Still the one

not all of that

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Illi my beloved <3

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Imagine Illi Mcmillin with a black polka dots swimsuit

[aether-hyperfixates]

imagine no longer

[itlogricky]

Are your asks open is this were I request them? If so can I get some zanka?❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ with a reader that he judged and now feels bad about it and apologies? Take your time I hope this is the right place where I put this in💔✌️😭🥀🙏

You Look Better Quiet.

ㅤㅤ ╰› One careless comment from Zanka makes you pull away, and for the first time, he realizes just how much space you filled in his life. Unfortunately for him, apologizing might be harder than fighting.

zanka nijiku x reader, slight ooc, awkward confession, emotionally constipated zanka, “oh no” realization, one sided beef with his own feelings, idiots to something slightly more than idiots

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The first thing Zanka noticed about you was your laugh, it was too loud or careless.

It echoed through the training grounds while everyone else stayed tense and focused, and every single time he heard it, his eye twitched in irritation. ( •᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

“You ever stop talking?” he muttered one afternoon, you blinked... “What?” he didn't stop there, “You act like this is some game," his voice was sharp as broken glass. “people here are trying to work”

The smile on your face faltered for a second, then laughing again but weaker... "Ah, okay." he just rolled his eyes and walked away before he could hear anything else.

He told himself it didn’t matter, you didn't matter right? But after that day, the grounds became too quiet...

It was unusual because you're always there! (°ロ°)

No stupid comments during drills or humming under your breath, even dramatic flops after a mission you did! Everyone else barely noticed, but he did.

At first, he thought the silence would finally give him peace. Instead, it clawed at him like something deep? It's not that deep, but everytime he looked at you, why did you look tired?

Not physically, just… dimmer and somehow that felt worse.

One night after a mission, the squad gathered around while rain tapped softly against the ruined building around them, someone always cracked a joke it was probably Enjin or someone else...

Normally you’d laugh first, this time you stayed quiet.

Zanka’s chest tightened, he hated that feeling. So he stood abruptly and walked over to where you sat. “You’re sulking.” he noticed, you snorted softly “You’d prefer if I talked more?”

“...I didn’t say that.” but it came off in an awkward tone, “You kinda did.” your voice wasn’t angry, but somehow that made it sting more... like putting alcohol on a new wound.

Zanka leaned against the wall beside you, arms crossed tightly over his chest. For once, he didn’t know what to say... I mean what can you say honestly? (っ◞‸◟ c)

He replayed his own words over and over, you look better quiet? At the time, he meant it. Now he wished he could tear the sentence out of your memory with his bare hands, “…You changed,” he finally said.

You shrugged. “People get annoying when they’re too loud, right?” the words hit him like a blade between the ribs, you sounded JUST like him and he hated hearing himself come out of your mouth.

Silence stretched between you.

Then quietly, “I was wrong.” you looked up immediately, surprised that he spat that out of his mouth. “I judged you before I knew you,” he admitted. “I thought you were careless, but you’re not uh...” he wanted to say more.

Rain drummed harder outside, “you keep people together,” he continued roughly, “...When things get bad, everyone looks for you first, the place feels dead without you talking.”

Your expression softened little by little.

Zanka exhaled shakily through his nose before finally forcing himself to meet your gaze, “And I…” he grimaced “I shouldn’t have said that to you.”

For once, he sounded uncertain, almost scared, and you stared at him for a moment before laughing quietly under your breath. “There you are,” he murmured before he could stop himself, "hah?"

“That laugh," His ears turned faintly red. “it’s annoying.” you rolled your eyes. “Wow!.. Great apology.” (¬_¬)

“But…” His voice lowered. “I missed it.” and somehow, hearing that from him felt more sincere than a thousand perfect words ever could.

But for the first time in days, you smiled without forcing it.

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[itlogricky]

gonna start working on the requests after my hellweek and exams !! Sorry for the inconvenience 🥲

[itlogricky]

Aweee, request open—yes please!! Omg, like I’m so happy rn, ummm.. could I get some headcannons of zanka with supporter!reader. Like she a bit older zanka just by two years, and she has that cold, yet cautious demeanor , lowkey reminds him of Hio (trigger warning for him) but reader is a good strategist, and hot.

