Not in God, not in fate, and certainly not in luck.
He’d seen too much death to believe in mercy.
He’d learned that survival was just that. Survival. Things you did or didn’t do.
Men like him didn’t get miracles—
They just got scars.
Then he met you.
Your presence bent the world in his favor—
And for the first time in his life Simon Riley became lucky.
Shots missed him by inches. Bombs malfunctioned. The task force walked away from missions that should have ended badly.
Every time you kissed his cheek before deployment, he came back without a scratch.
Dogs avoid you.
Horses roll their eyes white when you approach. Even the sheep near your English cottage keep their distance—
Ghost notices the exception—
Cats appear from bushes and barns, brushing against your legs, purring like prayer. Crows gather in silent flocks on telephone wires, staring reverently.
Your relationship was quiet, warm, and strange.
You laughed at his teasing, and brushed dirt off his jacket like you were brushing away bad luck itself.
He brings you little things, wrapped in his calloused silence and slipped into your hands with a rough, mumbled, “For you.”
You always smiled, kissed him, and tucked them away in glass jars and wooden bowls around your little cottage.
He pretended they were just gifts. You pretended not to notice the worship in his eyes.
Can I request Wind Archer x reader who's one of Stormbringer's godly auxiliaries headcanons ?
( btw feel free to not do this request if you want to! )
Every time Wind Archer moves along with the wind, you are one of the few who can keep up along side of him.
Sometimes, you sneak away from Stormbringer's temple above, just so you can meet the archer at the forest's edge.
Holding hands, gentle kisses, nose nuzzles... Soft, fleeting touches before you two have to part ways again. You both have your duties, after all.
You like to bring Wind Archer gifts, helping him have a moment to relax with you.
In return, Wind Archer will send you gifts as well, mostly by requesting the help of the birds he meets along his protective travels.
There are days where the two of you wish there was a way for you to both indulge in your love more together without feeling like it'll forsake your loyalty to your creators.
Wind Archer hates to see you hurt. He would rather be struck with a thousand thorns if it meant it would save you from one.
He feels safe around you to open up a bit more about his emotions, although he gets scared if he feels as if he says too much.
If you have to return to the clouds in a hurry, mostly by Stormbringer looking for you, Wind Archer will help you by boosting you up with the use of the wind.
You have debated telling the other deities about your love for him, but you and him agree that it's better to wait, else they may tell Stormbringer herself.
Wind Archer finds himself wondering what a normal life would be like between the two of you.
He had plans for everything... Everything, but your confession. He didn't know what to do in that moment.
Like, what if price starts realizing that his operations have started to go well… to well. Like his shots always land, he can conveniently locate the enemy first try….. oh, and a crow now always follows him. (The avatar of reader)
Thanks for reading my rant!
Second part of this.
As the years go after 2009 (the year that John Price helped Farah Karim & the ULF escape from Barkov's prison), Price quickly rose the ranks until he became captain. He at first thought nothing of it, saying that his skills were the reason for it, and he wasn't entirely wrong.
But you were watching him, making sure his missions went well. You were in his dreams in the form a crow, with the rest of the murder of crows behind you. You were content to just stay in his dreams, until you weren't.
It had been fifteen years since the prison escape he helped Farah escape from and now Price was starting to see a crow (you) follow him around. He didn't seem to think it was out of the ordinary, until you appeared everywhere, including battlefields. And he felt drawn to you, called to start worshipping you.
Slowly but surely, Price's barracks on base gained a small altar to you in the corner of the room. He brought you whatever he felt called to, setting down little trinkets like a mug that had a crow on it, several crow-themed keychains. A few wayward buttons that broke off his clothes. They weren't much, but he felt your gratitude each time he set them on your altar.
And it seemed like you were pleased with him, since all of his shots landed perfectly. His missions ended successfully and with as little soldiers hurt as possible. He supposed that he didn't mind worshipping you, especially since you made his job protecting civilians a little easier.
Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)
This is the masterlist of all of the Deity!Reader Drabbles. The reader is gender neutral and with John Price.
(Yes, I know that I've made masterlists on my main blog and could just link the masterlist to my pinned post, however, I'm making new masterlists so that I can just update this instead of the old one when/if I expand this series. Yes I am linking posts made from my main blog, yes this is me.)
