#lovers to strangers

[xuzuitengenx]

Neuvillette x Pyro Dragon!Male Reader Oneshot

Title: As We Meet Once Again

Genre: Angst

CW and Info: NOT PROOF-READ!, Short Oneshot, OOC moments, Lovers turn strangers

How long has it been since Neuvillette heard about the Pyro Dragon's existence? Seems like just yesterday Neuvillette watched him leave with Neuvillette's heart that he gave to him years before but in reality, it has been hundreds of years.

Oh, how much the Hydro Dragon cried that day, begging for the other to stay as the sky was darkened with clouds as rain poured harshly on the two.

Remembering his first and last love with a unexpressive face as he was sobbing but not everything on that horrible day the Pyro Dragon did was apathetic.

With the hands that always held Neuvillette with love and pure adoration on his face that was still streaming tears and a long kiss on Neuvillette's forehead.

As soon Neuvillette closed his eyes to capture the soft kiss as the wet hands of his lover on his face, the Pyro Dragon was gone.

Walking through the streets of Fontaine, Neuvillette remembers that last kiss and touch till this day. Neuvillette didn't notice how the sky was slowly clouding up due to the memory and soon light raindrops starts to fall.

It had seem tears has formed in his eyes, not falling from his waterline yet. Before the tears and the lump in his throat began further as the rain worsen, an umbrella appeared and shielding Neuvillette from the rain.

"Don't cry, Hydro Dragon.."

That voice...It was so familiar to Neuvillette...too familiar. Neuvillette looks up at the person holding the umbrella, his breath gets stuck in his throat as his heart seems to shatter yet began to quicken once again like it did centuries ago.

"M/N..." A hushed whisper from Neuvillette was heard from the said man who smiled softly. Oh, that smile that Neuvillette adored..

"Here, take it..I wouldn't be needing it." M/N spoke as he handed Neuvillette the umbrella, their hands slightly touching which made Neuvillette wanting more than that after centuries of not feeling M/N's touch.

"I'll see you around, Monsieur Neuvillette?" The way his name rolled off of M/N's tongue made Neuvillette's heart skip but it also sadden Neuvillette as he was just "Monsieur Neuvillette" to the one he forever loves.

Were they now strangers but with memories?

[comatosebunny09]

Astarion’s the ex-boyfriend who reluctantly let you go because he felt like he wasn’t good enough.

He’s the ex who took some time away to mature before he could face you and your companions again.

It was nothing you did—Gods, you were perfect. He just wasn’t ready for what a genuine relationship entailed. For what it cost.

When Withers reunites you, you secretly hope to mend things—and, secretly, so do your friends.

Your conversation is seamless as if you hadn’t spent all these months avoiding one another like a sickness.

He smiles more. Your laughter’s lighter now. He’s no less beautiful than he was six months ago. His touch still makes your skin prickle with static electricity despite its harmlessness. Still makes your heart stutter, and those dragonflies stir in your belly, and you’re a nervous little wreck, aren’t you?

You part ways with see you laters as opposed to goodbyes because the latter would imply you’re done for good. But fate has a tricky way of meddling with your lives and bringing you back together like driftwood returned to the shoreline.

Eventually, you become acquaintances, running into each other by happenstance throughout Baldur’s Gate.

Bumping hands whilst reaching for a book in the library. Encountering each other at the night market, exchanging familiar smiles and nods—Gods, darling, you’re still as terrible at scoping out a good deal as ever, he jests with that customary waggle of his hand.

Then, you become friends again. Close friends. And eventually, he becomes a constant in your life once more, showing up to your home each night with the promise of wine and juicy gossip—it’s all just a ruse to see you.

Though your breaths hitch in tandem each night you find him seated close to you on your settee—your thighs brush together, your pinkies graze, and his lips “accidentally” touch your cheek—you don’t want to ruin things. Don’t want to dredge up those old feelings. Fester those old wounds because, of course, you still pine for one another.

But you don’t want to muck up your rekindled friendship by once again rushing into something he may still not be ready for.

So you settle for breaking your own heart each night, smiling like a drunken, enamored fool while he rests his head in your lap. And you twirl his pretty little curls about your fingers, watching his lashes flutter, and his cheeks redden with your blood—you still offer it to him from time to time. That’s what friends do, right?

And though your lips twitch with a question, with that urge to ask what happened to us—with a need to lean down and kiss him—you stomp down those impulses.

You’re content with sitting with him like this, watching a smile round his lips and his chest quake with a fond chuckle because maybe he’s still as much taken by you as you’ve always been by him.

And maybe it’s just you being wishful. Maybe it’s the candlelight playing tricks on your eyes. Perhaps it’s the wine warming in your veins, making you delusional.

But you feel his hand at your nape, slowly drawing you closer. And the world around fades into a beautiful bokeh when your lips meet, and your neck hurts from the angle, and maybe your lips are a little chapped and unrehearsed after all this time, but…

Well, it’s every bit of perfect. Just like you remembered it.

[cherrylovelycherry]

I was enchanted to meet you

pairing. scaramouche x gn!reader cw/genre. angst, falling out of love, break up, lovers to strangers/exes, mention of lies, false words. masterlist!

You and Scara have been dating for 1 year, he also always shows you affection, But all he does is lie.

Scara had a concert with his friends, so you go to watch it. When you saw the concert, Scara playing the guitar while seeing the singer with love eyes, the song: Enchanted

"I was Enchanted to meet you." The singer was singing and she also looked at him

"Please don't be in love with someone else, please don't have somebody waiting on you." 

The night was cold, you cursed yourself for continuing with your fantasy of colors and sparkles in the shape of hearts. It was obvious, you just preferred not to know anything and ignore.

But if you already knew everything, so why did it hurt so much?

You felt like an idiot, falling for his pretty, decorated lies over and over again. It was too much for you.

You tried a lot to hold back the tears, you tried to push the people who were there, in an attempt to get out.

But oh, the music and Scara's voice with the girl, resonated from your ears to your brain. Unconsciously your tears could not hold in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks. Pouring your heart out little by little, you didn't care how many looks the people watching the concert gave you.

It was unfair.

His false promises of "I will be your last love.", when you returned home embarrassed and happy by his confession, now fell into bitter empty words. The worst of all is that you knew it, but you believed, you had a little hope that your stories would come true.

