Drew My Wife's Husband

Drew my wife's husband

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knight! iida x fem! reader summary: sent to protect you, left with feelings word count: 3.5k a/n: YEEEEE im back besties

Iida had been training for this moment - the moment he’d step into the castle for the first time and be awed by the sight. The moment where he’d be assigned to be sent off to some gallant land and fight for his kingdom and gain glory.

He’d thrown away his childhood for training in order to uphold his family name of being protectors of the kingdom. And now that he stood in front of the castle with all the other glossy eyed new recruits, he couldn’t believe he’d finally made it. All the sacrifice would be worth it now that he’d be able to bring a good name to himself and his family through his work.

Soon enough, he and the others standing besides him were ushered in, where they were met by the knights of the castle. Straight and rigid as they stood, Tenya passed them with a small gleam of anxiety growing in his chest. Whispers were coming from those around him, and he picked up the words of “princess” and “staying”.

It was a curious thought, and he wasn’t exactly sure how those words fit together in this situation. But he never asked for clarification - deeming it unimportant as he continued to follow behind the crowd of recruits to the room where they'd be assigned their posts.

He wasn’t scared though, as he suspected some of those around him were. He was top of his class, with perfect records on all of his assessments. He was heavily skilled in both hand-to-hand combat and swordsmanship. Everything he’d built himself on was the foundation of a perfect knight, both strong and daring with just the right amount of sense about him. His assignment was sure to be the best.

Finally reaching the throne room, the guards who’d been leading them into the castle had them line up one by one as the King walked in with a stern eye and parchment in hand.

Tenya noticed everyone beside him straighten their posture instantly, as they kept their gaze forward with heavy stares.

It was silent now. No more clanking of armor or swords.

The King quickly cleared his throat before speaking, “Good day to you gentlemen. Before starting, I’d like to applaud you for dedicating yourself to your kingdom. It’s no secret that the process is grueling and demanding, requiring you to give up everything to train. That makes the fact that you went through with the program and stayed more commendable, and I thank you for that.”

There were a few signs of exhaustion beside him and whispers, but Tenya’s face remained like stone. His arms remained rigid and he didn’t dare speak out of turn.

“Now, here's the moment where all your training gets put to use. I expect you’ve all understood from the beginning the locations at which we are currently at war with or fighting in, and have an idea as to the requirements of those jobs.

Here are your assignments. Katsuki Bakugou, please step up.”

Tenya rolled his eyes at the name. He found Bakugou to be a cumbersome individual, someone who clearly thought too highly of himself.

“I’m assigning you to the Narva borders,” the King continued on as one of his assistants handed Bakugou a piece of parchment.

“Thank you, My Lord,” Bakugou bowed, and Tenya could hear the gloating tone heavy in his voice. He was definitely more than pleased about his assignment.

“Tenya Iida.”

A breath was sucked in unknowingly, but Tenya stepped forward with a concentrated look still in his eye. His heart was thumping, and it was strange to think that someone as highly trained as him was nervous about something. Anxiety was something he hadn’t felt in quite some time.

“This isn’t a normal assignment, but I deem you fit enough for the task,” the King spoke. “I’m assigning you to watch over my daughter.”

What?

Tenya’s eyes widened dramatically, but he didn’t dare turn his head to face the King. What kind of assignment was this? How would he be able to get glory from this? What did all his training do if he wasn’t able to bring anything to his family in return?

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” his voice wavered before stepping back.

There were snickers and whispers heard from around him, and Tenya almost wanted to disappear.

- - - - - - - - - -

“May I ask why this was given as my assignment?” Tenya asked the knight in front of him tentatively.

The man under the armor sighed, and Tenya could almost hear the roll of his eyes while they walked down the corridor.

“She’s quite the menace: escaped from the palace at least fifteen times and tried many more. It’s apparently because she has some lover outside the palace who she’s not allowed to meet.”

Tenya only hummed in response, as he followed behind slowly.

“I think the king assigned this to you because you showed promise in your report. No knight has ever lasted more than a couple weeks of being assigned to her; so they have to rotate who’s watching her weekly since we eventually ran out.

“Tonight, you’ll be posted outside her balcony - you better get some rest,” the knight finished.

Iida only sighed and nodded, and that was the end of the conversation.

- - - - - - - - - -

The night was relatively nice, with a soft breeze that whisked itself over the castle - gathering the moonlight in its wake as it brought a beautiful mood. It was nice and peaceful, and Tenya appreciated it dearly.

He was still upset though, over the events that had transpired. All his training and all his sacrifice was being put to watch over some bratty princess who wanted to be some non-noble. It was almost stupid now that he was thinking about it, that his skills were being put to use over something so.. unimportant.

He just stood under your balcony wishing he’d had the courage to speak up against the king. He wished he would have demanded another position - something more suitable of his status. Maybe something even more suited to his family. Wasn’t his family well known for their ability to produce knights? Why did the king assign him to something so mundane then?

Light suddenly flooded the ground from the balcony above, and Iida almost jumped at the soft sigh that came afterwards.

It was the princess.

He felt as his back immediately straightened, his arms no longer stood limp at his sides. His heart was thumping faster now as he made sure to maintain his perfect posture. It was rigid and stone-placed and he remained silent. It was rude to speak first to those above you. He didn’t want to offend you.

“Knight,” you called out.

Tenya paused at the sound, unsure of how he was supposed to react. Should he answer?

“You’re the only one out here,” you sighed. “There isn’t anyone else I’m addressing.”

“I apologize, Your Highness,” his voice called back, and you quickly noticed the slight wavering tone that he carried - he was nervous.

“I was unsure whether it was improper for me to speak to you,” he finished.

“There’s no need for formalities, I just wanted to talk to someone for once. It’s quite lonely to be alone all the time.”

A quick laugh followed that statement.

“Well actually,” you continued, “I suppose being alone and being lonely are the same thing, wouldn’t you say so?”

“In my opinion, Your Highness,” his voice came out, wavering, “Being alone causes loneliness. They could be considered the same thing, however they are infinitely different.”

“I suppose you’re correct,” you chuckled. “But anyways, I wanted to congratulate you on your new position. You must be honored.”

He heard the joking tone in your voice, and he knew you were being sarcastic.

“Of course. I’m honored to serve my Kingdom in any way it needs me,” he gritted out.

Even if it needs me to look after its spoiled brat of a princess.

A laugh was heard from you once more, and Tenya was surprised by that reaction. He’d almost expected a huff and a scowl, or if he was lucky enough - a reassignment.

