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genshindreamer · 1 year

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My child, the best?nurse ever!

Aka: They get injured and you "help".

Tw: Burning in Kaeyas, broken bones in Diluc's, Dottore being his own warning, prejudice in Itto's, infected wounds in Childe's, near death in Thoma's, Amputee! Gorou, OOC Dottore (I have no idea how it happened), mentions of reader having ears and tail on Gorou's, light Angst in Scaramocuhe's

Key: (m/n)= Mothers name, (y/n)= Your name

Translations: Baba=Father

I think reader is like 4-7, old enough to know they're hurt. But not old enough to really understand how to actually help yet.

Also thank you guys for almost 300 Followers! I was thinking of adding one these as a new dad for 300 followers. So please let me know who you'd like out of these on the straw poll Whoever gets the most votes gets added!

Voting is now over!

Kaeya

It had been a fairly simple thing, really. Dispatch some Abyss Mages, report back to Jean, coast clear, go back home.

Only these were the types of mages that were kind of annoying becusee they actually had some braincells to rub together.

So your father got a pretty nice burn on his torso.

They doctor figured he could be back out in a few weeks, but when he first got the burn, it hurt like hell!

Your mother was playing his sexy Beautiful Nurse.

Luckily you were there to be the most adorable little Assitant Nurse!

You came home from school and found your father relaxing in his chair after your mother so kindly changes the wraps around his torso.

"Daddy!" You grinned and ran to him.

He smiled and opened his arms.

You jumped into his arms, making him grunt.

"Careful, Snpwdrop, Daddy's still a little tender." He said, looking at you sweetly.

"Sorry..." you pouted and wrapped your arms around him.

Kaeya smiled and kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you.

"Daddy feel better?" You looked up at him.

Kaeya chuckled softly. "Your hugs make it all better, (y/n)."

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Diluc

Diluc got hurt quite a lot sadly, thanks to him being the hero after all.

Usually, they were just cuts or scrapes.

But everyone In a while, and he gets more seriously injured.

Like in this case, he broke his ankle.

Meaning he was in a cast for a while.

And your mother got the wonderful job of reminding Diluc that "no. You can't fight right now, you're just going to have to trust the KoF"

And you, were her backup.

"Come on Diluc, you can't go out. You're still in a cast." (M/n) said as she pushed him into bed. "Mondstat can survive a few months."

"You sure about that?" He half joked.

"I'm positive. Jean and the others are just as capable, as you." (M/n) said, sitting beside him and tracing patterns on his chest.

He rolled his eyes. "And the Tavern? Who's going to keep Kaeya and Venti from robbing the place?" At this point, he was just looking for an excuse. Grumpy man.

Your mother rolled her eyes and got up, walking away for a bit before returning with you. She gently threw you on the bed and crawled in bed too.

Diluc rolled his eyes but naturally wrapped his arms around you both. "My weakness..."He grumbled.

"I know." Your mother replied, laughing softly.

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Zhongli

Again, Zhongli hasn't been hurt in some time, especially when he had his gnosis.

Even now, years after he gave it up, he sometimes forgets that fact and will overestimate his abilities.

And those Lawlachurls are usually when he overestimates his abilities.

Zhongli managed to escape, but not without breaking a couple ribs.

Luckily, he had a cure little nurse.

"Baba okay?" You asked as you walked in to his bedroom early one morning. Well....early for you, your father had been up for hours.

He looked up from his book and smiled a bit. "I am fine, little one."

You walked closer to the edge of the bed and Zhongli glanced over to his wife before back to you. He smiled a bit.

"Anything I can do to help?" You asked sweetly.

Zhongli hummed in thought. "Think you can make baba some tea?" He asked. He had shown you how not long ago, after all, it was a very important skill.

You wandered to the kitchen and, using the step stool, began to carefully make the tea your baba wanted. You knew he had a fondness for Honey in his tea so you guessed the amount he put in.

You then made yourself some too, and took a cautious sip. You made a face but took another sip, and another. You wanted to be just like your baba and that involved you liking tea.

Shrugging, you brought the tea back to your Baba and presented it to him.

Zhongli chuckled fondly and carefully leaned down to pick you up, grunting. You were almsot to big for such things.

He sipped his tea and red, and you tried to follow along with what he was reading, but you were still pretty young and the words flew over your head.

Zhongli smiled a bit. "Would you like me to read to you?"

You nodded and cuddled up, eventually falling asleep to his deep, soothing voice.

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Xiao

This man is so stubborn when he's injured its not even funny.

He was stubborn before you came along, and after?

He never wanted you to see him be weak!

Which works great until you land on your back wrong. (Old man!)

So he was put out of commission for a few days.

Xiao groaned as he rose out of bed, cringing at the ache in his back. Was he getting out of shape? Or did he just get weak? Why did his back hurt so much? It's not like he hadn't landed on it before.

Granted, it usually wasn't on a very sharp rock that could have impaled him.

You panted out once he finally got sat up just hanging off the edge of the bed. Your mother had gone out to get more medicine for him from Baizhu.

You, being the curious 5 year old you were, opened the door and walked in.

"(Y/n)...you shouldn't be here..." Xiao grumbled but didn't....couldn't, do anything to stop you.

"Baba's hurt. I want to help." You said firmly. You walked further in the room and hopped on the bed.

"Hmg...careful." Xiao grunted out as you jostled the bed a bit too much. He took deep, controlling breaths.

You looked at the scars that littered your fathers presently bare torso, including the new one, located dangerously close to his spine.

You traced them all and Xiao turned to watch you, but didn't stop you.

Finally, you reached the new scar, and his back was all tense and hard where the rest of it was relatively soft.

Hesitantly, you applied pressure and watched your father groan. You remembered watching your mother do this for him yesterday so you began to mimic her motions. Of course, you didn't really help, but you also weren't not helping.

Xiao hissed in mild pain but looked at you fondly. He appreciated the gesture, even if it wasn't nearly as effective as your mother's.

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Kazuha

Being a Samurai, or at least, an ex-Samurai, your father didn't usually get hurt.

But that didn't mean it was impossible.

And honestly, he probably deserved this one.

See....he was walking out on some ice and slipped in just the wrong way, fracturing his wrist.

Honestly his pride was hurt more than anything.

Kazuha was sat on the sofa writing poetry to pass the time. Your mother was out tending to her garden when his arm began acting up, causing him to make a face.

You looked up from where you were trying your hand at Poetry with your father (it wasn't going too well).

You got up, wordlessly, and wandered to the kitchen and carefully prepared some tea woth herbs you knew your mom used to help your father, and you brought it over carefully.

"Daddy, I made this for you." You said.

Kazuha turned away and smiled at you presenting a far too large cup of tea, but who was he to scold you for a gesture so sweet?

"Ah, thank you, Bug." He smiled, ruffling your hair affectionately. He sipped the tea. It was a little too strong for him, but it wasn't by any means something he'd reject. You made it after all!

You sat next to him and cuddled up to him. "Daddy feel better?"

"Much."

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Venti

It's something that rarely happens. He prefers to do bard jobs, but sometimes he'll go with the traveller or the adventures guild.

And this can lead to him getting hurt. Usually though, the wounds fade.

But sometimes, he gets a little more injured.

It wasn't his week to have you, but your mother was out on a date (why did Venti feel jealous?) So he got you.

But he was also stabbed by a hillichurl so he had a nice limp.

"Daddy!" You grinned, running to him. He caught you in his arms and grunted a bit.

"Careful, Birdie. I hurt a little bit." He said, looking at you.

You tilted your head. "Hurt?"

"Yeah." He said, taking your hand and walking with you, trying to hide his limp.

You hummed and once you arrived at his apartment, you pushed him on the couch. "Sit." You ordered.

"Hm? (Y/n), what are you doing?" He asked.

"Daddy hurt and limping. So sit. I'm your nurse." You declared, and Venti let out his signature giggle.

"Alright, Birdie."

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Albedo

Sometimes, Albedo has to protect his lab from hillichurls. Nothing unusual.

But he got outnumbered and ended up getting hurt pretty badly.

Your mother went to town to get him some medical supplies since they used what they had at the lab.

You stayed with your father

"You need anything?" You asked, looking at where your father was sat on the sofa, holding his side.

Albedo smiled as he looked at you. "I'll be fine, (y/n)." He said.

You frowned at him, seeing how he still clearly hurt. You gently pushed him to lay down and Albedo looked puzzled.

You walked over to the cabinet in the small shack and pulled out the bandaid usually reserved for you, given they had some cute design on them. You walked back over and lifted your fathers shirt up, exposing his abdomen.

Albedo held hurt shirt up and watched as you put your bandaid on his new scab from the sword the hillichurl wielded.

You put the bandaid over it and kissed it, like your father did for you when you got hurt.

"Thank you." Albedo said, laughing softly.

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Itto

This man is clumsy as shit, tell me otherwise. I dare you.

So it's not too unusual to see him hurt

However, what is unusual is seeing his reaction to beans.

He was just midning his own business when some jerk decided to just throw beans at him. And then his buddies joined in.

And Itto ran to the safety of home, and his girlfriend.

"Itto! You okay?!" (M/n) said, running to him and pulling the normally big and strong Oni in her arms. She held his trembling form as the reaction worked its way through him.

"Just some beans. Nothing that...won't go away..." He mumbled.

Your mother frowned. Why couldn't people understand her Oni wasn't a bad guy? Sure, he was a little stupid, and maybe even dense, but he just...was so sweet and loving. Just loud, really.

You heard the commotion and wandered out from your room, holding your stuffed Ushi your mother had made.

"Oh no...Sweetie....you probably don't want to see this...." Itto said. Truthfully, he wasn't sure he got the beans fully off of him and he wasn't sure if you were as allergic to them as he was, and he didn't want to find out.

You however, didn't listen to him and made your way closer, seeing your father was lightly burned in some small spots.

You frowned and hugged him, making Itto tense, but he relaxed once he saw you weren't reacting to it. He held you in his strong bicep.

"Daddy okay?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Yeah. I'm much better now." He said. And it was true. You just had such magic little hugs!

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Ayato

Being a figure of nobility in Inazuma meant Ayato always had a target on his back, especially by organizations such as the Fatui.

He had been walking alo g the beach when he got ambushed by the Fatui.

Thankfully, he managed to take them out, but his usually white outfit was stained by red at his hip where he had been stabbed.

He sat on the bed while your mother, who thankfully had been a medic back in the day, was stitching him up.

He hissed a bit in pain, but watched as you made your way to him. "(Y/n)...you shouldn't have to see this." He said.

You shook your head and carefully climbed on the bed and hugged your father, laying on the bed with him as your mother kept working, a fond smile gracing her beautiful features.

Ayato smiled a bit but didn't squeeze you or anything through his stitching process. He instead ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead.

Your mother smiled and cut the remaining thread and wrapped the wound. "There." She said.

Ayato carefully rolled over onto his back, holding you in one arm and opening the other. "You want to join?"

Your mother laughed softly and wrapped her arms around him, and Ayato held his small family in his arms and gazed at your mother with a loving look.

Hmm....maybe once he heals he should consider expanding the family?

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Childe

Being a Harbringer isn't exactly the safest job out there.

Especially for someone as battle hungry as Childe.

So it wasn't unusual for him to come woth a few new scars to add to thr collection.

That being said, it was unusual for him to faint at the door.

"Ajax!" Your mother yelled in surprise in caught her husband before he would have fell.

You watched, whimpering. Did your daddy die? Your little mind just could process.

"(Y/n), cam you grab the first aid kit under the sink in our bathroom?" She asked while she got your father on the bed.

You nodded and walked to your parents bedroom and them into the bathroom, opening the cabinet and grabbing the white box, and wandering back out. "Here mama!" You said.

Your mother smiled and looked over your fathers body for wounds and saw a pretty bay infected one.

"Stupid Harbringer..." She mumbled under her breath.

"What?" You tilted your head.

"Nothing! Nothing!" Your mother chuckled nervously.

She quickly cleaned the wound after draining the pus (ew). She stitched it closed, thankful she had gotten pretty good at patching your fathers wounds.

She threw away what she used and sighed, covering Ajax with a blanket.

You smiled and snuggled into him for warmth, manipulating him so his arm rested over you.

Your mother gave a soft look, watching the scene.

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Thoma

He was doing some errands around Inazuma, as per usual

That was, until a group of Treasure Hoarders ambushed him. There was so many of them and Thoma was only one man

So for as good of a fighter he was, he got overwhelmed and defeated.

He was lucky that Yoimiya found him.

How long had it been? Was his first thought as he opened his eyes, finding himself in a hospital. He swallowed thickly and shakily tried to sit up, but he gave out, collapsing back on the bed.

"Be careful, Lovie." Your.mother sais, walking over to him. "You've been out for a couple of weeks...."

Thoma went pale. A couple weeks? How were you then? Did you know?

Your mother laughed softly. "They're fine." She assured. "I just didn't want them to see you like that. But since you're awake, I will bring them tomorrow." She assured.

Thoma relaxed slightly.

....

The next day, your mother brought you to your fathers hospital room, where he was shakily eating some Ramen.

He took one final mouthful and swallowed the noodles before setting the bowl aside. "Come here!"

You grin and ran to him, and he lifted you onto his he'd and kissed your cheek, and you giggled at the feel of his stubble.

"Daddy!" You grinned and Thoma nuzzled you. "Missed you!"

Thoma felt his heart burst with cuteness. "Missed you too." He replied and held you close, squeezing you gently.

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Gorou

Since he wasn't a general anymore, he very rarely, if ever, battled anything anymore.

He just wasn't as limber as he used to be with two prosthetics.

But, sometimes, he'd get phantom pains.

Those days were rough on the poor doggy general.

Gorou hayes the mornings he woke up feeling like his stumps burned. Like he could feel them being sawed off.

They used to happen all the time, but hadn't had the phantom pains in a long while.

His ears flattened in pain, whimpering softly. Dammit. He was so weak...

(M/n) woke uo, and rolled over to look at him. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and Gorou turned to her.

"It's okay." She said softly. "You just relax today, you've earned it." She said, sitting up.

"I didn't mean to wake you..." He said softly.

She just kissed his cheek and got up to make breakfast.

You woke up to the smell of food and frowned seeing your father wasn't making breakfast like usual. "Daddy?"

Your mother looked up. "He's having a rough day. I was going to make his favorite breakfast today, want to help?"

You nodded and helped your mother make breakfast, and you carefully carried the wooden tray of food to their bedroom.

Gorou perked his ears up hearing his two favorite people enter the room, and he saw the breakfast. "Aww...you guys..."

You smiled, tail wagging, as you went to your father and presented the tray.

