for there is love in grief.

[griyve]

“ What you left behind become my everything. ”

⋆ YVE/SIA | s/her. adult.

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[griyve]

CUT LOOSE

[ ✦. ] Sylus x nonmc! reader, isekai, soulmate au

“What the hell?”

Imagine waking up in a game world... A game you played in your last life. Well, how are you so sure? Because you have seen this dark, rich, and mysterious place plenty of times from the game.

You sit up from the sofa, scanning the room, unsure of what you’re looking for.

“So the unknown lady finally wakes up?”

Bam! Your heart almost jumps out of its place. The voice is clear and sharp, but there’s a gentleness and warmth in it, one you’ve always yearned for but never found.

When you look at the source, there, standing as erect and stable as a pillar, you find him.

Sylus.

You gape. He quips his brows and looks at you in amusement. Then something else catches your eyes when you look at him.

Red string.

On Sylus’ pinky finger.

Slowly, your gaze follows where the string leads.

No.

No. No way.

It shouldn’t be possible.

“That’s funny…” You laugh, humourless and dreadful.

As an avid reader, you’re not foreign to fanfiction with this concept. Specifically, soulmate AU—where there’s a pair tied together by a red string of fate on their pinky fingers, said to be destined together in life. Hell, you gobble these kinds of tropes in your past life.

“Why is it tied to me?”

His string connects to you.

A thread wraps around your finger, weighs nothing but glows a vibrant red that might just sear into your skin.

“Have you finished your musings?” He asks.

“...Hi. Sorry about that,” you focus on the man in front of you. His eyes, a glowing ruby that could rival the string, watches you. They never leave you from the start.

You raise an arm and stick out your pinky, “Can you see this?”

Sylus takes a few moments to look at your finger. A breath, a second, a third, then— “Nothing.” He tilts his head, “Why, is there anything that I'm supposed to see?”

You remember spending nights watching his story unfold, the way his loyalty across lifetimes tattoos itself into devotion to her. And yet, now, that same devotion bears a name: yours.

Sh*t.

You retreat your arm and shake your head.

“No, nevermind.”

Another female approaches the two of you.

“You’re finally awake! How are you feeling?” Her face is vibrant, lips lifted into a kind smile. Too familiar, too uncanny as though seeing your favorite painting comes alive.

This is the Main Character—the MC—with the same face you design her to look like in your game.

The main character of this game is fated to be with Sylus. Not you. Never. You did wish for love; you tried and failed, and you cried to have a love as dangerous and beautiful as Sylus' and MC’s; But, you never wish to change the game.

If this is a gift in exchange of the bad luck in your past life, then you will refuse ardently. Who knows? Maybe this is another angst story where you’re going to suffer and watch them be together while the string around your finger slowly disappears. Who knows, right?

You are going to find a way to cut this damn string off.

[griyve]

BACHELOR PARTY GONE WRONG?! - ONE

[ ✦. ] Caleb x nonmc! Reader

warning/s: female reader, angst, ooc Caleb, alcohol use, intoxication, infidelity, cheating, heartbreak, mention of MC, mention of Zayne.

a/n: MC's name is Maisie. Sorry for any grammatical errors and bad writing, it's been a while haha... Enjoy.

part 1. nav. part 2.

Caleb Xia is going to be your husband in a few weeks.

He loves you so much.

He treasures you like you are the sky—his sky, his world—his everything. The kind of man who buys what you linger on for too long and notices your silence before you speak. He loves like sunlight, sometimes too bright, sometimes too close, and burns.

The both of you have always been glued to the hip since childhood. Everyone around you knows that Caleb adores you.

So it surprises everyone when it happens.

Midnight comes around while his bachelor party continues.

The house hums with laughter and alcohol. Caleb sits surrounded by his friends, cheeks flushed, the corner of his mouth lifting to prove he's still sober enough to enjoy the party.

You stand on the balcony, beneath the stars, and he finds you there—serene and tranquil like the night, a calmness that doesn't belong in this room he's in. For a moment, he's almost jealous of the night. Your attention is not on where it’s supposed to be, on him, and like seeing you with another man, the night seems to hold you in a way he never could.

The jolly atmosphere doesn't help in sobering him either. He’s going to drop and black out any minute now, the dizziness flooding his head.

Caleb is so caught up with his friends that he ignores his childhood friend’s warning—something about being too drunk—and comments nothing about the quick frown on his childhood friend's expression. It strings a foreboding feeling in his chest.

Someone clasps his shoulder.

“Anyone yer’ going to kiss for the last time before being a married man?”

The group roars. Someone adds while emptying a glass, “Bro, Caleb’s too lovestruck to look at other girl!”

Caleb tips his head back and laughs. It sounds hollow, even to himself.

Fingers clenching into a fist while heaving a sigh, Caleb flexes his muscles and stands up. He picks up his pace to find you—to prove them right. His steps are unstable as he occasionally swings a bit from side to side.