“I’m surprised you even opened your mouth to speak to me,” you mused. “None of the others before even bothered to speak to me. No wonder I’d end up sneaking away from them in the end.”

“Apologies, Your Highness. I didn’t mean to offend.”

“Enough with the formalities,” you yawned. “They’re unnecessary. You’ll be watching over me, right? It’s inevitable that we’ll become friends of some sort.”

“How do you deem that inevitable?” he finally looked up and peered above him.

Even with the helmet heavy on his head, he was able to make out your form standing above him and basking in the light from your room. You could’ve been described as some godly figure in that light, and if he wanted to look at the situation poetically he could have - especially with the way your face was shone on.

But he clearly wasn’t here for those reasons - stupid reasons.

“Well, I’m only thinking out loud here. If we continue to talk the way we are, I supposed we’d be able to find at least one common ground between us,” you smirked from above. Your elbows were leaning over the railing now, and he could see the gown you were wearing as it flowed in the wind about you.

Something about you in that moment felt untouchable, or for a better term unreachable. Maybe it was the attitude you had, or the class differences. He wasn’t quite sure at that moment.

But, you reached out to him first that night.

“Would you like a drink? We could toast to our new sort of “friendship”, if you’re not adamant on insisting it won’t occur.”

You were giving him these pleading eyes, ones he knew he shouldn’t have listened to, but he shook his head and sighed anyways. You were royalty after all, and as much as he seemed to dislike the childish nature about you he couldn’t exactly outright bash you for it. And he supposed it would be something he got used to, over time at least.

“Sure,” he nodded firmly.

He didn’t notice the slight glint in your eye when he raised himself to reach your balcony. It wasn’t high from the ground, and it was a simple task to bring himself over the stone railings to be standing next to the glass doors to your room.

Tenya wasn’t quite sure how, but the floral scent was much sweeter from your balcony - and he was unable to determine whether it was the wind coming from the gardens or from you. That was until you suddenly appeared beside him, and the honeysuckle and lily could be detected from just the thought of your presence.

But he took the glass from your hand without a second thought, gulping it down while you only stood and smiled in response. Your glass remained in your hand, untouched, and Tenya looked quickly after finishing to ask why you hadn’t even pressed the glass to your lips - that was, until he’d started to feel lightheaded and realized why.

You escaped once more that first night.

- - - - - - - - - -

Besides the initial setback of you running away that first night, and the repercussions you both faced, your friendship surprisingly continued onwards. It became rare to see the two of you apart, and it wasn’t just because it was technically Tenya’s job to “watch you”, so to speak. And even more surprising, Tenya found he began to enjoy your company more than he’d previously expected.

You loved having philosophical and intellectual conversations with him - discussing history, ideas, thoughts, poetry, literature - and he loved partaking in them. It was quite odd in his opinion, the way his view of you seemed to change so quickly and easily. There was much more to you than had originally met his eye - evident by the time the two of you would spend in the library - and he quite enjoyed that sentiment.

Today was a continuation of this, with you sitting on one of the benches in the garden with a book in hand as you recited the poetry within. The roses had recently bloomed, and the garden was filled with the twinkling of dew and the buzzing of lazy honeybees flitting from flower to flower - while your voice reciting poetry in the middle seemed to fit the afternoon perfectly.

“You know, you’re the kind to be driven by rules and regulations,” you suddenly commented as he heard the book snap shut. “May I ask why that is?”

At first glance, Tenya only turned to look at you curiously. He thought it was quite the obvious answer.

“Following the rules and regulations set before us is our duty, in many ways,” he commented thoughtfully. “They were set in order to protect us, thus we must obey them. They’re generally there to help keep peace, or make certain aspects of life better.”

“Generally.” you emphasized quickly. “And if they’re set in order to discriminate? Do we still follow them?”

Tenya swallowed thickly, observing the raised eyebrow you were giving while contemplating how he should phrase his answer.

“Well… then they should be eradicated.”

You simply hummed at his words, and he watched your head bob slightly before you lifted yourself from the bench gracefully, book still in your arms as you approached him.

“Then the rule preventing royals from marrying one of the commonfolk is unfair? It was made in hopes to keep the bloodline from becoming ‘dirtied’ after all.”

Tenya’s eyebrows furrowed under the heavy helmet, pondering over why you might have been bringing up such a topic at this time. At first it was quite the puzzle, but the marriage aspect clicked in an instant. He remembered the words the knight who’d told him his duties had said, the rumors about you constantly escaping due to a lover who was outside the palace. And suddenly he was curious, so curious, in fact, that he was unable to censor himself in time.

“I’m assuming this question has to do with the rumors of the ‘lover’ you supposedly have outside the palace,” he turned to you with almost narrowed eyes.

“You’ve figured me out quickly.” You let out a sigh or chuckle, a cross between both or a sound he couldn’t identify, before giving him a tired smile. “Yes. I was meeting someone outside the palace for some time.”

Tenya paused at your word choice. “...Was?”

“The last time I saw him, the night you started watching me, he told me to stop meeting him. He told me it was too hard for us to continue our ‘affair’ if he wouldn’t be able to remain by my side permanently for the rest of our lives - at least considering that there’s no guarantee for it to happen. And as much as I disagreed with his way of going about it, I couldn’t exactly blame him for his actions. I understand his point of view,” you smiled bitterly.

“That’s why you haven’t escaped since,” Tenya all but thought out loud, barely even realizing he was doing so.

“Of course,” you sighed. “There’s nothing to leave for. There’s no joy in the idea of finding something better outside this palace anymore. I’m just stuck here now without a shred of hope or sense of myself.”

You looked at the rose bush sitting next to you sadly, a reminiscent look stuck in your expression as your fingers began carefully tracing the petals of one of the buds.

Tenya watched as you began reaching your hand into the bush, presumedly to pluck one, and it felt almost too late as he tried to stop you.

“The thorns-”

It was too late, he heard the snap of the branch from the bush as you gently pulled the rose out. He was almost expecting there to be scratches or blood of some sort covering your soft fingers but they were perfectly fine.

“There are none,” you showed him, rolling the stem in between your fingers as he watched the flower petals twirl in the air. “They have them removed so I can’t hurt myself.”

“I apologize-”

“No matter,” you giggled. “There’s no need for you to be so formal anymore Tenya. We’ve known each other for months now.”

Yet I feel as if I’ve known you for lifetimes, much more than my current existence.

“But,” you continued. “That’s why I’m grateful for your company. Without it, I’m guessing I’d be wallowing myself in my own pity constantly.”

You carefully twirled the rose in your nimble fingers once more, before handing it to Tenya with a smile. His large fingers met yours in that single instance, and he only stared at the rose in astonishment at your actions for a few seconds.

