#Yuliy Jirov x reader

[fairy-writes]

a second option for the event? 👀 never gonna let you down for yuliy (do i write this correctly...) from sirius the jaeger? been a while since i last saw that fandom on my dash!

NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: thewaterlily

Fandom(s): Sirius the Jaeger

Pairing(s): Yuliy Jirov x Gender Neutral!Reader

Song: Never Gonna Let You Down by Colbie Caillat

Genre: Fluff with some hints of angst

Notes: PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP WITH YULIY, pre-Sirius the Jaeger plotline.

I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

This is based on the song, but not a song fic because it was already getting sooo long, and I was slowly wasting away. 

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A pounding on your door in the middle of the night woke you with a startle. You instinctively wrapped your hand around the pistol under your pillow. It was a habit after being a Jaeger for so long. You silently crept toward the stairs of your home. 

The pounding continued as you descended the stairs, hand clutching your gun as you tried to peek out the window and into the rain streaking down in a torrent that flooded the street. Finally, however, once you saw just who was pounding at your door, you flung it open in haste.

It was Willard. Cold, wet, shivering and holding something covered in blankets. He said your name quietly, and you hurriedly ushered him inside. 

“What sort of time do you call this?! I thought you were still in Russia looking for—” Willard shushed you, and before you could retaliate, he uncovered the lump of whatever he was holding, draping the soaking-wet blankets over the back of the couch.

It was a boy, no older than seven or eight years old. Dressed in clothes you didn’t recognize, the boy had black hair with a shock of white plastered to his forehead. His eyes were screwed shut, and his cheeks were flushed a bright red, chest heaving as he battled whatever ailment he had. 

He was sick. That much was obvious. 

“Willard, what—”

“His name is Yuliy. I found him abandoned in Russia. Vampires destroyed his entire village.” Willard said, and your brows furrowed, taking in the boy’s sick appearance once more. Then, you spun on your heel, tucking your gun in the waistband of the pajama pants. 

“Wait—where are you going?” He asked as you left his side. You looked over your shoulder,

“To get something to help him feel better. That’s why you brought him here, right?” This effectively shut the professor up, and he set Yuliy down on the recliner in the corner of your living room, putting a new blanket over him as you rummaged through your home for things that could help.

Eventually, you came back with a set of pajamas tucked under your arm, a tray of three steaming mugs, and a towel. Willard had brought the sopping wet blankets to your laundry room and was currently talking in quiet tones to Yuliy, who still refused to open his eyes. Finally, you uncovered Yuliy and picked him up gently. He was painfully light for his age. 

He curled into your chest, one cold arm wrapping around your neck and the other clutching his wet clothes to his body in an attempt to preserve any sort of warmth.

“I’m going to help him get changed. You wait here.” You explained to Willard, who nodded. Once inside the guest bedroom, you set Yuliy down on the bed and got on your knees, so you were at eye level with him. 

“Yuliy? I need to get these clothes off of you. They’re helping keep you sick. Can you help me?” You spoke in quiet tones, and Yuliy slowly opened his eyes. You couldn’t contain your gasp. They were the most brilliant blue color, though they were hazy with exhaustion and a hint of deep, deep sadness. But nonetheless, he nodded, and you quickly got him changed, turning your back when he stripped himself of his underwear and put the new on. The pajamas were painfully oversized on him, the shirt hanging down to his thighs and the trousers having to be cinched as tight as they would go and rolled up at the bottom. 

Now dressed in dry clothes and wrapped in a blanket, he sat with his mug of hot cocoa as you dried his hair. He had his small hands wrapped tightly around the mug as Willard nursed his cup of tea. 

“What happens now, Willard?” You asked, and he frowned as he set the cup down on the coffee table. 

“I’m going to kill vampires,” Yuliy said, uttering the first words you had heard him speak. He spoke with such conviction that you actually believed he could do it. 

………………..

The first time you saw Yuliy cry was almost precisely one year after he came to live with you. Perhaps living with you wasn’t the correct phrase. He accompanied Willard on missions more often than he didn’t, but you still kept the spare bedroom made up for him for when he would come around. 

Now was one of those times. Willard was asleep on the couch, and Yuliy was upstairs in the guest bedroom. You had got up to get a glass of water when you heard his quiet cries. Your heart shattered when you heard how he tried to stifle them. Then, opening his door as silently as you could, you saw him hunched in the corner, fist to his lips as he tried to keep quiet. 

All he needed to do was look at you before you were gathering him in your lap on the bed and rocking him back and forth. He clung to your clothes, nose buried in the crook of your neck. You rubbed his back and rocked slowly, saying soft words of encouragement as he calmed down. 

“They died last week… My family. It’s the one-year anniversary.” He finally whispered, and your heart broke even more. He was trying so hard to be strong, but he was just a boy. 

“I’m supposed to be strong! I shouldn’t be crying! I should—”

“Let yourself be a child, Yuliy.” You cut him off gently and leaned your head on his. His grip tightened, and he dissolved into tears again. 

………………..

The first time you saw him kill a vampire was when he was sixteen—nine years of raising the young Sirius to the best of your abilities with Willard at your side. 

You were there through his heartaches, tears, injuries, everything. You were there when Phillip, Dorothea, and Fallon joined the little group. You had become something of a parent to all of them. They often joked that they were a family and that you and Willard were the parents.

