#tenrou: sirius the jaeger imagines

[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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[jaeger-records]

As promised, today I’m going to share the whole scenario with you cupcakes ✨ It is Mikhail smut.... I understand if you had enough of my obsession. 🙈 The next thing will be some Yuliy, I promise. Hope you still enjoy it! 😉 Lots of love 💕 Lin 

[Mikhail x reader] [smut] [word count: 1.496] Sharp, dangerous teeth nip at the edge of your ear, skillfully sucking your lobe. A delightful moan dances from your lips. Mikhail is excited. He just started and you are already so eager to submit. He rarely feels alive but your luscious smell and the heat radiating from your body sparks something inside him. Lighting up a flame inside which makes his cold blood boil. Pressing closer his lips wander, down the junction of your jaw all the way to your carotid. Lasciviously his tongue circles around your life spot. Rhythmically he feels your pulse throbbing with each vibrant heartbeat of yours. It is paper thin, the wall separating his razor fangs from your claret.            You shiver. It is dangerous to fuck with a wolf, but it is even more lethal to do so with a wolf who is a vampire. Ecstasy ignites electricity inside you, your heartbeat exhilarates. Mikhail whines. He wants you so much, your body, your soul and your blood, it makes his mind go haywire. Only a fool would sink his perfect canines into this delicious treat right away. Pierce through silky skin, rest his fangs inside rosy flesh, suck this warm pulsating ambrosia, ravish it till his hunger his satisfied. Just the image of it is enough to make him almost come undone. Almost. Mikhail is an epicure, he wants to save the best for the last. You are not his prey, not his livestock, you are his lover. He wants to savor you as a whole while he makes sweet love to you.            Sucking on this sweet spot, he dips you deeper into the mattress. Old metal creaks under his weight. Long slender fingers rub circles on your ribcage. Last clothes join the long discarded pile on the dusty wooden floor. Resting on top of you he takes in your beauty. Just those ghostly touches made you breathe hard. Lashes cast long shadows on your dusty pink cheeks, your eyes are clouded with lust. Your lips are plump and slightly parted, saliva glistening them in a moisty coat. You look like a beautiful phantasm. He reaches out an icy hand, his thumb traces your lower lip like coaxing a wild animal. You should not play with fire. In an instant, your tongue circles his finger, sucking it in deeper and deeper between your glazed lips. Immediately he feels your warmth spreading through his fingertip. You moan and lift your hips rubbing yourself against him. Sweet love, if he would not have been crazy before he would be by now. The beasts inside him start eating on his composure and slowly he feels his self-control crumble away. He takes a deep quivering breath and closes his eyes. The last thing he sees is a cheeky smirk plastered on your face. You devious little thing did this on purpose.            When he reopens his eyes you a greeted with a raging blizzard and a feral roar reverberates inside his chest. Ready to mark his territory he licks his lips with anticipation, with hunger. You feel his breath fan against your cheek. You want to roam him, but he grabs your wrists pinning them above your head. For a second you struggle, he tightens his grip, there is a low baritone growl. You stop. It hurts but it is pleasurable pain. He leaves a trail of sloppy kisses down the line of your jaw and your neck. The tip of his nose lingers cold on your burning skin as he reaches your collar bone. Mikhail lets his mouth rest there only for a moment. In a heartbeat his teeth graze your fragile skin. You sigh with bliss. It is close, so close. It takes a lot to restrain himself. Your scent, your warmth, your blood so close. It is a spiral staircase sending him right into madness. Right in this moment all he wants to do is to fuck you and suck you. He is already so hard it hurts. It would be so easy to just take you but the wolf inside his soul reminds him to be gentle. You are his mate, not his victim. You made it clear, a long time ago, that you would be with him, beside him. You gave yourself to him, you trust him, completely and he feeds on that. He moves on, hauntingly passionate. Tongue and fingers mapping you, painting invisible patterns and leaving visible marks. Marks bruising instantly into a beautiful purplish indigo.            