When Your Favorite Writer Hasn't Updated Since 2020

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No, not you too, Luka!

the first time he sees your blush, he wanted to kiss you right there. He is the type that take things slow and go with flow, he doesn't want to force you to try anything, being near you and helping your daily stuff are enough for him. But.. That night when you study with him in his room, cheeks red because he compliment your training become better, he can't help but starring to your face.

"Katsuki? There's something on my face?"

He shook his head while grumbling softly with frown on his lip. "Nothing it just... Your damn cheeks is distracting me."

You raised your eyebrows confused. "What's wrong with my cheeks?" You said and Katsuki detect a sad voice from your lips.

He sigh with his ears tinted red. "No! That's not what I meant dammit...!" He rubs his face with his slightly sweating hands and looking at you with soften eyes. "You're so cute, can I kiss you?"

When I should be talking to guys my age but I keep thinking about men the same age as my dad.

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"Do you believe in love?"

No but I do believe in a 100k slow burn y/n fic so it's the same thing technically.

fuck it ik u cant rlly spot george weasley fans in the wild but i love this man and i have free will so i posted this 🩵

lover, you should've come over, 'cause it's not too late. | g. weasley

burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him. george weasley never wanted to be in love. but that day—that one special day from his first year that he'll forever hold dear - is when he caught a glimpse of your bewitching eyes and those stray ethereal curls he dreamt so much of touching. to hold you was to go to heaven—or so he said.

lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in. each passing moment with you was eternal—those moments when he touched you, when he felt like he wasn't a half of a whole; like he was his own person, only associated with you.

sometimes a man gets carried away when he feels like he should be having his fun, much too blind to see the damage he's done. there was this fight between the two of you, right before the great war. you knew there would be consequences in participating in it, whilst he was ever the griffindor—always fearless and courageous. he could remember your sad words of goodbye that night; when you held him so tightly whispering words of sugariness althought you made it very clear that you were on different sides. be brave, griffindor. be strong as the walls you've built around your heart.

his body turns, and yearns for a sleep that won't ever come. he could never live that way again. his old, carefree ways spent with his dear departed brother, fred—all gone. and the worse of all, you weren't there. you'll never be there again. all the sadness and destruction that happened in his life was all because he chose to stray away from you; from the everlasting sweetness you had provided his life. all gone, all gone.

sometimes a man must awake to find that, really he has no one. as he spent a whole year alone, with weasley's wizarding wheezes closed and his time spent all on trying to move on—he couldn't. he sees and hears and reads your name everywhere, may it be on the daily prophet where he reads that your family has moved on, or in his mother's mouth when she casually mentions that you have visited the burrow when he wasn't around. he hears your voice at his sister's pre-recorded messages from you, which contained all the sweet, kind words he wanted to hear. you were everywhere.

oh, love, well, he's waited for you. those months he spent with angelina—his brother's past girlfriend were only temporary soltitude; whilst his mind's peace when he was around you lasted forevermore. he couldn't help but compare your smile with her's, and how his words for angelina never seemed genuine. he felt like angelina, too, was looking for something she could never get back. and like two kindred souls, they decided being lonely together was better than mourning fred alone. it was too fast to be healthy for the both of them, and they knew that very well. so when things took a turn and they fighted, fighted, and fighted—he remembered you and how you fought, fought, and fought. all his fault.

sweet lover, you should've come over. him and angelina eventually separated, and his feet found itself on your door. he knocked, three times—your lucky number. and as soon as you opened the door, he begged, begged and begged.

"i know—i know that i am not worthy of standing at your door, but my love— let me; let me fall in love with you once more; not one single moment did i stop— so that i can truly prove to you that i am."

Luka's looking good in the new animation, he got a glow-up! I always thought he looked a little off in the old style.

FORGOT TO POST THIS HERE NAURRRRR

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