You were hidden in wait for their mission to conclude so you could treat their injuries. You didn’t participate in fighting anymore, not after your last mission had your entire team killed years ago. But that didn’t mean you had to miss out on all the fun. 

So you waited. 

Yuliy was beautiful to watch as he fought. He twisted through the air and used his three-sectioned staff (that you had gotten for him) with such grace and practice it was mesmerizing. 

………………..

A knock on your door distracted you from your book, and you looked out the window to your left. 

It was Yuliy. 

He had been gone on a mission for weeks that he wouldn’t tell you about. He didn’t have his case with his staff which was odd. He was staring down where he was fiddling with his fingers. What was strange was his white streak of hair had gotten more prominent, and his right eye was clamped shut. 

With a frown, you opened the door,

“Yuliy? You know you don’t have to knock, right?” He shrunk in on himself, and your frown grew.

“What’s wrong?”

Before you knew it, Yuliy had wrapped his arms tightly around your middle, head in the crook of your neck like he used to when he was small. 

“He’s dead.” He whispered,

“Who?”

“Mikhail. My older brother. He got killed in a fight over the Arc.” Yuliy sounded close to tears, so you wrapped your around his shoulders and pulled him even closer. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” You whispered and felt hot tears soak into your skin as Yuliy began to cry. 

The two of you stood like that for a while, you rocking Yuliy back and forth much like you had when you had found him crying for the first time. His cries were quiet like always, but he never wavered and never let go. 

[liviavanrouge]

Lovers

Amara, Eve, Livia, Harmony, Pansy, Savanna, Sarafina, Liana, Sena, Alisa, Alisha: Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand, I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover!

Alastor, Satan, Jack, Murr, Sebastian, Yuliy, Lucifer, Keith, Cove, Kieran, N: Look in my eyes they still tell you the truth, the girl in my story has always been you, I'd go down with the titanic it's true, for you

Amara, Eve, Livia, Harmony, Pansy, Savanna, Sarafina, Liana, Sena, Alisa, Alisha: Lover!

[paperbagpetrichor]

O for Yuliy? OwO

Yuliy is rather subtle with his notions of love.  He’s not exactly the most emotional person there is, so rather than proclaim his adoration of you with grandiose vigor, he often expresses his love through actions.  He enjoys soft physical touch, especially things such as running a hand through your hair or attempting to style it like his, or holding your hand when he sense you feel nervous or uncomfortable.  If you need to let out all your emotions, he’s always there for you, and he gives the absolute best bear hugs that seem to raise a beacon of impenetrable light between the two of you and the trials and tribulations of life.  Although you often accompany him on his travels, he’ll still find time to sneak out and get you souvenirs, to the point of where a corner of your room is decked out with post cards, snowglobes, famous novels, gems, or works of art from nearly every destination imaginable.  He finds his thoughts always winding back to you, and almost always those thoughts bring a smile to his face, regardless of the situation.

[crazyfreckledginger]

A, D, G, J, M for Yuliy!

A/N: First smut kinda thing oizfhzuohf hope it’s okay! 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) 

He wants to make sure you are comfortable and that you don’t need anything, Yuily will gladly cuddle with you and fall asleep after you if you suddenly became tired after sex. A very caring baby boy. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

Yuily adores hickeys, you look so hot, especially with a few along your neck, he didn’t realise how strong his natural possessiveness was until he felt less on edge when you had a few marks on your skin around other people. He also loves your flushed cheeks when he leaves them on you, but he’s too shy afterwards to admit all of that.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s serious, he wants to make sure you are enjoying every bit of it also making sure you are comfortable. Yuily isn’t really the time of person that jokes, especially during sex. He would do sweet things to ease the tension but wouldn’t really be a goof.  

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t really masturbate because it’s a little embarassing but when he really needs you and you aren’t there because of a mission or something along those lines, he’ll go somewhere private like the room he is staying at or something and jack off.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you are being all cute and shy, he can’t help but stare at you, Yuily knows you do that to catch his attention and when it gets to actual teasing… Oh boy he cannot get himself out of it when you tease him, that’s a major major turn on.

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[teen-titans-imagines]

Welp.

As I write the requests I have here, I have also been watching a new series. Dororo 2019 has stolen my heart, so ofc I’m writing a fic for it as well. Not only that, but I’ve also been writing something for Tenrou: Sirius the Jaeger. Shameless self-promotion below.

Dororo 2019

The Soul with the Brightest Flame: (Hyakkimaru/Female! Reader) ~ (Y/n) is just a simple traveler, curious of the world around her. When she comes back from harvesting her garden, she gets more than what she bargained for.

Tenrou: Sirius the Jaeger

The Secrets We Unfold: (Yuliy Jirov/Female! Reader) ~ (Y/n) is a Jaeger hailing from the German division. When the Professor asks for help from any neighboring unit, her unit is the one to answer. Though, she isn’t expecting to get thrown into a war. Beggars can’t be choosers, right?

[qtheronie]

Late night kisses

Sirius the jaeger fanfic

Warning: Mention of leg injury

Genres: Fluff and kisses :)

“Y/N,” Fallon wailed, catching the girl's attention. “The vampire got the jewel! Go get it!”

