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Yuta/Sunghoon-holic I wrote prompt(?) or something about everything.

[thenchokeme]

summary: Kaito kid wrote you a letter.

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I have sketched your beautiful face dozens of times, whispering your name while the wind carried away both those scraps of paper and every hope written on them…

And then you found me, sitting on that rooftop, in the middle of one of your jewel heists. You always seemed to be waiting at the places I would flee to afterward, as if by some miracle. We rarely had the chance to talk(usually the police, and that brat Conan, would ruin it) yet there were moments when we simply watched the stars drift slowly above us in those rare pockets of silence. I cannot remember ever having been happier in all my life.

From that day on, you know… there was always a smile meant for me, an unexpected brush of hands

And yet, you never let me have more than that.

No words could ever express the agony that tormented me in the deepest part of my heart. Your presence was elusive, almost unreal, as though you were both there and not there at once. And yet you never lied to me, never once broke a promise.

I knew from the beginning there was no room for love in your heart

or perhaps you simply would not allow me to see it.

But love is a strange, unspeaking thing.

Even knowing all of that, I still allowed myself to love you.

We never needed many words when we spoke.

You understood what I could not say, and I understood you too.

That was already more than I had any right to ask for.

More, even, than being loved by you.

And then I nearly gave my life to save yours.

In truth, I was certain I would die when I told you to keep living.

I smiled at you, hoping you will smile back

And you did!

I carried that smile in my heart as I escaped.

Though I thought I would never return to see whether you were safe… I was too weak.

All I could remember was your smile.

Your beautiful eyes were the last thing I saw before I was ready to close mine forever.

But then… I woke.

Alive.

And you were there, smiling.

Only this time, it was different.

You seemed… real.

In the end, we all have to say goodbye, don’t we?

No exceptions.

May I find you again someday? I asked.

You shook your head.

It was alright. I never expected someone like you to care for a thief like me.

But then you said

“There’s no need for you to look for me.

I will find you, no matter what.”

I raised an eyebrow in surprise, flustered in a way I could barely hide.

It became hard to breathe when your small, beautiful hand lifted my chin

and for the first time, you let me taste the promise of those lips

Almost.

Then you were gone,

leaving only the memory of that unfinished kiss lingering on my skin.

But I will wait for you to find me.

You will find me… won’t you?

Signed,

Kaito Kid.

[thenchokeme]

Y/n…

Summer remained, bearing the name of love.

A tender love

Before long, it became summer itself.

When I think of it,

love in summer was always the most beautiful.

Perhaps it was only beautiful

because you were there in that summer.

I don’t know how far these words meant for you will reach,

but I will hold onto this longing

for summer, and for love.

Whenever you cross my mind,

summer rises in my heart again.

The love I knew with you

has become what summer means to me.

[thenchokeme]

Azula,

you said you’d burn everything to the ground if you ever saw me with someone else

yet here you are now, unable to even wipe away your own tears

how pathetic.

[thenchokeme]

I am weary of everything. Everyone is cruel.

To have survived, to still be alive, to have stumbled all the way here

only to burden those who could never survive such a life with even more pain

how unbearably cruel it all is.

If we made it out alive, shouldn’t escaping that terror have been enough?

It was never meant to be like this.

It could have been otherwise.

So why keep breaking everything apart?

Why make this already desolate life harsher, lonelier, more unforgiving with every passing day?

[thenchokeme]

And your smile, my gentle angel,

is what I return to again and again

to quiet the fear that never quite leaves.

Not wondering where we go from here,

but thinking of ways we might be a little more okay

even if we stay exactly where we are.

[thenchokeme]

Zuko

Perhaps there will come despair

at the hollow words this world offers,

and perhaps, too,

one will cling to those very hollow words

to go on hoping.

I repeat my prayer ten times,

then open my eyes.

I have waited long enough

from now on,

hold my hand tight, won’t you.

[thenchokeme]

Zuko…

You were tender enough to make me want to run away.

Safe lies are buried in the soil.

Early morning begins, and everything grows busy.

A restless spring will wither soon.

I gather up the words that passed through the flowers.

Hesitation

there has been enough of it.

I decided to let my worries go, quietly, without fuss.

On a good day, I will borrow you.

A silhouette a little less lonely.

Even after losing the flowers

I am still, as always, a pale and small forehead.

[thenchokeme]

Zuko x Reader

Not wrong, just different.

What we like and don’t like, what’s right and what isn’t

the circumstances are different.

You and I

are told we simply live differently,

that we shouldn’t blame each other,

that we can’t help but be different

we were made this way before we were even born,

made to be exactly this.

Not one face among the living

is the same as another.

So it is, so it is

and yet we must go on living.

[thenchokeme]

December

Evening is good.

Standing on the street

watching people lose their focus,

watching people sway inside their own coats, huddled into themselves

looking at faces with no necks is good.

Waiting for you is good too.

Today’s resolve and today’s ruin

will both go unfinished.

Left incomplete, that is how it ends.

I am gifted at running toward surrender.