The moment you were finally able to get out of there, you allowed yourself to sob.

It was ridiculous and humiliating, because of all the times he could do that was now, in front of a lot of people?

You returned home, you cursed internally again when you took into account that Scara also lived with you. Your mind had already processed this moment months ago while your heart was just trying to understand it.

You let out a shaky breath, “good things don’t last forever,” you thought.

You left your bag on the couch while you entered the master bedroom, taking out the suitcase where you had stored your things when you moved in with him.

As you were putting your clothes in, without touching the things he had bought you, your phone rang.

The movement of your hands stopped for a brief moment, Your eyes filled with tears again, the song from the concert, your song, forced you to have a hurricane of memories.

The first thing your brain thought to torture you was his confession; "He's your first love..." At that time, you had another love interest but that didn't stop him. "...I'm trying to be the last one."

"No matter what time passes."

Oh, how it hurt you.

Apparently that 'time' was only 6 months.

You sighed and left the suitcase open, heading to the couch and taking out your phone.

“Hello.” you said through tears and a cracking voice.

“Where are you? I didn't see you when the concert ended.” He said with a calm voice as if he had not been the one on stage flirting minutes ago.

“I’m at home.” you whispered.

He went silent, you could hear how he breathed through the phone.

You went quiet as well, as the silence passed, neither of you was the first to speak.

You heard that his breath was quick, something made him uneasy.

“Did something happen?” He asked in a more serious tone than before.

At your lack of response, Scara spoke again.

“…I’m coming over." He said and hung up.

You left your cell phone on the couch while you went back to put away your belongings in the suitcase.

You still wanted to cry but no tears came out of your eyes. Now you were sitting on the couch, with the suitcase on one side, waiting for him.

10 minutes had passed and finally you began to hear his footsteps approaching.

Your heart felt heavy.

He came in, seeing the suitcase on the couch, he looked at you.

"... what are you doing?" His eyes scanned you with concern, they looked into yours with the same concern.

You raised your head, looking at him, your eyes were red and swollen. You let out a sigh and spoke calmly; "I am leaving."

"Y/N—" He tried to start but you spoke first.

"I'm not interested in hearing any explanations or excuses," You said firmly.

He wanted to say something but you put your hand up in the air stopping his words.

"No matter what you say I don't believe you anymore," Your words pierced his heart like it was nothing, even your eyes were dry.

He felt as if he had been punched in the stomach, he finally lowered his gaze to the floor.

"..."

"Why did you go through the trouble of lying to me about loving me when it was so easy for you to fall in love with someone else in front of me on stage?", you thought, but you didn't say.

You got up from the couch, standing in front of him.

"Please, I can explain—"

You silenced him again.

"I know you're interested in someone else, Scara." You said, your voice sounding soft and calm.

You took his hands in yours, wanting to feel the warm touch you longed for from him. "Take good care of yourself from now on." You said, tightening your grip on his hands knowing that the moment you let go, you would never feel that warmth inside you again.

He couldn't speak, he also tightened his grip on your hands, remaining silent.

You surprised yourself by the fact that you were so calm now, without needing to drown in tears. You wanted to think that it was because of your mind, which had already been prepared for this moment, you didn't even mind leaving in the middle of the night, you had called a taxi before anyway.

For a few more seconds you continued like this until you released his hands. You inhaled and exhaled, going back to grab your suitcase. "I'll spend forever wondering if you knew, I was enchanted to meet you." You said with a little smile on your face, looking at him one last time and then walking past him, opening the door to your now ex-house, leaving there.

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[just-a-few-prompts]

“Did you still love them, after everything they did?”

“… I did. I do… not that it did either of us any good, in the end.”

[frostyheartbreaks]

❄️ Maybe we could’ve lasted a little longer. If only we could really say how we felt. It’s too late now, winter’s over, the snow starts to melt. ❄️

[sakura-hayashii]

12.22.23 - 1:02 pm

“i love you,” he says grabbing my face gently with his hands. no no no. a smirk paints on my face and i tilt my head back roaring with laughter. i look back at him and see his eyebrows furrowed, confusion written all over his face. “aww.” i fake pout.  “you actually thought i loved you? now that's just adorable.” “what?” he asks, barely loud enough for me to hear. please look at me, please see me. i place my hands on his chest and lean in until my lips are barely grazing his ear.  “it was all a game lovely,” i whisper, without an ounce of emotion. it's not. please, don't believe me. “get out.” he snarls. i swear his blue eyes held more darkness than any brown eyes i had ever seen. no no no. please see through me. i don't move.  “GET THE FUCK OUT!” he screams gabbing my neck and shoving me against a wall.  “if i ever fucking see you again, i will kill you.” he spits in my face and walks out. my body goes limp as i slide down the wall; wrapping my arms around my knees. i had to stick to the plan. couldn't he see it? “i love you too,” i whisper as a tear rolls down my face.

- S.H. // how do you love an enemy? (via unwrittenstories)

[poraphia]

"Once A Soot, Always A Soot."

Chapter 04 of "If You Look At Me, I'll Listen To You."

➵ PAIRING! clinic!villain!wilbur x hero!reader

➵ CREATING! 12.26.23 | 4103 words

➵ CONTAINING! the origin of how wilbur and reader met, child neglection, lovers to strangers angst, tommy being a clueless little soul

➵ SAYING! holy shit it actually pained me to write the last couple sentences of the chapter. i had so much fun writing this i immediately started working on chapter 6, and im also on the works of making the origin story of how they started dating so that’s going to be super fun :) message me if you’d like to be on my taglist for this series!

My masterlist :)

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“You never told me you had a lifelong best friend!”

We both smiled, but Wil and I could see it in each others eyes.

It was much, much more than that..

“Wilbur..?”

My mind was racing a thousand thoughts, but all of them screamed the same coherent thought. My eyes lingered on that white streak in his hair. The same hair streak I saw when Siren was sitting right up close to me.

It was all the same.

The same jawline.

The same mop of hair.

The same sleek body shape.

It was all there and right in front of me.

“Hey.. Uh, didn’t expect to see you out so late.” Wil chuckled as he scratched the back of his neck. “Were you just heading in? Y’know the shop is closing in like an hour.”

Quick, think of an excuse.