(Y/n) nodded at the tall man and then finished the vampire in front of her. She quickly spotted the creature running towards the others. The girl quickly jumped into action, pulling out her extra blade, getting ready to slay the vampires.

One by one, each vampire in front of her was blowing up into dust; she quickly reached up to the monster who had the item she wanted. (y/n) pranced down onto the vampire, sending him into the ground. She grabbed onto her sword and swung it down onto the vampire, but to only be stopped when the vampire's nails grew and dug itself into her leg. (Y/n) grunted in pain and dropped her sword onto the ground and brought her hand onto her wound.

The vampire kicked (y/n) into the ground and ran

off.

-Timeskip-

The sky grew black, and soon enough, the rain started to pour down. (Y/n), had heard her name being shouted. The girl pushed herself up off the ground wincing at the discomfort in her leg. She brought a hand up to her face to shield her eyes from the rain as it continued to pour down hard.

“(y/n)!” a familiar voice yelled

“Yuliy?” (y/n) muttered, walking to the voice.

“(Y/n)!” Yuliy’s voice sounded excited as he spotted the girl. He ran up to (y/n), wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his chest. He rested his head on her shoulders as he squeezed her tightly.

“Why did you go after the vampire? You knew it was too dangerous.” Yuliy whispered,

“Because I thought I could, I knew if I couldn’t get that creature, I could at least get the gem.” (y/n) whispered back as her hand went up to play at his hair while the other rested on his lower back.

Yuliy pulled back, looking at the girl in his arms, his eyes traveled from hers down to her lips. His face slowly inched up to hers before landing his lips on hers. It was a quick kiss as Yuliy pulled back regretting what he did because the girl didn't kiss back. (y/n) grabbed him by the face and smashed her lips onto his, putting her hand in his hair as she felt him kiss back. Yuliy’s hand went up into (y/ns) hair pushing her head closer to his, trying to get her close as possible to him. Which was in the same as she did to him until a quick and loud cough both caught them off guard as they quickly pulled back.

“Are you two love birds? Nobody wants to watch this all night,” Phillph spoke, before rolling his blue eyes. The two looked up to see the whole gang trying to hold in their laughter.

“H-how long were you standing there?” (y/n) blushed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear as she spoke.

“Long enough! Can we just go now?” groaned phillph as he started to walk to the car.

The two teens nod as they both silently walk to the car, blushing as they hear everyone else laugh.

(Y/n) smiled and looked down into her palm, she guessed they were right. A particular item would bring another good luck, and that’s what that gem did

[tenrou-sirius-the-writer]

Could you make an scenario where Yuliy meets again an chilhood and first love friend after severals years of the incident in Dogville? Thank you!

Hello! I haven’t answered an ask in a really long time, and I feel super bad about it. Fair warning, my writing style has changed a lot, into something I’m much more proud of.

Pairing: Yuliy x Sirius! Reader

Warnings: none

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Living as a Sirius outside of Dogville hadn’t been a kind transition in the least.

As a young and not-so-naive (at least, not anymore) child, along with the issues of the tragedy in Dogville, you had nothing to turn to. It was a miracle you’d even survived, albeit with an injury that should’ve finished the job. It had always been a source of crippling guilt, feeling like you shouldn’t even be alive and so fortunate when others weren’t.

It was a burden the nice couple that took you in bore wonderfully, surprised when you’d first lashed out at them — it was something stupid, but your eyes glowed their menacing blue, a storm brewing in the irises, teeth sharpening into her Sirius fangs — yet took it in stride. Your pseudo-father wrestled with you whenever the werewolf-typical instinct arose, letting you bite them and scratch at them in good fun. It was more than you’d ever expected.

But. . . it wasn’t enough. Not the same.

You thought you were alone. Why wouldn’t you? After bearing witness of your long-time crush’s older brother, Mikhail, perishing underneath the unmerciful claws of the vampires, and Yuliy disappearing into the cold forest; it was only logical, no matter how utterly depressing and soul crushing it was. You figured out later that it might not have been just a crush, like you’d presumed.

The fateful reunion wasn’t dramatic, or teeth-clenching or scary or anything you’d expected, really. But it was a reunion, and that’s all that mattered, in your eyes.

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You walked absentmindedly through the grocery store, idly pushing a cart that grated against your sensitive ears painfully. It was annoying, but bearable. You glanced back down at the grocery list clenched in your hand, finding it stupid that your roommate sent you to the grocery store, fully aware she was absolutely terrible at navigating it. It was common you’d spend literal hours there, wandering through the aisles.

You were halfway through the list, your roommate showing you mercy with a shorter list than usual.

You swiveled into the aisle you were looking for, filled with boxes of crackers and some cheeses. It was one of the widest, well-liked by the more wealthy citizens and those looking for food that fit celebrations, also to fit the sections of chilled cheeses. The shelves were high, and once you took a few minutes searching for the specific brand of crackers, you found it. A pit of dread appeared in your stomach.

It was on the very top shelf. Way too high for your short stature.

After some rather pathetic jumps and attempts to reach it on your tip-toes (also cursing the fact that being a Sirius didn’t automatically make you tall), you promptly gave up trying to do it by yourself. It was infuriating, and you didn’t want to concede and use your superior strength for something so easily overcame. It was stupid, but you were angry.

