i want to be loved as though i am a character in a shakespearean play, mimicking the essence of romance yet suffering the consequence of tragedy. how lovely it must be to love, and to be loved. i ask myself, always, when will it be my turn? when will the string of my fate be tied to another? perhaps, not now. nor ever. perhaps, my path is only to destroy my heart and soul through gaping lust.
when the fic has 10k+ words, fluff, angst, smut right at the end, friends to lovers, character whoās down bad for reader, AND Y/N DOESNT ACT LIKE A CHILD
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^Just in case this starts spreading to other fandoms, which is definitely a possibility with how these things tend to spread as well as if they go after blogs that donāt even post content
Iāll be turning Media asks off and if needed iāll turn my asks completely off, but for now it will be media asks only that will be off until new years, or the 26th if it stops by then.
Anyone who sees this, please be careful and stay safe.
I'm just gonna tag a few people I follow, because I don't understand what's happening, but don't want it to happen to anyone either and I don't want this to be anything to frighten anyone either, just stay safe out there.
āFor some stupid reason, I keep on believing.āĀ
tags: ekko x fem! reader, angst. oneshot.
warnings: none. art, not mine.
Ekko shouldāve seen this coming. For all the ways he has been treating you, how heād wrong you, he knew youād eventually drift away and the both of you would soon break. But the thing was,Ā heād still be pacing back and forth over at his worksop, thinking about all the ways he couldāve done something. Something to prevent this, instead of tinkering with a new invention to prosper his home. Stupid, stupid, stupid, he bangs his head lightly on the bark of the tree. He tells himself to move on, that itās your loss, not his. He tries so hard to go back to work but his brain just automatically malfunctions because it's flooded with your image. Heās angry at every little mistake he makes and throws it away to make up for it.Ā
Then a bulb pops up above his head. No. He shakes his head, letās not do that.Ā
But he does anyway. Ekko flies over in the middle of the night while everyone is fast asleep,Ā the sound of his engine clunks as he zooms through Zaun. He had to know what you were up to these days. Logically, you wouldāve been asleep now, but knowing you, youāre probably buried your nose deep into a book. And he just had to know you were doing what his mind imagines, maybe then heāll work better. Seeing you was close enough. And when he does arrive at his destinationāaka your small apartment, he sees you and as he guessed, sleeping on top of your book, a pen still in your hand. Ekko purses his lip at the sight, he wants to place a blanket over you to make you feel warm, but he knows heās already crossed the line. He swallowed hard, at truthāat the reality of it all, that you were no longer his.Ā He sighs, taking one more look back at your figure before leaving to go back home.Ā
Funny is that word, home. Where is that now, when there is only a cold room he traps himself in and nothing of you. He could no longer feel your warmth, he desperately yearned. He clenched his jaw and ran back to work. Work. Thatās all he ever does even as you were there beside him, and youāve been there for him, always, and he appreciated so muchābut then you slipped away from his grasp. Took him long enough to realize that. He really needs to get over you, but the ghost of your warmth hovers over him in a constantĀ cycle.Ā
Everyone could tell he was out of it. Scar tries to leave him alone for a while, letting him cope on his own. Scar has been through that kind of heartbreak before and he knows whatās best. Even the kids are bothered, and kids can see through lies, you know. Theyāre more honest than the law, and theyāre not shy to point out what's happening with Ekko right now. Ekko just brushes them off with a smile and a good excuse (not really), but the more he lies to them, the more they ask.Ā
āYouāve been distracted lately.ā Scar says, arms crossed, leaning on to the door frame.Ā
āIām fine.ā Scar thinks, no, knows it was bs. What started as one night thing, something for closure, now became a nightly thing. Mission after mission, heās been disappearing into the fog. If he wasnāt out on the mission, he took the night when everyone else was asleep. Scar knows where he was going, where he was running back to. Itās truly spine chilling what youāve done to him, a guy whose painfully and awfully focused on his workāon his goal of building a wonderful community, now going around town looking for you causing bits of mishaps here and there. He thought it was just one of your quarrels, a small trouble in paradise, not a full on separation. Scar felt guilty of not being able to help out Ekko and convince you to stay.Ā Why should he? It was not his to begin with, but it was driving him to the edge the way Ekko was acting right now.Ā
āIām serious, Ekko.āĀ
āWell, I am too.ā That he was, heād become humourless the past few months. āCould you justā¦ leave me alone,ā he says, calling back his focus on his new āinvention,ā and knowing him, it was just another crap idea he pulled out of his ass.Ā It was true, there was no lie to that. Ekko, despite his circumstances, was smart. He was a bright engineer who embedded all sorts of science and math into his work, but now- at this point, heās just glueing cogs together. Everything he created reminded him of you. Your favourite flowers, your little book idea, and your nerdy phrases on the books he reads. It frustrated him because deep inside, he kept on believing that you felt the same too. That you pretend you were there with him on the bed, snuggled together, sharing each otherās warmth the same way he did.Ā That your ear perks up too, every time you hear his name like he does.Ā
He really needs to get over you. He tries, he does, really. But he canāt help but want to see you all time, when wearing your Academy uniform and the cute bow completing your look or in your own outfits. You were glowing, flourishing, without him. He wants to talk to you, and get this over and done with. He wants his heart to stop clenching every time you talk to another guy or smile at them, he wants his head to think straight, he wants to rid himself of you. The troubling thing was, he canāt and a part of him doesnāt want to. Ekko knows he should move on, he knows that heās hurt you, he knows he shouldnāt be keeping tabs on youāthat he should let go of you. He could only wish you back, will you to walk the same path towards the firelight tree as him because he knows, youāll never do anymore.
tags: ekko x fem! reader, angst, closure.
warnings: none. art, not mine.