“Oh, um— yeah. I had a late night and was just in the area so I— I decided to go here.” I stuttered out. Though it was messy explaining, it was believable. Wil stood there, seemingly a bit nervous as his hands wrapped around the strap of his bag.

“Ah, yeah, I get those too..”

The tension was thick and awkward. If I wanted to break out of this thoroughly, I’d have to go with my lie. Which also meant another minute with Wilbur.

Or shall I say—

Siren.

“I-I’ll be going in now..” I muttered.

“Oh— yeah, hold on let me get the door for you.” Wil jogged to the door before I could get there to hold the door generously. I muttered a quick thank you before being met with the familiar chimes of the cafe. There behind the counter was Tommy, who was just cleaning the counter.

Audibly, I could hear a groan erupt from Tom’s throat before I approached the counter. “Welcome to Puffy’s Cloudy Cafe what can I—” Tom turned around only to be met with my nervous expression and Wilbur behind me. “..Started for you. Hey, (y/n). What’re you..” He seemed to be trailing off as he maintained eye contact with the man behind me. He decided not to ask any questions.

“I’ll just have a flat white with two shots of espresso.” I dug into my bag and slid over $10 bucks. “Please.” Tommy nodded before taking the bill and stuffing it into the register. He proceeded to make my drink as I nervously moved side to side.

It felt like my heart was skipping beats. I thought these circumstances couldn’t get any worse. My childhood best friend, my first love, my ex, they’re all siren?! The dangerous man I see on the news near 24/7 terrorizing the city as he simply watches with a smirk on his face. It was all too overbearing to even think about.

“(y/n)?” Tommy snapped me out of my thoughts. I shook my head, realizing I was still at the counter.

“Thanks, Tom.” I hastily grabbed the cup of coffee before taking a seat. I took a minute to myself, just sitting there with no type of expression on my face. All of these thoughts, connections, drawn out lines, they were all finally aligning, and it was as if just like that..

I figured out the dynamic of the syndicate.

I rushed to open my phone, and as if my thumbs had a mind of their own, I began to jot down every thought that ran across my mind. I didn’t let one bit of information be forgotten. Everything was going to be written down and stored in my phone, and God forbid anybody knows this information until it was ready for the world.

In a way I felt like I betrayed the hero society and all of L’manburg, knowing that I’ve dated the one and only Siren. And not only that, I’ve been associated, with the founder of the Syndicate.

That’s right.

If Wilbur is Siren, then it would be a god damn miracle if Phil and Techno weren’t associated with the Syndicate.

I haven’t seen Phil and Techno in years as well, but based on what I knew growing up, whenever Wilbur, Techno, and I would play, Techno would always be training or practicing with blades. He was nothing but a God at swordsmanship.

Blades.

If Wilbur was Siren, then Techno had to be Blade! That would explain the dynamic between Blade and Siren whenever on the battlefield. They argued like brothers because they are brothers. Shit, there’s no way I’m figuring all of this shit out?!

My hand covered half of my face, and I almost had to stop myself from bursting out laughing. I was going insane because of this realization, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before this would drive me to the edge.

I couldn’t help but think about the past when I would spend nights sometimes at the Soot household. I remember the little lectures Phil would give Wilbur and me to keep the door open and if I was going to sleepover then Wil would have to sleep on the floor and I would sleep on the bed. That rule didn’t last long though. By the third time I was spending nights at their house, Phil would quietly creak open the door only to see Wil and I’s limbs tangled around each other like inseparable vines.

But these.. People.. Can’t be murderers. Can they..?

They raised me. They helped me understand the world better than any of my relatives could. They took me to the diner where I could eat tasty muffins— Hell, they were my family! But to be the leading members of the syndicate.. I..

“(y/n)? Are you okay?!”

The last thing I remember was clicking my phone off before dropping to the ground.

.

“Tommy, are you sure they’re going to be alright?!”

“Yes, Wil, stop being such a baby.”

Fuck.. What happened..?

My eyes fluttered open, only to meet the blaring ceiling lights flooding my vision. My back ached from lying on the stiff tile floor with only a towel to shield me from the dirty marble. My throat felt dry and my head was pounding.

“Where..” I rubbed my head as I used all of my strength to hoist myself up. “Where am I..?” I muttered hoarsely. Wilbur and Tom whipped their heads around, immediately their attention was on me.

“(y/n), fuck! You’re okay!” Wil cried. He was about to lunge at me for a hug, but the moment he raised his arms I flinched, making him back down on his actions immediately. His smile quickly faded before he glanced at Tom, who only thinned his lips in response. I looked at the two of them, a little uncomfortable at my given position now. Tommy was the first to speak up after the uncomfortable silence.

“You’re in Puffy’s Cafe right now. You fainted suddenly and you’ve been out for thirty minutes.” Tommy explained. “Are you okay?” I blinked a few times, and almost at an instant, all my memories came back.

The Soot family..

Fuck..

“Y-Yeah..” I lied through gritted teeth. “Yeah.. I’m just a little overworked I guess.” I looked down shielded my eyes from the light. I couldn’t stand to look at them anymore. Could I even trust them..? Be even in the presence of them, especially Wilbur?! I took a deep breath, biting my tongue before I could say anything I could regret. “I-I need to head home soon.. What time is it?” I asked. I watched Wil’s hand move to check his watch.

“..It’s around 11pm, which is like 30 minutes after closing.” Wilbur looked at me worriedly. “It’s dangerous to be out this late.”

“I-I live in West End which is like two hours from here..” I muttered. I could only imagine Wil’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Well that’s damn far..” Tommy thought to himself. “How about they stay at our place, eh?”

Immediately my head perked up, and I’m sure the expression of shock wasn’t hard to notice. The same expression reflected on Wilbur as well as we both stared at a blank faced Tommy.

“What?” Tom said. “You guys know each other, don’t you?” He sounded so clueless to Wil and I’s given relationship, I could almost feel bad for the boy. Wil and I looked at each other in confusion and distraught.

“I.. Uh..” Wilbur muttered. I could see he was regretting some choices as he frantically looked at me. His eyes were split between “Please ignore this dumb child” and “I’m embarrassing myself right now just being this close to you.”

“I guess I could stay.” I replied, blankly.

“What?” Wilbur said.

