile.

Time frame: five months/28 weeks stick out to me

Pile Two: Agate

You might currently be trying to make something work that doesn’t. I’m hearing that it might be because it’s financially secure and has good pay. But deep down you’re stressed tf out lol. You’re worried about the future and I’m hearing for some of you your family legacy? I feel like you tell yourself it’s just your bad luck and talk yourself down. This might be from habits in your past when you were younger but it’s time to let go of things that aren’t serving you. You seem like creative souls and your soul yearns to do something more. I hear more than just a soul sucking 9-5. It might be too risky but I think you’re going to realise that it might be worth the risk and once you do, a brand new start/beginning is coming for you. The wheel will turn in your favour. Nothing in your life is set in stone. You have the power to change it if you’re brave enough. This creative endeavour may be something to do with your voice/music or fashion for some of you. Please remember you’re more powerful than you think. Once you grasp that, you can change your entire world.

Time frame: 10 months and for some I hear six/nine months/ weeks.

Pile Three: Celestite

Lovely energies right off the bat. You know what you want pile three and you’re determined to get it. Some of you may be trying to move to another city/country for a job or have already done so. The only thing I see here is that you’re questioning yourself and your abilities? You might be listening to a lot of other people’s opinions but honestly, spirit is saying that as long as you’re happy, they don’t need to matter, to get out of your head. For some of you I see that you might be coming out of a cycle and are trying to get onto a path that’s true to who you are. There might have been some questioning your self-identity and this might have been from other people but whatever it is that you see for yourself, you have the power to get it. You just have to get rid of those self-limiting beliefs that are keeping you up at knight. Spirit is also saying that your journey is important so be patient and gentle with yourself. A lot of you might be empaths, so be careful you don’t absorb everyone else’s energy. Also that if things don’t work out exactly how it’s planned, you’re fine to try a different route, it doesn’t have to be only one way.

Time frame: Gemini season might be significant but otherwise this one isn’t giving me a specific time frame.

Your love life (Pile One: rose quartz, Pile Two: Spirit Quartz, Pile Three: Pyrite)

Pile one: Rose quartz

You might be heavy into manifesting a specific person or have an idea of a person that you’re set on manifesting. Spirit is saying that you’re very sure of yourself and your abilities at the moment but you may need to take a step back to evaluate what it is you really want. Not everything might be realistic/practical right now. You may have a group of people that might put you through the wringer before meeting the one you spend your life with. I see you might have to release some toxic exes/cycles as well but the wheel will turn in your favour. When you meet this person, they may be shy so you may have to end up making the first move. I also see that you may be coming out of a really bad relationship when you meet this person.

Significant times/signs: Pisces is heavy, then Virgo and Gemini and Capricorn

Pile two: Spirit quartz

Pile two your energy!! I think you may have already met someone you will spend the rest of your life with or are already in a deep commitment with. If you haven’t, I see this coming in hot before you know it. You’re connected deeply with spirit/God/the universe and I think you’re already in a great place of appreciation. Because of your faith, the love you’re manifesting will come in and it’ll be everything you’ve ever wanted. This person is someone you can be weird around, is what I’m hearing. It might feel like you or them are under a spell whenever you’re with them lol. Deep love and possible soulmate connection.

Significant time/seasons: heavy Libra, Virgo, Gemini

Pile Three: Pyrite

Pile three you are more powerful than you know and your voice deserves to be heard. I think you might be going through some tough times at the moment. Perhaps something major in your life has ended and you’re not sure what to do or for some, you’re stuck in an unhealthy relationship and don’t know how to get out. The message is to let God/the Universe/Spirit in. You are being led in the right direction. Find it within yourself to do what your heart is telling to you do in tandem with your mind. Let go because you need to. Once you do, and you finally move forward, you’ll find your divine counter part. But this is only when you take control and let go of what you need to, even if this is past beliefs. This will be a very stable and healthy relationship and it might actually be in a whole different country or city. Maybe on a cruise for some. Or you bond over something regarding the ocean. Please stay strong though, pile three. You are worthy of real love.

Significant times/seasons: strangely enough I don’t see any period sticking out. But strong earth energy in general so that may be significant

#tarot guidance #tarot reading #pick a pile #pick a deck #love readings #career readings #love tarot readings #tarot #daily tarot #predictions

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interstellarrisa · 10 months ago

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Some subconscious fun

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You might've heard people saying that are our brain is amazing and capable of astounding things and well they're not wrong. Your brain is the most complex organ in the body with billions of neurons that have trillions of connections called synapses that makes it able to communicate, with this information how can we say that it's not amazing?

Our consciousness is thought to sit at the cerebral cortex and is said to have three levels to it. The conscious, subconscious and unconscious. They're all tasked with different things. I'll explain them all...

The conscious: This is the part that we have control over, our thoughts, feelings, decisions and acknowledgement are all made here. It's what you're using right now to read this post and also where the awareness of you reading this post is. Basically thoughts, feelings and awareness.

The subconscious: It's not in the current focus of our awareness hence called the subconscious mind. It's a barrier that's put up by our mind so that we don't become overwhelmed by all the information that we get when we interact with this world. For example our nose in the center of our vision, the feeling of our clothes or our tongue resting on the roof of our mouth. Because of this barrier we're allowed to focus our awareness on more important decision making and cognitive tasks without getting overwhelmed. This can be noticed when we decide (conscious) to pick up a new skill which can be hard to learn and do before we become a natural at it which then makes it an automatic (subconscious) skill.

The unconscious: It's perhaps the most mysterious form of consciousness since it's not available for introspection or analysis. We do know that it's a hoard of feelings, thoughts and memories lost from our conscious mind, it contains the painful past that we might simply want to forget about. Some people say that we never forget and that it just get's buried deep down within our mind and with the right signals we can recover the forgotten memories.

Now to the fun part. It's a small "experiment" that you can do every night just to see how amazing your subconscious mind truly is. Firstly I haven't found any article's stating that this is your subconscious minds doing, some say it might be your circadian rhythm (internal body clock) but I personally assume that it's your subconscious and if you know loa let's just go with it.

The experiment is you controlling when you wake up. You might go "really, that's it?" but when you first do it and it works it'll feel a bit 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, anyways here's what to do.

Go to bed. Doesn't need to be nighttime you just need to go to sleep for this.

While falling asleep tell yourself that you'll wake up in xxx hours/minutes. For example you go to bed at 00:00 and want to wake up in 8 hours, naturally that would be 08:00 so just affirm "I will wake up in 8 hours." or "I will wake up at 08:00"

Drift off to sleep~

Wake up and check the time and it should be the designated time.

This is actually a technique used a lot in lucid dreaming method's and could also be used in shifting/manifesting/void method's. Since the brain is just like a sponge when you wake up it absorbs any kind of information presented it with and sometimes induces "hallucinations". I'd recommend shorting the time you sleep if you're gonna use it as a method though. It's also pretty similar if not the same to SATS.

This has worked for me on multiple occasions and if you wake up and the time doesn't match when you wanted to wake up it might be because you already woke up earlier and just went back to sleep and forgot about it later, happened with me a few times but because of signals I remembered. I even got rid of my alarm for school because of this and I still woke up in time for school.

warning: if this post does NOT resonate with you or your beliefs feel free to ignore it, you don't need to send hate or make posts on how stupid this is or that it's wrong. some might misunderstand this post (like the last one) and make misguided comments, please think a little before you open your mouth :). yapping session is cause i'm really interested in this topic lol.

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majikkulu · 8 months ago

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˙˖ ࿔ WHAT DOES ASTEROID HEKATE (100) DO? ⚘ ⋆｡

⤷ she’s all about magic, intuition, crossroads, and the stuff that happens in the shadows. late-night thoughts, major life shifts, or moments where you’re like “i don’t know what to do next.” she’s basically the spiritual gps when you’re lost in the dark. ˚. ᵎᵎ

⤷ wherever hekate shows up in your chart is the spot where life might throw you some plot twists. it’s where you’ll be faced with choices, deep transformations, and hidden truths you can’t ignore. she helps you unlock your inner knowing, especially when things feel confusing or mysterious. if you ever feel like you're going through something big but can't explain it? that's probably her energy working behind the scenes. ˚. ᵎᵎ

