#in her eyes he sees his reflection // eisa.

[glcriouspvrpose]

godofmischief 🩷🌈 @attorneyhill

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[yatsurinamikaze]

Sombre (ninth - part ii) - (ninth - part iii) - (tenth)

//tw: miscarriage, blood, depression, dark stuff.

Miya Atsumu x Reader (angst)

The Eisa festival finally arrived, bringing with it a palpable sense of excitement that enveloped the entire village. Colorful banners fluttered in the breeze, and lanterns adorned the streets, casting a warm, inviting glow. The rhythmic beat of taiko drums filled the air, mingling with the joyful laughter of children and the hum of animated conversations.

The villagers gathered in the central square, dressed in vibrant traditional attire. The women wore bright kimonos, and the men donned happi coats, each garment adorned with intricate patterns and vivid colors. Dancers prepared for their performances, adjusting their hanagasa hats and practicing their movements.

You and your father joined the celebration, you found comfortable seating on the pier, your spirits lifted by the festive atmosphere. As you watched the dancers perform the traditional Eisa dance, your father leaned in to explain, “You know, the Eisa festival is more than just a celebration; it's a tribute to our ancestors. It's said that during Obon, the spirits of our ancestors return to visit, and we dance to honor and entertain them."

Your heart swelled with emotion as you listened to your father's words. The thought of your ancestors watching over everyone brought a sense of peace. You turned to your father, your voice tinged with curiosity and reverence. "Do you think Mother is watching us too?" You asked softly.

Your father gazed at the dancers for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "I believe she is, y/n. Our loved ones never truly leave us. They live on in our memories, in the traditions we uphold, and in the love we share. Your mother is a part of this celebration, just as much as we are."

You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but your smiled, feeling a profound sense of peace. "I hope she's happy seeing us here together,"you whispered.

You father placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, his eyes reflecting the same mix of sorrow and hope. "I'm sure she is. And I think she would be proud of the strength and resilience you've shown. Life has its challenges, but we find joy and meaning by staying connected to our roots and to each other.”

You look at the little dressed up kids, playing in the background, feeling the bile rising in your throat and your heart getting heavier.

“But Im anything but resilient.” You frown. You confesses about the miscarriage and the reason you came home after so long was because you and Atsumu broke up. Your father looks at you with concern, “What happened? Did Atsumu do something?"

Through her tears, you shake her head. "No, it was me. I completely shut myself off, he tried you know. I just..” You sniffle.

Her father wraps his arms around her, letting her weep on his shoulder. "I had no idea you were carrying so much pain. I'm sorry, y/n. I'm so sorry for not being there for you."

You pull back slightly, eyes filled with a mixture of anger and despair. "I didn’t want to burden you. You've already been through so much. And look at me—I couldn’t even keep my own marriage together."

He shakes his head, tears glistening in his own eyes. "You are never a burden. Never. I wish you had told me. We could have faced this together.” You nod your head gently as he holds you against his shoulder.

“You know y/n, your mother was a formidable woman. She had this strength that was quiet but unyielding. And I always saw so much of her in you.” You sniffle, "I don’t feel strong. I feel like I’m falling apart.”

"When your mother passed away," he begins, his voice filled with emotion and regret, "“I just.. I just saw so much of her in you know? Every time I looked at you, I just.. couldnt. I thought you would be able to deal with your emotions. I was drowning in my own grief and always thought you were brave and would brave this as well. But I think I went wrong there. I should have talked about it, shared my feelings, and not let this wall build up between us."

He sighs deeply, his voice heavy with sorrow. "Not talking about our feelings became the norm in the house. You shouldn't blame yourself for it; I'm partially to blame as well. We never talked about anything... and I guess that changed you."

He pauses, gathering his thoughts. "I guess that's why you shut yourself off from Atsumu as well. But that’s not a good thing to do. In good relationships, you talk about things. Your mother always said the same. She believed that love was about sharing everything—the good, the bad, and the ugly."

You nod, her heart aching with the weight of his words. "I want to do better, Dad. But I don’t know how. I feel so broken."

He hugs her tightly, his voice breaking. "You’re not broken, y/n. You’re hurting. And it’s okay to hurt. You just need to believe that you can heal. And remember, we're in this together. Always."

As they stood side by side, the past began to blend with the present, their shared grief transforming into a shared hope. The festival, with its joyful noise and vibrant energy, became a backdrop for their healing, a reminder that even in the midst of sorrow, there is space for joy and reconnection.

The night stretched on, filled with laughter and the hum of life, and as you and your father joined in the festivities, you found themselves woven into the fabric of the celebration, your hearts beginning to mend with every passing moment. The festival's spirit of unity and remembrance wrapped around you both, offering a promise of new beginnings and the strength to face the future together.