Giving up, you tapped the guy next to you on the shoulder.

He looked like he was trying to avoid every other presence in the store, a deadpan expression on his face. You would’ve avoided him, respecting his personal bubble and the resting bitchface that had the potential to turn into something you didn’t want to deal with, if he hadn’t smelled so. . . familiar. It was reflex to take a whiff of the scent of those around you, something you were taught from early age and a part of some specific customs in Dogville she was only supposed to practice with an unknown Sirius, but it was instinctual. The stranger smelled like. . . like pack, and home and everything good.

You raked your eyes over his body. Traditional clothing from your village, that you’d hadn’t seen in so long. A pang of hurt zipped through your chest, and so much hope that it hurt.

The man turned, his face that you couldn’t see before striking your brain with familiarity. A white tuft of hair, the other strands of dark hair pulled back.

“Oh my God,” you said, breathy and unbelieving the impossible situation in front of you. “Yuliy? Is that you?”

A look of shock passed over the features that you’ve hadn’t seen in years, sharper and more handsome than ever.

“(Y/N)?” Yuliy (you were certain, at this point) asked, beginning to breathe heavier. You watched as his nose twitched, sniffing the air and his eyes opened wider. Yuliy froze.

Memories of happier days flashed through your head, tears welling in your eyes as you remembered innocent snowball fights, watching sunsets at the top of houses and huge smiles. The memories were cast with a haze, reminiscent of a very different, missed time. You heart clenched, remembering what you tried so hard to repress, but couldn’t with Yuliy in front of you. You couldn’t believe it, something you’ve always wanted standing in front of you.

Unable to hold yourself back, in your rush of swelling emotions of happiness and the howling cries of joy of the wolf in the back of her head, you rushed and leaped forward, latching onto Yuliy with a death grip. You didn’t plan on letting go anytime soon. For a moment, you feared that maybe this wasn’t Yuliy —maybe you were hallucinating, the anniversary of the attack on your village was in a weeks time — but you banishbed the thought as soon as it arose, sure in yourself. The contact soothed you in ways the closest to you couldn’t even accomplish, a strong feeling of comradery and pack making your lip wobble. You bit your lip, not wanting to show weakness. Then, you realized you didn’t care.

Your emotions crashed together, letting go of them as you began sobbing into Yuliy’s shoulder, letting out all of the pain you’ve felt in his absence. In your village’s absence. Yuliy seemed to be knocked out of his stupor, suddenly feeling his arms wrap around you tightly, squeezing your smaller body to his chest protectively and desperately, dipping his face into your neck to breathe in your comforting scent. As you clutched at his shirt, dirtying it with your own tears, you felt his heavy puffs of breath, assuming he was really trying to keep himself from crying as you were. So many sheer emotions curled their way into you at once, it was completely overwhelming but also welcomed.

“I-I thought you were dead!” You cried, choking on your words a little. You pulled back from the hug a bit, almost regretting it with the way Yuliy’s arms tightened around you in response, attempting to prevent you from getting away. You smiled through your tears, the happiest you’d been in a regretfully long time. “I thought I just left you there t-to die and—”

Yuliy pulled back his head to look at you, the expression on his face making your knees weak. His face showed relief and pure emotion that you couldn’t even begin to decipher. Your hands suddenly felt too empty and cold in his shirt, wanting to feel his skin and confirm that he was actually alive and breathing and okay and you immediately lost any doubts you had in the slew of everything else before you cupped his face in your hands, rubbing your thumb over Yuliy’s cheekbone. It was far too intimate for the public eye, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

“How are you alive?” Yuliy asked, a small smile on his face. “Not that I—”

“I know,” you interrupted, dropping your smile. “They attacked and left me for dead, and I should’ve died but I didn’t, somehow and. . . and it was really hard.”

Yuliy frowned, eyebrows furrowing in concern once he spotted the huge scar peeking out from your shirt. His expression shifted once again into anger, this time, and you panicked, quickly beginning to run soothing circles into his skin.

“Hey, I’m fine now, it’s okay.”

“I know, but— I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.”

A comfortable silence passed over them, contentedly relaxing in the embrace of your best friend (and secret crush) that you hadn’t seen in what felt like a torturous millennia.

You and Yuliy left the grocery store in hand, groceries completely forgotten.

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[mystic-sky]

Dads to be/Dads during birth Yuliy/Mikhail please :D Thought that'd be cute. Thanks!

Using a fem s/o in this, Enjoy!

Yuliy

When you tell him that you’re pregnant he’s stunned. Maybe you tell him in bed one night and he’s all “Really?”

He’s happy but unhappy because he doesn’t know the first thing about being a Dad. He doesn’t know much about his own father so when you tell him, his brain fast forwards to when you’d have the kid in that moment and he’s terrified. 

You can’t read his face too well and after asking him about it he assures you he’s just nervous. Of course you comfort him, and he eventually becomes more determined than discouraged.

“I don’t know the first thing about being a Dad. Do you really think I can do it?”

He assumes being a Dad means protecting what means the most to him, and that won’t just be you anymore.

He’s finally making a new family, this is a very sentimental thing for him.

