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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 11 months

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Hello hello! If I may, I'd like to request for fuegoleon fic

Where his wife s/o is busy with work or something so she leaves their 2 year old daughter with Fuego and he takes her to his office? Cue the crimson lion kings going crazy over their captains adorable little baby girl and they all sorta get distracted throughout the day taking care of the little bundle. But eventually she gets really fussy and sad and Fue understands it's because she misses her mom and he kisses her forehead and says he misses her too

S/o comes back home to fue and baby waiting for her and it's just a huge fluff fest basically

I love your writing so much❤️❤️❤️❤️

LOTS OF HUGS AND KISSES TO YOU <3

Hello hello!!

AAAAAAA this is so sweeeet!!! I was more than happy to write this one! I hope it makes you smile!!! AND HUGS AND KISSES RIGHT BACK TO YOU <3 and thank you!!! I might or might not be happy sobbing

Pairing: Fuegoleon x f!reader Genre: Nothing but family fluff fluff fluff Fanfic type: Oneshot Length: ~0.9k

Sunlight filtered through the glass of the window and cascaded onto the floor of Fuegoleon’s office. The crimson carpet was practically illuminated by the gentle soft glow, against which the steam rising from Fuegoleon’s tea cup on the table could be seen.

But he wasn’t looking at the carpet, or the steam rising from the tea. He was looking at his daughter playing on the carpet. Her hair, which reminded him of his own, but was much more vibrant, glimmered in the light of the sun. And her eyes, which also reminded him of his own, sparkled full of joy and hope. But she did have a lot of your features. Which was something he’d muse while tapping the tip of his daughter’s nose at times, while telling her that she has a cute nose. Just like her mother.

She was drawing something, while occasionally glancing at, very intently, at her lion plushie.

Another masterpiece in the works, he smiled to himself, radiating nothing but pride and love he held for his daughter.

“Father watch!” She called out while stumbling onto her feet and picking up the paper.

“Hm?” He lifted his head while putting down his pen, as she stumbled over with a wide grin on her face.

“Us!” She said while showing him a picture with 4 blobs. “Mother,” she pointed to a shape on the right, “father” she pointed to a shape on the left, “me” she pointed to a shape in the middle, “Lele” she pointed to a shape below the three other ones, because she had wanted to include her lion plushie.

“Excellent work,” he patted her head. “Father is very proud,” he told her, which made her smile even wider.

There was a knock at the door, and Randal appeared from behind it.

“I’m sorry to disturber Sir, but I … thought the little lady might want something to drink,” he said while crouching down and holding a few juice boxes in hand.

“Thank you,” Fuegoleon nodded as the daughter was already happily making her way through the first juice box.

“Watch!” She showed Randal her drawing.

“Magnificent job my lady,” he smiled while getting up.

“Mhm!” She nodded her head vigorously. “Show mother?” She asked while looking back to Fuegoleon, as Randal lingered in the doorway.

“Mother is busy dear,” he told her with an apologetic shake of his head.

“When?” She asked with a frown.

“In a few hours,” he replied.

But all it did was make her teary eyed.

“But mom now!” She cried as Fue got up from his chair and Randal took a step further into the hallway.

Fuegoleon nodded to Randal who took it as a cue to leave, and closed the door, while Fue picked up his daughter into his arms.

“I understand dear,” he spoke with soft syllables while cradling her in his arms. “I miss her too,” he admitted while placing a kiss onto her forehead. “And she surely misses us too,” he told her.

---

Evening had started to set as you made your way back to your bedroom, or living quarters as it could be better described, since there were multiple rooms adjoined. And though you were tired from the long day, you couldn’t wait to see your husband and daughter again.

A smile crept onto your lips as you thought about it, about how you’d see them soon again, and that smile only widened as you opened the door, entering the bedroom.

“Mother!” You heard as soon as you opened the door, having barely had time to enter.

“Well hello darling,” you said while pushing the door closed behind you and crouching down with open arms to welcome you daughter, who was already stumbling to you as fast as her little legs could carry.

“Miss you!” She said to you while clinging onto you.

“I missed you too,” you smiled while picking her up.

“Welcome back,” Fue greeted while making his way to you as well.

“Thank you,” you smiled to him. “I hope the knights weren’t too inconvenienced by you having her today.”

“No, not at all,” he shook his head as amusement was painted over his lips. “In fact, she was quite the star of the day,” he said while wrapping his arm around your waist, and pressing a kiss onto your lips.

“Hmm,” you hummed into the kiss, feeling loved and cared for. “That’s good,” you continued while looking adoringly at your husband, and who looked equally, if not more, adoringly to you.

“We missed you,” he still said while glancing to your daughter who was now pressed against your chest in your arms, and clutched to you with closed eyes.

“Looks like she’s tired,” you mused with a hushed voice.

“She had a rough day,” he chuckled under his breath.

“By missing me?” You chuckled back with a glance to him.

“It is far more taxing than you give her credit for,” he mused with a twinkle in the corner of his eye.

“I see,” you giggled. “But she should get her ready for bed,” you told him, to which he agreed. It really had been a long day for all of you. But now you were together, as a family, as it should be.

#fuegoleon x reader #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #black clover fanfiction #black clover oneshot #black clover x reader

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yostresswritinggirl · 2 years

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*sobs* I hate being an uni student AAAAAAA kinning Alrani rn so tru

The world is cold and harsh but tiddies are soft and warm and I just want to plop down on Alhaitham habibi's tiddies and use it like a pillow while I complain about classes and papers and how tf did they even graduate with such prestige and overall just surrender

I am snickering and heavily contemplating doing this before just going "ah fuck it, comfort my 2nd fave child with this bitch, i guess" not like I can finish this fic in the intended hour anyways

It was not easy to startle Alhaitham, but here he was, flinching to the point of fumbling with the book in his hand to avoid dropping it.

How could he when it was almost dead silent in the room a few seconds ago? Getting used to hearing nothing but pages turning and pen scribblings, a few sighs here and there that he chose to ignore because he thoroughly believed you needed more focus than reassurance -

So when you sobbed in your hands before letting out an anguished scream shortly after your initial mumbles, his shock was warranted.