You chant his name, sweet cries echoing through abandoned walls. Mikhail is thrilled. He released his grip. Hands travel. Bodies connect. You bend and break underneath him, he has not even reached the best spot yet. He takes pride in that. Venturing further, he finds himself engulfed between your legs, inhaling your appetizing scent. Both creatures inside him threaten to break their shackles. His whole body shudders. He grabs your thighs. The touch is rough and nails dig deep inside your delicate flesh. Mikhail leans close, strands of his wild untamed mane tickle your leg. The look in his eyes is wild. The raging blizzard turned into a dark storm. Danger radiates from the core of his being. His fangs are half exposed. You feel vulnerable but your need sets you ablaze. You squirm. His hold is merciless. His nails delve deeper, tiny droplets start seeping out. Mikhail’s reason is almost rendered to nothing. His whole body tingles, he is aroused, needy and thirsty. It is a thirst that cannot be quenched by your blood alone, he knows that. He wants you as a whole. Mikhail wants to gorge himself on you. Drink your pleasure, feel you close, connecting to you like he was your shadow. A devilish tongue fondles those small cuts. The burning sensation makes you whistle between your teeth. A guttural sound escapes his throat. Mikhail did not know he could be even more euphoric, but the sweet hazy sensation unraveling in the pit of his stomach tells him otherwise. Shifting, he positions himself in front of your entrance. The picture you paint is a feast for his eyes. Cheeks feathered crimson, shimmering beads coating your lashes, body covered in a thin sheet of sweat. He drips white.            He sheathes himself inside you. You cry, solely for him. You are tight and hot. The friction is causing his breathing to become ragged. You wither underneath his touch. He growls and moans. Barely clinging to sanity, your screams lull him further and further into a tempting abyss. Suddenly, he pulls out and turns you around in a smooth motion. Pulling your hair he takes you from behind. Ecstatic moans fall from your lips, ushering him to pummel you even harder. He picks up his pace and pulls your hair harder. Mikhail meets you halfway, his hand wandering around your throat. It is a grip tight enough to hold you in place but not to actually hurt you.            He nuzzles his face against the nape of your neck. A gesture almost too pure. “Misha” you whisper, voice full of affection, and he knows you are ready. It is a tacit agreement. Eyes glow, crystal blue turning carmine. Angling your head, his razor fangs graze your neck cutting open a small spot. He is careful not to actually bite you.  Dark red droplets trickle slowly down the wound. Lips connect to your velvet skin. His tongue draws lazy circles, cautiously not wasting any of his treat. Feverish thoughts take over his mind making his rhythm stutter. Drawing a sharp breath, he presses his tongue just below the cut, the stream of blood increases. Mikhail sucks on your neck, hard. Pain shots through you, mixing with pleasure. Shivers run up and down your spine. You cry out but the sounds come out brutish.            Mikhail is engrossed as the fresh juice of your life prickles down his throat. It is rich and savory. It tastes of you, of your vitality. He gulps it down, swallowing every precious drop you are willing to share. Your warmth spreads through his body. It is an elysian feeling. Usually, he is disgusted by the taste of blood. It is only a means to survive but when you let him drink he feels grateful. Grateful for you sharing your life with him.            He is drunk on you. Your boisterous sounds thrive him further and further to the edge. The way he can feel your pulse quicken he knows you are just moments away from coming undone. Pounding harder and harder he never stops from collecting your oozing juice. Holding you tight you melt into one. You clench around him and gasps of joy fill the air. The tight knot inside him unravels. A few more thrusts and Mikhail falls over the edge. His lithe body collapses onto you and you both sink into the mattress. In the wake of your high he pulls you close. His tongue finds yours and there is communication beyond the limit of spoken language.