First Time You See John Price
Sending Little Signs to John Price
This may not be a completed list (it may be expanded upon)!
《Summary》: Basically the reader acts and has the same power of the collector from toh.
Reader is Gendernutral
Characters are Pure vanilla cookie,Licorice cookie, Strawberry and Strawberry crepe cookie, and lastly cherry cookie
This story is strictly platonic because reader is a minor ( the collector is a minor too people)
○ Hope you enjoy:)
○ Part two here
🍓𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙚🧇
🧇Huh, so you're an immortal deity who looks and acts like a child but your magic is extremely powerful? COOL!
🧇You guys probably cause so much chaos in the Vanilla Kingdom because of how similar you're personalities are.
🧇They think you're games are fun.
🧇I can just Imagine you showing off your powers to Crepe (probably doing magic tricks )and them being absolutely fascinated by it.
🧇FRIENDSHIP BRACLETS
🧇You might even tell them stories about your life and how other cookies used you for your powers and trapped you for being to dangerous.
🧇They don't really get why you got trapped . I mean how unfair is that? Being locked away for being a child?! How stupid those cookies are.
🧇Crepe cookie shows you their waffle bots! They think that you're so cool so obviously they show you what they've been working on. Since yk they don't have real friends :p
~
-"Y/N cookie, you are the most fun ever! I wonder if there are other cookies like you.?"
-"No cookie on earth bread is as cool as me! Well maybe you could be a close second place."
🍒ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕖💣
🍒 If you thought that you and Strawberry crepe cookie were chaotic than you definitely thought wrong.
🍒 You and her (and her friends) pull pranks and tricks on the other cookies for gits and shiggles definitely.
🍒 You explode things with her too. You use your powers to make giant explosions that make the ground shake, and the cookies tremble at the sudden shaking of the ground.
🍒 When you do tell her you were locked away for you being to powerful she is definitely upset at that. I mean you're so fun! How could you possibly be a danger? (Don't take that literally)
~
* "WOW Y/N cookie that explosion was amazing! I sure the whole of earth bread was shaking! Do it again!"
* "Okay, Cherry cookie!"
🌻𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞🍦
🌻 He's like a father figure to you. He teaches you right from wrong, how to help cookies in need to with your powers, yk stuff like that
🌻 Instead of treating you like a threat, he actually treats you like a child, he treats you like a decent cookie being.
🌻 He would honestly love playing games with you.
🌻 When you first meet him you thought he was boring and you kinda make a few jokes about him being an old cookie.
🌻 Not surprisingly, when you told him about your past and being treated like a threat he hugged you. He probably said something like "Oh my dear child, I am incredibly sorry that happened to you."
🌻 He protects you from Dark entrances cookie and the other members of Cookies Of Darkness so they don't manipulate you into using your magic for evil.
🌻 Dark rasin cookie and the others of the Pure vanilla Kingdom didn't trust you at first but after P.V cookie said you weren't dangerous they started to warm up to to.
🌻 you unironically call him uncle Pure Vanilla .
~interaction:
𖦹" Y/N cookie, remember to always tell the truth."
𖦹 "Hey, Pure Vanilla cookie! Don't worry about that. I HATE lairs.."
𖦹 " Ah. Well... as long as you tell the truth to others... "
𖦹 " I'll turn all of them into puppets! "
𖦹 " Hold on- "
𖦹 " I ESPECIALLY HATE HIM!! "
𖦹 " Oh dear... "
💀𝕃𝕚𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕖💀
☠ When Dark Entrances cookie announced that there would be a new addition to the Cookies Of Darkness he was beyond confused when he saw the new member was a child.
☠ You find it funny when he throws a tantrum over a mission going wrong, or when one tiny detail of his plan goes wrong.
☠ You and Poision Mushroom mock him together, you definitely mock him with Poision Mushroom cookie.
☠ But holy shit - when he sees what your magic is capable of...he's ashamed to admit it makes him nervous.
☠ Seriously, a cookie as young as yourself is capable of magic like THAT? You have to had practice for thousands of years to be that powerful- wait what? You actually ARE thousands of years old ??
