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(A Love and Deepspace x Non!Mc Reader fic)
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Colour codesâPink and bold is used for MC
Blue and bold is used for Zayne
Yellow and bold is used for Xavier
Green and bold is used for Caleb
Red and bold is used for Sylus
Purple and bold is used for Rafayel.
Mixed/Multiple colouration stand for multiple characters at the same time, as to be followed by the colour code given)
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Ode to Her, who intermingles and entangles the fragile webs (of our lives that) we weave.
Ode to Her, who leisures around with the fabrics (of realities), knitting them up together into a bewitching rag or even a hideous robe.
Ode to Her, who along with Lady Luck composes symphonies and dissonance.
Ode to Her, who creates the Illusio of choice and free will.
Ode to Her, who makes YOU believe to be the creator, when all you are is a mere followerâŚ
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Time had flown like violent waves coursing through a stormy ocean. It felt as if eons had passed by, leaving a barren field behind, which once bloomed with the blossoms of Happenstance.
Happenstance? Thatâs right, thatâs how youâd met him all those years ago, three to be exact.
If you take a tour down memory lane, it will all flash right in front of your eyes as if you were watching a high definition movieâŚ
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Youâd moved to Linkon City with hopes of something long forgotten but mainly for, continuing your passion for writing. When you were younger, you too wanted to pursue a career path in becoming a Deepspace Hunter, having a really strong affinity towards the profession. But upon growing up further, your past dream had slowly shrouded within the neural networks of your brain.
Life in Linkon was moderately hard, with the occasional Wanderer outbreaks and Hunters reaching the designated area on time for action, saving civilians. You admired them, you admired them from the depth of your HeartâŚyou wanted to write about them, but you barely found the words to do so.
It left you frustrated and up late every nightâŚonly for the next day to continue as a torturous loop of boredom. Not even three months in the City, you were already boredâŚ
You wanted a wishâŚa wish to be grantedâŚa wish to cure your boredomâŚand you wanted write all over againâŚ
Three weeks into the beginning of your third month in the City, you meet someone, you never knew would play such a significant role in your life.
MC was her name. She was a new Hunter at the Huntersâ Association but ever so skilled and compatible. A strong, independent woman; someone you soon grew close with.
It was a coincidental occurrence.
You were at Destiny Cafe, a favourite place of yours added to your recency list, when Fate did Her magic.
She was sat at the table alongside Tara,
(who was a ray of sunshine, a pure soul, her colleague and friend, one sheâd made at the Association.)
As time flew, hangouts and sleepovers became more common, mostly happening at hers, Tara would often join the two of you, but if she didnât it was the both of youâŚ
The two of you could spend hours talking and talking, as youâd ask her about her day and missions, taking inspirations for your work, while sheâd about the stuff you wrote.
âOde to Her, who intermingles and entangles the fragile webs (of our lives that) we weave.ââyour first wish was granted.
Two weeks into the middle of your fourth month in the City,
Perchance You were out with MC and Tara at the Kitty Cafe, playing several rounds of the Advanced Mode of Kitty Cardsâ
Perchance one evening to Azure Square at that one bakery that MC had told you about, to feed your craving for Macaronsâ
Perchance on the way to MCâs apartment when you almost run into her upstairs neighbourâ
Perchance at a local Casino to feed your thirst for a game of Blackjackâ
Perchance out an art store, where hung a pretty wooden board containing the symbolisms for each colourâ
When youâd first met him.
There was no verbal exchange, just the meeting of gazes for the very first time.
Later that night, your heart had already started skipping beats from the encounter, your mind started creating scenarios of your second meet, if there was any to come. You hoped for itâŚ
You wrote about it. Told MC a few days afterâŚHer face lit up, she knew him. Oh?
her primary care physician?
someone she works as a bodyguard for?
She asked if you wanted to formally meet him. You nodded.
at her apartment, when sheâd called you over two evenings later.
at Akso Hospital when he was on his lunch break, sheâd taken you to.
at the beach, she called him over.
at the Karaoke place, she told heâd like.
It was awkward as heck, what would you have said? That âHello I am the girl you made eye contact with days ago.â, you were nervous.
Maybe he sensed that, he spoke first, he remembered you. You smiled.
The weeks passed, growing with them the bonds of the new friendship that you had been gifted with. The two of you would often meet up almost everyday if time permittedâŚbut you wouldâŚ
Sometimes with MC, sometimes without her.
You cherished your times spent with him, they made you feel specialâŚa little bit too special, that your heart would strum along the strings a melody, you were oh-so utterly familiar withâŚbut you didnât want to hurryâŚ
As the saying goes, âSlow and Steady, wins the race.â
Each night youâd return home, stare up at the ceiling giggling like a teenage girl with a crush.