So you’re going through the phases and he’s trying his best to be helpful. Always at your bedside when your tummy hurts and what not. He will bring you anything you need at your beckon call. 

It’s cute because maybe you’re searching the cabinets for something healthy to eat or you ran out of something and you ask him if he can go to the store to pick it up.

He’s dressed in seconds, and running out the door. You often stop him and say “You can relax a bit,” or “You don’t have to do it right now,”

Oh but he does

Every day is a mission for him, even when you tell him that maybe your pain isn’t that bad today. He’ll rub your feet for you even when they don’t hurt anymore.

He’s always touching you, he’s not a clingy lover, but he can be from time to time and during your pregnancy is definitely one of them.

He likes to fall asleep on your lap or next to your baby bump every night so he can listen and feel it kick.

He’s in and out of the bookstore reading lots of prenatal literature and he’s always bringing home cool storybooks to read to your child.

I also head cannon that a pregnant s/o smells way different from a non pregnant s/o? A neutral scent, one he got used to for the 9 months until you had the kid and if you get pregnant again he can tell based off your scent after a few weeks. this is a weird one but hey let’s get creative

So your water breaks and he’s actually shook cause he’s home and he just hears you call him into the bedroom. There’s a puddle of fluid and he’s all ???????

You explain to him that the baby is coming and he tries to be your night in shining armor but he’s panicking inside when he carries you into the car.

Or you guys have an at-home birth? Your choice.

Yuliy is trying his best to remain calm and cool but you know he’s flipping out inside. You’re so understanding and even though you’re nervous too you assure him it’s going to be alright.

He won’t leave your side-ever. No one can make him.

Kid probably has your hair color with a little white streak in it and big blue eyes like he did when he was a kid.

Mikhail

He’s so shocked when he finds out you’re pregnant. I think he’d probably be eating something and you tell him and he’s like “How?” To which you’d probably furrow your brows at him and say “Well, what do you think?”

He’s very happy about it though, don’t take it the wrong way. I have somewhat funny nsfw hc on this that you can ask me about if you want.

He’s going to parent the hell out of you during your entire pregnancy.

Lots of “Should you be eating that?” and “Be careful, think of the baby.”

And he makes an effort to try and carry you everywhere, to which 80% of the time you decline.

It’s almost smothering, and you tell him to dial it down a little. He reduces his doting to 70%. You tell him that you’ll ask for assistance only when you need it, but he now does 100% of the cooking and cleaning because he won’t allow you to.

When you’re throwing up be holds your hair for you/will most likely tie it up or braid it for you because he’s good at that.

When its not all about chores or constantly reassuring your well-being, you share the most affectionate moments. Maybe he falls asleep next to your tummy at night when you’re full on baby bump.

I head cannon Mikhail will talk to your baby a lot, but not in a gooey cooey way. It’s normal tone conversation, and it continues even after your child is born.

He actively communicates with your baby bump, rubbing it at night and leaving kisses.

“Today me and your mom went to our favorite bakery in town. She wanted to eat everything, and I almost let her. She didn’t throw up though, so I’m assuming you liked the pastries we bought. I’m gonna take you there when you’re older so you can try them yourself. It probably sucks eating everything baby bird style.”

You laugh at him whenever he does this. And sometimes you almost think he’s talking to you? I head cannon he’d often correct you and be all “Oh no I’m talking to (baby’s name).”

He has an idea on what it’s like to be a Dad because he was so used to helping his mom raise Yuliy.

He’s not so much nervous about it till it’s your actual delivery. Your water breaks and he carries you bridal style to the hospital. Or it’s at-home? Whatever you want.

It’s not till he sees you yelling out in pain that it dawns upon him that this is happening.

As he’s squeezing your hand back while you push, he’s quietly murmuring “I’m going be a Dad,” countless times as if he didn’t have so many foreshadowing jokes for when (baby’s name) was going to be born.

You manage to laugh a little somehow, because he’s always trying to pretend he’s some strong guy for your sake and he’s so good at it. 

I love the idea of Mikhail being scared of things but he’s explicitly good at hiding it because he wants to be someone you think can protect you.

Your kid has lots of hair, thick thick hair, and they’d look just like him aside from having your eyes.

[kuro-senpai27-blr]

The moon shone brightly in the slightly clouded night sky. I was taking a stroll in the garden when I soon started to hear groans of pain and heavy breathing. I looked around the corner to see Yuliy alone, slightly panting.

I knew what was happening. His powers were getting out of control again. A few days ago, Yuliy revealed to me that he was half-human and half-werewolf. He expected me to just simply run away or treat him like a monster. But I comforted him and told him.

"I would never do that because I love you"

But the next day, he was distant with me. Giving me the hint that my feelings were one-sided. Tonight, I pushed my hurt feelings aside and approached him.

"Yuliy... Are you feeling-"

"Get away! Before I hurt you" he yells. Interrupting me which was understandable. I took a deep breath and stood my ground.

"I'm not leaving you like this Yuliy, Im worried you might harm yourself" I tried to reason with him, but he pushes me away.

"Do you want me to hurt you!" he threatened me, his eyes showed guilt and pain. 'I just know he needs me... But how?' I thought until an idea popped up.

I crept over to him slowly. Not wanting to trigger his supernatural powers. I see his eyes glow into an electric blue color in the moonlight. Making my cheeks go red.