He smiled and took the tray on his lap and admired the sweet gesture before you and your mother joined him in bed, sandwhiching him in between you two, not that he minded.

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Scaramouche

Scaramouche thought he knew pain.

But when he went to Sumeru and got his gnosis ripped out from him just after your 5th birthday?

He was lost. Utterly lost.

He returned home, defeated. Weak.

He lost his purpose.

He walked in the door, quietly. He didn't want to wake you guys. He clutched his chest, feeling how empty it was. It was like his heart was ripped from his chest.

Who was he anymore? He wasn't the sixth Fatui Harbringer anymore. He wasn't a puppet cast aside. And he sure as hell didn't deserve the title of 'dad'.

He felt as though he had been reset. Perhaps he had.

He heard footsteps and saw (m/n), the only person to never cast him aside when by all rights she should have.

She didn't say anything, just gave a face of pity and walked to him, wrapping her arms around him and cradling him, running her fingers through his hair.

Scaramouche broke down, crying. Finally letting his walls crumble to ruins.

(M/n) startled before tightening her grip on him and rubbing his back.

"Who am I?" He asked her, although muffled by her soft chest.

"Well, I'm not sure I'm the one who can answer that question, Scara, that something you'll have to figure out for yourself." She said softly.

He sighed softly and held her close before hearing you.

"Dad!" You greeted and ran to.him, and Scara felt his heart skip a beat. He didn't say anything when you approached and joined the hug. He didn't push you away, in fact, he held you close.

....

Months passed, and Scaramouche's mind was still a haze, but when he saw you wear his old fat, that was, far too big for your head, he gave a fond chuckle as you stumbled to.him, unable to see over the brim.

He gently lifted it up so he could see your face. You beamed at him and Scaramocuhe smiled. Maybe....maybe he did deserve one title.

Dad.

Next he knew, he felt a weight in his hand and looked to see an anemo vision, and you grinned.

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Dotorre

He wasn't usually sent out in the field, despite being a harbringer. He was far better served in a Labratory.

If he was called out, he usually would send a clone.

But the Tsarista requested him personally to deal with the Traveller in Fontaine, to slow them down.

And he obliged.

Needless to say, the traveller defeated him, not without a few wounds themselves, but Dottore was simply no match anymore.

He managed to find his way back to his lab, thanks to a teleporter he had built in his lab.

You mother had been keeping an eye on his expiraments for him, mostly his test subjects. Series, when she was particularly impatient, she'd remind them that they were locked up with a mad scientist and his equally mad lab assistant. (You really think she'd get with Dottore with a completely sane mind?)

But she turned seeing Dottore appear, clutching his side. It was bleeding, and quite badly. His face was pale, and getting paler by the second.

"Dottore!" She said in surprise but caught him as he stumbled towards her as if drunk. He wasn't in good shape, that was for certain.

She carefully let him use her as a crutch as she got him to a more private part of thr lab. She began to get IV full of various medications attached to him. And one of spare blood.

She waited for the pain medication to kick in before she began to patch him up.

Luckily for her, Dottore made some strong ass medicine. Unfortunately, it made it's subjects higher than a kite.

He mumbled, mostly nonsense about the traveller and how annoying they were, before he finally turned to her. "I missed you." He said.

She looked up, startled. She smiled a bit. "I missed you too." She continued to stitch him up.

He watched her carefully, and sighed a bit.

He stayed silent until she finished. He could feel himself slipping away to unconscious, his body needing to heal.

"I...." His voice was slurring. "I love you...(m/n)"

Your mother paused, turning to him. She wanted to believe what he said, so badly. But...he wasn't in the right state of mind.

"Id love to hear all about it, when you're not hooked up to Morphine." Was her simple response.

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Dottore woke up the next day, seeing all the medications he no longer was hooked up too. His body hurt like he had been hit by a meteorite.

He rubbed his head, and the scene from last night popped into his mind. He pursed his lips, but he didn't push the idea out of his mind, either, like he usually did.

(M/n) was special to him, he knew that much. You think he would have had a child with her (or rather, give her a choice if she wanted to have the child?) If he didn't?. But love? A strong word. But the evidence was strong.

He sighed, confused, but looked up as you walked in.

He chuckled seeing you had what appeared to be homework in your hands.

"(Y/n)....what is that you got?" He asked, sitting up a bit.

"Science." You said, pouting. "The teacher explained it funny..."

"Is that so?" He mused. "Why don't you come up here, little one?" He pat the spot next to him and you beamed at the opportunity.

Usually, your father didn't let you get so close to him. Sure, a pat on the head here, maybe even a hug on your birthday, but outright inviting you close? You weren't going to waste the opportunity.

You climbed up next to him and kept a distance, but shyly scooted closer after a moment, shocked he didn't push you away.

"Now, what is it?" He looked at you and you showed him the paper. He read it over. The paper was simply on the science of the water cycle and nature.

Sure, not a field he was known for, but he was a smart man, and in all fairness, you were only 6 so this was basic stuff to him.

He wrapped an arm around you as he explained it to you.

Your mother walked in on the scene and she stopped, stunned.

Dottore looked at her as he watched you write the summery you two had worked on together for the paper. "What?"

"Nothing...it's just..." She stammered

"Not what you expected....?" He supplied.

She nodded, hesitant.

He chuckled. "I suppose that's to be expected. Being away...it made me raise a few things about myself I had been avoiding." He said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

He then turned to her. "Nothing I said last night was a lie."

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Omg how did Dottore's get so long? I was just vibing I guess lol? It's funny, I always swore I'd hate that man yet I think I actually fell in love with him instead.

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grimyandereencantosimp · 1 year

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Platonic yandere Bruno madrigal with a child! reader

Tw: (Slightly) Overprotective yandere, fluff :)

Bruno is a such a sweetheart when it comes to you.

He'll treat you like you're his own child.

He loves spoiling you.

He loves spending time with you.

Doing little plays with the rats to make you laugh,

Or telling you little jokes.

He loves it when you smile and laugh.

Especially when he was the one who made you smile/laugh.

Bruno is quite overprotective of you, no matter what.

And will always be by your side no matter what.

#Bruno madrigal #platonic yandere #Yandere bruno #Platonic #Child! reader #Yandere encanto #encanto #Encanto x reader

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therapy-ghost · 5 months

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I have a request to make if you are willing. Platonic yandere lamia Mitsuri x child reader who loves snakes

this is a lamia by the way

please and thank you.

hey hey hey! I’m alive and here to answer your request!

YANDERE! Platonic! Mitsuri Kanroji x child! Reader

She is over the moon when she first sees you not freak out

and is even more happy to here that you love snakes, and know a lot about them!

she has you away from all the… ‘permanent’ Residents… if you know what I mean.

Plays with you a ton and is interested in anything you bring up.

she will coil her tail around you to keep you comfy if you want to take a well deserved nap after playing for so long

begs you to stay and play more when you need to go home and will be sad until you come back the next day

eventually, she escalates to thinking of trapping you in her hole but at first thinks its wrong

but then she does do it because she is tired of having ‘her’ child leave.

so she keeps you under close watch in her hole and will try and act like she hasn’t kidnapped you

Hope you liked it

#Yandere Misturi Kanroji #Yandere Demon slayer #Yandere x reader #Yandere Demon slayer x reader #Demon slayer x reader #Child! Reader #I’m Tired!!!

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coffeehighallthetime-blog · 8 months

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I am Kind Not Complacent Chpt 2

I am Kind not Complacent chpt 2

{prev},{next}

Heimdall gow x reader

word count: 6 k

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hello and thank you to every single person who has liked, commented, and reblogged my silly little story. I'm so glad I can make a few people smile and share my little fic. if anyone would like me to tag them to make finding the next chapter easier in the future please don't be afraid to ask!

as always, enjoy and have fun reading!

@engardeitsme as always, love bouncing ideas off and getting to share stuff with you before I post it! thank you for helping again! @lunaryasha @nokolla I hope you enjoy Thank you so much for your support and kind words <3

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As YN got closer to the training grounds, Her limbs got ridged and her steps were more sluggish.

“Um, Mal?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t think I can do this.” She froze in her tracks, whimpering as Mal tried to move her forward. She sighed and grabbed hold of the girl’s arm. YN leaned against her pulling, digging her heels into the mossy floor. “I-I mean I’ve only fought to get away, I don’t know anything about combat!” she looked up at Mal pleading, Her cheeks going rosy in embarrassment, “A-and I don’t know these people…” Mal huffed, looking back at Thor and Heimdall as they seemed to be waiting for YN, getting more and more annoyed the longer she took to get there.

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice really, do you? No come on, I'll introduce you. But you need to act properly. They are the Aesir princes and as someone under Asgard they now rule over you as well, you should know,” Mal tried to encourage the girl while also pressing it was important not to keep the princes waiting, “I’m sure they won’t go hard on you, dear little thing.”

“Oh? Are they nice?” YN asked, a bit hopeful. Mal looked at her as if she had grown a second head.

“Ni-? No, they’re princes. But you’re so small and sweet, so they may lose interest in you. Where did you say you were from again?”

“Vanaheim.”

“...Mmh,” Mal just hummed, now getting s bit nervous herself for the girl.

YN frowned at Mal’s lack of help. She almost felt like she was going to throw up. Meeting new people? who were mean? And she had to spare with them?

“B-but why do I have to? Why now? I-I just got here, d-don’t you think-”

“Ah ah ah, don’t you go doing that negotiating thing. I saw what you did at breakfast. Now let’s hurry on, I rather not keep the Aesir princes waiting.” YN swallowed thickly, looking down at her feet as she allowed Mal to drag her the rest of the way. They stopped at the edge of the sparing area, where the dirt had gone wet and muddy from constant trampling. Thor quickly blocked a hit from young Heimdall and looked over at Mal and the girl.

“Lord Thor, Lord Heimdall,” Mal lowered her head and put her hand on YN’s head to elicit a bow as well. “This is YN, a guest of the All-Father’s. She is to train with you today for an introduction to Aesir's fighting tactics.”

“Took you long enough, come here, I don’t have all day.” Thor didn’t even glance an eye at Mal, his focus purely on YN who gulped as he pointed to a spot at his feet. Heimdall didn’t even spare her a glance as he made his way to the opposite side of the circle across from Thor. YN felt Mal give her one more nudge as she finally moved to stand in front of the thunder god.

“I will take my leave,” Mal stated, before turning back towards the great lodge. YN tightened her fists as she watched Mal retreat. Thor crossed his arms as the girl stood in front, craning her neck up at him. She gulped and dipped into a deep bow. ‘Just introduce yourself, don’t speak too much, and maybe this won’t be so bad. Maybe they’ll go easy if I’m polite.’ YN thought she heard a scoff come from behind her at the thought. But that was impossible.

“Hello, my name is YN of Vanaheim and I am the goddess of peace. I was brought here to-” She peeked up at the sound of Thor clicking his tongue in annoyance or boredom, she wasn’t sure. She swallowed thickly, focusing on her feet, “U-um to be of assistance in some way t-to the All-Father?”

Yn gasped at a sudden large hand on her shoulder, roughly twisting her to face the blond boy on the other side of the sparing circle, and nearly tripped into the mud as she was shoved forward.

“Quickly, let’s see where you are. Heimdall, keep her face intact. We don’t want to be scolded by Father, do we?” YN could almost hear the smirk in Thor’s voice and tried not to show her fear as the boy in front of her picked up two swords, the blades dulled for training. He tossed one to the girl and she caught it before it hit the ground, surprised at the weight of it. YN was shocked as the boy seemed to disappear from in front of her and yelped as she was kicked sharply in the back, skidding in the mud but staying on her feet. She whipped around to see Heimdall starting to circle her, smirking with his lips but glaring at her intensely.

“Gods you pathetic. ‘Maybe I’ll go easy if you’re polite’? Ha!” he laughed sarcastically, before sneering and rushing YN. She moved quickly to try and block, their swords straining against each other as he leaned in, overpowering her easily.

“Wh-what are you talking about?” Her eyes widened as she processed his words. What would happen if she failed? Would she be shunned again, would she be shut out? Didn’t she want to go home? Why did the thought of isolation suddenly scare her so much?

She thought of how to get out of the stalemate, wanting to parry and jump back to put some distance so she could have more options. But as she moved to do so, Hiemdall was quick to twist her around and shove her back from him. While she stumbled, her back turned, he moved quickly again, grabbing her by a fistful of hair and kneeing her hard in the ribs.

“And thinking we could ever get along? That you’ll ever belong here? Don’t make me laugh. Crawl on your belly like a dog and maybe I’ll tell the All-Father to send you back to your hovel in one piece, Vanir scum.” there was venom in his voice. Even at this young age, godly strength knocked the air out of her and she sputtered, coughing up drops of blood onto his once pristine tunic. He scoffed in disgust and pushed her back. Her mind raced as her vision blurred. She dissected the situation, his movements, reaction time, and words. She caught her breath, feeling him approach again behind her, and whipped around, knocking him in the brow with the hilt of her sword. Heimdall stumbled back in a daze and stared at the girl in disbelief. He wasn’t planning on retaliation, so he had stopped reading her movements.

He watched her as she panted, her face contouring into a snarl as she squared her shoulders and changed her stance from submissive to feral; like a beast trying to get away from a hunter. Desperate, scared, angry.

“That’s a dirty trick,” she growled out, straightening to stare into his eyes, “you have some nerve crawling into spaces you’re not welcome.” he was caught off guard by the statement, shocked that she had found him out so quickly. Thor meanwhile just rolled his eyes on the sidelines, thinking his brother was a fool for talking too much and revealing his hand so easily. Heimdall flushed in embarrassment as he heard Thor’s thoughts prodding into his head and growled, lunging in frustration. YN was able to narrowly dodge and the two circled each other.

“You catch on fast,” Heimdall offered with a sneer.

“You talk too much,” YN bit back, guarding her body just in time as Heimdall attacked again.

Thor noticed the following pattern:

Heimdall would always attack first, getting a few good hits in. he moved fast, and precise; then got cocky and didn’t remember to put space between him and his opponent. He had a bad habit at his young age of underestimating enemies and didn’t use his foresight as fluidly as he should be,(or so Odin thought, and told Thor to push him harder.)

YN was the opposite. She seemed to almost run away, backing away and refusing to keep her eyes off her opponent for as long as possible, and constantly whipping around to try and keep up. She would try to defend herself, taking a slash to the arm, or leg while protecting her core, and when Heimdall got careless she would go in to retaliate. Her movements were hard-hitting and violent, going for jabs hard enough to push Heimdall across the field or knock the air out of his lungs. That said, she was precise in her own way. Thor also noticed that as Heimdall seemed not to care where he hit the girl, aiming for arteries, joints, and soft spots; she only aimed for places that would discombobulate him, throw him off balance, and put space between them. Thor stroked his beard in thought, calling out to Heimdall.