And I really like your tumblr setup and aesthetic it’s so CUTE!! 💖

Zanka x Supporter!Reader Headcanons

zanka nijiku x reader, zanka has trust issues, hyo parallels (a lil bit of angst), slow burn if u squint enough !!! , awkward realization for zanka , slight ooc for softness

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→ At first, Zanka does not trust you at all… (•᷄- •᷅ ;) Probably because you remind him too much of Hyo, not reallyyy about the cold demeanor but the way you observe everything befor acting on it. It really puts him on edge, like you’re always three steps ahead of him.

→ Zanka starts noticing that whenever you’re around, things go… smoother? maybe fewer injuries also and he hates to admit it but he starts to rely on you.

→ You don’t treat him like he’s younger (cuz both of u have a two yrs age gap heh.), you treat him like an equal which actually earns his respect faster than anything else woah…

→ The cold vibe you probably have is controlled and not cruel or something evil… You dont don’t sugarcoat, but you always make sure everyone makes it out alive and then he slowly realizes that you're nothing like Hyo.

→ I swear there was a moment where he probably expected you to manipulate him or do something bad but you dont.

→ You’re blunt with him, but not harsh… “If you rush in like that again, you’ll die.” ion really knooww but no yelling or emotions its just straight up facts and weirdly it really hits him hard.

→ Zanka starts trying to impress you, wont really admit it but he will try to fight sharper and listen a little more if you're witnessing it.

→ You don't really praise that easily, but when you do? He's gonna think about that for days… like if I say for days… almost more than 1 week lol !!!

→ Then it happens, “…you remind me of Hyo” tension eventually comes up and instead of getting defensive… you simply just reply "Who?". Ok it lowk haunted him IN A GOOD WAY…

→ For the hot part uuhhh Im sure he refuses to acknowledge it but he def gets distracted sometimes. (,,¬﹏¬,,)

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ Author's note: thank you for requestingg!! sorry if this took too long cuz school is giving me too much WORKK </3 Happy readings tho !! 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯

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hi! can you do amo empool x fem! reader dating headcanons? :D

Amo Empool × F!Reader Dating Headcanons

ㅤㅤ ╰› somehow, she always makes sure you're safe.

fluff , reader keeps up with her , headcanons , amo empool x f!reader , might be ooc

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ㅤㅤ ʚ・ When she likes someone

ㅤㅤ ↪࿔ She basically decides she wants you in her life and starts sticking close to you, she studies you like you’re a puzzle she wants to solve.

ㅤㅤ ↪࿔ Amo’s feelings are very intense. Because she grew up craving love and connection.

ㅤㅤ ↪࿔ When she finds someone she likes she constantly asks questions about you or wants to be close a lot.

ㅤㅤ ↪࿔ Amo is actually very affectionate, she likes leaning on you or even playing your hair very often... She believes scent is tied to emotion, sounds weird but for her it’s a sincere compliment.

ㅤㅤ ʚ・ Her emotions towards you and habits

ㅤㅤ ↪࿔ Amo’s emotions can change fast, if she thinks you’re ignoring her or pushing her away she might suddenly get upset.

ㅤㅤ↪࿔ But if you reassure her she instantly softens again.

ㅤㅤ ↪࿔ These moments are really soft, she becomes quieter and more relaxed.

ㅤㅤ↪࿔ And for Amo, that kind of peace is very rare, so it means a lot.

ㅤㅤ↪࿔ If something reminds her of you, she might keep it. Then she suddenly hands them out to you later.

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Author's note: Thank you for requestingg!! I am sincerely apologizing if this was short also :(( But happy readings!