Plus youâd blame him for making you fallâŚ
How dare he remember your favourite flower,
the things that make you smile or ickâŚ
He knew the ways of your little world better than your own comprehension.
All so crystal clear, within just a matter of monthsâŚ
You were bound to fallâŚand you didâŚ
âOde to Her, who leisures around with the fabrics (of realities), knitting them up together into a bewitching rag or even a hideous robe.
Ode to Her, who along with Lady Luck composes symphonies and dissonance.ââyour second wish was granted.
A year and a half had passed since you met himâŚand you were down bad for himâŚ
In Every star cluster in the night sky,
Every flower blooming and blossoming in a garden making it rich,
Every flake of the gentle snow which landed upon your nose,
Every ray of the Sun that caused the ripples of the Sea to glimmer,
You envisioned him, by your sideâŚhand in hand for as long as Space-Time marks itâs existence.
You wanted him to be happyâŚ
Your pages were diluted in his essence, as if every word you wrote was written for himâŚ
Did he even had the hint of what went on within yourself?
Did you want him to know?
Would you ever tell him about it?
But did the two of you hush out your deepest secrets with each other over call in the silence of the nights?
It was a word that shrouded itâs true pose from you for a long time.
A word that created the illusion of bliss over your story like a veil.
It was not sooner or later when you had finally been able to snip your way out of the veilâŚwitnessing the harsh truths of realityâŚ
You started noticing him and MC together more over the weeks, observing their conversing patterns⌠You had asked him, countless of times, if he was sickâŚif he was alrightâŚif he was okayâŚbut to no use, he would always divert the conversation, so you eventually stopped.
You knew about his past, he had told youâŚhence,
You would see saw how his eyes would illuminate as if they held constellations behind.
You would see saw the colours and hues that would splatter over the canvas of his face.
You would see saw the easiness in his body language whenever she was near.
As if it was all meant to beâŚ
Each day became a new lesson upon the ways of the unfair world, each night a review of the same.
Confrontation is never an option when itâs the people you consider home.
And what would you confront about?
When you could see the Alchemy of their amalgamations transcend to the cosmic levels, it was as if the Universe had made them a pair, a bond. Eternally bound to each other.
If the word âSoulmatesâ held ground, they would be the Altar which it stood upon.
Such was the strength of their unityâŚ
It hurt, hurt like anything to accept this epiphany that you had come acrossâŚbut did you have a choice?
How could you ever compete with what the Cosmos had set in stoneâŚ
So what did you do? You wrote about itâŚyou wrote and wrote like there was no tomorrow, every night, all nightâŚat least it took off a minute-fraction of the load that your heart had to carryâŚ
Of course you didnât stop talking to either of them or cancel meet-upsâŚwell not with herâŚ
With him however, you started growing a bit distant, often cancelling your usual meetingsâŚyou needed the space to get a grip on yourselfâŚ
You always covered it up over text, just like you masked off every single emotion from your external appearanceâŚ
It was on you, upon you, your fault for you had termed your third wish in the wrong wayâŚyou shouldâve been selfish, not caring for his happinessâŚbut whatâs done is doneâŚ
His happiness was your happinessâŚ
Her happiness was your happinessâŚ
Even so this happiness was a curse,
The funny thing was that, the more heartbroken you got each night, the more creativity painted herself with words onto the canvas of your notepadâŚ
So you brain came upon a gentlemanâs agreement with your broken heart, a business deal if you may describe it asâŚyour broken heart would provide the flow of emotions to the brain which in turn oozed out your creativity; while your heart would feel the weightage of the load lessen even if it meant by fractional amountsâŚ
And what did you do? You let yourself bask in the Status Quo.
âOde to Her, who creates the Illusio of choice and free will.
Ode to Her, who makes YOU believe to be the creator, when all you are is a mere followerâŚââyour third wish was granted.
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Ode to Her, who intermingles and entangles the fragile webs (of our lives that) we weave.
Ode to Her, who leisures around with the fabrics (of realities), knitting them up together into a bewitching rag or even a hideous robe.
Ode to Her, who along with Lady Luck composes symphonies and dissonance.
Ode to Her, who creates the Illusio of choice and free will.
Ode to Her, who makes YOU believe to be the creator, when all you are is a mere followerâŚ
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Oh he cannot form sentences about the way his heart soared with elation when he met her again, in this lifetime,
His heart thumped loudly within his chambers, as if it were banging against a locked door, pleading to be let out, set freeâŚIf heâd ever known Love, then it was because of her existence that he understood the concept of Love.
She was the Destiny to which he elected to be Eternally bound. The connection they shared was beyond the mortal realm, transcending to the reaches even beyond metaphysics. It was Cosmic, he knew it, he felt it. It was the Universal Truth.