"You can do this (Y/n)" I mumbled to myself as the wind picks up.

"It's okay Yuliy, everything will be alright" I smiled gently in reassurance as I stopped a few feet away from him. He growled dangerously, not scaring me at all. I wrapped my arms around him in a tight embrace.

"I don't want to hurt you (y/n), so please run away" he whispered in pain. His heart rate increasing. I knew there was one thing that could stop this. I grabbed his chin and tilted it until his eyes stared into mine.

"No, I can't bear the fact that you're in pain" I grabbed his cheeks and captured his cold lips with mine. Giving him a bit of a shock. Sparks flew in me as the feeling of his lips sent a shiver down my spine.

I moved back and saw that his eyes went back to normal and his breathing was steady. "(Y/n)..." Yuliy whispered which his cheeks turning red. I turn my heels and walked away.

"I hope that helped you control your powers" I laughed and soon disappeared from his sight. My cheeks were red like a red rose and my legs were slightly shaking. I let out a heavy sigh before making my way through mansion in hopes that I don't get lost. Like last time...

(Yuily)

After she turned the corner, my thought started up again. She was the reason I couldn't control my powers tonight. She made me fall for her and all I want to do is claim her as my mate.

"Stupid feelings..." I smiled as I gazed at the moon. Just as beautiful as (Y/n)'s sparkling (e/c) eyes. As soon as I get the Arc of Sirius, I will make her mine.

First Imagine. I hope it was good enough for your liking ~��

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Hey, I love your stuff! Could you write some hcs or something with Yuliy and Mikhail with a significant other with adhd?

I really hope you like this nonnie! A bit of a warning though, I am not here to romanticize ADHD or any other disorder. If I do… I sincerely apologize if I offend anyone. This is a serious subject and I don’t want to take it lightly. I figured I’d focus on one aspect of ADHD for each character, while also touching base on others briefly. This was all written from my own experience and the research I did on ADHD.

Mikhail: Poor Planning/Forgetfulness

He’ll often find you up late at night or early in the morning, working on something that you claimed had to be done because you forgot or time got away from you.

Sometimes he has to force you to go to bed or else he knows you won’t go to sleep on your own.

You get mad at him for it, but deep inside you know he’s just trying to look out for you.

Constantly getting distracted and forgetting things is a big part of your daily life, Mikhail tries to help by getting you a planner or by reminding you, mostly trying to help in small ways.

Sometimes he’ll leave you sticky notes around your house

Things like “Don’t forget your lunch” (that he probably made you), or “your keys are in the silverware drawer”, you know. Cute and helpful things like that.

Overall, I see him as being very patient and creative in having ways to help you cope.

Like if you feel like you feel you need medication and therapy? Great! He’ll go to appointments with you if you want him to.

If not? He’ll offer his help in any way he can

Yuliy: Hot Temper

I’m no psychologist, but I feel like Yuliy displays some signs of ADHD in the anime. He’s incredibly reckless and impulsive and gets himself into situations that could have been avoided if he had just slowed down and had help from others.

Back on to hc’s with an S/O!

Specifically I wanted to focus on having a hot temper.

Which my older brother and little sister have actually. 

Anyway.

He tries not to get too upset if you ‘explode’ or if you get really upset.The smallest things can set you off, and he his best to calm you down afterwards.

Sometimes that means just giving you time to cool off and sometimes that means sitting you down to talk.

Combined with your inability to sit still for long periods of time or really focus, sometimes he’s at a loss.

Sparring together or working out like going for jogs help.

My brother and little sister like things like fidget cubes or stuff like that so they have something to do with their hands.

I see Yuliy constantly having something on him that you can fiddle with, say that sash he has tied around his waist or his coat or he’ll bring something that he knows you like messing with to help you stay focused.

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What about some random Yuliy and reader headcanons to start out? ❤️

- Yuliy probably wouldn’t initially understand the fluttering that occurred in his chest when he first saw you.  He knew it affected him, perhaps made him feel a bit happy, but couldn’t quite determine why, even as the sunlight streamed in over your hair on the train where you happened to be.  It was the first time he’d ever felt something real and tangible since leaving the Jaegers.

- It was up to you to initiate a conversation, and, while on yet another train, you happened to spot him again.  He had a face simply impossible to forget and eyes like the ocean under silver moonlight.  When lunchtime came around, you moved seats to be across from him after noticing he didn’t seem to have a meal and offered him half your sandwich.

- It took him a moment to respond, and when he did his voice was hoarse from lack of use.  He denied the offer but thanked you, tilting his head to the side and eyeing you carefully.  There wasn’t a sense of danger about you, but rather something he still couldn’t describe that made him just as alert.

- Over the next few months you two grew to become friends via both unprecedented and meticulously-made methods of catching the same trains at the same time at the same station.  He took an interest in your work - a traveling historian, set on solving an ancient riddle that had fascinated you since childhood, it was inevitable to lead you down many twists and turns.  He offered his assistance one day, which you gladly accepted.