The trees gave everything they had and stood bare,

while flocks of birds flew the opposite way,

flapping as though their lives depended on it.

Good that it is winter and not spring.

Good that it is year’s end, not its beginning

all adrift.

Good that this is not the first time.

Soon I won’t be able to look at your body.

My love, you of the sunken eyes, my pale beloved.

Get up. Come to my room.

Or will you just stay here and drink the water that has gone still?

One last time

would it be alright if I touched you again?

Are you going to lose your breath, little soul?

Could you ever have become something to me?

[thenchokeme]

Beauty That Made Me Unhappy

I saw a girl of breathtaking beauty

And became undone

What color does beauty wear, I wonder

The question never left me

She was not raised to be beautiful

Rather, beauty itself chose to illuminate her

And I, not the self I wished to be

But only the self I am

Watched the world go white

In a blinding, unbearable sorrow

I told myself

That simply to face her direction

Was reason enough to survive

Whether survival is living

Or living is merely surviving

It no longer seemed to matter

She was beautiful enough

That even if love did not exist

I would still love her

For having loved, one goes on loving

Carrying an optimistic despair

A desperate optimism

I continued forward

With whatever remained of me

Like a priest without religion

Like a religion without believers

Like an actor standing offstage

Like a stage with no one watching

I once prayed

That to shatter beautifully

Would be enough

Then night came

The way she first appeared to me

In a beauty that was only half-formed, half-dream

In darkness, no one is beautiful anymore

We had both lost our light

I asked her where I was

You stand at the North Pole asking where north lies?

There is no north beyond the Pole

Just as there is nothing beyond me

The name of the one who was once beautiful is solitude

And beside that solitude

I too am alone

When morning came

I wanted to be beautiful the way a solitary thing is beautiful

The first to hear a prayer

Is always the one who prays

If the ears of gods were sharper than our own

Then perhaps, from the very beginning,

There would have been no need for prayer at all.

[thenchokeme]

Beauty That Made Me Unhappy

I saw a girl of breathtaking beauty

And became undone

What color does beauty wear, I wonder

The question never left me

She was not raised to be beautiful

Rather, beauty itself chose to illuminate her

And I, not the self I wished to be

But only the self I am

Watched the world go white

In a blinding, unbearable sorrow

I told myself

That simply to face her direction

Was reason enough to survive

Whether survival is living

Or living is merely surviving

It no longer seemed to matter

She was beautiful enough

That even if love did not exist

I would still love her

For having loved, one goes on loving

Carrying an optimistic despair

A desperate optimism

I continued forward

With whatever remained of me

Like a priest without religion

Like a religion without believers

Like an actor standing offstage

Like a stage with no one watching

I once prayed

That to shatter beautifully

Would be enough

Then night came

The way she first appeared to me

In a beauty that was only half-formed, half-dream

In darkness, no one is beautiful anymore

We had both lost our light

I asked her where I was

You stand at the North Pole asking where north lies?

There is no north beyond the Pole

Just as there is nothing beyond me

The name of the one who was once beautiful is solitude

And beside that solitude

I too am alone

When morning came

I wanted to be beautiful the way a solitary thing is beautiful

The first to hear a prayer

Is always the one who prays

If the ears of gods were sharper than our own

Then perhaps, from the very beginning,

There would have been no need for prayer at all.

[thenchokeme]

The demon you’re about to cut down carries a part of me as well. Don’t discard it so carelessly, Mizi.

I rose to my feet and faced him like people standing on the brink of a game that would end in collapse.

I wanted to place my hand on Ivan’s shoulder. I wanted to ask whether the person he longed to meet now was being shouldered properly by him, whether he was protecting me to the extent everyone expected, and whether he himself was managing to live all right.

Behind Ivan’s shoulder, the sun was rising. His face, turned away from the light, sank completely into shadow. It felt like peering into the mouth of a deep cave. Finally, I spoke.

You bastard.

…Are you okay?

[thenchokeme]

Your dance is beautiful,

and the grace of those lines never grew familiar,

no matter how many days I watched.

What name could ever fit such a feeling?

Perhaps I am broken after all

for how is it that you remain beautiful,

again and again, without end?

[thenchokeme]

Love

All those days we named love

at times it cut deep,

at times it pressed like stone upon my heart.

And yet, though its weight pulled me low,

what remained

enduring, unbroken, carried through every storm

was the one thing I longed to place in your hands.

[thenchokeme]

Love

Only love keeps us alive,

Only love can.

When I hear the sorrow in your tears,

I want to reshape the world itself,

If only it could bring your smile again.

You know there is nothing I wouldn’t do.

A humble soul like mine still dares to love,

To love you,

I love you.

If love is a flame, then let me burn.

If love is a burden, let me gladly bear it.

[thenchokeme]

There has never been a happiness that fit snugly into the space my misfortune carved out.

Loss, no matter how you try to mend it,

is never perfectly replaced.

[thenchokeme]

With you, this life itself was a success.

But the first failure we experienced together was love.

That was our love.