But something stops him.

Maisie.

His little sister, not by blood but by bonds. His ground. His Pipsqueak.

When he looks at her, memory blares like wild fire; from the fragile memory of when they were a child in the summer, a child’s hand in his, and a soft voice calling his name.

Maisie laughs and he forgets which version of her he's looking at, the one in front of him, or the one he used to protect with his own, broken and small, hands.

Maisie is beautiful.

He tells himself he loves you—softly, like a prayer no one should hear. But the words sound fragile now, thin enough to tear under the noise of laughter.

When Maisie looks up at him, something in him caves.

His hands find her cheeks, unsteady and trembling as though they belong to someone else, for someone else. He doesn’t mean to, or maybe he always did.

The kiss lands softly, like fate stitching together what's supposed to be. It’s not merely a peck, but a kiss. With tongue that dance together. He could taste a little bit of wine from her. The noise blurs, the light hurts, and her face looks too much like the time you never exist in his life.

Laughter erupts once more. He doesn’t look at anyone.

His world spins differently.

But from the balcony, you watch.

The laughter sounds obnoxiously too loud. And yet, it dulls in comparison to your heartbeat. One, two, three, you chant to yourself. Your chest feels too small for your heart, but no one seems to notice.

No one, except some people amongst the group, who meet your gaze instead of laughing.

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[griyve]

art is a hunger that can never make you feel full. it changes shape and tune depending on how the current "you" is and changes alongside you. you will create, destroy, and repeat. again, again, and again.

(i cringed so bad looking at my old post, so i'm deleting this & all my old post later).

[griyve]

SHARING A WARM EMBRACE, WITH HIM.

warnings: gn!reader, established relationship, various characters.

a/n: -

✦ nav.

It wasn't rare for you to snuggle with your lover. But somehow, this time, there was something that felt different; although you didn't know what.

You felt your tense body relaxing within the embrace of your lover. No voice was heard. There was only the sound of breaths; yours, and your lover's breath as he nuzzled closer to the crook of your neck.

Internally, you chuckled to yourself as you watched the way he acted. Loving, but more, more, clingy than usual. You didn't know the reason and did not question him.

'It's warm… Like home.'

Savoring the warmth of your lover's embrace, the familiar scent of his cologne softly hit your senses. The same scent you would smell in the morning every time you woke up with your body hugged close against his, deeply in the comfort of each other, you reminisced.

You could hear him speaking to you. But his voice turned into a puddle of background noises, lost to the ringing inside your head.

The voices whispered at the back of your mind, "Sleep. Close your eyes and sleep," they lulled. You didn't know why, but you did as told.

Subtly, you moved your body to make yourself more comfortable in his hold. Exhaling a breath, your eyes slowly fluttered shut as you rested your head against his chest.

(Perhaps, you felt more tired than you had thought.)

Quick to fall into a slumber, you didn't spare a glance towards your lover's face. You didn't notice the way his breathing accelerated nor the way his embrace on your body became tighter, trembling ever so slightly.

He called your name. There was no answer.

Again, your name fell through his lips a few times. Like hoping for something, his tone slowly became desperate. Before he eventually closed his lips which started to dry.

With a face twisting into grievance, he kissed your forehead. There was a lump in his throat, holding him back from saying whatever it was that he wanted to say. It scratched his inside and he just wanted to get the nauseous feeling out. Out.

The throbbing of his heart became painfully loud, reminding him that he was here, with your body still in his hold. He wanted to hear your voice, your warmth against his (to see your loving eyes staring at him). But reality spoke otherwise, because in his hold was your body that started to turn cold; your eyes closed as if sleeping.

He knew he should've told someone, do something— but. Just this time, he wanted to hug you longer, for the last time. And so, he stayed still.

Unfair. Your lover could only think that what happened to you was unfair.

His arm tightly wrapped against you, conveying all the words he couldn't say. The words that begged for you to wake up, to tell him that everything that happened was just a dream.

Please. (please, please-)

If there was another universe, another life, something. Even if it was only a dream, he wanted to be by your side for far longer.

('For an eternity,' he wished).

—MALLEUS DRACONIA, GOJO SATORU, NEUVILLETTE, ZHONGLI, DAN HENG, etc (your favs ♡).

© @dustveil 2023 — please do not modify, translate, repost, or share my blog & works to other platforms.

[griyve]

SHARING A WARM EMBRACE, WITH HIM.

warnings: gn!reader, established relationship, various characters.

a/n: -

✦ nav.

It wasn't rare for you to snuggle with your lover. But somehow, this time, there was something that felt different; although you didn't know what.

You felt your tense body relaxing within the embrace of your lover. No voice was heard. There was only the sound of breaths; yours, and your lover's breath as he nuzzled closer to the crook of your neck.

Internally, you chuckled to yourself as you watched the way he acted. Loving, but more, more, clingy than usual. You didn't know the reason and did not question him.