More muffled words flew out of your mouth, most likely complaints, that had him sighing. No more reading for him, it seems.

Alhaitham was in the process of putting a bookmark between the pages when you stood up and sluggishly made your way over - almost throwing his book to the side table when you abruptly took a seat on his lap to bury your face to his chest. As he predicted, no more reading.

His exquisite eyes side-eyed the other half of the couch that was unoccupied and perfectly fit for you to drape yourself on instead of him, but he digressed.

"Ow." You groaned but stayed in place at the feeling of a flinch to your temple.

"Correction: A uni student. The word-initial "y" sound is a glide phonetically, which has consonantal properties; consequently, it is treated as a consonant, requiring you to use a instead of an."

The correction went into one ear and out the other at the feeling of his fingers carding through your hair, massaging your scalp when reaching your head.

Ignoring his words and mumbling more complaints, he sighs and wraps his unoccupied arm around your waist, leaning back on the couch so you can rest on him in a more comfortable posture. He scoffs when you asked about how he graduated.

"Just the same as you, with frustrations and hardships. Progress is easily neglected when faced with harder obstacles," he rants while his hand absentmindedly strokes your head. If you were to look up, you'd see the faraway look in his eyes, reminiscing. "You've done well to reach this far, this is not your first gripe with deadlines or papers, but you would soon reach your last."

Wrapping his other arm around your torso, he cradles you closer into his chest. "Rest and clear your thoughts, perhaps a fresh mind would do works than one of frustrations." And Alhaitham rests his chin on the top of your head.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #exile.goblet #exile.flower #exile.reader #gender neutral #cilly #sumeru arc #try not to die cilly!

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nighwingsdiscordkitten · 1 year

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I lose my shit when ever Jayson talks

about Roy I literally sob my eyes out and throw up I roll around on the floor I claw at my walls I kick the floor and bang my hands against the floor I can’t do this any more A AAAAAAA

#jayroy #Jason Todd #roy harper #He’s still alive in my heart #Redhood #red hood and the outlaws #crying myself to sleep

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dangermousie · 2 months

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Aaaa, I got to my favorite scene!!!

When he sees her banging her head on the wall over and over and puts his hand in between the wall and her aaaaaaa

And she just keeps going, almost mindless with grief, and so he pulls her to himself even as she struggles...

But she ends up sobbing in his arms as he holds her

And by holds her I mean clutches her for dear life.

They don't make them like this any more!

#kdrama #ji sung #hwang jung eum #secret

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quodekash · 10 months

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wait what did patpran's friends say when they told them they would be playing the main characters

how did they react during rehearsals and stuff

obviously kornwai wouldnt care, but what about the others who think they still hate each other??? who think theyre currently exes?? i have many questions.

but more importantly: THEYRE DOING THE PLAY AND PHUPHATIAN WENT TO WATCH IT AAAAAAA

INKPA INKPA INKPA INKPA

GIRLFRIENDS

LESBIANS

MY WIVES

AAAAAAAAAA

oh i wasnt expecting that

i wouldve expected it to be the other way around

that's so interesting, subverting expectations

i love subverting expectations /gen

veriudjksgbvouerbjsdoguvbre im so excited

im so freaking excited

holy hell

INKPA

THIS RANDOM AUDIENCE MEMBER IS SUCH A FREAKING MOOD OMG

THAT WAS MY REACTION TO THAT PART, TOO

I LOVE THIS AUDIENCE SO MUCH

HES ACTUALLY CRYING

HOLY FREAKING HELL

BRO IS SUCH A GOOD ACTOR

its a shame that the tear is on the side of his face that the audience cant see buT STILL

BRO

HES COMMITTED

I LOVE HIM SO FREAKING MUCH HOLY HELL

SAAAAME

ALSO: INKPA

oh dear merciful god please let them freakin kiss

THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME

IM SOBBING

SAME

I LOVE HER SO MUCH

SHE JUST WANTS THEM TO FREAKING KISS

AND SAME

please

OMG THE PART IS COMING

FHWDSFHEASDF

IM SHAKING IN ANTICIPATION

Y E S

THEY DIDNT EVEN HESITATE

AND THEY DIDNT HAVE TO DO THAT

THEY COULDVE JUST LIKE. LEANED THEIR HEADS IN CLOSE TO EACH OTHER. OR DEMONSTRATED WITH THEIR HANDS.

BUT NO, THEY HAD TO KISS EACH OTHER

AND IM DYING BC OF IT

D U D E

LOOK AT HOW HAPPY THEY BOTH LOOK AFTER THAT

GIO34ERPHGSO[VEI4HRSNG0VIO4ERNGSOIBVERJDF

AAAAAAA

G0EVIRODGNOVDVVORILNDFG034IPEJHGT0I34HERQGIUOVBNREULGJBWVNEKSEJDGNVPOREH98GEH0458REHGV9BWVERWG9WBOVHVENPRIOJGKVBLREIKJGB94VOUERGN8943OEBHGNOPUEVRLNGVIORUEJBDGIUBEROUPGB9PU54BERG9UBI4EPOURBGIPOWU4BEGPUBW4IERGJOBREUGWREJOUFVJHKDFFOPEUTRNGHPOIAU5RENGPOIRVBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

EVERYONE IN THE AUDIENCE IS SO DESPERATELY ANTICIPATING THEM KISSING, AND THEN THERES PHUPHATIAN LAUGHING THEIR ASSES OFF, AND ITS SO FUNNY TO ME

YYYYYEAHHHHHHHHHHH

FINALLY

HELL YES

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

GVREIJKDBGERVJD

PA'S LITTLE WHOOP I LOVE HER SO MUCH

LMAO THIS ONE KID FILMING IT

KORNWAIIIII

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

HOLY FREAKING HELL

bro did you not watch the previous architecture play?

the other one he literally starred in?

