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onlee-fansss · 3 years ago

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Suhyeok x pregnant reader (Part 2)

Sorry for the late update I've been very busy.

This was a bit rushed sorry

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You and your group stayed in that room for 2 days. You are currently seated at the corner feeding your child while the others are making a makeshift barricade which you will use later.

You wanted to help them but they told you to just take a rest since you've just given birth a few days ago and considering that you were going to go out of this room, you will surely need to have a lot of energy.

You glance at the baby girl that your holding. You and Suhyeok decided to name her Kyungmi which means honor and beauty . Kyungmi finished eating you smiled when she yawned cutely. She was the prettiest girl that you've ever seen. You were too mesmerized by your daughter that you didn't notice Suhyeok coming over you.

"Hi. She's sleeping already?" You looked at him and smile.

"yeah. She's so pretty." Suhyeok totally agrees with you. You give him the baby

"Let's make a promise." Suhyeok raises his brows.

"what promise?" He asks softly.

"no matter what happens to both of us make sure to keep our Kyungmi safe." Suhyeok smiles at you and give you a kiss.

"I don't need to promise because I will surely keep you both safe. I'm the head of the family right?" You nodded while smiling .

Family, you like no scratch that you Love the idea of that. You and him together with your daughter, it makes you smile.

You suddenly hug Suhyeok which surprised him. Tears started to fall from your eyes, you just can't contain the joy inside you.

" I know that I'm handsome, no need to hug me that tight." He jokingly said to you which makes you laugh.

Namra suddenly walks to you, you smiled at her.

"Want to hold her?" You ask the girl in front of you.

"can I? I didn't get the chance to hold her since a lot of people wanted to hold her" You smiled and ask Suhyeok to give your daughter to Namra in which he gladly do.

You laughed a little when you saw Namra holds the baby in an awkward manner meanwhile Suhyeok was worried as hell if the baby will fall from her grasp but was soon replaced with a relief when you helped her carry Kyungmi properly.

"Namra" you called her, she looks at you.

"when everything goes back to normal I want you to be her godmother." She smiled at you.

" we made a promise since we were young idiot. You don't need to ask, I would gladly be her godmother." You suddenly remember the promise that you both made when you were still young, that the both of you will be the godmother of your child.

"by the way happy anniversary best friend, cheers to 13 years of friendship." Namra added.

"happy anniversary bestie hahaha." Your moment was cut off by Onjo telling the three of you that it was time to go.

Namra gave you your daughter. You went to the rest of the group, Joonyong stated out the plans.

"Y/n since you have a baby it will be better to just stay in the middle. Just let us do the rest of the work. Make sure to keep you and the baby safe. Please don't think that you're a burden to this group, you're totally not." You nodded and smiled. You were grateful that you were surrounded by a thoughtful people, if it was in another group they would surely kick you out thinking that you're a burden to them.

You were now formed inside the barricade. You take a deep breath, you hold your daughter tight to make sure that she would not fall.

The next thing you knew you were already fighting the zombies. You teared up when Joonyong sacrificed himself, you held yoyr baby tighter. You where now in front of the door but Onjo can't open it, suddenly the door opened revealing Onjo's father she immediately hug him. You sighed at the sight of him, you were relieved that someone came to save all of you.

Everybody finally gets out. You were in front of Onjo's father.

"Uncle have you seen my parents?" You asked him, he looked at you and notice that you were holding a child.

"Yeah I've seen them. They're safe, don't worry. By the way who's kid is that?" He asked you curiously. You were relieved to know that you're parents were safe.

"Mine." You answered him. He was about to say something but the zombies where already near your group. All of you run faster. All of you where now outside the tennis court. Onjo's father was bitten so he decided to sacrifice his self.

You were sadden at the fact that some of the people you love are dying. They keep dragging Onjo but she won't budge.

They successfully drag Onjo away from the tennis court.

(skip the fight between Cheongsan and Gwinam 'cause I'm running out of time.)

Many things happen ever since all of you departed from the school. Cheongsan was killed because of Gwinam, Wujin sacrificed himself and Namra almost bit you, she was so guilty so she decided to run away. You, Suhyeok, and Onjo where finding her but it seems that she already went back to the school.

Tears started to fall out of your eyes. Suhyeok went beside you and hug you. He guides you towards the group along with Onjo.

You all were walking in the railway, you spot the soldiers guarding the entrance. Everybody raises their hands except you because you were holding Kyungmi.

"They're survivors. One is carrying a baby." One soldier said on his radio.

All of you where guided by the guards.

You where now in the camp. You badly want to see your parents but you're still in quarantine, you were glad that Suhyeok was quarantined with you along with your daughter or else you would go insane.

Suhyeok was carrying Kyungmi, he was trying to make her sleep by humming a song.

Kyungmi looks at him and give him a giggle making him laugh.

"I told to you to sleep but why are you smiling." He said making you laugh a little.

Suhyeok looks at you.

" after our quarantine, let's find your parents so that they can meet our little dumpling." He said while bumping his nose to Kyungmi's own.

"Dumpling? You already made a nickname for her. I'm gonna call her sunshine."

Your quarantine were now over so you and Suhyeok were on your way to find your parents. It was a bit hard considering that there are many people in there. But you finally found them.

"I'm glad that you two are safe." You said to your parents while hugging them. You glanced at Suhyeok who was holding your daughter and smiled.

"I would like to tell you something. First of all, I am very sorry. I didn't know that this would happen." Your parents look at you confused.

"Suhyeok." You called him. He came near you holding Kyungmi.

"I want you to meet your granddaughter." You were nervous. Your parents were silent, suddenly smile started to appear from them. You sighed in relief.

They were very eager to carry Kyungmi. Your parents were really happy.

It was night time, it was just you and your boyfriend. Kyungmi was with your parents, they insist to spend time with their granddaughter.

You were hugging Suhyeok. He was humming a song you didn't know but it was melodious. Your eyes started to fall and soon you were already asleep.

Suhyeok looks at your sleeping figure. He smiled and gives you a kiss.

He couldn't be more happy.

End...

#all of us are dead x reader #suhyeok x reader #all of us are dead #aouad #aouad imagines #su hyeok x reader #aouad x reader

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hypmicdaydreams · 2 years ago

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glad to hear you’re feeling better! please don’t force yourself to do anything you don’t wanna and take it step by step <3 may i ask for a samatoki hc on how he’d react to and/or take care of his s/o overworking themselves and not wanting to take breaks because they’re worried about wasting time on seemingly unproductive things? kinda in a similar situation myself :’) thank you!

aw i totally feel you anon! i'm in a similar situation myself as well actually! there's just sm to do that it feels as if you have to keep working or else anything won't get done. but breaks are super important anon!! please don't burn yourself out! it's ok to take breaks and pace yourself rather than go at it all at once. there's definitely things that are more important, like your health, first and foremost!

but thank you sm for the request! i wrote too much i think, but i hope you enjoy regardless! and please don't go too harsh on yourself; breaks are just as essential 💕

overworking yourself hcs

-pairing: samatoki aohitsugi x gn!reader

-genre: fluff, comfort

'toki, as dense as he may be at times, is still quite perceptive actually; and the fatigue on your face, the smallest bit of hopelessness and panic set in your gaze, certainly doesn't slip by

he may not know exactly what's been happening, but samatoki knows as much as you may hide it, so as to not worry him. as aforementioned, he's perceptive, and 'toki knows damn well that you weren't alright as much as you tell him otherwise

and it doesn't slip by the way you're constantly coming back late, both physically and mentally, in a sense, really. you had a lot of work to do, that's what you always explained, but samatoki doesn't quite buy it

he raises his brow at the way you push off any meals, even your favorites that he's made that night. you only ever take a few warranted bites to ward off his intense glares - that were still very much terrifying regardless. your boyfriend was definitely still an intimidating one, as soft as he was with you

it doesn't quite satisfy him, but he grumbles and goes back to his own when you give him that cute small smile of his, a bit pleading at that. he never wanted to push it too far, knowing just how overbearing it may become (he's only ever slightly conscious around you)

but then it becomes much too frequent for his liking, the barricading, how you never wanted to take a break much less spend time with him at the table for dinner. it twisted his heart seeing how you just seemed worse than the day previous, the feeling all too painful yet not completely foreign

and he picks up what's happening soon, much sooner than you had anticipated. it doesn't take too long after all, especially when you could always feel the way his ruby gaze was staring at you, even from behind; that feeling never faltered

yet, even as much as he asked, as frequently as he pestered you on why the hell you seemed to always be working, your answer was always the same: you just had a lot to finish, and it couldn't be put off

but, well, samatoki's rather impatient, of course, more so when it comes to you. he wants nothing but the best for the one he held so close to his heart. and when something was bothering you, he'd rather kick its ass as soon as possible to prevent it from hurting you any further

so he directly confronts you about it - or well, more like he calls you out

"you're overworking yourself," he lectures you when you repeat the same thing once more - that you had a lot - when he asks, his thin patience and temper having worn out

it's difficult to miss the irritation and anger in his tone, the way he talked about how you were working too damn much in that sharp tongue of his, but the hurt was a bit more subtle

he was hurt, of course, that you'd even consider some dumb work above your very own real needs; and he's definitely hurt that you decided to take this all on yourself rather than letting 'toki know how you were feeling. you two were a couple, and sure, he wasn't the best at it either (he, uh, often kept secrets as well considering the nature of his job), but samatoki cares about you and wants to help you in any way, shape, or form