[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?

[dragon-hall]

Lore.

When Yuliy sings, he does it unconsciously when he is alone and doing his business. His voice, a light and clear tone that would remind anyone of fresh spring water, bubbles up in rhythmic melodies and vivid stories that paints the picture of snowy mountain peaks and adventure. 

Ryoko muses as she listens behind a corner. It is not a familiar song or any generic music that the world plays on their gramophones. It sounds more organic and vintage but it reaches deep within her chest and tugs emotions out from it. It’s a beautiful song.

“I don’t know that song.” She mumbles when she mustered enough courage to ask Yuliy about it.

“Ah, it’s an old song from my village. It’s been passed down from generation to generation. Right now, you won’t hear it from anyone but me.” Yuliy answers with a melancholic smile.

Dogville is gone. The villagers there are gone. Yuliy’s mother and father are gone. His brother--

The song is like a dying legacy, known and sung by the last survivor of Sirius. Unless...

“Uhm, Yuliy-san? Do you mind teaching it to me? If that’s alright with you.”

And Yuliy’s smile makes her heart soar as he sits straight and ready to teach.

[recentanimenews]

Tenrou: Sirius the Jaeger – 03 – Just Live

As Ryouko’s classmates mistake her frustrated sigh for a lovesick one (though her blushing suggests they’re on to something), Yuliy’s unexpected encounter with his now-vampirized brother Mikhail brings all of his memories of him roaring back, starting with the good times when the two would hunt in the wintry forests of their home—which I imagine to be somewhere in eastern Russia; possibly Sakhalin.

After a good meal with the villagers, the elder laments that the Sirius Arc is no more, but a confident young Yuliy vows to protect it, only for his big speech, like his first kill, to be foiled by a sneeze (he’s sensitive to cold). That’s where the good times end; Yuliy wakes up in the night to find vampires raiding the village. Their mother is killed, but not before making both her sons promise to run away and live. Only one brother can obey; Mikhail sacrifices himself to Yuliy can slip away.

In the present, while reminiscing on all this, Yuliy’s fellow Jaegers try in vain to cheer him up, but the fact is, now that he knows his brother is alive, he can feel his resolve to kill all vampires wavering, as he still loves Mikhail and doesn’t want to kill him, even if he’s a vampire now. His frustration bubbles over when he remembers summoning the power of Sirius to save himself from a pursuing vampire, just when a determined Ryouko tries to confront him.

She isn’t scared of him—or at least talks a good game; we see her trembling slightly—but Yuliy doesn’t want any new friends, because it will mean more people he can lose or who might suffer because of their association with him or their proximity to his powers (Ryouko likely is willing to befriending him, and in any case it’s her choice to make).

Dr. Willard was the one who found him half-dead in the cold, and offered water so he won’t die, Yuliy says if it means he can see his mother and brother again, he wants to die. Willard’s words that follow—fine, die, if that’s what you think your loved ones want—have guided Yuliy ever since.

He may still not know how he should keep living; only that he knows it’s what his family would want, so he can’t give up. But with Kershner, Mikhail by his side, preparing to field some kind of Frankenstein’s Monster, just living—and keeping those around him alive—is only going to get tougher.

By: magicalchurlsukui

[tenrou-sirius-the-writer]

Would you kindly write about yuliy having a crush? Just some hardcore fluff please! Thank you so much!!

A/N: I hope you like this one!! Sorry it’s short, but I liked this ask from an angle that wasn’t so much of a scenario or in current-time with dialogue, but I liked the thought of writing about some things that would develop in a relationship with Yuliy, or what would need to happen.

Pairing: Yuliy x Reader

Warnings: none, just hardcore fluff

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Yuliy hadn’t been sure exactly. . . when it started. Romance was never at the forefront of his mind, Yuliy never thought about it and he doesn’t single anybody out in a crowd.

Maybe it was when he noticed the bare compassion in your eyes, when you looked at him. Soft colors that he could pick out the small details of and appreciate. He would’ve, if he wasn’t so new to these kinds of things and awkward and shy and he didn’t really like those parts of himself very much.

Possibly when his heart began picking up in your presence, Yuliy obliviously questioning himself and a sickness that could be arising in his body. He felt too hot, anyways. Uncomfortably so, and he wanted to squirm, idly wondering if it was the cold outdoors that was causing the sudden bout of irregularity in his own body.