﹒ ﹢ ♡. HEKATE IN 1H/ARIES ﹑ ﹒ you have a really cool, mysterious vibe that makes people curious about you. your intuition is super strong, and you might even have psychic abilities. this gives you a natural wisdom that others find fascinating, especially if you're into spiritual stuff. while you might be drawn to spiritual practices, fully embracing them could be challenging. you're very sensitive to your surroundings and you trust your instincts. your journey involves listening to your inner voice and following your gut. people feel there’s more to you than meets the eye, and your powerful presence can be very magnetic. however, you might struggle with knowing exactly who you are and what path to take.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. HEKATE IN 2H/TAURUS ﹑ ﹒ you have a knack for making smart choices with your money and possessions through your intuition. your financial situation might go through a lot of ups and downs, but these changes help you figure out what’s truly important. you might find yourself deciding what to keep and exploring new ways to earn money. you probably value items with special meaning. over time, your priorities might shift, and you’ll rethink what’s worth holding onto. you might be drawn to earning money through spiritual work like astrology or tarot. even though your finances can be a bit unpredictable, remember that your true worth comes from your spiritual and intuitive gifts, not just material things.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. HEKATE IN 3H/GEMINI ﹑ ﹒ you speak in a way that’s intense and full of insight, often using metaphors and talking about deep topics like psychology or mystical themes. you might have a natural understanding of what others are thinking and feeling. advising your siblings or close relatives might come easily to you. however, you might find it tricky to clearly express your own thoughts and feelings, which can sometimes lead to misunderstandings.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. HEKATE IN 4H/CANCER ﹑ ﹒ you might go through major changes related to your family and home, like moving or shifts in family dynamics. your home could feel like a special, mysterious place that you protect strongly. you might discover deep truths about your family or even uncover secrets. you could be someone others rely on for emotional support, which can be a lot of pressure. you might have inherited spiritual abilities from your family, and these could be a big part of who you are. handling strong emotions and family conflicts might require you to take a step back for some introspection and healing. it’s important for you to set boundaries to take care of yourself while still being there for your loved ones.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. HEKATE IN 5H/LEO ﹑ ﹒ you’re drawn to exploring spiritual themes through your creativity. creative activities help you express your deep, hidden truths. when you date, you look for strong emotional or spiritual connections and are often attracted to people who share your mystical interests. your intuition makes these connections intense and transformative, helping you understand yourself better. you use creative outlets to connect with your inner self and explore spiritual practices that make you happy. you’re also great with kids, understanding them intuitively and guiding them with wisdom. you might face creative blocks, but these challenges often lead to new insights or breakthroughs.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. HEKATE IN 6H/VIRGO ﹑ ﹒ you might be drawn to careers with a spiritual theme, like healing or counseling. your job situation could change a lot, and you’ll likely know intuitively if something is wrong with your health, which might lead you to holistic practices like energy healing or meditation. emotional or spiritual issues might show up as physical symptoms. your daily routine might include spiritual practices like meditation, and you might naturally organize what feels right to you. helping others could be fulfilling, especially when it comes to understanding their personal and emotional struggles. however, this placement might also lead to stress or dissatisfaction, causing you to overthink your path or daily tasks.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. HEKATE IN 7H/LIBRA ﹑ ﹒ you form deep, transformative relationships and attract partners who are intense and spiritual. these partners might push you to explore new sides of yourself and your relationship dynamics. you have an intuitive understanding of your partner’s needs and desires. you might be drawn to mysterious partners who reveal hidden parts of themselves or your relationship. some connections could feel significant or even karmic. this placement can also bring challenges related to control and emotional conflicts, similar to having pluto in the 7th house.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. HEKATE IN 8H/SCORPIO ﹑ ﹒ for you, intimacy can be intense and revealing, bringing up psychological and spiritual truths about yourself and your partners. you might be interested in exploring hidden or taboo aspects of sex. your intuition is strong when it comes to shared finances. you might face fears and psychological issues that lead to personal growth. you could be interested in mystical practices like astrology or tarot. working through past traumas and unresolved issues can bring healing and a sense of renewal. however, you might encounter issues with control or power in your intimate relationships or financial dealings. despite these challenges, you could do really well in business.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. HEKATE IN 9H/SAGITTARIUS ﹑ ﹒ you might experience changes in your beliefs and how you view life's purpose, often leading you to a more spiritual perspective. you could be drawn to esoteric or occult philosophies and approach learning with your intuition. traveling might bring transformative experiences and new insights. you might be attracted to places with spiritual or mystical significance, prompting deeper reflection. exploring the universe and its mysteries could fascinate you. your deep knowledge and intuitive understanding can make you a great teacher.

﹒ ﹢ ��. HEKATE IN 10H/CAPRICORN ﹑ ﹒ your career and goals might go through changes, and you could be drawn to roles that involve mystical practices. the public might see you as someone who brings a unique, transformative energy with innovative ideas. your strong intuition can help you make decisions that lead to success. in your work, you might take on a mentoring role. this placement can bring intense or challenging experiences, and you might explore hidden aspects of society.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. HEKATE IN 11H/AQUARIUS ﹑ ﹒ you might experience deep and transformative friendships and interactions. you often attract friends who are intense or spiritual, bringing significant changes into your life. you might be drawn to groups with mystical or esoteric interests. your long-term goals might involve spiritual themes, and you have an intuitive sense of your dreams and aspirations. you could experience intense dynamics within your social circle, like power struggles. you might take on a leadership role in your group, providing guidance and support. your aspirations have a spiritual purpose, leading to a fulfilling journey.

﹒ ﹢ ♡. HEKATE IN 12H/PISCES ﹑ ﹒ you might go through inner changes and transformations, exploring hidden parts of yourself. this can lead to self-discovery and healing. spending time alone can offer you growth and spiritual insight. you might be pushed to confront and address shadow aspects of yourself, which can be intense but also healing. you may need to work through self-sabotaging tendencies. your path involves deep inner work and exploring hidden realms, so trusting your inner guidance and intuition is key. this placement can bring healing, inner peace, and insights from unknown sources.

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Out Of The Darkness

Summary: Y/N finds herself lost in deep subspace after an intense scene with Harry. As the emotional and physical toll of the experience starts to overwhelm her, Harry realizes she’s slipping too far away. He gently but urgently calls it, determined to guide her back from the depths with tender aftercare. As he holds her and reassures her, he struggles to help her reconnect with the present, and together, they slowly navigate the space between vulnerability and comfort, reminding each other of the deep connection they share.

A/N: hi sweet angels!! 🥺 thank you so much for reading Out of the Darkness—this one is so special to me. i really wanted to explore the softer, more vulnerable side of kink—how intense trust, aftercare, and emotional connection are just as important (if not more!) than the scene itself. this fic is deeply personal and tender, and writing it felt like wrapping someone in a warm hug after a storm. i hope it made you feel seen, held, and reminded you how powerful love can be when it’s gentle. Based on this request.

sending you all the cozy vibes, forehead kisses, and soft blankets!! pls don’t forget to drink water and check in with yourselves today

Word Count: 9,4k

Warnings:

BDSM dynamics (consensual power exchange)

Intense subspace / subdrop themes

Mentions of emotional vulnerability and disorientation

Aftercare-heavy content

Safe, sane, consensual kink (but very emotionally raw)

Soft dom!Harry

Reader experiencing physical and emotional overwhelm (handled gently)

Mentions of crying / tears

Very intimate and introspective

Wasn’t proofread sorry!!

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The room was quiet, except for the low hum of music playing through the speakers—soft, atmospheric, barely there. It wasn't anything with lyrics, just a slow, rolling rhythm that matched the pulsing dim light from the corner lamp. The air was warm, heavy with that lived-in scent of home and the subtle spice of the candle Harry had lit an hour ago. Vanilla and sandalwood. The curtains were drawn, shadows stretching gently across the walls, and everything in the room felt like it belonged to this moment—contained, intimate, untouched by the world outside.

Y/N was on her knees, her breathing slow and steady, fingers loosely curled against her thighs. She wasn't bound—Harry hadn’t gone for ropes tonight. This was about something different. It was about trust, about surrendering in a way that had nothing to do with restraints and everything to do with her choosing to stay. Choosing to give him control, and herself completely. Her eyes were cast downward, lashes soft against her cheeks, and the way her chest rose and fell said she was calm. Present. But already teetering close to that edge where the world begins to fade a little.

Harry knelt in front of her, not touching, just watching. He’d been guiding her through this for the past hour, shifting slowly from playful commands to something quieter, more intense. There was nothing rushed in the way he moved or spoke—every gesture deliberate, every word purposeful. He wanted her to feel it, to let herself sink into it fully. There had been teasing at first, a bit of light pain, some breathy laughs exchanged when she challenged him with a look or a smirk. But those had faded as the energy shifted between them, as he brought her deeper into the space they shared.

“Doing alright, baby?” he asked, voice low and smooth, one hand lifting to gently brush her cheek. She leaned into the touch without speaking, just nodding slowly, eyes fluttering closed. That small gesture told him more than words could. She was already starting to let go, piece by piece, surrendering control the way they’d talked about. He dragged his thumb along her lower lip, a ghost of a smile playing on his face as he watched her react—barely. Slower now. More internal.

“Color?” he prompted again, soft but clear.

“Green,” she murmured, almost too quiet, but not quite.

He nodded, satisfied. “Good girl.”

It landed with weight, those two words. Not just praise, but a promise. That he saw her. That she was safe. That he was right here, watching every shift in her body, every flicker of change behind her expression.

He stood, circling her slowly, his bare feet making no sound on the plush rug beneath them. She didn’t move, didn’t flinch—completely still, waiting. Trusting. The tension was thick now, not from fear, but from anticipation. She was in it with him, deeply so, and Harry could feel it in the air, the invisible thread connecting them stretched taut.

“Hands behind your back,” he said quietly, returning to stand behind her. She obeyed instantly, lacing her fingers without hesitation. He didn’t bind them—didn’t need to. The power exchange was enough. He leaned down, close to her ear. “You’re being so good for me.”

She let out a soft exhale, and he could hear it—how much she needed to hear that, how much the reassurance anchored her. Harry’s fingers grazed her shoulders, moved down slowly along her arms, not grabbing, just mapping her, reminding her he was there. Present. In control.

He took his time. There was no rush to the build-up, no urgency to escalate. This was where he thrived—slow tension, psychological depth, the long draw of anticipation. Y/N trembled slightly when his fingers brushed the inside of her thigh, but she didn’t break form. He was careful to keep checking in without overwhelming her. Whispered questions. Gentle touches. Watching the rise and fall of her breath. Watching the way her body responded before her voice did.

At one point, she wavered—not out of uncertainty, but from being so deep in it already. Harry noticed. Her knees shifted, her spine curved ever so slightly forward. It was subtle, but he caught it, and he moved closer again, kneeling behind her and wrapping one arm gently around her waist to steady her.

“Still with me, baby?” he asked, his mouth close to her ear.

She nodded again, slower this time. “Yeah. I’m here.”

Her voice was breathy, a little distant. Not quite gone, but slipping. He filed that away. Her edges were softening. It was early still, but she was going deeper than she usually did. He didn't panic. Just adjusted.

He ran his hand down her side, grounding her, and kissed the curve of her shoulder. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered.

The scene kept unfolding like that—unhurried, deliberate, deep. He shifted her position, had her lay on the padded blanket near the foot of the bed, kissed her lips softly before slipping a silk blindfold over her eyes. Her breathing hitched, but she didn’t protest. That was a new layer for them—giving up her sight—and it thrilled him that she trusted him enough to accept it without fear. He checked in again, a gentle squeeze to her hand, a quiet word, and her whispered response confirmed it.

Green.

He explored her slowly, using his voice, his hands, and careful temperature play to blur her awareness. Ice against her inner wrist. Warm breath against her neck. Fingertips grazing, never staying long in one place. Every reaction she gave—every sigh, every shiver—was noted, responded to, drawn out. He watched the way her mouth parted when he dragged a soft feather across the back of her knee, the way she squirmed when he pressed his lips to the inside of her arm, the skin so sensitive there. He watched her unravel with infinite care.