"if you keep overworkin' yourself then everything you've been going for will be for nothin'"

you could certainly hear the way he sighed, the desperation for you to take your wellbeing seriously, the hurt and fear that you'd damage yourself. and it does make your heart wrench in some way, a lump forming in your throat and finding it a little too suffocating right about now

and you knew everything that he was saying, had them memorized quite well. but it was difficult to follow such advice, especially when you couldn't help but feel that you were wasting time that could've been spent on your projects and such

it was much too hard to not antagonize yourself over much-needed rest. if you could just finish it soon, then it'd all be over as fast as possible, was what you kept telling yourself, trying your best to suppress the fatigue and exhaustion that were starting to weigh heavy, of which were so obvious to samatoki

and samatoki makes you take the rest of the day off, only giving you a glare if you try to protest (he certainly had his older brotherly skills sharpened). there were to be no exceptions, no ifs ands or buts; and you were certain that if you were to push him over the edge, he'd explode and go into another lecture about how your being comes above all, so you reluctantly go along

though the warm cuddles he gives you later that night and the flustered look he wore (for the tsundere that he is) more than made up for it, settling those feelings of guilt in your chest ever so slightly

from then on, samatoki made sure, positively certain, that you were taking breaks. he'd drag you out of your room if he had to, reiterating the same thing over and over about how you had to care for yourself before the stress overtook

he makes you sit with him for meals and cooking, making you taste everything to make sure it was alright; though if you simply shrug and say it's fine or say something's lacking, he complains that you have to be more specific or that you simply didn't get it. it's kinda cute, actually (but he always listens, grumbly adding in items and acting as if he wasn't trying to make sure that everything was to your taste)

he watches you eat everything off your plate, even if there's a bit of silence from how stressed you seemed. he'd nag you like a parent if you left anything behind, stressing the importance of a meal, especially when you were pushing yourself to your limits

but there's a small smile that creeps up as he watches you eat. it's clear that you've been neglecting yourself from the way your face lights up almost instantly at the home-cooked meals, the warmth that spreads from your heart to your nose so evident from your expression

you've missed this, it's clear, and damn did it make his heart skip a beat to see you so enjoying yourself. he won't admit the how good it felt or the way he looked at you so fondly; instead, he'd tell you to finish eating your meal and act all flustered and such, typical 'toki

and he's always making time to spend with you, even at your objections, if only to make sure that you weren't working even then. he may seem a little aggressive at first, but it's clear that it's because samatoki cares so much; the light pink dusted on the tips of his ears give it away when you call him out

he's dragging you out of your stuffy room to sit with him on the couch, telling you stories from the yakuza if you insist (though he does leave out some detail). but the way you show interest makes that fluttering feeling come back, but he's more than happy that you look much more comfortable and relaxed now

he has you relax, for the most part, scolding you if you try to say that you really need to get back to work, even as guilty as you felt. fuck all that after all, your health and wellbeing were more important

but you do find this time off relaxing, you'd perhaps hate to admit. it's when you're confronted with the fact that samatoki was right after all, that you've been neglecting yourself

it's when the stress wears off and the fatigue hits all at once that you notice how drained you are, when you sleep in 'till noon and scold 'toki for not waking you sooner, that you realize how overworked you were; it's when you're able to slowly enjoy a meal in what felt like ages, the best you've had, that you realize you've been really pushing yourself

and as pushy as he may be on this front, making sure you never did it too far, you're actually grateful for samatoki. he cared about you, a lot, and although it may be a fact you already knew, having it reaffirmed did a number on you - in a good way

it felt good to be loved and cared for; and it felt so good take it slow

#asks #requests #samatoki x reader #samatoki aohitsugi #fluff #comfort #headcanons #gender neutral reader #hypmic

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golden-wingseos · 4 years ago

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until we meet again

how the genshin characters say goodbye.

featuring —

✧ various!genshin characters (separate) x gn!reader

warnings ―

✧ not proofread, zhongli story spoilers

notes ―

✧ hiatus? maybe? umm,,, ill be taking a break thats 4 sure. from nemeseos-noctua and this blog and my main blog as well! srry <3 see u!!

THEY SEND YOU OFF WITH A SMILE, DETERMINED TO REUNITE WITH YOU AGAIN.

KAZUHA ✧˖*°࿐

Kazuha was used to goodbyes.

Especially with people he cared about, people like you who earned a throne in his barricaded heart.

It was no wonder that he saw you off with the brightest of smiles, the kindest of gazes and the gentlest of touches. Seasons change and blossoms wilt, but he knows that he will never truly let you go from his heart.

Yes—because he promises he will meet you again. This is not goodbye, this is see you later.

BEIDOU ✧˖*°࿐

As a woman of the sea, it is no surprise that Beidou moves with it.

And that means leaving you, the land. The anchor of her ship, the land that she dwells in to heal before exploring the seas once more.

Maybe this was fate's doing, to split the two of you up when your relationship had just begun to grow. Maybe this was some climax of a romance novel, the falling resolution including your reuniting scene that'd be a story for the generations of new.

Thank you, world. For letting me meet you. Is what Beidou would think. Thank you for this opportunity, for this chance and this affection.

She will carry it. Off into distant lands, but though the grass in Inazuma may be greener, she will never forget you.

You and your generosity in times of dark.

Thank you, she thinks one last time.

And off she goes, taking a piece of your heart with her.

All you can do is hope the sea will be generous, hope that it will return her to you.

BENNETT ✧˖*°࿐

You were living his dream.

Becoming the greatest adventurer of all time? Wow, Bennett knew you had it in you! Now he can go home and tell his dads that he was best friends with the adventurer who'd conquer the Mare Jivari!

The wind does not blow in a land of ash and dust, therefore, he will not be beside you when you dominate the world.

But please—this is a selfish wish but— please don't forget him. Don't forget the memories, the laughs, the cries and the late night talks.

Please don't forget this time spent together.

He sees you off to the border of Mondstadt, watching you step towards a place that he cannot go to.

His dads will be proud.

Goodbye. I'll see you again once you're the most popular adventurer to ever live!

Benny's Adventure Team, you were one of the greatest members there ever was.

CHONGYUN ✧˖*°࿐

Go, become great.

Chongyun has always been your number one supporter. And now that you were actually going to go out there, going to go do what you've always dreamt of, who was he to go against you?

He watches you drift farther away from the harbor like a maiden watching a sailor set off to sea. He trusts you will return to his arms once more, so now, all he can do is wait.

The exorcist wants to chase after you so bad, to grab a random raft and paddle after your ship like there's no tomorrow—but he knows he cannot.

One day, your name will be headlining the greatest Liyue news articles. And one day, he can tell all of his friends that he knew you, that he was there for you before you became so great.

Go, Chongyun says, go do what you've always dreamed of.

You obliged.

He will become great too. Then the two of you can be legendary together.

VENTI ✧˖*°࿐

This is not the first time Venti has had to say goodbye.

It certainly will not be the last, either. But now, he will send you off with the brightest smile he can muster. That's you, his light, his dove, flying. Flying like the first birds that had courage.

You fly towards the sun, yet he knows it will not burn your wings. If he dared to do such a thing, Venti knew fate would not be so forgiving.

It's funny, how you wormed your way into his heart then left him with an aching hole afterwards. Maybe one day he will see your silhouette in the sky, thinking to himself about how far you have come.

