Heroes Don't Die

Kyle nodded; he would be lying if he said he hadn't, but he still had feelings for Naya after all this time, just fear got in the way, thinking that she had completely moved on and that he was just a bump in her life. And those feelings only got stronger after seeing her after all this time. "

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For Each “⭐️” I Get, I’ll Write A Headcanon About Our Muses

Kyle and Naya had been the definition of high school sweethearts. They met in sixth grade when Naya moved to town, and Kyle was the first person brave enough to walk up and introduce himself. What started as a simple friendship slowly grew into something deeper, until they became inseparable.

To anyone who knew them, they looked like the kind of couple that would make it. They balanced each other perfectly. Where one struggled, the other stepped in. They spent years building memories together and, as graduation approached, they talked about the future the way young people in love often do—college, careers, a home of their own, and a life spent side by side. It wasn't just a dream. They genuinely believed they would get there together.

Then Kyle made a mistake.

The kind of mistake that can change the course of a relationship forever.

One night at a graduation party, he betrayed the trust of the one person who meant more to him than anyone else. There was no excuse for it. He was young, immature, and selfish, but he never hid behind those facts. Understanding why he made the mistake never erased the damage it caused.

The relationship ended, and with it went the future they had spent years imagining.

For a long time, Kyle carried the weight of that decision. Not because he expected forgiveness, but because he understood what his actions had cost. He never stopped owning his mistake, and over the years he used that regret as motivation to become a better man than the boy he had once been.

Ten years later, fate brought Naya back into his life when she unexpectedly walked into the bar he owned.

The years between them seemed to disappear in an instant.

Old memories resurfaced. So did old feelings.

As they spent time together again, it became clear that the connection they once shared hadn't completely vanished. They could still talk for hours. They could still make each other laugh. The comfort they once found in each other's company was still there beneath the years and the hurt.

Kyle never asked Naya to forget what happened. He never expected her to. All he could do was show her the man he had become and hope she saw the difference for herself.

If he was being honest, a part of him would always wonder whether there was a chance to write a new chapter together. Naya had been the first girl he ever truly loved, and no relationship that followed ever managed to leave the same mark on his heart.

But more than anything, he simply wanted her in his life again.

If that meant friendship, he would accept it wholeheartedly. If it became something more, he would be grateful for the opportunity. The choice was never his to make alone.

@thinkitsforever

Send Me A ➹ And A FC, I’ll Create A Character On The Spot

Evelyn Sullivan was Raven's maternal grandmother and the mother of Adriana Sullivan. A gifted and highly respected witch, Evelyn dedicated her life to protecting humanity from supernatural threats. Unlike her daughter, who would later be consumed by grief and turn to dark magic, Evelyn believed magic was a tool for defending the innocent and preserving balance. She spent her life combating rogue witches, malevolent spirits, vampires, and other creatures that preyed upon mankind.

Known for both her compassion and formidable power, Evelyn was admired by allies and feared by her enemies. Those who knew her spoke of her kindness, wisdom, and unwavering courage, while darker forces regarded her as one of the greatest obstacles to their ambitions.

Her life was cut tragically short when a group of vengeful vampires attacked her family. Evelyn, her husband, and her eldest daughter were all killed in the massacre. She was only thirty-four years old at the time of her death, with much of her life still ahead of her. The tragedy left a lasting scar on her surviving daughter, Adriana, whose grief and desire for vengeance ultimately drove her toward dark magic and fueled her deep hatred of vampires.

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@inkdreamt

The call from the school had told Clark more than enough. Whatever had happened, it clearly hadn't been an easy day for Kara. He remembered those days all too well—the confusion, the isolation, the feeling that no matter how hard he tried, he never quite fit in. The difference was that he'd had Jonathan and Martha to help him through it. Now, it was his turn to be that person for someone else.

Making his way up the ladder to the loft, Clark wasn't surprised by what he found. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he spotted Kara near the telescope.

"I thought I'd find you up here."

He stepped further inside, taking a moment to glance around the familiar space. So many years later, the loft still felt the same. It had always been where he came when he needed to think, to get away from the noise, or simply to be alone with his thoughts. Crossing over, Clark settled onto one of the nearby seats.

"You know, my dad used to call this place my Fortress of Solitude long before the real one ever existed."

A quiet chuckle escaped him as he looked around. "When I was younger, whenever things got too complicated, this is where I'd come. School problems, questions about my abilities, trying to figure out who I was... I'd sit up here for hours sometimes."

He paused, folding his hands together. "And honestly? There were plenty of days when I felt completely alone."

Clark's gaze shifted toward Kara.

"I know things haven't exactly been easy for you. New planet. New people. New rules. On Krypton, you knew where you belonged. Here, everything's different."

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Chloe was hanging out with Kara at Talon, having coffee and just doing things girls their age did. Chloe, as always, was going over the new addition to the Wall of Weird.