“You need to use your powers, Heimdall,” He scolded, “you underestimate too much, and you need to do so quickly, process the information, and act accordingly.”

“Underestimate?” Heimdall scoffed and dropped his stance to stifle a sarcastic laugh. YN stiffened at the mockery and growled.

“Well, what kind of god who can read minds lets his opponent land hits on him?” She barked, blocking another attack and ducking to elbow him in the side. Heimdall was quick to pary and kicked against the length of her sword, knocking her off balance.

“Maybe you just think yourself too highly. What is a goddess of peace supposed to be able to do in a real fight? You haven’t attacked me once! Goddess of pushovers more like!” He cackled, nearly doubling over. YN dropped her stance, her cheeks searing red in anger and embarrassment.

“Try goddess of logic and tactic, you oaf!” Her heart pounded in her ears as her anger started to rise. She wanted to stand up for herself. She wanted to reason with him. She wanted to rip his tongue out from his teeth and-

“Ooh! Such snark! Not very peaceful of you, Queen Kindness ~”

“I’m warning you!” ‘Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. Don’t let your anger get the best of you. It will only end badly. Just breath.’

“Oh or what? You’ll sign a peace treaty? Bake me a cake? Cry and beg for forgiveness?” Heimdall was almost out of breath from laughter, and YN saw red. Suddenly time stood still as Heimdall’s laughter was cut off by a mound of mud flying into his face. YN watched satisfied as the dirt dripped down his chin and smeared down the front of his tunic.

Thor snorted and threw his head in laughter as he watched Heimdall swipe his hand down his face, his fiery pink eyes searing holes into the girl's face.

“I told you to shut up!” she shouted, She reeled her hand back with another pile of mud. Heimdall dodged, running at her full force and grabbing her face, slamming her down into the mud.

“You repulsive little worm.” he snarled, watching her sink into the ground under his weight. With her face still covered under his palm, she blindly grabbed another fistful and slammed it into the side of his head, knocking him off of her and deafening him in one ear momentarily. Thor was wheezing, doubled over the fence. YN stood slowly, the weight of water and dirt seeped into her clothes and hair dragging her down. She looked down at her grimy hands and shook them once, spraying mud and hitting Heimdall with droplets of muck.

“I don’t bake cake” she stated, smearing mud off her face nonchalantly. “But you’ll find I’m quite good at mud pies,” She smirked as Heimdall shook his head, regaining his senses. The next three minutes were full of pure chaos.

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“ Sire, are you certain that Lord Thor and Lord Heimdall were the best suited for the job of testing the girl’s abilities?” A man with curved horns spoke, walking a foot behind Odin at all times.

“Of course. Heimdall and her are nearly the same age, so it’s a fair fight wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes sir, but Heimdall is young and doesn’t know how to hold back at times. That with his fighting prowess and Thor’s…buffoonery, may cause a bit of disastrous cocktail.” Odin laughed at Mimir’s statement, holding his belly.

“I always appreciate your bluntness, dear friend!” Odin regains his composure with a sigh, still smiling slightly. “That may be true, but I need Heimdall to read the girl’s mind. And because he is progressing so slowly, he still needs to be close and be able to concentrate, making the whole ordeal less than ideal. And Thor? He’s just grounded and I knew he would hate the job of babysitting.” Mimir frowned at this, not sure why Odin was so carefree about having his two most hot-headed sons be with their new guest. “ I fear Tyr or Baldur would go far too easy on the poor creature. I need results quickly to see where she stands. I just hope they haven’t beaten her too badly.”

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Mud flew in every direction, both from wads being thrown at each other, or residual splatter from tackling each other into the ground and wrestling each other like feral little goblins.

“Ugh!! You are such a little weasel!” YN screamed as Heimdall managed to slip behind her, shoving mud down the back of her shirt, but not before she flipped around and tackled him to the ground, shaking his shoulders violently and slamming him into the mud. He growled, his eyes glowing as he flipped her over, pinning her to the ground under his hips and yanking her hair, smearing it with dirt.

“Oh yeah!? Well, you’re nothing but a squawking raven!”

YN reached up, yanking at Hiemdall’s mud-caked hair, pulling so they flipped and rolled across the floor. Heimdall elbowed her in the eye. She yelped and punched him in the nose, pinning him to the ground, and closed the gap between them. Her hands found home around his throat and she didn’t feel herself squeeze, tighter, tighter, tighter. Heimdall gasped for air, kneeing her in her already bruised ribs. She screamed out in pain, her grip loosening and Heimdall threw her off, making her skid into the mud, curling up in pain as her side throbbed.

“Hey, alright, that’s enough,” Thor called, getting closer to the two, still chuckling at the state of his brother. Heimdall heaved, grabbing a sword that lay forgotten in the mud.

“Heimdall, come on, put the sword down,” Thor spoke firmly this time, reaching to grab the sword, Heimdall yanked free of his hold and trudged over, raising the sword above his head to swing down, YN nursed her side and prepared to dodge and tackle him again.

“Heimdall!”

“ What is the meaning of this!?” A voice boomed, making the children both freeze. YN watched as Heimdall’s eyes widened in horror, dropping the sword and stepping away from her immediately, getting down on one knee in the mud and bowing his head, eyes screwed to the ground. Thor followed, not even the hint of a smile on his face anymore. YN finally looked up, seeing Odin approaching with a scowl on his face, followed by a man with curved horns atop his head, his eyes shining with what looked like opals.

Odin turned immediately to Thor, his arms crossed and his foot tapping as he waited impatiently for an answer. Thor straightened, deciding to look at the children instead of his father.

“They were just sparing, All-Father. Nothing but some roughhousing.”

“Roughhousing?” Mimir drawled out as he walked closer to YN. “They’re covered head to toe in filth. And this one’s eye is swollen shut!” He grabbed YN's face to get a good look at the bruising. He tutted and walked over to Heimdall, looking him over as well. Heimdall winced as the man checked his nose. “Oh lovely,” he spoke sarcastically, looking back at Thor and Odin. “his nose is broken!”

Odin sighed, bordering on a groan as he pinched the bridge of his nose. YN couldn’t explain it but despite what only looked like mild frustration, there seemed to be electricity in the air. She was not blind to the way Heimdall seemed to cower under his father’s gaze, and Thor seemed so small all of a sudden in the All-Father’s presence. The way everyone reacted to him unnerved YN and she hated the feeling of tension closing in on everyone.

“Boys, I told you to train her, not maim her. Mimir helps her up, will you?”

Mimir gently grabbed her arm, helping her to stand, and walked her over to Odin’s side.

“ S-sir it was my fault. I-I’m no good at fighting! I fought desperately and my temper got the better of me, I’m deeply truly sorry.” She tried to reason. Heimdall peaked up at her, confused as to why she would bother to take the blame. She didn’t know him or his brother. Didn’t she know what would happen if she spoke out of turn? Heimdall couldn’t help the pang of jealousy he felt at the way his father acted towards the girl. How his voice softened. Was she manipulating him? Heimdall tried reading her mind but he was still dazed from the scuffle the two had had.

Odin cut off the girl’s apologies by holding his hand up, shushing her silently.

“ I won’t hear it. You are a guest and in a strange new land. You were taken from your home and told to fight without any time to understand what was going on. I simply wasn’t thinking. And for that, I am sorry. I was supposed to come here to introduce you and watch you spar, not fight! But I thought to myself, ‘Surely my sons will do well in some friendly competition. I mustn’t worry so much!’ Isn’t that what I said, Mimir?”

“Yes, sir.” Mimir nodded, but YN felt his hand tense against her shoulder. Odin nodded and scowled at Heimdall and Thor, shaking his head with a sigh.

“But I suppose I was wrong to trust them with such a simple task.” YN was caught off guard as she felt Odin’s hand rest on her head.

“Are you alright, child?” YN looked up at him and nodded meekly. He smiled and pushed the girl over towards the two still bowing in the dirt. “Get up.” They stood quickly. Thor looked his father in the eyes, while Heimdall struggled to do the same, his hands squeezed tight at his sides. Odin nudged the girl forward. “I’d like all three of you to apologize to each other.”

At this, the girl immediately bowed, apologizing for letting things get out of hand. Now that her anger had subsided all she felt was anxiety at the tension in the air. YN wanted nothing more than to apologize and hopefully get along with everyone. She turned to Thor and looked up with big round eyes.

“ I apologize, Lord Thor, for not paying better attention to your encouragement and advice, and instead letting my nerves take over. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to teach me.” Thor let out a harumph, looking away. But then sighed and lowered his head in a passive bow.

“Yeah… sorry I didn’t keep a better eye on you both.” Odin scoffed, not satisfied but knowing that was the best he’d get out of Thor. He looked down at Heimdall expectantly, who just seemed to be frozen in place. Yn stuck out her hand as a peace offering.

“I’m deeply sorry, Lord Heimdall. I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly.” Heimdall tsked at the statement and didn’t move. YN looked him in the eyes and he heard her thoughts.

‘I know you can hear me. Shake my hand, and play along. Unless you want to get in more trouble.’ He clicked his tongue in annoyance but with the nudge of her thought and the searing eyes of his father, he grabbed her hand and shook it.

“No my…lady…” he strained with a smile, his brow twitching “The fault is mine for thinking you could withstand a fight with me. I must remember that you are a woman, and therefore, weak and delicate. Like a baby bird,” She smiled back, squeezing his hand so tight that the tip of her fingers turned white.

‘I’ll show you delicate, you little weasel.’She thought, her brow twitching as she pried her hands away and noticed him flex his hand subtly at his side to subside the aching of her anaconda squeeze.

“There, see? All better now! Mimir, take our guest to the infirmary will you?” Mimir nodded, guiding YN away. When they were out of earshot, Odin’s smile disappeared and he looked at his sons expectantly.

“What have you learned?”

“She is reactive in her fighting.” Thor started his report, “ only attacking after her opponent makes a move. Otherwise, she’s a bit of a chicken shit. Kept running away from Heimdall until the only choice was to fight back.”

“Hn…” Odin looked down at the younger boy. “So she was trying to run away and you still ended up like this? Honestly, Heimdall.”

“B-but father-“

“ I don’t want to hear it.” Heimdall shut his mouth stiffly. Odin repeated his original question, directing all his attention to Heimdall. The boy swallowed thickly and remembered her thoughts and the way they rushed one after the other.

“She…she’s a goddess, and she’s from Vanaheim. She wanted to avoid fighting me, kept trying to find a way to introduce herself, and thought being polite would stop me from hurting her. She kept trying to calm herself down, so I provoked her to see where she would go from there. She’s hotheaded and immature. I don’t think she can be trusted. You should just send her back.” Heimdall fidgeted as he spoke and Odin lost his patience, grabbing the boy’s chin roughly to look up at him.

“Unfortunately that’s not in the cards just yet, son. She’s a child, and a goddess, therefore powerful and unpredictable. We need to keep an eye on how she grows and see if we can use her for the betterment of Asgard before one of our enemies finds her and uses her against us. You understand, don’t you?” Odin squeezed Heimdall’s chin as he posed the question. Heimdall whimpered slightly at the pain of Odin’s bony fingers digging into his skin and just barely was able to nod. Odin abruptly released his son, smiling brightly. “Good. So then, anything that we can use to get her to trust us? Get her to work with us?” Heimdall nodded again, reaching up to rub his sore chin.

“She’s very lonely and pathetic…, which you can use to gain her trust, All-Father. She seems passive in her solutions but she is also quick to anger and frustration so it would be important to keep that in mind during any negotiations…”

Odin looked down at his son, taking in the information. He hummed in satisfaction and nodded.

“ alright. Good. I can work with that.” With that, Odin turned to walk away, paused, and spared Heimdall a glance over his shoulder. “Clean yourself up. You’re filthy.”

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“What’s his problem, anyway? Is everyone in Asgard as… volatile?” YN asked as Mimir prepared an ice pack for her. He snorted and shook his head.

“Heimdall is a special cocktail of issues, lass. Best to keep away from him. He’s a spoiled little prince, and I’m afraid the way he’s going it will only get worse.” He walked over to her with a white cloth. He dipped it in a bowl of warm water, rang it out, and pressed it to the girl’s swollen eye. She hissed, pulling away slightly, but Mimir kept her head gently in place, blotting the wound. “Stay still, I know it stings but I need to get all the dirt and blood off.” YN stayed tense but allowed Mimir to clean the wound. There was silence in the room, save for the slow trickle of water from the towel being run out every once in a while. YN interrupted the quiet.

“Are you allowed to say that about the princes?” She asked meekly, looking up at Mimir with her good eye. He raised a brow, dipping the cloth in the water again and going back to cleaning.

“Are you going to rat me out?” He posed, grabbing the ice he had prepared and holding it up to her face. YN shook her head slightly and smiled as Mimir simply shrugged, “Then I have nothing to worry about. Besides, my loyalties lie with the All-Father, not his band of brats. Like I said, best to just keep away.” YN thought for a moment and shook her head, holding the ice to her face as Mimir walked away to grab some medicine for the cuts on her face.

“That doesn’t seem right. Why should they be able to do whatever they want at the expense of others? Because they’re royalty? They should be held to even higher standards considering the power they have.”

“What we think is right and what will end up happening are two different things. Best to forget the whole thing to save yourself the disappointment.”

“And who taught you that? Was it the All-Father?” Mimir stilled, seeming to be in deep thought. YN pouted, guilty at the tension she had caused.“ I-I’m sorry.” Mimir shook his head, a smile returning to his face.

“It’s alright. It’s just… you’re quite forward for a young goddess in a new place.” YN frowned at that. She wasn’t really sure how she was supposed to be acting. She had spent so long working off instinct, that it may have made her a bit blunt in her words and actions. Mimir let the silence hang as she fidgeted with her ice pack before deciding to elaborate.

“… I’m not from here… Asgard, I mean. Hel, I’m not even from the 9 realms.” He looked back at YN and chuckled as she straightened her posture, her interest peaked. “ I’m a Fae, a Goodfellow. I used to be a fool to a Celtic faerie king.” He got a faraway look in his eye, as he slowed the grinding of herbs. She swung her feet as she waited for him to continue, tilting her head in curiosity. “What’s a Fae? What’s Celtic?” Mimir snorted at this, shaking his head.

“That’s too long a story. The point is that I’m an outsider, like you. And I wasn’t happy where I was so I left… things may seem rough here, but they are better than they were. That’s what I hold onto. This is all new to you, and new is strange. The All-Father told me a bit about your background. Going from complete isolation to being surrounded by people and sparing lessons is a lot, and I apologize for your rushed introduction to Asgard thus far.”