Fly, my bird.

Fly for me, for Mondstadt, and for your future.

He plays your favorite melody at dawn in hopes of lulling you awake wherever you are.

The wind. It will always be here for you.

AMBER ✧˖*°࿐

As a child of freedom, Amber has never been one to say "no" to leaving.

Unlike the others, she says goodbye with a laugh. Goodbye! So brightly that you wondered if she were upset at all.

She's not. She's not upset because now, you are truly free. Free because that is what you deserve.

She wonders if you will be happier wherever you go. Will you become the next Vennessa? The next Alice?

Go, be free. Is all the Outrider's mind can muster. Be free like the wind, be free because the sky is beautiful today.

Though, Amber often finds herself patrolling more frequently... embarrassingly in hopes of catching you again.

This time, your name is a local one.

XINGQIU ✧˖*°࿐

He's doting. Sending you off with a bag of materials and a first-aid kit, you'd be conflicted over whether Xingqiu is your mother or your friend.

"I heard Sumeru is very hot! Make sure to wear sunscreen!" He waves excitedly, watching your carriage part ways from his as his heart hurts for some reason.

Weird.

He thinks to himself: Will you miss him? Will you forget him? How strange, he's never been one to dwell on such things before.

Maybe he should go to Sumeru too. Though, thanks to his shackles as an heir, traveling the world by your side is something that can remain in his fiction novels.

He will watch from afar. Watch as you rise up in glory and become a household name for many—and then, he will think:

I never forgot you.

How could he?

He hopes to run into your arms again, one day.

CHILDE ✧˖*°࿐

"Don't die, comrade!" He yells enthusiastically, too enthusiastically.

His forced smile is obvious, masking the sullen interior he has buried within his heart. This is the first time someone other than his family has earned his affection, and now, they were leaving.

Teyvat is huge, grand, even. The will of gods were the reason for humanity's battle and the hatred within forces were the cause of casualties.

As a pawn on this great chess board of Celestia and mortality, Childe knew all too well that goodbye was goodbye. This was the last time he will see you before running off. Into this thick forest that only he can navigate, he knows that losing you is better than losing himself.

He engraves your face into his mind. Your eyes that glimmered like jewels, your smile and your voice.

The world is brighter, lighter than it was when he was by your side.

Childe has always set himself up for destruction when it comes to the people he loves, and you, you are no exception.

HU TAO ✧˖*°࿐

The funeral parlor director has always been a jubilant soul.

Sending you off with an entire marching band and fireworks, Hu Tao has always treated you with respect (and pranks). And now, now that you'd probably end up getting services from another funeral parlor in Fontaine, it was fair for her to be a bit somber.

As a woman who has seen people off numerous times (both metaphorically and literally), seeing you off was nothing out of the ordinary. Of course, she was sad, but it was expected.

You. You had meant a lot to her in the short period of time she had known you. Nobody has kept up with her pranks as much as she!

So goodbye. Goodbye for a greater future and goodbye because Hu Tao knew Liyue had nothing for you anymore.

Do write her some letters, yeah?

THEY WALK YOU TO THE FARTHEST THEY CAN REACH, LETTING YOU GO WITH A SOLEMN GAZE. THIS IS NOT THEIR FIRST GOODBYE, AND IT IS CERTAINLY NOT THEIR LAST.

XIAO ✧˖*°࿐

As an adeptus, it was no wonder the male was 'protective' in a sense. It was his job to protect the land, and subconsciously, the people in it.

So he escorts you. To the border between the Chasm and Liyue, the invisible line that he cannot step across, this is where the Yaksha says goodbye once more.

He says goodbye like it's his signature, his motto. He has said these very words so many times before, and now, it is no different.

"Speak my name. No matter what nation you dwell in, I will hear it."

Placing an adepti amulet in your hands, Xiao glares up at you with his piercing yet softened gaze. You are leaving, he knows. But finally, he does not have to worry about who you may become once you near his demons too much.

"Go, mortal. I may no longer watch over you, but this amulet will keep you safe."

Go for a brighter future, Xiao thinks.

Even if that future does not involve him.

EULA ✧˖*°࿐

She is a sinner.

You are not.

There are worlds between you two, and seeing you fade to the horizon is a prime example of such. She walks with you before realizing how truly beautiful the world is, how colorful your eyes are compared to the ground she's so used to looking at.

"So what will you do once you arrive at Fontaine?" Eula asks kindly, glancing at your form that was adjusting the numerous bags you were somehow carrying.

"I don't know. Maybe I'll start up a shop to sell stuff, then I can come back to visit you."

The Lawrence giggles quietly, yet melancholic eyes contrasted the melody leaving her lips.

You can set up a shop in Mondstadt, she wishes she could say, but that's selfish. And Eula has done nothing but be selfish as she stands by your side, tainting your reputation with her mere presence.

"Good luck. I will be waiting for you."

And by then, she will have had her vengeance. The Lawrence name will not be a curse, and you can finally stand by her without any repercussions. Just as you deserve.

"Thank you."

She will remember the sound of your voice. The glimmer of your eyes and the structure of your face. She will remember everything and anything you've ever done together because she knows those were probably the last.

Eula Lawrence is a sinner.

That is why she is letting you go.

ZHONGLI ✧˖*°࿐

Zhongli is wise, and though the idea of you returning to him one day fancies his heart, he knows it is unlikely.

Even to an immortal like him, nothing in this world laughs forever. He knows that his time with you will not last forever, watching you hold his hand one last time sets that in stone.

You are off for better, brighter things. And all Zhongli can do is be thankful that he was there for a part of your journey, a part of your life.

"Do you have enough food for the trip?" He asks, holding some of your bags before placing them into the carriage you would be riding in. He wonders, maybe if he were truly mortal, he would be able to go with you. To follow you to these lands he wishes he could explore.

"Yep!"

He smiles fondly, too fondly. It's as if he's ignoring the impending future because he doesn't want to acknowledge it, the fact that you were leaving was still sinking in and he was drowning in this sea.

This sea that would be the future. The future that he, Zhongli, has no clue about.

"Travel safely and make sure not to stay up too late."

Maybe in another life, he could be by your side through your entire life instead of only a part of it. In another galaxy or universe, it was him who would ride beside you in your carriage.

And as you wave goodbye, your hand becoming smaller and smaller, Zhongli thinks to himself:

You are even brighter than gold.

DILUC ✧˖*°࿐

"This is farewell, isn't it?" Diluc doesn't want to admit it, but he has grown quite fond of you. No more will you come strolling into Angel's Share or 'coincidentally' stumbling upon him during nightly patrols. You were going out to explore the world with Varka, and maybe, you'd settle somewhere across the nation.

"Yeah! Don't cry too much, yeah?" You laugh, yet Diluc can't even force himself to smile. He's not one to cry, not after he experienced the worst of life, but his eyes sure do feel warm right now.

"Sure."

You pat his back, smacking him a little bit too hard, but he doesn't have it in him to reprimand you.

"Here, take this," you hand him a pyro gem—and this is when Diluc wonders if you think of this as goodbye too.

Will you be back? The answer is uncertain, but based on the way you're acting right now, maybe you will be?

"Thank you," He croaks out, embarrassed at the state he has succumbed to while you can only shrug nonchalantly.

You will be back.

Diluc can't tell whether that's false hope or not.

KAEYA ✧˖*°࿐

It feels like the sky is falling.

In fact, Kaeya would rather the sky fell. He rather watch every single star fall from space and slam into the pathetic dirt of Teyvat instead of watching you board a boat that's heading to the newly-opened Inazuma.

Why? Why must it end this way? Why must everything and everyone betray or leave him in the end?

"Kaeya."

Your voice interrupts his train of thoughts, his eyes flickering back to reality as he glances at you quietly.

"Take care of Mondstadt, okay?"

A lump forms in his throat.

What a big promise, a big curse. This is a plus, he supposes. Because you will not be there to see him become the traitor.

It hurts. His heart hurts. His fur coat did nothing to keep the warmth from his body as you walked onto the steps of that ship. Will the sea carry his prayers? Will the wind speak his name into your ear while you're out meeting new people and dancing amongst cherry blossoms?

No. They won't. Kaeya was never one to believe in such things, knowing that faith in such forces would only backfire because he was an outsider.

He was an outsider, now. He was always one, but two lonely people together were not lonely.