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[fantasticfandral]

"I see Mischief's stories proceed me. Ah well, he was always quite the orator." The casual banter was easy, but a singular thought rang through and dominated his real thoughts.'There she was. Fandral's eyes narrowed in their direction, and he never once looked directly at the little girl. He kept his gaze on Jane's face, but occasionally he'd glance at a reflective window, or his eyes would look over her shoulder and follow the trail of their footsteps in the snow. Staring at those impossibly small steps. "I usually get a warmer greeting from a pretty face," he teased. He stepped back when she stepped forward, playing along as if he understood her concern. "What a pity. I was hoping to see him, since Mischief is still having his little tantrum. After all, I am here to serve my princes. My future kings -- and their queens, of course." Only now did he look down, smiling at the only part of Eisa he could actually see. A hand clutching Jane's, a mess of blonde curls. A curious blue eye that looked so like her father's. "And of course, I'd be no knight if I didn't promise to serve the princess of the realm," he drawled, falling to one knee despite the snow. "Can I help you today, little one?"

The crowd didn't faze her. Some of the people were workers. Others tourists. And some were the Asgardian guards the queen had sent, blending in seamlessly with the New Yorkers around them. The only reason she was paying more attention that morning now was due to the little girl at her side, clutching her hand tight like a lifeline. Ever since what happened at the wedding, whenever Loki left, Eisa became more clingy than usual. Now it was worse than normally because Loki and Thor were both gone for the day. "Only on a normal day," was Jane's automatic response as she walked by, but then she looked up to see who had actually said that. "Oh. Fandral. Hi." She took a subtle step in front of her niece and smiled at him, actually wanting to do a dozen other things that might get her kicked off the property despite being married to an Avenger. "Thor's not here if that's who you're looking for."

[glcriouspvrpose]

― tag dump

muse

watch me make them bow // musings. your savior is here // mirror. the devils whisper in my ear // ask. young god // etc. @GodOfMischief ; social media.

relationships

in a world of boys he's a gentleman // edward. unbreakable as the dawn & enduring as the stars // thor. work husband // clint. i know you were on my side even when i was wrong // frigga. wherever i go — you bring me home // klara. in her eyes he sees his reflection // eisa.

[attorneyhill]

"Okay, Malfoy," Edward teased, knowing that this was going to earn him an annoyed grunt and an eye roll from his fiancé but the opportunity was too good to pass up on it. "Four in total, that's what I said, baby," he spoke and leaned in to kiss him again before he could pull away from him. "I see both of you being happy here," Edward mused as he watched their daughter twirl around without any care in the world. As she should and he was going to do anything possible to make sure that carefree smile never left her face. And his fiancé's as well, regardless of how difficult that was going to be. Even if that now meant daily two hour commute back to the city, seeing them as relaxed as possible was well worth it. But now was not the time for reflections as their daughter ran up to them and jumped straight into Loki's arms. "Present? My birthday is in three months, baby," Edward raised his brow as he took the envelope, examining it carefully. "It's not a glitter bomb, is it?" he asked, only half-jokingly. "Nooooo, it's not Papi!" Eisa shook her head, ushering him impatiently to finally open it. And he did, with the said envelope playfully directed at his fiancé. He took a few moments to pull our the documents and read what exactly was written, his face lighting up again with every word. He knew that with them getting married soon he was going to eventually legally adopt Eisa but one thing he and Loki had not yet discussed was their last names after they're married. Which now also included Eisa's last name, though with the recent events Edward couldn't really blame his fiancé for not wanting anything to do with his father. "Te amo mucho, princesa," Edward spoke as he pressed a kiss to Eisa's cheek. "This is the best present ever, thank you," he added as he looked at Loki and leaned in to kiss him, only managing to get a small one in before their daughter started making gagging noises. "Hush, you little gremlin," he rolled his eyes playfully and tickled her sides. When Eisa jumped off of her dad's arms to chase after the raccoon, Edward turned back to his fiancé. "So much for a one time hate hook up, huh?" he smirked, leaning in to kiss him. "I love you."

"Mm. Don't insult me with your Midgardian comparisons," he replied, pressing his lips to the side of Edward's neck, before moving when his fiancé did so he could properly kiss him back. "Three. You get two. Because I know I'm getting stuck with her," he nodded in their daughter's direction, "and she's worth at least fifteen." He smirked and brought Edward back against his chest, gaze falling back to Eisa. Loki snorted at the question and teased, "The kitchen's not my territory, darling. I feel like that's your call." But then he nodded. "I can see it. And she's happy." Eisa saw him looking and smiled, changing her direction so she could run over to them. Loki only let go of Edward so he could kneel down and catch her. "What do you think, prinsesse?" He boosted her up on his hip as he stood. "Big enough for your zoo?" He tapped her on the nose and she giggled, lightly pushing his hand away so she could ask, 'Daddyyy, can I give Papi his present now?' Eisa pouted and Loki reached inside his jacket to pull out an envelope, covered in glitter and her drawings. "I suppose you could." She plucked it from his hand and waved it at Edward. He smirked and handed her over to his fiancé. "This was all her, by the way."