Yn nodded, thinking about her own home. There was nothing for her there, really. And though Heimdall and Thor were less than pleasant and Odin had not yet shown he could be fully trusted, there were already things YN felt would be hard to let go of. The food she was able to eat here, the feeling of a warm bed and a crackling fire, the sound of people moving to and fro in the morning. The sound of people living around her, unbothered.

“ Odin called you Mimir…that means wise one doesn’t it?”

“ yes. I am Mimir, the smartest man alive.” He said proudly. He saw as the girl raised her brow in confusion and chuckled, “I am the ambassador of the gods and the nine realms, I know every corner of the realms, everything that has happened, every language spoken, every moment in time past now.” YN’s eyes widened in awe, to meet someone who claimed to know so much of the world after she had been isolated from it for so long, it made her mind soar. YN pulled the ice from her eye and balled her hands together in anxious excitement.

“ Would you… Would you be able to teach me? Please?!” She pleaded, nearly shaking with excitement. Mimir pretended to think about it, stroking his beard.

“ Oh? I dunno, it’s a lot of information I’d be throwing at you. Could be a bit boring.”

“Yes, that’s what I want! I want to learn about the realms, I want to help build connections, That’s what Odin said I’d be able to do here! Will you please teach me, Mimir?”

The truth was, he was tasked with keeping an eye on the girl and taking her under his wing. Odin wanted him to teach her about the relations of Asgard to the rest of the realms and see if she could aid in Mimir and Tyr’s growth of Agard’s connections. He looked back down at the girl, guilt buried at the back of his mind. She was only here to be used. But then, weren’t they all in some way?

“I suppose I could use an apprentice. But don’t whine when you feel you're being thrown over the deep end.”

“Yes!” she cheered, hopping off the table. She bowed deeply, before looking back up at the man with a hopeful smile. “Thank you, Mr. Mimir. I hope that your teachings allow me to be more useful, so that I may continue to stay here. Maybe my first day was hard, but I’m sure I can find my place here.” She beamed, the pain of her wounds already subsiding thanks to godlike healing and the creams that had been applied. She runs to the exit, hoping to find Mal. She wanted to tell her about her fight with Heimdall and tease her for being too scared to stay and watch.

“Oi, wait, your eye! I need to put this on it!”

“I’ll be fine! I have to go! Thank you again, Mimir!” she gathered her things, a new skip in her step.

“Ah ah ah, at least take it with you.” He grabbed her by the shoulder, handing her a metal tin with the cream he had made with the crushed herbs and some bandages. “The great hall! Tomorrow at 6 am. Do not be late!” he barely got it out before she left, the heavy door slamming behind her.

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The sun had set in Asgard and YN was on her way back to her room from supper with Mal, who had apologized for leaving in a hurry and gave her an extra serving of potatoes as a sorry.

YN yawned with a stretch. The swelling in her eye had gone down, but the bruising was now a deep yellow and purple. Mimir had also found out she had two broken ribs, but with the ointment and bandages he had applied, the girl felt fine and knew they would be fine by morning.

YN was about to retire for the night, walking to her door, when she heard a loud hiss come from across the hall. She quirked a brow at the sound and turned. Dim candlelight flickered from under the door and YN walked over at the subtle sound of a pained groan.

“Hello? Are you ok in there?” She asked with a knock. There was silence for a beat, and she knocked again, “Hello?” The person on the other side clicked their tongue in annoyance and YN could hear the loud screech of a chair dragging across the wooden floor. The door swung open and YN was met face-to-face with Heimdall, scowling with a blood-stained handkerchief over his nose. She tilted her head in confusion.

“What the Hel do you want?” he grumbled, but his voice was slightly nasily because of his broken nose. YN had started to regret ever knocking but quirked a brow and pointed at his handkerchief.

“You’re still bleeding.”

“No! Really?” Heimdall gasped in fain surprise.

“ I didn’t know we lived across the hall from each other.” She spoke again, ignoring his rudeness. Heimdall rolled his eyes and went to slam the door in her face.

“Seriously, just get out.” She held her hand up to stop the door from fully closing. “What the- hey! I said, "Get out!”

“Why didn’t you go to the infirmary?”

“Tsk! Are you serious? I’m not a baby, I don’t need bandages and a cookie for staying still.” YN just rolled her good eye at the statement, pushing further against the door. “Hey!”

“You know we heal too fast for you to leave that alone. Your cartilage is going to grow back crooked.” Heimdall’s eyes widened at that, but he frowned as he looked away.

“That’s not true. You're lying.”

“Why would I lie about your nose growing back crooked?” YN watched him fidget in place. It didn’t take a genius to know that he cared about his vanity. The bright white shirts with gold trim and intricate braids in his hair when she first saw him were enough of a hint. And despite everything, she still wanted to make peace, if not to become friends then to at least have to worry less about being tackled at a moment's notice. Heimdall groaned in defeat, knowing she was right.

“ Alright, fine then. What do you suggest I do, pestering raven?” YN sighed at yet another insulting name and crossed her arms.

“ May I come in?” She asked, annoyance obvious in her voice. Heimdall frowned but opened his door wider. Yn walked in and noticed the room was nearly the same as hers, save for a vanity in the corner of the room with the chair pushed back. She grabbed the back of it, dragged it over to the bed, and sat down, turning to Heimdall and patting the spot on the bed across from her. He shut the door and trudged over, sitting across so that their knees touched.

“Can you move the handkerchief?” Heimdall hesitated but slowly did so, his face showing discomfort as he removed pressure. His nose had in fact already started to bend slightly and YN couldn’t help the concerned hiss she let out. “ I really am sorry…”

“ Whatever. Just fix it.” His bright eyes glared through her.

“ I’ll have to break it again.”

“Like hel you will!”

“OK, if you don’t mind a deep bend at your bridge.”

“… fine.”

“What was that?”

“ I said fine already!”

She just nodded with a smirk, touching at the soft cartilage, and pressing it into place. Heimdall winced and tensed at each prod, his hands squeezed tight on his thighs.

“If you keep scrunching your face, this won’t work.”

“Well, it hurts! You're doing it on purpose.”

“ I am not. Do you want a towel to bite down on?”

“ Shut up- ow! Hey!”

“OK, take a deep breath, This one is gonna be the worst but it should open up both nostrils so you can breathe better.”

“H-how do you even know what you're doing is right?”

“ I’ve been alone for a long time. I’ve always had to heal myself. And I’ve fallen on my face many times, my nose looks pretty good if I do say so myself.” She smirked slightly at him as he only gulped. YN grabbed the bridge of his nose and when he braced himself, she twisted her hand sharply, effectively knocking a piece of cartilage that had grown crooked out of place. Heimdall screamed as blood rushed out his nose. He brought the handkerchief back up to his face.

“Are you crazy?!”

“If I didn’t do that, your nose would have looked like a tree branch. Keep pressure on that for a moment.”She pulled the small tin from her pocket. “Look, Mimir gave me this to apply to my eye and ribs before going to bed. It will help with the pain.” She grabbed some bandages that were tucked in her pocket and ripped them into two strips, rolled them up into tight coils, and dipped the ends into the concoction. “Take that off, please. The bleeding should have stopped, and this will stop the soreness.” YN had started to think the boy’s brows were permanently knitted together in annoyance by this point as he moved the kerchief from his face. YN quickly pushed the wads of bandage up his nose to keep the cartilage from collapsing and to promote healing in the correct direction. That being said, he looked ridiculous and she couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of her mouth. His face went red and he pushed her chair away from him with his boot.

“ Alright, you’re done, right? Get out.” he hopped off the bed, pushing her towards the door.

“W-wait a minute, do you think we could-” she gasped as she was shoved out the door, but twisted and jammed her foot before it could slam. Heimdall let out an exaggerated growl, throwing his head back.

“Gods- now what do you want?” she swallowed thickly and offered a small bow.

“My name is YN, goddess of logic, tactic and peace. I will be staying across the hall from you. I hope we can learn to get along.” She stood back straight and smiled nervously. Heimdall pulled together a sickly sweet grin.

“I am Heimdall, god of foresight, and my time is too precious to be wasted on you. Good night.” And with that, he swung the door wide open before slamming it in the girl's face. YN winced and then sighed in defeat, fidgeting with her hands.

“Good night…” she called softly back through the door. At no response, she turned toward her room to retire for the night. Maybe the next day would be better.

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#heimdall gow #gow odin #gow x you #heimdall x reader #fiction #gow Heimdall #gow thor #gow x reader #god of war x reader #fem! reader #heimdall x you #mute!reader #child! reader #child! heimdall #I am kind not complacent #dance with me like the sun and moon #@engardeitsme #@coffeehighallthetime-blog

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 2 years

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[While their wives are having a girl’s weekend with Elesa, Emmet and Ingo are looking after the kids, barely two hours in, Emmet suddenly rushes into his kid’s room where they’re playing video games with with their cousin.]

Emmet: Who wants to make five bucks?

Emmet’s twins & Ingo’s son: How?

Emmet: I need someone to take the fall.

[they hear Ingo walk into the living room Emmet winces hearing his brother gasp.]

Ingo: *shocked* Oh my god...

Emmet’s daughter: what did you do?

Emmet: I can’t tell you. Yes or no, No questions asked.

Ingo: *anger/disgust* Oh. My. God!

[The twins look at their cousin.]

Ingo’s son: Hey it’s your dad’s problem.

Emmet’s Son: *to Emmet* make it 10.

[Emmet winces peeks into to hall then looks back at the kids.]

Emmet: *deep breath* Done.

{They hear something falling over and the smoke alarm going off}

Ingo: *horrified* OH MA GAaAWD!!!

[Emmet trying not to cry hugs then grabs his son by the back of the shirt]

Emmet: you’re a good son, *drags him out the room* I got him Ingo! I got him, don’t worry!

#S: malcolm in the middle #pokemon incorrect quotes #submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #dad! Emmet #Dad! Ingo #uncle ingo #uncle Emmet #child! reader

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mono-dot-jpeg · 2 years

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canon aaitl - zhongli

summary; actual canon to "another adeptus in the line" series

genre; bullet fic??? not really though, literally just me rambling about my aaitl series while i write the next part, child! reader, father! zhongli

[platonic] [gender neutral]

a/n; im finally opening a taglist for my aaitl readers! you will be able to access it through my bio or the end of this post. when the taglist form says it is no longer accepting requests or responses, i will not be taking reponses during that time. but there will be more chances to join whenever i feel opening it up again.

anyways with that aside, please enjoy some crumbs of content

okay proper canon things about aaitl!!!

zhongli lives in his teapot that madame ping gave him

i thought abt this bc of a tip thing i saw on the genshin loading

bc like hey if “Adepti use Serenitea Pots as media through which they can channel their adeptal power and create realms and abodes.” then that means zhongli probably has one right????? RIGHT???????

anyone can visit it really he doesn’t care and loves having people over

he’s lowkey a hoarder tho but he really likes presents that he’s given :((

probably has a nice bouquet of qingxin, glaze lilies, and silk flowers

either that or he’s got a nice garden for all of the flowers and herbs or veggies :)))

its so lovely and sweet and so homey for him and you

you like to chew on the sweet flowers when he lets you roam the garden

he doesn't stop you

back to the hoarding, bc he’s a dragon in his heart yk???

he like to grab and keep :] he has a lot of nice gifts from the past and from the present

all organized nicely in his office that’s sort of merged with your room so he can watch over you at night :’)

the office/your room is pretty big in size, it’s like one big open room but it is split with like a half wall sort of? there’s like a curtain you can use when you need privacy but you’re still a baby

he does have a room plan for when you’re older

anyways

even if you don’t like childe, he does not give a damn and will smother you in his love and affection

but also he is jealous everytime you take zhongli’s attention which is all the time really-

frienemies the both of you are

you hate him so much- KDHJSHSJDJS

when will the ginger abuse end 😔😔

you only know madame ping, traveler, hutao, and childe

ganyu and xiao will enter soon AND I MEAN REALLY SOON AS IN IT'S VERY NEAR FUTURE I HAVE PLANNED

but for now you only know stories abt them

you think they're really cool mostly ganyu bc of the horns zhongli told u about !!

you haven't gone through growing your horns quite yet, they exist as sort of small pointy guys on your head but they havent grown in yet

dont ask me how your tail developed before your horns, it makes sense to me

your scales are orange amber colored at the ends and skin color closer to your skin ofc

hutao gave you some old baby clothes she had lying around from her childhood

if you ever babble or speak gibberish, you fucking BET that zhongli is the parent that listens and responds naturally, he’s just so sweet :(

you're a slow learner only bc you literally got reborn as a baby and not only that, you just have no prior experience to anything despite watching over the village you once protected and seeing all the families love and learn from each other

zhongli has yet to find the right person to tutor you since it's more of a high class thing in liyue to even hire a tutor

childe is probably gonna pay the funds for said tutor

zhongli is the kind of father to be like, "for you the entire world" and it would happen <333

taglist; empty :(

[taglist open until it's too much for me to handle/hj]

[click me to join the taglist!]

#mono's aaitl #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact zhongli #genshin zhongli x reader #zhongli genshin impact #genshin zhongli #zhongli #child reader #child! reader #genshin impact xiao #genshin headcanons

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laikabu · 1 month

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save me mother and child imagery save me thistle’s innate desire for a family save me (peep the mother and child painting on the first pic)

#if you don’t think thistle is meant to be *seen* as a childlike villain with childish motivations by the reader u may need to do a reread #dungeon meshi #falin touden #thistle #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi spoilers #delicious in dungeon spoilers #thistle dungeon meshi #like yeah hes not literally a child but im saying she deliberately drew him much younger than when he first appeared

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berriblossom · 7 months

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X fem reader, btw

Imagine your husband gains baby fever. He sees how you hold children, how you're so gentle and careful with them. How all your friends have children and talk about the joys and happiness they have with their little babies.

Imagine how he sees your disappointed smile about how you two don't have a little one yet.

This leads him to imagine what it would be like to have a little one around, how'd they cling onto you and their cute smile. How'd they look like a perfect mixture of the both of you. His perfect girl and his perfect child.

This leads to everytime he fucks your sweet pussy, he stays a little long before pulling out and spilling his hot cum onto your tummy and chest, whenever his cock is pushing into your womb he pushes his hand onto your tunny for you to feel him fucking your cervix and promising he'll give you that baby.

How many nights he'd have you ass up, face down as he fucks your pussy, pleading to you to let him get you pregnant. How sometimes in the middle of the night he'd eat you out in the middle of the night claming "he needed a taste before he filled you up again". Its so cute when he begs and pleads that he loves the look of your cunt leaking his cum.