YOU BROUGHT HIM HIS XYLOPHONE STICKS AT THE AUDITION

PA I LOVE YOU BUT WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

i agree

also: I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

they just mean so much to me, your honour

i get that you wanna congratulate them buT PLEASE, THE MAN HAS TOO MANY FLOWERS ALREADY, SPARE HIM

LOOK AT PA

SHORT ONE LOOKING LOVINGLY UP AT HER GIRLFRIEND GHREKBFGS

which, by the way, this is one of the few times i can say that theyre short, because shes the only one that's shorter than me. i am a whole two centimetres taller than love, and im proud of that

LUCKILY FOR YOU (and all of us), IT'S ALL ON YOUTUBE AT THE GMMTV CHANNEL

look at me, promoting them. i could be their spokesperson. (hire me gmmtv, im begging you)

YOU'RE ABOUT TO FIND OUT (please let him be about to walk up to them, please please im begging you)

yES

I WAS RIGHT

please, make it stop, he cant carry any more flowers

THEM <3

VUHREKDSBGVIOREJBGUI3F4REBGPUVI4ERJBDSGV9UPOERBDSGV9UOREBDSVVER9UDNVREUOBDVNU9BIBRE8VDIYBR8EDVIFBHVUBOGVUV9UERODHS9V8REH9GR8VHRED98GHRE8GHR98HGV9DEHVOIE9VD9UERYFER9DSIBVGRIOEGUOIRE8RE8FGREUGIRFHRDEGUIGEU9RFEROGOGRIEOSDHVODH

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i wouldve inserted the image again but uh. youll never guess who ran out of images again

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whentherewerebicycles · 21 days

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wow. last night was so bad I have to process it aloud because I feel so shaky and raw about it

I don’t know what is happening to my hands and arms especially my left (dominant) hand/arm but it’s a level of nerve pain I’ve never experienced and I’ve had quite bad carpal tunnel symptoms in the past. last night I was looking at my left hand telling my fingers to move and I couldn’t do it. like the signal from my brain wasn’t getting through. they were totally numb/stiff and yet somehow still transmitting pain signals that were out of this world excruciating. I feel like I have a pretty decent pain tolerance and I was at an 8.5-9 on the pain scale where I was just sobbing and sobbing because how could it go on but also how would it ever stop. I finally figured out halfway through the night that for some reason standing up partially alleviated the nerve pain (??) and sitting up reduced it to a 5 or 6 so I then spent the rest of the night either standing up crying in the hallway or sitting up straight in bed trying to sleep like that. that was just like. that was insane. I also just felt that utter crushing despair you get when you’re alone and in agonizing pain in the middle of the night and you’re like it will never ever ever stop it will never get better no one will ever be able to take it away you will feel like this forever. like just the kind of agony that obliterates rational thought. I also cannot even fully describe how much my brain was interpreting the pain as “this is an EMERGENCY you need to find help NOW you CANNOT be alone right now” which was a nuts experience for like, severe wrist pain? like it obviously wasn’t my internal organs or anything? but it was so bad my brain was just like override override override get help get help get help. WOW I feel insane this morning!!!!!!!!!! thank god for the daytime pain is for whatever reason slightly more manageable—still intense but more like 6-7 level of “it’s very painful to do daily activities and I am never not thinking about it” but not that feeling of total catastrophic emergency pain. oh my god how am I going to face another night. I need to call the nursing team but I’m so scared they’re going to tell me again that this is normal and there’s nothing they can do. I think I will burst into tears if they tell me that. AAAAAAA okay I need to get some distance from the night so I feel less intensely shaky and then I will call.

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luxaryllis · 2 years

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Here is a cute idea, dorm leaders(replace Kalim with Jamil pwease. Thank chu~) reacting to a child!mc calling them dad because they are the closest thing they had to a dad.

Child!Reader Calling the Overblot Squad 'Dad'

Note: Oh my gosh, anon. THAT IS SO CUTE OMGGGGGG 😍😍😍

ANON WILL YOU LET ME HUG YOU AND PLATONICALLY SAY 'I LOVE YOU'?!?!

BECAUSE, MY GOSH!!! I AM MELTINGGG!!!

I'm sorry this took SO LONG to do, I've been doing a bunch of other requests-

But like-

When I first read this request, I was ALREADY CRYINGGG!!!!

AAAAAAA

Also, I put Overblot Squad because that is the Dorm Leaders with Jamil instead of Kalim so yeah-

Anyway-

You didn't specify how old you wanted the reader or the Overblot Squad to be, so I just went with the reader being around 5-7 (depends on you), and the Overblot Squad is their normal age. This also takes place after the overblots-

Also, the reasons why Reader is under the protection of the Overblot Squad varies throughout; but will be explained. So I hope that this is alright! If not, feel free to send in a request and I'll fix it!

And since you didn't specify the type of format you wanted me to do here, I'll just make it headcanons + the story itself!! Hope that's alright!!

And FINALLY!!! SOME FRICKIN FLUFF IN HERE!!! I'VE BEEN LONGING FOR SOMW FLUFF IN THIS ANGST-FILLED BLOG-

Warning/s: Absolutely FLUFFY platonic love, "father"-figure is a teenager, Reader is 5-7 years old, some mentions of past abuse (not much), a bit of angst if you squint, mostly fluff tho, I hope this makes you melt and cry the way I did when making this.

Heartslabyul:

Riddle Rosehearts:

🥀 While taking care of you, Riddle was very careful.

🥀 He didn't want to be like his mother.

🥀 He didn't want to turn out like his mother.

🥀 He couldn't bear doing that.

🥀 So he was pretty unsure of what to do.

🥀 He had asked for advice from Trey

🥀 But he very much loves you.

🥀 He sees a bit of himself in you; he doesn't want to blow this job!

🥀 He make personal rules to himself.

🥀 Rules like, "Be gentle with [Name] at all times", or "Feed [Name] their special favorite food every Friday", and stuff.

🥀 So that if he breaks any of his rules, he punishes himself by doing a certain chore; like manually painting the roses red, or other things.

🥀 Baby's just serious in taking care of you! 🥺❤

🥀 And when you call him 'dad'?

🥀 He's crying.

🥀 Downright SOBBING like a baby.

🥀 Who gave you the right to be this cute?!? 🥺🥺😭😭😭

---

One day, in Heartslabyul, Riddle was teaching you how to properly hold a hedgehog. You had asked him to teach you and he was happy to!

"Alright, sweetheart. Be careful with them, okay? They're properly trained, but they need to get used to your hands.", Riddle says as he gently picks up a hedgehog and shows you.