That was, until you’d already moved on from the moment as you happily swung away, calling out, “Let’s go find another book to read.”

- - - - - - - - - -

“You’re leaving?”

Tenya only nodded in response, unable to reach your gaze or the sad way your eyes had turned inwards with a downcast expression.

It was true. He’d been assigned to head a section of the gentry out on the borders of Déspoir. It really only was because you hadn’t escaped since the first night he’d met you, and the king actually had recognized his accomplishments when he’d gone through training all that while ago.

And it was funny now that Tenya was thinking about the whole situation, as all those months ago he would’ve been so incredibly excited at the prospect of getting to go out into the middle of the battlefield and gain glory for him and his family in the best way possible. But now? He didn’t want to go - he didn’t want to leave you.

And maybe it was only due to the close friendship you both shared and the time you’d spent together, but there was almost an aching feeling in his chest when he saw the downcast expression over your face. It almost burned, and the heat was welling up in his eyes as they felt heavy and watery.

The closeness he felt towards you was unwarranted, and he realized, at this moment, that the so-called “closeness” he felt towards you had given birth to another feeling. And the fact that it was something he’d only just noticed was due to the burning present in his emotions.

And suddenly, there was so much wanted to say to you - his mind racing as the idea began forming in his mind in that one instant. He couldn’t bear to feel it as he left.

But he did the next day, trying to ignore your teary-eyed waves while he hid his own.

Little did he know that your heart reached and yearned in the same way - painfully stretching itself when you realized that he was no longer with you, that he would no longer accompany you around the palace or listen to your escapades in poetry or literature.

The days afterwards became bleak and boring, with no one to argue with or anyone to bother. You were left to your lonesome, wandering the gardens and plucking flowers, or holing up in the cold library at night to read.

It lasted about two weeks, with you only mulling yourself over in the sadness you’d brought upon yourself. Surely your stupid self should’ve realized your feelings sooner, and not mistaken them as friendship.

But that was until a letter arrived, and the words From Tenya were scribbled hastily over the envelope. You’d dashed straight up to your room after receiving it, closing the door behind you to make sure some maid wasn’t there, before tearing it open and fumbling with the paper so you could read it.

My Princess,

I feel that this letter should’ve been written earlier, but I must confess I was too shy to do so. Perhaps what’s being said here should've been said before I left, but saying it at some point is better than never saying it.

I must confess that I’ve held feelings for you, and that since I’ve left, the feelings I’ve held for you have gotten stronger.

The way your eyes sparkle under the heat of the sun when we strolled, the distinct floral scent that seemed to follow as you walked, the rouge of your cheeks like the sun when it set, the blinding smile that everyone was caught by, the sound of your laugh that never failed to brighten my day - all of it seems to be the only thing I can ever think about.

You’re forever in my mind, Princess - and there’s no means to rid of you.

I understand if you don’t return these affections, you are quite unreachable when it comes to our positions - but please note my feelings if you don’t return them.

I send you warm wishes regardless, and hope that you are as full of life as you had been when I’d left. I miss your presence either way, it was soothing to spend time with you.

Stay safe, and out of trouble (as I’m not there to chastise you), and I do hope to see you soon.

Yours, Tenya

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hazyspells

3 years ago

soft boys !!

synopsis: how they go soft for you<3

featuring: iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsuro

warning: none! kinda cheesy at kuroo's i apologize ahdjwd

iwaizumi hajime

soft soft boy

hes a very collected man with a few moments where he's angry or frustrated. other than that he's someone who has everything under control

everything but his feelings for you

melts the moment he sees your teary eyes as you watched one of your favorite animated movies.

weren't you a sweetheart

"love," he chuckled when he heard your sob, your face immediately buried in his chest as you wrapped your arms around his torso and sniffled. it was kinda funny how patient hajime was being.

"it's okay, I'm pretty sure they'll find a way to save him," iwaizumi reassured as he stroked your hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head as you slowly peeked out of his shirt to stare at the TV, now watching the movie with a frown and tear stained cheeks.

"it was still so unfair," you mumbled almost grumpily, making a chuckle rumble from iwaizumi's chest.

"i know right, I'll fight them for it,"

kuroo tetsuro

you're kind of his favorite person in the whole world and he doesn't even hide it tbh

im talking social media accounts filled with your pics with him

pics of you smiling, a picture of your outfits, pictures of your dates to the last place you visited together

but the moment he sees you post something on your story like "baby" or "love"

he's gone

SO gone

"this picture is so cute," you said from the couch as you scrolled on your phone, staring at the many pictures you took of tetsuro the previous night on your date together.

"you think so?" kuroo replied, clearly not paying attention as he typed away something work related on his computer. he was kind of busy but he always made sure to be around you.

a few moments later, he felt his phone buzz a little and grabbed it, thinking it was gonna be a message or an important email. but it was a notification from Instagram, specifically you.

you mentioned him in a story? clicking on the chat, he felt his heart squeeze when he saw his picture on your story. your story, with a simple caption that said "love" next to his head.

he knew how much you didn't post about him. not because you didn't love him but because you preferred for him to do so. so this was definitely something.

he just reposted your story, quickly typing away before setting his phone down with a smile.

"i love you forever"

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hazyspells

2 years ago

being reincarnated into a new world as the bad guy pt. 3

feat. Vil, Idia, Malleus

note: while can be interpreted as gn!reader the reader is reincarnated into a female villainess (especially obvious in Malleus’ part), reader is different for each character, I might write blurbs cuz I like the villain/ess genre

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For heroes to succeed, a villain must fall. Novels, films, and games taught generations to never pity the wicked who stands in the heroine’s way, but you couldn’t bring yourself to follow these sentiments. Your heart goes out to the villains and villainesses who drowned in their grief, trapped in a heartless situation, and abandoned by their beloved. Why is it their fault they fell in love with someone who doesn’t love them back? Could their lives be different if given the choice?

“Why couldn’t they be loved too?” You had your final thoughts as you drifted to sleep, only to wake in a startling new yet familiar reality.

Where is this and why do they keep calling you by the villain’s name?

Someone pinch you, you must be dreaming, right? Not only were you in your favourite romance manga, but you were also the partner of the Vil Schoenheit, your absolute bias! Yes, he was technically the antagonist of the series and you were his indifferent partner, but you were on cloud 9.

The story was that your husband was envious of the admiration the male lead, Neige and his love interest seem to so easily gain in the social circle. Eventually, his envy drove him to poison his rival and scar the beloved hero, only to inevitably be caught and ostracized. The plot painted your husband to be a vain noble that couldn’t handle competition, but you knew how hard he worked and his genuine efforts to earn his title as the perfect noble.