- Throughout your travails you only grew closer, and it was when you two set up for a couple nights of an unforeseen snowstorm in a natural cavern that had bored its way deeply within snowy mountaintops.  As you were setting up the bedding, hanging towels over the entrance to prevent drafts, and decorating the room to your liking, it began to take Yuliy back to his childhood comforts, and perhaps for the first time since childhood he felt as though he was at home - not a house but rather a place where his heart lay, and it was then that he realized the mystery feeling wasn’t a mystery feeling anymore, it was love.

- In a twist of fate it would actually be you who confronted your feelings first, by accidentally saying “I love you” as you two switched guarding positions in a dangerous area of a decaying city famed for robbers and kidnappers.  He did a double-take, but wound up grabbing your hand and murmuring to your back, “I love you, too.”

- Yuliy’s typically quite passive in the relationship, but admonishes you quickly if you put yourself at risk, even if it is to protect him (though he fails to see the hypocrisy, as he does exactly the same, if not on a broader scale). 

- It’s the small actions that make him happy.  He loves the feeling of your fingers combing through his hair, allowing you to style it whichever way you like, even enduring a day of pigtails just to see the grin plastered across you face and hear your lyrical laughter.  

- He doesn’t quite do the same, with the occasional arm around you shoulder being about the only small thing he’ll do.  He often finds himself going in for kisses, especially on the lips, and refuses to let go more times than not.  He’s quite protective with you, but keeps it bottled within himself - he knows you’re capable of handling yourself - and thus converts it into passion for the moments of darkness or simply silent content.  

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Yuliy Jirov x Reader - “Yuliy Trying To Catch Your Attention Would Include...”

Requested by anon: Could you do hc’s for Yuliy trying to catch the attention of his crush?”

A/N: This is more like him realising his feelings then trying to catch your attention and how you got together tbh, but hope you like it!

It took him forever to even realised he had feelings for you.

Mikhail was the one that helped him realise his feelings.

He would always be a little shy around you.

More quiet than usual around you as well.

But fully interested in your topics of discussion.

He didn’t realise how he always had a small smile on his face and slightly pink cheeks.

Yuily would also keep an eye on you and wouldn’t really understand when he would get angry when you talk at a man that’s close to your age, especially Mikhail.

But he ignored what he was feeling, maybe it was the mission that was making him act weird? Or he was tired? He didn’t really know nor did he dwell upon it.

He had better things to think about.

Like you.

Mikhail was the one to notice his little brother’s interest in you and he purposely tried to make him jealous after he confronted Yuily and denied any claim he would be thrown regarding you.

So the older brother had to demonstrate his claims with proof.

“Hey (Y/N),” Mikhail’s arm would swing around your shoulders and pull you in his side, “how are you doing?”

Mikhail couldn’t help but smirk as Yuily frowned more and more.

You didn’t really understand what he was doing because he disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

“See little brother?” Mikhail could not conceal his smirk as he watched his brother grumble under his breath, knowing he must be right.

“Sooo, what are you going to do about it, huh?”

Mikhail’s grin falling immediately when Yuily says “nothing”.

“Seriously? You like her, ask her out or I’ll embarrass you,”

Yuily knows his older brother will do just that but he doesn’t want to ruin your friendship.

If he could even call it that, ever since his brother helped him sort out his emotions, he sort of started distancing himself because he didn’t know how to deal with it.

After much frustration, Mikhail decided to help his brother -- only to find his feet though, he needed to learn.

And be teased, like every brother would around his crush.

Mikhail would embarrass him in front of you to try and get you to notice him.

Does it work?

Lol, nope!

So Yuily just tries to get close again.

You were nice enough to start from a clean slate.

And immediately hit it off.

It was so fun between the two of you, he loved you even more but now he was even less inclined to ask you out because he loved what you two had together.

But thankfully, you felt the same way about Yuily and approached his brother for advice for obvious reasons.

Mikhail would know exactly what Yuily likes and maybe if he likes you back.

Thankfully for you, Mikhail was already pretty frustrated with Yuily for still not having done anything.

“He likes you as well, just kiss the pour soul.”

And blushing instantly when he says that as he shoos you away.

You took a while to make your move.

And Mikhail actually thought you were going to act like Yuily and never do anything about it either.

But one night, you got upset as something someone said and you ran into the garden when the moon was out.

And you stayed there a while because it was so beautiful to look at.

Yuily didn’t hesitate to follow you out.

He sat right next to you, close and everything.

Mikhail’s ship finally sailed.

Yuily was really good at comforting you and when you felt better, you turned to him and distinguished his pink stained cheeks.

Fortunately, he didn’t dare move and you slightly grasped both his cheeks and lowered his face closer to yours.

He let you take the lead, slowly closing his eyes as you captured his lips in yours.

His arms slowly etched up to your hips and around your waist, pulling you closer into his chest.

You were sure you heard Mikhail make a small cheer in the house.

Your fingers ran through his hair as you both pulled yourself closer to deepen the kiss.

And when you pulled away, you were both blushing messes.

“That was uh,” moving away from him a little.

It was his turn to make his move and he pulled you pack into his side, kissing your temple.

That how it aaaall started.

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[fairy-writes]

A Relationship with Yuliy Jirov would include...

(I also have relationship headcanons for Mikhail and an aged up Philip if any of ya’ll are interested!)

Flowers.

This boy loves flowers.

And he loves you.

So he gives you flowers.

