HIIII I LOVE YOUR CAELUS X COSMIC BEING READER
Is it ok if you write a continuation where reader has been waiting for years and years but caelus never showed up to the point where they started losing hope, thinking he lied and broke their promise
Then the astral express comes and there he is, same but different with lost memories so he doesn't remember reader at all
Is that ok if it is THANK YOU
Dying light of a star
Astral express! Caelus x Cosmic being! Reader
When you believe Caelus broke his promise, he finally comes back after an undisclosed amount of time. Except there’s one issue: he doesn’t remember you at all.
HOLY SHIT BRO WE ARE LITERALLY ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH I was just thinking about this ALL FUCKING DAY RAAAAAHAAHHHHHHHH SOMEONE GETS IT YESSSSS
Warnings: Flooding, heartbreak, mentions of a black hole <-lmao do these even count
Part one - Part three
Truly, you thought Caelus would keep to his word. His promise to you.
When he first departed, you were sad. Oh so very sad. You know he had to leave, he had a life outside of this place, you knew that. You excepted it with painful acceptance.
But you waited for him. Boy, did you wait for that man as you watched over your lovely planet. You watched as the people mingled about, going about their lives as normal, some talking about ‘the favored one’ on the occasion, some going to the fields to give you their blessings over their world
You greeting them and accepting their many gifts in that familiar field. One human family had let their child give you offerings, the little one jumping up and down at the sight of you
“When’s the favored one coming back?” The small child squeaked. You couldn’t help but give them a bright smile, “Soon, I’m hoping. I can’t wait to see him again.”
Your joy was contagious, your mirth everlasting on the land. You fully believed he would come back to visit you again. Who wouldn’t wait? He promised you, after all, with that shining ring on your finger
Sometimes, when the planet’s moon would orbit nearby, you’d speak to it, longing and love in your voice. “I’ll see him again,” you told the rock, even though it didn’t speak back. “I’ll see him and I’ll tell him everything I’ve learned about humankind! I can’t wait!”
Except Caelus never came.
Not after what the humans called amber eras started passing, you just knew he wouldn’t visit.
The woe became apparent as the years went by, and the generations of humans saw how saddened their great protector was. They came to your fields, trying to cheer you up, telling you stories from their oral traditions of what they remember about him.
But it wasn’t enough. Caelus promised he’d come back, so where was he? Was he too busy to visit as he said? Did something happen to him?
Yes! Yes, surely something happened to him and he was running… ah, what was it? Late! Yes! He was running late.
A heavy sigh escaped from your lips as you drew patterns in the field with your fingers, some of the humans startling at the giant mazes that formed by your hands. They believed it was some kind of message you were sending them.
But no, that wasn’t the case. You drew his eyes. Those beautiful golden eyes that held stars. Those eyes that made you weak. Those eyes that made you… human, you supposed.
And human you felt because you finally realized he wasn’t coming back.
You hiccuped, your tears turning turning into white dwarf stars that floated into the vastness of space. The humans grew weary at the giant dead stars, but they had no idea how to comfort you. At most, they knew the favored one was your lover, and they built statues of him from their written and spoken stories in the hope it would cheer you up.
It didn’t. The sight of the statue in your field made you cry harder. Hard enough to surround the planet with so many white dwarfs it became an astronomical phenomenon for the scientists on your planet to uncover.
Very few of the humans remember who you were, and they came into your field, expressing their worries over your wellbeing. “What’s troubled you so, great one?”
You couldn’t answer them. How do you even describe the agony of a heart being shattered into pieces? It hurt you so much to know Caelus wasn’t returning.
The humans were saddened at your lack of response, leaving offerings and reluctantly departing.
You don’t remember when, but at some point, you distanced yourself from the humans. You became their sole protector and nothing more, too heartbroken to focus on them any longer. In turn, they built giant cities, advanced with their technologies, and became a paradise.
Many ships came and went, visiting or staying permanently on the world you protected. You didn’t care much for them, mostly focused on your job.
Until a strange train came, circling around your planet before docking. It intrigued for once… well, the humans knew how long. Your curiosity made you nosy as you finally looked back at your planet. Things had changed drastically, the small villages turned into huge cities with clear things that looked like a water’s reflection. Colorful mechanisms on wheels flew by. Everything was so different.
Except your field. Somehow, for reasons beyond you, your field was left relatively untouched. All that had changed was the statue of your lover now resting there as a reminder.
You watched as the newcomers explored the city, seeing how silly they were, how enthusiastic. One of them led the antics, digging around through the trashcans like it was their home.
“Ew!” A pink haired girl plugged her nose, “You reek! Get away from me!” And she screeched when she was chased. A man with dark hair simple sighed and shook his head from the bench he sat on, going back to reading his book.
You cracked a smile at the sight, leaning against your fist and watching— actually watching— the developments the humans had made. In all honesty, you were sure you’d be impressed if you knew what half the things they made were called. It felt like you were back at square one.
One of the humans, one you recognized from previous generations, led the three to your field, telling the group about the origins of the offerings made to you and the blessings you brought in turn.