‘what’ was the right reaction, because what was I even saying?! Staying over at the Soots when I barely just realized that they are the Syndicate?! Maybe I was still dazed or hit my head too hard after I knocked out because honestly what the fuck was I even doing here being surrounded by.. By them?!

“Y-yeah..” I stuttered out. “I could stay. Plus it’s like what Tom said—” I turned over to look at Wilbur. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

Wilbur looked like he was about to go on a rampage of words, but at the same, his throat prevented him from any sound coming out. So instead, he was stuck in this awkward pose of almost saying something but then saying nothing at all. Tom just shrugged before standing up.

“Well that makes things easier doesn’t it? Will doesn’t have to stress so much, and (y/n) can be somewhere safe for the night.” He said, dusting his hands off.

Yeah.. “safe.”

I stood up as well, removing the towel from the floor and handing the fabric to Tommy. Wil was still in shock. sitting as he stared blankly at the floor. “The house is just a train ride away, so it shouldn’t take so long. Maybe twenty minutes at max.” Tommy explained. “I’m going to put this away and lock up shop.” And with that, Tommy left Wil and I together .

Alone.

Siren

and me.

Wilbur stood up, brushing off his pants before looking at me. His glasses glistened under the beaming ceiling light, and his sleeves were rolled back to his elbows. He didn’t stand up straight, instead he had this sort of hunch posture, and was too mesmerized to correct it. I looked down, shifting my weight from left to right as we awkwardly stood in front of each other.

“So, uh..” I spoke. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been uh..” Wilbur scratched his head. “—Good. I’ve been doing good.”

Wow, this was extremely uncomfortable. As much as that clueless, gremlin child didn’t serve much of a purpose for me, right now would be a great time to come back.

“You look.. Really beautiful, by the way.” Wilbur quickly uttered out. I swiftly looked up, taken a little aback at his compliment. “I mean uh—! You look nice, (y/n)! You look.. Uh..” His face became a red mess. To save himself from anymore embarrassment he covered his hands with his lengthy fingers and looked away.

If I didn’t know any better, I wouldn’t believe this man was the same person that has killed thousands of people, much less a few dozen right in front of me.

Tommy returned from the backroom, holding the keys to the establishment. “Alright, you two,” he announced. “Let’s go.”

We all exited out of the building in silence with Tommy being the last so that he could lock the door closed. The three of us treaded in near silence with the midnight crickets and the hum of the streetlights to keep us company. Tommy walked between Wilbur and I, serving as our saving grace from anymore awkward tension. That was until Tommy started to ask questions about me.

“So, (y/n)..” Tommy dragged out.

“Yes, Tom?” I responded. I kept my head straight forward as we spoke.

“How do you know my buddy Wilbur over here? Since y’know, he decided not to tell me anything about y— ow!” Tommy was interrupted by a harsh shove served by Wil.

“Well I uh..” I peeked over to look at Wilbur, who still had that embarrassed look on his face. Only he looked more upset at Tommy than anything. His cheeks were still pink from the previous flush. “I-I’m comfortable telling the story, but only if Wil is.” I clarified. Tommy’s interest immediately turned toward me, no longer annoyed by Wilbur’s silent bullying. Wilbur perked his head up as well, his expression softening.

“I.. I’m okay with it.” Wil finally mumbled. I smiled a little before turning back to face forward.

“Then I guess we should start with how we met.”

I was 12 when I moved to South Bay with my aunt and uncle. After my family had suffered a tragic fate, I was given the choice to either live within the foster system or to reside with my closest relatives. Obviously, I chose my relatives. Though they were smiles and light-hearted jokes on the outside, they couldn’t care less that I was someone living under their roof. I was always given the leftover portions of their meals and never had anything to myself, but if I were to, it would’ve been a hand-me-down older than me or something they saw as useless. I was blessed enough to even have my own room, but even then, it felt so alone and cold.

After I turned 13 I thought of myself as “grown,” so I would often leave the house without telling my uncle or aunt, but even then, it was like they didn’t even care. I wasn’t lectured, I wasn’t taught any differently, I was simply just an accessory to the house. I remember vividly I wandered around the neighborhood as the sun was staring to set, and the streets were starting to quiet down. I wanted to spend that evening at the nearby park, swinging as I watched the sky turn orange and red.

When I made it to the park, there was only one family there. It was a father, and two boys who looked about the same age. Though neither of them look related in the slightest, they were close and bonded together as if they were. A panging feeling in my chest kind of stuck with me at the sight of them— a family so close together despite not being blood relative. And here I was, freely exploring the world with no parents to worry about me at home. Though it sounded like a damn blessing to other kids my age, I’ve never felt so.. Isolated.

I did my best to avoid where the family was and made a B-line to the swings. The two boys were playing around on the jungle gym as the man watched with a content smile on his face. I tried my best to ignore the sight, and instead focus on the sky, glowing in such warm colors.

I rocked back and forth, trying to swing as high as I can. Every time I would swing, my goal was to be able to touch the sky. A childish dream I had.

“Dad, who is that?” one of the boys asked while tugging at his father's sleeve.

The man looked over, a little surprised to see me. I pretended not to notice them talking about me and proceeded with my swinging.

“Hm, I don't know, Wil,” the dad said. I learned that the boy asking about me was named Wil.

“Can I play with them..?” he asked. Immediately I stopped swinging, dragging my feet into the mulch and looking at them. I don't know if I was scared, surprised, or excited that someone had finally noticed me. I'm sure the man saw the mix of feelings in my eyes too.

The man leaned down and talked softly to Wil before he nodded. Wil then walked toward me, and immediately I was freezing up. I gripped onto the swing chains tight as I could only watch in fear. Once Wil was in front of me, he smiled.

“Hi,” he greeted. “My name is Wilbur. What's your name?”

“(y-y/n)..” I stuttered. Wilbur nodded before pointing at the swing next to me.

“Can I swing with you?” he asked. It was an innocent offer, but something about it made me tear up. It was the first time anybody wanted to play with me.

“O-okay..” I nodded. “Do you want to know the game I'm playing?” I quietly asked. Wil nodded eagerly before hopping onto the swing.

