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comradebezukhov · 2 years

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Enamoured

Pierre Bezukhov x f!reader fic

Word count: 2.1 K

Fic type: fluff, confession fic, friends to lovers

Warnings: brief mention of masturbation/sex, almost-sex, slight age gap (Pierre is 29-30 while reader is 21)

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Count Pierre Bezukhov is no stranger to love.

He is ashamed to admit it, but he has been enamoured with many women throughout his life. From the servant girl that took care of him when he was a child to the wife of the viscount that he stayed with in Paris, from the beautiful Helene to the young Natasha. Yet his love always ended in disaster, the servant girl left Bezukhov household after getting engaged to a man form her hometown, the wife of the viscount saw him as nothing more than a child, Helene divorced him for a Spanish royal, and Natasha will be married to Andrei in a month. It has occured to him that he was not blessed with the gift of romance by fate, and over time he has gradually accepted the fact.

Yet this time, he dares to hope that it would be different.

Princess (Y/N) Lebedev, the 21-year-old daughter of Prince Lebedev the diplomat, is an enchanting creature. You are currently staying with your father in Berlin, where Pierre will be spending the winter, as he has been requested by the freemasons. Prince Lebedev, a old friend of his father, has been kind enough to host him. The family has welcomed him with cordial familiarity despite it being their very first encounter, and Pierre is quite content with this little getaway after the war.

Right now you are sitting across Pierre at the dinner table. Your gleaming eyes greet Pierre's warmly as they do to anyone else's in the dining room, and Pierre couldn't help but smile back. There is something in you that makes his heart skip a bit, yet he can't quite name it.

The chatter in the room suddenly fades when Prince Lebedev speaks, “You know, it is hard to believe that my bright daughter has, once again, turned down a suitor.”

“Papa!” scolded (Y/N).

“It's alright darling, I'm just entertaining our guests, eh?” He continued. (Y/N)'s face turns a even brighter shade of red.

A little girl's voice is heard, “And who is it that (Y/N) turned down, Uncle?”

“You won't believe it,” says your mother, “It was M.Becker, Old Becker's second son.”

One of (Y/N)'s cousin gasped in disbelief, “That so? But why? Dear cousin, I simply do not see any imperfections in M. Becker. I understand that you are not shallow like some of us, who only care about wealth and looks (the cousin was looking at her own sister while saying that), but M.Becker, well, he was as clever as he is well-mannered. I can't understand why you would refuse him.”

You put down the glass of champagne before speaking, “M. Becker is a very fine gentlemen, that is for certain, by I just find myself incompatible with him and the air or arrogance that he carries with himself.”

“What about Duke William, the cousin of the English King?”

“Mama, he's 20 years older than me!” You say.

“Still, at this rate, your baby sister would be married before you,” comments the Prince, gesturing to his toddler daughter.

“Well,” interupts Pierre, drawing the attention of everyone else in the dining hall, “I am sure that for a young heiress like (Y/N), another eligible bachelor would be at your door asking for her hand in no time.”

Pierre glances around the room as he speaks, his face heating up as you give him a grateful smile.

“But she keeps turning all of them down! It is natural for a mother to worry, certainly.”

“Without a doubt,” Pierre replies, “but I believe that with her beauty and wit, she gets to be picky about the man she will spend the rest of her life with.”

Your face suddenly flushes as Pierre speak these words, and he can't help but wonder if there is a certain man that you are thinking of. Something hot burns in Pierre's chest, a mixture of jealousy and fear, but it is soon replaced by a hollow feeling of self-pity. Surely, whether you are in love with another man or not, you would never possibly want him, a divorced man who has nothing but his wealth.

The conversation is soon taken over by someone else. Pierre has finished another bottle of wine by the time the Prince urges everyone into the ballroom.

Pierre just sits in the corner, observing the circles of man and woman around him. He tries to keeps his gaze away from you, but it is an impossible task. Your ivory dress and the pearls in your headdress are literally shining in the candlelight. You look like a goddess, and he just can't help but stare in awe.

He notices that you seem to be under some form of distress as you stand next to your mother. No one is asking you for a dance, he realizes. This shocks him, but delights him even more, and he finds himself advancing towards you before he is able to stop himself.

“May I have the first dance, if I am allowed to ask for such an honour?”

The way your face lights up warms his heart, “Yes, of course!”

His palm is sweaty as he leads you to the dance floor, and he prays that you will not notice it.

“Thank you, Count, for saving me just then,” you say as the two of you waltz to the music.

He chuckles, his face flushing with bashfulness, “You are exaggerating, Princess. I only spoke the truth.”

You smile widens. He can feel his heart racing, “Still, thank you. You were the only one who hasn't told me that I should get myself a husband before I become an old maid.”

“Do not listen to them,” he says, his voice sincere, as he twirls you around the room. “I stand my ground, a clever, pretty young woman like you gets to be picky. You deserve the brightest, handsomest, best man on earth and nobody else.”

“You flatter me,” you giggle, the sound of your laughter is like music to his ears, “thank you.”

“You have been thanking me an awful lot tonight, Princess.”

“And you have been awfully kind to me tonight, Count.”

He smiles, and the two of you are silent from then on. Somehow, you look even more divine upclose, your smile radiant, your breath quickening as you dance. Oh how he wishes that this moment can be frozen in time, that the song will never end.

But it does, and Pierre just stands and watches as your newly married cousin approaches the two of you to ask for a dance.

He acknowledges your cousin by nodding to him as you give him once final tender glance. Your eyes lingers at you walk away, not noticing that you are in the way of a server holding several glasses of champagne.

The glasses fall to the ground as you and the sever collide and fall to the ground. Most of the liquid end up splashed onto the server, while one of the glass pieces has cut your hand.

“Y/N!” cries your cousin. He quickly pulls you up.

“Hold them for me, please,” he says, handing the gloves to Pierre as he inspects your wound. “We need to get you out of here. Count, do help me tell her parents, won't you? Excellent.”

Pierre watches, concerned as your cousin and his wife escort you away. He found your parents in the other end of the ballroom, and excuses himself as soon as his mission is completed.

He has considered checking up on you, but realises he does not know where you are, so he decides to simply retire for the night.

Your gloves fall out of his pocket as he undresses. He picks them up, the smoothmess of the silk making his skin sting. Only a small part of one of the gloves is stained by the blood which has already dried. They smell just like you, soft, refreshing and flowery. He lifts them to his nose and sniff them greedily, taking in and memorising your scent.

He grip on the fabric tightens as he allows himself to fall onto the bed. He quickly loosens his trousers, his hand quickg crawling to his crotch. A moan escapes his mouth as he feels the silk between his legs...

“Count Bezukhov?” a soft, feminine voice calls out. He must be hallucinating, he thinks, why else would you be in his room?

“Count?” the voice repeats, and he lifts his head to find you standing at his door, changed into a blue cotton gown, your eyes widened, shock clearly written on your face.

Pierre quickly realises what a horrid scene that must be, his private part exposed, your gloves being held around it. Shame overwhelms him.

“I am so sorry, (Y/N),” he mutters, desperately trying to cover himself.

“I was knocking,” you say, gesturing to the door with your bandaged hand, “but you didn't answer. Then I heard you cry out and I thought you were in danger.”

“Oh,” he says, staring at the floor, too embarrassed to meet your gaze, “why... why are you looking for me at such an hour?”

“I was wondering if you can return my gloves,” you say, your eyes darting to the silk, already stained by his precum. “But it seems that there are no need now.”

His face flushes even redder, tears begin to pool in his eyes, “Sorry, (Y/N), I was just— I am so sorry, I am ashamed of myself, I should leave immediately the next morning. You would never see me again. Do not think ill of me, no, feel free to be disgusted by me, I know that I am—but I am just—I—”

“Hush, Pierre,” you say, calling him by the name now.

“What?" He mutters, confused.

“I am... surprised, but I am not disgusted, not exactly.”

“But how...?”

He takes in a deep breath as you make your way towards his bed, locking the door behind you.

“Do you want me, Pierre?”

“I... What?”

“Do you want me?” you repeat, a smirk climbing onto your face.

He sighes, and whispers, his voice shaky, “Yes, yes I do, since the moment I met you.”

“Good,” you mumble softly, “because I want you too.”

“What? But—” you cut him off with a kiss.

His heart nearly falls out of his chest when you allow yourself to sit on top of him.

“All those men that I turned down?” you say, your lips touching his with each syllable, “I did it because of you. I was hoping that you would make a move, but since you didn't I thought you were not interested...”

“No, that is not true,” he says breathlessly. “I just... don't believe that I am deserving of your love.”

“Why would you think that?” You hold his face between your palms, “You are to me the brightest, handsomest, best man on earth. Always.”

“I... I still don't believe I am worthy of you,” he says, your warmth making his head spin.

“Then I shall prove it to you,” you says, before leaning down to kiss him again. You taste like wine and honey, he thinks, and he almost faints when he feels you gently bite his lower lip.

Pierre moans as your hand roughly rub his thigh. His is running his hand through your hair when he feels your fingers unlacing your own dress.

“Wait, (Y/N), not yet,” he says, pulling away.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” You question with a frown.

“No, it's just that... it's not right for me to take you, right now.”

You pout and he just takes a deep breath.b“I should talk to your father tomorrow.”

“About what?” you ask, anxious that he is talking about leaving.

“Well, my dear,” he says, reassuming that air of seriousness that he had talked to you in during the ball, “We're no strangers to love. You know the rules and so do I.”

“A full commitment is what I am thinking of,” he continues, “You wouldn't get it from any other guy.”

You open your mouth and try to speak, but he gently press a finger to your lips, begging you to let him continue, “I just want to tell you how I am feeling. Got to make you understand that I'm never goung to give you up, never going to let you down, never going to run around and desert you, never going to tell a lie and hurt you.

As he seals the promise with a kiss, you smile to yourself, knowing that you have found a man who is never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna throw a marble table at you and try to kill you.

#war and peace #pierre bezukhov #Pierre Bezukhov x reader #paul dano x reader #Pierre Bezukhov imagines #paul dano imagines #Pierre Bezukhov/reader #Paul Dano/reader #Paul Dano

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 9 months

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💬💕👒🐾

OooooO thank you dear anon! And since this one doesn't really have specifics on who/ which fankids, (also cause I already answered two of these with my TLB fankids) I'm gonna do Karai and the other next gen of Hamato babies! >:D

💬: what was your child's first word? was it a nickname for you or your f/o or something entirely different?

Karai's first word was actually a misshap on Donnie's part LOL. 😳 He would refer to Tamsin by her nickname 'Tams' a lot rather than calling her 'mom' or 'mama' with Karai in the room. So you can imagine the absolute dread when he heard her start exclaiming 'Toms' or 'Tums' when looking or calling for mom.

It made Tamsin laugh of course, she wasn't too bothered by it and Karai eventually figured out mom was was she was referred to. The rest of the kids did pretty good! The first few Mama's and 'da's' here and there.

Another silly story is that David's first word was actually 'Leo!' Due to the fact this kid loves his uncle and aspired to be like him since he could crawl. Donnie is still salty. 😭

💕: which parent does your child tend to cling to? does it make the other parent jealous?

This one vary and depends on which kid!

Karai leans toward Tamsin, Jeremiah leans to Donnie. David is a full out Mama's boy with Niccolo coming in second with Zuccone and Maggie who could probably spend their whole days locked onto Donnie's legs like koalas.

👒: which physical traits does your child get from you? which do they get from your f/o?

Karai and Maggie are full softshell mutants like Donnie! With green eyes and markings on their face similiar to freckles like their mom!

And the boys are mutant human hybrid, looking mostly human/like Tamsin with a little bit of turtle here and there (tails, markings like Donnies, and they can churn or make clicking noises!) They also have Donnie's brown eyes.

🐾: do you and your f/o have any pets alongside your child? how do they get along?

Nope. None. AT ALL. Donnie refuses to get a pet to add to the chaos of their little family- no matter how many puppy-dog eyes he gets or please from both his kids and his wife LOL

TYSM for the ask, anon!! 💜💜

#rottmnt #rottmnt oc #rottmnt x oc #rottmnt x reader #cherry answers #ask #rottmnt donnie #rise of the tmnt #last hope au #🍊💜#tamsitello #rottmnt fanart #cherry rambles

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zyxelia · 2 years

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With You

Pairing: Junpei Yoshino x F!reader

wc: 1411 words

Summary: Falling in love with a quiet boy. It's a little hard because he's always shy. After parting for a while, i will try to befriend him. But, he's going to a boy's private school. That doesn't mean any change to the plans anyway

I just fall in love with himm

part 1 , part 2

"So, I just need to move this here, and then…"

You were trying to dress up for your first day at school. even though it's still 4 a.m. And the sun still hasn't come up.

"Hais, Why does a boy's uniform feel more comfortable with long pants? Not like the girl's, with a short skirt." You sighed. "Not to mention how cold I feel when it's raining." You turn your head back and look at your own reflection in the mirror.

"I could have fallen in love with myself, really." Rubbing your cheeks with your index finger, "This uniform felt so comfy."

"I believe there are no rules about having long hair in school." You decided to style them in a side-swept style with a hair tie in the end to keep them in place.

"The card's identity, check. The bag and books, check. All the file checks… "

You were smiling like an idiot, feeling unbelievably happy and a little bit guilty about your own actions. How easily can you get a new identity because of your aunt, and how easily can you gain access to get into a high-class private boy's school knowing your real identity? Luckily, your uncle had a relationship with the headmaster.

Both your aunt and uncle are willing to help you achieve your first love with silly actions.

"We can tell his family to arrange a marriage," your uncle said, looking directly at you in the eyes.

"No need, Uncle. I had already settled my mind when I moved out of the house. " You smile.

"It's a boys' private school. Are you really sure? " Your aunt added, looking worried.

