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Birthday

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》 [Entry No.050 - Birthday]|

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》 Summary: Short scenarios with how the Archiver(writer) thinks the characters would be during your birthday.|

》 Warnings: Fluff, incredibly self-indulgent, OOC, different roles mentioned per character to fit the entry, pinning, swearing(Archiver’s note at the end).|

》 Fandoms Mentioned: MLBB, Genshin Impact, HSR, LADS

》 Special Entry Mention/s : n04[-

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Granger

“You’re here,” a familiar voice echoed as you walked into the location Granger told you to go.

The area was vast, moonlight making it look like the place was glowing underneath it—And while you were unaware, Granger couldn’t help but see the same sight as you glowed under the moonlight.

“This place…” you slowly, looking around.

“Pleasing?” Granger asked, although he wasn’t looking at the area, but at you.

And when you finally looked at Granger, you couldn’t help but notice a soft fondness in his eyes. One that tells you that he meant to be pleasing at the sight.

“Why… Did you tell me to come here? To sightsee?” you joked, stepping closer to Granger, and he let you.

“Maybe… But for another thing too…” Granger replied, but before you could ask what was the other thing, he held out something for you.

A flower.

Specifically, your favorite flower.

“I hope you had a great day today… And… Happy Birthday.”

Despite not being one to celebrate his own birthdays, he still wishes yours would be the best in his own ways. His gestures may be small, but it held the largest message he could ever give. All for you.

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Blade

You were doing your regular things when somebody pinged you to go to a specific location. It reasoned for your birthday specifically.

You didn’t know who it was, but you had a guess. Silver Wolf.

It only makes sense, especially when Kafka and her often bombard you due to Blade’s interest towards you.

But, despite the voice in the back of your head telling you not to, curiosity got to you and went anyway.

“So, you came?” Blade spoke up, that all familiar voice as he stared at you as you walked towards him.

“Did Silver Wolf also tell you to come here?” you asked, half-joking, half-serious. But his response was something you didn’t expect—or should you?

“No… I told her to tell you,” Blade admitted, eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest.

The words left you speechless. Blade? Asking Silverwolf to tell you to come here? To him?

“Problem?” Blade asked, opening one eye to look at you.

You immediately shook your head, but the questions remained in your head.

“But… Why?” you asked, confusion written in your features.

Blade scoffed, turning away for a moment before deciding to finally approach you.

Meanwhile, you didn’t step back and just let him before he suddenly patted your head while pressing something on your hand.

“The two told me it was your birthday…” Blade excused—’excused’ as he definitely doesn’t remind himself days prior that your birthday is coming closer and closer—as he tucked a stray hair away from your face, fingers lingering over your jawline and cheek.

You were—again—lost for words as he finally stepped back before disappearing, leaving you alone with whatever he left for you.

Looking at your hand, it was a small, red tassel-looking piece, it respectfully matched that of Blade’s earring in a way.

As you look at it closer, your device pinged again. A message from Silverwolf.

“He wishes you a happy birthday, by the way.”

Blade, like how he kills and wins, is silent. He leans more on actions and contact rather than words. Besides, what can words do when the action itself tells more than words can?

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Argenti

Beauty and poetry erupted from the insides of the astral express as Argenti welcomed himself to greet you of your birthdate.

“Argenti… You don’t need to do all of this…” you awkwardly said as Argenti continued to praise you, kneeling and all.

“But how could I when such beauty is celebrating their birthday right now?” Argenti replied, holding one of your hands and kissing the back of your hand.

“This is a moment to celebrate. For this is the beauty all for you!” he said as he slowly handed you a single red rose—one that very well matches his hair—with the other hand on his chest, bowing to you like royalty.

“May your day be as lovely as you are, my dear. Happy birthday!”

Everything has beauty, and Argenti accepts it all, finding anything and everything beautiful, that includes the flaws and cracks of one. He loves with his all.

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Mydei

“Hmph, you’re late,” you heard Mydei huffing as he saw you approaching.

“Sorry, I got caught up with the others,” you reasoned, and your reasoning was true as the others couldn’t help but greet you with a happy birthday.

Mydei scoffed, arms crossed as he turned away from you.

“Come now,” Mydei ordered as he started walking, giving you no chance to retort back.

You soon found yourself being given a box of pastries, their designs varied with two looking like you and Mydei.