You look at him and nod.

You look at the hedgehog closest to you, it was a red hedgehog.

'It's like his hair', you think to yourself.

You slowly place your hands around the hedgehog and slowly and gently scoop it up.

The hedgehog shifts a bit, but calmsdown after a while.

It moves around a bit in your hand, familiarizing itself with you.

You, in particular, were fascinated by the hedgehog.

You look up to Riddle with a grin on your face.

Riddle looks back at you with a soft yet proud smile.

"Great job, my little rosebud", he says, gently patting your head.

Your grin somehow gets even bigger as you slowly move your hands to Riddle.

Positioning your hands so that it looks like Riddle and the hedgehog are next to each other, you giggle a bit.

"The hedgehog is like your hair, dad!", you exclaim while laughing.

Riddle laughs a bit as well, noticing the hedgehog's color.

Until he realizes what you addressed him as.

His eyes widen and he slowly takes the hedgehog from your hands, and places it down to the ground.

You confusedly look up at him, is there something wrong?

When he looks at you in the eye, you notice that tears are flowing from his eyes.

Surprised, you stand up from your position kneeling down. Riddle was also knelt down on the ground.

You wiped your hands on your shirt and and patted it on Riddle's cheecks to wipe away his tears.

"Dad? Is something wrong??" You ask him, head tilting to side.

Riddle sniffles as he softly takes your hands and hold them in his.

"[Name], my rosebud, did you just call me 'dad'?", he softly asks.

You nodded, "Mhmm! Mr. Riddle is nice and gentle with me. Not like with mother. She isn't nice. Mr. Riddle is, though! So Riddle is my Dad! Mothe- no... miss. Miss is mean and I don't like her!", you tell him passionately.

Ah yes, another reason why Riddle was so adamant on sticking with you.

You also had a strict mother. Except yours was a lot more abusive and hirrible than Riddle's was. Not to mention your mother being an absolute drunkard.

So Riddle wanted to give you the life he never did as a child.

And to think he was starting to think of having someone else look after them instead of him! What a stupid thought he had, Riddle berated himself.

Riddle sniffs again and smiles softly, "Well, you, my little rosebud, are now my child, I suppose. I solemnly swear that I will be a proper father to you, my rosebud."

That night, as you slept, Riddle cried tears of joy.

He has family. Family that loves him. And family that he loves too.

Savanaclaw:

Leona Kingscholar:

🦁 Now, one might be thinking, how did they get LEONA to take care of a child?!

🦁 Well, surprisingly; he actually volunteered to take the kid.

🦁 Also, Farena decided to have him take care of a kid to hopefully keep him out of trouble, or because the kid had taken more of a liking to Leona than Farena himself.

🦁 So yeah!

🦁 He had permission to take you to NRC, (Crowley was bribed) and had Ruggie prepare a baby-proofed room next to his.

🦁 Ever since then, Leona kept you mostly in his room; or went to your room.

🦁 The reason Leona wanted to keep you was pretty simple, really.

🦁 You didn't think that Farena was better than him.

🦁 In fact, he received the best reaction from you.

🦁 And while he would usually not like kids, Leona acknowledges that his brother and nephew aren't the best people to be taking care of you.

🦁 Also because you blew a raspberry at Farena when he tried to take you away from Leona. 🤣🤣🤣

🦁 Leona approves 🤣

🦁 Leona takes up a bit more responsibility than usual with you.

🦁 Meaning, Ruggie gets a bit of a break! Yey!!

🦁 But Leona has seen his sister-in-law take care of Cheka; Farena has probably had him take care of baby Cheka at least once before.

🦁 So Leona does know the bare minimum and the basics of taking care of a child.

🦁 By the way, in this, you're a lion beastman/cub/child.

🦁 When you call him, 'dad', Leona's pretty chill about it.

🦁 He's glad that you've learned to accept his presence in your life.

🦁 And accepts you as a part of his family; his pride.

---

"Whoooo!!! Go Mr. Leona!!! Go Mr. Ruggie!! Go Mr. Jack!!!!", you cheered as you watched Savanaclaw's morning practice.

Leona had casted a magical shield around you so that if the Magift disc would ever shoot towards you, it would ricochet off the shield.

Leona was pretty overprotective of you; and the rest of Savanclaw saw you as their little sibling.

Basically, everyone in Savanaclaw was pretty protective of you.

Your favorite Savanaclaw students were obviously Leona, Ruggie, and Jack!

Ruggie was nice, his food tastes really good. And he's really funny and a great teacher!

Jack is very nice too! He's also really kind and keeps you safe from any meanies!

Leona took you in and took care of you! He always comforted you when you had bad dreams and always scared away the monster under the bed!!

After a while, you and Leona were laying down in his bed.

You liked Leona's bed.

Well, you like everything Leona has, in general.

You liked it because it had his scent.

Leona's scent comforted you; it made you feel safe!

"Cub, ya alright? You've been quiet lately...", Leona asks you.

You just hugged him and snuggled into him even more.

"It's nothing, dad. I'm just sleepy", you say as you start to nod off.

Upon hearing what you called him, Leona gets wide awake.

'Dad...? Did the cub just... call me dad...?', Leona thinks.

'Dad... yeah... they're MY cub. I'm their dad. I like that idea.', he makes a small smile at the thought.

Leona has lived his life mostly on his own.

He's cared for himself, or had others take care of him.

But other than that, he hasn't really found people to care for.

But that all changed since you came into his life.

'You... his little cub.

You... part of his pride.

He likes that.'

He decided as he also falls asleep.

Octavinelle:

Azul Ashengrotto:

🐙 While taking care of you, Azul CONSTANTLY spoiled and doted on you.

🐙 While he's working for Monstro Longe, he has you nearby one way or another.

🐙 If he's in his office, he'll either have you sat down on his lap; or seated on a couch nearby.

🐙 If he's in Monstro Lounge, serving customers, he has you sat down somewhere, or lets you walk around.

🐙 And if he's making a deal scamming someone, he'll have Jade or Floyd watch you.

🐙 Not a good idea-

🐙 But other than that, he's a great caretaker!