☠ Honestly how can a cookie as old as you be so immature?
☠ You think of him as a cranky older brother figure who constantly tells you what you can and can't do.
☠ He sees now why Dark Entrances cookie chose you to join The Cookies Of Darkness ,because you are an agent of pure chaos .
☠When he hears about your past he does at least try to act a bit nicer to you.
~interaction:
*ೃ༄"Y/N COOKIE! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY CLOAK!?"
*ೃ༄"I fixed it duh! It was so dull before! But now it looks much better after I added a pop of color to it. Don't you like it?"
*ೃ༄"NO! I DO NOT LIKE IT!"
🍓ꜱᴛʀᴀᴡʙᴇʀʀʏ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ🍓
🍓 You two are polar polar opposites.
🍓 A shy, quiet, and introverted cookie like her and a loud, playful, extroverted cookie like yourself. It is a mystery how you two even meet in the first place
🍓 She and friends found you lost and wandering around the forest, so they offered to let you join if you were lost.
🍓 The very first thing she noticed about you was your ecstatic personality. You were just a pure ball of energy (and probably sugar.)
🍓 When walking with them you were talking about your life events and random child things.
🍓I broke her heart when she heard what happened to you and all the pain you must have inside. Spoiler alert you weren't all that upset about it.
🍓 But she was clearly blinded by your child-like clothes and personality because your powers did not match at all.
🍓 You were pretty sure everyone was shocked when they saw just how powerful (and old) you truely are.
🍓 You like teasing her about how quiet and shy she is and how much she blushes and hides in her hood when you make one of those comments .
🍓 She kinda likes playing games with you and seeing you so happy. But when she says she needs a break from playing all day it's gets boring. I mean besides her and her friends you don't really have anyone else.
🍓 Also has to teach you right from wrong.
🍓 Just like strawberry crepe you guys got friendship braclets. Specifically the braclets that when put together say 'best friends'
🍓 You talk to her about what it would be like if you had your own kingdom and subjects to rule over.
~ interaction:
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ "In My kingdom it's illegal to be sad unless absolutely mandatory. I don't like it when little cookies are sad. It makes me upset :("
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ "U-uh Y/N cookie , doesn't it seem kind of cruel to forbid cookies to , you know , be sad?" "I mean I get sad all the time. Would you ban me from being upset?"
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ "I said unless it's mandatory. And yes, I would never allow you to be sad in my kingdom. If you're not sad you're always happy! Which means everyone is constantly in a good mood!"
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ "I don't think that's how that works. . ."
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ "Oh right I forgot to mention! If a cookie breaks the rules they get executed. :)"
Needless to say, Hylia is irrelevant. They’re mad, livid, that some soulless excuse of a goddess takes credit for all good things that stand in the world when you breathe. Your voice like birdsong, your eyes found in the nature that surrounds you, your powerful laughter like rolling thunder. You are what’s good in the world. Not Hylia. You are their reason for fighting, for trying, for breathing. Not some selfish goddess who’s done nothing but harm them. No. You’d never. You don’t need followers like she does, your power is simply because the sun shines, the tides pull and time rolls on. She’s weak when standing next to you. In their eyes, you are something beyond obtaining. Your praise, you’re contentment is their whole purpose, shadow be damned.
Ahhh am I doing this correctly?? I’m a big fan of “I’m Just Doing You a Favor” so can I pls request them for this event?? Thanks for giving us smth to look forward to in the future :>
The Fancy Fiance and The Bejeweled Bride
(Yan! Pantalone x Fallen-Deity! Reader)
"Remembering; is forgetting” - Scribe
Redid some mistakes. ~ P
Disclaimer: Yandere stuff, crazy cryptic bs going on around here. No beta, we die like that guy in the story.
" Please, help me find her!"
The strange stranger couldn't help but laugh at the notion, and merely glance at the soup of tears in his hand. Seeing the hardened reflection of your perflex-ion, “You are certainly [lucky] that the lady of compassion has blessed me to tell you, dear hale and hearty friend.”
The strange stranger revealed a beguiled smile, knowing the person will arrive upon their destination at the last light of day, a road that winds in an almost serpentine like suggestion. And the journey brings them to such tenuous and disarray terrain of the ophidian's keep.