But before you can speak about the two specific pastries, Mydei spoke, “Don’t mention it, the baker thought of something else,” he reasoned—it was as if he didn’t make them themselves—but you knew better.

You stared at the pastries before looking at Mydei, a smile in your features, “Thank you, Mydeimos, I appreciated it.”

Mydei huffed, crossing your arms and shook his head.

But under his breath, he greeted me.

“Happy birthday.”

Despite the feared and intimidating Crown Prince of Kremnos, Mydei had a heart of gold, hidden under his intimidating persona and thick walls. But of course, you found yourself wedging in between the cracks, and soon found your way into his heart, much to your unawareness.

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Diluc

It was closing time in the walls of Angel Shares, and yet, Diluc asked you to stay.

“Is there something wrong?” you asked the red head, thinking that you did something wrong as you didn’t think he’d mind your birthday.

Oh, how wrong you were.

“No, not quite,” Diluc responded, cleaning the last of the cleaned mugs and glasses, placing them back to their respective places behind the counter.

“But, please, may you wait upstairs? I need to prepare some things,” he added, nodding towards the second floor of Angel Shares as you thought over his words, ‘some things’?

“Okay?” nodding, you got up from your seat by the counter and walked upstairs, thinking about it before concluding that Diluc may have thought about your birthday.

But, he did more than just… ‘thought’ about it.

Almost half an hour later, you remained seated in one of the tables there until you heard a pair of footsteps coming in.

Diluc approached holding two plates of food. One was a small cake made just for you, and the other was his own signature dish, ‘Once Upon A Time In Monstadt’.

“I made it just for you,” Diluc hummed, sitting on the opposite chair on the other side of the table.

“I hope it is to your liking,” he added, as if the thought of celebrating your birthday with him isn’t enough already.

And so, with a smile on your lips, you responded.

“Diluc, I love this! Really, thank you,” you praised, the redhead reacted with a small blush appearing on his features.

“But…” you chimed, tapping on the plate that held his signature dish, “I can’t really finish all on my own,” you added, looking at Diluc, wanting to share the food with none other than with him.

And who would Diluc be if he were to refuse you on your birthday?

Despite his cold and stoic personality, like the others, he has a heart of gold. He shows through his actions, his body language, and microexpression. He never says it out loud, and even if he did, you already know what he would mean, as his actions give away what he intends to voice.

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Zayne

“You’re not late this time,” you heard Zayne's voice as you left your apartment building.

You huffed at his immediate notice, “Well, I’m not the one who’s so eager to get out today…” you replied, crossing your arms as you reminded Zayne of how many times he mentioned going out today, on your birthday.

Zayne, ever the calm man, only shook his head and lightly chuckled, “It is your birthday, it is better to spend it with another person than alone… Your words, not mine,” he replied, using your previous words—the same ones you said on his birthday—against you.

You will never get through this man, would you?

It wasn’t long until you both found yourselves in his car, driving towards somewhere Zayne picked without telling you, only the excuse that ‘it is a surprise’.

“Close your eyes, no peeking,” you heard Zayne utter as the car slowed down to take a turn, you sighed and closed your eyes, following his words even to the point that you covered them with your hands.

“There, now could you at least give me a hint?” you asked, but alas, Zayne didn’t give in.

As the car came to a stop, you heard Zayne exited the vehicle and seemingly grabbed some things from the back before closing it moments later.

After a little while, you almost decided to peek a little before you heard the car door open and a pair of cold—yet warm at the same time—carefully pulled you out of the vehicle.

“Keep your eyes close just for a little longer,” Zayne whispered as he brought you somewhere.

When he gave you the signal to open them, you found yourselves in a small horizon, the city looked far yet close at the same time. Below you two was a small picnic patch with various snacks and foods you came to like over the years.

As you looked at the setup then at the view, you heard Zayne speak.

“Happy birthday, my beloved.”

Hand in hand, Zayne shows his love and devotion through his body and little services he does for you. From understanding you through noting little details in your life, to remembering you through things you liked (ex. He sees your favorite food stall and immediately thinks of you). And despite his cold exterior, you were that warm light that eased through the cracks, and you, and only you, were to ever touch his heart.