'It's warm… Like home.'

Savoring the warmth of your lover's embrace, the familiar scent of his cologne softly hit your senses. The same scent you would smell in the morning every time you woke up with your body hugged close against his, deeply in the comfort of each other, you reminisced.

You could hear him speaking to you. But his voice turned into a puddle of background noises, lost to the ringing inside your head.

The voices whispered at the back of your mind, "Sleep. Close your eyes and sleep," they lulled. You didn't know why, but you did as told.

Subtly, you moved your body to make yourself more comfortable in his hold. Exhaling a breath, your eyes slowly fluttered shut as you rested your head against his chest.

(Perhaps, you felt more tired than you had thought.)

Quick to fall into a slumber, you didn't spare a glance towards your lover's face. You didn't notice the way his breathing accelerated nor the way his embrace on your body became tighter, trembling ever so slightly.

He called your name. There was no answer.

Again, your name fell through his lips a few times. Like hoping for something, his tone slowly became desperate. Before he eventually closed his lips which started to dry.

With a face twisting into grievance, he kissed your forehead. There was a lump in his throat, holding him back from saying whatever it was that he wanted to say. It scratched his inside and he just wanted to get the nauseous feeling out. Out.

The throbbing of his heart became painfully loud, reminding him that he was here, with your body still in his hold. He wanted to hear your voice, your warmth against his (to see your loving eyes staring at him). But reality spoke otherwise, because in his hold was your body that started to turn cold; your eyes closed as if sleeping.

He knew he should've told someone, do something— but. Just this time, he wanted to hug you longer, for the last time. And so, he stayed still.

Unfair. Your lover could only think that what happened to you was unfair.

His arm tightly wrapped against you, conveying all the words he couldn't say. The words that begged for you to wake up, to tell him that everything that happened was just a dream.

Please. (please, please-)

If there was another universe, another life, something. Even if it was only a dream, he wanted to be by your side for far longer.

('For an eternity,' he wished).

—MALLEUS DRACONIA, GOJO SATORU, NEUVILLETTE, ZHONGLI, DAN HENG, etc.

© @dustveil 2023 — please do not modify, translate, repost, or share my blog & works to other platforms.

[griyve]

SHARING A WARM EMBRACE, WITH HIM.

warnings: gn!reader, established relationship, various characters.

a/n: -

✦ nav.

It wasn't rare for you to snuggle with your lover. But somehow, this time, there was something that felt different; although you didn't know what.

You felt your tense body relaxing within the embrace of your lover. No voice was heard. There was only the sound of breaths; yours, and your lover's breath as he nuzzled closer to the crook of your neck.

Internally, you chuckled to yourself as you watched the way he acted. Loving, but more, more, clingy than usual. You didn't know the reason and did not question him.

'It's warm… Like home.'

Savoring the warmth of your lover's embrace, the familiar scent of his cologne softly hit your senses. The same scent you would smell in the morning every time you woke up with your body hugged close against his, deeply in the comfort of each other, you reminisced.

You could hear him speaking to you. But his voice turned into a puddle of background noises, lost to the ringing inside your head.

The voices whispered at the back of your mind, "Sleep. Close your eyes and sleep," they lulled. You didn't know why, but you did as told.

Subtly, you moved your body to make yourself more comfortable in his hold. Exhaling a breath, your eyes slowly fluttered shut as you rested your head against his chest.

(Perhaps, you felt more tired than you had thought.)

Quick to fall into a slumber, you didn't spare a glance towards your lover's face. You didn't notice the way his breathing accelerated nor the way his embrace on your body became tighter, trembling ever so slightly.

He called your name. There was no answer.

Again, your name fell through his lips a few times. Like hoping for something, his tone slowly became desperate. Before he eventually closed his lips which started to dry.

With a face twisting into grievance, he kissed your forehead. There was a lump in his throat, holding him back from saying whatever it was that he wanted to say. It scratched his inside and he just wanted to get the nauseous feeling out. Out.

The throbbing of his heart became painfully loud, reminding him that he was here, with your body still in his hold. He wanted to hear your voice, your warmth against his (to see your loving eyes staring at him). But reality spoke otherwise, because in his hold was your body that started to turn cold; your eyes closed as if sleeping.

He knew he should've told someone, do something— but. Just this time, he wanted to hug you longer, for the last time. And so, he stayed still.

Unfair. Your lover could only think that what happened to you was unfair.

His arm tightly wrapped against you, conveying all the words he couldn't say. The words that begged for you to wake up, to tell him that everything that happened was just a dream.

Please. (please, please-)

If there was another universe, another life, something. Even if it was only a dream, he wanted to be by your side for far longer.

('For an eternity,' he wished).

—MALLEUS DRACONIA, GOJO SATORU, NEUVILLETTE, ZHONGLI, DAN HENG, etc (your favs ♡).

© @dustveil 2023 — please do not modify, translate, repost, or share my blog & works to other platforms.