"Yes"

"I see," your uncle said, still not letting you out of his eyes. "How did you end up meeting and liking him anyway? No, first, who is he? Where did he come from? Which family did he come from? What about his parents? "

"There, dear," Your Aunt is slowly patting your Uncle's back to reassure him. "I'm sure [insert name] would tell us as we keep up with this conversation." Your Aunt gives a reassuring smile to your Uncle, which calms him a bit.

"Allright." Your Uncle responded. Trying to restrain himself "I'm just worried. [Insert name], You're the only child of your parents. That can also mean you're the direct heir to being the next family's head. Do you understand about that? "

"I see what you mean, Uncle."

"I also mean all the responsibility you will hold after being the family's head."

"Yes."

"So dear, What do you like about the boy? " Your Aunt is asking, teasing you.

You can feel your cheeks redden.

Where would you start? Ah, it feels dizzy. But your head was stuck on a sweet memory that you always keep in your head.

Your first encounter with him .

"Pretty…"

You just froze. What? What is that boy's voice?

"Such a pretty blue dress and a pretty necklace too…"

You don't know what to do, so you don't move from your place until the boy says another word.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" You can hear a boy's voice right beside you.

"I made a sand castle," you responded to him.

"Alone?" He asks, tilting his head to get a good look into your face.

"I don't have any friends." You answer. His question stops you from your work. It makes you sad and you look directly into his eyes with a watery gaze.

"I can be your friend!" He declared, and took your hands to intertwine with his. "Let's play all day! You have no school tomorrow, right? " He looks so happy in your eyes, it makes you let him do whatever he wants and you— you just stand behind and follow him after.

"I'm Junpei Yoshino, by the way. Yours?"

"[Insert name]"

"That's a pretty name, it's a pleasure to meet you" Junpei smiles happily.

Day after day, you follow your two routines. Everything runs smoothly; playing in the park, sleeping in his house, or maybe yours? going to school together, eating together during lunch, and a lot more.

You remember the time he defended you from other boys who were bullying you, or the time he gave you a piggyback ride because you sprained your ankle. saying things like "I told you to not do that" along the way back.

You remember the time he gave you a matching necklace. At first, he felt bad because that would mean you needed to replace the old ones you were already wearing. But you reassured him that you were fine, and you liked the idea.

You got the key necklace, while he got a love necklace with a keyhole on it. If you opened it, there would be a picture of the two of you smiling while having a picnic in the park.

"Little moon"

"Huh? Little moon?" You are confused, looking at him.

"I-it's just a nickname. I'll stop if you don't like it..." He was fidgeting with his fingers, avoiding your gaze.

"I love it." You smile at him.

"Does that mean you accept it? I'm glad..." He rubs his face on your palm, makes you giggle.

You both cry when you need to move because of your parents, but that's not the matter anymore. You're here now. And you're going to approach him like he did to you in your first encounter with him.

"That's the story." You smile happily.

Both your uncle and aunt give you a long pause before nodding slowly, accepting your ways. .

"It feels like a dream," you murmured. "I'm going to find you soon, darling." You look out the window. You felt the warmth of the morning.

"Going to pack a box for lunch, huhu" You went downstairs and packed your lunch. Not one, but two separate boxes. You were hoping that you could see him, your childhood crush, and share a meal with him.

Before going, you touch your key necklace gently, smiling softly at it while remembering old memories.

After everything has been settled down, you lock the door and leave home to go to school .

You know it already; it's a high-class private school. But you can't help but feel amazed at how luxurious it looks. You're pretty sure your little home that you live alone in now and need at least 20 minutes to walk to school, need at least 10? Or maybe 20 to fill up the garden itself.

Even the fountain had a touch of gold. In the old home, they only made it from porcelain. You don't live in the main house, after all. You can't take your focus off of the beautiful fountain in front of you. It's pretty, and there's coins... "By throwing coins here, they must be granting their wish." You told yourself.

Along the way you walk, you can absolutely tell that all the flowers are so pretty. Everything seems to be in the hand of a professional. They were sorted in order of their colours, and the smell is strong yet calming to your senses.

There are some butterflies that are flying around, along with some little bees. A soft wind is singing, letting the leaves make a little dance for it. Your mouth let out a giggle. Ah, it only makes the scene in front of you feel more magical.

Your stroll has been interrupted by the sound of people beating up someone near the gate at the back of the school. God, it's still early in the morning.

"That's what you get for being a loser," said someone as he kept throwing kicks at a boy's stomach.

The boy was surrounded by many people. Laughter can be heard in the air. Just when he's trying to look up, another kick lands on his stomach.

The boy could only gasp. The kick just earlier was way more hurtful.

"I assume you are tired. Stop being a loser then," a girl said, pulling the boy by the hair. His face is a mess now.

"What did I do to deserve this?' was something that always ringing in his head.

"Answer my question, you—"

"Alright, stop right there."

Everyone was turning their heads towards the voice. A new face, probably a new student? It seems like she's—no. It's a boy's school. It's a he.

But the appearance is way more beautiful than any girl they've ever met.

"And, what would you do if we didn't?"

"Beat you guys up, of course."

#junpei yoshino #junpei yoshino x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu fluff #jujutsu imagines

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drinkingpoison · 6 months

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If you still want asks from it 💣🆘 and 🪤 for William Afton from the Villain F/Os asks

ofc! He'd love to. We just woke up for the night shift, heh.

"You guys wanna hear from me again huh? Good thing I like talking about my Jerbear. Let's go."

💣 - What was your WOW moment where you realized that S/I was the one?

"Oh boy.. Well, I don't know how much I'm actually allowed to share about this one. But he's been the one from the first moment we met.

We were, uhh.. quite young, to say the least, I think we're off about ten years? Anyway, he'd come into the diner where I was working and living with Henry, his uncle, to play and spend the day. Kind of like babysitters, yknow.

Long story short... We'd hang out, watch the shows, dance, and play games while Henry served the few customers we had. Always so sweet and full of life, he hated going home, eventually put a stop to that. But, that's a story for another time."

🆘 - Have you ever had to go to rescue S/I? Have they ever had to rescue you?

"Rescue... Real chin scratcher, there. I've already shared how he came to stay with us, can't keep rehashing that one. Ah! I thought of something that might count.

Being the sweet boy he is, and quite knowledgeable on how the band works, Jeremy took it upon himself to try and give my dear Bonnie a little upkeep. I found him after one of those spring-locks snapped a finger right off. The hospital trip took sooo long, and on a nice day, too."

🪤 - Has a trap ever been involved in the relationship? Anything from a physical trap, to a small lie you got caught up in?

"We'd be here forever if you get me started on every time this applies, let me narrow it down...

This should count as a trap and lie that I got him caught up in.. But he was pretty damn upset when he learned what was going on. Without going into too much detail, children in a strange environment are at times.. More likely to follow another child than a strange adult or robot. Some actually find them quite terrifying.

So when he was a boy, he'd simply help me by going to make friends and bringing them to the back. I had to come up with some explanation for what happened when he couldn't find them again, you know?"

#proship #selfship #profovember #proselfship #comship #fnaf #🚬#thank you sm for the ask!!#i love writing as William #I hope no ones too bothered by the subject matter hes uhm #a doozy of a guy #🩷

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idyllic-affections · 7 months

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🐉Anon hereThe idea of big sis' Shenhe that li-Love-li brought up does get the gears of my thought-organ wirring with thoughts, questions and ideas.

Stuff like:I

f we were to be her bio-sibling, would we come from the same mother (and would that mean that Shenhe's pappy would attempt to sacrifice the sibling along with her? Which could be doubly fucked up, because Shenhe's sibling would probably only be a toddler at the oldest at that time, +that now could mean potentially 2 emotionally stunted and/or confused humans raised by the adepti), or would they be the child of another woman that Dadhe got with some time after he failed to bring his og wife back? Who Shenhe discovers the existence of later down the line (perhaps with the help of the Traveller and/or Chongyun)

I mean either way, it's +1 Auntie/Uncle for our boi Chongus!

Now that I think about it, wouldn't Chongyun referring to Shenhe as "Auntie" imply the existence of a blood-sibling? Or is it more of an honorary thing of a sort?

Another thought: since it is pretty reasonable to assume that Shenhe would be among the more protective sorts of older siblings, so Xingqiu better watch his ass, because something tells me Shenhe's gonna watching like a hawk around her sibling. [Name]'s gonna have to have a talk with big sis' before she ends up doing something that'll get the Qixing on them XD. Basically imagine her "About Xingqiu" voiceline, but with her sibling rather than the Traveller lol.

Shenhe: So… he was just joking with you?

[Name]: Yes.

Shenhe: …you are sure?

[Name]: Yep.

Shenhe: Absolutely certain?[Name]: Mhm.

Shenhe: How do you know he wasn't just hiding a threat behind honeyed words meant to make you lower your guard-

[Name]: SHENHE, YOU'RE OVERTHINKING IT!Shenhe: Am I-?

[Name]: Y E S !

Shenhe: …

[Name]: …

Shenhe: …okay.

^I could see a convo going somewhere along the lines of this.

Oh gods. Dude, assuming that Shenhe and her sibling were born from the same mother, and that their father also tries to sacrifice the siblingalong with her, imagine how much worse Shenhe's rage could be? Like, it's already bad enough in cannon that the adepti had to essentially emotionally numb her, now you add in the equation of a sibling who was put in that same, horrific situation…

I could see Shenhe's younger sibling also acting as a sort of emotional support, helping quell her homicidal thoughts when they are at their worst. Maybe they do carry a grudge towards their father for trying to offer them up to the remnants of an evil God, but maybe it's not as bad as Shenhe's, so they didn't need to be numbed like she did.

Honestly, there's a few potential routes that could be taken with older sibling Shenhe. Lots of possibilities of how the two's dynamic could be handled!

Ooooh, while we're on the topic, what do you think could be some potential vision options for the younger sibling? 🤔I could see maybe Pyro, as an opposite to Shenhe, perhaps showing how they might be a bit more in-touch with their emotoins than she may be, or perhaps Electro, as a representation of how outcasted they may feel due to how the people of Liyue near-comstantly mistake them for Adpeti (because that's an unusually common trait of many Electro vision holders have, being outcasts of a sort in someway, somehow).

hi dear!!!!!! hello!!!! @li-love-li look you are inspiring my anons hehe <33

THAT'S SOMETHING I WAS THINKING ABOUT and i think that is soo fucked up. but you know, if they were also sacrificed with her, i think shenhe would just be so impossibly protective of them as they are raised among the adepti. that's her baby sibling, man. she would sooner die than let them get hurt. and that second option!! i think that has its own appeals. i feel like shenhe would want to meet them. i'm not sure why? but i feel like she'd want to know them. and maybe they also had a rough relationship with dadhe, since he... you know. sacrificed his first child. he already doesn't seem like a particularly great dad based on that fact alone (but i haven't read shenhe's lore in a while, so perhaps he was decent before his wife died? or maybe he was always a poor dad idk. ultimately it's insane that he decided to LITERALLY SACRIFICE HIS CHILD PLEASEEE).

but that's so true! another auntie/uncle for chongyun, as he deserves <3

and, as for chongyun's referral to shenhe, i think it's a cultural thing actually. i could be wrong because i am not chinese and have never been anywhere near china as a whole, but i think it's culturally appropriate for younger boys to call older women auntie. in chongyun & shenhe's case specifically, i think it is also a matter of their closeness. i also don't think they are bio-related, rather, i think shenhe just took up the auntie role in his life. i could be wrong about that too LMAO but yeah!!

AND HELPPPP THAT'S SO REAL she's so protective.... it comes from a good place though!!!

and MAN she would be so furious, i think, as if she isn't angry enough already. i think thw adepti would be even more adamant on her wearing the red ropes because of her sibling. i think she would just feel an uncontrollable flood of emotions every time she looked at their scarred face. and it's not because she's mad at them, not at all! she just cannot fathom how their vile father took a look at their once-innocent face and decided to sacrifice them with her.

that's very true, though! i think they would be good at helping to keep her calm. and i feel like shenhe would harbor the majority of the rage. like. her younger sibling also cannot stand the thought of their dad, but is much calmer about it than shenhe is.

PYRO VISION [NAME] OHHHHH i love that.... shenhe, cryo user shenhe, who is cold and perhaps a bit standoffish to some even if that isn't how she wants to be seen. shenhe who cannot allow herself to feel her destructive emotions. shenhe who feels as if there is a layer of glass between her and the rest of the world... meanwhile [name], pyro user [name], who is warm and open and feels their emotions very deeply to the point where their core is shaken easily. [name] who is deeply connected with the world around them.

shenhe, whose pain pushed her away from the world, and [name], whose pain brought them closer to it.

i can see shenhe's baby sibling also being outcasted and misunderstood, but somehow, it feels so appealing to have them be even closer to the world because of their pain...... sobs

all of the potential routes are so interesting to explore <3

#aphelion replies: 🐉 anon 🌸

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missrosegold · 9 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Thank you for the tag @kimkaelyn (also, my apologies, I thought I followed you way earlier, my mistake!) I'm going to post everything below the cut, since this is going to be a long post!!

Some of the stories that I'll mention here are from my old fandom which was... PPG. I'm not ashamed of them by any means - quite the opposite actually - it's what allowed me to start writing in the first place, and I met some of my best friends in that fandom, so I'll always be grateful to it for that, but there was a lot of things about that community that were not great, so I left. Some of these stories are old. I mean from FF days, but I did bring the ones I liked the most over onto my A03 (with a crap-ton of edits) so if anyone is interested in giving them a read, by all means, feel free!

and if my body should fade I'll trust you with my soul - Dabi x (F)reader (MHA/BNHA)

You’ve always been able to see the man with white hair and charred skin around your village, even though it seemed that nobody else could Or, you ended up making a deal with death, and now he’s come to collect

This particular story is near and dear to my heart, as it's the first story I wrote after a 2 year hiatus. COVID was murder on my mental health and I didn't have any motivation to write. It was around that time that I started getting into MHA, and subsequently discovered Dabi as well. Needless to say, I never looked back haha. I spent nearly 2 years lurking around the MHA A03 side, reading the delightful stories that authors on here published, and getting more familiar with this blog, before I decided that I wanted to try my hand I writing something again. This idea about Death God!Dabi had been floating around in my mind for quite some time at this point, and part of the inspiration for the story was from a post about Dabi, which had a quote attached to it that went something like: "Looking like half a corpse, half a god." I took it as a sign to keep going with the idea, and I ran with it. The story that came afterwards, was the end result. He fit's the role of a death god well, and I had a lot of fun writing this story! I've said it before, and I'll say it again: This story is my love letter to Dabi. His character is complex, and his story isn't a happy one, but that's what makes him so interesting. I love writing for him just as much as I love his characterization. He's challenging to write well, but in the best possible way.