The deeper she sank, the quieter she became. Not silent in a distant way—just unmoored. Her limbs loosened. Her jaw slackened. Her responses grew slower, like she was underwater and everything was moving through syrup. Harry recognized it instantly. Subspace. She was slipping into it earlier than he expected tonight, and it was beautiful to watch. But it also meant he had to be even more careful now. She was vulnerable in a different way.

He leaned down, brushing his nose against her cheek. “Color?”

It took a second. Too long. But eventually, she whispered, “Green.”

Still green, but only just. The moment she said it, Harry felt a flicker of something tighten in his chest. Not fear exactly, but awareness. She was floating, and she was floating fast.

He didn't stop.

Not yet.

Instead, he adjusted. He slowed down even more, dropped his voice lower, touched her with even more intention. He wasn’t going to push her—he wasn’t trying to break her—but he wanted to see where she could go. Wanted to give her the space to explore the limits they’d talked about, to feel the surrender she’d asked for. She’d told him she wanted to go deeper this time, and she trusted him to guide her there. And he would. As far as she wanted. No further.

Her chest rose and fell in a rhythm that was no longer steady. More shallow now. Her fingers twitched when he kissed just beneath her ear, and her lips parted with a quiet whimper when he whispered her name again. She didn’t respond with words. Just the sound. Soft. Distant.

Harry moved back slightly, his brows drawing together. He brushed a finger along her jaw, her lips, watching her try to focus.

“Y/N?”

She blinked beneath the blindfold. Her lips moved, but nothing came out.

He tilted her chin gently. “Baby, can you answer me?”

A pause.

Then a whisper: “I’m… here.”

But the way she said it told him everything.

She was barely tethered. Floating. Her voice had no weight to it. Her body was completely relaxed, pliant in a way that almost made him ache. It was beautiful, but it was time.

Harry pulled the blindfold off, watching her lashes flutter open, though her gaze didn’t fully land. She was too far under.

He exhaled, brushing the hair from her face with both hands, grounding himself as much as her.

The scene had gone exactly the way she wanted. Intense. Emotional. Intimate.

But she’d given everything.

And now, he had to bring her back.

Harry stayed perfectly still for a second, holding his breath, watching her. The dazed look in her eyes, the way her lashes trembled but didn’t lift to meet his gaze—it was all there. The signs. Her breathing was shallow, her lips slightly parted, and the tiny frown between her brows said her body was still reacting, but her mind was already slipping into the haze. She looked like she was drifting through fog, floating somewhere too far from him now.

“Y/N,” he murmured again, quieter this time. A thread of emotion wound tight through his voice. He cupped her face with both hands, thumbs brushing along her cheeks. “Sweetheart, you with me?”

No answer.

She blinked once, slowly, like her eyes were moving through water. She wasn't panicking, wasn’t afraid—but she was clearly gone. Not in a dangerous way, not yet. But if he didn’t handle it carefully, the drop could become too steep. Harry recognized that shift. He knew subspace when he saw it, had seen it in her before. But tonight it was different. She wasn’t just skimming the edges. She’d fallen deep.

Her body was heavier in his arms when he reached for her. She didn’t move away, didn’t resist, but her limbs had lost their tension, her muscles too relaxed. She was warm and pliant, completely surrendered to whatever came next. It made his chest tighten in ways he hadn’t expected.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, trying not to let the flicker of worry in his stomach reach his hands. His voice was soft, measured. “It’s alright, baby. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

No reaction. Not even a nod.

Harry swallowed, steadying his tone. “Can you hear me, love?”

She made a small sound in the back of her throat, a breath that barely counted as a response. Her head tilted slightly toward him, but it wasn’t conscious. Not really. Her eyes had gone glassy, her lips twitching with some faraway thought she couldn’t seem to place. She was floating in that place where nothing felt quite real, where sensation blurred with emotion and time slowed down.

He adjusted, easing her back into a seated position on the padded blanket, guiding her gently with firm hands. Her body followed him, soft and loose, like a doll. She blinked again, but the world wasn’t there behind her eyes. He could see it clearly. She didn’t even know she was gone yet.

And that scared him a little.

Not because he didn’t know what to do—he did. But because of how much trust she’d given him. How far she’d let herself go. That kind of vulnerability was rare, even between them, and it hit him hard in the chest. She’d given him everything and asked for nothing but care in return.

“Okay, baby,” he whispered, brushing her hair away from her face. “You’re deep, huh?”

A breath. A barely-there sigh.

He nodded to himself. “Alright. No more.”

His hands moved with calm precision, pulling a soft throw from the edge of the bed and wrapping it around her shoulders. Her skin was warm, but he knew how fast that could shift once the adrenaline wore off. He needed to start anchoring her now—physically, emotionally—before she drifted too far to feel any of it.

Her body sagged into him when he wrapped the blanket tighter. That tiny act of pressure seemed to soothe something in her. Her head lolled against his chest, and he let her stay there, holding her without restraint, one hand running up and down her back in slow, even strokes. He kept his voice low, a steady current in her ear.

“You’re okay, Y/N. I’m right here.”

His other hand found hers and squeezed gently. Nothing back. Just her fingers lying limp in his palm. He exhaled quietly, pressing his forehead to hers for a moment. He wasn’t panicking. He couldn’t panic. She needed calm. She needed consistency. But he hated seeing her like this—so far gone that even blinking looked like effort.

Still, there was something achingly beautiful in it. The depth of her trust. The soft lines of her face, relaxed and open. She wasn’t distressed—just detached. And that was the difference.

She wasn’t scared.

But she was lost.

He leaned back slightly, his hand never leaving her arm. “Can you give me a little nod, sweetheart? Just a small one.”

Her head twitched, barely a centimeter. It was unclear if she was responding or if her body just shifted with the rhythm of his voice. He took it anyway.

“Good girl. That’s it. Just stay with me.”

The silence stretched between them, thick and full. He could hear the music still playing in the background, slow piano chords drifting through the space, but it felt miles away. The rest of the world didn’t exist in this moment. It was just her and him. The weight of her against his chest. The feel of her breath against his neck.

He checked her pulse with practiced fingers—not because he was worried something was wrong, but because it grounded him too. It was steady, slow. A little fluttery, but not dangerous. Just the after-effects of a scene that had taken her deeper than either of them expected.

“Y/N,” he said again, more firmly this time, but still gentle. “If you can hear me, I want you to take a deep breath. In through your nose. Come on, love. For me.”

Nothing.

Then, a shaky inhale.

Shallow, but it was something.

He smiled softly, brushing his knuckles along her jaw. “That’s my girl. That’s it. Just like that.”

It would be slow, he knew that. The return always was. But this—this kind of depth—would take longer. He wasn’t trying to rush her. He just needed to keep reaching. Keep showing her that she wasn’t alone in the dark.

He shifted her slightly, letting her body drape sideways so he could cradle her more easily, her head resting against his collarbone now. She whimpered faintly, some part of her responding to the closeness, the safety. His fingers slid through her hair, soft and slow, again and again, while he whispered to her.

“I’m right here. Not going anywhere. Just breathe.”

The blanket slipped slightly, and he adjusted it, tucking it around her legs, rubbing gentle circles into her knee with his palm. Her skin twitched beneath his touch, sensitive, raw, but not resisting.

Her head moved, just barely. Like she was trying to say something. Her lips parted again, a soft noise escaping. Not a word, but a feeling. He caught it anyway.

“I know, baby,” he murmured, his throat tight. “You don’t have to talk yet. Just rest. I’ll do the talking.”

His thumb brushed over her cheek again. Her face was flushed, her lashes damp at the corners. Had she cried? Maybe. Subspace could do that—blur all the boundaries until everything poured out. He’d hold that for her too. All of it.

“You were amazing,” he said quietly. “So strong for me. I’m proud of you.”

Her fingers twitched in his. Not much, but enough that he noticed.

He kissed her temple, lingering there for a long beat. She smelled like warmth and skin and the faint spice of the candle.

Everything in him softened.

Even now, when she was unreachable, she was still choosing to be with him. That kind of trust wasn’t something he took lightly. It wasn’t just about the scene or the play. It was about the space they built together. The way she let him see her when she had nothing left to give.

He held her tighter, not smothering, but firm. Secure.

“You’re safe,” he whispered again. “You’re not alone.”

Another small breath. Her lashes fluttered again. Still no words. Still drifting. But maybe, just maybe, she was starting to hear him.

Harry's heart thudded steadily under her cheek, a rhythmic beat against her temple, but his chest was tight. Every breath he took felt heavier now, like something inside him had clicked into a different mode. The part of him that thrived in control—the one that could read her like a book, respond with perfect timing, guide her through any scene—was now yielding to something else entirely. Not panic. But something close. Awareness. The kind that settles in your stomach with a quiet thud. She was too far. Too soft. Too silent. Not gone in a dangerous way, but gone in a way that made it clear he needed to stop.

His eyes scanned her face again, looking for some flicker of connection. A sign that she was aware. Present. But her gaze was vacant, unfocused, and every time her lips parted, it was like a thought tried to surface but didn’t quite make it. Her body rested heavily against his, limp and surrendered, and while it was beautiful—achingly so—it wasn’t sustainable. Not for where she was now. Not for what she needed.

Harry exhaled slowly, pressing a long kiss to her forehead. “Alright,” he whispered, letting the words settle in the space between them. He moved gently, loosening his hold just enough to shift their position, his hands never leaving her body. “Okay, love. That’s enough now.”

He guided her with care, repositioning himself so they were face to face. Her body swayed slightly with the movement, unresisting. Her head lolled a little, and he caught it quickly with one hand, steadying her chin.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. “I’m calling it, baby. We’re done, alright? You gave me everything. You did so good.”

Still nothing more than a whisper of breath against his skin. No nod. No shift. Just her body pressing instinctively into him, like his touch was the only thing anchoring her now.

His tone softened further, almost pleading. “It’s okay, love. I’ve got you.”

He said it again—not because she hadn’t heard, but because she needed to hear it more than once. Because sometimes words don’t sink in the first time, not in this state. She was floating too far out to grab them fully. So he kept speaking, slow and steady, letting the cadence of his voice wrap around her like the blanket still tucked around her shoulders.