♡¥~~~~~~~¥♡
Face nearly pressed up and against the glass pane. Showing the snow gently cascades down on the ground and dim lights from the distance is the city where the event would be held.
You couldn’t wait for it, ever since your first day of devotion, today is the day of vows.
“Doll, what's wrong?” You hear Pantalone called out to you from the door, you didn’t hear him enter.
“Dearest, It is nothing to worry about, though the thought of going to the festival of vows tomorrow..” Frail hands cupped your own cheeks, feeling the warmth emitting from it while your face hid behind the veil, sighing lovingly.
Practically you could hear his merriment when you mention your excitement for tomorrow.
You felt incredibly lucky that a person like Sir Pantalone, or at least that is what he liked to be called, would take you in and share a cup between you two.
Despite him telling that your face looked fine, but the hideousness of your own preface is what made you wear the thin curtain. You never forget the day you woke up upon these lavish beddings and claimed to be yours.
“It is a good thing I came in prepared for you, come here.” Before you stand are dresses, each more lavish than the last.
One; it was a simple white ball gown like wedding dress, each embedded pearls from white gold to the darkest black jewelry. Gaudy yet somehow simple in his eyes.
Next would be a rather cute color of cold blue admiration, one with simplified accessories and the like. Wonderful ribbons that criss cross across your skin.
The last is a rather foreign red silky robe, with simple gold prints and an odd headdress. It felt so familiar, like seeing an old friend.
“When did you have the time for this?” You smiled going closer and touched the third dress, eyes twinkling in joy. Hands playing with the intricate hidden laces of the outfit.
“No need to worry about it, doll. By the morrow, I swear it will be a happy day for us."
You couldn’t help but smile and hug him tight, “Thank you! Thank you!”
Feeling his gloved hands petting your head, “It is no problem, my lovely. All that matters is that you’re here and I’m here, right my sweet?” The roll of his 's' would make anyone weak in the knees.
Everything feels like a distant past somehow, yet there’s nothing better than what is in front of you.
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Upon the day of Vows, you wore the red exotic robes and donned the veil that sweetly hid your well kept secret.
"Pantalone, look, snow!" Small gestures made seemingly fragile steps into the cold, that made the Regrator held onto you tightly so as to not slip and slide.
“Be careful, my dearest. I do not want you to get hurt.” Concern is clearly conveyed on his visage and voice. Despite him not being as muscular as the rumored Captain of the Fatui, you feel oddly safe especially with the umbrella he possesses and carries everywhere he goes.
“I know, you do not have to worry about me.” Your heart skipped a beat as he continued to hold you closer.
“I’m just scared that you’ll leave,” That made you smile and cupped his face.
“I will not just up and disappear, silly.” Embracing him as well. Seeing the warmth smile upon his face never felt so endearing until now.
“Shall we?” His gloved hands gestured to the event where it is being held, you could hear laughter and cheers from there.
“We shall.” Hand in hand, the pair of love-locked couples made their way to the busy area.
Women, men and occasionally children dressed in their finest and spent time with their beloved ones. You had to sit out one of the main events due to you not being able to fight for the bouquet of flowers, so you had to settle for a slow dance with your beloved Pantalone at the dance floor.
“Thank you for inviting me, it really means a lot to me, Pantalone.” A dreamy sigh escaped your rozen lips.
One-two-three, one-two-three, The dance isn’t well suited for one that wears garbs like yours. Often or not, you’d trip on your own clothing and Pantalone had to catch you. Embarrassing as it may be, though the time spent together. The smile that could go on for miles, stretching outward into the ocean.
During the ruckus caused by the bouquet hunting spree, you and Pantalone got separated. Participants armed with various weapons. Giant spoons, arrows of love, knives that are the size of an adult.
Amongst the throes of people, your feet had guided you to a frozen lake with snow covered trees that arched over the pool.
Alone were you with tender courage, “Charity is such a pretty word, oh, but where oh, [where] did it go?" A robust voice could be heard.
A strange stranger in tattered frightening mora colored garbs, a rather keen entity of sorts appeared by the corner of the eye briefly. It was only a jest of the light, you explain to yourself.