2. always the fool with the slowest heart - Dabi x (F)reader (MHA/BNHA)

After a few particularly grueling years of working nonstop, you broke down and burnt yourself out. To escape the rat-race, you left for the island where your aunt and uncle live; back to the beach house you spent your summers at as a child. As you slowly work on building yourself back up, you start to realize some things on the island are not quite as you remember them to be.

Little did you know, there was a surprise waiting you in the shallows when you returned to the island nearly a decade after you last left.

Another AU story about Dabi, only this time, he's a merman. This one ended up getting away from me a bit, and the direction of the plot changed halfway into me writing it. It more or less turned into a way for me to vent my frustrations about working non-stop through the pandemic, and burning myself out very early on in my career. (turns out healthcare isn't the field you wanna be in with a global pandemic strikes, it wasn't a great couple of years for me). This story is more or less dedicated to anyone who has experienced some kind of burnout or mental exhaustion at some point in time + the added bonus of having a whirlwind romance with a large, attractive merman. The themes of escapism and dealing with anxiety/stress are heavier in this one, so if you have any triggers related to what I've listed, then please proceed with caution. This story ended up growing so large, I ended up breaking it up into 3 parts. Currently, 2/3 chapters are posted, but the final installment should be along shortly!

And here we move into stories from my old fandom. I namely wrote for the Greens (Butch and Buttercup). Before I say anything else - I want to make it clear that I only ever wrote these two as being somewhere in their late teens (18+ but maybe 17 here or there), to anywhere in their mid to late twenties. Writing for the PPG back in the day was a lot of fun, because the fandom itself was a sandbox of sorts. The show focused on when the girls were young, but what happened to them as they grew up? That's left largely up to the viewers discression, and boy did I have fun writing for the Greens in particular. The notorious middle children where just so full rage and bloodlust as kids, I had a ball envisioning them as they got older. So angsty, so good. It's because of this fandom that I have such an affinity for writing AU's - rarely do I ever actually focus on plot-related stories, AU's are just so incredibly fun to write. While I'm no longer apart of this fandom, I do still enjoy these stories:

3. Lords of the Playlist - Butch x Buttercup (PPG)

They were lords of the playlist – they were legends. Two forces of nature, housed in bodies strengthened by Chemical X. They breathed life into each other, fed off each other’s energy. They were everything.

This story in particular is one of my longest to date, reigning at 92 chapters. Are they full chapters? Absolutely not. These were a collection of one-shots inspired by songs that I thought suited the Greens - I even made the full playlist on Spotify! The chapters are not cohesive to each other, and each could be read alone, but the order of the songs do follow a certain flow. This story took me 3 years to complete fully: I started it in 2016 a few months after I started collage, and I finished it in 2019 a few months after I graduated, so it was a nice way to end things. I suppose I'm most proud of the fact I stuck with it for so long. Normally I don't end up finishing projects as big as this one was, but I did, which was a first for me at that time. All and all, this is still one of my favourite pieces I've written.

4. Killers Playground - Reds, Greens, Blues (PPG)

Mafia AU – They were three of Townsville’s most notorious crime lords. They were three good girls that got caught up in the wrong crowd. West Side Story has nothing on these kids.

Surprise surprise, it's another AU, but a mafia centered one, and no one has their powers. This one involved all 3 of the traditional counterpart parings, which is something I didn't normally do, but I wanted to try my hand at writing for the Reds and Blues (I still think the best chapter was the Greens though, haha). It was a three-parter with each pairing getting their own chapter, and they all intertwined at some point. This one was a little bit twisted but I had a great deal of fun writing it at the time! This story gained a lot of traction when I initially posted it, so I guess people enjoyed it as much as I did! This one is rated M for a reason though. It's mafia based, which is it's own warning in of itself.

5. Yearning - Butch x Buttercup (PPH)

The five times Butch wanted to kiss Buttercup, and the one time he did.

This story was one of the very first I ever posted. I think it was my second or third, honestly I can't remember. This one was my take on what a budding relationship between the Greens might have looked at as they grew older together, and tried to sort out their feelings for one another. This was written from Butch's point of view, as I have this headcannon that he's an emotionally constipated little gremlin who is so out of touch with himself, that he doesn't realize he has feelings (that are more then friendly) for his counterpart until they literally smack him in the face, and he's forced to admit it to himself, even though he's loathed to do so. That being said, I also believe that he loves hard, and he has a lot of urges that he has to try and control when it comes to Buttercup, so this was my attempt at fleshing out those feelings in a way that was believable for both counterparts.

Anyways that was incredibly fun to write! Thank you so much for the tag! Sorry it took so long for me to respond, I got a little carried away with this prompt!

Tagging: @carriedreamerx2 @candycandy00 @kiebs @dynamars @shadowsandshapes @malewifetouya

#thank you for the tag!#this was a lot of fun to do!

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mattiecreepypastanew · 2 years

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"who did this to you?...."

sally looks at the short bunny girl...sure the woman was older than her by quite some years the woman had black and pink hair with pierced bunny ears,black eyes,freckles,pale skin,bunny nose,some bruises,old scarring,a somehow always sunny attitude it felt fake...,a bunny black shirt and etc... sometimes Sally would wonder what happened to Mattie?...she always seemed to understand what happened to her...

Sally sighed taking a deep breath her brown hair mixed with dried blood,pale ripped and bloody pink dress, glowing dull lifeless green eyes,and more

And asks mattie "what happened to you?" Immediately Mattie seemed surprised and says playfully it sounded so fake..."what ever do you mean?" Immediately Sally cried out "I MEAN WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? HOW DID YOU BECOME A KILLER?! YOUR NOTHING LIKE US YOU ARE ALWAYS SUNNY?" immediately Mattie sighed...was she starting to cry?... immediately Sally covered her mouth and tried aplogizing yet Mattie said "don't aplogize and I'm surprised y'all think I'm happy? Sure sometimes yet in reality I bearly feel it and it's time you know.." immediately Mattie brought Sally to her room and says "this is how it began...."

A young girl with black and pink hair with bunny ears, black galaxy like eyes,a vintage dress ( https://m.shein.com/us/Toddler-Girls-Contrast-Collar-Velvet-Dress-p-10920197-cat-2063.html?url_from=adplask22052723765438086Y_GPM&cid=17552611828&setid=&adid=&pf=GOOGLE&gclid=Cj0KCQjwyt-ZBhCNARIsAKH1174EvXTHDx6ftWFEiL1VGQTbCo7rkGzjqG9DQTW64Dp9RWP4xFtWNToaAvlDEALw_wcB&ref=us&rep=dir&ret=mus ), staring at her mother and father who was chatting smiling her mom picked up the small Mattie who says "hi mommy!" Her dear mother smiled happy at her small rabbit

(time skip)

One night the young child is in her bedroom suddenly fighting was heard scaring the small bunny as a door slam was heard...?

The next day

Her mother bursts into the room drunk surprising the child who wonders where her father went suddenly the glass bottle was thrown at the young child making her scream in pure agony leaving a bloody scar gushing blood but the mother didn't care... after while of hours the child was curled up sobbing blood everywhere... The young Matilda was looking at a family photo as her mom has left to go to another club to get f*cked up...she hated that woman and she hated her name she never felt like it fits her sure it meant strength and might but she was a kid she had no power nor strength ... slowly Matilda wondered if she should end herself? I mean who wouldn't her dad left,her mom is being abusive and slightly a wh...she despised her now but little did she know...it was gonna get a lot worse...after a month or so her uncle came she got along with him for awhile but one night it all changed he took advantage of her vunerable self and it finally was making her slowly crack but one fight she finally cracked she told her drunken mom what her uncle did but the woman said "your just like your dad. A horrible mistake I made" the woman was sober but didn't notice the unhinged Matilda who yanked a knife from the knife stand sure she's 11 but she's done...and violently began stabbing her mom screaming "YOU ARE THE REASON HE LEFT" "YOUR A HORRIBLE MOTHER" and immediately got off looking at the mangled corpse of her mom she didn't feel afraid or sad she smiled instead a dark smile on her face as she began giggling wiping the blood off her face and says "I know uncle Jack will see you in hell...wh_re" she began skipping to her uncle's room giggling her eyes widened a buzzing sound in her ears weird ...I mean she been seeing a man in a black suit, faceless,claws but he made her feel safe...but right now she wanted nothing more than the blood of her uncle's on her hands and knife it's weird truly she never had violent thoughts not even when her mom hurt her...but now she hated her and now she's dead she slowly opened the bedroom door and looked at her hoffied uncle who now backed up against the wall as she cackled evilly "you sick [email protected] gonna see you in hell..." She pounced onto her uncle sinking her teeth into his neck to leak so much blood making sure to hit veins and and stabbed him in his heart and carved the words "reject" onto his chest and walked to her mom's corpse and carved "Satan" she took a shower and packed up and ran out crying finally snapping out of her bloodthirsty rage saying "sorry sorry sorry","wjat did I do!?","I'm going to hell" she finally reached a tree holding some supplies and began sobbing worse when suddenly the tall figure she been seeing for ever since her downhill life and cupped the small crying bunny's face her eyes sad and scared of herself when suddenly she heard a voice in her head it's voice distant and buzzing as it says "don't fear child...your safe now." The tall slender creature was holding the small crying bunny who clung onto him small hiccups appearing the creature took her to a place where she slowly grew up sometimes taking punishments but not serve so she's finally a adult she was walking not minding anything thoughts when orpeater called her which of course she responded and went to the area and saw a man he was tall- taller than her which isn't new to her he had a yellow jacket and a feminine mask she felt her cheeks slightly get red she didn't know why?... suddenly operater appeared and said "Mattie this is masky." She nods and waved the man didn't respond

after a few months she slowly began liking him but she's nothing but a bunny who fakes happiness...she slowly lost the operator to the rest she did meet someone named Ben he was her friend he understood her....

now in the present Sally was surprised and heartbroken to now understand the true horror Mattie actually was put to...but wondered "who's Matilda' immediately Mattie was embarrassed and says rubbing the back of her neck "my old name was Matilda" and Sally nods but gasped and giggled "wait...you like masky!" Immediately Mattie covered her face flustered yet sniffles "I am just a freak Sal remember he's a human from what I know and I'm a bunny human hybrid...." Sally hugged her friend and says "your beauty doesn't make you a freak mat!" Mattie hugged her smiling

(tell me if you want a part 2 ngl this took awhile to write idk how many words I wrote and you can repost if this doesn't allow comments)

#Mattie creepypasta #Angst creepypasta #Creepypasta angst #angst #tim marble hornets #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta blog #creepypasta #sally creepypasta #lazari #sad quotes #sadnees #angst with a happy ending #Slightly happy ending

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hanzajesthanza · 6 months

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i wanted to attempt painting this but it looks like i won't have time this month

#my art #in short to live a dream #f: i'm not your uncle dear child #c: regis #c: angouleme

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cagenerals · 9 months

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Love Letter To Myself by Anastasia

Dear Anastasia,

Quite the name.

No one says it right and you don't care to ever correct them. You hate the name. It's complicated and the way it looks doesn’t match the way it sounds, but it's unique. There's not much meaning. I guess some uncle named Anthony died and your mom wanted a girl version of that. You never met him, but it seems like your family loved him. Hopefully they love you just as much, if not more.

Dad. You can't say he was a deadbeat because he was there… just not there. He has always been around but it's almost as if he was just a body. No emotion. No love. Only the bi-weekly forced company. But he was young when he had you and now he just works a lot.

Mom Grandma gave you everything your dad wasn't around for. Taught you how to bathe, taught you to not talk to strangers, taught you how to cook, the basics of course.

You didn't learn what you really needed until your mom grew up. She taught you how to stand up for yourself and how to love. How to fight your own battles and how important school is.

School. It's been kicking your ass.

You've always been told that for the first 18 years of your life that's all that matters. Don't worry about anything but school.

What about you?

You want to worry about yourself, but in the grand scheme of things there's no time for that. Genetics or whatever targeted you and caused all those mental illnesses. You have depression, anxiety, and bipolar dis— back to school.

Burned out former gifted child. That's the best way to refer to it. For me, school was easy until it wasn't.

Honor roll; I'm so proud. Honor roll; amazing. Honor roll; I love you. Honor roll; you’re the best.

Middle school was a long time ago, but I remember the love that came with being there. Everyone was always so proud of you. That's your favorite thing to hear. It inspires you to keep going because your hard work is recognized and appreciated, but it all stopped. No one is proud anymore.

The constant state of disappointment became your state of being. So, what does one do when they run out of external validation? You have to look for it within yourself.

I’m not my own number one fan. I think that’s okay for now. As humans we all crave a bit of validation from those we care about, an “I’m proud of you” or a “nice job” could make or break a person if we’re being honest.

The problem is that you only really have yourself at the end of the day. So, I know I don’t like you too much, but I hope one day I will. I just kind of have to stick around until that day comes.

It’s not only because I deserve it. I don’t think anyone deserves to be quite this upset with themselves. Regardless of what I believe right now, I know I'm no exception.

It’s also out of spite. As a big “f*ck you” to all of the teachers who thought I was a lost cause. To all of the therapists who thought I wasn’t worth their time. To the “friends” who didn’t stick around long enough to see me succeed. I owe it to myself to be my best self, out of spite to the universe and everything it has put me through.