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I have a lot of schoolworks to dooo but I'll be back with the other requests and zanka fics !!! :3

[itlogricky]

Hiiii, I rlly loved the fic u wrote for Zanka it’s so cuteee, I was hoping u could maybe write a fic where it follows the lyrics of the song perfect by ed sheeran for Zanka I think it would be such a cute idea for a fic. I specifically love the part “We are still kids, but we're so in love, fightin' against all odds I know we'll be alright this time Darling, just hold my hand, be my girl, I'll be your man I see my future in your eyes” but also I don’t want things to like rush in all at once, more like a long slow burn if that’s okay?? Plss feel free to ignore if it’s too much 🫶🥹

Hold my hand when the world gets loud

ㅤㅤ ╰› People usually fall in love in obvious ways like big gestures, dramatic confessions, fireworks. That wasn’t how it happened with Zanka Nijiku, it happened quietly. In the spaces between missions, the silence after arguments, and strange comfort of standing beside someone who never asked you to be anything other than what you already were... And somehow, without either of you noticing when it began, you both stopped standing alone.

zanka nijiku x reader, fluff , slight ooc possible for softness , zanka realizing he's in love , awkward confession , hand holding (if u squint) , internal zanka suffering again lololol , soft ending , slow burn

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The first time you met Zanka, he didn’t say a word to you. He just stared, not rudely or even suspiciously, just… quietly. Like he was trying to figure out what kind of person you were? You waved, he blinked once then walked away. You later learned that was basically that cloests thing he had to a greeting ( ◞ ⌓ ◟)

The second time you spoke to him, you were both assigned to the same mission. It was raining, of course it was raining… The sky above the scrap yard had that dull gloomy gray look that meant clouds weren't gonna leave anytime sooner, leading you to standing beside him while waiting for the signal to move. Your shoulder brushed his accidentally, Zanka immediately shifted half a step away, you tried not to laugh. "Relax," you said, "I'm not contagious."

“…Didn’t say you were.” his voice was quiet but sharp… still, he didn’t move any farther away. Which, strangely, felt like progress I guess? (○´―`)ゞ

Time passed, not in a dramatic way but small ones ! Missions, training, stupid agruments over things like who forgot to bring supplies. You finally realized that Zanka wasn't good with people, he didn't say that much or laughed and absolutely hated when people got too close to him that he didn't knew that much.

But he noticed things, small things like the time you injured yourself during a missions, you didn't even realize it— Yet suddenly a piece of cloth landed in your lap, you looked up seeing Zanka was already walking away. ( ˶°ㅁ°)

“…Use it,” he muttered, the others started noticing something before you did. Apparently, you and Zanka were always next to each other. Not intentionally, it just really kept happening like fate decided it… during missions or even those quiet evenings when everyone gathered around to eat.

One night, someone pointed it out. “You two are weirdly attached.” you nearly choked on your drink, “We are not!”… Across the room, Zanka looked deeply unimpressed. “…Don’t lump me into that.”

But later that night, everyone was walking back through the dim hallway, noticing he had slowed down slighty… Just enough so you ended up walking beside him, life where you lived wasn't exactly gentle or something— Things broke, people fought, and missions sometimes went wrong. It really felt like the whole world was against you.

One evening after a particularly rough day, you sat outside watching the sky darken. You didn’t hear Zanka approach, you just noticed him sitting down beside you, neither of you spoke for a while… Finally you sighed. “Do you ever think about the future?” you asked him, “…Not really.”

You tilted your head back, watching the clouds drift slowly. “I think about it sometimes.” Zanka glanced sideways at you "And?", “I think…” you said slowly, “I’d like things to turn out okay.”

A pause, then… “…They will.” you looked at him. Zanka wasn’t smiling, he rarely did but there was something steady in his voice, something certain like he believed it and for some reason… that made you believe it too.

The moment it really changed was surprisingly simple, no fights, no rescues, just a crowded street during some chaotic mission. People running everywhere, shouting, confusion and in the middle of it all, someone shoved past you hard enough that you stumbled.

Your balance tipped, for a second you thought you were going to hit the ground. Then— A hand caught yours. Firm, steady… ZANKA Σ(°□°˶) !! He didn’t look at you, just held on long enough to pull you upright again. The moment you regained your balance he finally let go like nothing had happened.

But something strange settled in your chest. Because for that brief moment, his hand had felt like the safest place in the world. Later that night, you found him standing alone on the rooftop… The wind tugged at his jacket slightly, you walked over quietly.