"I will," he says, far too late. Now, you are out on that ship that was heading towards Inazuma. If he had been faster in forming words, maybe he could've boarded that boat with you.

To Kaeya, the sky fell that day. But you were long gone.

TEARS STREAM DOWN THEIR FACE, BECAUSE NOT EVEN THEY ARE SURE WHETHER THEY'LL SEE YOU AGAIN.

SUCROSE ✧˖*°࿐

"These are happy tears!" She states, yet you know that isn't the case. Sucrose wasn't the most social girl, so befriending you came as quite a hard task.

"I'm sure they are," Grinning, the horses you'd take to Liyue were already lined up. Liyue was close, closer than most nations—but even so, your home in Mondstadt was being sold and your belongings sent off in packages.

"Please visit," Wiping her eyes that were now puffy and red, the young alchemist certainly wasn't in her best condition right now—that much was obvious.

"I will."

"And bring some specimens from Liyue?"

"That too."

One day, she will be an alchemist so grand that she can travel in and out of nations as she pleases, then that way—

She will never have to cry such 'happy tears' again.

THEY SEND YOU OFF QUITE NORMALLY, SO NORMALLY THAT YOU MAY MISTAKE THEM FOR BEING HAPPY DURING YOUR ABSENCE... BUT THE WAY THEY ACT WHEN YOU'RE GONE IS ENOUGH OF AN ANSWER.

ALBEDO ✧˖*°࿐

Albedo does not know what has gotten into him.

Since when did his notes become so sloppy? Yes, his handwriting wasn't the best, but now it was just unreadable!

It's strange, cooped up in Dragonspine for weeks at a time. He's done this before, but why does it feel so empty now?

The alchemist finds himself glancing over at the chair you once sat at subconsciously, subtly hoping that you would somehow appear out of nowhere.

That's not possible, Albedo knows, but it can't hurt to dream, right? Dreaming is how the most famous eras and ideas were invented.

Unlike what many may assume of him, Albedo is a dreamer. He dreams about things that are grand because he has hopes to turn those into a reality.

But some stars were untouchable, and some dreams would forever stay as such.

You are a star.

RAZOR ✧˖*°࿐

The wolves take notice of the young boy's strange behaviors.

Lately, Razor has been nearing Liyue. Leaving Wolvendom at dawn and returning at sunset was not ideal for the pack, yet they couldn't say anything when faced with the male's vermilion eyes.

"You're gone," They know that, but Razor won't admit it. He won't see it because he doesn't want to. Following your scent all the way to Liyue, it was like he wasn't there to say goodbye to you.

Goodbye was not enough. No words in the flimsy Mondstadt dictionary were enough to describe how he felt about you.

And your memory—it was fading in his mind. He has no idea how to bite the memory and grab it back to his brain, forcing it there forever. Maybe Lisa knows...?

Like the wolves, the Librarian doesn't have it in her to tell Razor that you were in fact: gone.

Gone like the wind he smells every morning while walking to the border between Liyue, hoping to spot your... eyes? What color were they?

He forgot.

—But at the same time, he didn't.

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scorpiobitch95 · 3 years ago

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Summary: You try convince Walter to love your favorite snack throughout your years together. The best dates are shared over cereal, after all.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: sugary sweet fluff, implied smut — nothing graphic, snarkiness, grumpy Walter to fluffy Walter, cursing, cuteness overload.

Author's Note: I let myself get carried away with this one. I needed grumpy but sweet Walter in my life. I hope you enjoy!

Edited by myself, sorry not sorry for the errors.

Taglist: @justaboringadult @greensleeves888 @cavillsharman @beck07990 @summersong69 @myloveforhenrycavill @kebabgirl67

Taglist for this fic: @lumiousmoon

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, or claiming any ideas or parts as your own.

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It started when you and Walter were early dating.

💋

“Mmmm, pause. I need a snack.” Uncurling yourself from Walter’s warm body on the couch, you made your way to the kitchen to find something to cure your hunger. You called behind you, “Want anything, Marsh?”

“Whatever you’re having... I’ll have the same.”

“Cereal it is!” You pulled the ceramic bowls from the cabinet and opened the fridge to grab the milk. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Walter’s face scrunch in confusion. “What?”

“Cereal? Absolutely not,” Walter scoffed. “Would you grab me those spicy crisps?”

“Spicy chips, coming right up.” Vernacular was the subject of an ongoing heated debate with the Brit: the great ‘Names for Snacks Debate’ was especially hostile.

Once settled back under the blanket and snuggled into his side once more, you unpaused the movie. The energy in the room shifted, you could sense that you were being watched, but you refused to look up to look at Walter’s face. The judgment coming from the bear of a man who crunched his chips beside you was glaring.

"Stop it," you told him as you kept your eyes on the movie.

Walter didn’t say a word. His eyes traveled back to the TV but kept finding their way back to you.

“Walt, what is it? Is there something on my face?” You giggled at him lightly, unsure of what was bothering him.

“You really chose that for a snack?” His face was bewildered as if you were eating a bowl of Jeep parts.

“What? Don’t tell me you don’t eat cereal as a snack.” He shook his head curtly, wearing a look of disgust. Your eyebrows crinkled together as you followed by asking, “Not even as a quick dinner?”

“Cereal is meant for one time and one place, and that’s sometimes in the mornings for breakfast. That's why they call it breakfast cereal, love. Not dinner cereal, not snack cereal... Do you also eat cereal for lunch?” He was poking fun at you now.

“No, I’m not a heathen, Walter. Here, try a bite, just trust me. It’s amazing as a movie snack.”

His eyes were wide as a grimace was sent in your direction, “You’re crazy — no one does that.”

“Plenty of people do that,” you stated matter-of-factly.

“I’m really not the biggest fan…” Walter sighed and settled further into the couch, preparing for your exasperation that he knew was soon to follow.

“WHAT. Not the biggest fan of cereal? I’m sorry, you were sheltered as a child, weren’t you? There's cereal out there for everyone, Walt. Come on, try it.” You scooped a spoonful of your sugary Cinnamon Toast Crunch and held it to him. He reluctantly obliged your wishes, eating the bite but keeping a look of pain on his face for the entire time he chewed.

"See? Delicious. Ice-cold, crunchy, sweet, perfect." A sugary grin accompanied your playful tone, and Walter shook his head again, exaggerating his distaste for having to chew such an atrocity.

"Mhm. Definitely delicious." Your goofy bear was simmering under the surface of his scouring demeanor, though he stuck his tongue out in mock disgust.

"You're not the biggest fan," you muttered under your breath and rolled your eyes for dramatic effect. "I'll show you."

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Standing in the grocery store, you and Walter were having a battle of wits, arguing on the subject of your sweet tooth.

“I’m just trying to show concern for your dental health since you obviously won’t; all that sugar isn’t good for you.” Walter stood stern with his arms crossed, unmoving and solid like a brick wall.

“I appreciate your worry, Dad, but I’m going to keep eating it because I love it. One day, I bet I’ll convince you and you’ll be eating it with me. Plus, my dental health is immaculate, my dentist said so.”

The expression on Walter's face was unwavering as his eyebrows raised in a non-verbal challenge to your declaration.

“I don’t know how you can stand to eat that crap,” he muttered, thinking you couldn’t hear him.

“Oh no, don’t you dare, you grump! I don’t get on you about your snacks, back off mine. ” Despite his unnecessary grouchiness, you placed a hand on his crossed arms and raised up on your toes to give him a soft kiss on his bearded face. “Balance, babe. It’s all about balance.” You dug your way through his arms to find his hands and you drug him a little further down the cereal aisle.

“Come on, grumbly, pick out a cereal you think you might enjoy, for experiment’s sake.”

💋

“Fuck, babe. I’m going to be late, we just got called out on another accident. I am so sorry… I’m not sure when I’ll be home.” Walter had been working a ton lately, and his irritation with just how much he’d been working was starting to show. The two of you had been together for a few months now and had started to grow accustomed to having the other around consistently. You both became out of sorts when you hadn’t seen each other in a while.

“Don’t even worry about it, Walter. Just be careful, please... You should still come over when you’re finished tonight, but no pressure if you’re exhausted.”

“Of course, still need to kiss you goodnight. I can’t sleep if I haven’t.”

Walter Marshall might be a grump, but that grump could make your heart flutter in ways that you’d never felt before. Maybe it was that his sweetness and his charms were completely reserved for you and you alone. His teddy bear nature only appeared when he was near you. After putting back the ingredients for dinner to save for another night, you went to change into your sweats.