You raked your brain trying to figure out how to save your beloved from his frankly unfair fate, but Vil and Neige are bound to meet frequently due to their titles as the most sought-after nobles in the kingdom. Your only hope was to stop your husband’s plot to poison the count’s son and save his image.

You reincarnated before this expected event and not wanting to ask your husband to not poison someone (no matter how handsome he’d be, that is not a look you want to see), you waited for that impending day in hopes to foil it.

But who said you couldn’t find some enjoyment? Afterall, you had the luxury of being in the same household as your favourite character. If you weren’t at the mansion helping as much as you can to ease the burden on your husband, you spent your time singing praises for your beautiful beloved to anyone who was willing to hear. Your consistent praise has been said to rival the famous count and Vil’s closest knight, Rook.

“He’s so amazingly patient with me, teaching me my duties as part of the Schoenheit family!” “He’s the image of grace and elegance! His cool eyes leave me in tears! Of happiness, of course!”

Vil was not blind to the change in his partner, but he doesn’t really question it as all he wanted from you was a partner that would not disgrace the family name. He ignored the feelings of warmth when you smiled at him every time you two passed by each other at home, as though he was the center of your whole world. He did ponder for a moment how strange it was that the innocent energy that Neige exude irks him was almost endearing when it was you. Speaking of which, why were you so close to that man?

Even if Vil is your favourite, you were a fan of Neige as well. He was as sweet as the story wrote and you learned that he admired your husband as well (the hours of appreciating Vil were frequent). Plus, being as close as you could give you a higher chance to stop the poisoning attempt. Unfortunately, high society was hungry for gossip, and you became their favourite treat.

“Have you heard, Schoenheit’s newest partner has their eye on the adorable count heir” “Like a moth, always attracted to the prettiest things~”

Vil knew not to take rumours seriously, but the whispers were fuel to the budding anxiety towards the beloved heir of the count. He saw how well-matched you were with the sweet raven-haired boy. He knew he would give you the time and care you deserved unlike himself who had to push you aside for the sake of his duties. He believed that you would be happier if you were separated from him for the obviously kinder man. He wanted you to be happy, he truly did.

But he still offered the poisoned glass of champagne to that wretched man.

Your face pale in dread. Your husband has never offered anyone a drink, much less his rival. He was pulled away by an acquaintance and now you were left with a heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach. The situation was too tricky to maneuver as all eyes were on the three of you. Knocking the glass is too inconspicuous and if left out too long, the drink would darken and be investigated, and your beloved will be the prime suspect.

You had to think fast. You had to work quick.

“Sir Neige, could I try your drink?” You smiled as sweetly as you could, hiding the nervous shake of your hands. “My drink is a bit strong for me”

Kind as he was, Neige exchanged your glasses without your husband’s notice. It only took a sip of this poison to take effect and the rest of the content would be tested and traced to the Schoenheit business. It presented as an allergic reaction when consumed but it was categorized as poison when investigated in pure liquid form. You had to do it.

Steeling yourself, you downed the drink to its last drop and stood back with a smile. It’s useless to run now so you’d have to stand there and be ready to act surprised.

You turned to see your husband, who locked his eyes with yours. You smiled in reflex, but tears were starting to fill your eyes as a burning sensation took over your throat. Before long, you felt unable to breathe freely. You cough erratically, dropping to your knees as you claw at your throat as a desperate attempt to ease the fiery pain you feel. The guards rushed to you as Neige panicked beside you, unsure of what’s happening. As your vision blurred and your conscious mind slipping away from you, you thought you heard someone scream out your name.

It had been a while since you reincarnated into this strange world. Were it not for the existence of magic and unbelievable creatures, you would alternatively think you went back in time instead.

You were “born” and raised in a family known for their strength. Members of your families have grown up to be either knights or battle strategists. You and your siblings were training rigorously as your kingdom was expecting an attack from an ambitious rival kingdom.

While your family were confident in your skills, you knew your family were worried over unpredictable obstacles, namely the vicious beasts hiding in the forest surrounding your kingdom. The royal family commanded the collaboration between your family and the Shroud family, famous for technological inventions beyond their time. That’s when you met their sons.

To say they’re different from most nobles you’ve met was somewhat of an understatement. Idia was fidgeting in his seat in front of you and your siblings, somewhat unbecoming of the heir but the most interesting is his brother who wore articles of what looked like metal coverings on his limbs and most notably the lower half of his face. You kept your mouth shut so as not to disrespect the brothers. Your siblings, mainly your tactless brother, was not as delicate.

“What is with your lazy posture?! And what is that crazy costume you have on??!” Your brother loudly exclaimed at the Shroud brothers which earned a sharp jab in the ribs by both you and your older sister. “What??”

As your sister dragged your brother out into the hallways, you took the chance to bow your head towards the Shroud brothers, apologizing for your brother’s rather brutish tone.

That surprised Idia, not the sudden exclamation of your brother but for you and your sister’s scolding over his actions. He’s used to people spewing insults towards him and his brother’s odd appearance but rarely do people apologize, especially families with such high status.

You stayed with the brothers, mainly chatting with the more talkative brother, Ortho until your family started their carriage ride home. Still, even when their mansion was out of sight, your thoughts drifted to the Shroud family, mainly the brothers. Their features were so unique and almost a work of magical art themselves, you weren’t sure if they caught you being mesmerized by their flowing blue flames of hair.

You couldn’t speak for your family, but you particularly enjoyed your visits to the Shroud family. You heard that Idia was inventing an aura radar that could help soldiers to detect the presence of magical beasts and you were impressed. But you were even more in awe when you found out he was creating a sort of battle simulation “game” using magic to project visual avatars and reviewing past battle strategies that you were happy to share with him.

“You never fail to amaze and captivate me, Idia. You are seriously incredible.”

“WH-WHAT?! You muscleheads seriously have no subtlety, suddenly saying all that!”

Idia’s mind almost becomes a disarray whenever you are here. Your forward nature leaves him a flustered mess with your honest heart and cavalier attitude towards personal space (though you do back away when asked, to his dismay relief). But he does appreciate that you seem fond of Ortho as he is to you. The younger Shroud gets excited when you offer to walk around with you, even though the both of you keep insisting the older brother to join. You were someone that is easy to love but he kept himself from falling for you because of your differences. No two people could be more opposite than you two, convincing himself that you can never be.

He was sure he could hold his feelings back, until he and his brother were invited to the send-off party by the royal family for the soldiers.