Once I explained the game to him, we were having the time of our lives, swinging through the breezes while reaching our little hands to the sky. We were giggling, making it a little competition to see who could swinging the highest. And even when the sunset disappeared we were still reaching for the stars, and it took some lecturing from, who I learned to be, Phil, to get Wil finally off the swings.

“Where are your parents, little one?” Phil asked.

“I.. Um..” I fumbled for some sort of excuse. “My parents are here! They're just.. Shopping right now.” I pointed to the town just across the playground. “There.”

Though it looked as if Phil didn't buy it, he simply nodded, and wished me a goodnight and safety.

After that, it began routine to meet Wil at the playground with his family. We would make up games together and run around. Or sometimes, Wil and I would hide under the jungle gym and talk of stories and dreams. One day, I decided to have a private conversation with Phil on my living circumstances, ultimately asking if I could stay over at their place every once in a while. Phil being the caring man he is, agreed, which led to sleepovers and finally finding safety and comfort within a family.

Bringing myself back to the present, I sighed and looked over towards Wil and Tommy. Wil had a nostalgic smile on his face, as if he was also reliving those memories with me. Tom on the other hand, had a face of curiosity and surprise. Tom turned over to Wil and playfully nudged him on the shoulder.

“You never told me you have a lifelong best friend!” Tom exclaimed. Wil chuckled before ruffling the boy's hair.

“Well.. I mean yeah..” he sighed. Wil and I looked at each other. We both knew it was so much more than that.

We had finally made it the house. As it stood in all it's glory, it looked no different from what I remember. Tom and I walked inside as Wil locked the door behind us. It was definitely refurnished to match the wealth of their family.

Another clue as to them being the Syndicate.

Regardless, I took my shoes off and hung up my jacket. I turned to look at Wil, who looked like was thinking about something.

“Wilbur?” I called out. He shook his head and looked at me.

“S-sorry.. I was just thinking about where you're going to sleep. When Tom moved in he took the guest room— and I feel like it would be rude if I made you sleep in the living room—” Wil began to ramble but then paused before exhaling. He clasped his hands together and looked at me. “Are you.. Okay with sleeping in my room—? Not that I'll be in the room with you! I could sleep in the living room or with Tom or something..”

Wilbur's room..?

A jumble of memories began to flash all at once, and I was starting to feel lightheaded again. I quickly shook out of my thoughts before looking at Wil.

“Y-yeah.. Sure..” I replied softly. Tom had already headed upstairs for bed. I trailed behind Wil as he led me upstairs to his room, which if anything, I could've located on my own based on muscle memory.

Wilbur creaked the door open, and if anything, it was all exactly the same. A pile of clothes in one corner, a desk littered with papers with scribbled writing, and a guitar on the bedside.

“Wow,” I said out loud. Wil turned to look at me with slightly raised eyebrow. “it's almost as how I remember it..”

“Ah.. Yeah..” Wil nodded. He walked in and started to go through his drawers, fetching some spare clothes for me to wear. I circled around the room examining any crevice. I knew this was my opportunity to seize new evidence, but that child in me refused, and only wished for me to enjoy the moment.

“Here.” Wil handed me a pair of folded up sweats and a shirt for me to wear. After further examination, I realized that these were the pajamas I would often wear when coming over to their place back then: Wilbur's dark gray sweatpants and a large black graphic tee of our favorite anime.

“..Thank you.” I said to Wil. I looked up to face him. A melancholy smile rested on his face as that small tint of pink rested on his cheekbones. His brown eyes, though we were in a dimmed room, sparkled a bit with sincerity.

“Of course uh..” He stood there for a minute, staring at me, before he cleared his throat and headed out the door. “If you need me, I’ll be in Tom’s room which is just the next room to the left, okay?” He held onto the doorknob. “Goodnight, (y/n).”

“..Goodnight, Wilbur.” I replied, softly. He gave me one last look before closing the door shut.

I stood there with Wilbur’s clothes still in my hands.

My heart was pounding, and if anything, the room felt stuffy despite the A/C in Wil’s room being at a cool 69 degrees. I felt the butterflies fluttering in my stomach, and all they wanted was to escape far and away. I wasn’t sure if I was flustered or anxious being in this room again. Whatever it was, I desperately needed to pull myself together.

Siren is Wilbur.

And Wilbur is Siren.

But Wilbur also gave me these soft clothes to wear whenever I was too scared to sleep by myself.

And Wilbur, despite our final argument before we separated, still kept the clothes after all these years. I sighed before changing out of my clothes. As I did, I noticed that the more I looked around, there were still bits of me still left in his room.

On the wall, there was a band poster we got for free after a concert we went to together. On his nightstand was an action figure I bought for his birthday, and scattered around the room, there were small house plants I got for him throughout the years. After I fitted into the sweatpants perfectly, I walked over to his desk. In a little box there were pieces of ripped paper and different colored sticky notes. Curiously, I picked one of them up.

That's when my heart stopped.

Without realizing, tears were starting to form in my eyes, near clouding up my vision. My chest ached and my throat tightened up, as if my whole body was forcing down a loud sob.

“I love you, my honey voice :)” was written in my handwriting. On the next line was written in Wilbur’s handwriting.

“I love you more, my beautiful star.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

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【Made of Mist】

Benn Beckman x Reader

Content: Afab Reader. She/Her. Lovers to Strangers to ??? Single motherhood.

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Benn stared down at the whiskey glass in his hands, shifting his cigarette between his teeth. He swirled his drink, watching the golden brown liquid swish around. The merriment of the Red-Haired Pirates and the burning booze did little to drown Benn's discomfort. He'd felt deep unease ever since Shanks set course to this island. The multi-day journey mainly consisted of his crewmates incessantly mocking him, eventually turning his apprehension into real distress. Benn knew (Name) would be on the island, ready to tear him a new one when she got a chance. He wasn't trying to shy away from that, Benn knew he'd deserved it, but the pain on her face was almost too much. He could forget to give (Name) a heartfelt apology if he couldn't even look her in the eye.

"Benn," Lucky crooned, pushing his way up to the bar, "Your little girlfriend is across the street."

Think of the devil, and she shall come. "Is she waiting for me?" Benn asked, preparing himself for the shitstorm he'd created. He tapped out his cigarette as (Name) hated the smell of the smoke.

Lucky looked far too amused for his comfort. "I don't think so. She saw me and looked pissed, so I don't think she's trying to chat you up."