How greedy he'd get when you cockwarm him, his thick, long cock throbbing just to fill you with his cum and get you pregnant. How'd he fantasize about your swollen tummy, your milk-filled breast just leaking your sweet milk for him to taste.

Goodness when you finally beg him to fuck a baby into him, hes already planning his next vacation at work for the next few weeks to give you that baby.

:WRIOTHESLEY, Ayato, ZHONGLI, JING YUAN, Blade, DAN HENG, Welt, THOMA, NEUVILLETTE, Childe, Luka, DILUC, ALHAITHAM

Its not a problem if i don't admit its one

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zhxngii · 8 months

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— ✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜Riding them to the point where they get all emotional from how good it feels. His hands grasping so harshly onto the skin of your thighs and hips, bucking his hips up desperately to meet you halfway.

He just can't help but tear up at how good it feels having you on top of him, your walls so wet and snug around him as if you're about to milk him dry. It's even better with the way you lean forward to press delicate kisses across his face, praising him for how well he's doing. Oh how he loves when you tell him how good he's doing.

Neuvillette, Zhongli, Kaeya, Childe, Itto, Thoma, Kaveh, Luocha, Dan Heng, Gepard + Your fave <3

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bones4thecats · 4 months

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Adopting Their Fallen Enemy's Child (PT.3) ~ RoR/SnV x Child! Reader

Type of Writing: Poll Result Characters: Qin Shi Huang, Jack the Ripper, Sasaki Kojiro, & Child! Reader Name: Adopting Their Fallen Enemy's Child (PT.4) Original Poll Link: Here Other Parts: (PT.1), (PT.2), & (PT.3)

A/N: Okay, this is the final part of this series until the next few rounds of Ragnarok come out! Now, enjoy!!

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👑 This guy never realized a small child watching his fight against the God of the Underworld, Hades

👑 So, when he heard many Gods yelling and the small footsteps of a child's, he spun himself around while Alvitr gasped and said your name

👑 Qin Shi Huang had a small soft spot for children, and whenever he saw one crying, he'd feel so bad for them, no matter their status

👑 But, he was the most sad for you...

👑 You looked completely different from your father, the only real things telling you guys were family was the leaf markings on your face and neck, your elf-like ears, and aura you both carried

👑 He paused and looked at his Valkyrie for some help, in which she just looked at you with pity before motioning her hand to you

👑 Qin sat down next to you as you bawled where your father once stood, asking him why he wanted to fight and why life wasn't being fair

👑 The Gods and Humans gasped as Qin laid your head on his lap, he patted your head as the medical staff came running out to you both

👑 When he awoke, he saw you laying on his chest while reading a small book the staff gave you

👑 He looked at you and pat your head, causing you to hug his good hand and try healing his two missing fingers, to which he said;

" I'm surprised you don't hate my guts because of what happened out there! It's quite amazing how calm you are despite the circumstances, kiddo! In fact, would you like to stay here and watch the next few rounds with me? I don't mind! "

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🩸 Jack admired your father, Heracles, for who he was and the color he radiated, so when he felt another similar, yet smaller form running into the arena with a slight amount of fear, he froze

🩸 Humanity stayed silent as your tiny form ran out of the hallway and towards your crumpling father, crying his name

🩸 The killer and the warrior looked back and saw you, and your father chuckled, commenting on how stubborn you were

" Hey hun, don't worry about your old dad, okay? You'll see me again sometime! " " Don't lie to me, daddy! I can't stand it when you lie! "

🩸 Jack stared at you both witch a hint of sadness in his heart, but, he wondered, why did he feel this way? He never had before since he was a child

🩸 Heracles looked at Jack and alerted him with your name, making him look up from you and into your father's blue eyes, which were slowly turning green and breaking apart

" Take care of them for me, yeah? "

🩸 You looked at Jack when your father turned into nothing and sniffed as he stiffened, why would he entrust his child to someone who killed when alive?

🩸 Humanity erupted in protest, stating you should return to your family, in which you held your hands to your ears and ran to grab Jack's leg in fear, and he had to hold himself back from really making you scared

🩸 Whatever reason Heracles had for giving him guardianship of you must have been important, so, what kind of gentleman would dishonor the wish of a fallen warrior?

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🌸 You watched your father get killed in front of you, you had every right to be upset at that human right now

🌸 Sasaki sat in the medical bay healing from your father's trident hits, and when he heard the distant calls of some of the Gods, he sat up in shock

🌸 Especially when his door burst open with a young child standing there, and when you closed it shut, his eyes widened when he really looked at you

🌸 Your outfit loosely resembled Poseidon's, from the tighter top to the charm around your waist and the cloth that fell down your legs

🌸 He looked at you and at the ground in shame, you must have been very upset with him, he had killed your father, but when you said the words that you said next, his heart jumped

" Do not worry, mortal man, I do not hate you for this. Rather, I dislike my father, he should have not engaged in such a puny battle against Humanity. And, I would like to apologize for his words, he wasn't the most pleasant man in Valhalla. "

🌸 Sasaki was officially shell-shocked

🌸 One would normally hate the one who killed their parent, but the way you just maturely confessed your true motive behind visiting him, it made him chuckle to himself

🌸 You were very daring, definitely taking after your father in that way, and the way you held yourself was very similar, making him looked back on the way your father looked up at where Zeus and Hermes laid

🌸 You must've been up there with your cousin and uncle watching

🌸 Sasaki smiled and offered you a seat by him, along with a drink, in which, after a long while of talking about his battle tactics, you asked him to adopt you, claiming your uncles, besides Hades, weirded you out

🌸 He chuckled at your bold question and nodded, stating;

" I would love to take you in as my own, dear heir of the sea. And while I'm not sure your family will be happy with this development, if you are alright with it, you may call me your father. "

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genshindreamer · 1 year

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The story of you (aka, your birth)

Reblongs are greatly appreciated ❤️

Tw: Birth (non-graphic), Descriptions of pregnancy, Babies, cheesy love stories, alluding to some sexual themes but nothing graphic, slight Angst in Xiao and Scaramouche, artifical insemination? in Albedo, amputee! Gorou, mentions of reader having ears and a tail in Gorou's, Dottore is honestly his own warning, mentions of Afab/Amab things but you can always decide!

Key: (y/n) your name, (e/c) eyes color, (h/c) hair color, (m/n) Mothers name.

Kaeya

You had been a...happy accident between Kaeya and his (at the time) secret girlfriend. He didn't want the public prying at his beautiful significant other and putting her in danger.

But one thing in his office lead to another.

It was valentines day leave him alone he just wanted to love his gf is that a crime? >:(

Needless to say, he ended up having to come clean to Jean first. She smiled, happy for him.

Then, he told Diluc, who...gave a forlorn sigh, but Kaeya almost swore he saw a faint smile on "Uncle Lucy's" face.

Kaeya stuck with her through everything when he could, even if he did leave, he never was gone for very long, especially as her womb swelled to contain his little son/daughter.

He was happy and loved to spoil (m/n)and of course the child that ceaselessly squirmed within.

Of course, you had the absolute worst timing, deciding to break your water right as the storm hit (thanks sweetie!)

Luckily, it wasn't so bad yet he couldn't get your mother to a clinic where he then waited 13 hours for any sort of update.

"You'll wear a hole in the floor if you keep pacing..." Diluc half scolded his brother, even if he couldn't blame him. Yes, he said brother. They...with some influence of Kaeya's Girlfriend, had tried to rekindle their brotherly bond. It wasn't fully healed, but it was better.

Kaeya felt himself stop. "But my darling is in there in pain and I have to wait out here..." He growled in annoyance.

"Sit down." Diluc rolled his eyes, pretending he was not also anxious.

A small eternity passed and a nurse poked her head out of the room, inviting Kaeya inside.

Kaeya walked over to his lovely girlfriend, who was absolutely exhausted, hair messy, face sweaty, and Kaeya never thought she was more perfect.

"Kaeya..." She breathed out and he kissed her forehead before focusing on the bundle in her arms. He gave a small smile and held his hand out for you to grasp.

You opened your baby blue eyes (Kaeya secretly hoped they'd inherit his s/o's (e/c) eyes.) And looked at his finger and grasped it with your chubby hand.

It was then, Kaeya cried.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Diluc

Diluc had met your mother after he saved her one night as batman the dark knight hero.

It took a while, but he finally decided to ask her to a dinner.

Now, 4 years later, they were married. Of course, Diluc was a busy man, but he always made time for (m/n).

They had been tossing around the idea of having a baby, so while they stopped using protection, they also weren't nessesarily actively trying. They just decided to let nature take its course.

It took about another year for them to conceive, oh but when they did, Diluc was simply overjoyed woth his love.

It had taken him a long time to get there, but he was finally ready to do this.

Nine months later, on a day that started like any other, he kissed his partner awake and rubbed her swollen womb affectionately.

Well, until a few hours later when he noticed she was cringing a little longer than usual, and a little more frequent.

"Are you alright, desrest?" Diluc asked, looking up from the paperwork he was filling out.

"I'm fine..." his lover replied.

"You don't look that way. You've been like this for a while now. Should I grab the midwife?"

"Probably would be best..." (m/n) concluded.

Nodding, Diluc called for the maids to get his love ready while he departed.

It had been a relatively short Labor and Delivery, only about 6 hours start to finish. A small blessing.

"They're so beautiful..." your mother gushed.

Diluc nodded, looking at the little baby in his wife's arms. You were bald at the moment, which Diluc found adorable.

He kissed your forehead and collected you in to his arms. "I swarming, (y/n), I will protect you with my life..."

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Zhongli

It took Zho gli a long time to find a mortal partner, who wouldn't care or blow his cover when he inevitably told them about his past.

Luckily, after about 10 years of living as a Mortal, he found a maiden who caught his eye.

I'll spare you the very romantic, very long courtship.

5 years after that, they got married, and 2 years later, they fell pregnant.

Zhongli had been concerned. After all, he wasn't sure how his normal form would affect your mother. Thankfully, it seemed fairly similar to most pregnancies that involved an adeptus and a mortal, and not an egg or anything like that.

He wasn't expecting quite that long of a wait however. Since he became mortal, time felt slower to him, likely because he was just living in the moment.

Regardless, you arrived on a pleasant night, actually right on your due date, amazingly enough.

"Okay, (m/n), one last big push." Madam Ping said.

Zhongli held his beloved's hand, letting her apply as much pressure as need be. "You're doing great, dearest." He encouraged in a smooth tone.

"I don't get how you're so calm you bastard!"

Zhongli just hummed and brushed some sweat from her face and watched with interest as Madam Ping caught the baby.

"It's a boy/girl." The elderly adeptus said.

Zhongli made sure (m/n) was all right before walking over to you as Madam Ping just finished cleaning you off. Zhongli, naturally, began rocking a bit as he held you in his hands. He may or may not have crying.

"You gonna share?" Your mother teased as Zhongli walked over and handed you to your mother, both parents smiling at you proudly.

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Xiao

Xiao...still had a hard time believing he was lucky enough to have found (m/n). In fact, it still felt almost like a dream.

When he had first found out she had gotten pregnant, Xiao was not proud of his next actions, but he left. For 3 months. Simply unable to process this information

He had been alone for so long, and suddenly he was everything he swore he'd never be. A father? Him? With all his debt?

When he did return, he held a bouquet of flowers he had handpicked from Cloud Retainers Domain and shyly presented them to your mother.

After that, he was there everyday he could be, and he was never gone for long, if he left at all.

You decided to make an...inconvenient entrance into the world, breaking your water about 3 weeks early and when Xiao had been dragged out by (m/n) to go out to eat.

You didn't even let him finish his tofu!

He had been hesitant to be there for your proper birth, not becuase he didn't WANT to be there, he just was worried it would trigger something in him.

But he stuck it out seeing how in pain your mother was.

Finally, after many, many complications, you finally came

"Wh....Why aren't they crying? Don't babies usually cry?" Your mother panted out. Her face pale as the doctors hastily stitched her up, not saying anything. "Xiao, Xiao please..." She cried.

Xiao turned to her and cradled her in his arms. "I'm sure he/she's fine." He said to her in a surprisingly gentle voice.

You just had to be.

It took a while, but a doctor finally came in with a bundle of blankets. (M/n) took you in her arms.

"It was touch and go for a minute, but we got them." The doctor said and Xiao focused his attention on you.

He ran his finger along your chubby cheek.

"See? I told you they'd be fine."

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Kazuha

He had met your mother while he was on one of his many adventures throughout the lands.

She had been playing the harp by a waterfall in Mondstat, and needles to say, Kazuha was smitten with this....faerie.

And now, this Faerie was his wife.

He wrote poems for you everyday, and he'd recite them to you, everyday, as well, even when you were barely inside your mothers womb.

You arrived into this world the same day they had met, just 3 years later.

(M/n) was laying on the floor of their house, holding Kazuha's hand. She had wanted to home birth you, to keep it as natural as possible. And Kazuha, despite not fully being on board, agreed. So long as they got a proper Doctor.

They had done everything needed to make this as painless as possible. Of course, it wasn't without pain, and there were times she'd yell or groan, but she seemed in her element.

Kazuha found it...almost peaceful in a way, just his wife bringing a little miracle into this world.

The peace was broken by a wailing.

Kazuha smiled and helped his wife sit up, proping her on his chest as she was handed you. He kept his arms wrapped around her waist as she held their son/daughter.

Kazuha smiled and kissed you're forehead.

"Welcome to the world, my little flower..." He whispered to you.

And sure, your parents were a bit on the crunchy, holistic side, but they'd never do anything that wasn't in your best interest, they loved you to bits!

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Venti

How this man became a father is anyone's best guess.

Fatherhood just wasn't something he had envisioned for himself. He didn't like being tethered to one place very long, and this did include partners.

(M/n) was just a friend, a friend with benefits, that is.

There had been wine exchanged and one thing led to another. Nothing unusual.

Until it was.

When Venti found out about you, he wasnt...unhappy, but also wasn't bouncing for joy.

He decided, however, to stay around. At least until you were born, after all, he was an archon.

And he did find himself growing fond of you, and him and your mother remained good friends.

But that's all they were.

You cane during the Windblume festival, much to Venti's amusement.

Venti held (m/n)'s hand, letting her squeeze as needed. He offered words of encouragement, excited to see you!

Finally, you began crying and venti was relived to see you weren't just a windspirit, but actually looked human.

He looked down at his baby and blew wind on your face playfully. He giggled hearing you giggle and held you in his arms. Unbeknownst to your mother, he wrapped his hidden wings around you as well.

Maybe he'd stay around just a little longer.

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Albedo

Albedo had been working his lab when (m/n) brought up the topic. He mentally sighed. He knew she so desperately wanted a baby, but he just simply wasn't capable of producing ehat she needed for that to work.