“Eeekk!! How horrid!” A noble’s daughter didn’t hide her disgust when she saw the younger Shroud brother. He typically kept his mouth guard, but he was too tempted to try the mouth-watering pastries at the party. He thought he was away from prying eyes, but he was unfortunately wrong.

“Oh my, those scars…how disturbing” More nobles gawked at Ortho while he tried to wear his mouth guard, but his frazzled mind couldn’t bring his fingers to hold still. His scars were remnants from the beast attack he barely escaped from, but high society was not sympathetic and he was pushed to hide his face and limbs.

More reactions were shared throughout the crowd, either faces of disgust or sneers. Idia who was lost in his own anxiety didn’t realize what the commotion was about until he was too late, and the crowd kept growing which kept him too far to reach his brother.

RRRIIIPPPP

A loud sound tearing cloth caught the onlookers’ attention and looked to the source of the harsh noise. You stood with your sleeve ripped from your once pristine uniform and your arm, littered with both old and new scars of various sizes.

“Do you have a problem with scars?” You almost growled your words as your gaze pierced through the attendees who looked away in fear, many physically backing away from the heat of your glare. “You all have the audacity to point at a child then call yourself of noble class?”

A few foolish souls attempted to speak back but your older siblings came to stand beside the youngest kin. Your brother sneered at them, purposefully making a show of reaching his sword and your sister, though silent, stared down at them letting be known that she won’t be stopping what may come next.

Idia was close to tears. He felt such a disconnect towards this entire kingdom for the longest time and his brother was his only light in his world. However, a different light came to him as he saw you wrapping your arms around his brother and escort him somewhere safer.

He fell hard and he can’t bring himself to hate it.

You failed to change anything. You were publicly ridiculed and your engagement with the crown prince was officially annulled. You tried so hard to protect your friendship with your betrothed so that you would hope that he could at least spare you and your family the humiliation.

Accusations were falsely proclaimed that you attempted to harm his true love and that your family wanted to usurp the current royal family. None of it was true but all of the most powerful and influential figures in the kingdom would rather believe the words of the mysterious transfer student than you. Afterall, she was the main protagonist.

Apparently in his highness’ “kindness”, your family will be ostracized from nobility and to renounce their valuables. You held your tears in the ballroom, but you couldn’t stop once you reached the empty garden, away from spiteful eyes. All of your careful steps and efforts to avoid the bad route in this accursed dating game was for naught as you still end up as the ill-fated rival for the protagonist to beat.

Once you calmed down, you finally realized a pair striking green eyes looking your way. You saw a tall fellow standing a few feet from you. It was your mysterious friend you met some time ago at this very garden. His tall stature and striking features were unmistakable. The garden was sparsely lit but he still glowed in his own way, almost otherworldly in a way.

“Dear human”

Years ago, your betrothed held a birthday party and you snuck away to be away from the judgmental stares and whispers of the nobles who idolized the prince but despised you. You walked aimlessly through the maze when a deep timber brought you out from your daze.

“I didn’t realize someone else was here” his deep voice startled you.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t notice you there either. What brings you here?” You asked but the long-haired man didn’t reply, still observing you. You then had a thought. “Oh! Are you lost?”

You remembered how you kept getting lost in the royal garden and you imagine that this new noble was too embarrassed to say it. You put on an understanding smile and held out your hand. “Please, let me help you”

His eyes widened for a small moment before chuckling before accepting your hand. As you two weaved out from the maze of a garden, you pointed out the flora of the garden that the gardener taught to you and even the mysterious nobleman added his own factoids, especially on certain statues and gargoyles. Everyone you met either had greedy intentions or quietly berated you as the fiancé of the prince, so you laughed at the refreshing conversation.

After everything that day, you were grateful for this moment of sweet peace. You reach the entrance of the garden and while a little reluctant, you retract your hand away from the new man. Afterall, you were engaged and you could ruin this man if rumours were to come of this.

“Ah I never told you my name!” You realized a little late, introducing yourself before waiting for him to do the same.

“You may call me as you please” he surprised you again. Was he ashamed of his background?

You appraised his features, pondering on a name befitting this man who was beautiful but with a demeanor that was sharp and almost dangerous.

“How about Belle Amour? Like the flower” you said which managed a slight change in his expression as his eyebrows noticeably shot up before chuckling at your choice.

“I never knew humans like you could be so charming”

Since you two have been exchanging letters. Still as mysterious as ever, he instructed you to send your letters to the home of Duke Vanrouge and he or his son would deliver his. However, you chose not to question his methods as you worried his situation was a sensitive topic.

And now, you meet again in the same garden. You smiled at him through your glassy eyes, but he didn’t return the gesture.

“I didn’t know you were coming”

“I was invited, which was surprising”

“Ah, the crown prince must have invited everyone to announce his true love and how despicable I was” you let out a heartbreaking laugh at the harsh fate of the brokenhearted. Your dark-haired friend said nothing as he saw your shaking figure and your efforts to hold back tears from returning. You didn’t deserve this, he thought.

Your escort knight found you and urged you to return so you could discuss your family’s future. You let out a sad sigh and told him to ready the carriage and you’ll meet him at the castle’s entrance.

“Well, I’m happy at least. I got to see you for the last time” you forced a smile. You assumed that once you were a commoner there was no way a noble like him would ever contact you again. “Goodbye, Mr. Belle Amour”

He kept his eyes on you and you were tempted to wait if he wanted to speak more with you. When he stayed silent, you felt a little disappointed but left with a dignified bow, turning to make your way out of the garden, to your fate according to the world’s happy ending.

Once you were out of sight, a figure akin to a young child emerged from the other side of the maze and a few steps behind the taller man.

“Such misfortune to fall on a child. She and her family.”

“Lilia” the emerald-eyed man turned to him. “Have the men check the preparations once more. Tonight is the night”

When you reach the doors of your home, you barely register the figure of your parents as they immediately rush to your side. Their panicked and confused expressions hinted to you that they were informed of the family’s fate. As your parents asked you what happened at the party, you broke down into tears once more as you held onto your mother for support.

“Mother, I’m so sorry! The family is ruined because of me!” You cried into the older woman’s shoulders, begging for forgiveness.

Gently, your mother gently pulled you to face her. “What are you talking about? I was talking about the proposal”

Now you were the one confused. Your parents gestured you to the mountains of the gifts piled nearly from wall to wall near the entrance of your home. From the brightest of gems to the most extravagant of designer clothing were almost too much for your servants to handle as they tried to organize the seemingly endless presents.