I think you just kind of owe it to yourself to love yourself just as much as anyone else is capable of loving you. We’ll get there one day. Until then, I'll keep us alive, but you have to do the rest. Change for me, it’s the best way to grow.

Special note: This assignment was based off of Love Letter To Myself by Afghan feminist and human rights activist Noorjahan Akbar. Noorjahan has led protests for human rights across Afghanistan and launched the website called Free Women Writers.

All names and identities on CA GENERALS have been protected for privacy.

#self love #confidence #self esteem #liberation #individualism #mental health #family #high achievers #mentorship #feminism #mom #grandmother #father #resilience #empowerment #growth

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thedrag0nking · 2 years

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11:09 P.M.

The dragon king finally arriving at the shrine of her son Koaru as they sat down to enjoy some tea and discuss about the egg of the last makai dragon and the power of Edel now bestowed upon her son.

" And that's where babies come from my dear boy. "

" ....Father you just arrived here and haven't told me where babies come from. "

" Ahh right I'll get to the point Koaru this egg on the table it's your child.... "

Koaru widened his eyes in shock hearing all of this from his father, the makai dragon egg is going to be raised by him as a father. Sure he's raising Zetton but to actually become a father is different than being an uncle.

" F A T H E R ? ! ? ! "

" Hi father, I'm dad. "

" FATHER THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO MAKE SUCH PUNS! I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER TO... "

" A makai dragon, the child's name is loop by the way... "

" E-eh father, I'm raising a makai dragon? But I thought they were all extinct. Where did you get the egg? What about the second gift? "

" Ahh where I got it is none of your concern, and for the second gift you will be gifted such power of the dragon knights another long extinct entity. Here in this black orb infused with flame. "

" Are you sure you can trust me with raising a makai dragon with all my life as a father? I failed to protect gensokyo... Remember? "

#muse #||| the dragon king |||#Bestowing the gift upon the son

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maizumis · 3 years

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—𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐃

note: female reader ❕ lmao suna here is not only lazy, you gonna have smiley suna proud of his family because he would be like that hehe<3

— 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓

suna is the one to say ‘i don't want kids’ his whole life lmao

so why does he feels something on his chest when he sees you play with osamu’s daughter?

he got so shy when he asked you for a baby, full stuttering and blushing looking to the floor

you were waiting for that question though <3 who wouldn't be to be honest

so... he didn't wait for you to start ovulating, he is just hiting it raw every chance he had (everyday)

every time you got your period back he felt like punching the air, he felt as if your period was daring him to a race or sum

until one day it didn't came back <3 and you told him

bet he made you take the pregnancy test in the gas station because he couldn't wait to go home

yes, you would expect to be crying of happiness in his lap but it was the other way around

both of you barely fit on the passenger sit but he just wouldn't let go, he was a koala clinging at you body to be honest

even if crying he left a hickey on your neck because a baby isn't enough to mark you as his

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘

he snuggled– no, he smashed his face to your stomach to ‘bond with his kid’

rintaro, dear, you could caress and talk to the bump inteas of burying your face in it you know

either way, he didn't stop doing it so you better get along with it

has a folder in his phone that is named as ‘growing brat’

and of course, it was full of videos and pictures <3 lots of videos of the baby kicking

he love it's when you wear tighter shirt because he can see the bump, and everyone else could see the bump and also who helped with the baby making process

so proud of it

F your thighs when you two are driving somewhere because they are not getting more attention, his hand is strictly on your tummy.

he brags about his family to atsumu? yes, he does, and he is not gonna stop

‘have a baby on the way, couldn't be you’ watch his face when atsumu tell him he is gonna have a baby with his girlfriend lmao

he wouldn't like to know the gender until the baby is born, for the surprise of it

also a little strict with you activities

‘rin, I'm just gonna shower–’ ‘not on my watch’

— 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐑

on the outside he seems pretty calm

good thing you know him long enough to see he is panicking

rip suna’s nails because he cants stop biting them

at labor he tried to record everything of course, until you screamed at him that if he keeps going you were gonna dump him

the phone flew to the floor, the screen is now probably broken but everything for the wifey

and yes you kept screaming to him, even if he was only encouraging you and taking your hand

he got traumatized when he saw how open was your pussy? yes, he can't stop thinking about it

so he makes sure to praise you, a lot. and if you struggle to do something after the baby is born he would just go ‘you can do it, remember how you pushed a baby put of your body’ and you just don't know if bonk him or just keep going

he got a baby boy :>

proud dada, posts at Instagram but not the face, something more like his little hand grabbing his finger or a close up of the little head on his chest

media went: crazy; everyone went crazy, as they should!

— 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

karma decided to pay him with a baby boy the same as atsumu? hell yes

suna’s face went dead when his son declared that uncle tsumu was his best friend

uncle tsumu: proud; he makes sure to spoil the best pretty often

suma Is súper happy that his son could bond with his friend though, he may like to trade atsumu but it's so grateful for him, maybe even more that he would like to admit

he wants his kid to have a good sleep schedule (I mean every father wants this)

but naps at least once a day are a must, not for him because he has grown adult things to do but to his child

little gremlin makes him and you nap with him tho ehehhe

kiddo is very possessive of you– would kiss you while looking to his father's eyes just to get a reaction out of him

family movie nights! as in going to the cinema late at night to see a fluffy movie, eating dinner after it and sleeping all together in the big bed <3

okay when he asked for a sister to protect because he saw a kid in school doing the same...

suna didn't gave you a break lmao, rip that pussy yeaaaaaah

#mai’s!works #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! fluff #hq fluff #hq!! fluff #hq headcanons #haikyuu!! headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #hq!! headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq x reader #suna x reader #suna fluff #suna scenarios #suna headcanons #haikyuu x you #hq x you #suna x you

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captainicequeen555 · 2 years

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My thoughts on "Encanto"

SPOILER ALERT. I'M GONNA TALK ABOUT BRUNO

I've been watching every clip that there is now available in YouTube, and I'm soooo gonna watch that movie... so far visually looks stuning. Now, that movie is about the family Madrigal, a very gifted group.

Apparently the house gives them a power according to their talent or personality. Except for Mirabel, the main character.

The thing that first catched my eye after watching the trailer, was Mirabel, her family dynamics and of course, Bruno.

"WE DON'T TALK ABOUT BRUNO!!!"

Who the f*** is Bruno?????

Bruno is Mirabel's uncle. Son of the lead member Alma Madrigal.

And his power is preddict the future.

Neat, right?

NOOOOOOOOONOPENOPENOPENOPE

Everyone hates him. Just hear this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o01l3sotf1Q&ab_channel=DisneyMusicVEVO

The song describes his as a nasty walking bad omen. He only gave bad news, and always come to be. CREEPY.

Excluded from the family Madrigal. Like Mirabel. Mirabel has no gift whatsoever, which will lead to loneliness. And i read in the clips that Mirabel is left out in more than one occasion. As if the history will repeat itself with her. Those two seem like they'll get along.

I absolutly DO NOT APPROVE. Tho' I can imagine that raising gifted childs is alredy hard: one that heals with food, other that controls the weather with her mood (already very problematic given children tantrums)... but having one that:

Alma.- Hello, Miguel!

Miguel.- Oh hello, dear! Oh these are your children? :)

Alma.- (proud) Yes. Kids, say hello to Miguel.

Julieta.- Hi (eats an arepa)

Pepa.- (rainbow on her head) Hey

Bruno.- Your dog will drown in the river

Everyone.- O_O

I'm in tears. Why every character in fiction that predicts the future is hated?

Is not Bruno's fault his power is like that!!

#WE SHOULD TALK ABOUT BRUNO #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #encanto #disney

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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years

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Abandoned By The Altar

Part 2; When you grow older.

Vibe Here

A timeline oriented story focused on your once perfect childhood relationship as Diluc’s bride to be, soon becoming estranged after the death of his father and his neglect. You only wish now that he looks at you the same way he did when you heard you were supposed to be together forever when you were young.

Pairings -> Diluc x Reader, Kaeya x Reader if you squint (All young at the first parts)

Word Count -> 8170

Themes -> Initial Fluff, Angst, Fluff again

Series -> #Bonafide Specials (100 followers event) Part 1 Part 3

Warnings -> Character Death, Slightly suggestive themes

Diluc's heart almost leaped to his throat when he had finally seen you, found you, now conversing with the new member of the family his father had adopted just yesterday. Kaeya, was his name. He looked peculiar, and older than him too.

Despite your spritely aura, he noticed his now brother still wary and even tensed at your presence, so the younger boy finally made his way over. The training sword bouncing against his hip with every step, he made his way next to you, offering a smile as he gestured to the blunette. "I see you've met Kaeya, he's my new brother, he entered the house yesterday."

Your lively eyes that was wide with happiness from finally seeing Diluc now held a hint of wonder as it landed on Kaeya, a toothy grin presenting itself on your face. The blunette can't help but blink, "Hello there, big bro Kaeya! I'm (Y/N), my mother and father are good friends with Master Crepus!"

You offered a handshake and he took it only a second late, handshake light yet tight. "Oh! I'm also Diluc's financee." Fiancée, Diluc corrected again as your hands part from each other. "Yeah, that."

Kaeya's only visible eye suddenly flew wide open as he chokes on air. Did he hear that right? These two children in front of him, years younger than him, already fated to marry in the future. What kind of customs does Mondstadt had, he warily thought in the back of his mind as he watches you two interact.

What a sad life it must be to be forced to something like that so early, he thought to himself before he saw you reach out to Diluc's hand. And the redhead, upon noticing this started to remove his used and dirtied glove, before catching your outstretched hand easily.

Kaeya only watched with an uneasy smile. He supposed this is something he needs to get used to if he wants to stay.

And oh boy, it's not something he's gonna get used to easily, the skeptic boy thought as he found himself getting dragged around by the Winery by you. You were touring him around and inside to places he had yet to see, entering rooms that normal people probably had no access to. You knew the Winery as if you had a map on you, and he supposed he expected this much if you were that close to his... brother.

"Were you," the innocence of your eyes as you whipped your head up to look at him hurt his heart over how in contrast it was with his, "forced to be together with Diluc?"

You let out a scandalous gasp on which Kaeya had to stop himself from snorting. "Why, no! I'm the one who even asked him about it," his snort turned into that weird sound again. "He's my bestest friend and I want nothing more than to be by his side always!"

F-Friend? God, Kaeya's head had been experiencing a numbing headache lately.

With his desire to be part of the Knights of Favonius, Diluc had more often than not, neglected giving you attention so often that it was a stark contrast to the closeness you two had before. And on days where he held his training sword, he'd realize just how he missed you and your imposing hugs.

But he wanted- no- needed to get stronger. He was blessed by the Gods with a Vision, and the weak are meant to be protected, and he can't let himself be the useless person he had been the day you were on the brink of death. Even if you hid it perfectly well and brushed aside the incident when you came to, he noticed how the veins in your hand were a more prominent shade of blue now.

How your fingertips get easily cold and how you always clung to the warmth his hand gives off as a result of his Vision.

When Kaeya asked about you, about his Vision, about his ambitions— he complied almost instantly, like a valve opened fully, all the answers Kaeya was seeking flowed out seamlessly like running water.

As the oldest out of you three, despite the fact that you'd all only knew each other for three days, Kaeya had already felt the urge to protect and be there whenever Diluc had busied himself with his justified training. He'd watch your lips turn into a pout as your redhead drag himself back outside with his sword and Kaeya would then distract you from your disappointment.

Crepus had been witness to this grand scheme for a while now, relieved that his new son had at least started coping with the new environment and interactions. But your presence had always astounded the people around you, and comforted those the same age as you. Despite being on the road and barely making lasting friendships, it was a mystery how you managed to entrance people like that.

"Diluc is just pursuing his dreams," the redhead, your uncle, started as he sat next to you by the benches. Boar Princess, he noted as you closed the book you were reading, opting to look up at him with those doe eyes again. "I know you must feel lonely, having to wait for him and everything. But he's doing it for you too, to protect you."

Your eyelids drooped in the implications and your lips pursed into a pout as you turned back to watch Diluc spar with his instructor. You sighed again before whispering under your breath, "But aren't we supposed to be together forever..."

You felt a big hand ruffle your hair, making you whine on how messy it was now. How old were you again? 11 years? Eh, should be enough. "Sweet (Y/N), being Diluc's fiancée doesn't mean you need to be around him everytime," he started talking about your promise and that had finally drawn your full attention. "You have your own life, Diluc has his path to be a knight. Sometimes what you want doesn't go the same was as he wants, and the same goes for him to you. But in the end you still are together, and still treasure each other."

The thought of having a daughter never really passed the man's mind in his whole life, he mused as he watched your beaded eyes fleet back to Diluc, before once again finding itself to Crepus with a firmer resolve. You wanted to learn more and it's time you finally understand the gravity of your promise.

Crepus placed down his cup of grape juice and turned to you on the bench. "You know your mother and father and how they're together, right?" A soft nod. "You two will be just like that, in the future together. Not always together but always end up coming back to each other, because your parents love each other always. Do you want to be with Diluc that way? Do you love and support him like that?"

Your button nose cutely scrunched up in contemplation and shortly gave him a vigorous nod with a wide grin. He grins back. "Good, thank you, I'm sure that Diluc too would support you in your dreams."

As if he had a sixth sense, the young master Diluc felt as if his name was being mentioned in important business as his eyes passes over the bench where you two reside. Sensing the distraction, his instructor finally allowed him a break, and the first thing he did was jog over to the two of you, "Father, (Y/N)." He watched you as you scrambled to climb down the bench, hurriedly taking off his dirtied glove to assist you down.

Crepus once again hid his smile behind his drink as he watched you bound over to him, the same fire in your eyes as you placed your hands on the child's shoulderd firmly. "Diluc, I love you!" You loudly declared before smashing your lips to his— Crepus spits his grape juice. "I'll support your dreams to the end-! Ahhhh, Diluc fainted! Uncle, HELP!"