“…Hey.” Zanka glanced at you, “You’re not sleeping." “Neither are you.” fair point…. ( •̀ - • ) The two of you stood there watching the distant lights flicker in the darkness. After a moment you said softly, “Thanks for earlier.” he frowned slightly. “For what?” “…You know!” he stopped his gaze at you, looking away. “…You would’ve fallen.”

You laughed quietly, “Well, yeah.” another stretch of silence. The wind brushed gently past both of you, finally you held out your hand. Zanka stared at it like it might explode, “What are you doing.”

“Just hold it.” “…why.” you shrugged. “Because the world feels a little less chaotic when someone’s there." Zanka didn’t move, for a long moment you thought he was going to refuse. Then slowly and awkwardly, he took your hand, his grip was careful, like he wasn’t used to this kind of thing.

But he didn’t pull away, the city lights flickered below, the night air felt strangely calm. After a moment, Zanka muttered quietly, “…You’re weird.” you smiled. “Yeah.” but neither of you let go. And somehow, standing there together, the future didn’t feel so impossible anymore… ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ

Zanka didn’t notice it at first, the change, it happened slowly. So slowly it slipped past his usual awareness and at some point, he had started looking for you. Not intentionally, just… automatically. (,,•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ,,)? If there was a meeting, his eyes flicked across the room until he spotted you. If there was a mission, he checked where you were standing before moving. If you were late, he noticed. Which was annoying, because he didn’t do that for anyone else.

Riyo pointed it out, he nearly snapped at her. “You’re staring again.” Zanka looked up from cleaning his lovely assistaff. “I’m not.” across the room, you were laughing at something someone had said… Zanka hadn’t even realized he’d been watching. “…You are,” Riyo teasingly said.

He looked away immediately, “…Shut up.” it got worse after that. Little things started piling up, like how he instinctively stepped closer when a mission got chaotic or how he handed you things without thinking—tools, supplies, whatever you needed… OR how, when you disappeared into another room, the space suddenly felt slightly… wrong. Zanka didn’t like that feeling.

Not at all, then realization came during a completely ordinary evening. Which was somehow worse, you were sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch while sorting through supplies. Your hair was slightly messy, sleeves were rolled up, humming quietly to yourself while working.

Zanka was across the room pretending to focus on something else, trust me… he wasn't (ᵕ—ᴗ—) he was watching you again. You paused suddenly and looked up, “…What?” Zanka blinked. “What.” “You’re staring.” you jokingly said, “…No I’m not.”

You squinted slightly, shrugged and went back to what you were doing, but he didn’t move. Because suddenly, something clicked into place. A quiet, uncomfortable realization settling heavily in his chest.

He noticed when you were hurt, tired, happy. And when you weren’t around, the world felt slightly off balance. Zanka stared at the floor. “…Tch.” that was bad, VERY BAD… ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) he tried ignoring it, for like maybe three days lol.

It didn’t work because every time you smiled at him, something strange tightened in his chest, and every time you stood beside him during a mission he felt calmer. And when someone else stood too close to you he got irritated. Which was even worse, he leaned back against the wall one night, staring up at the ceiling.

“…This is stupid.” unfortunately, it also felt very real. You found him outside later that evening. The rooftop had become something of a shared habit, whenever things were too loud inside, one of you usually ended up there.

Sometimes both, you walked over quietly. “You’re brooding again.” you noticed, “I don’t brood.” “That’s exactly what someone brooding would say.” Zanka gave you a flat look. You sat down beside him anyway, then you nudged his shoulder lightly. “What’s wrong?”… long silence and then finally a short response, “Nothing.”

“Liar.” he exhaled slowly, the night air was cool, city lights flickered softly below, you rested your arms on the railing. “…You’ve been weird lately,” you said. “…Define weird.” he asked for an enlightenment about that, “Quieter than usual.” “That’s impressive.” you laughed quietly.

Zanka didn’t, because he was realizing something important. If he didn’t say something soon, this feeling was just going to keep getting worse. You turned slightly toward him, “…Hey.” he looked at you. Your expression was soft… concerned. You actually cared? That was the problem.