The jeers from his crew mates rolled off Benn's shoulders. Despite the mental preparation, his stomach still churned. The thought of seeing (Name) made his stomach hurt. It had been nearly two years since they'd seen each other. There was no doubt in Benn's mind that she was royally peeved. Sucking his teeth, Benn finished his drink. A little liquid courage couldn't hurt. He strode out of the bar, his eyes scanning the storefronts across the street from the bar. Benn's head snapped toward the sound of her voice. It was the same as he'd remembered, making his knees weak.

"Thank you so much for keeping an eye on him," (Name) said to another young woman. She was standing on the porch of a home near the bar. A heavy satchel was slung over her shoulder, weighing her down.

"(Name), sweetie, you look worn out; I don't mind letting your sweet boy sleep here tonight," the woman offered gently, her own children clinging to her skirts, "You don't have to always be doing all the parenting by yourself."

Taking the pudgy baby from her friend, (Name) offered her friend a small smile. "It's just been the two of us since before he was born," she insisted, "So I don't mind staying up a little later. I'll just sleep when I'm dead." Her smile grew when she looked down at her son as his dark eyes stared quizzically back. The extra weight of her son made (Name) wince with discomfort. So she waved to her friend and marched off down the road.

Benn felt sick. What, that little boy in his (presumably) ex-girlfriend arms his son? The child had to be less than a year old, but he had only been gone- he paused, the math churning in his mind. Benn assumed his stomach hurt in the bar, but as his body moved without his mind's consent, his gut twisted painfully. His long legs brought Benn to (Name) far faster than he'd like. So fast that he didn't have time to come up with an opening statement. His arm reached out to grasp her, it felt so natural to bring her into his arms, but Benn felt short.

"(Name)," Benn mustered in a voice far lower than he intended, "It's been a while." He winced when she flinched in what Benn hoped was a surprise. The look on her face nearly gutted him. It was an expression he'd seen before. Her face was full of vitriol that was whisked away when the baby in her arms began to fuss.

"Hey now, sweet boy," (Name) cooed, "Don't start that now." Her trembling fingers gently trailed over the tufts of jet-black hair on her son's head.

Benn couldn't stand to interrupt the tender moment, and he was thankful for it as his throat constricted. It was like staring in a mirror the longer Benn stared at the child with dark hair and deep eyes. He felt as if he was seeing someone long forgotten.

Once her baby was soothed, (Name) turned her attention back to the man standing in front of her. "What do you want, Benn?" she asked dryly.

"I'd been intending on apologizing," Benn pursed his lips, his hand gesturing to the baby, "I think I should be doing more."

She cocked an eyebrow, unimpressed with Benn's weak attempt. The weight of her bag became more painful the longer she stood there. "You're really killing it in the ex-boyfriend department," (Name) snarked, rolling her eyes.

Benn scrunched his nose before quickly smoothing out his expression. He desperately wanted a cigarette. "I'm sorry for being gone for so long. I never intended to abandon you. I thought we'd only be away for a few months- but if I had known," he gestured to the baby again, "I would've come back in a heartbeat." His words felt clumsy in his mouth. Benn longed to pull (Name) into a tight hug, to squeeze all his emotions into her bones.

Exasperated (Name) huffed. "I was alone through everything Benn. Do you get that? Sure, I have my friends and neighbors, but that doesn't make up for my son's father not being around," she swallowed thickly, angry tears; hurt tears threatened to stream down her face, "I thought you were going to come home. I thought I would run down to the dock and surprise you with the pregnancy. You'd be so damn happy that you'd stay with me. But that was fantasy; I know that now."

Staring at the little boy, Benn covered his mouth with his fist. "He's really mine," he uselessly cleared his throat, "(Name), I'm so sorry I wasn't here. I would've stormed through hell to get back to you if I'd known."

"Worst part of all of this, Benn, is that I forgive you," (Name) murmurs, readjusting the baby in her arm. Finally daring to meet Benn's face, she was surprised to see the ache on his face. "I knew you loved the sea; I was just foolish enough to think you could also love me."

"I did love you. I do love you," Benn protested; he crossed the tense air between them, "Don't shut me out, please, at least not from our baby."

"Our baby?" (Name) spat, her weary expression twisted into a harsh glower. She clutched her son closer to her chest, "You don't get to make that claim. I carried, birthed, and raised my baby all alone. This is my son."

Benn's words faltered. (Name) was right; he'd damn near vanished off the face of Earth. Benn had boarded that ship confident that his lover was well and disappeared into the early morning mist. "Please, let me make this right," he begged softly.

(Name) sighed, the pain in her shoulder and back becoming unbearable. Kneeling, she rested her child in the grass and pulled a lengthy cotton cloth from her back. She carefully began tying the fabric into a carrying pouch. Tears prickled her eyes when Benn crouched beside her, and (Name) didn't stop him from picking up her son. Benn was a damn bastard, but (Name) trusted him. She loved him, ached for him, and seeing her pudgy little boy fit so well in Benn's arms made her heartburn.

"Why did you have to go?" (Name) asked, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She situated the cotton pouch across her body, testing the strength of the knots.

Benn pursed his lips, looking over his shoulder toward the bar his crew was drinking at. "Shanks he-" Benn stopped himself, looking down at the fragile baby in his arms. His son made his chest hurt in an unexpected way, "I don't know. I shouldn't have." When the baby yawned and nuzzled into his body, Benn felt his entire being melt. He hadn't felt such a strong desire to protect anyone until then. Benn didn't think he could give the boy back to his mother.

(Name) didn't give Benn that chance to protest. Her hands tenderly yet quickly situated the baby into the well-secured pouch. Her sleepy son relaxed into the soft fabric, content with his place at his mother's breast.

"You never told me his name," Benn murmured, not knowing what to do with his uncomfortably light arms.

"You never asked," (Name) replied with a rueful smile that didn't meet her glassy eyes. Then she hoisted her painfully heavy satchel back onto her shoulder, making her groan. She turned to leave, but the weight made her stumble.

Benn grasped her shoulders, steadying her tired body. "I'm asking you now. What's his name?'' His voice was tender, masking his grief. Benn couldn't let (Name) go, not like this.