Walter appeared at your front door at 12:30 that night, nearly asleep but still standing strong. You’d dozed off on the couch after his call, but were immediately energized again when you saw his beautiful form standing in your doorway.

“Hello, I’m here to have a very late night date with an incredibly beautiful woman,” Walter said, the gravel in his voice making you shiver. Despite his exhaustion, Walter managed to smile at you with one of the biggest smiles you’d ever seen him manage.

You smirked, waving him inside. “Get in here, Bear.”

Walter reached his arms out to you, inviting you into his embrace. Your arms wrapped around his thick torso and you ran your hands up and down his sweater-clad back; he melted into you and burrowed his face into your neck. Walter released an exhaustive exhale. It was heavy and forceful, as though he’d been holding it back behind a stone barricade for the entirety of his day. Warmth flooded your body as his words vibrated from his chest, “Mmm... I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. Let’s get you fed. Preferences?”

Still snuggled in your neck, he gave his reply, “Nothing heavy, please. I don’t want to fall asleep at the table. That wouldn’t make for a good date.”

“Oh Walter, we can postpone date night, you need to eat something and get to bed. It’s nearly one,” you observed gently as you leaned your head back to get a better look at his face.

“No. I came here to have a date night. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day. I need you.” Walter’s warm lips caressed your forehead, placing soft kisses on you. “You think you’re still up for it?”

Nodding at him sweetly, you untangled from his embrace and went to tumble through the fridge, offering out suggestions for food, but he insisted, yet again, that you don’t go to any trouble.

“Okay… you’re going to hate it, but my last option is cereal. Other than that, it’s gonna be random leftovers.” You continued moving containers around in the fridge, taking stock of what you had left from the week before.

“Actually, I think I can handle some cereal.” You whipped your head around incredulously to look and heckle him, but he gruffly interrupted, pointing a finger at you from where he sat at your kitchen table. "Don't. Don't start. It's been a brutal day, and something cold doesn't sound half bad."

You smirked in silence as you turned back and poured your bowls, dancing your hips lightly side to side. Grabbing the candles you had left out for your dinner date, you lit them and placed them gently on the table between the two of you. It was date night, after all.

“Late night cereal date, it is.” Reaching down to caress his chin, you kissed one bearded cheek before sitting beside him. Walter’s lips held a slight curl, softly smiling at your glee.

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“Love, snack break?”

The two of you were engaged in an intense game of Scrabble, one of your favorite date-night-in traditions. Nodding your head in Walter’s direction, you continued to study your letters and the board with pure focus until you heard the twinkling sound of cereal hitting ceramic.

Not wanting to draw too much attention, you peeked up from your letter rack to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you. Walter was not just making a bowl for you, but he was also making one for himself.

No way.

Walter made his way back to the table with the cereal, and you looked up at him in shock as though you hadn’t already noticed what he’d done.

“What is this? What is this I see? Walter Marshall choosing breakfast cereal as a snack? Why, I just cannot believe it.” Mock-surprise overtook your form as you motioned fake mind-blowing explosions from your head. Walter rolled his eyes.

“I figured If I can learn to like you, I can learn to like cereal.”

“HEY.”

Walter shrugged, retaking his seat at the table.

You squinted your eyes at him as you declared, “You’re going down for that. And I don’t just mean by losing this game.” A wicked grin crossed your face when you played your double score word:

“CHEERIO”

💋

Walter worked a lot of graveyard shifts while you were dating and during your early years of marriage while you worked a normal 8-5. Sometimes the only moments that you could see each other were when he came home from his shift early in the mornings before you started your day or in the evenings when you got home before he left to start his.

One early morning during your engagement, Walt showed up unannounced after a hard few nights at the PD. He was worn down but happy to see you, smiling through his exhaustion. This was the longest you’d been apart in a while; you hadn't seen each other in 4 days. You kissed him, lips attacking his while his arms snaked around you and pulled you tightly to his body. He hadn’t even come into the house yet.

Pulling him inside, your hands reached up to hold his scruffy face as you placed a more gentle kiss on his lips. “Babe, have you had dinner? Let’s get you something to eat… what would you like?”

He unfastened his holster, dropping it on the table by the door. Sinking into a chair, Walter bent over to untie his boots as he answered, “Honestly, anything is fine, just some kind of food.”

“I can cook you something! Why don’t you let me —“

“Sweet, don’t go to any trouble. I just want to see you before you go to work.”

He looked at the table where you had just sat down to a bowl of cereal for a quick breakfast before he arrived and pointed lazily to it. “That, I’ll take some,” he said, sleep trying to overtake his form.

Slowly grinning at his statement, you mentioned, "Isn't this technically your dinner time?" Walter wasn’t amused as he tilted his head to look at you as you gasped playfully, “You do realize you're about to eat cereal for dinner, right, Marsh?" Too sleepy to give his verbal rebuttal, he glared at you, the corners of his lips turning up slightly, which was your signal to accept your victory and move on.

Smiling softly back at him, you made your way to pour him a big bowl and made him a cup of piping hot tea to accompany it. Watching his face as he ate, you observed the little creases and purple-gray rings that had formed around his deep ocean-blue eyes. His beard was unkempt and had grown past its normal length just in the few days you’d been apart; you could see this was a new level of exhaustion.

“Tough night?” You asked him, moving your chair closer to him.

He nodded. “Very.” The nights were becoming more strenuous recently. Ever since he had switched to the detective unit, work had been holding him hostage and was taking a toll more than he’d like to admit.

His hand reached over to squeeze the free one lying on your lap. “I’m happy to see you, love.” The hard lines on his face softened as he traced lazy circles on the back of your hand with his calloused thumb. You could see in his eyes that he meant it, that you were his safe space. Walter always was in protection mode, always on alert, even though you tried to keep him at ease when he was with you. He was only really ever at ease once he was home and you were safe in his arms.

The food began to rouse him from sleepiness, and as he gained alertness, Walter’s brow furrowed as he took notice of the cereal box sitting on the dining table. “This is the one we’re eating? I expected you to be eating more of one of those tooth-rotting cereals that you love so much.” He looked over at the box of Honey Bunches of Oats with curiosity and then back at you, lifting what you called his ‘detective eyebrow.’

“This is… surprisingly somewhat better for you? Or at least it acts like it is.”

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad. I only let you believe that I am. It is my breakfast time after all,” you winked at him knowingly.

“Good to know my words are finally starting to sink in. I mean, it’s not that much better for you,” he was reading the box now, “but at least it isn’t borderline fluorescent, like those artificial fruity ones you’re always eating.”

“You know, it’s almost like I expect the hate and just enact my deflection shield every time you walk in the door.” You started giggling, unable to keep a straight face as you threw your arms in front of your face as a shield to his words. “Don’t worry, Walt, my guilty pleasure cereal collection is well-stocked. And quit hating on my Fruity Pebbles.”

💋

Slowly over time, these seemingly random cereal dates became a large foundation for quality time. These dates became like snapshots, each one memorable in its own way.

When you two hadn’t seen each other in days, you caught up over a cold bowl of sugary sweetness. You, telling all the details of your days; him, quietly listening and trying his best to leave his nights behind.

From then on, all it took was knowing you could have a cereal date mixed in the chaos of everyday life. Anytime things got hard or heavy, it was time to have a cereal date. Anytime you had a fight: you both would pause and make a bowl of cereal, sitting across the table from each other so that you could speak your feelings. There weren’t many of the world’s problems, or your own, that couldn’t be solved over sugary cereal and cold milk.

💋

You’d dragged Walter to your shared bed as soon as he’d arrived home, having not seen him for more than a few minutes at a time for the past month. This current case of his was intense and ongoing, but he was finally finished. You knew he was defeated in energy, but you were ovulating and your hormones were raging. Your body craved his touch and the feel of his skin gliding upon your own.

The plan was to go to dinner for a romantic evening since it had been a long while since that had been possible, but as soon as he walked through the door, your feral sexuality washed over you and you jumped into his arms. You clung to him with your face in his neck, taking in his scent and the warmth of his strong arms holding you up. He clung to you just as tightly. There was no complaint from the bear, for he was more than happy to spend the evening spoiling his lover.

Cuddling in the afterglow of your countless orgasms, a storm raged outside as tree limbs slapped at your windows incessantly.