It had been the only major point of contention in their otherwise peaceful marriage.

It's not that Albedo didn't want w child with his love, he just didn't know how.

So he decided to go about it a different way. He took some of his DNA and made it into a few little Sperm thanks to Alchemy, and implanted them in your mother, not fully expecting them to take.

But one did.

And he smiled softly seeing his lover practically become the sun itself from how happy she was.

He checked on you two every couple of weeks, worried about you.

But his worries were always unfounded. He wrote ezrensive notes, detailing your every movement and how much he loved you.

When you came, Albedo had insisted in Delivering you himself.

"Doing alright?" He asked his lover, looking up at her.

"Hurts..." She said softly.

"Hurts how?" Albedo asked, his worry steadily growing. He walked over to her and held her hand.

"Everything hurts..." She whined and buried herself in his shoulder and he Pet her hair. His hand ran down, resting on her stomach and feeling it tense, then rest for a minute, before tensing again.

"Alright. Let's get you sat down." Albedo said, picking her up and bringing her to the bed he had made just for this occasion.

He put his expirsment in a stasis and encouraged (m/n) for hours.

About 12 hours later, you cane into this world screaming, And Albedo quietly shushed you as he swaddled you tightly. His chest was filled with a warmth he never rely experienced before.

He rested you in your mother's arms and he looked at you fondly. His chest still had that warm, fuzzy feeling.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Itto

How Itto managed to make it this far was anybody's guess

In fact, he wasn't even sure how he got (m/n) to even be his girlfriend, let alone for 3 and a half years!

The two were practically already married, but the "M" word, was a daunting prospect for the both of them. So they never did.

When she told him she was pregnant, he was naturally worried, but after a while, he warmed up to the idea.

And by a while, I mean 5 minutes.

Itto would prattle on and on about all the trouble you two would cause, making (m/n) and Shinobu sigh dramatically.

And Itto, bless him, was kind of dumb to everything.

But that also made his reactions when you kicked, so pure!

Or when your moms water broke and the man had a bit of a crisis, as if he just now realized what was happening.

So Shinobu, brought your mom to the hospital.

Itto barged into the room, with some flowers that looked as though they had been slightly damaged on the way in the Oni's haste.

"I'm here (m/n)!" He said.

You began crying from the loud noise and your mother gave a scolding look but shushed you gently.

"Oo....sorry..." Itto whispered, putting the flowers in a vase and pouting as they drooped down sadly.

(M/n) rolled her eyes fondly and gestured for him to come closer. "What to hold them?"

Itto nodded so fast you almost couldn't even see the motion.

(M/n) smiled and put you in your fathers...well I would say arm but Truthfully you more or less fit into his hand and then some of his wrist.

And Itto...was not ashamed to admit he probably cried more than you for like a month straight, becusse he was just so lucky!

Bless him.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Ayato

You were the product of an arranged marriage.

Ayato finally had run out of time and so he had to pick somebody, and that ended up being a member of the Kujou clan.

The two got along, but they didn't really love each other, not at first.

And so...Ayato refused to bring an Heir into a loveless marriage, so he opted to wait until both he and

(m/n) rolled over one morning/evening/night and said the three little words, genuinely.

It took about 4 and a half years, but they finally said those three little words at Thoma's wedding during the dance.

That night, they made sweet love under the stars.

And you entered their lives.

Ayato was absolutely smitten with you, even when you were no larger than a berry.

You came 9 months, to the day, of their first 'I love you'

"Are you well, my dear?" Ayato asked softly once he was finally allowed in the room after what had to be the most painful 17 hours of his life. Of course, not as painful as it must have been for (m/n).

"I've been better, but also never been happier." (M/n) said, gently looking at you.

Ayato walked in and sat in thr chair, looking over at you and running his fingers through your soft (h/c) locks.

"So beautiful..." Ayato said, his voice in awe.

(M/n) smiled softly and looked at you and her husband.

"Donyou have a name in mind, my dear?" Ayato asked.

"I was thinking (y/n)."

"It suits him/her)."

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Childe

First of all, this man, is a family man.

That being said, he had met your mother when he had been undercover.

With La Signora out of the picture, Childe had been the one nominated to dress as a woman at this party.

And your mother had been one of the other women there, and Childe made his way over.

He ended up learning she was just a farm.girl who had gotten invited to a party way out of her league.

So Childe was living that Farm lifestyle with her. And as things grew more serious between them, he built a safe house for him.and her, a place where they could be with each other, undisturbed.

Which is how you come along.

Childe had just returned from a 10 month long, no-contact, overseas voyage.

So needless to say, he was quite shocked when he came home and found his darling with a baby.

"(M/n), I'm home~" Childe called out as he slipped off his boots and jacket, relaxing now that he was finally home where it was safe for a but, maybe he could actually sleep tonight.

It was then he noticed the house had some new furniture in it, but didn't think anything of it, after all, he knew family on both sides was always expanding. So he didn't question the various kid and baby objects laying around.

Well, until he saw you, dressed in a cute set of cow print footie pajamas and being gently rocked by (m/n).

He arched a brow, slowly putting 2 and 2 together.

"(M/n)...is that...?" He didn't finish, just walking closer and closer to you two.

She nods softly and looked at him. "Yeah. This is your son/daughter, (y/n).

Childe felt his heart stop as he looked at you before slowly taking you in his arms.

"I csnt believe I missed it..." He said softly. "All of it...." He began to softly cry.

"Hey, you didn't know, and I couldn't have told you anyways." (M/n) consoled and wrapped her arms around his waist. "They were born yesterday."

Childe just swallowed and held you protectively. He swore he'd be around from now on.

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Thoma

He had been dating (m/n) for years now. It had been long distance for some time as she had gotten locked out of Inazuma and could not get back in.

Needless to say, when she found out what the Shogun did to her lover....Thoma more or less had to put her on house arrest so she didn't go and kill the Shogun herself.

And honestly...that's probably how this happened.

When they found out about you, Thoma was elated and would talk about it to anyone who would listen. Or not listen. Either way, he talked about you.

Of course, Ayaka and Yoimiya declared themselves your unofficial aunts and would come over often to help (m/n) out around the house.

And of course, when you came, as per the rules in Inazuma, he was not allowed to be in the room for the birth.

But Ayaka was, while Yoimiya kept Thoma company and calm.

It had been 7 hours already, and they were some of the longest hours. He's ever had to live through, hearing his sweetheart scream in agony. But then.. it stopped.

Ayaka stepped out with a warm smile on her face. "You want to come in?"

Thoma, nodded, almost stupidly, making the girls giggle as he walked inside trading places with Ayaka.

He saw his darling, sweaty and tired, and he fell in love all over again. His eyes finally drifted down to a bundle of blankets that was currently busy eating their first proper meal.

He chuckled softly and sat on the chair. He watched you suckle and he kissed her forehead. "You did good." He told her softly.

(M/n) grinned softly and held you close.

Finally, you pulled away and Thoma took you in his arms and out you on his shoulder to burp you and let your mother get a chance to sleep. He twisted his head and kissed your back as that was all he could reach at the moment.

"Welcome to Inazuma..." He said softly.

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Gorou

Oh this poor man was NeRvoUs

But before that, let me tell you a tragic tail Tale

You see, Gorou had been caught in a rather unfortunate situation that involved the Fatui and protecting Kokomi.

He doesn't remember the details, but he does remember waking up and realizing he was missing a few body parts.

You know, like a leg, and an arm, both things one needed to be a decent soldier, and so, Kokomi forced strongly encouraged him to take an early retirement.

And he did. And he was miserable.

Then, (m/n) entered his life.

And she was his light, his everything.

So they naturally got married :D

About 2 years later Gorou finally worked up the courage to bring up thr subject of kids.

And (m/n) was all too happy to oblige.

But that didn't stop him from being Anxious.

What if you got bullied in the future because of him? What if you were scared of him? What if he couldn't comfort you becuae his prosthetic was cold?

Usually, (m/n) was able to snap him out of it.

Which brings us to today

Gorou had been waiting anxiously for what flet like a small eternity. And in a way, it was, about 22 hours. He wasn't allowed in, much to his annoyance.

But he supplied he probably didn't want to see what was happening on that end anyways.

So he waited, and waited.

Until finally a full day later, your poor mother, Finally gave birth to you after a extremely long Labor.

He walked inside and his ears perked up and his tail started to wag, and he walked in as quietly as he could, cringing at the squeak of his leg. To his relief, you didn't wake up.

He sat down and after a second took off his prosthetic leg as he doubted he'd need it.

He finally nuzzled (m/n) and then turned to you and did the same, admiring your small, floppy ears. They would more than likely start to move back up after you got older to be standing like his.

(M/n) smiled softly. "Isn't he/she adorable?" She cooed.

"Yeah..." Gorou said, breathless.

Your mother smiled and gently placed you in your fathers arms and he damn near dropped you, but managed to hang on, even with his nervous shaking.

"H-hey (y/n), it's me...daddy..." He said in a shaking voice.

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Scaramouche

Scaramouche was a man with many regrets.

One of his biggest, was that he was not there for you for 3 whole years.

When (m/n) told him she was pregnant, an argument broke out between them and Scaramocuhe stormed off.

Ironically, it wasn't until he saw Tartaglia of all people being so...happy with his baby, that Scaramouche felt those stabs of longing. He had that once, and he had just tossed it away like a coward.

He went to where he knew (m/n) lived in Inazuma and peered in the window, seeing her reading a story to a toddler with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes.

And he broke. And he left, again. But every night, he'd visit and watch.

He didn't want to put you in danger, but one night, (m/n) looked out the window and was surprised to see Scaramouche.

"Come on, get inside. It's raining out there..." (m/n) frowned.

Scaramocuhe faltered. Did he dare? Should he?

(M/n) sighed and pulled Scaramouche inside and just held him for a moment. Scaramocuhe hesitantly wrapped his arms around her in return.

".....I'm sorry..." He finally said in a soft voice. It was rare anyone got an apology from him.

She just nodded. "I know." She said. She took his hand and lead him further into the house, his heart racing as he finally peered at the sleeping toddler.

"This is (y/n), our son/daughter." (M/n) said softly and Scaramouche swallowed thickly and hesitantly reached down and brushed your bangs from your face.

(M/n) smiled softly and left you and Scaramouche alone.

He stayed kneeled by your bed and finally took your hand in his and closed his eyes as he listened to your quiet little breaths.

Not much was said that night, he just watched you, and hated himself for daring to leave.

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Dottore

Who let this man become a father???

He wasn't exactly known for his...excellent treatment of Chidlren after all. Or other people for that matter.

(M/n) was the only woman crazy enough to actually stick around for long, and he had been intrigued by her, so he kept her around.

They weren't exactly friends, they weren't exactly lovers, they didn't exactly hate each other. They just...existed together and occasionally had sex.

You were the product of the ONE time your mother forgot the pill.

Dottore offered her a choice, but she chose to keep you. Why? They didn't know.

Dottore usually had one of his clones look after her, while he stayed in his lab and worked.

They just continued their odd relationship.

(M/n) forced Dottore to promise that he'd leave you out if his expiraments.

And....he agreed, telling himself it was becusse he didn't want to deal with a hormone fueled rampage and not becusee he actually maybe cared about his spawn.

On the day you came, he and (m/n) were having a surprisingly tender moment.

She had been in pain all day, and Dottore (the man himself, not one of his clones) just...sat there, and held her, albeit awkwardly. He rested his head on hers and ran his fingers through her hair. The two didn't say anything to each other.

Well, until a hiss of brain broke the silence again and she tightend her grip on the Hanringer before willing herself to relax.

Dottore almost glared at her before stopping himself and just rubbing her back instead.

"It hurts..." She huffed out.

"I know." He said, and a silence filled the air again before she hissed in pain again.

Dottore finally looked at her and helped her up and down to his lab, away from his expiraments however. They didn't say anything to each other as Dottore set up what he needed.

She still had a while to go, but she wasn't doing so hot at the moment and Dottore let her hold his hand.

Occasionally, he'd say something encouraging to her and would maybe even wipe sweat from her brow or rub her back. He even was nice and put an epidural in her before the worst of it.

He hand delivered you himself and he cleaned you off. It wasn't unusual for him to be covered in blood or guts, even from children, but here he was, holding his own. He studied your features before swaddling you and holding you for a while since your mother had passed out after you came.

He held you and watched as you grabbed his finger with your chubby little hand, and he allowed himself one (1) rare smile as he relaxed back and held you against his chest.

When you began to cry, he quietly shushed you. "Do keep your voice down, (y/n). Don't wake your mother up. You gave her hell as is." He scolded in a whisper but he just kept rocking you.

Hmm....(y/n), where had that come from? He shrugged it off and just held you close while he watched your mother sleep, ignoring the odd feeling in his chest.

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Thats all for me folks! If you see any spelling errors please let me know so I can fix them asap. I gave it a once over but that doesn't mean anything with me tbh.

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maopll · 1 month

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"Dearest...I think that's enough"

"No its not"

And there goes another few rounds where you smother your boyfriends face with tons of kisses. He brought you many lipsticks and lip gloss, so it is only right you try to see the shade that matches, right? the shade, which makes his face feel even more ethereal. The only correct way to let people know that you're his and he's yours.

"Hmm... I think this shade suits your face better!" You moved the ones which made his face look more delightful. Shades of pink, red, coral, and all.

He did say that the number of kisses you gave him till then were enough, but deep down, he craved more. The way your soft lips felt against his skin left him breathless. The way areas where your lips left left a tingling and burning sensation, which, rather than being unpleasant, was more exciting

What was even more addicting was the way you would gently cup his face with your hands and attack his face ferverently. This was best for both of you. You get to have the ego boost after smothering or rather painting his face with your kisses, and he gets access to your unlimited display of affection.

"There! Now that's more like it you look like my lover now" putting emphasis on the word, you were grinning from ear to ear while admiring your masterpiece. When you tried to get up from his lap though...

"Now now dearest I think it is my turn to get what I have been seeking"

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shanieveh · 7 months

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to all the boys i've loved before !

— genshin men receive your confession letter that you accidentally sent

he doesn't care (HE WON AT LIFE) - albedo, cyno, diluc, neuvillette, tighnari, xiao, scaramouche

His face, although one with his usual stoic expression was now screaming how God had blessed him and when you finally left, apologizing for the inconvenience and asking if he felt the same way. OF COURSE HE DID?! HE LOVES YOU MORE THAN ANY—

"Yeah sure you're okay I guess."