🐙 He also makes sure that you aren't getting bullied, like he used to be.

🐙 Azul wants to raise you to be happy, but also knowledgeable.

🐙 So sometimes, he'll have you answer little work books for kids.

🐙 Nothing too much, though.

🐙 He also teaches you a couple of tricks, like how to roll a dice and get it to the number you want.

🐙 Or how to read body language.

🐙 Azul doesn't want you to pick up on the deal-making and scamming, though.

🐙 If you specifically ask him to teach you, he'll make a huge lecture and talk about it, before asking you if you want to do it or not.

🐙 Basically, he just makes sure that you know what you're getting into when you ask for something.

🐙 Azul would also show you his coin collection, and tell you ALL he knows about them.

🐙 If he's free, he'll read you a bed time story, or talk to you to sleep, or sing you to sleep.

🐙 Like Riddle, Azul's problems stem from his childhood; so he sees a part of himself in you.

🐙 And in loving and taking care of you, it's like he's saving a part of what his past self could have been.

🐙 But Azul does learn to wholeheartedly love you. Because I know for a FACT that he used to use the "baby-bait marketing" thing.

🐙 He gets better, don't worry.

🐙 So when you call him, 'dad', Azul (like Riddle) cries, and starts SOBBING like a baby.

---

"And this coin over here is something I found in in a little boat. It was abandoned and ruined by the time I found it and so it was most likely there for a long time. Anyway, everything was full of rust too. So I cleaned the coin by..." As Azul rambled on, you looked at the coin he brought up.

It was a pretty gold goin, with a swirly shell symbol on it. Azul said it was called a nautilus shell. It was also in the Octavinelle symbol too!

You liked it when Azul would explain things to you. The people back home would say that you would find out when you were older. But Azul always liked to explain things to you!

Then you see a little coin. It was pretty small; but it seemed well cleaned. It had an octopus symbol on it, with two eels on the side.

It reminded you of Azul, Jade, and Floyd.

You softly poked Azul's arm (which was holding you) to get his attention.

He hummed and looked at you, "Is there something wrong, my pearl?", he asked you.

You pointed to the coin that caught your interest and said, "It looks like Mr. Jade, Mr. Floyd, and you, dad."

Azul hums again, while nodding. "Ahh I see. Yes, my pearl it does look like Jade, Floyd and I, huh? Well, actually it-- wait a minute-", Azul stops himself.

Your statement runs through his head a couple more times and he realizes you had called him dad.

His eyes tear up and he's...

'No! No, Azul. Don't cry. Don't cry in front of [Name]. Don't turn into that silly octopus-'

Anndd, he's uh... he's already crying...

Startled at Azul's sudden sobs, you turn to him, worried.

You reach your hands up to his face and try wiping his tears.

He picks you up, and hugs you tightly. Not so tight that it hurst you; but tight enough to convey a message, that you felt.

"Thank you so much... I love you..."

Azul says this out loud as well.

"I promise that I'll be a good father to you. I'll keep you safe. Not like those other people did.", he says as he hugs you.

Azul has lived his life believing that in this world, you can't get anything for nothing.

But... with you... perhaps he can have you with him...

Azul would do anything to keep you safe and happy.

Scarabia:

Jamil Viper:

🐍 When Jamil had to take care of you, he didn't want to

🐍 He already has to deal with Kalim a child!

🐍 However, when he hears your backstory, he's a bit more... cooperative.

🐍 He's a servant of the Asim family; he knows how to take care of children and babies.

🐍 Plus, he's an older brother himself.

🐍 As the days go by, Jamil finds you to be someone he can go to for comfort, and to bond with.

🐍 It's as if you guys are actual family.

🐍 Jamil knows that he's getting attached; but he can't help it.

🐍 You depend on him, not in the way Kalim does; but in a way that is as if he's the best person in the world.

🐍 Jamil wants praise; he wants to be the best.

🐍 So being the best to you is something he loves.

🐍 His connection with you shows that he CAN be better than Kalim in something.

🐍 Jamil absolutely LOVES you now.

🐍 You trust him very much, and aren't much of a fuss.

🐍 You're also pretty polite and respectful when need be.

🐍 You also look up to him, and like to copy whatever he does.

🐍 It's pretty cute to him (and Kalim, who's watching Jamil with you acting as a mini-Jamil)

🐍 You also have this innocence to you that makes Jamil want to protect you from the horror that is this world.

🐍 So when you call Jamil, 'dad', that solidifies the fact that he is better than Kalim in something.

🐍 He's a father-figure to this kid, who might as well be his child!

---

You and Jamil were in the kitchen. You were stood up on a wide stool in front of the kitchen counter-table thing.

Jamil was teaching you how to make fruit salad (not exactly anything special; it's one of my personal favs tho-). The fruits were already sliced by Jamil himself. He taught you to put certain fruits and then some cream and mix.

He taught you some of the vitamins and minerals some of the fruits have, and what they do to make you healthy.

After you had finished mixing the fruits and the cream, you looked up at Jamil with a smile on your face.

"Dad! Dad! Look, I mixed it!!", you exclaimed.

Jamil was surprised at what you referred to him as.

"D-dad? My little genie... did you just...?", Jamil was too stunned to speak.

Jamil appreciated how much you trusted him to actually think of him as your father-figure.

Not only that, but he has finally been able to beat Kalim in something! Something actually important!!

Jamil has succeeded in becoming the best person to someone important to him! Someone he genuinely cares about.

That someone is you.

Jamil has lived his life, thinking and believing that anything he wants, Kalim gets.

But this is different. You are someone Jamil WANTS to keep safe; someone he WANTS to have for himself.

And Jamil has you; he has your trust, he has your admiration.

He does NOT want to break that. He has your love; he does NOT want to lose it.

Jamil loves you, he truly does. He does NOT want to blow this opportunity to have someone he genuinely cares about.

Jamil decides all of this as he softly smiles, and cleans the kitchen table.

He then proceeds to feed you the fruit salad with a bigger smile on his face.

Pomefiore:

Vil Schoenheit:

👑 I headcanon Vil to have a bit of a softspot for babies.

👑 Especially those cuter ones-

👑 All babies are cute ofc-

👑 He also likes kids a bit.

