#as long

[wiirocku]

Genesis 8:22 (NLT) - As long as the earth remains, there will be planting and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night.”

[yeesiine]

It does not matter how slowly you go, so long as you do not stop.

[anotherwellkeptsecret]

As Long As We Both Shall Live: 1

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[enjiyuuu]

Ich Will Dich

A/N : To be honest, this whole works was made when i was 14 and actually for my own novel, but now i’m 18, so i turned this into one of ikevamp fanfic and i fixing some parts to this. I hope you like it xoxo!

Author: @kindesire​

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character(s): Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x reader

Warnings : A bit angst

After saying good night to her parents, she hurried back into her room. She hardly tried to smile as tomorrow is her biggest day, the happiest day of her life, more than just a birthday party.

It’s her wedding day.

The thoughts of being a bride for tommorow, supposed to make her feel happy. Just smile like usual, she told herself.

But that smile with ease faded away, destroying the mask that she put along these days. The tears that she had been holding up from earlier shed like a waterfall. Her heart ache hard.

She should be unable to stop smiling all day or maybe not being able to sleep tonight, instead of crying and curling up under her blanket. And, she thought that she should be relieved to be able to make your parents smile happily seeing her on her wedding day with someone whose her parents believe that man can make her happy with all his life.

Yes, it should be like that. Then why am i crying?

Her tears broke out again. Her sobbing were heard in the tense of the silence night. She curled back deeper while hugging her white pillow tightly. Her chest felt stuffy. Love, hate, longing, and everything seems mixed up inside her head and heart.

She doesn’t want to be Juliet, losing her lover with a completely tragedy ending. She knows that she shouldn’t be so selfish right now, but just for this once, she really wants to act selfish, ignoring anyone but her heart.

God, please... She prayed, wailing in tears, feeling hopeless.

A loud knock from outside her balcony, made her stop awhile from crying and look to there for a moment. She rose and immediately walked straight to the balcony. Her eyes widened, when she saw a familiar figure in her sight. Mozart standing there, behind the glass door that separated her room with the balcony.

She gasped. Her eyes blinked for few times that she couldn’t believe what she saw right now. How could he possibly be there?

Or perhaps was she missed that man so much that she ended up dreaming his figure...?

"Mozart..." Her hand reached out to open the glass door, letting a night breeze burst into her room. Her light brown hair was fluttered by the wind like a flag. She knows that she isn’t dreaming when she heard Mozart calling her name while he was standing on her balcony with a faint smile painted on his face. His voice sounds quite real. Real enough to heart ache.

Mozart carefully took off his shoes, then walked slowly closer to her. His footsteps sounded so soft, as if he were walking as lightly as a feather.

She took her breath, then exhales it slowly. She raise her head, stared at the pair of amethyst eyes that looking deeply towards her.

She smiled a little and said, "Though that I wished for a kind fairy godmother to come to help me.

Mozart snorted while laughing softly, didn’t want his voice to sound too loud till outside. “Why fairy godmother? if you have your prince coming for you," he muttered softly. He put his hands in his pants pocket. His gaze is still attached to her.

“Why do you come, tonight...?” She asked, trying hard so that her voice didn't sound trembling. She doesn’t want him to know that she cried before he came, because she just know Mozart too well, like that man does to her.

“Are you just crying?” Mozart asked, didn’t replied her previous question. His hands cupped her face and the trace of her tears is still visible, remembering that she was crying not long ago.

“Did i make you wait too long, liebe?” He asked again.

She gulped. She knows that she is a teribble liar. And she also knows that there is no secret can be hided from those amethyst eyes.

“I just missed you, a little too much...” Her voice trembled. Mozart brought his face closer, shrinking the distance between them with a soft kiss that slowly turned into a passionate one. He can’t stand to see her crying in front of him.

As he kissed her, Mozart slowly dropped her right on her bed. His both hands caressing her bare arms softly. He pulled his face away and staring her with deep love and adoration. “You look very good tonight. So good, so beautiful that i want to take you away with me.”

She stares him hopelessly. “Won’t you take your Cinderella away with you?” she asked in trembling voice. “I don’t want to be another Juliet, you know.”