Loud shrieks escaped your small lips, turning around to face a blurry visage of non, who had their hand on your shoulder.
“Miss? Are you alright? You were staring for a while at nothing.” Accent low similar to yours, soft spoken yet refined. They dressed in fine physician-like robes, calm watered jade color.
“Yes, quite so, just merely strayed a little from the event,” You took a step back to give some space. This man, he speaks in bells. None could ever ring such things other than your fiance.
With a light spangle of the red veil cast still-ly shade, "I, I am sorry but can you help me find my fiance? I am not that well acquainted with the curvatures of the road ahead.” Gentle voice of yours made his lips curved up a bit.
“Of course,” Even with the blurriness of his image. You could faintly make out him nodding at the notion of helping. “I just so happen to be in search of my sister, she is deathly ill,” voice rang with rye worry you couldn’t help but try to aid him in his quest.
“I am sure my fiance could help you after all you are assisting me back to him.” The bellow of the wind was cast.
"Thank you, kind spirit." He seemed to smile.
"What is her name?" Curious who was the lucky girl who had such a loving brother.
"[*]" Was the name he told, another set of bell-like that tolled and odd enough it made one see a weasel in the horizon.
“[I] see– Ah! Pantalone!” You felt a smile on your lips the moment you heard a familiar voice behind the stranger.
“Doll.” The raven hair man chuckled as he embraced you tightly. His own smile did not fade yet it seemed affixed to his own visage. “Did (he harm you)?” Asking softly in your ear.
Shaking your head no, to assure him you were fine. And quietly explain to him you were lost and he kept you company. Adding to the mix is your request to find his sister.
“Hmm, Oh, how could I (deny) you, doll.” Kissing the top of your head before he turned his attention to the searching brother with an unknown facial expression.
Holding you still so closely, “You do not have to worry, I once lost someone as well, I will do my best to help.” Yet, why does it displease you so?
The brother’s voice said in glee, “Thank you, thank you, kind sir!”
“I will be with you in a moment, so please stay at home for a while.” Pantalone says as he ushered you to the care of his employees. The gentleness of his tone can be heard as he commanded the others to escort you to your shared abode for now.
Looking back at the two figures left alone in the winter snow.
"[Don't look away…]" You could have sworn a feminine voice whispered into your ear.
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Three hours have passed since the guards took you to your room. All alone with your thoughts that seemingly eat away at your mind.
Every time you try to remember, the distance widens with each time a headache is a force to be reckoned with.
Your own eyes darted around your chambers, a room painted in luxury filled with exotic items. A sigh only escaped from your lips as you sat on your bed to try and recollect. Even with these items, it doesn't seem enough…
It all just feels fuzzy. Some of the items in your room are already here when you have awoken. He claimed that it was his relative's and he'll be glad to give it to you.
A knock on the door can be heard. "Pardon my intrusion, My Lady." It was Pael your appointed handmaid. Still even until now, you were uneased whenever she tried to help you in dressing up.
"My Lady, I know Lord Pantalone has not come back yet. But, do you want some soup? It is rather cold even in the supposed summer month." in her hand is a tray with a bowl of soup.
The scent of jade knowledge wafts through the room, the herbs and spices reminded you of a star.
"On the table, please. I will eat it soon." Replying to her, though curiosity beckoned on to you from its peak.
"Understood, my lady." The single eyed maid placed the tray upon the intricately carved mahogany wood.
The one eyed maid chuckled, "Fancied [you]rself [look]ing [back]?" She smiled
"Pael, When or how did Pantalone find me?" You say, sitting down on the chair next to the warm bowl of soul.
"You could say that, Pael." There is something that even you cannot explain. But the terrible dread of something amiss is about.
"Well, it was really snowy at the time, you were white as a ghost. If you weren't [taken] in by the young master, the harsh winter would have let you a sweet and peaceful [faux] warmth." Stitched is her smile that was presented to you, her lips stretch a bit wider after a while of awkward staring between you and her.
"My Lady, it's rather cruel to think of what good you used to have. I better suggest to [look forward into] the future instead of [dream]ing of something that barely grows with [time]." Gentle push of her gloved hand to nudge the intimate style bowl holding a hydro colored jade soup.