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》 Archiver's Notes: Holy 50th fanfic entry, and it’s for my birthday too!! For those wondering, my birthday is in Jan 24, and I actually planned on posting this during that time, but so many things happened, so yeah. Also I just noticed a pattern in my favorite characters. ‘Action speaks louder than words’ fuck me…

[roxxiies]

AGAIN MY REQUEST! granger getting chocolate's from others girl but he declines it and when the reader gives him a chocolates and he got very happy but tried to hide it because he wants to look cool Infront of her!!! PLEASE NOTICE ME!!!

:⁠-⁠*(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

despite being popular, he still and will forever receive everything about you. sfw, fem!reader, fluff

✩　featuring: granger

Valentine’s Day?

Granger found it quite unnecessary.

But this day he dreaded had come, and gifts started flooding in—chocolates ranging from the finest to the most exotic and all from admirers he barely even knew. However, he never really accepted them, just throwing them away to rot.

Love was a distraction, he says, and distractions had no place in his life.

As he prepared to discard yet another heart-shaped box, he suddenly froze. A familiar shade of hair stood out in the crowd and was now coming towards his direction. Instinctively, he hid the box behind his back, hoping she hadn’t seen it.

Once she saw him, she hesitantly walked towards him and handed him a simple red box—handmade and…cute, he couldn't deny how much effort she had put into it.

“You don’t have to take them…” she murmured softly, shifting under his unreadable gaze. “I heard you like almonds… so I baked some cinnamon for you.”

Hot, freshly baked cinnamons. Did she also know he liked that?

The young lady knew how to bake thanks to her mother. Her father loved his wifes cooking it too; maybe that's how she captured his heart. Similar to her mother, she always baked to her heart's content, but she—and I mean, you—never got the chance for someone to fill that aching gap.

Patience, love favors the patient, your mother would murmur.

For a moment, he said nothing—more like breathless. His sharp eyes flickered between the box and your face while somehow feeling his heart race as soft pink dusts his cheeks, but gone as it arrived. But like any other encounters with the other admirers, he waits for that well-revised confession… but, uh, none came.

The murmurs and whispers around you grew louder. Your hands trembled slightly from the unwanted attention, but you stood firm on your ground, and it didn't go unnoticed by him.

Something stirred in his chest—an unfamiliar, unsettling yet ticklish warmth.

A few seconds later, he accepted the box slowly, his fingers brushing against the ribbon you had tied so carefully. You almost instantly beamed as he took it, and he couldn't help but let out a chuckle at your expression. The whispers around you seemed to start fading into nothing as the thumping of your heart nulls the noise.

He stares at you with a smile—mind you, he rarely found anything worth his time, let alone showing his affection.

"Happy Valentine's Day." He said and he could see your face flush red from his words, not expecting it and he chuckles, "Do you have a valentine? Hopefully not." You could almost turn into tomato—

That night, alone under the moonlight and on a balcony, he hesitated before untying the ribbon. Quickly, the faint scent of almonds filled the air, stirring memories he had long buried since... ah, he doesnt even remember but the sweet pang scent of almond felt like bringing him back home. He picked up a piece and took a bite.

The flavor hits his tongue as he lets out a sound of satisfaction, closing his eyes to savor it a little more. Then, another bite. It was sweet. Sincere.

And for the first time in years, Valentine’s Day didn’t feel so bad after all.

[kurov1864]

Hihi! I see you write for mlbb, and I really enjoy your writing! Keep the work up! There’s not a bunch of x reader in this fandom… gulps…

May I request aamon/granger with a fem/gn! reader that self harms? How would they react and go about it? Thank you! :D Take your time and don’t be pressured to fulfil this request.

granger x gn!reader who sh hcs

kurov's notes: i'm sorry for the wait! i've had to block away a bit of time to trying to pin down granger's personality... a lot of montoon's characters fall into the "cold serious" type so i spent a while trying to give granger a bit of spice that differentiates him from how i've already characterized aamon! and thank you, anon!!

masterlist introduction

Granger:

Granger doesn't notice the scars, but he does sense something amiss about your behavior. Like how you wear long sleeves even in hot weather, or how you flinch when someone tries to reach for your wrist.

At first, he brushes it off as mere coincidences. But as more and more observations pile up, it starts to form a picture that he doesn't want to believe.

He doesn't confront you, always one to hate forcing conversations before the other is ready. Instead, he tries to make himself more available.