“Wow, it sounds awful out there. I know we were going out, but I think that point is moot now.” You glanced up at Walter, kissing his jaw. “Let��s just cook something easy instead.”

“That sounds great, and we can stay naked.” Walt’s eyebrows danced flirtatiously as he grinned down at you, his hands caressing your warm skin. “I’ll go hunt around so I can keep my woman energized for the night ahead. We are nowhere near done.”

He’d only been gone a minute when a crack of thunder shook the house and the lights went dark. You heard his mumbling coming from the kitchen; he had called in to get a status update from the energy company.

Walking back into the bedroom, Walter, in his naked glory, walked over to where you laid, illuminated only by the candle he held in his hand. Wow, your husband was delicious.

"Power’s out for the whole city. It’ll take hours since this storm doesn’t have an end in sight. Looks like a hot dinner is off the table… and no one will deliver in this weather. I guess we know what’s for dinner." Setting the candle on the nightstand, he crawled back into bed.

Feeling seductive, despite being completely spent from your ravenous love-making mere minutes beforehand, you still hadn’t had your fill of your husband. You bit your lip as you ran your eyes up and down his exquisite body and cheekily replied, “Me, I hope.”

He chuckled lowly, the fangs in his pearly-white smile glinting at you in the candlelight. “You? Yes. I plan to feast on you all night long, kitten. But you’re going to need some sustenance first.” He was hovering over you. You couldn’t help yourself as you reached to run your fingers along his hairy chest and wrapped a leg around his hip, pulling him closer to you.

"Make it a cereal date?" You grinned at him.

“You read my mind.”

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“Our child is going to come out looking like the Lucky Charms Leprechaun if you don’t change it up some, love.”

Your cravings were intense. You’d heard several different views from your girlfriends and sisters: some craved random things they never even liked before, and some craved more of the things that they already loved and ate religiously before pregnancy. You fell into the latter. Cereal was your most sought-after snack: a big surprise to no one.

There weren’t many cliche late-night ice cream runs, but there were plenty of cereal and milk runs. Walter was a dutiful dad already, not lecturing you too often on what you wanted; he knew you were doing what you had to for the baby, and you ate healthily enough… aside from the copious amounts of junk cereal.

True to numerous other times in your life, date nights were hard to come by, even still. Sometimes the only dates you and Walter would get were in the wee hours of the morning when you’d wake up with a craving.

Walter was extremely doting, and even though he’d always been a caretaker, he really came into his own when you both learned you were to become parents. He’d crawl from the bed without a word, rummaging in the kitchen to bring you a bowl of your favorite and even bringing a small one for himself. You two would snuggle in the bed and talk. Talk about your baby, about future babies, about the future, about your dreams, all of it. You never knew when you met the grumpy bear that he would become this sweet of a man, always tender with you even when he was rough. Maybe it was the cereal sugar that had sweetened him up, at least you’d like to think so.

💋

Your daughter had been in the world for a little over three weeks, and neither you nor Walter had gotten much sleep since her arrival.

Walter finally got her down to sleep while you watched from the nursery doorway. You hadn’t had a meal together or slept at the same time for more than 10 minutes in weeks.

He was standing over her crib, resting his arms on the side as he watched her sleep. He was infatuated with this tiny human who had completely taken hold of his heart.

“Honey, join me for a date?” Your smile was tired, and as your bear’s exhausted eyes met yours, you wondered if you two shouldn’t just go to bed, but you missed him. You’d barely gotten the chance to praise him for how good of a daddy he was to your little girl.

“Mhm, gladly. Our usual?” He quietly followed you to the living room, where the coffee table had already been set up with the works. Craving the feel of his touch on your skin, you both sat on the couch and you laid your legs across his lap while you enjoyed the serenity of each other’s company.

💋

A chill glided across your skin as you awoke from a dream. You rolled over, reaching your arms out to find your sturdy man, searching for his warmth. Instead, you found cold bedsheets.

Unlike Walter to not be in bed with a furry arm draped over you, you pulled on your robe and went to find him, a slight worry filling your mind.

Surely he would have woken me if he’d had to go in?

As you stepped into the hallway, you heard hushed giggles and whispers coming from the kitchen. You stopped to poke your head into your kids’ rooms. Their beds were empty.

At least it’s Saturday.

Quietly pitter-pattering to your kitchen, you peered your head around the corner to find one of the sweetest sights your eyes had ever seen: your two babes, 8 and 5, were playing a princess board game at the table with your Bear. Cereal by their side, giggles ensued as the sugar hit their systems and they tried their best to keep quiet.

Walter’s deep whisper quietly filled the space. “Shh, girls. We can’t wake Mum, she needs her rest.”

“Can I have more Cap’n Crunch, Daddy?” Your youngest had an insatiable sweet tooth, just like her mama. She was quietly bouncing in her chair and smiling a toothy grin at her daddy.

“You’re just like your mum,” Walter beamed at her, obliging her wishes. “Just a little more, love, then we need to brush our teeth and get back to sleep.”

Not wanting the girls to know that you knew about their secret, you decided to make your way back to bed, but not before catching your husband’s eye as he winked at you and a grin radiated from his face.

Warm tingles filled your body as you silently thanked the universe for Walter and the life that the two of you had built together. Walter was the best dad and husband in the world. How had you gotten so lucky?

💋

“Cinnamon Toast Crunch or Golden Grahams, love?” Walter called to you from the kitchen.

The movie was selected, the kids were away for the evening sleeping at friend’s houses, and you and Walter were having a much-deserved night in.

You called back to him, “I’m thinking I’m going to skip the cereal? I’m not really feeling it tonight. I will, however, eat the spicy chips. Oh, and grab that dip out of the fridge, will ya?”

“For the last time, they are crisps.” Annoyance was evident by his tone.

“They’re chips, Walter. You’ve lived in the states for how long now? Just give it up already.”

“No fucking way. Wait… You don’t want cereal? Are you feeling alright?” Walter’s head popped into the doorway that connected the kitchen to the living room, his face stern with confusion and concern.

“Ehh, not right now. Yes, I’m fine, Marsh,” you giggled. “Just feeling like something different for once.”

“Well, that’s shocking. I’m just wondering if you’re really my wife.” Giggles continued to flow out of you as he wandered back to where you were seated. He handed you your snack, and plopped on the couch next to you, cuddling into you as you tossed a blanket over both of your bodies. Walter started the movie and began to chow down on the bowl of cereal he’d made for himself. You couldn’t control the smirk that spread across your lips as you watched him out of the corner of your eye.

“What?” he asked, his mouth full of the golden and cinnamon squares. His eyes met yours, questioning you.

“I would just like to point out that I knew I could convince you.”

His brow furrowed in confusion, not sure what you meant. “Convince me of what?”

“That cereal is the best movie snack.”

“I don’t know if I’d say it’s the best…”

“Walt, I’m sitting here with your previous favorite movie snack in my hands, and you totally skipped over it and went for cereal. I’m just saying, I told you so. It’s okay, I’ve known I was right all along, you don’t have to admit it.”

“Hmm.” He growled, mouth full again as he ignored your statement.

“Give me a bite!” You pressed closer to him, reaching for his spoon as he angled his body and cereal away from you.

“Oh no, nice try. You tease, you don’t get any.”

“Fine, grumpy, I’ll go make my own. Keep watching, I’ll be back.”

Shuffling to the kitchen, you proceeded to grab a bowl and make your own, but you found both cereal boxes empty on the counter. Quickly turning to check your special cereal cabinet for a backup box, you discovered you were completely out.

“WALTER! Are you fucking kidding me? We just bought those!” Standing with your arms crossed in the doorway, you glared at Walt as he stared back at you unfazed.

“I hate to break up your gloating, but you created this monster, love. And don’t forget about our two other little monsters who take after you.” His grin was cocky; he knew he’d bested you. Laser beams could have been shooting from your eyes for all you knew. You shook your head in disbelief at the audacity of your husband.

That bastard. That beautiful bastard.

Walter smiled softly at you and motioned for you to rejoin him on the couch. Much to your dismay, your anger at him diffused immediately. “Love, I’ll go buy more first thing in the morning. Here, come and share mine. I’ll be nice… it is date night, after all.”

* I do not own Walter Marshall, Nomis, Night Hunter, or anything related to it.