👑 They have this innocent sort of vibe that he wants to protect.

👑 Unless they're like Neige.

👑 If they ARE like Neige, Vil is... a bit more... cold to the child.

👑 So when he is tasked with taking care of you, he's a bit excited.

👑 Especially when he sees how beautiful you are!!

👑 He dresses you up and would take pictures of and with you.

👑 He posts some; but often keeps most in a personal album.

👑 He teaches you proper etiquette and good manners too.

👑 But he's a lot more gentler with his approach.

👑 He would often do little bondings with you, by teaching you somethings, or showing you something (like magic).

👑 So when you call him, 'dad', Vil is... emotional.

👑 He's very proud of you and himself that you have learned to trust and love him enough to warrant you calling him 'dad'.

👑 He doesn't cry, per se; but his heart is melting on the inside.

👑 In his mind, he's patting himself on the back too.

---

"Alright, my beautiful child, this is called a...", As Vil teaches you some child-safe makeup products, you carefully and attentively listen to him.

You had seen Vil putting on makeup, and had asked him about them. So, after finishing his routine, he pulls out some child-safe makeup.

Vil's schedule was surprisingly pretty open today, so he had lots of time to explain and talk to you.

He also demonstrated how to put makeup (he used a doll)

After a while, you had tried putting the makeup on your own.

You were pretty happy and satisfied with your work, so you called for Vil, who was talking to Rook.

"Dad, dad! Look! I put on makeup on my own! How does it look??" You say, walking up to Vil and Rook.

Both of them look toward you and smile.

"Oh my! L'enfant du roi (child of the king, I think? Please correct me if I'm wrong) looks absolutely fabulous indeed! Beauté!!", Rook exclaims with a happy grin on his face.

Vil kneels down to you and wipes a bit of excess lipstick from the tip of your lip, "There. Now you look flawless, my child."

"Thank you, dad!", you grin at Vil.

Vil stops and stiffens. Rook notices that Vil has a big smile on his face, and decides to leave you two on your own.

"Hmm.. I suppose that Poemfiore officially has a new princex (gender-neutral term for prince/ss?? I think??) then." Vil says as he softens his smile.

He picks you up and goes to the Pomefiore Dorm Lounge to call for a meeting regarding his now-child.

Ignihyde:

Idia Shroud:

Ahhh... I'll be honest... I really don't see Idia as a great father-figure honestly...

Also, I don't think he'd even be good enough to even be near a child-

He'd probably freak out and keep the child away from his room.

And probably not let them out of something-

He also might not feed the kid properly-

If anything, he might be just as bad as the kid's before-parents-

No offense to anyone here who really wanted to see Idia's part, but I just DON'T see him doing it...

Again, I'm so so sorry.

Diasomnia:

Malleus Draconia:

🐉 For this, I'm making you a human-

🐉 But anyway, Malleus has a bit of experience with taking care of a child.

🐉 He helped Lilia take care of Silver.

🐉 And Silver seems healthy enough!

🐉 That is... comparing it to a baby who Lilia feeds-

🐉 But anyway, he asks Lilia for advice a lot sometimes.

🐉 But he does mostly spend time with you.

🐉 He's mostly in Diasomnia anyway, so he has lots of time for you.

🐉 He tries to keep you away from Sebek-

🐉 When he IS busy, he has Lilia take care of you.

🐉 Or he keeps you nearby and has magic entertain you while he's gone.

🐉 Malleus is painfully aware of how long, or rather short, human life is.

🐉 He knows that he might be the one to see you grow up, get independent, and possibly leave.

🐉 He also knows that he might be the one to have to see you off of the living world.

🐉 He knows this, and knows that he shouldn't get attached.

🐉 But Malleus believes that as human lives are fleeting, he should savor and value their lives while they were still living.

🐉 So Malleus allows himself to get attached with the child of man.

🐉 He allows himself to get lost in even the tiniest moments spent with you.

🐉 So when you call him 'dad', Malleus is reminded once again of how fleeting your life will be compared to even a quarter of his.

🐉 Malleus gets emotional and promises himself and you to always keep you safe and loved.

---

"This is an example of a gargoyle statue, my child. While they may seem intimidating, gargoyles are actually used as a gutter for houses. Not everything is as it seems.", Malleus tells you as he points you to one of the gargoyles in Ramshackle.

He had asked Yuu/MC if he and his child can go around Ramshackle to see the gargoyles and were allowed.

Now, Malleus was walking around holding you in one arm.

"Like you?", you ask Malleus.

"Hm? What do you mean, child of man?", Malleus questions.

"You said that not everything is as it seems right? Like you! At first, I thought that you were scary and might be mean to me. But you're actually really nice! You're kind and patient with me. Not like they were... you're a great person! I love you, dad!!" You explain.

Upon hearing your words, Malleus stops.

For the first time in a while, Malleus is unsure of what to feel. Yes, he feels quite amused that his child admits to thinking that he was scary; but he also feels very touched. Touched that this child thinks of Malleus as their father.

Malleus softly smiles and produces some magic fireflies to fly around you.

Even though you have seen this magic trick time and time again, you still feel very fascinated seeing them.

"I love you even more, my firefly."

END!

A fluffy fic? Yes, my leige!! Thank you so much for reading!

Comments, suggestions, and feedback are welcome and highly appreciated!! 💙💙

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst child reader #twst child #twst platonic #child reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 7 months

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I'd like something with Alois, but I'm not sure what?! So I'm letting you choose (just make it fluffy, pls)!

aaaaaaa the world definitely needs more Alois fluff~

The night is usually quiet within the walls of the Trancy Estate. You and ALOIS sleep soundly in the master bedroom, and the servants take care not to disturb either of you unless it’s important.

It’s never a surprise that your lover is affectionate with you. He loves being able to touch, hug, kiss, just lie there and let his hands wander wherever they feel like wandering. Tonight, though, he goes a step further; as soon as you lie down next to him, his arms are around you. He nestles his face against your neck and breathes in your scent like it’s the last memory he’ll ever have.

“Well, hello, beautiful,” you hum in amusement. You run a gentle hand through his hair, stopping with your fingers curled at the base of his neck. “Are you thinking hard about something?”