Zanka looked away again, “…You’re annoying.” you blinked confused. ( •᷄‎ᴖ•́) “Excuse me?” “You talk too much." “Wow, rude.” “and you’re always around!” he shouted at you, but not in a way he wanted to hurt you. “You say that like it’s my fault.”

“…It is.” you stared at him. “…You’re making absolutely no sense right now.” yeah that was true, Zanka ran a hand through his hair, clearly irritated. Not at you, but himself. “…Forget it.” You tilted your head slightly.

“No.” he sighed. “You’re stubborn." “Yep.” silence settled again. Then slowlyyy… Zanka reached out and took your hand, you froze. Σ(°△° ꪱꪱꪱ) Not because he’d never touched you before, but because this felt different.

Intentional, he didn’t look at you immediately… his grip was steady, but there was a slight tension in his shoulders. Like he wasn’t entirely comfortable saying this, “…I didn’t plan this,” he muttered.

You blinked, “Plan what?” he finally looked at you, eye to eye. His expression was serious, not harsh or cold, just honest. “…You.” your brain stalled. “…Me?”

“I didn’t expect to care.” your heart skipped. (,,>﹏<,,) Zanka continued, clearly forcing the words out before he could change his mind. “You’re loud, distracting, and you make things complicated.”

“Wow,” you said faintly. “You really know how to romance someone.” “…Let me finish.” you nodded quickly, Zanka exhaled slowly. Then said quietly, “But I look for you.” the words hung in the air.

“I notice when you’re gone,” he continued. “and when things go wrong, you’re the first person I check on.” Your chest felt warm, “when you’re standing next to me,” he said, voice quieter now, “things feel… easier.” the city lights flickered below, wind brushed gently past both of you. Zanka’s thumb shifted slightly against your hand. “…So yeah.”

“…I think I’m in love with you.”

Your heart stopped, then immediately started racing. Zanka looked mildly annoyed at your silence. “Say something.” you stared at him. “…You just confessed.” “Yes.” “Like that.” “…Yes.”

You laughed suddenly, not mockingly, just overwhelmed. Zanka frowned slightly, “What’s funny?” “You, cuz that might be the most awkward confession I’ve ever heard.” “…Tch.” but he didn’t let go of your hand, you squeezed it gently. Then smiled at him. “Well,” you said softly, “I’m glad you noticed.” he blinked.

“…What.” you leaned your shoulder lightly against his. “I’ve been in love with you for a while.” Zanka stared. “…You’re kidding.” “nope!” he looked deeply offended. “…You should’ve said something.” you laughed again, “You’re the one who hates feelings.” “…Fair.”

For a moment the two of you just stood there. Hand in hand, looking out over the city lights. Then Zanka muttered quietly, “…Don’t make a big deal out of this.” “Too late.”

But this time, he didn’t sound annoyed and when your fingers laced more comfortably with his… He didn’t pull away. ( ˶´ ᵕ `˶ )

Authors note: Hii! really glad u liked the zanka fic, makes so happyyy! thank u for reading itt ,the idea is actuallly so adorable like it tastes like cotton candy heh… Thank u for the suggestion happy readingg! ♡

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Leaning Where You Shouldn’t...

ㅤㅤ ╰› Zanka Nijiku loathed physical contact, everyone knew that. So when you accidentally fell asleep on his shoulder after a mission… He had two choices, push you off or sit there and pretend this wasn’t happening...Unfortunately for him, he didn’t move and if anyone walked in and saw this? He was absolutely blaming you.

zanka nijiku x reader , fluff, might be ooc , postmission exhaustion , zanka LOATHES physical affection , internal suffering from zanka , awkward moment , reader accidentally falls asleep on his shoulder

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The room was quiet for once.

No shouting, no metal crashing, no stupid arguments from the others, just the dull hum of the lights above.

You and Zanka were sitting on the floor against the wall after a long mission, leaving the two of you in the empty room.

Zanka’s arms were crossed, eyes half-closed. “You’re still awake?” he muttered.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you said, voice tired, you heard him clicked his tongue.

Then the silence returned.

Your head felt heavy, the exhaustion from the mission crept up on you faster than you expected…Were you really that tired? You meant to keep sitting upright, really!… you did but exhaustion had other plans (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

But slowly, inch by inch… Your head tipped sideways and landed against Zanka’s shoulder, the room felt warm in a way it was comforting.