“Duke Vanrouge’s son and his colleagues came with carriages of gifts, saying they were gifts for the family, asking for permission to court you in hopes of marriage on behalf of their master” your father explained as you surveyed each item. Your eyes landed at the large arrangement of flowers, a beautiful bloom of pink Belle Amour roses.

“Be careful, my lady!” One of your maids warned you. “Those roses have thorns!”

Despite her warnings, you reached out to find a small piece of parchment tied delicately to the stem of one of the roses. Carefully, you untied the letter from the flower and unfurled it to read:

My dear human, I will come to take you away soon.

From your Belle Amour, Malleus Draconia

Well shoot. You’ve just captured the hidden character and popular capture target of the game, the powerful Dragon King.

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3 years ago

where they have stretch marks

characters: various

eris’ notes: idk i just find stretch marks rlly attractive and pretty so i wanted to do this

warnings: none

around his waist. they scatter all the way over to the small of his back, slightly up his spine, and along his stomach. they’re more thin, but there’s a lot of them.

asahi, USHIJIMA, kenma, yamaguchi, tendou, TSUKKI, suna, akaashi, SHIRABU

on his arms. you can see where the skin has stretched to accommodate the muscle growth in his biceps, runs to his shoulder blades too. visible in t-shirts.

goshiki, IWAIZUMI, tanaka, KYOTANI, yamamoto, semi, KONOHA, kageyama

the insides of his thighs. years of jumping and running has made his body grow in order to supply power, and it shows in the many marks on his legs.

BOKUTO, aran, SAKUSA, hoshiumi, atsumu, kuroo, hinata, yaku, noya, KANJI

all on his chest. they stretch over from ribs to ribs and are more abundant closer to his sternum. more faint, but dipped so they’re noticeable.

daichi, OSAMU, aone, KITA, matsukawa, terushima, oikawa, LEV, sugawara

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stretch marks are beautiful and amazing i have them on my thighs

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2 years ago

reblogging to save someone from boredom lmao (like me 💀)

ao3 recs

i’m back 😋

decided to make another ao3 recs list hehe, these are always my fav to make

i’ve also decided to completely revamp the way i do my recs lists. before the descriptions were too vague and lazy. now i’ll be giving my own description along with what i thought of the fic. looking back on my old recs lists i cannot believe they got as many notes as they did when they were so crappy LOL

also i don’t know if you can tell but i’m trying to make my lists prettier ☺️☺️ (hence the header image and the pink dividers :p)

side note, there’s and alarming amount of atsumu fics in here?? i didn’t even realize that i’ve been reading purely atsumu content?

Forget-Me-Not by ChaoticSins

Atsumu x reader, friends to lovers 💗💗. this one has me in a chokehold. so you and atsumu are childhood friends and you’ve been in love with atsumu practically your whole life. you end up leaving for college but then when you finish it you need to get an apartment. atsumu offers to be your roommate (see where i’m going here?). this whole story had me squealing and kicking my legs. i really don’t want to spoil it but i will give you one of my favorite quotes in this book: “But…don’t ya fuckin’ dare think yer 5 years of waitin’ around for her is anywhere near the 11 years I spent lovin’ her,” :) ongoing

msby black jackals online! by mooshys

Black jackals x reader, mostly platonic but one of the guys will be endgame ;). this one is by the same author as shiratorizawa antics! i adore that story and they both share many of the same elements. if you liked that one you’ll definitely like this one. here, you are the teams social media manager. you go through many heartwarming (and hilarious) things with the team. this story is definitely a nice fluffy getaway from the majority of fics i read haha. it was so fun to read and i loved it. completed

Better Days Ahead by morningsideup

Kuroo x reader, demon kuroo x reader, magic/modern au. do i really have to say more?? this fic…! so you are just the run of the mill museum worker (btw your co worker is tsukki), living a boring ol mundane life. until you find the demon prince kuroo who accidentally traveled to your universe and is now unfortunately stuck due to you destroying the item that brought him here. now, you are stuck with this spoiled demon prince and are forced to help him search for the missing shards of his gem that brought him here so he can travel back home. cmon, tell me that doesn’t immediately want to make you dive into this fic. the tension between reader and kuroo drives me insane. and you’ll come to know that tsukishima can be a little shit. 10/10 so far, ongoing

They were roommates by atsukashii

Iwaizumi x reader, roommates au<333, friends to lovers. you are in need of a roommate. you see an ad for a girl named tooru oikawa looking for a roommate. you jump at the chance and are looking forward to moving in. you think everything’s perfect until you get to your new home and see that tooru isn’t a girl, and that he has a very friend who also happens to be your roommate. oikawa won’t be difficult to live with, but iwaizumi? and his hotness? def gonna be a problem. this is the perfect quick read. it’s so good for when you’re in a reading stump and need a pick me up. iwaizumi makes you feel all mushy inside🥴. and the ending has to be one of the most satisfying fic endings i’ve read recently. completed

Set the Bar High by BeansNCornbread

Atsumu x reader, enemies to lovers, complicated. you work at a bar. you’re a college student and this is the perfect gig for you. however, miya atsumu never fails to make your life more difficult. he shamelessly flirts with you while he’s with other girls, and never leaves you alone. maybe you’d consider indulging him if he didn’t break your little sisters heart all those years ago. cannot explain how much i love this fic so far. the way atsumu desperately tries to get your attention while you keep brushing him off. and the tension. the fucking sexual tension between reader and atsumu. it has me bitting my nails. i binged this in an entire day. i love atsumus cocky ass and his fucking pining is so obvious but our oblivious readers ass doesn’t even realize it. craving the next chapter. ongoing

call me home by laurelandharper

Ushijima x reader, faking dating troupe<33. You are a famous ex child star and current professional model. you and professional volleyball player ushijima wakatoshi are paired up together for an ad campaign. to overcome unavoidable rumors, the two of you decide to fake date until things calm down. nothing can go wrong right? hehe. i love ushijima. i just love this man. everytime i read a fic with this man i’m blushing. what i really liked about this fic is was how short it was (occasionally i enjoy a nice quick read) and i liked the build up of reader and ushijimas relationship. it felt very real for me. sometimes when i’m reading the fake dating troupe i feel like the authors sometimes force the relationship. i didn’t feel that at all while reading this fic. ushijima is such a sweetheart and gentlemen here. love this fic please read it <3 completed