Hence why he felt desolate from within when she didnât recall the pastâŚthe âThemâ, that he carried on evermore in every one of his lives. He will continue to do so for eons to come.
Whatever she neededâtime, familiarity, he was ready to give it to her. After all he was hers and she was his, they were an amalgamationâŚ
Besides what Love wasnât obsessive, sacrificial, a misconstrued treachery, or chastised.
So he waited, like he always hadâŚ
His days had grown monotonous without her memory.
âWhen will she remember?â, was the fundamental thought that occupied his state of peaceâŚ
A change of scenery was much needed from this cyclic motion of work-life.
So he went, out for a stroll one fine evening.
Maybe he found out from his âtrusted sourcesâ who sent notifications every second from her phone to his, that MC was at the Kitty Cafe along with some friends, playing several rounds of the Advanced Mode of Kitty Cards. Plus he needed to make sure she was with good company, after all he was only looking out for herâ
Maybe he took a turn towards that one bakery the both had often ventured to satisfy their cravings for sugarâ
Maybe he wasnât a fan of his pre-planned stroll and instead made his way towards MCâs apartment when someone almost bumped into him. Letting out a flurry of sorriesâ
Maybe at a local Casinoâ
Maybe passing by an art store, where hung a pretty wooden board containing the symbolisms for each colour. He stopped by to judge them of their mistakesâ
When his eyes met new ones, heâs never seen you before.
Maybe you were a new friend of hers, maybe even a stranger? Or an acquaintance? Whoever you are, it was of no concern to himâŚ
A phone call was unexpected the very next evening, but not unwelcome. Infact he strived to hear her voice in some way or form, every single day of his being. She wishes to officially introduce him to her new companion? Oh?
Again unexpected. But if thatâs what her wish was then itâd be his command. Although he was a bit hesitant upon meeting this mysterious personâŚmajorly because he heard her go on for hours about how the two of them had gotten closer in just a matter of months.
She was sly, never mentioning the gender of this new âcompanionâ of hers. Maybe she enjoyed keeping him shrouded in half-truths.
What was his response? Yes of course. As if he could ever say No to her.
Sheâd assigned him a place for the meet-up along with the date and time, told him not to be late.
It was another dusk hour on a Sunday,
at their assigned bakery they often go to, for replenishing their sweet teeth, well mostly his,
Well at least it wasnât a guy
You seemed awkward of the situation at hand, he could sense your nervousness scattered all over your features, profoundly. He wasnât any big of a fan of first-impressions, but maybe a part of him wanted you to ease upâŚso he spoke up first, he remembered you.
He could see you heave a big sigh of relief internally at his words of consolation. You smiledâŚ
The prescribed time soon had passed, enveloped within getting to know each other, while MC would often chime in to restore/uphold the fluency. He got to know considerable amounts of informations about you. You? A few adding onto the context of what you had already gathered from MCâŚ
Days to weeks, weeks to months,
When had the Rendezvous metamorphosed into simple Hangouts, he couldnât recallâŚ
It started with the three of them when the familiarity was still in itâs budding stageâŚthen slowly over time, the need for a watched maintenance of your fluency became discretionary,
for there bloomed beautifully the bonds of this new friendship, which got nurtured through your affection and dedication each dayâŚmaking it grow strongerâŚ
Hangouts became often (sometimes she would be thereâŚsometimes not), almost everyday if permitted by time. If not? Youâd substitute through calls and texts..
Time felt as if moving in a slow pace after ages of being driven with constraints and limitsâŚhere was noneâŚ
Things felt naturalâŚinnate with you, like the gentle breeze on a calm spring night, or the heavy shower accompanying a stormy dayâŚ
Like every phenomena in nature, often overlooked but are daily and recurringâŚ
He couldnât quite put his finger around itâŚyetâŚ
He forgot to keep track of the exact moment when he
Started paying attention to the posters you hung above your bedâ
Or the way you would try to stand your pen upright on your desk when your mind would wander off while writingâ
Or the way you would duplicate multiple tabs on YouTube, each one filled with a specific song or mixed genres, while you would try resonating with it, to incorporate the same into paperâ
Or the collection of hair ties that you possessedâ
Maybe even the pre-existing tiny dent on the wall above your kitchen counter, which you said you would cover up with something but keep forgettingâ
Maybe it was the way youâd smile everytime he was within your proximityâ
Or the virtual hug youâd send him through your collection of cute bunny, crow, apple, snowman, artsy birb, stickers, every time before he went to bedâ
Maybe it was the way your eyes would stare into his whenever he was over at you place and you were thinking of how to go forth with your words on paperâ
Or everytime the two of you would be out, and you would feel like a breath of fresh airâ
Soon he found himself accustomed to the ways of your world,
What made you ick or inspired,
The certain colour of paint , or mixture gradients heâd use on his canvas that made you filled with joy, so heâd restructure his paintings like suchâ
The symbolism that each of the Cards and their Suits held within the deck of 52, making you speak on and on about them for hours, over text or via voice message at 3a.mâ
Late night outings to go stargazing at the park, sitting on the plain grass, while you ask him about the different constellationâŚmaybe just maybe while doing so, your head slowly tilts down to lay comfortably upon his shoulderâ
How it became a regularity for you to visit the hospital every late night he got off of work, with a 6packed box of strawberry flavoured macaronsâŚwell two for each night on a row for three days, following the similar pattern for two weeks. Then came a gap for the next two weeks, as the cycle continuesâŚbut maybe what he wants to say was that, youâd be the Constant, coming over every nightâ
Every movie marathon youâve been having, while he would cook for you. Not to mention how youâd constantly refer to him as âMaverickâ and hum along the theme song every time you watched Top GunâŚApparently it was your favourite thing to do, along with constantly complimenting his cooking in Shakespearean English and fumbling oftenâ
Alongside the feeling of a calm warmth flowing through his bodyâŚa something elseâresembling to fear??? Was slowly nibbling itâs way through his heart.