The young master woke up a few hours later to you crying over and over, saying sorry for 'breaking him again.' Crepus and your parents were by the side, your mother's horrified face concealed by her hand after hearing what you've done.

Oh dear, the Ragnvindr thought to himself, my son is a sub.

Ever since that day, the people around you have started preparing you for your future of refinement and adulthood. You were no Vision-wielder unlike Diluc, and your handling swords were nothing to boast about. Your parents are businessmen and as their only child it would be you that will be inheriting and operating the work that they had built up, and so naturally that was the route you had to pick.

Your tutoring and Diluc's continuous training to get into Ordo Favonius made it hard for you both to spend more time with each other. Toys were replaced by books and swords, garden of Cecilias changed to libraries and training dummies.

Crepus, as a father and an uncle, alternates his time between you two. At times he'd be the one sparring with his child and grating the principles of knighthood to him, and on rare occasions that you were there, he walks you around as he talks about the wine industry and the operations of his business. Both of you started growing, separately, but there was a similar flame representing your spirit within both of your eyes.

Diluc entered the ranks of the Knights when he was 14, and Crepus was overwhelmed by the achievement his son finally reached, of the dream he once had when he was a child. In that same age range, you've also ended up making a name for yourself as the youngest business entrepreneur and economic scholar, your name and prodigy reached past Liyue...

And in your hands lay a perfectly white envelope enclosed with the insignia of Sumeru. The Academia invites you into a scholarship program once you turned 18.

Your whole family rejoiced at the recognition and the opportunity and you wept in tears of happiness. Finally, your young mind cried, you were finally something worthy to be next to Diluc instead of a normal person that can't be blessed by the Gods.

A party had been in order for both milestones, and more prestigious individuals from all over Teyvat were present. Something came up before the party that forced you to be late once again, and Diluc realized just how long you hadn't seen each other, more so spent time with each other. Kaeya stood next to him before nudging him with an elbow slightly, "What's got you so worried, brother? You shouldn't frown on your own party."

At the remark, Diluc stood straighter and fixed his frown. Why is it now that he was reminded of your promises and dwindled time? In the back of his mind, he realized just how much at fault he was for being neglectful. The spark you two had felt estranged and distant, feeling as tho things won't come back to the way they were.

The Court Marshal's booming voice suddenly announced your family name and the hall turned silent as everyone lifted their gaze to the grand entrance. Your bedazzled self stood there in your ombre dress, short sleeve matched with elbow gloves, and a resin Cecilia hairpiece holds itself on the crown of your head.

Diluc and Kaeya, and several other boys in the crowd gasped at your regal aura. Was this really YOU? The same girl that spit a grape on his hand/complimented a stranger's eyepatch? You stood with the poise of a refined woman and your face enlightened with a subtle artificial blush. Gone was your toothy grin and replaced with respectful smile as you made your way through the crowd.

Suddenly the nervousness came crashing back to the knight and he scrambled to pick himself up as the distance between you two shortened.

"Master Diluc," you curtsied and he inwardly doubled over at the formality, finding it almost detesting. "I'm glad to meet you again."

"(Y/N)," he bowed with a hand on his chest. "You don't need to be so formal."

The respectful smile on your face turned into a full-blown grin, the one he was used to, as you barreled towards him for a hug. Purely due to instincts and conditioning, Diluc was quick to catch you into his arms to reciprocate the hug. Disappointed gasps and whines echoed through the hall at the display, but they stood there in awe as they watched, for the rare sight of the young master's genuine smile was there for all to see.

As you two first danced the night away, it was finally brought onto everyone the fact that young master Diluc and young mistress (Y/N) were already fated together.

The ballroom parted to give way to you two as you chatted the missed times together, falling easily into steps while updating each other of the things you had done. It's true, you two may had gone your separate ways and lost time but in the end, you'll find yourself in each other's embrace.

The darkness of the knight embraces the winery as crystalflies dance by the vines and the surrounding grassland. The freshly signed contract made its way in between the pages of the personal journal before it was pushed into the luggage together with the packed clothes.

There was a thick silence in the room as Diluc continued watching with his lips tight, leaning against the doorframe. A tension was obvious, but it wasn't between you two, but it was also against you two.

Tomorrow at high noon marks your official departure to Sumeru now that you had finished your secondary education, at the prime age of 18. All things necessary had been prepared, a convoy of knights to guide you until you reach past the border of the continent, and in that security is Kaeya. Cavalry Captain Diluc had matters to work on in the capital, it was not his official job to officiate your leave. Even if he wanted to.

It was one of the instances, of the many, that being a knight had pulled him away from you.

"Something's on your mind, I can feel it," Diluc snapped out of his thoughts when he felt the ghost of your fingertips brush away the hair framing his face, cupping both of his cheeks like you've always done. He takes one into his hand, squeezing it lightly as he offers a small smile.

"So are you, your hands are trembling," and indeed they were. You huffed at being caught but recovered, pulling him into your room and on to your bed. There were numerous times when you'd sleep together on the same bed when you missed each other; you were both 8 that time, now you laid there as 18 years olds. The implications had him gulp while you seemed unbothered.

"Four years," you recounted as you flopped back on your mattress, the room you took for yourself in the winery ever since you arrived 10 years ago. "Maybe lesser, depending on how well I do."

"You'll do good," he assured as he kicked off his boots and climbed next to you, now laying on his side to face you. Your eyes fluttered shut with a sigh and he couldn't hell but blush at the way your eyebrows scrunched together with your pursed lips, "I believe in you."

"It's the longest we'll be separated, you can easily find another girl that would bother you enough to get you to marry her." You both snorted at the idea, before laughing in harmony at the joke.

"Mmm, I should be saying that to you. Scholars and prestigious men attend the Academia, they can easily sweep you away with their wits," he bit back and you laughed at the idea. How funny the predicament is, joking about getting stolen the same day you finally signed your arranged marriage contract.

Talks about anything and everything blew the night away easily. Diluc can see in your eyes that the nerves within you wouldn't let you sleep, and keeping him locked in constant conversation would prevent him from leaving. He entertained you this much, uncharacteristically chatty, as if repaying the four years that will go by without each other. And at the back of Diluc's mind, his worry of losing you in those four years started to manifest and cloud his thoughts into a fairly sensible doubt.

"Lulu!" He yelped as he felt a sudden bite on his cheek, reflexively pushing you down by the shoulders under him to suppress the assault. He was strong, you'd forgotten this new fact. As you laid sprawled under him as heavy breathing mixed in between.

You gripped the wrists of his hands that now stands next to your head to keep him there. His eyes were wide yet bashful. You called out to him again and it was almost a whine, asking him to tell you what's in his mind, what's worrying him and distracting him like this.

And he spilled all his insecurities, for every word that slipped past his lips, his heart relaxes while his eyes clenches. Somewhere in the middle of his rant, you had his cheeks captured in your palms again, to swipe at the tears that passes by. He worked his ass off to become a knight so he can protect you but you will be too far for his claymore to reach you, he wouldn't be there to hold your hand so you don't go off on your own and wonder to somewhere dangerous. And he wouldn't be there to bring you into his arms to remind that he exists, the one and only person meant to be for you.

Diluc doesn't know when he started falling in love, he doesn't know when he started wanting your company as a lover. But he knows there would be men that would look at you the way he does, easily captivated by your aura and your beauty. And if they were to take your hand, he wouldn't know. He wouldn't know when he had lost you, if he had lost you already.

Diluc was an honest man to you, and he was honest when he said he was scared to lose you.

"I belong to you," you started as your fingers softly pats his cute reddened cheeks. "And only you. I'll get a ring and don it on my hand to let the world know, I'll write letters to you as many times as I can so you'll know I'm still alive and yours." You pulled him closer, foreheads touching each other, as you stared at the red windows to his soul. He nods in agreement, slightly assured.

"I want to stay here tonight," somehow you urged the words out of him so easily everytime. The introverted boy you once knew stood on his own feet now, proudly, "Just so I don't forget you easily."

"I won't let you forget me at all," Diluc froze from taking off his vest when he saw you with a mischievous glint in your eyes, "Not after tonight." Oh boy.

It was the devil's hour when you twirled a strand of his untied hair, wild and curly, around your finger. Luscious and thick, silky yet unkempt. "Don't cut your hair," you mumbled as you leaned against his bare chest, sending a smile as you tilt your head up to see him chuckle, "It looks better long, I want it extra long when I come back!" He mumbles his agreement against the crown of your head.

When the sun rose high in the sky and the caravan was set to go, many of the servants of the Winery had expressed their congratulations and their good lucks to your new milestone. Your parents were more worried than not knowing their only child, nomad at heart, shall venture the world alone for four years away from them. You were crying angrily at how they made it so sentimental, forcing the waterworks out of you.

Crepus had already given his goodbyes and stood to the side with Diluc before the clock struck exactly 4 PM. The man's vigilant eyes however did not miss the fact that you and Diluc seem to lack the necessary sleep to power through the day, even tho half of it is already gone. How they grow up so fast.

When you found yourself bounding over to Diluc one last time, he took your hand ever so gently, still coming into terms of your departure. You only hum idly as he stares at your bare hands, before suddenly he presented two silver rings of infinity. You had to stop yourself from gasping aloud, "A promise ring, so that everyone in Sumeru knows there's someone waiting for you back home already." His red gaze averted to the side in fluster, gingerly sliding the band to your ring finger as he did the other to his own.

Home. Yes, Mond is now your home, and specifically next to him is where you belong. You shared your last kiss before Kaeya had finally called for the carriage to start ascending, on the dot. You peeked out of the carriage one last time as you waved your goodbyes to everyone, the silver band catching the light of the sun as it shines with promise.

Diluc wished goodbyes to you that day. And as he turns to his father to board their own horseback and carriage, he ends up losing two people on the same day.

Dearest Diluc,

I hope this letter finds you well. The Academia had been very accommodating ever since I arrived, there are a lot of people here from all over Teyvat, just like you had thought! I felt quite lonely and inferior when I entered but I've gained nice companions along the way and things became easy. With my exposure to our families' businesses, studies were actually easier than I expected them to be. There's been talks with the professors of me being accelerated half a year with my progress, it seems four years may not be accurate.

I've also gained myself a senior, a really kind and intelligent upperclassmen. His name is Cyno, a nice gentleman. He's been teaching me on weapon mastery since he's really good with a polearm. You use a Claymore, right? If I come back wielding a polearm, I want to spar! But don't worry about him, he knows of our betrothal and his boundaries.

How's being the captain there? I hope Uncle Crepus and Kaeya are doing well with you mostly in Mond's city now. It seems the Academia doesn't really receive letters for 'security reasons' hence why I haven't received any of your letters. But no matter, I'm sure you're doing far better than I am, you're much stronger and capable now afterall! Make sure to take care of yourself always, get some breaks and eat your meals! I don't want to see you so skinny and weak when I get back!

Forever Yours,

(Y/N)

There is bliss in ignorance. As you fold up the letter into the envelope, the door to your room echoes a knock before it softly opens to reveal your upperclassman. His gaze falls on the envelope on your hand in silent question to which you return with a smile and a nod, standing up from your study table as you followed Cyno out of the dormitories to the Academia's post office.

It had been a year since you left Mondstadt, a year since you've last seen Diluc, and a year since Crepus had died. Your parents, not wanting you to be distracted by the loss and dent your studies over such matters, opted to refrain from informing you of the grave news. It has also been a year since you started writing letters to Diluc and never received a reply.

"Time will go by quickly, and you'll be back before you know it," the Sumeru denizen beside you reassured you of your lack of correspondence and you offered a smile at his niceties. It doesn't worry you that Diluc wasn't able to contact you like so, you only wish that he was able to receive your little notes so he's reminded to take care of himself.

Yet as you pass the envelope to the postman, there was still an uneasy feeling on the back of your mind. You turn around with a curious hum, calmly and slowly scanning the grounds of the Academia before walking once again to catch up with your senior, clutching the silver ring close to your chest as you fell back into idle chatter.

Once you've disappeared behind the doors of your next class, a lone man stands straight on one of the tower's roof. The warm wind of Sumeru washes by him in a force enough to whisk away his hood, but he did not care. He did not care over the way his red hair spills all over his shoulders as it danced with the wind.

Diluc only heaved a sigh before leaping back into the shadows on his last day in the desert nation, finding no proper clue and heading to the next nation over. But not before stealing a freshly folded letter from the shelf of a certain post office.

Two years. Two years. Sumeru Academia sent you off on graduation with both striking awe and somber disappointment. After losing the prodigy Lisa, they were now losing you, the now renowned master practitioner of economics. You did so well, SO WELL in fact, that your four years stay ended in just two because of your numerous acceleration as a year in you're already conversing with the modern founders of the practice.

They wanted you to stay longer but you've had your fair share of knowledge and waiting. Everyone knew of your relationship predicament, understanding where you're coming from, yet to leave another prodigy to Mondstadt. It was unnerving for them, but your smile had been nothing but reassuring. You comforted those with the promise of correspondence and accommodation, if they so wish to find time and pass by Mondstadt in the future.

And hence you find yourself in Dawn Winery, your luggage and naginata as your only companion. You barged in like nobody's business and started looking around for anyone- Kaeya, Uncle Crepus, Diluc- yet no one showed up. Servants are scarce and almost non-existent, you were confused beyond comprehension.

A set of footsteps echoed behind you and you twisted around in excitement, only to see one of the higher attendants you still remember, Elzer. "M-Mistress (Y/N)! Y-You're ali- you're here!" You cocked your head to the side, unsure of how to take his slip up.

Ah, right, priorities. "Have you seen where anyone is? Kaeya, Master Crepus, Diluc? I passed by here first since it's on the way but I can't find anyone!" The gravity of the change gnawed at you from the pit of your stomach, and you nibbled at your bottom lip at the flash of emotions that passed his face.