Not bouquets, just wildflowers he found on the side of the road or maybe one he picked from someone’s garden.

“Yuliy you can’t just go picking flowers from people’s gardens!”

“Why?”

“That’s their property!!”

A relationship is hard at first.

Like Dorothea said “he doesn’t know the difference between love and pain” (I’m paraphrasing)

So it’s a lot of firsts and slow going and probably a few arguments sprinkled in between.

But once he gets comfortable; this boy loves you.

Also bundling up together when it’s cold, you cannot change my mind.

If you’re cold he tries to give you his coat but you make him put it back on because boy cannot handle the cold he is literally shivering and sneezing put the damn coat back on.

Kisses!

You have to initiate most kisses, because poor boy is clueless and awkward.

But he loves giving little kisses like on the forehead or cheek like he’s reassuring himself you’re still there.

But only in private.

In public he likes holding your pinky, or hand if you can really convince him.

Philip, Fallon, and Dorothea like to tease you two.

You’ll argue back but Yuliy just watches with a smile and dammit Yuliy you’re not helping

Willard just watches you all with a fond smile because young love is so adorable.

He loves it when you play with his hair

Look at it!

How is his hair so fluffy?!

But running your fingers through his hair is a one way ticket to having a happy and sleepy Jaeger boy in your lap.

He is no longer a man, he is a puddle.

He’s not even ashamed of it either.

If you’re in a moving vehicle for more than twenty minutes he will find a way for you to play with his hair.

If you were a fellow Jaeger, he would be like a cat. He tries to pretend that he doesn’t care that you’re putting your life at risk 24/7, but this boy cares for you a lot and stop giving him a heart attack please.

Heavens have mercy on anyone who hurts you while on a mission.

Vampires? Dead in 2 seconds.

People? Team Jaeger really have to hold him back and really talk him out of killing them.

He knows you can handle yourself; he really does, but sometimes you have to reassure him that you’re okay even if it’s something small.

Overall, he comes off as awkward and kind of bumbling at times. But this boy would do anything for you and loves you to the end of the earth.

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What Mikhail and Yuliy find attractive in a female:

Again, my internet crapped out. Essentially my whole draft box thing was deleted 😭 so I was smart this time and wrote this in google docs so it wouldn’t be deleted again

What Mikhail finds attractive in a Female:

I personally think he wouldn’t be attracted to any one specific body type

I think he’d go more for the personality :)

I can see him really into outspoken/spitfiery/sassy girls

He likes bantering and teasing you because he knows you’ll tease him right back

It’s also really attractive when you stand up to vamps like Yevgraf, especially for his sake

(But please be careful because you’ll give this poor boy a heart attack)

Though sometimes he has to physically remove you from situations because he knows you’ll get riled up and he doesn’t need you punching any higher up Vamps in the face

He also finds your temper really attractive

(Unless it’s pointed at him, then it’s kinda terrifying)

But he loves the soft moments, like when you’re sleepy or just in a more affectionate mood

What Yuliy finds attractive in a Female:

I can also see him going more for personality

More specifically, someone calm (or at least calmer) than him to talk him out of his recklessness and occasional stupid decisions

He likes having quiet moments with you, usually when everyone else is busy or asleep

That’s when he’s really affectionate (as affectionate as he’ll get at least)

He loves it when you read to him

He doesn’t even care what, he just loves listening to you talk.

He finds it really attractive when he sees you fighting/sparring

(No he won’t spar with you just to see you fight, that’s totally beneath him(he totally will :P))

He loves your laugh! And smile! And everything about you!

He thinks you’re gorgeous and beautiful and will love you forever if you let him :)

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[x] § Yuliy Jirov Imagine §

“(Y/N), i-is that you?” he felt an unbearable pain in his chest as he stared at you.

“Yuliy!” Your teary eyes didn’t leave his as you raced to him as he engulfed you in a tight hug.

“I thought I lost you, I thought I had to bear the burden of never having you in my life again,” he cried in your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” 

Requests Are Open

@teen-titans-imagines a lil angst for you

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What Mikhail and Yuliy look for in a relationship:

Sooo I had these all written up and ready to go but my internet crapped out and I lost them. So here’s the rewrite of what I can remember!

What Mikhail looks for in a Relationship:

Definitely someone who isn’t scared to call him out on his bullshit.

But also someone who loves him unconditionally because this boy needs love

I think he’d be the type of person who stays up late talking to his significant other

He’d definitely need his S/O to reassure him that they do love him

Because in his mind he’s a monster

He firmly believes he doesn’t deserve someone as precious as you

He also looks for someone who won’t be a major worrywart.

Like a little worrying is okay, but too much and he feels cramped

Overall, he needs someone who can deal with his lifestyle, if you’re squeamish or easily scared, I don’t think a relationship with this boy is right for you

What Yuliy looks for in a Relationship:

Someone who can handle his reckless behavior but also someone who can curb said behavior because we don’t want a dead Jaeger boy anytime soon

I think he’d be more inclined to start a relationship if you were a fellow Jaeger

Like he’d love you regardless, but he likes having you by his side as much as he can

I can also see him getting anxious when you aren’t around (like say another country) because of him losing his family and he doesn’t want to lose you too

He needs someone who can keep up with him, he’s constantly moving and putting his life on the line.