Inside, though, Harry was wrestling with himself. Not visibly, never that. He kept his face calm, his hands steady. But there was a war happening in the quiet spaces between his words. He’d seen subspace before. He’d been here with her before, too. But not like this. Not quite this deep. Not where her responses were this slow, where the line between pleasure and overwhelm blurred so thin that even he couldn’t tell which side of it she was on anymore.

He had to make the right call, and he had to make it now.

A part of him wanted to see if she’d come back on her own. Wanted to trust that she’d find her way, like she had before. But something told him that wasn’t fair to ask of her this time. She’d gone deeper than she knew, and waiting too long could turn this from an intimate high to an emotional freefall. He wouldn’t let that happen.

So he shut it down, gently but completely. No hesitation in his actions now, even if his heart still squeezed every time he looked at her dazed expression.

He shifted her into his lap fully, one arm around her back, the other cradling her head. Her face pressed against his collarbone, her breath hot and shallow. He rocked them slightly, letting the motion soothe them both, grounding himself as much as her. The blanket rustled softly around them, and the room held its silence, dim light flickering gently across the walls.

He kept whispering to her. Telling her she was safe. That she did well. That he was proud. And all of it was true. But beneath the words, there was a thread of guilt he couldn’t quite shake. Not because he’d pushed her too far—they had clear boundaries, and he’d watched her carefully. But because there was always that voice in the back of his head that whispered: Should I have seen it sooner? Should I have stopped earlier?

He hated that voice. It wasn’t helpful. It wasn’t productive. But it was persistent.

His fingers traced soft lines up and down her spine, the rhythm meant to soothe. But inside, he was tightening under the weight of responsibility. He didn’t need to be perfect. She never asked him to be. But he wanted to be. Wanted to be everything she needed—her guide, her anchor, her safe place to land. And right now, that meant being calm even when his own chest ached with the urgency to make sure she was okay.

Her lips brushed against the side of his neck, not a kiss, not deliberate. Just a reflex, maybe. Or a sign that she was trying to orient herself again. He closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling against her temple.

“That’s it, love,” he said softly. “Come back to me.”

He repeated it like a prayer, quiet and full of care. He wasn’t trying to pull her out too fast. That could do more harm than good. He just needed to be there, ready, while she made her slow return. He didn’t need her to talk, or move, or even understand yet. He just needed her to know she was held.

Time moved differently in this space. Seconds stretched. Minutes lingered. He didn’t look at the clock. He just kept holding her, kept grounding her with his presence. Every now and then, she’d shift slightly, like her body was trying to remember where it was. Her fingers twitched once, curled faintly against his thigh. He took it as a sign, however small.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispered, pressing another kiss into her hair. “Just breathe. That’s all you need to do right now.”

His hand moved to her cheek, cupping it gently. Her skin was warm beneath his palm, soft and flushed. She didn’t lean into it, not yet, but she didn’t pull away either. That was enough for now.

And still, the voice inside him stirred. Wondering if he should have eased them out of the scene sooner. Wondering if she’d felt overwhelmed before he saw it. Wondering if she’d felt alone, even for a moment. The thought made his chest ache.

He pushed it down, not because it didn’t matter, but because right now wasn’t about him. He’d unpack all of that later. When she was back, when she could tell him with words how she felt and what she needed. But for now, he just had to be steady. Gentle. Unshakable.

So he kept whispering. Kept holding her close. Kept rocking them slightly back and forth in that tiny world they’d created. He let his voice wrap around her like a lifeline.

“It’s over now, baby. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

And even though she didn’t say it back, even though her eyes were still unfocused and her breath still shaky, he knew she heard him.

Not with her ears.

But with whatever part of her still knew he’d never let her go.

Harry held her a little closer, as if that alone could tether her more firmly to the present. He could feel her heartbeat where her chest pressed against him—still slow, a little uneven. Her breathing was shallow, drifting in and out of rhythm, like she was hovering between sleep and something deeper. He didn’t rush her. Didn’t speak right away. Just let her feel him, the solidity of his arms around her, the warmth of his skin, the steady, quiet way he breathed through his nose.

Finally, he tilted his head slightly so his lips brushed her temple. “You’re safe, sweetheart. Just breathe for me.”

The words weren’t just words—they were deliberate, grounding, gentle. He repeated them, softer this time, and let the silence that followed stretch between them like a bridge. Slowly, he felt her fingers twitch again, her head shift just barely against his shoulder. It was like her body was trying to catch up with her mind, still working out how to function now that the intensity of the scene had passed.

Harry adjusted the blanket around her, carefully tugging it up over her shoulders and tucking it beneath her legs. Every movement was deliberate, slow, never abrupt. He knew the sensation of coming down could feel like free-falling if you weren’t held properly, so he made sure she was cocooned in warmth. Every adjustment he made was a quiet promise—I’m here, I’m watching, I won’t let you go.

He reached behind him for the glass of water he’d set aside earlier, anticipating the moment she’d need it. When he gently nudged it against her lips, she didn’t respond at first, just let it rest there. So he whispered again, “Just a little sip, love. Just to help you feel better.”

Her lips parted slightly, not because she fully understood, but because she trusted him enough to let him guide her through even this. He tipped the glass just enough to wet her mouth, watching closely as she swallowed. Slow. Weak. But she did it.

“That’s it,” he murmured, setting the glass down again. “That’s my girl.”

He stroked her back, hand broad and warm, moving in steady circles. Her breathing was starting to even out, little by little, and he matched her pace, syncing his own breath with hers to help her find some kind of rhythm again.

She still hadn’t said a word. He didn’t expect her to.

Coming back from subspace wasn’t like flipping a switch. It was a climb, and sometimes your limbs didn’t work the way you wanted them to. Sometimes the world felt too loud, or too sharp, or too heavy. And Harry had learned—through time, through trust, through their conversations after scenes—that the most important thing wasn’t fixing it. It was just being there. Letting her know she wasn’t climbing back alone.

He shifted slightly, cradling her head more securely in the crook of his arm, and brought his other hand to her hair. His fingers combed through it slowly, brushing it back from her face, careful not to tug. The strands were damp with sweat at the roots, and he could feel the heat still radiating off her skin. She’d given him everything—her control, her voice, her strength—and now she was running on empty.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispered against her hair, his lips barely moving. “Just keep breathing.”

She made a sound then—barely a hum, more breath than anything else. But it was different. It wasn’t random. It had weight, however small. He didn’t pause or react too much. Just let his fingers keep moving through her hair, down to her neck, then back up again. Over and over, until he felt her body start to respond to the rhythm of his touch.

He glanced down, watching her face. Her brows had softened. That slight crease in her forehead was gone. Her lips were parted just a little, her cheeks pink with the remnants of exertion and heat. She looked like she was sleeping, but he knew she wasn’t. Not yet. She was still somewhere between, still floating—but now he could feel the direction shifting.

She was starting to return.

He didn’t speak again for a while. Just let her rest against him, adjusting the blanket when it slipped slightly, brushing his hand over her arms, making sure she stayed warm. He reached for the cooling pad he kept nearby—just in case—and gently slipped it behind her back, giving her body a chance to stabilize. He’d learned the signs over time. When her body dipped too far, her temperature could drop fast, and he wasn’t about to let that happen.

She shifted slightly against him, her nose brushing his chest. He looked down and saw her brows twitch together, like her mind was catching up to what her body had just done.

“There you are,” he whispered with a smile, keeping his tone light, reassuring. “Took a little trip, huh?”

No answer. But her hand moved—not much, just a curl of her fingers against his arm. Still, it was enough. Enough for him to know she was starting to feel him again.

He tilted his head to press a kiss to her forehead, long and slow, letting it linger. His lips stayed there for several seconds, not rushing the moment. Just offering warmth. Contact. Love.

Then he pulled back and brushed the hair away from her face again, this time tucking it behind her ear. His thumb followed the curve of her cheekbone, gentle enough that it didn’t startle her, but firm enough to register.

“I’ve got you,” he said again, not because she didn’t know it, but because she needed to keep hearing it until she believed it all the way down.

He felt her shift again, this time a little more purposefully. Her arm moved just enough to slip around his waist, her fingers weakly pressing into the side of his shirt. She still hadn’t lifted her head, but she was holding him now. Choosing to cling instead of just leaning.

His heart ached with tenderness.

“Hey,” he whispered. “That’s it, baby. Come on back.”

She let out a shaky breath, a little more defined this time. Like it caught somewhere in her chest before leaving her lungs. It wasn’t quite a sob, but it was raw, and it made him hold her tighter without hesitation.

“I know,” he murmured, kissing the side of her head again. “I know, love. It’s a lot. Just take your time.”

He didn’t press for words. Didn’t ask if she was okay yet. He’d wait. She didn’t need questions right now—she needed presence. And he’d give it to her for as long as it took.

The pads of his fingers traced soft circles along her shoulder. Slow, mindless. Grounding. The kind of touch that didn’t demand anything from her but reminded her she wasn’t alone in her body. That she was loved in it, no matter how out of it she felt.

He reached for the water again, easing the glass to her lips once more. “Just another sip, love. Then we can lie down if you want.”

She opened her mouth slightly, this time more on her own. He helped her drink, just a little, before setting the glass aside. Her breath shuddered as she swallowed, and she let out the smallest sigh when he brushed his fingers along her jaw again.

“You’re doing so well,” he said, his voice hoarse now, not from emotion but from speaking so low, so steady, for so long. “I’m right here. Always.”

The room was quiet again, except for the music still playing softly in the background. She was still wrapped around him, blanket tucked tight, body slowly relaxing against his. Her breathing had settled. Still light, still delicate, but not panicked.

He held her for a long time after that. Let the moment stretch and settle around them. Let her come back on her own terms. Let her feel what she needed to feel without trying to fill the space too quickly.

Because he knew the road back from subspace could be confusing. It wasn’t always linear. Sometimes it meant silence. Sometimes it meant tears. Sometimes it meant curling up and letting someone else carry the weight of you for a while.

And he would carry her. For as long as she needed.

Harry kept his arms around her like they were the only thing tethering her to the world. Maybe they were. His hand hadn’t stopped moving, tracing slow, familiar circles over her back, his fingers slipping just under the hem of the blanket to stroke her skin in soft, grounding motions. She hadn’t spoken, but her body had started to respond—little things. The subtle way she held on to his shirt. The shift of her weight as she tried to settle. The way her breath caught every now and then like her system was rebooting, trying to remember how to be in her body again.