"We're unsure where Master Diluc is currently, but Master Kaeya is in Mondstadt-" A lead! Diluc must be patrolling somewhere in the city anyways so you bolted out of the mansion, thanking the man before he can finish answering all your questions. As you left so loudly, in your wake the other servants were now aware of your presence, and the feeling of dread revives in the Winery.

Two years must have gone by longer than you expected it to be, this thought passed you as you went through the main gates of the City of Freedom. The knights that were usually on guard are those you've never seen before, and the people around you barely spared you a glance with no recognition. Even the ones stationed at the entrance of the Ordo Favonius HQ were completely new when you went over to ask.

"Have you seen- do you know where the uhm," you paused in remembrance, "The Cavalry Captain. Do you know where he is?" With how new they were, you figured Diluc would be known by his title instead.

One of them nods and pointed at the Cathedral, "Yes, Ma'am. He's just finished an expedition and are conversing with the healers in the church." Finally, an exact location! You thanked them and flew off once again.

And so you found yourself in front of the altar of the anemo archon, alone in the completely silent establishment. There were no whispers to guide you or people to tell you where he is, it was too quiet, and you were turning helpless. Offering your bow to the statue you turned to walk back down the aisle, only to see a familar figure staring at you as if you were a ghost haunting-

"(Y/N)?" You gasped and ran towards him.

"Kaeya! You're here!" You embraced him softly, careful of the confusing clothing and the hanging polearm on your back. He embraced you just the same, a hearty laugh masking the nervousness on the back of his throat.

"Aren't you supposed to come home two years later?" Kaeya inquired as he stepped back from the hug, suddenly smirking, "Or are you telling me you ran away from school?"

You smacked his arm with a whine at such a preposterous accusation, harder than you'd intended as you heard him wince. Oh goodness, your training with Cyno really made you strong. "Ahhh, no, no! I finished early because I was too good ahah, who would've thought!" The blunette let out a rare snort on that of which only spurred on your laughter.

The familiarity of another had eased the tension on your shoulders as you conversed freely about everything that had transpired for you, how things had been and- you've realized now just how tired you were from the long travel you'd gone through even tho you were used to such lifestyle when you were young.

After things had died down, you finally asked, "Where's Diluc?" And the twinkle of lax delight hardened at the question. He took a few seconds to start as his eye shifted left and right, and your knees were shaking from the implications-

And then he finally told you everything. The death of Crepus. Diluc giving up his Vision. Him disappearing for two year, without return. All the disaster that had happened the moment you left.

Your legs gave out as your knees hit the floor painfully, it will probably bruise later but you couldn't get yourself to care. If you hadn't left that day, would it have gone differently? Would you be able to make him stay? You should have been there to comfort him, to be by his side and yet-

Please tell me you're joking, you cried out so desperately to Kaeya who dropped down to gather you into his arms. But you knew better than that, he knew you knew better than that, so he didn't answer. And the altar behind you listened to the echoed screams and cries of a maiden abandoned by grief and love.

And Kaeya stayed for as long as you needed him to be. And in the back of his mind, a bitterness bit—

That should have been Diluc, holding you and comforting you.

That should be him, showing you where Crepus Ragnvindr's gravestone lies to pay your respects.

That should have been him who stayed.

It had been almost two years now since you've gone back to Mondstadt, almost four years since Diluc disappeared, together with him he took away your hopes and promises. The talk about your arranged marriage had become taboo to the people who still knows, but they don't comment on the ring that still lingered around your finger.

Besides finally taking over the business in Mondstadt (your parents had established one in Fontaine while you were away) and being pursued by scholars all over the world, you've been dealing with the pain silently and alone. Numbing soon. Every passing day with no news of him claws at the idea of him being alive even, and the thought sickens you to death.

It was one of those nights when you couldn't sleep and had decided to stroll around the city during the dead of the night to clear your head. Your parents had sent you a letter of recall to Fontaine, asking you to leave the business to the managers. They didn't exactly put it into words, but you knew your parents better than anyone: you should stop hoping he'd return, was what they wanted to say.

You rubbed your forearm as you continued your walk. It must have been your time with Sumeru that made you so vulnerable to the cold now, was your thought process as another chilly wind passed by you. And then you heard it—

An echoed cackle and a crackle of icicles.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood straight as you stumbled to the side, narrowly missing a flying icicle. Thank goodness Sumeru Academia required combats class, you thought as you darted straight through the alleys, the Abyss Mage hot on pursuit. This was the worst time to leave your freaking polearm at your house, you screamed at yourself as you vaulted over empty crates before coming out of another street.

“Look out!” A gruff voice shouted as a sudden wall of black? fire manifested behind you. You heard the icicle melting as it touched the wall and dissipated with it, revealing a figure cloaked in pure black. Back turned to you, the Abyss Mage continued its assault which was now focused on the intruder. And their clash started just like that.

You hopped back when another barrage of icicle rain was summoned. This guy had a Vision(?) but it was something you’ve never seen before, nor had encountered in your classes about the elements. You can’t leave him now, not like this, and so you picked up a slab of wood from a broken crate. Abyss mages have shields yes, you need to break that.

Without a moment’s hesitation, you leaped over the ledge that’s in level with the floating enemy (again, thanks for the acrobatic lessons) and brought down the hard wood over the mage’s head. It produced a sickening crunch as the shield broke under pressure as well as fall through and hit it square in the head! It dropped back to the floor momentarily, and it made you aware that you two were plummeting to the ground.

You pulled your limbs close and braced for impact- “Shit, I got you.” You felt something cold and thin wrap around your body before it guided you to the cloaked person’s awaiting arms, stumbling a bit at the weight. You grunted at the inertia before you met eyes with orbs of red within a shadow, it looked at you widely behind an owl mask(?) and you looked back with a squint. Who?

Your little moment was interrupted when the Abyss Mage started rising from the ground again, slightly swaying from the blow you hit it with earlier. In alarm, you quickly placed your feet down to stand, the chains around you easily slinking away back to the person’s cloak. The man then stands in front of you protectively, cursing under his breath, “You need to leave, it’s too dangerous.” There was a weird strain in his voice now.

This made you scoff, so loud and offended, that you felt the man be taken aback by your response. “You can’t even disable the shield in time,” you ignored the way he seemingly cringed back to this cloak as you stood next to him, slab of wood at the ready, “Don’t worry about me, I had lessons.” Now it was his turn to scoff but relented anyways, as if he knew well enough that you’re not falling back easily.

Batarangs flew from his cloak as it hit the Abyss on the arms and chest, screeching in pain at the unexpected attack. You rushed over and clubbed his hand that held the staff, kicking it far away when it was dropped. A chain then latches around its waist as it was pulled to the cloaked man, who delivered a quick kick to its stomach when it neared, sending it crashing to the wall.

That was so... exciting! You gasped at the thrill of the fight, slightly hopping and clapping at yourself as you smiled at the stranger with the widest grin you had mustered ever since you came back. His gait was tense when walked up to you, past you, in front of you as he looked around for any onlookers or dwellers of the night that had witnessed the commotion. “That was really cool, what kind of power was that? You look like you’ve done this multiple times before.”

You heard the most subtlest sigh when you were sure you whisked away his attention, slowly he turns to his side but not sparing you a direct view. From what you can tell, he wore a LOT of black under that black cloak. “You shouldn’t have stayed,” he started with a sigh as he finally turned to you fully, “Who knows what could have happened-”

“WATCH OUT!” You shoved him by the shoulder as you threw your slab with a force so mighty it broke the face of the mage, immediately disintegrating into ashes and dissipating with the wind. Under you your companion grunted from the pain of being thrown to the floor, and when he looked up, he was scrambling to catch you again.

The icicle impaled through your thigh coaxed out and coated with blood as dark spots danced on your vision from the pain and blood loss. The man pulled you up against his chest, hushed whispers of panic begging you to stay awake as he was wary of the shrapnel still in you.

But you were stubborn. And so you fainted.

The next day when you awoken in your bed, the night before would have easily been passed off as a fever dream if not for the bandaged injury on your leg that had you immobilized for days. When the citizens of Mond finally got a hold of you and asked about the incident, you gave them as much information as you could about your hero,

“He was an unknown hero that appeared at the dark of the night.”

Days passed by and you heard rumors in passing of the one named Darknight Hero. The name made you facepalm.

The faithful day happened three weeks after the encounter with the "Darknight Hero" when you finally recovered from your injury, able to walk around and do your daily rounds of work and deliver the paperwork of the margins of the sales and cost-effectiveness of your family's business in connection to Angel's Share. You had prepared so many documents all hailing from your numerous studies in the Academia, graphs and studies of the data Elzer had expertly combined for you lay in your arms in a bundle of folders.

The tower had to be carried by two hands, and you grunted as you bumped your bottom against the thick door of the tavern, using your hip to swing it open with mighty force. "Ugh, Charles, here's all the economic reports I finally finished after three week-" if not for the man himself, the floor of the tavern would have turned into a sea of papers as your fingers trembled and slackened at the sight.

His towering build, the thick main of red hair, it's all him. The moment the weight from your arms departed, you immediately stumbled over to him, eyes wide and mouth open to call out to him, "Diluc-!" But he flinched away from you instead of meeting you halfway through. And that slight movement halted you in your tracks, eyes wide with horror and pain from the rejection.

Diluc's eyes widened at the change, his gaze passing at Charles before back at you, reluctantly gesturing at your bandaged thigh he spoke, "You should be careful with that injury, don't want it to open up." His voice had a rough edge to it now, deeper yet still veiled with velvety smoothness.

"You're here," your disappointment from earlier was changed from the enlightenment of the situation. His jaw tightened at the sight of the tears that started falling from your eyes, "You're alive!"

Forced away by Charles with the promise of taking over the tavern for the day, you and Diluc took a stroll around the city. Enthusiastic of catching up, you talked endlessly about your years in the Academia and the last two years that you had stayed in Mondstadt before his arrival. Yet opposite of your upbeat chatter, Diluc stayed silent and forward-looking, offering only nods and grunts in between your pauses that asks him if he was still listening. Everytime your hand brushed his when you walked too close, he'd immediately pull his hand back and step away from your personal space.

It was a one-sided conversation. And it ended quickly as it had started.

You stood now at the stairs of the cathedral, overlooking the imposing statue of the Anemo archon. Your location made you remember something, and you opened up another topic, "Your brother, Kaeya told me about what happened four years ago." His apathetic gaze suddenly turned cold as his shoulders tensed. "Diluc, I'm sorry for what happened and-"

"He's not my brother, (Y/N)," you've never thought there would come a day when you'd hear such venom come from his sweet lips. Nor the cold glare that was now in full view, directed at you, "And you shouldn't go around trusting that guy, he's nothing but trouble."

The lump now stuck in your throat prevented you from responding, but you figured you didn't have the chance to do so anyways. As Diluc had ended his warning, he turned away and started walking back to the direction of the tavern, muttering something about work needed to be done.

You tried to reach for his hand before he could have gone too far, but you froze a few seconds away- and then he was gone, out of your grasp, leaving you alone at the steps of the cathedral without a look to spare.

Your cradled your hand to your chest as you felt your eyes water again, the overwhelming distance now opening the truth in your gaping heart as you wept in silence: The promise ring was missing from his hand.

Days had gone by after that where you sat in the background in idle wait, observing as subtle as you can be, hovering around him. The Diluc that you once knew was different from the Diluc who disappeared for four years, and the differences screamed at your face at every one you picked up:

His soft gaze now seems hardened and hooded, as cold as the cryo slimes and as deep as the ocean floor. Whenever you look at them, you always feel as tho he was years away, in a place unreachable. Even when they fall on you, there's a hidden emotion behind them, but they never once softened at the sight of you.

Around his hands were thick gloves of either pure red or another black-red variant. They were rough and never off, hot and grazed with years of use. It was different, so different from the white ones you had gifted him on his birthday. You placed a grape on his palm once and giggled at the memory, expecting him to look at you with recollection, but he only stared at the grape before shaking his head. And he turns away from you to get back at his work.

Diluc's hair was longer than you've ever seen before. It reached past the middle of his back when it had only grew by the shoulder when you've last seen it. It was fluffier and wilder, held up by a ponytail that you can't even see past the thickness. You loved running your hand through it before and Diluc had always felt at ease when you do that; you reached your hand out to touch the ends of his long hair, but he immediately turned to you before you could even feel it on the edge of your fingertips, caught by the cold squint of his eyes. No matter how many attempts, he always managed to stop you.

Another thing that had changed was his wardrobe. There were barely traces of the white knight aesthetic he had when you were still young, no, now he felt shrouded in the darkness of the knight. Made to blend with the shadows, he dons all black besides his undershirt. He resembles no trace of the knight he once was when you look at him.

The last detail you hated the most was the way he had been... secretive to you, and anyone in general. For this reason alone, you barely visited the Winery now, only coming there for business purposes or to converse with the servants that still remembered you. Whenever other matters were to be discussed, you're almost immediately ushered out by one of his men, no questions asked. This had became so commonplace that you started seeing yourself out the moment the air felt unwelcoming.

The more you notice, the more you felt farther away from the Diluc you knew. But this was the same man you loved, and still love. The grief had changed him, the disappearance had changed him, but nothing can change the fact that he was the same person that held your hand when it felt cold.

Speaking of, you clutched the hand you spoke of as you felt the breeze pass by you. The sea of Cecilias danced with an orchestrated flutter, as if singing to you in music of their petals grazing one another. Ah, you realized, this was the same exact place you first met Diluc.

"Is your hand cold again?" He spoke from the table under the gazebo where you delivered the perfectly arranged document. This time you dealt with the matter of tax revenue and compiled the business proposals of those that had attended the party he hosted with the seneschal.

You simply nodded and he sighed. The disappointment breaking your heart into a million pieces, "You should know by now to wear gloves or long sleeves whenever you're out. You must have gotten lackluster due to the climate of Sumeru, you should fix that."