Across from you, Zanka cracked one eye open, watching you for a moment as your breathing had slowed.

“…Idiot,” he muttered, this wasn't HIS problem. "wake up." …no response, he looked down slowly. Your face was pressed against his shoulder, completely relaxed. You were asleep, like actually asleep, ON HIM... ( ˶°ㅁ°) Zanka’s brow twitched, “You’ve got to be kidding.” he mumbled.

He looked like someone might magically appear to fix this situation, um… no one did, of course. He could shove you off, and it would take half a second.

Except… you looked exhausted more than usual, hand twitching slightly where it rested beside you. Zanka clicked his tongue under his breath “…Tch.”

He shifted his shoulder slightly, not to remove you but just enough so your head wouldn't slide off. This was temporary, only until you woke up that was it! Minutes passed then more and moree… Your head hifted slightly in your sleep, pressing more firmly against him.

Zanka’s eye twitched, if anyone walked in right now… He’d never hear the end of it, he disliked this, disliked physical closeness, clingy nonsense. He didn't like seeing people hanging all over each other like they couldn’t function independently and like clinging like some leech— And yet he didn't move, your hand moved next, while sleeping, your fingers loosely caught his sleeves.

Zanka stared down at it, “…You better not remember this,” he muttered quietly. Another few minutes passed. Eventually, your breathing shifted, stirring slightly, and Zanka notices immediately. Your eyes blinked open slowly, unfocused at first and then realizing something… Your head was resting on something solid? warm?… As your gaze slowly lifted, you met Zanka's.

For a moment, neither of you moved, and thennn realization hits you like a brick. You shot upright immediately!

“Oh—!” your face flushed instantly, “Sorry—! I didn’t mean to— I must’ve fallen asleep—” you tried to explain you really did ("-ࡇ-). While Zanka’s expression was completely flat, but his ears were faintly red.

“You did.” you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, avoiding his gaze… “Sorry.” apologizing since you felt shameful and that was… very embarrasing I guess? “…Tch.” he looked away. “You were tired.” that was it, no complaints or insults.

It made the situtation feel even more embarrasing, you heshitated. "Why didn't you wake me up?" he didnt answer immediately, his gaze stayed fixed on the opposite wall.

“…You looked like you needed it.” your brain short-circuited for a second, that was… unexpectedly nice and not that bad! Before you could respond, Zanka pushed himself to his feet. “Don’t do that again.” you stood too, still a little flustered “fall asleep?”

“On me.” you couldn’t help the small grin that slipped out, “So you’re saying it’s fine if I fall asleep somewhere else?” Zanka shot you a look. “…Don’t push it.” but he didn’t look as irritated as usual. You noticed something else too, when you both started walking toward the hallway he slowed slighty.

Just enough so you were walking beside him, this isn't a coincidence you swear… or something strange and wasn't forced.

Not behind and when your shoulders accidentally bumped once as you walked, he didn't move away.

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Fucking love this loser

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Always You

ㅤㅤ ╰› Even after forever, my heart still skips when you appear.

fem!reader , mydei x reader , pure fluff , maybe ooc , mydei trains the kids but gets easily distracted by you !

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The afternoon sun spilled over the place, saturating the training yard in shades of honey and tangerine. The kids shuffle, swords clattering lightly against wooden targets, their small faces flushed with effort…

“Good enough… but remember, don’t lock your elbows,” Mydei said, voice gentle, though firm enough to carry over the squeaks of practice. He knelt to steady a wobbling child, letting them laugh when they almost toppled over. “Balance first,” he murmured, “then everything else comes.”

He straightened and scanned the yard again. And then…

Something shifted in the sunlight.

You were there.

Walking along the side of the courtyard, a soft smile tucked at the corners of your lips. The light caught your hair and turned it into a lighter and softer color, Mydei’s chest flipped in that quiet, unbearable way it always did.

He blinked, shook his head… No, focus. The children important, young and energetic needed him. They needed rest, attention, guidance. But even as he reminded himself, his feet and hands betrayed him it felt suddenly heavier, distracted.