Granger stops accepting as many demon hunts as he once used to, making sure to return home at least once every 2 weeks. He chooses to sit beside you in silence instead of disappearing into his room like he usually does, and only going to sleep after he makes sure that you slept first.

The first time he finds fresh injuries, Granger's expression hardly changes. If you were an outsider, you would have missed the way his brows tightened or how his lips were pressed into a thin line.

He kneels beside you without a word, instead choosing to gently reach for your hand, giving you every opportunity to pull away if you're uncomfortable.

When you don't, he begins to quietly clean and treat your wounds, dressing them in a way much gentler than he usually does to himself.

In all honesty, Granger isn't sure what to do. He remembers how he used to push his body to hunt demons to silence the ringing in his ears, if only temporarily. If hurting yourself serves the same purpose for you, then he understands the logic, even if he hates what it's costing you.

That's why, he never asks you to stop or verbally disapproves of your practices. You can tell that he doesn't like it, but he also doesn't want the darker alternative to come true.

Granger will never call you selfish, weak, or attention-seeking. Those words would never even cross his mind. If anything, he blames himself for not recognizing it sooner.

He's also one of the few people who won't immediately bombard you with promises that everything will get better. Empty reassurance has never comforted him, so he refuses to insult your intelligence by offering it to you. Instead, he tells you something far simpler.

"You don't have to convince me that you're in pain." "If you ever need someone to talk to, or a shoulder to cry on, just ask me. I would love to be able to help you." "No matter if you get better or worse, I'll always stay by your side."

the keeper's notes: Once again, thank you for the request. The original was planned to include Aamon as well, but due to time restraints we unfortunately have decided to focus on Granger. I hope that whoever reads this finds comfort in the words, however small. I may have projected a tiny bit onto Granger after all, and the dialogue is something I truly wish to have said. 🦋

[kikiwooo]

Hellooo, okay imagine Granger just got home and randomly get clingy to the reader?, WHY DO I SUDDENLY HAVE BUTTERFLIES

ohoho~

Granger loves physical touch but is too shy to give it, he loves how warm you touch against his skin and loves the feeling that comes with it.

Everyone occasionally have bad days and sometimes embracing one and another can fix this bad day of yours. So imagine after a rough and tiring day, when he finally comes to home wanting nothing more than to embrace you and bask in your presence as his ears cry to hear your voice.

Imagine him coming straight towards you, without bothering with his personal needs first, not when his eyes are seeing only you. His arms tightly hugging your form before grunting softly as his takes a step back only to unbutton his jacket to feel more of you. Just pure need for skin to skin contact. He knows only then he will truly feel relaxed.

It's like, this is a different Granger. Not the shy and introverted one. But a one who's bold enough to embrace you this shamelessly and press butterfly kisses onto your skin. His deep yet emotional voice as he hums against your neck with his eyes closed, he takes a deep breath of your scent.

"..mm..i missed you."

[3xen]

out of time; granger a lover from the past ceases your longing and makes a polite request to mend the past of your relationship.

n. just a repost, but slightly edited. plz enjoy!

c. angst, mentions of alcohol, mentions of a kiss, a bit ooc, slowburn

you refused to use drinks as a getaway from your personal issues—younger you thought that. the much younger you would have released your anger and emotions in some other way then some booze. but you were not younger you and he was not present.

“i want three shots of your strongest vodka, vernon!” vernon—the bartender working in that small pub. he had come across many heavy drinkers, but you. oh you. he had never seen anything like it.

“that vile, vile man!” you had lashed out plenty of times already, if someone were to see it—it would certainly be vernon.

“you should lay low on the drinks miss-“

“no! i refuse your orders! i will go back for him!”

“no, i meant-“ vernon is lucky to survive long enough from your chaos. in exchange for practically babysitting you, you provide protection for vernon and his pub. he was just a small crippled old man after all.

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“hey vernon!” off the drinks you were a sweetheart really.

you slide into your regular seat, vernon serving your usual beverage to you. you couldn’t lie, the pub was awfully quiet—not like you were complaining of course. it was just strange. usually there would be a few men scattered around the bar, but today, there were only two.

“vernon. hey, who are they?” in a low whisper you mutter to vernon across the bar table. you signal vernon to the tiny corner table. there is a bulky blond and another awfully pale man. they were not regulars and certainly not from around here. they had royal attire and the presence of authority.