The warmth of Benn's touch made (Name) feel more exhausted than ever. The weight of the past two years was suddenly crushing. Closing her eyes, (Name) leaned into him. "Charlie," she murmured, "Charlies Gibbs."

Benn pulled the bag from her shoulder. "(Name), I can never say it enough, but I'm sorry. I should bring you with me," Benn murmured solemnly, "I was a coward then." His hand pressed into the small of her back.

"I know," she slouched further into him. (Name) had been so angry for so long. She thought she'd slap him, yell at him, and spill all of her fury when they met face-to-face. The pain written all over Benn's doused those flames in an instant, leaving exhaustion and heartache.

Benn's eyes drifted down to their baby, who was far less concerned with the emotional turmoil brewing in his parents. "Let me make it right," Benn pleaded quietly, his chin resting on her head, "Come with me. Shanks has a little brat now, so one more baby wouldn't bother the crew."

(Name) thought of her cramped second-floor apartment. The two-room space, overtop a noisy storefront, couldn't be more comfortable than on a ship. She would have help with her son, and Benn would be there.

She wanted nothing more than to melt into Benn's touch, to let him rescue her, to let Benn care for his son while she slept. Despite that ache, her pride wouldn't let go of its vice grip.

"Okay, I'll come with you, but we're not a couple. Gibbs and I have been through a lot without you, and I'm not the same woman you knew," she conceded, pulling out his touch.

Benn nodded at her stinging words. He had nothing else to blame but his own selfishness. Slinging (Name) 's bag over his shoulder, Benn stuffed his other hand into his pocket. He itched to take her back into his arms, to hold his little family.

"If you help me pack, I can be on your stupid boat by tonight," (Name) said, walking away. Her jaw clenched, resisting the urge to look over her shoulder. (Name) wanted to trust that Benn was following, but doubt wormed into her thoughts. She tried to tell herself that if Benn didn't want to help, then she didn't need it. She didn't need him.

Benn followed like a hound nosing the ankles of its master. He wouldn't say it aloud, but he would never let those two go again.

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[sadghostgirl14]

[a-rat-dressed-like-a-bee]

Space.

He's lying beside me. On his back. Keeping his hands to himself.

Eyes upturned. I've stopped talking about my day. I don't think he has noticed.

Like a listener, he is quiet. Perhaps he is still listening. But not to me.

He is elsewhere. He is in her arms. His eyes gazing into their past. His past with her.

Ears are taking in what she's saying.

I wonder which memory has his attention. The time she kissed him first. His first kiss. The time she danced with him in the rain. The only time he ever danced. The time she took him home. To the silence of her room after the disquiet of forks on plates and small talk with family.

He has never met my mother. Still keeps in touch with hers.

Perhaps it is a different memory I'd never know.

I wish he would come back to me. He's been gone since he heard the news from a friend. She lies in a lonely colourless room. Terminally ill. A part of him lies with her. About to be lost forever.

He hates me now. I think. He doesn't look at me anymore. Perhaps he sees in me the reasons for him not talking to her. Him deleting their chats. Their photos.

I erased her much before the illness got to her. He hates me.

I am the cancer that ate away at a cherished past. He hates me.

I wish he didn't hate me so much. Little does he know that I would swap myself with her. Gladly be the one dying.

It would be quicker than the death he causes me now. Breaking my heart by going away from me. Taking away any love he had for me.

She has all his love again. I have nothing.

Sorry what were you saying? Nothing baby. Nothing important. I was just talking about my day. Boring stuff. You go to sleep now. Go back to your dreams. I feel hot. Do you mind if I sleep on the edge?

Surely not. More space for her.

The one you've never stopped loving.

I wasn't sure what to call it, "More space for her," or just simply "Space." Settled with the latter for now. It's a purely fictional poem I wrote after reading "Revolving Days" by David Malouf, when a wave of sadness had hit me. It is mainly about lovers growing apart because one of them is depressed due to the knowledge of a former partner's deteriorating health. I wanted the speaker of the poem to be the other partner so that I could chiefly explore the emotional turmoil of the present lover in the poem. They can do nothing but try to be understanding of the partner's depression and give them the space they need, while preparing themselves to face a more permanent space (an irreversible damage to their current relationship).

[thatguyatthetypewriter]

Random Prompt n°35

A: "You can't do that!"

B, smirking: "Do not speak on behalf of nonexistent laws, darling."

[spicywhenspeaking]

If I'm There: Chapter Nine

read from part one

Noah and Natalie meet in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind

warnings: mentions of alcohol abuse

As I’m scrambling to get out of bed I check my phone and see I have several missed messages. 

Kyle: you skipping today?? Tried to wake you up. 7:30am

Maggie: Hey girl ! Late bell just rang! Where are you? 8:05am

Noah: tried to catch you after 1st, did you leave class early? 9:30am

I finish throwing on my clothes tripping over my jean leg and respond to Noah’s text. 

Natalie: I just woke up. Slept through my alarm. 10:05am

Natalie: I missed my test. 10:05am

Noah: Fuck. Natty, I’m so sorry. 10:06am

Natalie: can you come get me? 10:06am

Natalie: my moms passed out. she can’t drive me. 10:08am

Noah: Of course. Give me 10 minutes, I just need to get out of Spanish real quick. 10:09am

Natalie: I had Senor Gomez last year, if you tell him you’re coming to get me maybe he’ll just let you leave. 10:09am

Noah: wow. Okay, I said it was for you and he practically shoved me out the door. 10:13am

Noah: I’m on my way. 10:15am

Noah gets to my house 15 minutes later. I missed Econ and Art but I’ll be able to make it to anatomy to turn in my project. I rush downstairs and out the front door when I get his “I’m here” text. On the drive to school Noah continues to profusely apologize for getting me home so late last night. “Noah, you didn’t do it on purpose and I’m the one that overslept. You can’t blame yourself for me not hearing my alarm.” I say, trying to calm his nerves. Despite having some frustration about what happened last night, it’s not like Noah planned for us to be stuck in traffic. “I agreed to come to the show. I knew there was a chance I might get home late. I’ll talk to my Econ teacher and maybe they’ll let me take it during my free period.” He reaches across the seat and squeezes my knee. “I should have paid more attention to the time last night, leaving so late was my fault.” I cover his hand with mine, “I forgive you Noah. I’ll talk to Mr. Mattson before I go to my anatomy class. I’m sure it will all work out.” Noah pulls into the senior parking lot and puts the car in park. Before I unbuckle my seatbelt he’s leaning over and kissing me tenderly,  “I know I’ve apologized an annoying amount but I’ll say it again. I’m really sorry Natty.” Laughing softly I kiss him back and we exit the car. Holding hands he walks me to my Econ class and we agree to meet after school so he can drive me to work. 