Yuliy began craving to be in your presence eventually, following you around like a lost puppy (as Philip so eloquently described and teased him about. Yuliy retaliated more defensively than usual, face red, getting even angrier at the smug look on Philip’s face as he discovered a new way to torment Yuliy). He fretted over your injuries, feeling unpredictable flares of fierce protectiveness that Yuliy was starting to believe was out of his control, coming on suddenly or if there was a threat that proved to be dangerous. Yuliy wondered if more of his hair would turn white from those worries alone.

Nightmares began. The massacre of his village playing out over and over and over with you and Mikhail at its epicenter, covered in blood that painted the snow red around your bodies, being savagely eaten and torn violently into by claws and long teeth. Yuliy hated those dreams, he always woke up in cold sweats, falling out of his bed in his terror or leaping up or yelling in fear. On those nights, he ended up in your room; your calming presence enveloping him and lulling Yuliy back to slumber.

Yuliy’s fear of losing you doubles, after those nightmares begin showing themselves, scared of your fate being the same as his family’s.

Conversation deepens, Yuliy confiding in you and vice versa of his fears, his hopes, his dreams, his goals. The responsibility he feels over being the last Sirius.

Maybe everything began when he really started trusting you. Yuliy allowed you to leap into battle alongside, following him in his impulses and Yuliy felt comfortable enough to leave his back open when you were there, confident that you’d keep him safe.

Yuliy didn’t know when it started, but he knew it wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

[jaeger-records]

Hey, is it possible to have a Yuliy one-shot where he and his s/o are in a huge argument because she's very careless during fights and in the last one she almost died and because she keeps bottling her emotions she just breaks during their fight and starts crying and Yuliy starts to panic a little and it ends in a fluff. Sorry if it's too much😫😫 thank you very much 😊😊😊

I’m sorry you had to wait so long, I hope you’ll still enjoy your request. I had a lot of fun while writing, it was a pleasure to venture deeper into Yuliy’s feelings 😊 I’m not sure if it’s dramatic or/ and fluffy enough 🙈 I’m not good at arguments because I tend to get super unreasonable and I wanted to save us the pain 😂Any complaints and critique is very welcome! Here goes some Yuliy for you ~ Lots of Love ❤ Lin 