Nailed it. And as your flustered face starts to run away from him, he was now thinking what place will you guys settle in? When will he buy the engagement ring. You know, the expected. After all, there was no way he would give back the heart you gave him.

teases you to oblivion - childe, itto, kaeya, kazuha, lyney, pantalone, heizou, venti, xingqiu,

"Ho ho.... so you like LIKE me?"

He was hiding his red face underneath the words of teasing and fun. Yeah, he liked you back, but where's the thrill? A letter is just... well, a letter. He wanted to hear it from you, he wanted you to say it so many times for it felt like the blood to his heart. He needed this.

And although it may look like he was not taking your confession seriously, he does. Every word you said embedded in his head, and it's a crime for him to let you forget it. He plans to make you remember that silly letter you wrote at 1:43 AM for the rest of your life.

becomes a blushing mess - bennett, chongyun, freminet, gorou, thoma, capitano

When he read the whole thing, the happiness he felt turned to nervous immediately. What do you mean you liked him? Did the manifestations worked or something? Was he finally blessed with this beautiful angel after beng miserable for so long? YOU ACTUALLY LIKE HIM?

He wanted to party! No, but what if you decided to not like him anymore? After all he had many bad qualities. He was panting, frantically, the whole area heard it. YOU heard it. Will that make you like him less? Oh god... oh god... he was sure to admiring you from afar. But this?

"U...uhm I-I also feel the same way..." And with that he ran for his life.

thinks you guys are now married - alhaitham, ayato, baizhu, kaveh, zhongli, wriothesley

Oh so you like him? When's the wedding? He was now thinking of a designer for your wedding fits. After all, his partner deserves the very best. Do you want to be child free? Is there a need for him to make a planned parenthood account? What will your retirement plan be? Do you plan to be buried with him or separate? Thoughts like these raced through his mind.

The letter gripped by his hand, you were afraid to be rejected. And when you were about to speak and confront the silence he moved and folded the paper and put it in his pocket. Next time, it will definitely be a ring.

"See you at 5, sweetheart."

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coffeehighallthetime-blog · 7 months

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I am Kind Not Complacent Chpt 4

as always, thank you for enjoying my stuff!! @engardeitsme, @lunaryasha, @nokolla💜💜💜

Chpt 4: 5.7k words

Kid! Heimdall x Kid! fem reader

Multi-chapter

{Prev}

A/N: Sorry this took a second. I am very sleepy all the time. also, this chpt was difficult to write???? I hope you enjoy and have a good time with it! We are near true friendship guys I promise it’s gonna be so cute. Heimdall has a thick shell but I have a hammer lol

Slight warnings: talking about overstimulation and panic attacks.

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Heimdall stilled, his eyes staring steadily at the rock beneath him. He took in the warmth of the hands that were cupped over his own. Every cricket chirp, every rustle in the grass, every late-night cry and drunken laugh, every voice fell away as he was able to match his breathing to the rhythm of the gentle song that took over his senses.

He relished in it for a moment.

How it was the only thing both ringing in the air around him and the only thought in his head for once. Heimdall swallowed and looked up slowly to the girl so close to him, her eyes still closed as his were, and her voice still soft as it sang to him. He was mesmerized at YN’s ability to cut out everything overwhelming his mind. How he was able to feel at peace.

YN opened her eyes slowly, feeling him shift. Their stares bored into each other, heads still pressed together. The girl slowed her humming to a stop and pulled away just slightly, still thinking of the melody for him to listen to. Her hands left him and she placed them on top of her knees, tilting her head slightly. She waited for Heimdall patiently as he took his time to pull his own hands away from his ears and take in the silence of the night. He sniffled, rubbing his tears-stained eyes with a fist, and looked away.

“ Why…Why are you here?” he croaked out, finding a trail of ants crawling near them all too interesting. YN followed his gaze and answered without looking back at him.

“I was taking a walk… how are you feeling?” she whispered, her eyes following the ants as they disappeared down a crack in the wall.

“Better,” he mumbled back after a bit, his legs shifting from being pulled to his chest, into a crisscrossed position. “But what are you still doing here?... just go… run and tell my father how incompetent and pathetic I am…” His voice trailed off, and though YN knew he was trying to collect what dignity he had left, his voice still quivered, especially at the mention of his father. YN finally tore her eyes away from the trail of ants to look at Heimdall, his fists squeezed tight together.

“Why would I do that?” She asked with a brow raised. Heimdall just scoffed in response, his knuckles going white. YN frowned at his lack of response, “I don’t think you’re pathetic.” Heimdall glared, and for a moment YN forgot that he had just been sobbing. He opened his mouth to rebuttal, wanting to spew how bad a liar she was, and the only thing on her mind was pity. But when he listened to her thoughts, all he heard was the soft humming that had helped him so much just moments ago. Heimdall closed his lips and looked back at her, his eyes glowing.

“Why…why are you still singing?” YN blinked at the question, a confused glare in her own eyes forming.

“Because… you were sad… and it was helping you.”

“I wasn’t sad!”

“Well, you weren’t happy,” YN said simply, not breaking eye contact. “Why did you come here of all places?” Heimdall groaned, his hands ruffling into his hair.

“Gods, you’re so frustrating!” he huffed and glared at the girl harder, his eyes still blurry with tears as he spoke. “If you must know: I am meant to guard the wall, it’s my job! S-so…so…” his voice lost its steam as he didn’t even have the energy to finish his excuse. He sighed, putting his head in his hands. “ So… I come here because people won’t ask questions… if they see me… and they can’t hear me scream…” he barely whispered, “and I can beg for the noise to stop…”

“Do you want me to stop?” He stiffened slightly at the question, tilting his head up slightly to look up at the girl. She just rested in her spot, still as the lake at the bottom of the wall, waiting for an answer. Her voice was still softly rolling through his thoughts, just loud enough to drown out everything else. “Do you want me to stop thinking of the song, Weasel?” She asked, her voice barely there. He heard it crystal clear. His frown deepened as he realized his answer. Heimdall clicked his tongue and put his hands to his ankles, squeezing.

“No…”

YN didn’t hide her smile but didn’t say anything, happy he was accepting her help. They sat like this for a while, YN’s voice continuing to soothe Heimdall in the aftershocks of his panic attack. He sat in thought for a moment. How the girl had happened upon him. How he didn’t have to suffer on his own, and that she didn’t seem to have any intention of telling the All-Father.

“Thank you,” he said finally, his body relaxing “For… making it quieter…”

YN nodded and scooted to sit next to him, shuffling in her pocket. Heimdall watched her, a bit apprehensive and frowned slightly in confusion when she pulled out her small bag of dried fruits and nuts. She popped a few in her mouth and offered the bag to him, trying to chew quietly. He just stared, looking from her to the food she had offered. She waited a moment, before shaking the bag, jostling the contents. The scent of sweet dried fruit was faint, but his stomach growled nonetheless. He reached his hand into the bag, grabbing at the snack. The fruit left a sticky residue on his fingers as he poured the contents into his mouth. YN broke the silence, looking up at the moon as she spoke.

“I always get a little hungry in the middle of the night… I think it’s because I’m used to eating throughout the day and night to keep my energy up. I haven’t yet knocked the habit.” she threw another fistful into her mouth. “I noticed you hadn’t eaten much at dinner… have some more, okay?” she handed the bag to him again, but when he hesitated, YN grabbed his hand and placed the bag in it, closing his fist over it with her fingers. He held on to the parcel for a moment, just staring at it in his closed fist. Then he noticed that the humming had stopped and his eyes darted up to see the girl starting to stand.

“I’ll leave you alone if you’d like. Or we can walk back together?” Heimdall stared up at her and as her inner voice quieted, new sounds seemed to echo in his head. It wasn’t until she turned to walk away he realized he hadn’t responded, and without thinking he reached out his free hand, barely grasping the end of her sweater.

“H-hold on!” He called, his voice betraying him with a crack. YN paused and turned to him again, her head tilted and her eyes concerned. Heimdall swallowed and looked at his hand desperately gripping her sweater. He felt pathetic. He felt weak. He clung to the fabric in his fist tighter and growled in frustration. He couldn’t look anywhere but the ground as he mumbled. “... s…”

“What?”

“...st—y mo—-nt”

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t hear you,”

“Will you just-!” He snapped for a moment before sighing, “... please stay…just for a moment longer…keep singing…” his voice shook, and the chill of the wind crawling over the wall ran down his back and bit at his cheeks. YN smiled and shook her head, giggling softly.

“You’re hopeless.” She let herself be pulled down and sat next to Heimdall again. She pulled over her sweater and draped it over both their shoulders.

“You don’t have to-”

“You’re shivering…” she cut him off, pulling the sweater over his outer shoulder. He didn’t speak again and she started to hum aloud. They stayed like that, in her song, eating quietly, until they saw Skoll start to disappear with the moon and Hati peek from the horizon with the sun.

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YN wasn’t sure when she had finally dosed off, but when her eyes felt the shine of the sun rising, she curled into herself, squinting and stretching up slowly. She rubbed the grogginess away from her face, brushing back her hair that had warmed in the sunlight. YN opened her eyes to find herself alone, her sweater draped over her body. She pulled it over her and sighed, looking out towards the great lodge, and wondering when the boy had left, and if he was ok.

YN collected herself and walked back, only to see Mal running to her as she approached.

“And just where have you been!?” she started, and YN just looked up at her, confusion on her face.

“I went for a walk… is everything ok?”

“ hah!” Mal rubbed her face, the stress obvious in the tension in her shoulders and the permanent knit in her brows. “ “Is everything okay?” you have some nerve, missy.”

“But-”

“You were late to breakfast! And when I went to scold you for sleeping in, you weren’t there. I went to see if you went to your lesson, and Mimir said you hadn’t shown up! We’ve been worried sick looking for you! The whole past hour we’ve been looking!”

“Mimir’s been looking too?” YN tilted her head, her hands wringing the end of her sweater as an embarrassed flush started to hit her cheeks. She didn’t like this; the worry she felt radiating off of Mal, and the guilt that started to weigh on her for making them so upset. Mal just stared at YN for a moment, almost in full disbelief at the question. “Wha- yes? Of course, he has. Are you listening to anything I’ve been saying, we couldn’t find you anywhere!”

“But… Odin said Asgard was safe. So there was no need to worry, right?” Mal froze slightly at this, her shoulders suddenly going slack as she ran her fingers through her curls. With a deep sigh, she crouched down to the girl’s level, placing her hands on her small shoulders.

“Mimir will be happy to know you are fine… come on, let’s go see him so you can apologize.” YN let Mal lead her to the lodge, where Mimir was seen asking anyone who would listen:

“Have you seen a wee girl, ‘bout yay high? *hair color* hair and *eye color* eyes? No? Hello, excuse me, have you seen-”

“Mimir!” Mal called out over the chaos of the lunch rush. The man whipped his head around, and as soon as his eyes fell on the little girl he laughed in hysterical relief. YN waved awkwardly with a shy smile and watched as the man weaved through Einherjar to get to them and gasped as he crouched down to grab her shoulders, his golden eyes scanning across her visage. YN looked up at Mal, who patted her head, then back at Mimir.

“I’m..I’m sorry, for worrying you…I didn’t know you would be worried,” she admitted, with a sheepish smile. Mal and Mimir both looked at her and Mimir tightened his grip on her shoulders.”

“Of course, we’d be worried, lass. Where were you?” YN thought for a moment. Of course, they’d be worried. Why did that sentence warm her up inside? She thought back to Heimdall, wondering if they had been worried before they found him as well. After all, he was much more important than she was.

“I was just... With Heimdall, at the wall,” she spoke apprehensively, remembering that last night felt like a secret needing to be kept between just the two of them. “He didn’t tell you? He got back before me, didn’t he?”

“ The boy was gone too?” Mal whispered down to Mimir who seemed equally as confused. ‘Had they really not noticed?’ The girl thought to herself, looking at her shoes. Mal and Mimir looked at each other. The man stood, nodding to Mal that she could take her leave, and walked YN out of the great hall and to his study.

“You were with Heimdall? Did he take you to the wall?

“No, no, I was just taking a walk and he was there.”

“Was he… upset?” YN frowned at the question, realizing there may only be a few reasons why he would have been alone.

“O-of course not. He was actually... Uh… annoyed I was bothering him.”

“Did he try to threaten you?”

“What? N-no we just talked for a bit.” She could feel Mimir’s eyes staring down at her, waiting for more information. She wrung her hands as she thought of a way to cover the boy's tracks. “I.. couldn’t sleep. So I took a walk early this morning. Heimdall was…” she thought for a moment, biting her lip, “He was practicing.”

“Practicing?”

“ Y-yes!” She looked up at Mimir, a small smile on her face as she thought out the rest of her lie. “Practicing for… when he needs to stand watch on the wall!” She then scoffed, putting an air of pompousness she knew the boy would have had if she hadn’t found him the way she had. “ “ It's a very important job, you know? And It’s meant just for me. I’m very important and powerful. You’re lucky I’m even letting you stand here! I’m supposed to smite anyone that enters Asgard! Blah blah blah!” YN mimicked Heimdall’s mannerisms, waving her hands in the air and glaring proudly up at Mimir as she mocked the boy. Mimir chortled, shaking his head at YN’s antics as she trotted around, hands on her hips looking around with a holier-than-thou attitude.

“Alright, alright, I got it. Stop that now, you’ll get us in trouble.” He pressed his hand on top of the girl's head, pulling her closer to his side. She giggled, relieved inside that she was able to cover her tracks at least with Mimir. As they walked into the study, YN could see a glimmer of gold and white retreating from her vision as the door to the study closed.

Everywhere she went that day, she just barely saw a flash of white and gold, or a pair of pink eyes tracking her before disappearing. YN wasn’t a stranger to being watched, she knew exactly who it was. Yet every time she turned to get a glimpse of Heimdall or try to speak with him, he was gone. He was out of the great hall by the time she sat to eat. The door creaking closed, was her only indicator. At their regular sparing session, Thor and Baldur were by themselves, saying Heimdall must have wanted to train alone. And the more he seemed to hide from her, just out of reach, the more frustrated she got. To the point, she felt she was chasing a ghost around Asgard. It had been a full day now and YN was on the verge of giving up to go to supper. She huffed as she mentally gave in, meeting the end of another empty hall she had sworn she had seen the boy turn down.

“Dammit!” YN groaned before walking back down the stairs, defeated. “ maybe after dinner…” she walked past Odin’s study, her feet dragging.

“Where were you last night, son?” YN heard Odin’s voice echo from the room. Her steps slowed to a stop and she turned back towards the study, the door cracked just so.

“I was off training, father. I wanted to work on my range for mindreading.” curiosity drew her closer as she crouched to the foot of the door, peering in. Odin stood stall, looming over his youngest son.