He nods with his face still against you, though it feels like he’s relaxed a bit. No longer as desperate as he was when he first grabbed at you. “Yes. I’m thinking about how much I love you. And how happy I am that I found you before someone else did.”

You chuckle, and your other hand comes down to rest on his back. His muscles relax under your touch, his whole self cuddling in at the reminder that he’s safe with you. “I think even if someone else found me first, you’d have found a way to steal me. You’re good like that. And I love you, too.”

“Mmmh. You smell so good.” His breathing is even, delicate. The rest of the world is so quiet, anything too loud or harsh could break this moment into a million pieces. His fingers, balled into half-fists, stroke up and down your spine. “(Name)… this isn’t going to end, is it? It’s not some kind of dream?”

Your head tilts despite knowing he can’t see it. “What’s not? Our life?”

“Mhm. You see, sometimes… sometimes I’m afraid that’s all it is. A dream that my mind’s made up to make myself feel less lonely.”

“Hm. Well, I think I would know if I were a dream, darling. I feel very real.”

He chuckles and it’s a warm puff of air that makes you shiver a little. “Good.”

Another few minutes pass. It’s dark outside, you know, even with the curtains drawn. Alois is usually fast asleep by now, snoring thirty seconds after he drops down into your arms. You have to wonder what’s keeping him awake tonight.

Finally, he murmurs against your skin, “… Do you promise you’ll love me forever? No matter what?”

“Forever? That’s a long time,” you tease, scratching lightly at his scalp. “Do you mean until we die, or even after that?”

He lets out a small noise of thought before deciding. “No, after that. Do you promise that even when we’re dead, you’re still going to love me? When we’re just souls without bodies… will you find me and stay with me? Will you choose me even then?”

The way he speaks, you think he wants to believe the answer you’ll give will be a yes… but that he’s tensing himself up, braced for a no. You know there is something inside him, something that aches heavy in his chest, that thinks you’ll eventually get tired of him. That thinks at some point, you’ll stop seeing him as worthy of your love.

You comb his hair back, and kiss the top of his head. “I suppose so. If we’re just souls after that, it might take me a while to find you, but I’ll do it.”

“You will?” His grip suddenly tightens. “But… but what about… it’s ‘till death do us part’, isn’t it?”

You tug the covers up over the two of you. “It’s precious that you think death is going to stop me from loving you, Alois. You should really be more concerned with what happens if I die first. Because if I do, I’ll haunt you every day until you join me.”

He lets out something that sounds like a cross between a laugh and a sob, then presses himself against you even more. “… Fine, then. If I die first, I’ll haunt you, too.”

“Oh, dear, it seems I’ll never be rid of you,” you chuckle. You offer another kiss, this time to his forehead as he peeks up just a little at you.

Ah, that smile he gives is wicked. “Just as planned.”

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Alois #reader insert #romantic #fluff #domestic #UGHHHHH MY HEART HE NEEDS THIS!! <3 #one hell of a queue

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You’ve written Floyd being the first one to arrive- but - imagine if JD was the first one there.

Like JD was the first to leave and to come back, he carry’s around his littlest brother’s hug time bracelet and a photo of Baby Branch smiling is in his vest, his home is covered in photos he probably got when he went back to the Tree and saw it deserted.

Imagine a JD, who thought Branch was dead for years, learns his baby brother is alive but is slowly being suffocated by vines. A JD, who holds his brother and tells him how much he loves him and how he had mourned Branch. A JD, who holds his brother as his breaths grow weaker, as his heartbeat slows, and his eyes won’t open.

A JD, whose colors have dimmed and cradles a bloodied zinnia, dahlia, and queen anne’s lace in his hands with Branch’s plead to not be angry with his brothers for not getting there in time and to not leave each other again ringing in his ears. A JD, who hugs his younger brothers when they arrive and they realize what happened.

A JD, who refuses to lose contact with his brothers and now uses Rhonda to visit each of them, who visits Branch’s grave every month to tell him about his adventures, who can’t help but sob every time he sees an iris.

Hey, Anon, why don't you just rip out my heart too in the process? No, seriously, this is good-

I don't think I can add to this, genuinely, just... aaaaaaaa (at least not rn, but yeah, I wanna work with this eventually)

JD was the first to leave, the first to come back. The first to walk away, the first to apologize. Holding the baby brother he used to carry around in his hair, now dying in his arms. Putting all the blame on himself for walking out first, starting the chain reaction that ended up with Branch slowly withering away.

Begging of forgiveness from Branch, from their other brothers, from Branch's new family. No way he's returning to the hermit lifestyle now. He has to learn who his baby brother became. He wants and needs to be in his family's life again. They aren't letting each other go this time, and he no longer sees the need to be perfect, as their wonderful baby brother now is gone, with no hope of getting him back.

Just.... aaaaaaa, thank you for all that

#dreamworks trolls #hanahaki branch #answered asks #oooooh oldest sibling angst hits close to home #love love love this

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ayatoscupid · 10 months

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i just want you, i need you

cupid x a.yato | 1.4k words | established, romantic, post-wedding

note: written to rock with you | moodboard + playlist | proposal

a/n: aaaaaaa!!! the day's arrived!! we're finally married! crying sobbing i love him so much....... he's really my #1 i love him and writing this made me so happy!! enjoy!

“Ah—are you sure it’s safe here?”

In the quieter parts of N.arukami Island, far from the city and the estate, there’s a cliff decorated with hydrangea bushes. A large emperor oak tree’s leaves billow out over the flowers, but they do nothing to hide the moonlight, illuminating the quiet hill with blue, white and purple. Almost like a reflection of the night sky above them.

Or maybe like the shimmer in A.yato’s eyes, Cupid thinks, when the man looks at him with slight apprehension and a worried little smile.

Cupid laughs at the adorable look on his newly-wedded husband’s face and nods in reassurance, holding his hand out to take Ayato’s and further tug him up the hill. “Yeah, I’ve been here plenty of times! Come on~”

“And you never thought to take me here? Ouch, honey.”