“im not sure m’lady, they came into the bar and looked quite displeased, ordered two beers and have been here since.” vernon didn’t seem to know of the two men, so you decided you would try to ignore their presence to spare the pub from destruction.

you nonchalantly chat with vernon, of course still keeping marks on the two men. suddenly, the blond instantly shoots up from his seat. you restrain yourself from moving, instead, watching his movements from where you were.

“may i be of assistance to you sir?” his steps look hesitant going up to the counter.

“uh yeah, do you know of a woman around here? i think she’s a regular here, right granger?”

“i believe she’s right there.”

“what did you say old man..? ”

“alucard..” i pause. “it’s actually you. what are you doing here?” you were appalled. what would they need from you? were they finally here to kill you? it’s been so long since last seeing them at the monastery. why would they seek you out now?

“_____! you. you are a difficult woman to find! we went through hell and back to find you!” he complains, just like how he always used too. he takes a seat beside you, averting his eyes at the man in the corner, giving you a raised brow.

“my boy, granger here, has been keeping tabs on you.” you have a soft stare towards the man. why would granger seek you out? had he really had his eyes on you for some time now? and you were too dense to notice? you had many questions of your own but alucard pulled you back quickly enough to pause your thoughts.

“listen, he has something to ask you, the sonny boy might not say it—but he will not take no for an answer.” you nod slowly at his request. alucard slides over the counter, giving vernon a strong hold on his shoulders. vernon noticeably tenses and before alucard is able to drag him out through the back door, vernon’s head whips back to you—surely worried for your well-being. you nod in approval, signaling to vernon that you would be perfectly fine, that you would not wreck havoc in his bar.

turning to your side once again, granger appears beside you. he looks forward and away from you. the white streak in his hair sticks out to you. it’s so noticeable from the side. he wears a black leather jacket and a red scarf is wrapped around his neck. the scar going through his right eye has an alluring appearance to it.

though you were appointed a stranger to him, he entrusted his deepest, most dreadful secrets with you. he knew of the information you possessed. he was a mysterious man, even after spending most your years with the man, he was still as strange as the day you met.

it goes quiet for a bit, you didn’t want to bombard granger with questions you knew he wasn't going to answer, so you didn't waste your breath on it.

“the monastery, is it much better?” his lips take a swig of his beer.

if your father was an active operator and died in battle, despite your circumstances, you would be taken in by the monastery in place of your deceased father. it was a rough place, only the best of the best would survive.

in the beginning you refused to listen to them, you would not take orders from anyone besides your parents. but you soon realized, to survive—you must listen, that, or be executed.

you were alone most of your time in the monastery. you were more engrossed in training and searching for any way to leave the monastery as fast as you could.

you were thirteen at the time, sparring with that plump blond kid who talked too much. maybe you could have killed him then. he was an annoying kid who could blabber all day if he wanted too. others caused him great harm—all because he was a little bigger than your average child. you saved him from the mischievous bullies that swore to tie him up and butcher him like a pig—he may not believe it but saving him was an accident—you made a wrong turn in the woods.

after him, you met granger. you would no longer live in misery at the monastery after granger. you didn’t pay much mind to granger—for a while.

one night, on your personal night patrol, a sweet melody coming from the male barracks urged your hunt. the nuns forbid you from going to the barracks of the opposite gender—but that night, you had no self-control and had already been curious for some time.

it was a soft sentimental melody. it soothed you, training harshly at such extreme lengths, this melody had brought you peace. it gave you enough comfort to repeatedly visit his room every night to sit under the window he played from.

“hey! what are you doing here?!” you eyes shoot open and you are quick to pick up your feet and run towards the female barracks—where you belonged. a nun had caught you, and oh—you were in for a great deal of punishment.

truthfully, it was a misunderstanding. but even then they wouldn’t understand that. set for a three day suspension from the training grounds, you were also ordered to give a sincere apology to the boy you were so called lurking on.

“it’s you.”

“yeah. it’s me.” the boy towers over you, watching intently at your every move. you saw how fierce and keen he was on the training grounds, he could kill you right now.

his scar is almost the only thing visible on his face, you don’t even know if it’s the same boy you secretly visited every night. he looks so cold and emotionless. but you were not one to judge—even if he was judging you.