“Try. Again.” He nearly growled, his gravelly voice sending a tremble down YN’s spine. Heimdall tried and failed not to shrink under his father’s booming voice, his arms crossed behind his back as he waited in bitter silence for an answer. Heimdall could do nothing but stare at his feet, and YN could see his shoulders trembling from where she stood. Odin waited a beat longer before sighing and barked out, louder this time. “ Answer me, Heimdall!”

Heimdall bowed his head lower, and his hands tightened at his sides. YN shivered at the way Odin spoke to his son behind closed doors. She understood what Heimdall had meant. He could pretend all day that he didn’t care if she told anyone, but YN knew he was terrified. Because this was not the first time he had run to cry on the wall. And it was not the first time he had been reprimanded for letting his overstimulation get the better of him. YN’s fists tightened against her shirt and her heartbeat hammered in her ears. She raked her fingers through her hair, standing up and taking a deep breath before knocking on the door loud and clear, smoothing out the nervousness in her voice with a cough.

“Um, Hello? All-Father? Are you here?” she called out as she yanked the door open. Odin barely suppressed his glare as their eyes met, and Heimdall looked at her with a unique combination of shock and horror. Odin straightened and looked at the girl with a warm smile.

“Oh, hello dear girl, did you need something? I was speaking to Heimdall about a private matter.”

“Um…” ‘I didn’t think this through.’ she thought, and if Heimdall could roll his eyes without getting caught by the All-Father, they would have been in the back of his head. YN smiled sheepishly, her fist still wrapped around the door handle.

“Oh, I was actually going to ask… if you’ve seen Heimdall! But he’s right here! U-um can we go to dinner together?” she asked, rocking on her heels before entering the room and standing next to the boy with an eager smile. Heimdall just continued to stare, more dumbfounded by the second. Odin tilted his head, his own confusion evident on his face despite his smile.

“Oh? Are you two getting along better now?”

“Yes! In fact um, we uh took a walk early this morning together. To the wall.”

“Ah,” Odin hummed, turning back to his son, his brows raised. “So you two were together at the wall this morning.” his jaw tightened as he watched his son cower, and turned his attention to the girl. “And did you walk there together? Or was he already there?” his voice was curious, but YN could feel his intentions like a snake constricting tighter around her rib cage. YN kept her smile, looking at Odin with innocent confusion.

“Well actually, I-I kinda had a nightmare.” Her shoulders shrunk as she looked down at her fingers. “ a-and I uh… I think I kind of woke him up.” she smiled sheepishly, her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Odin frowned, crossing his arms.

“I see. You know, Heimdall is not supposed to be out of his room after nightfall. He has a very strict schedule.” Odin turned to his son, his eye glaring down at him cryptically. “He needs his rest.” Heimdall looked up at his father, catching on to the girl’s act and listening to what she wanted him to say next.

“I know, All-Father. I tried to get her back to bed but she kept making noise… it was annoying.” YN nodded in agreement, her eyes apologetic.

“I couldn’t go back to sleep… s-so I went back out into the hall. I woke him up again and I-I said I was just going to go for a walk. He, uh, “ YN looked over at Heimdall and smiled softly, “He said I’d find a way to get lost somehow…so he went with me! We got to the wall and just talked before falling asleep there.”

You slept there?” He asked Heimdall, his brow raised. YN fidgeted a bit but nodded, running to step in front of Heimdall to catch Odin’s attention.

“It’s all my fault, All-Father. I ruined his sleep and dragged him all the way out there. And when he wanted to go back I asked him to stay… because I didn’t want to be alone.” She looked down at her feet, ashamed. Heimdall looked at the girl for a moment and frowned at the feeling of her hand reaching behind to grab at his sleeve. He didn’t pull away, taking a step closer to her. Odin stroked his beard as he pondered, looking between the two of them. He looked into the girl’s eyes, a flush on her face and shuffling at her feet. Then at his son, moving closer and refusing to make eye contact. He suddenly snorts, bubbling into laughter. The children started up at him in confusion, looking back at each other before staring back at the All-Father. Odin’s laughter subsided and he gave them an all-knowing smirk.

“ I think I see what’s going on here.” Heimdall swallowed thickly.

“ Y-you do?” The girl asked, a nervous smile on her face.

“ I do.” He crossed his arms, tapping his foot. Heimdall tightened his grip around the girl’s wrist and she could feel him shake. Finally, he tried to speak.

“ F-father, please-“ Odin clapped his hands suddenly with a laugh and put one hand on each child’s shoulders.

“ Oh I should have known something like this would happen! You are my son, after all!” Odin laughed, making Heimdall tilt his head, brows knit together. YN had a similar reaction, tilting her head in the opposite direction. Odin just chuckled, squeezing their shoulders tighter. “Now, don’t play coy with me. Going to the wall? Alone? At night? Hah!” he clapped Heimdall roughly on the back, making him stumble with a gasp. “ Just the place to impress a girl, hm Heimdall? Tell her all about your Asgardian duties. Make her feel safe?” Odin continued to chuckle, messing up his son’s braids with his hand as he hinted further and further at what he thought happened last night.

The two turned to each other. YN was the first to realize Odin’s insinuation, her cheeks turning to ripe tomatoes. Heimdall followed soon after, hearing her thoughts rush with embarrassing images of the young boy trying to make the girl swoon. His face went fully red down to his neck as he looked up at his father. The two shook their heads trying to stop Odin in his tracks, but to no avail.

“ N-no, All-Father really, I was just unable to sleep!” the girl protested, her vision going blurry with embarrassment as her face heated.

“ A-and I was just trying to get her to shut up-!!” Heimdall stumbled over his tongue, somehow feeling more mortified than if his father actually knew what had happened.

“ Now, now you two. No need to try and pull a fast one on me.” He wiped a humored tear from his eye, snorting slightly. “ My goodness.” He sighed, trying to go back to a more serious voice. “ However, pining aside,” he cleared his throat, “you are both far too young. And have your duties to focus on first. So ‘whatever happened last night’,” he nudged Heimdall with a snicker, who was too horrified to even move. “It stops now, alright?”

The two couldn’t so much as breathe, let alone muster a response. Odin looked down at their bright red faces, thinking he had fully figured the two out, and continued to chuckle to himself as he ushered the children out of the study.

“Now then,” he pushed them out the door. “I suppose that settles that. I’m glad you two are getting along better. Off to dinner now.” YN was quick to take the opportunity to escape, bowing deeply before running off down the hall, her face still hot and bright. Heimdall bowed at his father and tried to calm his flush as he started to walk away. “Oh, and Son?” Heimdall froze, turning slowly to meet his father’s gaze as he stood still at the entrance of his study. Odin smiled, grabbing the door handle. “Don’t get distracted. Or else.” and with that, he shut the door, leaving the boy in the hall to simmer.

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Heimdall walked slowly, his steps rigid as he made his way to his room. He had barely eaten at supper, and the more he thought about what Odin had said, the more stressed he became. Did he think Heimdall would get so easily swayed by some silly girl? Or that he would ever even for a moment have any feelings for her. She was annoying, she was loud, she was vile, she was-

“Heimdall?”

She was right behind him.

Heimdall cursed under his breath, his mind spinning as he turned to where the girl had called, peeking out her bedroom door. She ushered him closer.

“C-can we talk?”

Heimdall rolled his eyes, deciding he had dealt with her far more than enough already and needed to get some rest.

“Please?”

Damn her. He could hear her mind racing from across the hall. And he doubted it would get quieter any time soon. Heimdall growled as he turned on his heel. YN opened the door a bit wider for him to enter then shut it, turning to face him. Immediately, her face started to go rosy and before she could even voice her thoughts, Heimdall cut her off.

“Just,” He spoke sternly, his hands in front of him, “Don’t.” his face was stone, but the tips of his ears turned pink as he heard her thoughts. Her worry, her fear, her guilt, her embarrassment. It hit him in waves and made his stomach turn. The girl kicked the edge of the rug with her toes, shuffling awkwardly

“I”m sorry… I was just trying to help…” Heimdall scoffed, a sarcastic grin on his face.

“Yeah, great job with that. Now he thinks we” they took looked at each other, a shiver going down their spines as they grimaced at the thought. “The point being,” Heimdall huffed, hands on his cheeks to cool them, “ Now the All-Father will most likely keep an even closer eye on us. On me…” he frowned, glaring at the girl. “I had everything under control. You messed it all up.” YN froze at Heimdall’s cold words, her shoulders shrinking slightly. At no answer, Heimdall rolled his eyes, making his way to the door.

“He sounded pretty mad at you.” the girl spoke up, wringing the end of her shirt in her fists. Heimdall scoffed.

“He was concerned. That’s all.”

“No… he was angry…just like you knew he would be.” Heimdall’s hand rested on the door handle, frozen in place. “How long have you had these attacks?... how many times have you-”

“Shut up.” His voice rumbled in a low growl, YN stood ridged, their backs to each other. She swallowed thickly before turning to glare at Heimdall’s back.

“No. This is important.”

“You are putting your nose where it doesn’t belong.” He snapped back, turning to face her. “You have been nothing but a thorn under my nail since the moment you came to Asgard.” he took a step closer, then another, slowly backing her up as he spoke, eyes glowing. “Who do you think you are? Acting concerned, coddling me when you barely have any baring of your own senses.” He jabbed a finger into her shoulder, “ I was fine before you were here and I’m fine now. So do us both a favor,” he glared, his face looming over her own, “Stay away from me. Chittering bird.”

YN Swallowed, meeting the boy’s gaze. She didn’t tremble or break eye contact, and locked Heimdall in a stare, daring him to make good on any threat he held in his voice.

“I’m not scared of you, Heimdall,” she spoke finally. “And I don’t pity you, either.” She took a step closer and Heimdall frowned, edging backward. YN spoke as she thought, with no wavering in her voice or mind. It confused the boy. Frustrated him. Vexed him to no end. “ You talk all the time about how you are better than everyone because you can see the lies they tell to others and themselves. But you are no better.” she pushed him further away, a scowl growing larger as she shook her head at him. “You lie to yourself as much as anyone else. We are alike in that way. Lying to make living easier.”

“We are not the same!” he snapped, pacing around the room like a caged gradungr.

“Then why didn’t you tell me off, yesterday… why did you ask me to make everything quiet, only to say you never wanted me there to begin with.” Her voice was gentle, asking innocent questions that made the boy’s head spin.

She had made him careless. Made him rest too peacefully. Made him too calm. He had run to the wall before. Let it be the refuge for him to let out his frustrations and fears. But to be so careless and let someone else in was a mistake.

“What about you?” He switched the subject. He felt no desire to unpack anything tonight. He just wanted answers. “Why didn’t you say anything? Why did you bother to help at all? And why did you lie for me? What is your motive in all of this!”

He had panicked when YN got back, terrified she would tell the first person she saw about the pathetic display he put on last night. But when she ran into Mal and Mimir, she was more confused that they weren’t aware he had been gone as well.

He listened to the story she spun to Mimir, a deep frown on his face the entire time. Despite her insults, however, she protected his truth, and that confused him. Heimdall followed her, waiting to see her speak to anyone. Tyr, Thor, Baldur. But when asked where he was, she gave some little excuse about thinking he was mad at her for taking the last apple at breakfast, or that she was looking forward to sparing him but wasn’t sure where he had gone. She never once even tried to seek the All-Father. Never once tried to out him.

“Why were you looking for me, all day? You think you can dangle this over my head like blackmail?” His voice was low, and his gaze pierced through her. His shoulders shook, as the girl matched his stare and froze as he slowly started to hear what now felt like a haunting melody in the air. It forced his heart to slow to a steady beat, and cleared his mind despite his best efforts to stay riled up.

“I just wanted to make you feel better,” she spoke, shrugging slightly. The answer was lame, and she knew it. But it was also the only thing that came to mind. She sighed, pivoting on her heel to turn away from him. “I think… my powers give me a disposition… to want to help people. I just want to solve things. So when I heard you and saw you last night, I didn’t think to myself, “This is something for me to use later.” I just… wanted to stop your sadness. And give you peace.” Heimdall felt his heart steady and the music she hummed in her head calmed his senses. It was as though against his will, he felt at ease. And no matter how he tried to deny it, he was thankful for her actions. Heimdall frowned, not wanting to rely on the girl to feel at peace.

“I don’t need peace.”

“No. Of course not,” she smiled, “ and you don’t care if everyone knows that your powers haunt you at night.” she saw him stiffen from the corner of her eye, his feet shifting, “Because that would make you weak. Just like peace would.”

“You don’t know me.”

“No,” she agreed, turning to look at him as she sat on her bed, “but I doubt we’ll be seeing any less of each other. So we might as well get along.” Heimdall laughed, his voice cold and dry.

“Is that your logic, queen kindness?” he mocked.

“Maybe,” she shrugged. “What if I put it this way: we can use each other. You need to practice reading minds. Correct?”

“Your point” his brow raised.

“Well,” she started, “ you can practice with me. We will study in quiet places so you can concentrate, and then you can learn to do it from farther reaches. This way you’ll only have one voice you need to focus on at first, before branching off to other people.”

“And I would want to hear your little drabble daily because…?” he rolled his wrist, unconvinced. YN smiled sheepishly, her hands on her knees. “Well, I can practice my powers to calm you. It would let me learn to mediate without taking control. So really, there’s two things in it for you!”

“Hah!” Heimdall snorted, arms crossed. “You’re insane if you think I’m letting you into my head to twist my thoughts around. I don’t need you making me some silly little flower-picking fool.”

“I’ll only use it for your nightmares.” he paused for a moment and she grinned, “Doesn’t that sweeten the pot at least a little bit? You get to practice reading minds, you won’t suffer the nightmares anymore, and I get to practice my abilities.”

“And how am I supposed to trust you in any of this?’ he frowned tapping his foot. YN shrugged, standing to face Heimdall again. “Well, you will be reading my mind. Surely if you notice I have anything “nefarious” going on, you’ll catch it.” Heimdall pondered for a moment, scratching his head.

“I still don’t understand what you get from this. Why do you want to help me so much?”

“ you said so yourself. I've been a thorn under your nail? You’re not much of a peach to be around either. So,” she smirked, “If I do this for you, you need to stop giving me too hard a time. I just want peace, at the end of the day.” she stuck out her hand, hoping he would agree. He scoffed, his eyes shining with that twinkle that said ‘you’re nothing but a fool’

“How pathetic. Letting me take advantage of you so you can be left alone.” he grabbed her hand, shaking it stiffly. “ Fine. But,” he barked, pulling her closer, “ let me make one thing clear. I do not like you and I will throw you to the wolves if you prove to be useless. We are not friends.” YN rolled her eyes.

And thank the gods for that.”

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