You felt the tears bite at your eyes painfully again. As of recently, you've been crying a lot more than you had ever been in your life. And yet these ones flowed with ease, without a hiccup or a sob, almost liberating. "I'll be leaving for Fontaine tomorrow," the shuffling of the papers stopped behind you, "Flint will be handling the management of the franchise here, I've taught him the necessary computations so you can trust the reports he'll give to the Winery. Mother and father wants me to focus on the expansion of the business, after all."

There was a moment of silence before the shuffling began again and with that pushed the final sword into your heart. You bowed your head, smiling to the Cecilias that caught your tears in their petals, "Thank you for everything, make sure you take good care of yourself, okay?" You didn't know if you were talking to the Cecilias or Diluc.

But you felt lighter than ever, as if the last chain that pulled you down were finally broken.

And you took a small step, and then another, bigger one this time. For the first time since you're back to the city, you finally breathed in relief and without restraints.

Soon you were making distance and you were finally ready to go,

until a gloved hand pulled you back. Your gasp caught into your throat as your head whipped to stare at him, his eyes just as wide as yours. "What," he breathed out helplessly and you've noticed how short his breathing was, did he chase you? "What do you mean? You're not leaving forever, right?"

Forever. You felt the warmth of the gloved ones in your hand squeeze as you saw a faint light return in the depths of his glossy eyes, and you felt it—

The reassurance of your promise, as you squeezed back—

Underneath his thick gloves, red and black, you've finally noticed—

If he hadn't finally let his hand find yours, you wouldn't have felt the ring hidden underneath the cloth.

You beamed at him with eyes full of adoration and pure hope, of a grin pearly white that it almost shone as it caught the sun, he felt burned by it— but before he could escape, he was tackled to the ground with loud laughter.

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#genshin impact #exile.flower #genshin impact diluc #diluc x Reader #exile.pocketwatch #this may or may not have a part 3 #goodness this took so long and with so many errors #Actually teared up a bit skskskkss #genshin impact x reader

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DAD.

You know that there will be a time when your daughter asks about her father. And who are you to deny her the chance to get to know him?

+ pairings. levi ackerman x f!reader.

+ tags. romance, fluff, angst, mild smut, friends to lovers, depression, hurt/comfort, major character death

+ word count. 5.7k

"Mommy, what was daddy like?" your child asked you. Hange looked at her with a surprised face.

You avoided to talk about him as much as possible. For years, Hange and your comrades never mentions him to you because you always cry and break down.

"Isabelle. Come here, Auntie Hange have somet-" you cut Hange off and smiled at her.

"It's fine, Hange." Hange looked at you with a worried face. You know that there will be a time when Isabelle asks about her father. And you wouldn't want to deny her the chance to know him.

You lift her up from the ground as you place her tiny body on your lap. You look at the six year old child with a wavy raven hair. Unfair, is what you think whenever you see her face. She got the nose, lips, eyes and the hair color of her father. Looks like all she got is your wavy hair.

"Hmm. What is he like?" you cupped her cheeks and pressed your nose together. She giggled. "He looks like you, baby."

"Really?"

"Yes. You got his gray eyes, his black hair, you even got his nose and his lips. I carried you for nine months and you came out looking like your father." you pouted at her. It's her turn to cup your cheeks.

It is too long since you last talked about him. Hange smiled at the both of you as she sat down to watch you two.

"I'm sorry, Mommy." she said looking at you with the innocent doe eyes.

"I'm just kidding, baby. It's good that you look like him." Even if it hurts sometimes, you were thankful. In that way, you can still see and feel his presence in your daughter. You smiled sweetly.

"I miss him, Mommy."

He passed when Isabelle was only two years old. It's been four years, you thought. You never imagine how could you go on without him. But Isabelle saved you. She saved you from the sorrow of losing your lover and his father.

Your heart aches. You can see how Isabelle looks at the other kids who plays with their father. "I miss him too, baby. What do you want to know about him anyways?"

"How did you two meet?" you chuckled as you tuck a few strands of her hair behind her ear. You expected this question already.

You hummed as you started to speak, "I met your father when he first joined the scouts. He joined with his two friends, Uncle Farlan and Auntie Isabel." you said, you see her intently listening to you. "Your father really wasn't that sociable. He was aloof. He never tried to befriend someone apart from Uncle Farlan and Auntie Isabel."

"Auntie Isabel? We have the same name, Mommy." you nodded. You can still remember his blissful smile when you said you'll name your daughter after one of his dear friends.

"Then how did you two start talking?" Isabelle is very bright for her age. You're sure that he would be so proud of her. "Did you two do the kissy face?" she asks you playfully.

You looked at Hange. "What? Sasha's been with your daughter. I didn't taught her that."

"Belle." you said firmly in a joking manner. "Yes, we did the kissy face." you let out a small laugh.

You heard her little 'ooh'. You shook your head and you remind yourself to talk to Sasha. "Anyways, we started to talk with each other when Uncle Farlan and Auntie Isabel went up there." you pointed upwards.

"Daddy's there right? He's with Uncle and Auntie!" you felt your chest tighten. You exhaled and you gave Isabelle a smile.

"Yes. He's with them, Belle."

"Is Daddy happy up there?"

"Of course, Belle. He's happy in there. He's with his friends. You know he always watches you from there. To make sure that we're safe and happy."

"Hey." you walk towards the raven haired man who is cooped up at the corner. "Levi, right?" you sat beside him, he looked at you with his stone cold eyes and stoic expression.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just thought you'd like some company.. after.."

"After what? After my friends died? I can handle myself. You don't need to care about me." you sighed.

"You know I lost my sister too." you started to speak. He didn't answer you but you just know that he's listening. "I told her not to go because I had a feeling that something bad might happen. I begged her not to go.. but she did. She got eaten."

You just realized that this is the first time you've talked about her since she died. Your tears fell. "She's all I have that time. I was unstoppable after she died. I was reckless, I didn't care if I die."

You sobbed as you remembered your sister. Just a minute of his silence and your ugly crying, you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder. He pulled you in, your face in his chest.

"If you tell anyone that I did this, I'll kill you." he muttered under his breath. That caused for you to laugh.

You pulled away and wiped your tears. You gave him a grin. "Really? Is that your way of comforting someone?"

He doesn't know what is it, is it your audacity to walk up to him, the fact that you both lost people who's very close to you, your ugly crying or your sweet smile but you made his heart flutter. And, he doesn't even know your name yet.

"I don't even know you."

You look at him with disbelief. "Wow. Are you really that self-absorbed?" you raised your brows. You fascinated him with your words. You didn't hold back. "I'm Y/N."

"I don't care."

"Okay, Levi."

"I didn't even know why I walked up to your father that day. He just looked so sad. I wanted to be there for him." you said as you smile, remembering that day as if it was yesterday. Isabelle snuggled into your arms and relaxed herself, your arms supporting her weight.

"What happened after that, Mommy?"

"After that, I always approached him, if you saw your father's face, he was so irritated to Mommy." you let out a small laugh causing for Isabelle to smile at you.

She held your cheek with her tiny hand and your heart squirmed as soon as her hand came in contact with your face. "I love your laugh, Mommy."

You held her hand that is on your face. "Your father did too."

It's been a week since you start pestering Levi. You can see it in his face that he's irritated at your presence. "Hey." you approach him from his back and you touched his shoulder.

He jumped a bit and that made you laugh. "What the fuck do you want from me, you shitty brat?"

"Nothing. You could use a friend."

"I told you, I don't need a friend. Fuck off."

His words didn't make you falter. Instead, you were interested in him. You wanted to know him. "Fuck off." you mocked him.

"Are you shitting me right now?"

He squeezed his eyes tightly shut for a bit with a hint of annoyance. "Leave me alone."

"I can't, Levi." you said. "I'm roped into you now. You can't get rid of me." he looked at you with a disgusted face. "Can you at least sugarcoat your expressions?"

"You irk me. I'm not going to lie."

You scoffed and folded your arms in front of your chest. "Nothing changes. I'm still going to pester you until you give up."

"Stubborn, brat."

...

Days, weeks and even months have passed. You didn't stop pestering Levi. It became your daily routine but then you grew tired. It's like he's encompassed in a shell that you can't penetrate. And you just decided that you can't really help a person who doesn't want to be helped.

In the morning, when you eat your breakfast, you usually eat with Levi and talk to him even if he doesn't answer. But now, you sat beside Hange. "Oh. You got tired, huh?" Hange asked you as soon as you sat down.

"I told you, no one can befriend him." Moblit said.

"Yeah." you said as you eat your food and talked to Hange and Moblit. You didn't even spared Levi a glance. He looked at you as you eat and laughed with the others. Relief is what he expect when you finally stop pestering him, but no, why did he felt a little sting in his chest?

"She got tired of you, huh." Erwin said as he catch Levi staring at you. He glared at Erwin. Erwin is the only person he talks to because, well, he's the reason why he joined the scouts in the first place. "I really can't blame her. She tried her best to go through you."

"I don't care." he can say that he doesn't care for all he wants but his heart and mind says otherwise.

...

The training was cut short because Commander Sadis has something to tend to. So you decided to go to the stables and check on your horse, Lacey.

"Hey, Lacey." you smiled as you walk up to her. You held her nose and she nudged at you. "It tickles!" you said as you laugh.

You didn't notice the raven haired man standing at the entrance, looking at you as you laugh so happily as you pet your horse. He smiled a little as he saw you. Your laugh is like music in his ears. And that's why he's so pissed off, he knew that he was roped into you.

"Hey." he said. You looked at him and you were taken aback. So, he decided to finally talk to you, huh?

"Hey." you said as you caress Lacey's nose. Uninterested to Levi. He didn't seem to want your presence but now he approaches you? You're irritated. You don't want to be played with. You gave your effort to be his friend and he just gave you a cold shoulder for the last few months.

"Is her name Lacey?" he asked. You just nodded. You didn't want to be alone with him.

"See you later, Lacey." you smiled at your horse as you walk your way out of the stable. Levi sighed with annoyance as he kick the pebbles on the ground.

Dinner came and you still sat with Hange and others. Levi didn't know what came up to him. He stood up abruptly as he walk towards you, he held your wrist and pulled you up.

"Levi!" you yelled out of protest. He didn't say anything despite your protests. He pulled you away until you're both out of sight from the other scouts.

Erwin smirked. "Guess he cares." he whispered to himself.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" you asked him as you yanked your hand out of his touch. "You know that you're fucking rude? There's no helping you, you jerk!" you were about to walk out when he said something.

"I'm sorry."

You stopped and you raised your brows as you turn around to look at him. You couldn't believe what you heard. He said.. what exactly? "You said what?"

"I said I'm sorry." he looked at the ground. You smiled with a hint of disbelief in your face. "Wipe that smug grin off your face."

"No." your smile grew bigger. "Wow. Levi saying sorry. I thought I'll never hear that for as long as I live."

"Daddy said sorry?" you nodded as you smiled.

"I couldn't believe it either." You said, "I never thought I'd hear him say that."

"What happened next?"

"I'm new to this, alright?" he said as he looked straight into your eyes. You didn't know what you felt, but you did feel something when his eyes fell into yours. "I'm afraid of losing someone again, so I thought it'd be better that I have no one to care about. Every person that I cared about leaves or dies."

It's unusual for him to voice out his feelings like this. But he just felt comfortable telling it you.

"Levi." you said softly. "You won't lose me."

You didn't even know why you said that. "Okay."

"Okay, what?"

"Friends."

...

"Levi!" you called him as he make his way into the dinner hall with a tray on his hands. He looked at you with his usual bored expression. "Sit here!"

"Y/N. He wouldn't sit here.." Hange's words faded when Levi sat beside you. "Oh."

They looked at Levi but he didn't care and he just ate his food. "Are you morons going to eat or just stare at me?" he said without even looking at them.

You snickered and shook your head. "Pfft."

He's rude but you didn't know why you find that amusing. But then, at least he's talking to someone already even if the words that came out from his mouth is unpleasant.

"What?" he glared at you and you immediately looked away with a grin plastered on your face.

"Nothing."

"Daddy's rude." You and Hange laughed when Isabelle said that. Isabelle pouted and looked at you with a frown on her tiny face.

"Yeah, he is. But he's also one of the most caring and strongest person that I've met."

To most people, he is just a cold-blooded titan killing soldier. But to you and his friends, he was caring and a sensitive person. You won't see it in his face but you'll feel it.

People or your comrades accepted him for who he was. A sarcastic and unfiltered clean freak. And you, you loved and adored all of him.

"Daddy's strong?"

"Yes, Belle. He was the humanity's strongest soldier. If you just saw him in his ODM gear, he was fast and incredible. He uhm.." All this talking about him makes you blithe but regretful all together. You feel like your heart is crumbling.

You long for his presence. You'll give everything just to feel the warmth of his touch once again. To hear his voice. To tell him how much you love him. You would give everything.

"Uh, yeah he was amazing." you are running out of words to say. You're just wishing that he's here, so that you won't have to go through the pain of telling your daughter how stunning his father was.

"What did you love most about him?"

You loved his eyes, how bored, calm and serious they looked. His hair, you loved to ran your hands through his hair. Your fingertips touching his undercut. His badass behavior and god-like skills. The way his arms loops around your waist. The way he took care of you when you were pregnant with Isabelle. The way that he looked at Isabelle when he first carried her.

"Mommy, why are you crying.." you didn't even notice your cold tears streaming down your cheeks. You sniffed and wiped your tears.

"I loved all of him, Belle."

"Can you fucking look where you're going?" Levi's forehead furrowed. You can feel his breath on your face. Your heart beating fast as his hands held your waist tightly in his strong arms.

You were running at the corridor of the headquarters when you bumped into Levi. "I.. uh.. Sorry.."

"Where are you going anyways?" you can't focus. His arms are still clutched onto your waist. You just looked at him with your mouth and eyes slightly open, trying to register your position. "Hey."