“i apologize, i shouldn’t have been lurking on you. it is my fault.” his eyes are too intimidating to stare at, you just look down at your feet while excusing yourself.

“it’s not your fault, you weren’t lurking.” your eyes go wide at his response.

“what..?” he shrugs.

“i saw you, you visited every night for a week. you sat under my window, i played the same song for you the entire time. i thought you noticed.” your cheeks go red in embarrassment, if apologizing wasn’t overwhelming enough, finding out the boy you’ve been basically stalking saw you—sneaking through the barracks and sitting under his window.

“oh..”

“i can explain!”

“there’s no need to explain, it was just a misunderstanding.” he turns away from you. leaving you a confused mess.

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“_____! why are you not on the training grounds!” alucard huffs, still catching his breath from all the physical activity he’s been doing.

“suspended.”

“what?! _____, what did you do?!” you shrug in response to his question, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. you watch other children from the sidelines, working in their designated weaponry areas.

“granger! it’s granger!” alucard practically shouts in your ear. you flinch from the loud ring, momentarily peeking your head out to get sights on whoever alucard was rambling about.

it’s him, the same boy you apologized to—-two days ago. you begin to grow anxious, watching his swift moves of combat.

“he’s so cool.” alucard stared in awe.

“do you think i can do that _____?” he asked, clearly immersed. you promised yourself to never look at him again, but here you are—under his gaze once again.

“i want to fight you.” you state plainly, even knowing how dangerous he was on the battlefield.

“is this because of the incident the other day? i thought i told you it was a misunderstanding. there is nothing we can do about it.”

“no, i want to test my strength.” granger looks stunned and almost terrified. you looked so determined it honestly shocked him.

“just once.”

“you’re suspended.”

“we can do it in the woods.” he’s hesitant to comply, but your expressions of determination and stubbornness are surely the death of him.

in the end, you lose to the hands of granger.

maybe it was a proposal of becoming friends with him—but you hung out everyday after that.

“_____! t-t-that’s granger!” alucard’s eyes light up in adoration. granger gives you a small glare, you shrug—alucard had just become friends with his role-model.

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the three of you decided a trip to the woods would be a nice getaway. you three were almost of age—meaning your departure from the monastery was coming soon.

“catch you guys later!” alucard leaves early due to business.

departure from the monastery also meant the separation between the three of you. those two dimwits made your days at the monastery a lot more bearable and for them to simply leave like that, was very upsetting.

“i didn't know it was gonna rain.” you look up, small water droplets running down your cheeks and eventually down your entire body. granger pulls you by the arm, gently shoving you under a tree trunk.

“stupid girl.” the space is small, it’s a tiny opening at the bottom of the trunk, only made for one person but you two make the room. you both sit across from each other as silence fills the air and the only audible sound is the pouring rain from above you.

“granger,” you hated the thought of even asking him.

“where are you gonna go after this?” you look at granger, his face is blank. you don’t think he likes your question very much.

“the moniyan empire, the queen requested us as lightborn soldiers.”

“oh.” was all you could utter. you avoid his gaze, holding your thighs close to your chest to create some warmth going through your body. granger’s head is already hitting the top of the tree trunk as he sits uncomfortably.

“that doesn’t mean we won’t see each other.” he mutters after some time.

“what do you mean?”

“your hometown is not too far from lumina city. we can always come visit.”

“right.” you nod, agreeing with his statement. his brows furrow in disappointment—he knew how upset you were. he couldn’t lie himself—-he didn’t know what he was gonna do without you. he could barely handle alucard alone. how could he even handle himself?

“listen closely,”

“i will come get you. do not feel any regret.” you let your arms fall and instead felt him pull you closer. you comply to his actions—as he sets his lips on yours. both your wet clothes sliding against each other’s from the close proximity.

“granger-“ his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer by the inch, hungrier and hungrier for your touch.

“for me to discard you like that—you would have to do something extremely wicked.”

“i doubt that day will ever come.” you relished his words of reassurance as he pulls away from your lips. his eyes look around for any type of emotion in your face, he needed to know how you were feeling.

“granger, i just don’t suppose you would ever come back for me. after we leave the monastery we are all on our own.” you were thrilled for granger. he was going to get promoted at the highest position as soon as he left this place.