[Yuliy x fem!reader] [angst/ fluff] [word count: 1.015] Something is not right here. There is a shiver running through Yuliy’s body making his guts itch. Yuliy squints his eyes as the fading sunlight irritates his vision. Restlesslyhis gaze wanders her frame.              It was a rough day for both of them, Jaeger had been tailing them almost all day and he wasn’t evensure if they were really able to throw them off. Stress and exhaustion eating on his composure, frustration loosened his tongue. As soon as they found a safe place to stay he had  blurted out how he couldn’t handle herrecklessness any longer. How he couldn’t stand seeing her throwing her life away so thoughtlessly anymore. Remembering their last enemy encounter, he reminded her that she just made a hairbreadth escape from deaths doorstep.Horrible pictures of her lifeless frame dangling in enemy hands still freshly painted in his mind.               At first, she had calmly responded“Throwing my life away for you? I’ll gladly do it again” then she had given him the silent treatment. She is always collected, rarely loosing hertemper in situations like this. Usually, he could handle that much but today it was different. Her words and the indifference she treated such an important subject with just set him off. The instant he had tried to touch hershoulder she aggressively had snapped his hand away. Irritation had stopped his words only for a moment, quickly he had pressed his arguments on her again and again. Then she had started throwing insults at him, raising hervoice strangely loud. It went back and forth until she had hit the cupboard behind her.  With a clink a vase standing on top dropped, rolling a few inches until it shattered with a boisterous sound on the wooden floor.            Silence clogs the air, the atmosphere is tense. Tightly her fingers clutch the wooden edge behind her, her grip so strong turning her knuckles white. Something is about to turn horribly wrong.“Yulichka” she hangs her head, voice breaking. “Can you hear yourself talking?” a strange sound somewhere between laughing and sobbing bubblesout of her.Yuliy freezes. Fallen strands framing her face block his view but he catches a glimpse of her brows closely knit together. “You want me to stop jumping in front of you when something is threatening to hurtyou? You want me to stop buying you time when I am able to? You want me to think about my actions more thoroughly because my life is important?” she clutches her chest, fabric of her shirt crumpling.“Yuliy” it’s more of a hitch than a word “That’s so hypocritical”her voice is small, almost inaudible. When she raises her head he feels like lightening just struck him. Face a painful mask, her eyes are glossy. Salty beads prickle slowly over her now crimson cheeks.           “Whatabout you? You’re doing reckless stuff like that all the time. Protecting the arc, protecting me, protecting others. What about your life?”            Genuine truth ringing inside his ears he gulps. She’s never been that emotional before,panic renders his thoughts useless. Never has he seen her in agony like this before, desperate tears pouring endlessly. She is not finished yet, though.“Do you know how I feel when I see you oozing right through myhands? When you seem so desperate to burn your life away? Don’t you care about my thoughts, my feelings, my wishes?” Leaning over she almost tears her shirt apart. “I want to support you, to protect you becauseyou are important to me. Not because I care for that stupid decade old thing in your eye. You are important because I love you, I love you so much I can’t breathe when you’re not around. I can’t be when you’renot here. Please, don’t take that away from me” she shouts, words spilling hoarsely.           Shecould as well just slapped him right across his face. Guilt wells up, cold fingers grasping a prison around his heart. Dealing with feelings has never been easy since that incident. Being afraid of having his feelings taken away again he hardly shows them. Such an open display overwhelms him, not because his passion doesn’t run equally deep, but rather because he is so afraid of putting it into words. Once he touches it, it might crack,breaking into a million little pieces.            Yuliy blinks once, twice.            He bites hislip.            She is the person closest to him, closest to his heart.            He wants to keepher safe, nothing should ever hurt her.           She chose to be by his side, bear his burden.            She is his family.            He is her family.           She wants to keep him safe, nothingshould ever hurt him.            He is the person closest to her, closest to her heart.            His mind shifts gears.           Feet carry him unconsciously. He wraps his arms around her, embracing her so tight shealmost can’t breathe. “I’m sorry” he nuzzles her neck, resting his head against her shoulder: ”I shouldn’t have said that. I was thoughtless. It’s just… it’s… if I’d lose you I might be still living, but not being alive” He feels her hands rubbing soothing circles on his back. It’s silly, he should be the one comforting her. Taking a step back to get a look at her face he is surprisedto find her smiling fondly. Wet still coats her flushed cheeks, puffy eyes are a silent reminder, but her body language speaks completely different than before. A warm hand cradles his cheek, she parts her lips but his thumbcaressing the bottom line of her mouth stop words from flowing. Yuliy lays his hand on top of hers, delicately lacing their fingers together. Dark ocean eyes full of affection lock with hers. Foreheads touch, the tips of theirnoses brush against each other, a gesture nearly as intimate as sharing a kiss. “I understand how you feel. Let’s promise to cherish what’s important for the other” he whispers on her lips, she nods.“I vow to care for your thoughts, your feelings and your wishes. I love you” 

[lotusblath]

AHHH please check out this beautiful humans blog! I was blown away by her writing for my request ;_;

Could I get a scenario about Yuliy getting jealous because he's with his SO / crush, and she's been leered at / checked out?

Summary: While in a different country searching for the arc, fighting vampires and the like, Yuliy and his significant other happen to come across something worse than vampires, disrespectful men.

A/N: FIRST REQUEST EVER!! Thanks to @lotusblath

Warnings: Fighting, sexual assault, assault.

IF THESE WARNINGS HAVE A POSSIBILITY TO TRIGGER YOU, PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

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Yuliy has never thought about relationships, necessarily. He didn’t flaunt his looks, he wore a jacket a lot and most stares are directed to the white patch of hair on his head. It didn’t really bother him, but it didn’t help either when on missions and he lugs around a ‘music’ case through streets and jumping roofs.