“You’re here with me, love,” he whispered, close to her ear. “You’re safe. It’s okay, we’ve got all the time you need.”

He could feel her heartbeat against him, still fluttery and a bit uneven, but it was steadier than before. Her skin was warm and damp, like her body was finally realizing it wasn’t in fight-or-flight anymore. Just floating in that confusing middle place. She still hadn’t lifted her head, and he wasn’t rushing her. She was curled into him like it was the only place she remembered how to be, and if that’s what she needed, then that’s what he’d give her.

Her fingers clenched slightly against his side. He looked down to see her face—barely lifted now, her lips parted like she was trying to form a word, but her brow was tight with confusion.

“Hey,” he said softly, shifting to brush his thumb across her cheek. “You with me?”

Her eyes opened, hazy and slow, and she blinked up at him. There was no recognition at first—just that same lost, foggy stare that made his chest pull tight. But then something flickered. Not clarity, not yet. Just awareness.

“I… I don’t…” Her voice was a whisper, hoarse and cracked like she’d been silent for days. She didn’t finish the sentence.

Harry leaned in, pressing his forehead gently to hers. “It’s alright. Don’t try to talk yet. You’re safe, yeah? Just stay right here.”

Her mouth opened again, and this time she let out a sound—somewhere between a breath and a sob. It wasn’t sharp, wasn’t loud. Just a release. Like the weight of being present again was heavier than she expected.

“I don’t know where I am,” she murmured. Her voice was trembling. “I can’t… think.”

Harry’s heart broke a little at the words. Not because she was in pain—though part of her was—but because he knew that feeling. Knew that kind of mental disorientation that came when you gave everything and came back to a world that suddenly felt too loud, too sharp, too fast.

“Hey, hey,” he whispered, cupping her face in both hands. “You don’t have to think right now. I’ve got you. Just stay close, yeah? Feel me holding you.”

She nodded slowly, eyes fluttering shut again like the act of being awake was too much. He kissed her forehead, then the bridge of her nose. She was trembling now, almost imperceptibly, and he wrapped the blanket tighter around her again.

“It’s okay,” he kept saying, not because he thought she didn’t hear him the first time, but because she needed to hear it over and over until it stuck. “You’re here. With me. You’re safe.”

The blanket shifted with her breathing. She was trying to regulate herself, but he could tell it was a struggle. Her face was flushed, but not with embarrassment. It was the kind of flush that came after emotional overwhelm. Her mind was fighting to come back, and she didn’t know what to do with everything she was feeling.

“I feel…” she started, then trailed off. “I don’t know. Weird. Not right.”

“I know,” Harry said gently, brushing his fingers along the back of her neck. “It’s normal, baby. You went deep, deeper than before. Your body’s still catching up, but it’s all okay. You’re safe now.”

She nodded again, but it looked automatic, like she was trying to agree just to make sense of it all. Her body shifted against his, like she couldn’t quite find the right way to sit, to breathe, to exist in herself again. He could feel how unsteady she was—not physically, but emotionally. Vulnerable didn’t even begin to cover it.

“I feel stupid,” she whispered suddenly, her voice shaky. “I didn’t mean to go that far.”

Harry's hands stilled for just a second before resuming their motion. “Hey,” he said firmly, but still soft. “No. None of that. Don’t do that to yourself.”

She let out a shaky breath and buried her face in his chest.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he continued, lowering his voice again. “You gave me your trust. That’s never something to be ashamed of. Ever.”

She didn’t respond, but her fingers curled tighter into his shirt.

He could feel it—her panic edging in. Not loud. Not explosive. But quiet and inward, the kind that made you shrink in on yourself, question everything, doubt your own reactions. He’d seen it before. He hated seeing it now.

So he wrapped his arms around her tighter, held her like a shield.

“You were perfect,” he said into her hair. “I mean that. I was watching you every second. You were strong and soft and everything I love about you, all at once.”

A small, broken noise escaped her throat.

“You didn’t mess up,” he said again. “You just let go. That’s what you needed. That’s what we talked about, remember?”

She nodded against his chest.

“I’m proud of you,” he added quietly. “So proud. You were safe the whole time. Still are.”

He felt her shoulders rise and fall with another shaky breath, then again, slower this time. She was settling—but it was a delicate balance. He kept his hand moving over her back, slow and steady, a constant rhythm. Her breathing began to mimic it, syncing up, like her body was finally listening to the cues he was giving it.

“Can I touch your face?” he asked quietly.

She gave the faintest nod.

He brought one hand up to cup her jaw, his thumb brushing her cheek slowly. Her skin was damp—sweat, maybe tears, maybe both—but she didn’t shy away from the touch. Her eyes opened again, unfocused but no longer empty.

“There you are,” he murmured. “That’s better.”

She blinked, and this time her lips moved like she was about to say something but didn’t. He could see the words forming behind her eyes but getting stuck somewhere between her brain and her mouth.

“It’s okay,” he said again. “You don’t have to talk until you’re ready. I’ll just be here.”

And he meant it. For as long as it took. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Still, inside, he felt the pull. The deep ache of wanting to do more. To fix it. To speed up her return. But he knew better. Knew that pushing, even with good intentions, would only make her feel worse. So he stayed still. Present. Soft.

She pulled her head back slightly, just enough to look up at him.

“I felt… like I disappeared,” she whispered, finally managing a full thought.

He nodded slowly. “I know. I saw it. But I was with you the whole time.”

“I didn’t know where I was,” she said. “And now I feel like… like everything’s too much. Too loud.”

“That’s normal, love,” he said gently. “You were deep in it. But you’re back now. It’s just going to take a little time for everything to feel normal again.”

Her eyes filled with tears, and one slipped down her cheek before she could stop it. She looked like she was trying to apologize for it, but he caught her chin in his hand before she could turn away.

“None of that,” he whispered. “Tears are okay. All of this is okay.”

She nodded, and the smallest smile tugged at the corner of her lips—a sad smile, a grateful one. Then she leaned back into him, burying her face against his chest again.

His hand returned to her back, tracing those soft circles again, a rhythm they both knew by heart now.

“You’re safe,” he whispered once more. “You’re with me. And you did so well.”

He felt her breath hitch again, but this time, it wasn’t panic. It was release. The kind that came from being held exactly how you needed. The kind that meant she was still floating, but no longer alone.

Harry didn’t speak for a while after that. He just held her, feeling the rhythm of her breathing gradually settle against him. The tension that had been coiled through her muscles for what felt like hours slowly began to slip away. Every time she exhaled, it came with a little more ease. A little more surrender—not the kind from earlier, not the kind that put her into subspace—but the quieter, grounded kind. The kind you only gave when you knew you were safe.

Her head rested on his chest, the weight of it familiar and comforting, and he could tell she was listening—not just to his words, but to the sound of his heart beating under her ear. That steady thump, slow and reassuring. He wasn’t doing anything special. He wasn’t trying to guide her out anymore. Now, he was just there, present, letting his body do the talking. The strong arms around her, the warmth of his skin, the rise and fall of his breath. It said everything she needed to hear.

His hand stroked slowly up and down her back, fingers curling slightly as they passed over the fabric of the blanket. She murmured something soft—not quite a word—but it had weight to it, like it came from somewhere deep, like it was all she could manage. He dipped his head, pressing a kiss to her hair, just above her ear.

“I know, baby,” he whispered. “I’m here.”

She didn’t move, but he felt her shift inwardly, felt her body lean more fully into his. It was the kind of surrender that came not from giving up, but from feeling safe enough to be small. To let someone else take the weight. She didn’t have to be anything right now. Not strong, not brave, not in control. Just held.

His fingers moved up to her shoulder, gently kneading the tightness he knew was probably starting to settle in. The tension that came after the drop, the kind that didn’t announce itself until you’d come back to your body. She didn’t flinch, didn’t even twitch. Just breathed through it, her cheek pressed into his chest. He let his touch be light, circular, soothing. He wasn’t trying to fix anything—just offering relief, piece by piece.

“You’re alright now,” he said softly. “You’re doing so well.”

She was still so quiet, and he didn’t mind it. The silence wasn’t awkward. It was full. Full of everything they couldn’t say yet but understood anyway. There was comfort in it, in just existing together like this. She didn’t need to talk. She didn’t need to explain. Her body was telling him everything he needed to know.

He shifted slightly, pulling her even closer, adjusting the blanket so it wrapped tighter around her legs. He could feel her skin starting to cool, and he didn’t want her catching a chill. When he reached behind him and grabbed the throw pillow off the couch, he carefully slid it under her arm so she could rest more comfortably without lifting her head.

She let out the smallest hum in response—a sound of appreciation, maybe—but didn’t lift her face. He ran his fingers along her spine again, slow and steady.

“I’m so proud of you,” he murmured into her hair. “You went so deep, and you did it with so much trust. I can’t tell you what that means to me.”

He didn’t expect her to answer. He wasn’t even saying it for a response. He was saying it because it was true. Because she needed to hear it. Because sometimes, when you come out of a place that vulnerable, your first instinct is to doubt yourself. To question whether you did it right, whether you were too much, whether you made it harder for the other person. And Harry wanted to make sure she never even started down that path.

He pressed another kiss to the top of her head. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Nothing. You were perfect.”

Her arm moved slightly, adjusting the way she held onto him. She didn’t speak, but he felt her thumb brush against his side, a small, barely-there motion that felt like her way of saying thank you. Of saying I hear you. He held onto that moment, let it settle in his chest like warmth.

The music in the background had faded to near silence now, the playlist looping back to its softer, slower tracks. It gave the room a muted, timeless feel, like they were suspended in a space that didn’t require movement or sound. Just presence.

After a few more minutes, Harry leaned back enough to look at her face. Her eyes were still closed, but her expression had shifted. The crease in her brow was gone. Her lips were soft, relaxed. He brushed his thumb along her cheek again, watching for any reaction.

Her eyes fluttered open at the touch, hazy but clearer now. Still dazed, but not lost.

“Hi,” he whispered with a small smile.

She blinked slowly, her gaze meeting his with the smallest bit of awareness. Her lips moved, just slightly, and this time, it sounded like a word.

“Hi.”

He smiled wider, nodding. “There you are.”