I walk into the class and Mr. Mattson looks up from his lunch to greet me “oh hello there Natalie, we missed you this morning. Is everything okay? Unlike you to miss class.” I run my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath. “I know, I’m so sorry for not being here this morning. I woke up with a horrible headache and just couldn’t get out of bed for a while.” A big fat lie. “ Is there any way I could make up the test?” I plead with him. “I have my last period free, could I take it then?” He thinks about it briefly before slowly nodding his head “okay, I’ll make an exception this once.” He looks up to me with a more serious look before continuing “only because you have such a high average and I’d hate for something like this to affect it.” I let loose the breath I didn’t know I was holding and feel so much relief. “Thank you so much!” 

I make my way to Anatomy and turn in my project, the rest of class goes by fast and then I head to Mr. Mattson’s class to take my test. 

After the test, I walk to where Noah and I usually meet and find him in a less than friendly looking conversation with my brother. A few people are staring and I’m hoping I can get to them before anyone throws a punch. 

“I knew you would fuck up her life somehow, you realize with out good grades she’s stuck here” Kyle fumes at Noah. I'm honestly stunned by Kyles words, does he actually care about my future? “I already talked to your sister about this Kyle and apologized to her.” Noah barks back. “ I don’t owe you any explanation. Dick” he finishes. “Fuck you Davis.” Kyle pushes Noah back harshly and I move faster to approach and step between the two. Noah is taller but Kyle is bigger and stronger. “Stop it.” I look at the two of them. “This is fucking embarrassing, both of you are acting ridiculous.” I turn to Noah “can I talk to my brother and meet you at your car?” He hesitates but then nods sharply and heads to his car and I turn to Kyle.

“I don’t understand what your weird protective bullshit is Kyle, but you lost the ground to tell people how to treat me after trying to choke me out last spring” I say and he bristles. “I apologized for that,”  He whispers harshly. “I just - you care about school, grades, making a better life for yourself and he cares about making music, becoming a rockstar. You can’t let him distract you from everything you’ve worked for.” I roll my eyes. “You barely apologize if we’re being honest and you just don’t like Noah so you don’t want me around him.” I continue, “we’re dating Kyle, not engaged to be married. You’re talking about the future like I have to decide right now. I'm happy, can I can't just be happy?”

He’s trying to even out his breathing and calm down, apparently something he’s been working on in therapy. “Okay. Fine. Be happy. For now. But I don’t want to hear your shit when it all falls apart Natalie. It will. And you’ll expect me to care because I love you.” He moves closer. “He isn’t thinking about your future sis. I know you think you’re in love and it’s all going to be sunshine and fucking rainbows.” I flinch at his tone. “But you want to go to college,you want  stability, a real fucking life. He wants to play music to thousands of adoring fans around the world. How does that work out well for you?” He’s looking into my eyes, looking through me. “It’s fun now, but you are going to get hurt.” I push him further back “screw you Kyle. Worry about your own life” I turn to walk to where Noah is waiting by his car.

I know Kyle is just trying to mess with my head. But why is it working? He’s not entirely wrong though, college has always been my plan, art school and then…well I don’t know exactly. Maybe I’d be an illustrator, graphic designer, or I could sell my prints at a farmers market until I’m 80 and live in a shack. But, why does it even matter right now? Senior year just started, we have plenty of time to figure all of that out. I must look like I’m thinking really hard because as I approach Noah’s car he says “maybe you want to give that ol’ thinker a break for the evening Natty.” He taps his own head to emphasize his point. “Just forget whatever he said, it was probably only meant to hurt you or confuse you or piss you off.” He comes over to my side and opens the door for me to climb in. “Come on, I’ll take you to work and then maybe after you could come over?” He winks and kisses me on the corner of my mouth. “Oh, it’s a tempting offer indeed.” I tease him. “We’ll see” I wink back at him. I’m obviously going over and he knows it. 

Laying down in Noahs’ bed at the end of the day,  I can't help but replay the conversation I had with Kyle after school. What would happen if I got into art school across the country? Would Noah and I try long distance? Would he follow me and play music there? I should talk to him about it. Turning over in bed to face him, I'm met with his sleeping face, snoring softly. I run my finger down the slope of his face and sigh. I guess it can wait until morning. 

But, when morning comes I’m awoken to my phone sounding off over and over with the ringtone I set for Kyle in 7th grade. “Why is the Imperial March waking us up at 7 in the morning. On a Saturday.” Noah grumbles from behind me. I grab at my phone half asleep and answer. “Hello” my sleepy voice rasps out. “Natalie-". I sit up at the sound of my brothers cracking voice on the other end. “It’s mom- she- I found her this morning.” Trying to remain calm even though my sleepy thoughts are creating the worst possible scenario. “What happened Kyle?” I managed to get out. “I thought she was asleep- well passed out but you know. I tried to move her to her room and she -“ he broke off as I hear his breath catching. It sounds like he’s coming down from a panic attack. “She what Kyle!? What happened to mom?”

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race strategy with charles, lovers to strangers! please🫶🏻

✩ hope that u like sweet 💖

lovers to strangers — and suddenly, we were strangers again.

⟡ spaces by one direction and now I'm pacing back and forth wishing you were at my door I'd open up and you would say, hey and it was never just a game

✶ I miss you, I’m sorry by gracie abrams I still love you, I promise nothing happened in the way I wanted

⟡ in the kitchen by renneé rapp deleted the playlist but I still hear all your favorite melodies strangers, to lovers, to enemies so I'll dance with your ghost in the living room and I'll play the piano alone

✶ new year’s day by taylor swift please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

⟡ where are ü now by skrillex and diplo with justin bieber I gave you the key when the door wasn't open just admit it see, I gave you faith, turned your doubt into hoping, can't deny it now I'm all alone and my joys turned to moping tell me, where are you now that I need you?