Sometimes he’d bump into women, he wouldn’t apologize or give them a glance because whenever he did he was chasing down another woman who he couldn’t loose sight of. These woman were less than tolerable, they’d swipe their hands to slap him, or the nicer ones would gasp indignantly and scoff or turn away and ignore him but Yuliy couldn’t see reactions very well through the hair in his eyes and the wind. He didn’t really care, honestly. If Yuliy didn’t know them, how could he be effected by their rude reactions?

That’s actually how Yuliy met her.

And Yuliy didn’t think about relationships, not until he met her and it irritated him to no end.

She bumped into him first of all. It was a familiar scenario, a simple mission with none of the big-bad vampires seen, a fledgling, he thought. The man wore blood like an overcoat, shrieks coming from passerby’s as they caught sight of the glowing eyes that matched well with the stained shirt. This man, Finnian Weller, favored children’s blood over an adults, and there was a sudden uproar of grieving parents and missing children.

Yuliy caught the man in the house of a wealthy family in the next county over. It was a city-ish plaza he chased the man in, during rush hour. Really unfortunate, Yuliy thought, he’d have to make sure no one followed.

And then he was gaining on the man, getting closer and closer and closer—!

And then Yuliy lost his balance.

But no, he hadn’t tripped. Instead a speeding blur of a person rammed into his shoulder and he barely caught himself. He looked up, ready to dodge anothe indignant swipe when it never came, and this person was a woman. She didn’t have fluffy pink overcoats or a corset or those body-fitting log dresses which he assumed were hell for running in. Not even heels or dress shoes marred her feet.

Instead he saw leather, and straps and a coat more rough and tough than his is; and the non-revealing white shirt and trousers replaced that annoying dress. Combat boots that he would’ve worn passed in a blur as she ran. He looked and he felt his body tense as he saw the same music case he was lugging.

“Sorry ‘bout that, but I would’ve thought a Jaeger would have better balance,” the mysterious woman remarked, and Yuliy frowned further. He felt strangely intrigued, and her smell was intoxicating. She smelled of machine smoke and flowers, and he felt some happiness coming from it.

Yuliy was stunned. Where did she come from?

“What, did I scare you?”

Yuliy guessed, looking back, that maybe it wasn’t too bad that he wasn’t the one to kill the vampire that day.

—

It wasn’t long after Yuliy had developed his crush that the mysterious woman he’d already forgot the name of was moved into their group of Jeagers. Dorothea was ecstatic, proclaiming her sudden love for the new member only because she was a girl. Phillip was…fine with it? Yuliy had never exactly been good with neither expressions or Phillip himself so Yuliy assumed he was passive.

Yuliy was actually happier than ever, but she felt the bundle of nerves in his gut tighten every time he smelled her intoxicating scent and he didn’t want to get any closer. He wanted to, but Yuliy psyched himself out every time he tried.

“—so don’t worry about Yuliy, he isn’t very social and he looks mean but he isn’t, don’t worry,” Dorothea pointed to him and he felt a little heat crawl up the back of his neck and he turned away to refocus on sharpening one of his blades. “See? He’s just embarrassed, but he’ll warm up to you.”

“That’s doubtful.” Phillip looked away and Yuliy frowned.

“Wait, oh my god it’s you!” She suddenly exclaimed and Yuliy nearly startled from his seat. “I remember you, we killed that pervert vampire a while back. I’m (Y/N), remember?”

Yuliy felt relief settle his shoulders, now he wouldn’t have to awkwardly ask for her name in the middle of a conversation. He liked it, it fit her.

“Right, I nearly forgot,” Yuliy silently scolded himself and he felt unsettled. “It good to see you again, we can catch up on a walk?”

“That sounds great,” (Y/N) smiled and turned around, the room was silent as she paused by the doorway. “I’ll be ready in a few minutes, I have to get my shoes.”

Yuliy felt some odd giddy feelings, and he smiled a bit.

“Well, Yuliy, going in straight for the punch, huh?” Dorothea remarked, smirking. Yuliy felt that prickling heat again at the base of his neck and ears as Phillip laughed and Fallon joined.