Challenge Accepted by Cutesight

Akaashi x reader, sort of enemies to lovers? There’s a challenge going around. Get the attention and “break” the handsome setter of Fukurodani. No one has completed this, no one’s even gotten close. However, when curious little y/n decides to partake in the challenge, she gives akaashi a run for his money. This fic is a guilty pleasure. It was a nice break from the other complicated fics i’m reading. It’s a very easy read and i love it for that. Honestly, a couple times throughout this story akaashi was getting on my last nerve. like just be with reader?? but overall it’s such a fun read. one of the best ways i can describe this story is idiots in love. oh and konoha is a little interesting in this fic too ;) completed

I Hope It Hurts by demxnscous

Atsumu x reader, enemies to lovers. you are the manager for Inarizaki. you and atsumu have never gotten along. the setter has always been a pain and you thought maybe things could improve over time. they didn’t. but now you’re being forced to tutor him, will things get better? this fic is hardcore enemies. atsumu and reader hate each other. this story is still in its early stages, so we’ve only seen a little build up with reader and atsumu. but i love the hatred between them. it’s so raw. it’s not the bullshit enemies to lovers where they kinda don’t like each other. they strongly dislike if not hate each other. i cannot wait to see this story blossom and progress. ongoing

Red Thread by deltachye

Ushijima x reader, soulmate au. in a world where you are bound to someone for life, all you want is to be with your soulmate. however, after finding him, and living with him, what do you do when he loves volleyball more than he’ll ever love you? i’ve said this before, but i tend to stray away from soulmate aus. this one is one of the few exceptions. honestly as much as i adore ushijima, he could be severely annoying throughout this story (which was intentional). this story does have some scenes which may be triggering for some which the author includes in her tags, so check it out and don’t read this one if you’re uncomfortable with those topics. overall, this story is a good example of how good a soulmate au can be without forcing it too much. completed

bad for business by tinyduck

Atsumu x reader, enemies to lovers, reader owns a bakery<3. you’ve finally reached your dream of opening a bakery. now all you want is to be more successful than the popular onigiri shop across the street. the one that steals customers. but you’d never expected for the owners cocky blonde twin walking through your doors. this story is such a cute enemies to lovers. it’s not full on enemies, but it’s so cute. i love the interactions between y/n and atsumu. it’s the most precious thing ever. their love feels so genuine. this story is also a quick read for me, this is one of the many fics i binged in an entire day. if you love soft enemies to lovers with atsumu, read this immediately. completed

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hazyspells

3 years ago

thumbs up!

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agh MY PAGE HAS BEEN BLESSED WITH SHINSO words cannot express how proud i am of this boy rn HES DOING IT YOURE DOIN IT HONEY

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hazyspells

3 years ago

SMALL ACTS OF INTIMACY.

▹ featuring: katsuki, izuku, shoto, and denki.

KATSUKI rolls his eyes inwardly when he notices you shivering, shoulders bunched up to your ears despite trying—and failing—to assure him that you were fine. the cold didn’t bother you anyway, you tried to joke even, but his frown deepens when you tug the collar of your jacket tighter around your neck. “fuck’s sake,” he sighs, before stopping abruptly to unravel his own scarf. ignoring your protests, he wraps the knitted piece around your neck, a scowl tugging at his lips as his fingers secure the ends out of sight. “there. now stop fucking shivering and come on. we’re gonna be late.” you only nod and smile your thanks, burrowing further into the newly provided warmth. the tips of his ears tinge red at the sight, but when asked, he mumbles something about the cold, gloved hand tightening around yours.

IZUKU muffles a sigh into your lap, curled eyelashes resting upon freckled and sun kissed skin. he feels weightless with each finger that toys with his forever unruly locks, head moving each way your hand does. all his troubles fall from his shoulders here, buried in the known that is you—an ever present constant he wouldn’t dare take advantage of. here, the world narrows down to just the two of you and mind numbing relaxation, and he finds himself wishing for more moments of tranquility like this. your fingers gently brush against his cheek and he opens his eyes to look up, instantly greeted with a gaze so tender heat creeps up the side of his neck to set ablaze across the apples of his cheeks. laughter swarms around him not long after and his heart squeezes, but soon relaxes once more as your hands resume the gentle combing through his hair.

SHOTO peers over at you between the pages of his newest read, mismatched hues glancing curiously between you and the screen illuminating your face. different hobbies aside, the pair of you always managed to find an in between, sometimes lounging in the same space while taking up different tasks being one of them. and yet the longing to have some part of you with him despite already being with him persists, nimble fingers slowly inching until they rest a few centimeters away from your relaxed palm. gaze flicking up once more, he prepares himself to be brushed off no matter how many times you’ve reassured him that taking affection when he wanted it was okay, teeth sinking into his lower lip with furrowed brows. but at the last second, you reach out from his hand and squeeze once, a reminder said without even needing words.

DENKI offers the other earbud with a soft grin and ‘do you wanna listen?’ in the crowded train, hand extended towards you with hopes that you’d take him up on his offer. what you don’t know is that he’d been preparing that four worded question for weeks beforehand, his reflection shaking his head in disbelief at his antics. the inquiry hangs within the ambience of faded conversation and the distant rumbling of wheels against the tracks, cellphones ringing in the background when you accept the offered earbud with a grin that matches his own from ear to ear. bumping his shoulder, you add a cheeky, ‘hope your music taste doesn’t suck,’ and he thinks he’d let you continue to make teasing jabs at his countless playlists if it meant being close to you like this.

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My heart melted just like that i love these boys omg finna make me SCREAM

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hazyspells

9 months ago

we will never be apart

diluc ragnvindr x reader | 1.8k + words

warnings: angst/comfort, mentions of blood/injuries, no pronouns used, ahh if i'm forgetting anything else just tell me

the howling of the wind as the front doors of the winery swing open violently, followed by a thud much too loud and heavy to be footsteps, draws you from your book and has you rushing from the master bedroom and into the dark hallway, the pages of the novel left askew on the sheets in your abrupt departure.

frigid air from outside makes the manor even colder than it normally is this time of night and your thin short silky pajamas weren’t doing much to help keep you warm but you didn’t have time to think about how cold you might get or throw on a robe, not when your worst fears were already churning uncomfortably in your stomach. they only grew worse when you looked over the banister to see diluc on his knees at the threshold of your home. it’s too dark to make out much but there’s no mistaking the long, fiery, mane of hair that flows towards the ground in his slumped over state.

you can’t speak or call out to him. everything feels caught in your throat and you worry if you speak you may choke on the words but adrenaline and a racing heart move your feet as quickly as they can down the grand staircase. as you get closer you see one hand keeping his body from meeting the cold hardwood and the other gripping at his side desperately. bright red bangs cover his face but you can hear how hard he’s breathing, see in the dim moonlight coming through the open door the deep breaths he fights to take with every rise and fall of his back.

a strong gust of wind rattles the doors and quickly you close and lock them, not wasting another moment to make your way to dilucs side and reach out for him with shaking hands. you swear all you can hear is the beating of your heart in your ears as you help him sit up, bringing his arm around your shoulders and with all the strength you can muster, help him stand up while supporting most of his weight. something wet and warm begins to seep into your night dress and stain your skin beneath, the smell of copper becoming more potent the more his blood stains your clothes.

the only thing that breaks through the sound of your panicked heart is his strained voice calling your name. the way it sounds makes the tears you didn’t know were welling up in your eyes fall down your cheeks without permission.