She didn’t say anything else, and he didn’t push. He just kissed her forehead again, then her temple, then the corner of her mouth. Slow, careful, not overwhelming. She let out a breath that trembled but didn’t break.

He adjusted her again, helping her lie back slightly so her body could stretch out. Her limbs were stiff, uncooperative, but he moved with her, supporting every joint, every shift, like he was handling something precious. Which, to him, she was.

“There,” he murmured. “Better?”

She nodded faintly, eyes fluttering closed again. Her head rested against the pillow now, and he lay beside her, their legs tangled, one of his hands resting lightly on her stomach. His thumb rubbed slow circles just below her navel.

He stayed like that, just watching her breathe, adjusting the blanket every time it slipped an inch. At one point, he reached for another one, draping it over them both. The warmth cocooned them, and she shifted just enough to press her face against his neck again.

He felt her lips move against his skin. A whisper.

“Love you.”

It was the first full thing she’d said, and it hit him in the chest with a kind of quiet force that made his eyes sting.

He turned his head, brushing his lips against her hair.

“I love you too,” he whispered. “So much.”

She curled into him a little more after that, and he knew she was finally starting to feel safe in her own skin again. Not fully there yet—but close enough to let the world come back in without it hurting. Close enough to let herself feel his love and not question whether she deserved it.

He kept touching her, massaging her shoulders, her arms, the back of her neck. Every part of her he could reach without making her move. His hands were steady, warm, never leaving her for long. Sometimes she’d sigh. Sometimes she’d make a tiny noise of appreciation. But mostly, she just let herself be cared for.

And that was enough.

That was everything.

Time didn’t seem to move in the usual way. It passed in a hush, measured not by the clock on the wall but by the rhythm of breathing, the gentle drift of limbs finding comfort, the quiet rustle of blankets shifting as their bodies adjusted to being still. Harry stayed close, never letting more than a few inches come between them. His hand stayed over her stomach, thumb sweeping slow, grounding circles against the fabric of her shirt, while his other hand remained tangled gently in hers.

She didn’t speak. He didn’t either, not for a long time. There was nothing urgent left to say. Nothing that couldn’t be said through closeness, through the weight of presence. The room felt warm now in the way only deep stillness could bring—like even the walls knew not to interrupt.

Eventually, after a while—ten minutes maybe, or thirty, he didn’t know—he felt it. A shift. The almost imperceptible way her body came back into itself. A deeper breath. A longer exhale. The slight way her fingers moved under his, like she was remembering they were there.

Harry tilted his head, eyes flicking down to her face. She was still tucked into his chest, but her brows had relaxed, her jaw no longer clenched. Her breathing had changed, too—not quite normal, but no longer erratic. Controlled now. Calmer.

Then she stirred. Just a little. Her hand pulled from his to brush softly at the blanket on her lap, like she was grounding herself, checking to make sure she was really there.

Harry didn’t speak, not yet. He just watched as she moved her head, a slow, tentative lift off his chest, blinking a few times like the light was new again. Her lashes were damp, and her eyes shimmered when they finally met his.

They didn’t need to smile. They didn’t need to rush into anything light or playful. This wasn’t that kind of moment.

Y/N blinked again, and a tear slid down her cheek—silent, soft, not from sadness.

Harry reached up instantly, thumb catching it before it could fall too far. His eyes didn’t waver from hers.

“Hi,” she whispered, voice scratchy and faint, but real. There was a weight behind it now that hadn’t been there earlier.

He smiled, small and full of tenderness. “Hey.”

More tears came, but she didn’t turn away from him. Her body didn’t flinch like it had before. She didn’t try to hide.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, and Harry’s chest pulled tight—not in frustration, but in heartbreak that she even felt the need to say it.

“No,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “Don’t apologize. Don’t ever apologize for trusting me.”

She swallowed hard, eyes blinking fast as more tears rolled down her face. She was fully here now—present, aware, raw. And it hit her all at once, the depth of what she’d experienced, the intensity of her vulnerability. She reached up, her hand trembling slightly, and cupped his face. Her thumb grazed his cheekbone, the smallest, gentlest touch, but it was enough to still him completely.

Harry closed his eyes for a second, letting out a quiet breath as he leaned into her palm. The weight of her hand, the intent behind it—it was everything.

They stayed like that for a moment, locked in silence, her hand on his face, his heart beating steady beneath the hand still curled in her lap. Nothing else existed. Not the room. Not the world outside. Just the connection stretching between them, so fragile and so unbreakable all at once.

Her fingers traced the edge of his jaw, then moved up to brush his hair back from his face. He let her, not because he needed to be soothed, but because she needed to give something now—something soft, something real, something hers. And he’d take it, all of it, every time.

“I felt like I disappeared,” she said, voice quieter than ever. “Like I wasn’t even in my body anymore.”

Harry nodded gently, his hand coming up to wrap around her wrist, anchoring her hand where it rested on his cheek.

“I know,” he murmured. “I saw it happening. I was right there with you.”

She took a shaky breath. “It was beautiful. And scary. At the same time.”

“I know,” he said again, rubbing his thumb over the inside of her wrist. “But you were never alone. Not for one second.”

“I know,” she whispered back.

They fell into another silence after that—not because there was nothing left to say, but because they were both holding so much, and the quiet felt like the only way to carry it. It wrapped around them like a blanket, warm and familiar, allowing her to keep leaning into him without needing to justify it, without needing to explain why she couldn’t stop crying yet.

He let her cry. Let her feel it all. Didn’t try to stop the tears or change the subject or make her laugh. He just held her. Kissed the crown of her head. Traced circles into her skin. And when the tears slowed, when her breathing evened out again, when her hand dropped from his cheek to rest against his chest, she looked at him once more.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

His smile returned, quiet and full of emotion. “Always.”

She nestled closer again, cheek against his shoulder now, arm draped over his stomach. Her body fit into his like she belonged there, like she’d been made to be held just like this. And maybe she had.

Harry stared up at the ceiling for a long moment, his fingers stroking up and down her spine. He was tired—emotionally, physically—but there wasn’t even a flicker of regret or hesitation in him. She was worth every ounce of it. The vulnerability she’d shown tonight, the rawness, the depth of surrender—it had taken everything out of her. And he would give everything in return.

He tilted his head and kissed her temple again, lingering.

“You did so well, love,” he whispered, his voice soft but certain. “I’m so proud of you. You’re amazing.”

She didn’t say anything right away. But he felt her press closer, felt her breath hitch in that same way it had earlier—only now, it wasn’t release or panic. It was peace.

And with those words, she knew.

She was back.

Safe.

Loved.

Grounded.

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ᯓ★୭˚. ENEMIES OR MORE?

જ⁀➴ “what are we?” event masterlist

synopsis: he's a symbol of everything you oppose. loyalties drawn, paths set—still, there's an unspoken understanding, a reminder of what you might share.

pairing: hawks x f!reader

the city hums beneath you, the distant sound of sirens and hurried footsteps filling the air as night slowly creeps in.

you stand atop a rooftop, the cool breeze lifting your hair, your gaze scanning the streets below. tonight, you're here on business, but there’s always something more when it comes to him—hawks.

it’s been a while since you last crossed paths.

each time you do, it's like a game of cat and mouse. he thinks he has you cornered, but you always manage to slip away.

not out of fear, but because you know how to play the game better than anyone. after all, you’ve spent your life outsmarting heroes like him.

and yet, tonight, something feels different.

you can feel the shift in the air before you see him. the familiar flutter of feathers, the sharp sound of wings cutting through the night.

he’s here, and he's getting closer. the irony of it all isn't lost on you—the fastest hero in the nation, always chasing you, yet never quite able to catch you. he’s good, no doubt about that.

but you know his moves, his habits, better than anyone.

he lands gracefully on the rooftop opposite yours, his wings folding behind him.

you look over your shoulder, eyes narrowing, sensing the tension in the air. there’s something about this encounter that doesn’t feel like all the others.

“still running, huh?” hawks’ voice breaks through the quiet, a smirk evident in his tone as he takes a few steps forward.

his wings twitch slightly, as though itching to launch himself toward you.

you can’t help the smirk that tugs at your lips.

“running?” you say, stepping out of the shadows, your gaze locking onto his. “I’m not the one chasing after someone who’s always a step ahead, am I?”

his eyes glint, and there's a flicker in his expression. you wonder if it’s because of the way you’ve been evading him, or if it’s something more.

but you push the thought away. you’re not here for introspection. you’re here to keep him on his toes.

“you make it too easy,” he says, his voice holding a mix of annoyance and amusement.

“you know, most villains would’ve been caught by now, but you…you’ve got this annoying habit of being unpredictable.”

you tilt your head slightly, taking a step closer to him.

the moonlight casts a soft glow on his face, and for a brief moment, you find yourself distracted by the sharpness of his features, damn him for being this good looking.

“you think I’m a villain?” you ask softly, your tone almost teasing.

“maybe I’m just someone who understands the world a little better than you do. someone who’s not afraid to take risks while you hide behind your hero facade.”

he falters for just a moment, the flicker of doubt in his eyes quickly hidden. “maybe. or maybe you’re just scared. hiding behind all that power because you know the truth deep down.”

you scoff, crossing your arms. “you really think you have me figured out, don’t you?”

“I know I do,” he replies smoothly, stepping closer. “it’s not hard to figure out someone who’s always one step ahead of the law.

but what I don’t get…is why you never just accept what’s coming to you. why run? why keep fighting when you could stop? you could make things easier on yourself.”

the question lingers between you, pulling at something inside. it’s the same question he’s asked every time you’ve faced off—why do you keep fighting, when you could just give in?

the truth is, it’s never been about winning or losing. it’s always been about the chase.

about the thrill of outsmarting him and playing this game, where both of you know the stakes are high but neither of you wants to stop.

for a moment, you’re quiet.

the only sound is the wind rustling through the night air. you glance at him, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that almost makes you second-guess yourself.

“you want to know why?” you ask softly, your voice barely a whisper. he leans in, curiosity in his eyes.

“because,” you continue, taking a slow step closer to him, “you’re always so sure of yourself, so confident. and I’ve always wanted to see just how far that confidence will get you when it comes to me.”

hawks smirks, the challenge in your words clearly not lost on him. “you know, that’s not a bad answer,” he says, his voice suddenly softer. almost…warmer.