#Walter marshall #Walter marshall x you #nomis #night hunter #Henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #cereal dates #scorpiobitch95 #jill writes #fluff #Walter fluff

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impaladolan · 4 years ago

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Capture - Grayson Dolan [10/-]

summary: memories.

warnings: fluff, angst, & a little bit of swearing

a/n: i really liked writing this part, no matter how long it took me.. haha..

tag(s): @dearestbailey !

note: for purposes of respect, his father’s name is Brutus Dolan.

"Please be careful, your friends are pretty reckless. Especially at night, Grayson." Y/N warned with a worried glint in her eyes, a sore, unwanted feeling settling in the lowest part of her stomach.

Wrapping his muscled arms around her, he reassured her with a soft hum that vibrated against her neck. "I'll make sure they're careful, sweetheart." He tightened the embrace, like he was holding on for the very last time— in which he would..

And she returned it just as taut, as though she could foresee the unforgivable future..

"Y/N?" His mellowed voice shook the air around him as he questioned her name, withholding the tears that would soon fall the moment he left her arms.

"Yes, Grayson?" She held onto his name, letting her tongue slide over it for the millionth time. It'd never get old, the way his name made her heart flutter and her head spin.

"You know that I love you.." He took a large breath in, exhaling slowly through his nose, "And I want you in my future, for the rest of my life, however long forever lasts." His cheeks warmed as his eyes filled to the brim with the pain and acknowledgement of the near future.

"Just stay with me tonight, I'm sure your friends won't mind." Y/N could feel the doubt and sadness that washed over his tanned skin, and it made her heart sink. She wasn't sure what it all was, but this goodbye felt different.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." He withdrew his firm grasp of her, settling his eyes on her own saddened ones. She suspected something, he could tell, but she would have no idea of what is to come in the later hours of this very night.

He slipped his calloused hands around her cheeks, faintly drawing patterns with his thumb as he took in her face for what could be the final glimpse. And before he could control himself, he rested his lips against hers in a rhythmic beat, holding onto the lasting feeling of her lips on his.

So surreal.

"I love you too." Her words boomed in his ears and made his heart pump ten times faster, after breaking away from each other's warmth.

Grayson let her words sink in through his ears and blend into his blood, caging her voice in his head for the rest of eternity.

He took a couple steps back, sparing one more glance before brushing his fingertips against the door handle, leaving with a quick huff and slam of the door.

If he wouldn't of left then, he would've never been able to leave ever.

Tears began to trickle down his face, staining his cheeks red as the wind whipped against his face and his choked-up sobs closed his throat.

Y/N didn't shed a tear, she had an eerie feeling, but she couldn't bare the thought of a life without him— so she didn't think of it at all.

"That's impossible.." Your voice gloomed as your brows furrowed into a dark mix of confusion and surprise, bringing that inordinate sense of tears filling your eyes.

You wouldn't cry, not in front of him.

You aimlessly searched the room with your wandering pupils, anything to stray away from meeting his mournful gaze. "He died ten years ago, in a crash.." Those very words made your stomach churn and uproar with anger and hurt. An unexpected sob rushed its way through your mouth and broke the barricade of tears that filled your eyes, short hiccups following in suit.

"There's a lot of explaining to do, I know, but please trust me—"

"You expect me to trust you?" Anger now rushed through your burning veins, your stained cheeks becoming a fiery red. The overflowing amount of tears that seeped from your eyes had rolled all the way down your chin and neck, the fabric of your shirt absorbing the warm liquid.

"No Y/N, I don't." He began with his jaw clenched, frustration beaming from his countenance, "But please let me explain myself, I beg you." His hand slid its way around yours, but you declined his warmth and drew your hand away.

You didn't respond right away, although the desperation had clouded your head and you took a seat. "What's his favorite color?"

"Green."

"Brothers name."

"Ethan."

"Sister's na—"

"Cam."

"Favorite food."

"Pancakes." He smiled.

"Birthday."

"December 16, 1999."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-four."

"Fuck you." You oh-so-softly smiled, your stomach fluttering. You were convinced, surprisingly easy, but you couldn't help the familiarity of his face and body, though there were a lot of differences as well...

The two of you stood in silence for what could possibly be forever. You wiped the drying tears from your cheeks, sniffling the remnants of your emotional state away.

"Would you like to talk in the garden?" He questions, breaking the pause and raising his arm just enough for your own to hook around it, a pleading smile curving his lips.

Oh, how you wanted to giggle and wear a cheesy grin like you would've done all those years ago, but everything has changed. You've grown up, matured from teenager to adult, dealt with the side effects of losing a loved one at such a young age.

It wasn't easy after he left.

"I guess.." You answered, crossing your arms over your chest. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of your skin on his, something he's taken for granted.

Saddened, he lets his arm fall back to his side. "I forgot how stubborn you were." He chuckled, motioning you to follow as he began a walk in an uncertain direction.

"You've forgotten a lot of things.." You murmured, sighing as you begrudgingly trail after him.

It wasn't too long of a trail to get to what you assumed to be the backyard of such an estate, which of course had an utterly beautiful and blooming garden. The both of you were stood on the cement patio, halfway dry and wet from all the rain, you had noticed.

"Here." He handed you a pair of bright red rain boots, eerily the correct size. He had his own, purple rubber covering almost up to his knees as a plasticy yellow coat hung on his shoulders. It was a humorous sight, such an intimidating man looking like an eight year-old excited to play in the mud.

Child at heart, huh.

He helped you into a smaller coat like his, making it difficult to hold back an awful grin. You didn't share any words as the two of you began the path that led to the garden of sorts. There seemed to be two sides; one for vegetables and one for all the colorful flowers.

"It wasn't my choice, y'know.." He spoke aloud, walking side-by-side with you down an aisle of vibrant purple and blue tulips. You hummed in question, traveling your fingers softly over the delicate petals of a certain petunia, a rosy pink one that faded into white.

"To leave you that night, unknowingly saying goodbye for the last time. I didn't want to do it."

"Then why did you." It was more of a demand from your lips than a question.

"My father needed me." He seethed, an anger arising in his tone at the remembrance.

"I needed you." You stated under your breath, sucking in a large breath. "Who were all those men in that room the other day?" You questioned, changing the subject to ease his frustration.

"My men, and I'm sorry abo—"

"No you're not, you enjoyed that." You knew he would try to apologize for embarrassing you in front of a crowd, but does he really think you're that innocent to believe him? Not anymore, now.

He kept silent, although a small smirk crept on his lips. "Explain who your "Men" are." You had had enough of all the questions in your head, and now seems like the perfect time to discuss them, finally get some answers for once.

"They work for me and my business. It was my father's before mine and Ethan's." His low voice echoed outside, bouncing against all the trees and wildlife.

"How's Ethan?" You pondered, slightly wondering if she's seen him at all.

"He's doing fine, a ladies man from what the boys say." He chuckles, sticking his hands in his pockets. "We haven't been talking much lately, just business inquiries and such. He misses you, a lot."

"I miss him too, and Cam." You reminisce on all those old memories, smiling to yourself. "How's your mother? The last time I talked to her was graduation." You furrow your brows, sorrowful that you hadn't kept in touch with such a kind women.

"She's as good as ever, still compares everyone to you." He smiles too, showing those pearly whites that you were so used to.

"Grayson?" The mention of his name on your tongue gave him shuttering goosebumps, something he didn't think he'd ever hear again.

"Yes, Y/N." The two of you completely stopped to face each other, his brows crossed and your eyes full of question.

"Tell me what happened.. that night, when you left me.."

Grayson slammed his fists against the steering wheel, on the brink of screaming and cursing the world for its cruelness as tears fell rapidly. Eternal hatred filled his lungs, and the air around him poisoned all the happiness he had ever had a grasp of.

And it was his fault.

Brutus, his father, whose heart was made of stone and his mind of brick, took away the only thing that kept him sane in such a sickening world.

Y/N.

“You have no say in this, son. You knew this day would arrive, and now it has.” Brutus’s cold stare burned into Grayson’s eyes, unaffected by his own child’s mourning.

Grayson didn’t fight back, he hardly moved from his seat that was set in front of his father’s large, stained desk. His entire body hurt; first beginning from his heart, down his legs, up his neck, and finally pooling within his eyes.

“You have one final goodbye with her. Follow my instructions, Grayson, and you’ll thank yourself later on.” Brutus stood, barely acknowledging the sorrowful man hung low in his chair.