A year and a half had passed already since he met you? And you had already confide countless of your deepest secrets to himâŚHow could you trust him so much? Why did you trust him so much? Should he do the sameâŚtell you about all his past lives, that haunt every hour of his existence?
The epiphany struck him like a truck when
Every star cluster in the night sky,
Every flower blooming and blossoming in a garden making it rich,
Every flake of the gentle snow which landed upon your nose,
Every ray of the Sun that caused the ripples of the Sea to glimmer,
He had ever so slowly, fallen for youâŚ
Now this filled him with panic,
He was panicking like a madman, like he had never beforeâŚ
He didnât know what to do, or how it was even possible for him to fall for someone else when the Love of all his Lives was MCâŚHe needed to talk it out with MCâŚcome up with a solution, something, anythingâŚ
All his thoughts and feelings were clogged and cluttered over his brain.
All this time heâd been beating around the bush, trying to press it down into the depths of chambers to be never found againâŚbut somehow the feeling re-emerged, digging through every ground that he wanted to bury it beneathâŚ
He felt like a nomad, like he knew nothing about the ways of the WorldâŚlike a newbornâŚ
Plus how would he even bring this up to MC, what if she gets heartbroken, or worseâŚ
He couldnât afford thatâŚ
But neither could he mute the sound of his thumping heart for youâŚ
Why did he have to fall for You? Who were you? A no-one till one and a half years ago.
He wouldnât even have known about your existence if he didnât meet you by Happenstance that faith-forgotten eveningâŚ
He could barely concentrate on workâŚEverything around him felt like a spiralling vortex and he was trapped insideâŚ
Being the man he is, he somehow let his discomforts escape your radar eventually, after you had asked him over text, call, in-person countless number times, if he was alrightâŚif he was sickâŚif he was okayâŚ
MC eventually takes notice of this and confronts himâŚshe had never seen him this distressed, calling him over at Destiny Cafe to talk.
Not sure how to go forth with the conversation, he hesitatesâŚ
He felt like he was stuck within a soft-lock of the game, his life had reduced to temporarilyâŚ
âEither to abandon his future and stick to what Fate had woven for him eternally.â
âOr venture into the unknown and embrace the beauty of no obligations.â
Going on for weeks, he too gets to learn that she was plunged into a similar situation. Thereâs someone great that she met months ago during a mission, someone she savedâŚsheâs been meaning to tell him but she didnât know howâŚ
âThey were on the same boat.â
Discussing upon ways how to break something thatâs eternalâŚ
Would it cause an anomaly?
Maybe a rift in Space-Time?
Or a breakage in the Universe?
What if the Cosmos punishes them, or worse the person theyâve been doing all this tallying and calculations forâŚ
The risk was high but worth takingâŚ
If it meant they could finally be free from this blessing-turned-curse.
Now came the part where he has to finally admit his feelings for youâŚ
âThis scared him shitlessâ,
Being tied down to Fate and Eternity to one person was something he was familiar withâsomething he thought would last for all his lives to comeâŚ
But then you appeared, as the anomalyâŚ
Like an error that could make a whole equation go wrongâŚ
A glitch in the fabric of what he thought was RealityâŚ
A new chapter added onto his storyâŚ
And he couldnât wait to write it together with youâŚ
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A/N: This fic was highly inspired after reading the prompt by @chika-seno, so full credits to them, and thank you so much for writing such a wondrous inspiration. Hope you enjoy, the entire fic when itâs finished.
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