“And here,” the guide raised their hand to the statue, “is where we remember our guardian’s lover. Stories tell of the favored one coming here and courting our beloved protector, only to leave in a fury and leave her weeping.” They motioned over to the river surrounding the field, “Its why we call these waters Flumen lacrymarum,” they gestured to the sky, “and the stars above the Dying Loves.”
Oh. Did you do that? You grimaced. Well, it was deserved anyway! Eh, maybe not to your planet, but still.
“Interesting.” The dark haired man conversed more with the guide, even going as far as to write down some of the information. On the other side, the pink haired woman and the other member went to the statue. The woman tilted her head, made her fingers in an L-shaped, and stuck her tongue out.
“Hey!” She turned to the other member, “He kinda looks like you, Caelus!”
You froze at the name. Thats… there’s no way. It’s impossible! He didn’t come back! So why…?
You watched closely as the man stared for a long moment at the statue and then spun on his heel to face here. That’s when you saw it.
The similarities. The same gray hair, the safe face, the same slope of his nose, shape of his lips, the same eyes that made your heart flutter. It was him.
He actually kept his promise. He did! Oh, it was true! It was! You should’ve never doubted him.
You’ve never smiled so brightly before as you leaned down, shrinking just enough to enter the atmosphere without disturbing it.
The group turned, startling and point at the sky. “Giant woman!” The woman shrieked as she and Caelus were dragged behind the black haired man.
The guide was ecstatic at the sight of you, all but wailing in joy and falling to their knees, “Oh great protector! You bless us with your presence after all this time!”
Right! Whoops! You forgot about that guide. Goodness, how long as it been since you interacted with the humans? “Ah, yes, it’s good to see you again.” At least you gave them the time of day.
“Again?” They sat up, “Ah, this is my first time seeing you, great one!”
Yikesss.
You grimaced, “I’m so used to seeing your predecessors.” But your attention was on Caelus. He was right there, so close. You could just reach him and—
Wait a minute. You can just reach him!
Your giant hand moved over the field, faster than any of them could predict. Those three booked it, unfortunately, they weren’t fast enough as you grabbed the grey haired man, holding him in your palms.
The woman and black haired man were furious, going as far as to draw their weapons and shout loudly at you, “Hey! Give him back!”
You ignored them, uncovering your palms to see Caelus sitting in the middle with a startled, panicked expression.
“Wah!” He tried to scramble away, backing up against your fingers, “Please don’t kill me! I didn’t do anything this time! Please please please don’t hit me with a giant fan or possess one of my friends’ bodies!”
Huh?
“No— I, why would I do that?” You grew puzzled at the odd words, bringing him closer to inspect his face. Your free hand approached, your fingertip lifting his chin, and you grinned, “It is you. It really is! You came back!”
“Huh?” He blinked and stared at you, his fingertip pointing to his chest, “Me?”
“Yes, you!” You giggled, removing your finger and nuzzling your nose against his body. “I missed you, honey!”
He froze, his face erupting in a bright pink blush. Oh, he was adorable, you remember how embarrassed he’d get when you initiated the kisses. His entire face would go pink and he’d try so hard to act like he wasn’t affected.
“Okay— uh—“ he pushed your nose away, “I think you have the wrong person, giant hot lady. You know, the universe is pretty big, I think you confused me with someone else.”
“No?” Your brows furrowed. Why was he acting so weird? “I didn’t. I know my husband anywhere.”
His lips parted, “I beg your finest pardon?”
What was going on? Why was he acting like he didn’t know you? Did something truly happen to him? Did he get… uh? What’s the word? What was it? When you couldn’t remember because of a giant accident?
“You’re… you’re my husband.” Your voice grew softer, shaky, as you told him, “Don’t you remember? You asked me to wait for you…”
The guilt was clear in his face. But it was more like a confused guilt, like he didn’t know what he did, but he knew that it hurt you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know you, giant hot lady.”
Your throat tightened and you whispered with a cracking voice, “You promised you’d come back.”
Nothing. No recognition. None of that love he held for you, none of that adoration, that desire. There was nothing there, like he was a blank slate. Like all of those memories never existed in the first place.
You raised his tiny hand, seeing that shine of a band on his finger, “The ring…”
“This?” He held it up and then fidgeted with it, “I woke up with this on, I don’t know why it’s here but… uhm,” he stuttered, “it’s important. I think. I don’t remember.”
Your heart shattered. Again. Except this time it was stomped on and set on fire.
Tears rolled fast down your cheeks as you quickly set him back in the field, barely able to move far enough before you wailed your absolute heart out.
He didn’t remember you. He didn’t remember anything! You were just that forgettable! He didn’t care about you! He— he couldn’t even remember your love, or your moments, or anything else!
You cried. A lot.
Not only did white dwarfs multiply from your tears, but the river flooded. Yes, you flooded your river of tears with more tears, dammit!