Every step you took drew his gaze like gravity like some sort of magnet.

The kids followed his instructions faithfully, swinging, parrying, practicing. But Mydei’s eyes kept straying, and his heart betrayed him: how is it possible that after all this time… I still feel like this?

He crouched beside a boy giving careful instructions, and yet he couldn’t stop noticing you. The golden light brightened you, soft and indulgent, and you paused, just standing there, watching him teach. Small laugh escaped your lips, and it felt like the warmest thing in the world.

You tilted your head, smiling faintly, and Mydei’s composure melted a little, he swallowed. “It’s… nothing,” he said, brushing off the heat rising in his cheeks, “just… teaching.”

You laughed softly, “You’ve been… distracted, though,” you said, stepping closer to him. “I see it.”

He flinched slightly, hiding a grin. “I am… a little… perhaps.” His tone was mild, but the truth tumbled out in a whisper meant only for you mumbling “It’s always… you.”

You reached out, fingers playing with his small braid on the right ridse, Mydei shivered genuine, human, unguarded and a small, amused gasp escaped him. “Impossible,” he murmured, “that I should fall for you… again, here….this place out of all”

“Totally impossible,” you agreed softly laughing, eyes soft, golden in the sunset.

Somehow, you had made him both distracted and attentive at once.

His mind wandered, the sun painting warmth across your skin, the soft sway of your movements, the gentle amusement in your gaze and he knew no matter how much responsibility weighed on him, you always had a way of undoing him.

He straightened again, brushing an errant strand of hair from his eyes, hands trembling just enough that the children noticed. “Steady… steady…” he muttered, not at the kids, but at himself, as if reminding his heart to remain in its proper place.

You leaned closer, warmth brushing against him. “You’re hopeless,” you whispered, teasing, and he let himself laugh, soft and entirely human.

“Yes,” he admitted, voice low, “hopelessly in love… always with you.”

You smiled knowingly, brushing a hand along his arm. “And yet… you’ve been watching me instead of them,” you teased.

He bowed his head slightly, lips quirking with sheepish pride. “Only for a moment,” he said, voice earnest, “but perhaps… a very necessary moment.”

The sun dipped lower, painting the courtyard in deeper oranges. Mydei’s eyes softened as he watched you, golden light wrapping around you. His hands, once steady with purpose and authority, now rested lightly on the child he’d been correcting, guiding them gently, distracted but still careful.

He would always be like this, always in love with you, always distracted, always careful for the ones in his charge. Even when responsibilities pressed on him like stones, even when duties demanded focus, even when the golden hour sun burned across Kremnos, he would fall for you again.

You laughed softly, pressing your head lightly against his shoulder, and Mydei felt the same warmth he always did in these moments like sunlight had pooled inside his chest. Even the children, tired and flushed, continued their practice, but in a way, the yard had shrunk to just the two of them, the prince and his wife, and that slow, steady golden glow that always followed.

“Always… you,” he whispered again, voice thick with quiet affection.

“And always you,” you replied, smiling, soft and unhurried no rushing…

And for a while, with the sun dipping behind palace towers, the children resting, and swords lightly clattering on the stone, Mydei simply held onto that truth that even in a world of duty, responsibility, and golden hour distractions, he would fall for you over and over, and always.

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[itlogricky]

The Day Before Forever

╰› Have you ever loved someone so long… that the moment they said they didn’t love you back, you stopped loving them too?

fem!reader, angst, bittersweet tone, wedding of a loved one to someone else, phainon x reader

Your friends are staring at you like you’re the one doing something unreasonable.

“You have to tell him." you blink at them from across the table. “...What?”

“Your feelings,” one of them says like it’s obvious. “Before the wedding. Before it’s too late.” the word wedding lands heavy in your chest.

Tomorrow.

Phainon will marry someone else, your hands tighten around the sleeve of your sweater… “There’s no point,” you say quietly.

“There is a point!” your friend insists. “What if he feels the same way? What if he’s just—”

“He doesn’t.” the certainty in your voice surprises even you.

But they shake their heads anyway. “You don’t know that.”

You do.