You never imagined, for all the moments youāve spent together, and the years youāve āwasted,ā this fleeting youthful love between you and Ekko has ended. There wasn't an end credits that rolled to your story, only that soft hum you used to hear from him. Silly you, unprepared and wounded, clenched into a fetal position. You savor your tears for tonight, and tomorrow will come where you will no longer walk the same path as hisāno longer wake up on the same side of the bed because you took over his. His space was void and empty, so you fill it with your body still trying to cling to the scent he left. But every time you do, his shadow fades away and you think, no, know, he will soon drift into anotherās arms. Your tears stained the sheets of his pillows, or what was once his. And you scream for days on end. Your friends try to pull you from the cliff you fell from, to cheer you up and they tell you, āYouāll meet others,ā but how can she? When all Ekko had done was be good to you, provide for you, care for you in ways you thought was irreplaceable. Youāre a mess and you canāt help it, thatās why he was there. To clean you up and love you even thoughā¦ youāre different.
āI think we should end this.ā You could still hear his voice like it was yesterday, even though a few years had already passed by. You froze like a deer on headlights, you see the light but you donāt move. You wait for it to crash onto you and kill you. āIāve got a thing going on with the firelights now, andā¦ I, I canāt have you there anymore.ā But it doesnāt and you live to see another day. He left you bleeding, like a wounded soldier, a cut that runs deeper than it looks. Questions inside your head were not doubt, but a question of loss. Where were the signs?
You try to piece the puzzle of his mind, but in the years to come, you give up attempting to find the answer. You both were young, and sure, it was a heartbreak but youāve learned a lot. You keep him in your heart, because you promised that you would. You reminisce at the memories you shared, the anger that boiled your blood leaving your body and soul, the butterflies every time he kissed you softly now flew away, leaving your stomach empty. And that one time he built a little stargazing hideaway for you, just for it to run down with cobwebs and overgrown with earth returning. The futures you both wrote together now feel ghost stories you remember like a memoir for the people that never existed.
Even as a war passed through Piltover like a storm, a thousand deaths, and a thousand more griefs. As the city rebuilds itself, you do too. Youāve got an amazing job! After the mess he left you in, it took awhileā¦ but you did your best to pick yourself up and bandage the wounds and youāre doing so well.
The bridge that used to separate Piltover and Zaun, now collectively crowded and busier than before. You find yourself browsing the fresh produce, hearing the bustling vendors to come by at their shops. Street food never smelt so savory and the sun shined brighter than before. Everything has changed, but the bridge remained. Youāve changed too. With your hair longer than the awful cut you had before and your fashion fancier, something youāve always been proud to afford.
You were in through the fruits, looking to satiate your sweet tooth. A peach would do, you might make tea out of it later. Just as soon as your fingers touch a piece of that peachāthe one below it rolls down the mountain, almost falling. Luckily for you, there lay a hand that caught it quickly. You look up preparing yourself to thank the person.
ā...Ekko?ā You say in complete disbelief. But sometimes, it takes only one thing to bulldoze progress.
"Never thought Iād run into you here. Small world, huh?ā
Heās rendered you speechless again, he does have a way of doing that. āItās a typical day,ā you nod. You observe him a little and see the way heās changed too. Heās gotten taller and muscular the last time you remember. You receive the peach from him, placing it on the basket so you could pay. Before you could reach for the money, heās already placed it on the platter. āYou donāt have to-ā
āNo.ā Firm and true. āI owe you.ā
You couldnāt tell what he was referring toāwas it the peach that maybe had something to do with him? Or the favors of the past? Or was it the ripping of your heart that left you in a lifeless condition? You certainly donāt want to know, but a small voice inside of you does want to. Heās doing it all over again, that same devilish closed lip smile that etched your memory. No! You tell yourself.
Heās been observing you too, looking at you like he used to, admiring the way you dressed in skirts now. The way you parted your hair somehow changed the shape of your face, and the way the gold ring on your ring finger perfectly snuggled and decorated you. He assumes it's just a decoration, he hopes it is just that. But he knows, there was a full possibility that it was not just for display. He blinks twice. You stayedā¦beautiful.
āItās not fair,ā you say before turning away from him, the peach sleeping in your basket.
āWait!ā He speaks your name like a prayer. It was not silent, it was loud, and begging.
You clutched the rattan in your hand, your right foot a step ahead yet refuses to move as if it was glued to the floor. You wanted to leave. You donāt need explanations from him. But you do.
āIām sorry.ā
You donāt speak. But him saying that lifted the burden off your shoulders, somehow releasing the tension in your bones. Something very deeply engraved inside you was the hope that one day your paths would cross again. A simple phrase extinguishes that fire in you; your hands relaxed and your shoulders loosen. It was not bad, and you were glad.
Finally, you can now leave the path the youth in you built, no longer leaving behind a trail of tears. A silent goodbye to the girl that you once were with and without him, letting yourself walk away, full and sure.