“but, for the record, I’m not going to stop coming after you. no matter how many times you think you’ve outsmarted me.”

you laugh, the sound light and almost melodic. “maybe that’s what makes it fun.”

as you disappear into the shadows, leaving hawks standing in the middle of the empty alley, he can’t stop the small grin from tugging at his lips.

he adjusts his feathers, his eyes lingering on where you’ve vanished for a moment too long.

“fun, huh?” he mutters to himself, shaking his head as he launches into the air.

the wind whips against his face, but it doesn’t do much to clear the warmth lingering in his chest—or the ghost of your laughter still echoing in his ears.

by the time he makes it back to his apartment, hawks is still replaying the interaction in his mind.

he tosses his jacket over the back of the couch and paces the room, trying to shake the nagging feeling that’s taken root.

something about you always lingers—like the faintest melody that refuses to leave his head.

slumping onto the couch, he runs a hand through his messy hair, staring at the ceiling. “what is it with her?” he mutters, the question more to himself than anyone else.

his thoughts drift unbidden to your teasing smile, the glint in your eyes whenever you throw a challenge his way. he’s met plenty of people who are clever, who enjoy the game, but you?

you aren’t just playing the game—you’re rewriting the rules every time he thinks he’s got you figured out.

he groans, covering his face with his hands. “nope, nope. this is bad. really bad.”

it isn’t just your sharp wit or the way you keep him on his toes. it’s how, even in the midst of a chase, you feel like something more.

like a spark that makes him forget—for just a moment—that you’re supposed to be on opposing sides.

his hands drop from his face, and he leans forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it holds the answers.

“she’s gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, his voice half exasperation, half awe.

hawks isn’t used to being thrown off his game—he thrives on control, on always being one step ahead. but with you? he feels like he’s chasing more than a target. and it terrifies him.

because the truth is finally starting to settle in, whether he likes it or not.

he doesn’t just enjoy the chase. he doesn’t just admire your wit, your skill, or the way you always manage to slip through his fingers at the last second.

he likes you. really likes you.

“damn it,” hawks mutters, rubbing the back of his neck as heat creeps up to his cheeks.

the realization hits him like a ton of bricks, and for the first time in what feels like forever, keigo takami—pro hero hawks—feels completely out of his depth.

the thought of seeing you again, of hearing your laugh, sends a wave of excitement and dread through him.

because liking you isn’t just risky—it’s downright reckless. but even as he tries to rationalize it, to remind himself of the impossibility of it all, he can’t stop the smile tugging at his lips.

“guess I’m really in trouble now,” he murmurs, leaning back on the couch and staring up at the ceiling.

the days that follow the encounter feel different.

it isn’t just the heat of that moment between you and hawks lingering like smoke in the air; it’s the unspoken tension that still hums beneath your skin.

there are still barbed exchanges, the usual teasing and back-and-forth, but something has shifted.

you notice the way he looks at you when he thinks you aren’t watching—softened, almost as if he’s studying you.

and when you lock eyes, the challenges are still there, but now there’s something else. something delicate.

you try to tell yourself that it’s nothing. that this is just another phase in your endless battle, another game between the villain and the hero.

but it’s harder to believe that now.

there are even times when he shows up when you least expect it—just to talk, to exchange words that aren’t about missions or plans or orders. small things—like him telling you to be careful, or when he asks if you’re okay.

you scoff, of course, but the warmth in his voice, the underlying sincerity, is something you can’t deny.

you aren’t sure how you got here, where you find yourself questioning the motives of the person who, up until recently, has been your enemy.

maybe it’s because you start seeing him as something more than just a hero—a perfect, untouchable figure of righteousness. or maybe it’s because he isn’t what you thought he was.

you try to keep your distance, you truly do, but every time you see him, every time you hear his voice, it’s like he’s chipping away at the walls you’ve built around yourself.

and it isn’t just the things he says. it’s the way he says them. it’s the look in his eyes when he thinks you can’t see it.

the way he hesitates before leaving, like he’s waiting for something…waiting for you to say something, anything. but you can’t say what you need to say. you can’t even admit it to yourself.

weeks pass, and the line between enemy and ally grows thinner.

there are moments when you find yourself sitting in the same room as him—no fighting, no tension, just silence hanging between you like a fragile thread.

you can hear his breathing, steady and calm, and you force yourself to focus on anything but the heat rising in your chest.

still, you fight it.

but then, one night, everything changes.

it’s supposed to be just another mission.

but the battlefield is charged with an unfamiliar tension, thicker than the usual chaos. and hawks is there, too. and this time, he isn’t just another target. he’s in the way.

more specifically, one of his allies—the one you’re assigned to hurt—is standing directly in the line of fire. they’re a crucial part of the mission, and it isn’t something you can afford to back out of.

the moment your eyes meet hawks’, you know this won’t go as planned. his gaze is sharp, unwavering, and brimming with something you can’t quite place—determination, yes, but there’s something else buried beneath it.

he sees through you, understands the weight of your mission—hurt, not just steal or take—and it’s clear he isn’t going to let you succeed.

not this time. the ally you’re supposed to harm stands behind him, and you can see it in hawks’ stance:

if you want to get to them, you’ll have to go through him.

the fight is a dance—a deadly one that the ally exploits to escape.

your body moves on instinct, dodging, attacking, countering, each movement honed by months of training, and yet each blow you land against him is softer than it should be.

your heart is racing, but not from the fight. no, it’s the connection—the undeniable pull you feel whenever your eyes meet.

you can’t explain it, but you feel it in the way his every movement seems to hesitate just a moment too long, in the way his eyes follow you just a second longer than they should.

and then, suddenly, it happens.

in a flash, you find yourself on the ground. his wings, the great feathers that could easily crush any enemy, are now spread wide above you like a barrier, trapping you.

your chest heaves with each breath, but you can’t move. his feather is aimed directly at your throat. the cold steel of it presses against your skin, and for a moment, time seems to stop.

you can feel the heat of him so close—his breath warm on your face, his eyes dark, intense, full of conflict. this isn’t the man you’ve faced in battle before.

no. this is different. this is a hero. and you...you are still the villain. the one he is supposed to end. the one he has every right to kill.

your heart thunders in your chest, not with fear, but with an aching sorrow. a desire for something you’ve long buried.

for a fleeting moment, your guard is down, and you let the raw truth of your emotions flood your mind. you are at his mercy. and, maybe, for the first time, you don’t want him to kill you.

“do it,” you whisper, the words barely escaping your lips. your voice cracks, the edge of vulnerability cutting through the usual strength you wear like armor.

you don’t recognize it at first. how weak you sound. how resigned. but there is a quiet hope in it too. you are giving him an out, a chance to end this.

but hawks doesn’t do it.

instead, his hand wavers, trembling slightly as it hovers above you. the feather, once so steady and deadly, wavers—its tip brushing against your skin, but not with the force of death.

no, there is something else in that touch. the hesitation. the uncertainty. his eyes, usually so determined, are clouded.

you lock eyes with him. in that moment, there is no mission. no sides. no enemies. only the two of you. and everything that has been building for months comes crashing to the surface.

the connection you tried to deny, the feelings you buried deep down, they all come rushing forward.

the world around you spins, a cyclone of emotions, of truths unspoken, of desires too dangerous to voice. and then, finally, he speaks.

“I can’t…” his voice breaks like glass, and you can hear the agony in it. it shatters the silence, the weight of his words settling heavily between you.

the feather above your throat drops. his grip on it loosens, and the sharp tip that had once been poised to kill now quivers in the air.

his wings fold, the powerful appendages that could level cities now hanging limply at his sides.

and in that moment—just when you think the world is going to end, just when you think he is going to end you—hawks collapses.

he falls into you, his chest heaving with emotion, his face burying itself against your shoulder.

you don’t know how to respond. don’t know what to say. but you feel the tremors in his body, the weight of everything he is carrying.

it isn’t just exhaustion.

it isn’t just the fight.

it’s something that has been growing inside of him since the moment you first crossed paths. something that both of you have tried to bury but can no longer deny.

you hold him close, your own body shaking now, from the quiet, painful realization that neither of you can keep pretending anymore. neither of you can keep hiding from what you have become.

hawks’ arms tighten around you as if he could shield you from everything—your choices, his duty, the impossible chasm between the two of you.

his breath is ragged against your shoulder, the weight of unspoken truths pressing down on both of you.

“this…” his voice is hoarse, cracking under the strain of everything he isn’t saying. “this doesn’t change anything, does it?”

you close your eyes, a helpless laugh escaping before you can stop it. “no. it doesn’t.”

the reality of it hangs heavy in the air. no matter what has passed between you, no matter how tightly he holds you now, the world outside won’t care.

you are still on opposing sides, trapped in a war that doesn’t allow for feelings like this.

“then what are we doing?” he asks, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.

his golden eyes search yours, filled with a mixture of frustration, confusion, and something that looks dangerously close to hope.

you hesitate, the answer caught in your throat. “surviving,” you finally say, your voice quieter than you intended. “even if it’s just for this moment.”

his lips press into a thin line. “you know we can’t keep this up. sooner or later, one of us will have to make a choice.”

the truth of his words stings, but you refuse to look away. “I know,” you admit. “but I’m not ready to make that choice yet.”

silence falls between you, heavy with everything you can’t say. the warmth of his touch jars with the cold reality of your situation, and for a moment, it feels like the rest of the world has faded away.

but it hasn’t. it never will.

“I won’t stop trying to bring you in,” hawks says eventually. “I can’t just ignore everything you’ve done, everything you might still do. but…”

he swallows hard, his voice softening. “that doesn’t mean I want to lose you.”

you let out a shaky breath, your hands tightening in the fabric of his jacket. “and I won’t stop doing what I have to. but that doesn’t mean I want to fight you, keigo. I never have.”

his name on your lips seems to cause a light blush to cover his cheeks, before he coughs. “so, what does that make us? enemies with...feelings?”

a small smile tugs at your lips. “something like that.”

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aventurineswife · 4 months ago

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Dear amazing author (you really are! I and my friend have always feast 💜)

If I may request something - may I please request the hugs and assurance, that everything would be alright? For Aventurine, Argenti, general Jing Yuan, Boothill, DHIL / Dan Heng (you may add more, if you want, I'd gladly read it all!)