“y/n.. i..” he grunts when you tighten your arm around him and begin to make your way up the stairs. he’s so heavy; barely able to walk, his heavy boots dragging against the cold hardwood with every step you take, hardly able to use his hand to help him up the railing. it’s up to you, and the strength you worry would break at any moment, to help get him up along with his stumbling steps.

“don’t speak. save your strength.” you reply, your voice is uneasy as the hands that are holding onto him, that are dripping with his blood. but no matter how hard you cried, no matter how the anxiousness in your stomach made you nauseous along with the terrible coppery smell, you had to keep moving, had to let it bubble over without control because right now your only focus was being sure diluc was okay. he had to be. what.. what would you do without him.. if he died in your arms-

you have to stop your racing thoughts before they consume you. almost to the bathroom. it will be okay. it has to be okay.

it’s not the first time diluc has come home injured and you had to bandage him up, you’d say by now you’ve gotten quite good at it, but it’s never been this bad, never been this scary. there was no staff here at this hour, no one to call for a healer unless you wanted to leave diluc alone to do so by yourself but you aren’t sure you could stomach to leave his side in this state.

normally diluc would sit quietly at the edge of the tub with a stern expression, his eyes not meeting yours as you cleaned and wrapped his wounds but tonight he can barely lean against the side of the tub as he tries to take off his coat and vest. your hands stop his own, trembling fingers peeling off the dirty and stained fabric until he’s left bare chested and he’s laying against the tile flooring, head resting against a towel. this time it’s your eyes that don’t meet his, even though the ruby orbs you love can't focus on anything but your distressed visage.

he calls your name but you don’t reply. using his teeth to tear off his glove, it comes into your peripherals, gently resting on your cheek, using his thumb to wipe away the tears that continue falling from your eyes. he hadn’t meant to worry you, hadn’t meant to use all of his strength after getting injured and stumble home only to barely make it through the door. the bloodied pajamas you wear, the shakiness of your hands and the worry in your crying eyes makes his heart ache far worse than the wound you’re attending to. he’d be okay, as long as he could ease your worry, stop your tears, he was sure of that. he’s suffered far worse but the reassuring words he speaks to try to tell you as much never seem to make it to you.

you don’t hear his voice, can barely register the hand that holds your face and wipes your tears. how could you when you can’t focus on anything but the injury at his side that slows how badly it’s bleeding as you apply pressure and a salve adelinde made for situations just like this. it wasn't meant to patch up wounds for good but as it foams against the gash it stops the bleeding and hopefully numb the pain. the crimson splotches are so bright against his porcelain skin and as the salve works its magic you continue checking the rest of him, cleaning every small cut you can find before coming back to gash on his side.

his body flexes under your hands when he attempts to sit up, using all of the strength he has left to come closer to you, to comfort you. “wait! don’t get u-” you’re interrupted by a finger under your chin pulling your face from his toned stomach and to his soft eyes instead. normally you’d expect him to be mad that he’s hurt but tonight there’s no anger or irritation in his expression, he’s worried for you far more than he is himself.

“it’s okay y/n,” he speaks, his tone calm and reassuring. finally you hear his voice. diluc has never been very good at words of comfort but for you, if it meant your tears would dry and the smile he loves would return, he would always try. “it looks far worse than it feels. please, don’t waste your tears for my sake.”

you bite your bottom lip, an attempt to stop yourself from crying more because you know you needed to be strong for him but it doesn’t work out the way you wish it to, if anything you’d say it's making it a little worse. your tears seem unstoppable as ever. using the back of your hand you wipe away the growing wetness on your cheek. “h- how could i not when you’re hurt?”

his touch on your chin is beyond gentle, radiating with warmth and it only grows warmer when he caresses your jaw before the tips of his fingers brush your hair behind your ear. you can’t help but lean into it his touch, closing your eyes in hopes you could now calm down and not think about why you’re kneeling on the cold tile in the bathroom, in the middle of the night, covered in a color you normally couldn't get enough of but right now is making your whole body burn almost unbearably.

“i’ll be alright,” dilucs words are as tender as his touch and full of sincerity. “it wasn’t my intention to worry you-.”

“but diluc-”

suddenly and softly his forehead finds solace on yours and you find, as you often do with diluc, his touch steals your breath away. the smell of his shampoo and the mint on his breath invades your senses- making you forget about the scent you couldn’t stand before.

“i wouldn’t be dishonest with you, my love. please trust me when i say i’m alright,” his breath fans against your cheeks. strong, calloused hand finding its way even deeper into your hair with every word he speaks, until he is protectively holding the back of your head. “i will always be okay as long as you’re by my side… but i will be more careful in the future so you don’t have to worry like this again.”

“i always worry for you ‘luc,” you whisper, the last of your tears flowing down your cheeks and onto his scar ridden chest. you want so badly to wrap your arms around him and hold him against you but you don’t dare further hurt his wounds. instead your hands find his muscular arms and hope to relieve some of the stress he’s putting on his body by comforting you like this as you cling to him.

“i know,” he replies before attempting to hide a grunt of pain. your worry of hurting him makes you want to pull away when you hear the pained sound and you try to cautiously but he holds you steady against him, not letting your foreheads part. how did he have such incredible strength? “i am beyond thankful for that, and for you. i don’t know what i would do without you.”

“the feeling is the same,” you sob quietly, the tears you had just stopped starting to come back no matter how much you will them not to. “i.. i thought-”

“i have no intentions of ever leaving you y/n,” his hand in your hair tightens and the air in the bathroom grows warmer and warmer with every word of love he speaks. “i swear it. more than anything else in this life, i am yours and we will never be apart.”

“diluc.. i.. i love you so much.”

“i love you too, more than you know.”

the numbing agent slowly starts to ease dilucs pain while his words ease your own aching heart and though tears still fall from your eyes, your lips curl into a loving smile that matches his own. the bathroom is silent as you bask in each other's love while you finish bandaging him up and in the comfort of knowing things truly would be okay.

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