"Uhm. Yes, I uh.. I don't know.. Uhm.. You're still touching me." you wanted to bang your head into the wall for stuttering. His eyes grew wider, he just noticed how close you two are. Your chest pressed into his, his arm touching your waist while the other is in your torso.

He was about to let go when Hange passed by. "Oh. I hear wedding bells." and that's when he lets go of you. He rolled his eyes and you heard his 'tch'.

"Hange!" you exclaimed. Hange just laughed at you and continued to walk.

You totally forgot where you were going. "Fuck." you muttered under your breath.

"What?"

"I forgot where I'm going."

"Idiot."

...

Levi tried to sleep but his mind wanders to the scene earlier. He wanted to touch you again. He wanted to see your face that close. He wanted to brush his lips into you-

"No." he whispered to himself. "Get out of my head, you brat."

He cursed himself for standing up and leading his feet outside your bedroom. He stood there contemplating whether to knock or not. He doesn't even know what to say, he just wants to see you.

"Why would I want to see her?" he asked himself, whispering. He turned his back on your door and starts to walk away.

"When did Daddy knew he loves you?"

You're fascinated at Isabelle's questions. "When mommy almost died.."

Isabelle looked at you with wide eyes. Your heart fluttered when she hugged you. "Don't leave me, Mommy."

"I'm not going to leave you, baby. I'll stay by your side no matter what happens."

You're currently training with your squad. Flying through the forest to slice up the nape of the mock up titans. You smile as you flew through the air while the cold wind touches your face. But then your smile disappeared when you heard a snap. You looked at the iron wire propeller break. "Well, shit." you whispered as you started to fell.

"Y/N!" they shouted your name as they figure out a way to help you. You wanted to scream but nothing comes out of your mouth. You waited for your body to hit the big trunk, thinking that you could break your bones, or worst, die because of the impact. Your tears fell as your body tensed and you were unable to move, your hands gripping the controller.

Everything was happening so fast. You just closed your eyes.

"I'm here. You're safe, I won't let you go."

You felt safe when you heard his voice whispering into your ears.

Your breathing is shallow. You opened your eyes and you saw his face inches away from yours. You can feel his heart beat. His arms tightly wrapped around your body as he carry you. You looped your arms around his neck as your face buried into his shoulders. You were relieved.

He landed on a tree branch. He placed a small kiss on your hair as he stroke your back.

"Y/N."

"Am I alive?" you asked with a low small voice. He hugged you tighter.

"You're alive."

His face soften when he heard your whimpers. He continued to pet your hair and let you wet his shirt. "I'm sorry I got your shirt wet." you said as your voice shake.

"It's.. fine." you pulled away from him and wiped your tears. Your whole body was shaken up. You thought you were going to die but he saved you. He looked at you with confusion when you started to laugh.

"Why the hell are you laughing?"

"I was just thinking.." you laughed as you held your stomach, your body curl down and you hit your thighs. "I was just thinking it was pathetic for me if I die in training.. pfft. I was scared shitless, and I kill titans! Me, I kill titans and I was scared at a big fucking tree.." you said. "What the hell is wrong with me, why am I laughing.."

Your laughter dies down when Levi said something.

"I think I'm in love with you and that terrifies me."

...

You roll back and forth trying to sleep. You were about to die earlier but you were more concerned about Levi's confession than the fact that, you, almost died.

"How the hell did he fall in love.. I just eat with him everyday and talk to him and.. and.. I don't know! And why was he terrified? What was that? Is it scary to love me?!" you were going insane, you start talking to yourself.

You wouldn't deny the fact that you were also attracted to him. But you wouldn't call it that word. Not yet.

"Who are you talking to?" you looked at Petra, her head staring out while she glance down at your direction.

"No one. Sorry, did I wake you?"

"Kind of." you gave her an apologetic smile as you stood up. "Where are you going?"

"Out. I don't know. I need to think." she just nodded and you made your way out of your shared bedroom. You decided to go to the kitchen to drink some coffee but then you saw a familiar figure sitting at the table.

"Why are you holding your cup like that?"

The first thing you noticed is how unusual he drinks. "Just because."

"That's odd." you said.

You acted as if he didn't confessed to you earlier and lose your mind. You made your coffee and you sat at the table with him, three chairs apart.

No one speaks. You just hear the deafening silence as you drink from your cup. You feel tense as your mind wanders to what could happen.

You just imagine the two of you kissing sloppily, bodies closer, tongues clashing as he take you on the table-

You shrugged the thoughts off. "Why does that terrify you?" you decided to talk to take out the indecent thoughts out of your head.

"I'm afraid to be vulnerable."

You didn't know what to say. You went back to being silent.

"Thank you," you looked at him. "For saving me."

"And I'll do it again. Even if it's million times or more, I'll always save you."

You didn't answer and just gave him your warmest smile. The one that makes his heart go wild.

You stood up and you went to the sink with your cup and placed it there. "Good night, Levi." you said as you make your way to the door.

You opened the door and you were taken a back when he held your wrist and shut the door with his other hand. Your back leaned on the door as he cornered you. You looked into his eyes and in that moment you feel like your minds are in sync.

You brushed your lips together as your tongues clash in a hot openmouthed kiss. His hands worked its way to your waist to pull you closer to him as your hands ran through his hair. You smirked as you tasted the tea that he were drinking earlier.

His hands moved from your waist to your butt, you jumped a bit so that he can carry you. Your legs are coiled around his waist as his arms supports your weight while your arms clings to his neck. You can feel his dick grow on his pants as you continue your heated kiss.

He slammed your ass on the table. You pulled away to catch your breath. "Are we seriously..?" he nodded. "Here?"

Looks like your vulgar thoughts are getting real.

"You don't want? If you say so, I'll stop."

"No!" you protested immediately. "I like it. It's exciting."

Without second thoughts, your lips met again, this time it's harder. He bites your lip and you feel intoxicated with his every move. You gasp when his hands finds its way to your thighs, stroking it and sending shivers through your whole body. You can feel your undergarments wet as he give you this sensation.

"What did you said when Daddy said he loves you?"

"I didn't say anything. I actually didn't talked to him about it until later that night at the dinner hall.." you gave Isabelle a smile. You wouldn't actually tell her what happened in there.

"Then what happened?"

"We uh.. we hugged. You know that special hug." you looked at Hange and she gave you a confused face.

"At the dinner hall?!" Hange asked you with disbelief in her face. Looks like she caught on but she couldn't accept it. "That's where we eat.."

"It's just a hug, Hange. And it was years ago, get over yourself." you said as you emphasize the word 'hug' and gave Hange a widened eyes.

"You're disgusting." she mouthed at you slowly. You rolled your eyes as you focus your attention to Isabelle.

"And, that's how we got together."

"Good morning." you said as you sat beside Levi in the dinner hall. You acted as if nothing happened last night. You went to sleep feeling pretty good and satisfied.

"Morning." he greets back.

"Huh. Someone broke the cup." your ears pulsate when you heard your comrade said that. You saw Levi stopped eating, you looked at him as you stop yourself from laughing.

"Who the fuck looks at the trash." Levi whispered to you and you just shrugged your shoulders.

Some of your comrades who sits with the two of you in table gives you a meaningful look. "What are you two whispering about?" Mike asked.

"Why do you care?" Levi asked back.

Mike just shrugged. You just ate your food and ignored them.

...

Months and years passed. Your relationship with him has been through much. You had your first fight then second, third and the list goes on. But your relationship didn't falter. There were times that you wanted to give up on your relationship but your love for each other is stronger.

"Good morning, Captain." you said to your boyfriend as soon as you opened your eyes. The first thing you that you see in the morning is his face and you're not complaining.

He tucked the stray hair in your face behind your ears and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. "You're pretty."

"I probably look like shit and you'll still tell me that I'm pretty?"

"You don't. I just told you that you're pretty. Just say thanks and move on." you rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him. "What are you, a child?"

"How did he propose to you, Mum?"

"Marry me."

"I'm sorry, what?" you folded your arms in front of your chest and raised your brows at him. "Are you just saying that to get out of this fight? I swear if you are, it's not funny and you're being a jerk."

He scoffed and pulled out a ring out of his pocket. "I'm serious. Marry me."

"Levi." your face softens as you look at the ring on his hand. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from smiling but you're just so damn happy, you even forgot that you were fighting just minutes ago. "Of course, I will."

He gave you a smile as he slip the ring in your finger. Your lips pressed together and shared a passionate kiss. He pressed his forehead onto yours as he pulled away, "I love you."

"I know."

...

"How did you realize that you wanted to spend your life with me?" you asked Levi as you use his arms as a pillow, your back leaned on his chest as you play with his fingers that's on your stomach while your naked bodies are under the covers.

"It just came to me when we were outside the walls. I looked at you and I just thought that you're amazing. Anyone who knows you would be lucky to have you in their life and I just knew I wanted to marry you and spend my life with you."

You smiled. "Do you want to have kids with me?"

"This world is fucked up. Do you really want to put a little brats in this shitty place?"

You sighed, "Yeah. You're right. But you know consider it, even though that living in here is not that easy, at least they would have the most amazing parents that makes this place a little better."

He stroked your hair. "I think it's cute to have a little you running around.."

You looked at him with a teasing look. "Did you just say cute?"

"No."

"Levi."

"I said no."

"Does daddy loves me?"

You frowned at Isabelle. "Why would you ask that? Of course he does."

"You just said that he's hesitating to have a kid." she pouts at you, you let out a small laugh and you adjusted hers and your position.

"Oh, Isabelle." you stroked her black hair as you look at her innocent face. "You didn't know how happy your father was when I told him that I was pregnant with you."

A smile was seen on her face as she brightens up. "Really? How happy?"

"Levi." you called him. His eyes shift from his paperworks to you. "I have to tell you something."

"What?"

"I'm pregnant." you didn't even give him the long pause, you just said straight what had to be said.

You were nervous. Your hands are cold and clammy. You didn't know how would he react to the news. He stood up and ran to you like a child. He wrapped his arms around your body as he gave your hair a kiss. "You're.. you're not mad?"

"Why would I be?"

"So, you're happy?"

He scoffed at your question. "More than happy, brat."

Even if his face doesn't show it, his heart feels like it's coming out of his chest. He loves this child already the moment you told to him that you're pregnant.

Levi is a good husband to you, no, good doesn't even explain how he is to you. He's amazing. He loves you and cares for you, extra care even, now that you're carrying his child. He tends to your needs, even the ridiculous ones.

"Levi." you called for your sleeping husband, you poked his cheeks until he wakes up. He hummed as response. "Do you love me?"

"Yes, I do."

"Really?"

He groaned and opened his eyes. "Yes, really. I love you so much. Now, sleep."

You giggled as you see his irritated face. "Okay, I'm sorry for waking you up. I love you." you kissed his cheeks. He didn't respond and just pulled you close to him.

You closed your eyes and drifted of to sleep.

...

"Oh my fuck-" you gripped Levi's hand as you push your child out of you. Levi was not supposed to be in there when you deliver your child but you know him, he wouldn't let that happen. He wanted to be there. "I'm not doing this again-" you screamed.

He stroked your hair and cheeks as you scream. "You're doing good. You can do it, I know you can."

He's doing all that he can to ease your pain, even just a little.

You relaxed when you heard a cry. Levi's face soften as he saw your daughter. They cleaned her up and handed her to him. "She's beautiful, just like you."

You smiled as you looked at the breathtaking sight of Levi carrying your child. The pain that you went through was worth it, you'll be willing to went all through that again if this is what you'll be seeing after.

"I knew that he loved you so much, Belle. I saw it in his eyes." you stroked her little cheeks with your thumb. "He'd do everything for us. For our sake."

"Mommy."

"Yes, hunny.."

"How did Daddy died?"

You feel like the walls of your chest are getting a little tight and you're having a hard time to breathe. You can feel the pain like it happened yesterday. You close your eyes for a while. It all comes back to you. The blood, the screaming, his lifeless body close to you. You opened your eyes and you saw Isabelle staring at you, as well as Hange.

"He died because he saved me.." you gave her a sad smile. "He.. gave his life just for me."

You broke down as you saw him. You didn't care about the chaos around you, you just stared at him with sorrow in your eyes. You held him close to you as your tears fell from your eyes.

"Levi.." your voice was shaking. You squeezed your eyes tightly shut hoping that when you opened them it was just a nightmare, a bad fucking nightmare.

This is what was Levi afraid of before, being vulnerable to someone that he can't even bring to save himself anymore. But you're the exception, he's willing to be defenseless for you. He wanted that you'll be the one who stays with Isabelle when she grows up. He thought that Isabelle needs her mother. He can't bear the feeling if you're the one who dies. He knows that you're strong.

"I told you.." he coughed up blood as his voice starts to strain. "I'd save you a million times."

You cradled his body while your eyes fills with tears. "I never thought that you'd die right here in my arms. It's alright, Levi. We'll be alright. I love you."

"Y/N. You don't have to." you heard Hange. You nodded. Years have passed and it still hurts you. You thought that talking about this with Isabelle would ease the pain just a little bit.

But it hurts even more. Talking about him knowing that you'll never touch or see him.

"That's.." you exhaled. "That's all you need to know, Belle." you smiled at her and she nodded at you.

"Go with Auntie Hange, Isabelle. I just need to do something." you kissed her head and she looked at you with a worried face. "Mommy's fine. I promise."

She nodded at you and kissed your cheeks. "I love you, Mommy."

"I love you even more, Isabelle."

You stood up from the chair when Isabelle went to Hange. You went to your bedroom and you opened the closet.

Everyday for the past four years, you try your best and be a good mother to Isabelle, which you are. But when you're alone, lying in the bed that you use to share with him, your thoughts eats you up. Your mind consumes you with all the memories of him. You always look at the side where he used to sleep, you can never bring yourself to sleep on that side.

You see his green cape, and you held it close to your body. You sob as you tighten the grip on it. "I miss you, Levi."

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