“I’ll never forgive myself.” He hoarsely whispered to himself, straining the sobs away— lost within himself.

His heart shattered as he followed through with his father’s word; a faked death alongside his brother.

to be continued...

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mother-snake · 4 years ago

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Me: *looks at completed homework* *looks at Jessie* *looks at homework* Now that I have my freedom your heart is in danger once again. Be warned brave friend.

Also me: JANUS!! GET YOUR BLOND HEAD OUT HERE!!! I NEED YOU AGAIN!

faintly in the distance: noooooooo

~~~~~~~~

All the sides were wearing black.

They just got home from a very sad event that day, no one wanted to say the title out loud because they couldn't accept that he was gone. Rain hit the mindscape windows, similarly, tears were streaming down all of their faces.

After the event, all the sides went to their rooms. All except a certain dark blue side.

Logan was on the couch. Black suit being crumpled by the lax sitting position. In his shaking hands was held a letter. Everyone had at least one letter. Logan had the most with five letters. Each one had a number.

Logan grabbed the letter labeled #1

It was of medium size. White envelope contrasting with the red wax used to seal it. The only thing that marked that it was for him was the blue ink used to mark his name.

Trying not to tear the paper. Logan opened the letter and started to read.

Dear Logan,

I guess if you're reading this I'm gone. To that fact, I'm truly sorry. I wish I could be there. But this is for the best.

I suppose you know what happened to the dark side by now. If you don't well.... Its gone. Wrath, Apathy and Depression were just getting too powerful, it didn't matter how much I hid them away they still got to Thomas... and I can't have them destroying Thomas's life. I need to do my job, even if it kills me. I really did enjoy your company! I hope you know that.

Often times the only thing that could get me out of the bed in the morning was being able to see your face. Or being able to debate with you. Or seeing you talk about space for hours! God Logan, I could go on for hours about how you made my horrid life better. You were my best friend.

These letters are going to be written over a period of time. I don't think I have it in me to say goodbye to the 5 people who made my life tolerable all at once. I'm going to be writing one letter a day. Till tomorrow Logan?

~Deceit Sanders

Logan let out a steady breath. He refused to cry over the first letter. He debated over reading all of the letters at once but.... Janus said tomorrow... He'll read letter #2 the following day.

The next morning was just as somber. Logan sat on his bed and gripped the second letter.

This one was the same size, but the envelope was a light baby blue. The seal black. Logan opened it with just as much care as before.

Hello Logan

Another day, another migraine? I get it... Not the time for jokes. I just finished writing Roman's second letter. I always felt so bad for everything involving Roman.

I manipulated him, I told him lies, I compared him to his brother. Kinda makes me deserve this I have a feeling he might try something. Snake instincts. Watch him for me, please? You five need to be a family, I've witnessed what happens to sides to end up hating eachother. Its not pretty. You don't want that Logan.

I guess that is what makes me have to do this. If we only acted like a family I wouldn't have to do this. I wouldn't have to do a lot of things if the darks weren't pricks.

The stupid thing is that I know you would try to talk me out of this plan. And you're right. God you're always right. Why do you have to be right all the time? I wish I was right all the time. But its ok. I'll be the side who hides the truth.

Blessings and a curses, right?

I'll write to you again tomorrow Logan

~ Janus Deceit Sanders

Logan gulped in another breath. He could read that crossed out section... Janus was right. They have to be there for eachother.

Why don't they go watch Janus' favourite movies? That sounds like a fun way to remember someone. Logan got the others.

-time skip-

It was just passed midnight. Everyone else was asleep on the couch as Coraline played on the TV. Logan stared at the third letter. It was technically the next day.... Logan grabbed the letter.

This letters envelope was a burnt tan colour. Yellow wax acted as the seal.

My dear, Logan

I never wanted to be hugged so much then I do right now. I have to barricade my door to prevent Wrath from getting inside, he's always been a loud side.

I remember when I was nothing but a child -Virgil is ten years older then me. Did you know that? I forget that sometimes- I always had blond hair. I know that you and the other lights also have lighter coloured hair. Well anyway. Wrath hates my hair, says that I don't belong. I can also only do that little silencing trick when I'm on your side of the mind. And I can only automatically heal when on the light side too. Huh. I never released how long that list was. Maybe I'm just defective... That has to be it... Right?

I always looked up to you. You could tell people how it was and not cower when things go wrong. You truly are amazing Logan. You need to show the others that. I know that the others love and care for you. You need to accept that love logan! Please. Don't fall into a similar pit of despair I fell into so long ago. I never escaped that pit. Don't fall in it too.

I know how you like to cope Logan. You seek familiar things that remind you of that person. Thats why I did something for you. Under your bed is my all time favourite book, Good Omens, My favourite snacks and an USB with my playlist on it. I hope you love them as much as I did Logan. I'll write to you tomorrow.

~Janus Sanders

Janus wasn't lying when he found the little care package. Logan wasn't crying. Absolutely not! Patton was cooking with onions. Logan never released how much he loved chocolate covered pretzels and jazz until that moment.

The next day Logan didn't even bother to get dressed. He just grabbed the next letter. A soft pastel yellow with a blue seal. Logan tore it open, eger to read what the yellow side wrote next.

Dear Bluebell,

Kinda weird calling you that. But I guess I won't be alive long enough to see your negative reaction. Bluebells were always my favourite flower. Would it be rude to keep calling you bluebell? Well, I guess it's a little too late for that.

It just came to my attention that by this time tomorrow I'm going to be...Gone. I made the poison that would get rid of them. My venom is one of the only things that can kill a side. Would be a bit ironic dying from my own venom huh? Well, I might as well tell you my plan.

Do you remember that party you and the others snuck into? The masquerade? We're having another party tomorrow. And it was always my job to serve the wine. We can't have the others being suspicious to why I didn't drink my wine. They will be dead in less then ten minutes. My venom is painful. But it'll kill them. I'll kill them 10x over, I'm not looking forward to five minutes in where the venom shuts down your lungs.

Anyway, I'm a side known for plans right? Not always the best plans but it counts. I still remember debating with you as Patton. Maybe... Maybe I could sneak over today? Pathetic last wish, but I would love to have a hug and a movie. I'm going to head over to your side soon.

Bluebell Logan when I'm gone. I need you to do something for me. Don't let them forget me...Please. That is all I want. I don't want my body to be left inside of that empty house. I don't want to die next to the people I hate the most. All I ever wanted was to see you smile. I'll see you later today.

~Bumblebee

Logan was crying. That day... Janus asked for a hug and a movie.

He only gave Janus a hug after the look of heart break was too much for him to bear. Logan didn't wait to grab the next letter.

My Beloved Bluebell

Today is the day, I never thought I would admit this but... I'm scared. Do you think that there is Heaven and Hell for sides? If there is I guess I'm going to hell. Suicide is a sin. Not like anything else I've done deserves heaven.

I don't have very long for this letter. 30 minutes. I have 30 minutes till my heart stops. God I'm terrified. This is the last letter I'm writing Logan. I finished writing Virgil's letters yesterday. All thats left is your letter. And holy fuck I'm scared.

I have to do this, I overheard Wrath making a plan to overthrow the mind. I can't let that happen. I would fail at my only job. It doesn't matter if I'm scared or not, I need to do my job. Thomas would suffer if I didn't.

20 minuites, I have ten minutes till the party. My hand is shaking. Can you tell from my writing? I hope you can still read this. If you can't the letter is pointless.

Logan, I know that this is never something you would reciprocate but...

I love you. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanted to take you to the moon for a honeymoon and take you dancing among the stars. I wanted to be the tired husband that has to deal with your legionds of roommates. Logan I love you so god damn much I can't put it into words. I know you could never love me though. Its ok.

Take care of yourself for me please. Don't let your beautiful family fall apart. Don't let the despair of my death cause one of yours. Don't let one of the others blame themselves. This is no ones fault but mine.

I love you

~Janus Sanders

Logan dropped the letter and let out the most agonizing scream that could ever come out of his mouth. He cried. He cried and cried and cried. He cried until no more sound came out and his eyes burned.

He didn't notice when the other four came into the room and held him close.

All Logan did was trace the words on the page.

"I love you too, my bumblebee."

The sides could only feel the hole in their heart grow bigger.

~~~~~

I made myself sad again. I CAN'T EVEN CRY! MY PARENTS ARE IN THE ROOM! Curse my own brain ;-;

Here it is!

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