“But—“

“Then, you want to see me cry everyday...?” She cut him quickly. Her tears welled up again in her sweet brown eyes. “If you’re not going to bring me with you, why would you come here in first place...?”

“Why would you showed up in the night before my wedding day, Mozart...?”

Mozart looked away. He rose and stood up in a silent. A frustation sigh came out from his mouth.

“I want to take you away, but i just... i just keep thinking about what if you  regretting your decision to be with me.”

Mozart rises his head, staring closely at her. For a moment, he could feel for again and again, that his universe was always diverted again to her. The soft hands of her held his hand tightly. And, Mozart clearly didn't want to let her hands go, but he just stayed silent, did not know what else to say. His tongue is speechles, as his voice seemed to evaporate from the throat.

"Look me in the eye and you no longer need to ask, how deep is my love for you. There are no regret, no hesitation, Mozart. Ich will dich.”

Mozart stunned. A shy smile appeared on his face. “It should be my line, to convince you to be with me.”

“I don’t mind to say it, Mozart.” She whispered.

"Then, marry me..." The words came straight out of his mouth, while his hand pulled out a small velvet blue box from his coat pocket. The box opened, revealing a shiny white gold ring inside of it. A very simple happiness that every girl craves, including her.

She gasped. Her eyes look into Mozart, who was now kneeling in front of her, asking her to choose him to be her life partner and share the rest of her life with him.

“I can’t promise a hapilly ever after like in your favourite fairy tales, but i’m swear that i love you from yesterday, this night, tommorow, and forever.”

She murmured softly with teary eyes. She can feel the happiness that overflow in her chest. Immediately, without any hesitation, she rushed into his arms. She hugged him tightly, as if to say that she would never let him go ever again.

And, without her to answered it out loud, Mozart really knew exactly what the answer was.

***

The full moon shone brightly at the height of the summer night, the leaves rubbed against the tree branches, and the cuckered owl made a glimpse of the night that looked frightening and tense. But in fact, not too gripping too.

She let out a long sigh. Her long, curly brown hair moved noisily in the wind. Her feet walked slowly, approaching the wide open balcony. Her hands touched the cold silver painted fence which bordered the balcony. She immediately ducked and found Mozart, who was also watching her from down there, waiting for her.

She smiled without hesitant. No more doubts tucked in her heart as she was fully certain of what her heart had chosen.

The memory of their first time meeting at the beginning of the summer seemed to replay like an old movie in her mind. They are two lines that meet in the same tangent line. This time, both of them were certain that the series of coincidences that happened before were come not by accident.

They were meant to be in this way.

With all of her courage, she climbed onto the balcony railing and jumped in a smooth motion. Mozart came and caught her when she fell. Always. Mozart's hands curled around her slender waist. Both of them realized, how small the distance between them. The fresh scent of Mozart’s burst into the her nose. She smiled as Mozart gently kissed her forehead.

“Ich liebe dich.”

This night. Only him and her and that’s way is more than enough.

And, the full moon at midnight that summer bears witness to the both of them. []

--das ende

*ich will dich = i want you

[tossertozier]

Is reddie not gonna be canon in tfat???

who said they are

[songquota]

'Cause right now could last forever Just as long as I'm with you

All Time Low - A Daydream Away 

[vivipuppy]

kiinda important

So (as is usual of me) I started thinking a lot, and came to kind of a realization.

I really, really dislike being shamed for my emotional connections to characters especially Azami and Lusamine. Which is a silly realisation, but for anyone who has known me for at least a month knows i have a really, really hard time connecting to my emotions

And when it comes to positive emotions, that shit is even HARDER for me to connect to and understand. But with Azami and Lusamine, two characters that I have such intense emotions for, it gets easier for me to connect with those positive feelings. And lately ive been discovering, that through repeated “omg you really like Lusamine so much” and “smh mango youre talking about azami again” ive come to realise, that when i think about those characters, i feel as though its dumb or silly, or that im “obsessed” with them, or that “normal” people dont like characters that much

So, basically, im just asking to kinda... stop. with shaming people for liking characters that they love, even if its an intense kind of feeling that you dont feel for characters. even jokingly, its uncool