“That’s because this place is meant to be a secret.” Cupid answers, easily brushing off the fake look of hurt Ayato tries to tease him with. He should know his acting doesn’t work on him anymore. “I know if I took you here any other time, you’d bring bodyguards and everything.”

“Hm… you have a point.” Ayato concedes, interlacing his fingers with Cupid’s as he keeps up with his pace up the hill. “So why take me here now?”

“Because I know no one would be following us tonight.” Cupid turns around to hold both of his hands, his grin rivaling the stars. “We just got married, after all. Newlyweds deserve a bit of privacy after their wedding.”

Ayato shares the same sentiment, of course, which is why Cupid’s instincts were right. It’s just the two of them tonight, accompanied by the hydrangeas and the moon. Ayato made sure to tell the Shuumatsuban to give them privacy on their honeymoon—they’re both perfectly capable of defending themselves, after all. That, and Ayato can’t help but hold dear these moments Cupid feels truly relaxed, like he can be whoever he wants to be. Ayato knows how rare these moments are, and if he had a Kamera, he’d take a picture of it to keep to himself forever—to remind himself what to keep fighting for.

“Do you come here to relax?” Ayato asks once they’re under the oak tree, and from here, he can see the sea stretch out in front of them. Maybe if he squints, he’ll be able to see the lights of Liyue Harbour.

“Ehe… kind of.” Cupid laughs sheepishly, smoothing his hands over his reception dress. “...I come here to scream.”

Ayato whips his head towards his husband. “What?”

“You should try it!” Cupid grins, a sudden burst of energy as he bounces on his toes. “You’re always so tense and everything, y’know? Whenever I feel myself getting really tense, I take an afternoon off to come here and just yell it all out. Nobody can really hear me, except for the birds and crystalflies. And if someone does,” he shrugs, “at least they’re kind enough to not say anything about it.”

It’s not like Ayato’s never heard of yelling as a stress relief technique before. Ayaka used to scream in her pillow as a kid. But he’d never thought to do that himself—just a few deep breaths is enough for him to relax in that moment.

“I don’t usually need to go to that extent to relax, I’m afraid. And besides,” he snakes an arm around Cupid and kisses his temple, smiling all fond at the way he leans into it, “Our wedding released all the stress I had built up in me.”

“Ah, so all that stress we went through planning it has completely dissolved?” Cupid giggles, looking up at Ayato with a raised eyebrow. “Let’s not forget all the rumour mills upon announcing our engagement.”

“You know those things don’t—” Cupid feels Ayato’s grip on his waist tighten, by just a fraction, and has to hold back his doting little smile when the other sighs. “...Maybe they did bother me a little.”

“A little? I heard from one of the ninjas that you threatened an official when they said weird things about me.”

“How could I not? It frustrates me to no end when people think they can decide what I should do with my life.” Ayato scoffs, heaving another sigh before gently grabbing Cupid’s waist and turning him to face him. His smile returns when he reaches up to cup his cheeks to find them rapidly warming up. Summer nights in Inazuma can get quite chilly, especially this close to the ocean, so he can’t use the heat as an excuse. He gently squishes Cupid’s cheeks, laughing softly when he makes a little noise of protest. “See, how could I not marry you?”

Cupid opens and closes his mouth for a few moments, cheeks getting warmer against Ayato’s palms the longer he tries to think of an answer. Instead, he simply huffs and takes Ayato’s hands off his cheeks, intertwining them with his own. His sunny smile is back on his lips as he takes a step back and guides Ayato’s hand to his waist, his own sliding up to his shoulder. “Okay, if you don’t feel like yelling your frustrations out, then may I have this dance?”

Ayato laughs, and back then he would’ve been less enthusiastic about dancing—he was never the biggest fan of it, and growing up he found it an unnecessary way to exchange pleasantries at parties. Especially whenever he was forced to dance with the officials’ children who clearly did not want to be there either.

But how could he not fall in love with dancing after meeting Cupid, and seeing him sway in the kitchen to a song stuck in his head in early mornings? How could he not dance along then, when he’s found peace in the way Cupid always tilts his head back to laugh before pulling him in for a lively jive?

They already danced at the wedding reception, a romantic waltz that had everyone’s eyes on them, every heart in the room melting at the sight of two people so in love, so hopelessly devoted to each other.

“Why, of course.” Ayato takes a step back, a glint in his eyes before he lets go of Cupid’s waist to twirl him, delighting in the surprised laugh he lets out. This time, their dance is lively. Free of worries, an energetic sway under the oak and within the hydrangea, the sea and stars and moon their only audience. They dance to the rhythm of their own heartbeats, quick and in sync, fluttering every time their eyes meet. The sparkle of the wedding bands on their fingers could make their way to the stars and blend right in.

“You know what?” Ayato pants as he pulls Cupid in by the waist, an uncontrollable glimmer in his eyes, so bright Cupid can see beyond the sky with them. “Maybe I do need to scream. Just once.”

“Really?” Cupid tilts his head back to laugh before taking a step back and gesturing to the waves splashing against the earth beneath them, almost as if telling him that they’re listening. “Go ahead!”

Ayato takes a deep breath, but it does nothing to slow the tempo of his heartbeat, a quickstep dance in his veins as he looks at Cupid for a few more moments. He takes in his beauty, and wonders if he saved the world in his past life to deserve a love like his. In the end, it doesn’t matter—all he knows is he’s never going to take it for granted for the rest of his life.

He turns to the sea and spreads his arms out, and his voice rings out louder than the roaring waves when he yells with abandon, at the top of his lungs, “I love my husband!”

Cupid almost laughs—he almost does, but the air leaves his lungs upon the rare sight of Ayato so carefree, so serene and comfortable. He looks beautiful like this. How could he not fall in love with him?

So he moves closer instead, arms sliding around Ayato’s neck to tug him down with a giggle. He finds his lips easily, his heart doing a quickstep when he feels Ayato smile into the kiss. His confession is softer, swayed into the oak tree and falling into the hydrangeas. He falls with it, over and over again, pulled into Ayato’s embrace like the waves of the cooling sea. “I’ll love you forever.”

#selfship #self ship #selfship wedding #f/o community #marriage tw #just in case!!#💘.writing #♡ hopelessly devoted #ok2rb

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