The four of them quickly ran back into the city, but you no longer cared about them. Not really. Not when your heart became so broken. You didn’t care when some of your tears were red giants as they fell, turned into supernovas, and then an entire black hole.
Congratulations, you just doomed your planet because of your sorrow over a man.
You cried for ages, only calming down when that train that passed by went right in front of your face. You hiccuped, stray tears falling as the front of the machine popped out giant flowers with a stuffed bee on top of it.
A bee? The one that made honey?
Your honey? When he would mixed your tea with honey and gave it to you? When he would kiss your temple as you drank it while you lounged on his lap, his hands rubbing at your back?
When he would playfully kiss your ears just to hear you laugh. “You keep stealing my stuff.” He would complain, but never grab the cup back as you drank it, “It’s better when I take it from you.”
“Brat,” he smiled as he blew raspberries against your neck, keeping his arms locked around your waist so you couldn’t squirm away.
Or when he would show you the bees during the planet’s spring time, letting you watch the tiny creatures fly and collect nectar to take back to the hive. And then he showed you said hive where they produced the honey. “So rich and so sweet,” he’d hold your waist, watching as you grew giddy at the small insects working, “Just like you.”
“Rich?” You’d tilt your head, “What do you mean by that?”
“Hm,” he hummed and set his chin on your shoulder, “Well, not everyone can handle it because it’s so intense.” You frowned, but he quickly kissed it away, “But there are few who love the richness of it because it’s their favorite part.”
“I’m sweet and rich?” You’d giggle as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, smiling against his lips as they met again and again. “You’re sweet and rich.”
You sobbed as you took the giant flowers and giant stuffed bee, cradling them close to your chest. It didn’t make you feel better at all.
“Please, great one!” The humans called from your field, “Please, cease your weeping! You raze our lands and cause destruction! Spare us of your sorrow!”
Right, the humans. They couldn’t handle your emotions, they couldn’t handle the intensity that you felt, nor the utter despair in your heart. You wiped your tears as best you could, and only getting rid of the black hole when Caelus begged you to.
You didn’t bother listening to anyone else’s words as you sulked, clutching the bee like it was a lifeline. And it was. It was your lifeline, as pathetic as it was. It reminded you too much of your husband.
Could you even call him that anymore? You don’t know at this point.
Someone called your name in your field as you sulked quietly. At first, you weren’t going to give them the time of day until the voice became familiar, “Don’t ignore me when I had to deal with your lovesick self.”
You stared down at the person, mumbling, “Kafka.”
“So you do remember.” She smiled in that eerie way, wavering her hand to get you to come down.
You sighed and did so, shrinking down into the size of a human, landing on stardust legs as you held your bee that shrunk with you— somehow.
Caelus stood in front of you, regret in his eyes. But he didn’t come closer. And you didn’t approach.
“Look, things are hard for you, I’m sure.” Kafka placed a hand on your shoulder. “But what happened is a part of Elio’s script.”
You moved out of her grasp, “I’m sure it is.” You whispered, gazing at her with white-rimmed eyes.
Caelus swallowed audibly, “I’m sorry. For whatever I promised you and not keeping it, I would’ve came to visit you, really! But…”
“You don’t know me anymore.” You gave him a sad smile, holding your bee close. “Your memories of me, they’re… they’re far in the past now.”
You sniffled, “Everything does come to an end, huh?”
It hurt to see him so sad. And it hurt to let him go. You knew all this crying was going to solve nothing. He… didn’t remember you anymore. He had his own journey during that time, his own life, his own friends, his own family.
He moved on.
And you needed too as well, as hard as it was.
“Can I at least see you again?” He whispered.
Your heart ached horribly in your chest, “Don’t make a promise you can’t keep. My heart can’t take it.”
He pursed his lips, nodded and fidgeted with his ring, “I don’t want to let you go.”
“I’m holding you back.” You wavered, holding so tightly to the plush you thought it was going to break. Kafka’s odd smile never fell as she said, “This won’t be the last time you two see each other.”
Because that’s supposed to be a comfort.
She left soon enough, leaving you and Caelus alone. You swallowed, taking deep breaths, and asked, “May I kiss you?”
He startled at the question, but nodded. He held still as you came forward—setting your bee on the ground— and cupping his cheeks. You gazed into those golden eyes that no longer held affection for you, holding back another wave of tears as you kissed him.
He didn’t lean in like he used to. Didn’t holding you tight like you’d vanish. Didn’t keep you close until you were both breathless and giddy.
He simply let you kiss him, and you pulled away, grabbing your plush. “Thank you for the flowers,” you wiped your tears, “and the bee.”
“You’re welcome.” He mumbled sadly as he watched you go.
“I wish you well on your journeys ahead.”
You went back to the skies, holding to the plush as the train departed. You didn’t wave this time, didn’t even smile, as you curled against yourself and watched over your planet once more.
A/N: WAAAAAAAHHHHH I ALMOST CRIED WRITING THIS BRO. THERE ARE NO HAPPY ENDINGS. ONLY DEPRESSION. CRY EITH ME WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