Yuliy sighed.

“If (Y/N) comes back here, tell her I’ll be waiting outside.” It wasn’t long after that that Yuliy had one of the most relaxing evenings since he became a Jaeger. Their personalities balanced, Yuliy listener as (Y/N) carried the conversation, and he added his inputs and she kept making comments. He loved her scent, and Yuliy found that she had built both of the machines that hung off of her hips herself. They were grappling hooks.

As their conversation continued, Yuliy stopped and they both sat on the uncomfortable stone seats near a town monument. It overlooked a park and other wildly different couples sat idly. Yuliy would prefer this more than anything, sitting in peaceful silence with the one he adored.

And then Yuliy realized how different she was to those dress-clad women who would try and slap him, who would indignantly scoff and look at him dirtily. Yuliy let out a long and slow breath, his back relaxing against the cool stone and he saw at the corner of his eyes that (Y/N) was looking at him.

He sent a small smile, and she laughed and sat up.

“We should get going, this was so much fun but it’s getting late.”

And so they left that uncomfortable monument and walked along the sidewalks. Yuliy was too tired to keep up, and trailed behind a bit, but she simply turned her back to the road and towards him and skipped along.

She looked free, and Yuliy envied that and he knew he did from the clench in his chest. (Y/N) was freer than anyone he’s ever known, and soon the smell of an engine and alcohol invaded that gentle flower smell he loved.

Yuliy scowled, already irritated as (Y/N)’s shoulder bumped into the front of a man. The man grinned like a Cheshire Cat, stretched in rows of teeth with a non innocent glint in his eyes. That man’s filthy arm looped around her waist to cup her rear, and Yuliy saw blue creep into the corners of his sight as he begin to lose control.

This is bad, Yuliy thought. That-that man made (Y/N) tense, made her gape with fear because this was no vampire, it wasn’t a unsympathetic bloodsucker who took lives of children, this was a person and she was terrified. She couldn’t hurt a person, she hurt killers, not black-out drunk humans who made bad decisions.

Red joined the corners of Yuliy’s vision. He breathed heavily, more of an adrenaline rush that he got when wielding his weapon, that joined the burning feeling of fiery jealousy that touched his head and his body and it controlled him.

Yuliy wanted to touch her that way, with time, it was him who harbored a crush for so long, and this vermin had no right to encroach on that territory. Yuliy was furious, and he marched up to that man and felt the satisfying grip of the man’s unbuttoned shirt within his fists and pushed him harshly into a vehicle.

Yuliy barely registered that (Y/N) had backed up several steps to relax her back against the wall.

He tilted his head, the terrified eyes of the man bore into his glowing ones, blue veins shown underneath the skin. The man shook, and Yuliy felt satisfied to hear the man cry and shake beneath himself. He was sure it was the beast talking, making him do these things but god damnit he just was so jealous and annoyed. Yuliy smelled the gross scent, entirely unappealing and he grimaced.

“What-What…I’m sorry—“ the man broke, in his confusion he passed out. Yuliy could bet it was from the alcohol.

Yuliy then came back to himself, suddenly realizing he was an asshole for leaving (Y/N) shaking against the wall. God, how much worse could this night get?

He stalked out to her cautiously, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder when she gave no protest and she leaned her head on his shoulder. Yuliy felt no better than the passed out guy for for getting satisfaction from this.

“Hey, it’s okay, he’s on the ground right there,” Yuliy pointed to the slumped man, leaning against a car on his back. He silently wished he flopped on his back. “He can’t hurt you.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just he’s a human, and it doesn’t feel right. That’s what got me kicked out of my original squad, I spared a person who just turn and the vampire killed her son,” (Y/N) took a shaky breath, blinking slowly. “Thanks Yuliy, I’ll repay you someday.”

“I know you will, it was no problem.”

Yuliy sometimes wonders if he hadn’t taken the case from Phillip, hadn’t run into this magnificent woman on a chase, if they hadn’t kept meeting at anonymous places.

Yuliy never liked thinking about that.