"A childish, imaginative mind will [turn] into a noble ambition. Young admiration can turn into the most passionate of bonds." With that, Pael offered a silver spoon [for] you to consume the reflective, -though opaque, pool of jaded clarity.
"Perhaps, you are right. Though, I cannot [help] but wonder." Something about her words seem to wound you, yet none to spill.
"Wonder all you like my lady, but, no," Pael stops herself then lets out a soft chortle. "Nothing, it was just (me) humoring myself." she bowed before leaving.
Peering down at the bowl, another sigh left your lips. The scent and the warmth enticing you to take even a little sip.
Pushing all shadows away, your dainty hands scoop a portion of it to your lips. A moment to cool it down before taking a faint lick.
The silence halted as you started to cough violently, trying to force it out of your system along with dropping the spoon down to grip on the table.
Soreness of your throat is evident, the gentle voice turned hoarse and crass. Mind-numbing delight has stained your tongue, as the sound of blood pumps unevenly in your ears. Accompanied with blank staring at your fingers that grasp at the wood, feeling every grain on it.
"…!… Doll. Are you okay?" It was Pantalone, holding you in his arms. You don't remember falling, nor holding on to his gloved hand.
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Everything felt heavy, nauseating to the point of puking into a corner. Your heartbeat pumps slowly making you almost aware of its sounds.
"J[us]t… woo…" You could see his mouth moving, though you couldn't hear a word he said.
Soon the other maids came rushing in with a large arm bag.
"Pan- Pan?" It felt like crystals forming in your throat causing you to tear up yet nothing fell. Hand grip tightly onto his for a moment before letting go.
~
That was the last you had recalled when you woke up. The room is covered in red and blue luxuries. Sweat drips down your forehead, "P-pael?" Your grainy voice tried to call out to the one eyed maid.
"Doll." Another voice called out next to you, causing you to yelp from surprise. "Doll, calm down." It was Pantalone, holding both of your wrists that attempted to hit him.
Appalled by your own actions you looked away from him and laxed your movements, "Dearest! Forgive me! I got scared and that drink, what was that? Where is Pael?" So many questions tumbled through, yet only the batman could only manage to.
For a moment, his face has a foreign expression. It didn't seem like he wanted to hear that. "There's no need to worry about her, she tried to poison you." He hissed, gripping on your wrists tighter then pulled you into a protective hug. "She's all taken care of."
Shaky frail hands grasp firmly on his back as he dips his head between your neck. "Pantalone… I'm fine…"
He didn't seem convinced as he let out a soft puff of air. Despite the room being warm, the chills of the winter glade seeps through. "If you say so, though. I will have a doctor to examine you okay?"
Knowing him he would only persist, "Very well." You nodded.
Then another thought entered your mind. "What happened?" he then replied with a curious hum back.
"That strange man, he rings bells." You tried to put into words what you could describe of him.
"You usually think of other people," The word of annoyance is riddled on his evermore smile.
He then opened his eyes ever so slightly, it was of spectacular color that looked at you so teary gaze. "Don't let go of my hand, please."
Confused, your only reply is "What?"
"Don't you know how much I worried when I found you laying on the ground?" He muttered as he protectively hugged you, your face pressed to his chest.
"Face pale as the snow itself, spasming, gasping for air, and yet you cared for the stranger rather than yourself." His heart beat is almost like music with how slow it is.
"But that's what is so special about you. (Your love for others could cost you everything), you know?" Woe written all over his tone, he kissed your forehead.
"I could give you everything you want. Just tell me. Name it and it's yours. In exchange…" Odd that he stopped himself any further, "No, that's not right…"
He pulled back and looked at you, his face "Exchange is a strong word, I prefer to refer to it as returning the feelings. Just looking or even listening to me is enough for me, dearest."
"I'm an honest person, all I want for you is to [run] into the future."
You've never met him, the head of the soul collector department. Why would you have? He's only a reaper, essentially just a powered-up human who committed a great crime in his last life and decided to join the service instead of spending an eternity in Hell.
So why would a string of Fate materialize out of nowhere to bind the two of you together forever?