You think about every quiet moment you and Phainon shared. Every long conversation under dim lights. Every time his shoulder brushed yours like it meant something. Every time you convinced yourself it had to mean something.

And yet tomorrow he’s marrying someone else.

Your friend leans forward. “If you don’t tell him now, you’re going to regret it forever.”

The words sit heavy in the air.

Regret.

You imagine the future months, years from now wondering what would have happened if you had just spoken up.

Your stomach twists. “…Fine,” you whisper.

Their eyes widen.

“Really?” you stand up slowly. “Yeah.”

Your heart already feels like it’s sinking, but you force a small smile anyway... “I’ll tell him tonight.”

The rehearsal ended an hour ago. Most of the lights are off now, leaving only the soft glow near the altar where tomorrow everything will happen. You hear footsteps before you see him.

Steady. Familiar.

It's him.

He stops when he notices you standing near the front rows.

“You’re still here.” His voice is calm as always.

You swallow, responding nervously “I was waiting for you.”

Something flickers across his expression curiosity, maybe. “For me?” Your heart pounds so loudly you’re sure he can hear it. You almost back out.

You almost laugh and say it was nothing. But your friends’ words echo in your head. If you don’t tell him now, you’ll regret it forever and ever... So you take a shaky breath.

“Phainon… I need to tell you something before tomorrow.”

He waits patiently.

He’s always been good at that waiting, listening, never rushing anyone and somehow that makes this worse... more pressure is somewhat exerted to say something.

Because sometime between leaving the chapel and waking up this morning… something changed. You remember standing outside last night, staring up at the sky while the cold air burned your lungs.

And realizing something strange.

You didn’t lose him today.

You lost him yesterday and forever will.

Before the vows begin. Before the rings. Before the wedding even started.

Because the moment he said he didn’t love you…

the version of him you loved stopped existing.

At the altar, the officiant begins speaking. Your friends keep glancing at you nervously, but you’re calm.

Quiet…. almost peaceful.

Phainon says his vows.

The bride smiles at him like he’s the center of her universe and maybe he is.

But not yours anymore.

When the officiant asks if he takes her as his wife, Phainon says yes.

The room erupts in applause.

They kiss.

Everyone cheers, the usual happy ending... but what about you?

Your friend whispers carefully. “…Do you want to leave?”

You stand up not because you’re overwhelmed, just because the ceremony is over.

“No,” you say softly. “...I’m fine.”

You glance toward the front one last time... Phainon looks toward the crowd again.

Your eyes meet.

And for the first time in a long time, your heart doesn’t ache because the truth settles quietly inside you.

You loved him yesterday.

But today? You don’t love him like you did yesterday.

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[enderdarling]

Ignoring my problems and thinking about kissing fictional characters

[kiraandfriendss]

[itlogricky]

꩜ masterlist

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBluelock

⁠ Rin Itoshi

night with him taking care of you good enough.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMashle

Orter Madl

I hate that I love you.

Honkai Star Rail

Phainon

the day before forever

Mydei

always you

Gachiakuta

Zanka Nijiku

leaning where you shouldn’t…

hold my hand when the world gets loud

Amo Empool

dating headcanons

[itlogricky]

I HATE THAT I LOVE YOU.

Orter Madl x Reader

“Gosh… I hate you so much.” you were so frustrated, it makes you wanna throw everything you see in his office. He looks at you, his face was always showing a harsh or dull expression, but there was a glint of caring maybe.. “I don’t know what you’re even talking about, I simply hate you.” He told you, but he didn’t. “Why do I even care for you? I hate it so much, why am I even here?” you told him, as if you were willing to actually quit this piece of shit; He doesn’t say anything, turning away from you.

As he exited his office leaving you in there, he took a short walk in the hallway facing the ground. “I shouldn’t, I don’t know what I am doing but I shouldn’t fall in-love.” he clenched his fists, he cant be seen as a weak man..not because of you. At this point, why does he love you so much that he hates it? Gosh it’s so frustrating.. He just really hates loving you so much, that you don’t even know.

A/N: I realize that mashle fanfics rnt that quite famous here, I’ll be making more ⁉️