Not only I, but also my friend has bad period of time... These last two months mainly... :') college in the last year is not funny, ngl...

Thank you sincerely 💜

(also Toki, surprise ;D no matter what would happen, we are strong introverts forever 💜🤭)

We Mend as We Go

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Argenti x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Boothill x Reader, Dan Heng IL x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Vulnerability, Reassurance, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Introspection, Found Family, Slow Burn (implied), Mutual Support.

Warnings: Mentions of Trauma, Burdens of Leadership, Existential Doubt, References to Vengeance and Loss, Themes of Loneliness and Emotional Isolation, Mentions of Past Violence (in Boothill and Dan Heng's parts).

A/N: 😭😭STAWWPPP!! Y'ALL ARE TOO NICE 🧍‍♀️😔, ALSO I can relate with college... It's never fun but neither was school (for me at least) :') enjoy this! ;)

The moon hung high over the city, casting a soft, silvery glow across the balcony where Aventurine stood, his sharp eyes fixed on the distant horizon. Despite his outwardly confident demeanor, there was a deep unease within him tonight, a rare crack in his carefully crafted facade.

You approached him quietly, your footsteps soft on the stone. He didn't turn to look at you, but the subtle shift in his posture told you that he knew you were there. You stopped beside him, taking in the view, before gently reaching out and placing your hand on his shoulder.

Aventurine’s smile was as enigmatic as always, but his eyes—held a flicker of something else: vulnerability. It was fleeting, hidden just beneath the surface, but you had learned to read him, to see past the games and the charming mask.

"Everything’s a gamble, isn't it?" he mused, his voice light, but with an underlying tension. "No matter how many victories I've had, there's always that nagging feeling... What if it all crumbles?"

You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him in a tender embrace. He froze at first, caught off guard by the warmth of your presence, before he slowly relaxed, a soft breath escaping his lips.

"Then we'll rebuild it together," you whispered, your voice calm, filled with assurance. "You’re not alone in this. Whatever happens, we’ll face it."

Aventurine stood still for a moment, his heart pounding with an unfamiliar comfort, before he allowed himself to lean into the hug. His arms hesitantly wrapped around you, the gesture more vulnerable than anything he had ever shown.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice softer than usual. "You make the gamble seem worth it."

The night was quiet, the stars shining brightly above the peaceful valley where Argenti had paused in his travels. The weight of his armor felt heavier than usual tonight, as if the burden of his sacred duty pressed down upon him more than ever. He had been wandering for so long, always alone, always with the call of duty at his side. Yet, tonight, there was a crack in the armor of his conviction—a moment of doubt.

You found him sitting on a rock, staring at the night sky with a distant expression, as though lost in thought. Without a word, you sat beside him, the silence between you both comfortable in its familiarity. You didn’t need to ask what was troubling him; you could feel it emanating from him like an unseen weight.

After a few moments, Argenti spoke, his voice quieter than usual, filled with the kind of uncertainty he rarely allowed himself.

"Do you ever wonder if I’m doing the right thing?" he asked, his eyes reflecting the stars above. "I’ve faced so much... I’ve fought countless battles, restored cities, but... is it enough? Am I truly bringing beauty to the world?"

You reached out, gently resting your hand on his, offering him the comfort he often denied himself. Argenti looked at you, his sharp gaze softening as he met your eyes.

"You’re bringing beauty with every step you take," you replied, your voice unwavering. "It’s not about the battles or the victories. It’s about the light you share, the way you inspire others. You don’t have to carry the world alone."

Argenti’s shoulders relaxed, the tension that had built up slowly dissipating as he leaned into your embrace. His armor was cold against your skin, but the warmth between you was enough to melt the doubt away, if only for a moment.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with gratitude. "It’s a lonely path, but with you, it feels less so."

The evening was calm on the Xianzhou Luofu, a rare stillness settling over the grand halls and corridors. Jing Yuan had long since finished his duties for the day, but the weight of centuries seemed to linger in the quiet moments, especially as he found himself gazing at the stars from his study. His eyes, sharp and calculating, softened as he thought about the future, the past, and the delicate balance he maintained as the General.

You entered the room quietly, approaching him from behind. Jing Yuan didn’t turn, but the slight shift of his posture told you he was aware of your presence. You stepped closer, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder, the touch grounding him in the present.

"Jing Yuan," you said softly, "everything will be alright."

He chuckled, a deep, warm sound that seemed to carry the weight of both amusement and something more. "You say that, but you know how fragile peace can be," he remarked, his voice soft with the wisdom of ages. "How long can it last?"

You knelt beside him, your presence a reminder that he was not alone in his struggles. You placed a hand over his, your fingers intertwined with his, and offered him a comforting smile.

"You’ve kept the peace for so long," you said. "You’ve already proven that you can handle whatever comes. But it’s alright to lean on others too. You don’t have to carry everything by yourself."

Jing Yuan’s gaze softened as he looked at you, a rare vulnerability in his eyes. "And will you be here... when the burden feels too much?"

Without a word, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close, offering the kind of reassurance only love and time could bring. Jing Yuan, for all his wisdom and strength, leaned into your embrace, a sigh escaping his lips. He had known countless battles and victories, but in this moment, it was the peace of your presence that soothed him.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice quiet but filled with warmth. "With you, I know everything will be alright."

The cold winds of the galaxy howled through the dim-lit room, the hum of the ship's engine the only sound breaking the silence. Boothill sat by the window, his mechanical hand tracing the outlines of the distant stars. His white hair framed his face, the black streaks almost seeming to shimmer in the faint light. His sharp teeth were barely visible, lips tight, eyes focused on something far beyond the stars—something far beyond the pain he’d been through.

You entered the room quietly, your footsteps soft against the metal floor. You had always known when Boothill needed space, but tonight, something about him seemed different—more distant, like the weight of his past was pulling him under. The bounty on his head grew heavier by the day, and Oswaldo Schneider was still a shadow, always out of reach. His quest for vengeance was endless, and it was slowly consuming him.

Sitting beside him, you placed a gentle hand on his. His cold, metallic fingers trembled slightly under your touch, a sign of just how much his humanity was still alive beneath the hard surface.

"Boothill," you whispered, your voice steady but full of warmth, "it's okay. You’ve fought so long, but you don’t have to fight alone anymore. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together. You’re not alone. Everything... everything will be alright."

He didn’t respond immediately, but you saw the slight shift in his posture—the way he leaned just a little closer, his hair brushing against your arm. His eyes, those sharp, calculating eyes, softened, just for a moment. The aim symbols within them flickered slightly, as though they, too, were taking a break from their endless mission.

His voice was low, rough, as though it had been unused for far too long. "I... I don’t know how much longer I can keep fighting like this." The words came out almost as a confession, a crack in his usually impenetrable armor. "Everywhere I go, it feels like I’m chasing ghosts. My family... my home... it all just keeps slipping away, no matter how hard I try."

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. He stiffened at first, his mechanical body too rigid, but then, slowly, he let go of the tension, allowing himself to be enveloped by your warmth. His chin rested on your shoulder, the weight of his past pressing against you, but you held him tighter.

"It’s okay, Boothill," you murmured, your voice a gentle whisper. "You don’t have to carry everything alone. I’m right here, always. And I’ll help you find your peace, even if we have to fight for it together. We’re a team, and I’ll never leave your side."

For the first time in a long while, Boothill let himself relax, his grip on you steady but soft. The storm inside him had not yet passed, but in this moment, there was comfort—a fleeting sense of safety.

"You’re right," he whispered, his voice low, almost hesitant. "I’ve been carrying too much... Maybe it’s time to let someone else carry a little of the weight."

And for a moment, the stars outside seemed to shine a little brighter. As if even the universe itself was reminding him that he was not alone.

The stars stretched infinitely before you, the ship gliding smoothly through the cosmos. Dan Heng stood near the observation window, his eyes distant, gazing into the void. His posture was tense, as it often was, his sharp features betraying none of the turmoil within. The weight of his past, the memories of his previous incarnation, lingered like a storm cloud hanging over him.

You had known him long enough to recognize the signs—the way his shoulders would stiffen, how he would withdraw into himself when the shadows of the past grew too overwhelming. He had always been like this: detached, burdened by things he could not control, unable to fully reconcile with the legacy of his past life as the Imbibitor Lunae.

Without saying a word, you approached him. He didn’t turn to face you, but you didn’t need him to. You knew what he needed, even when he didn’t.

You reached out, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. His skin was warm beneath your fingers, but the tension in his body was like a barrier—one that you knew he had built over countless years. Still, you could feel the way his body subtly relaxed at your touch, just a fraction, but it was enough.

"Dan Heng," you said softly, your voice the only thing breaking the silence. "I know you carry a heavy burden, and I know it’s not easy to shake the past. But you don’t have to do it alone. Whatever comes, I’ll be here. You don’t have to keep everything locked inside. Everything will be alright, I promise."

For a long moment, he didn’t speak. He simply stood there, his gaze fixed on the stars, his expression unreadable. But you didn’t pull away. You stayed close, your presence offering the quiet reassurance he needed.

Finally, his voice came, almost like a whisper. "It’s hard," he admitted, his tone low, vulnerable in a way you rarely heard. "To live with all these memories. To know what I’ve done... what I was capable of... and still wonder if I can ever make up for it."

You stepped closer, placing your other hand on his back, your warmth reaching through the cold walls he had built around himself. "You’ve already done so much, Dan Heng. You’ve made a choice. And that choice is yours, not anyone else's. The past doesn’t define who you are now. You are not your past life. You’re you—and you are enough."

He exhaled slowly, as if your words had finally reached him, breaking through the fog of his thoughts. His hand, which had been resting at his side, slowly reached up, fingers brushing against yours. The touch was small, fleeting, but it was enough—a silent acknowledgment of your words.

For the first time in a long while, Dan Heng allowed himself to believe that maybe—just maybe—everything would be alright. And as he turned his head slightly to meet your gaze, the faintest of smiles tugged at the corner of his lips. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice soft. "I... I needed to hear that."

And in that quiet moment, amidst the vast expanse of the stars, you both knew that, no matter how far you had to go or how many trials awaited, you would face them together.

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