“you, are mine. the monastery doesn’t separate us. please, tell me how i could just entirely rid of you, knowing you are my main priority. the monastery didn’t change our nature, the monastery didn’t make us.” granger is thorough with his explanation. his words were plain-spoken however still laced with empathy.

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“you cannot say stuff like that. and then leave.”

“do you understand what i was waiting for?” you blankly declare. granger never looked at you as you spoke, so you didn’t either.

“you just had to wait a little longer.”

“i had waited far too long, you filled my head with lies. i tried to reason.” you discussed as calmly as you could. you had put a restraint on both your heart and emotions.

“i don’t think you understand. i left for you. im not someone you would wanna be around. you told me you had better plans than becoming a demon hunter. was i gonna to be the one who interrupted it?” you kept your eyes locked on anything but him. he was no longer apart of you, in your heart—he was absent.

“and were you one to neglect my feelings? i knew of nothing. i didn’t even begin to think about my own being when you left,” you interject. your eyes burned in frustration, tears threatened to fall from your eyes and you began to raise your voice in resentment.

“my thoughts were only of you, i hated thinking of you even when i didn’t want to. do you understand that?” his eyes, though cold as ice there is a slight sparkle of warmth. it watches each detail of your face. his intentions were unknown to you—but you hoped that he at least spared a spot in his heart for you.

“did you ever even think about how i felt?” your gaze shifts to him, the tension between his silence and your dispute are at battle.

“that irrational act ravished my reliance on you. you acted on my love.” granger takes the harsh truth, still searching for any opening to speak. by now, tears begin to prickle from your eyes. you wipe, wipe, and wipe—but it doesn’t falter.

though, granger’s face may look serene—and maybe even untroubled. he is deeply distraught, though his natural instincts are jittering—commanding him to bring you into an embrace, he knows better than to touch you, knowing how heartbroken you were.

he can’t even watch you without feeling sorrow himself. you weren't meant to be in this much pain. he was clueless as to truly how much agony you were in. it was a solid two years since you had last seen each other, those years—granger never spoke a word.

“you are no longer mine, granger.” you failed to care for yourself while waiting for his arrival. you knew independence and you were not afraid of being alone. but granger uttered those heartfelt words and it never got out of your head. you remembered those words like a prayer and it caused you to lose sight of yourself.

“i may no longer be yours, but you are still mine.” as much as you denied it—you were still his. you couldn’t admit that to him. your hatred against granger was inevitable, no one could change your mind about that. but it was not strong enough. your heart knew the way to go—your heart decided the best way to go about was granger.

“i have told you this far many times, it wasn't supposed to be this way. i want you to understand that. you are still you, as i am me. time is temporary. i had enough fear of losing you to even neglect you like that.” his hand is placed on the back of your head, which was not of your knowledge considering the uncontrollable sobbing mess you were.

“i want you to join me on the battlefield. through that time ill make it up to you. i will show you all the things you have missed out on since our separation.” granger gently stroked the back of your head, tangling your hair through his fingers. you knew his proposal was entirely true—you were going to join him on the battlefield and he would show you all the things you missed out on.

knowing that, you still dread of seeing his face—every single day. granger liked to be alone, he would eat alone, sleep alone, and heal alone. were you really the person to be a nuisance to him? these thoughts ate at your head. through your time apart, granger seemed like he had no problem being alone and without a partner. you couldn’t bare the thought of being a burden to him.

“yes. i want to join you granger.” his eyes twinkle and glimmer in delight at your response. if granger said it—it was gonna to be made true. of all the things he said, it was mostly true. he told you he would come back for you—in a two year span, but he made it happen.

he takes hold of your wrist, placing a delicate kiss upon it. maintaining a strong hold on your eyes with his. his movements are gentle, you had never felt the touch of granger—or practically anyone since some time, it was so foreign to you.

“im glad your love hasn't been deprived of.” if granger was going to be true to his words, then you would never allow your love to perish even if you were in denial or your heart was tentative.

his greatest flaw was his devotion because in all scenarios, he was always going to find a way back whether your heart desired it or not.

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[a-regular-ol-pill]

"I'll win you over."

Mobile Legends; Bang Bang

Pairing; You, Granger | You, Alucard.

SFW

Requested? Yes.

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Word Count; N/A

Third Person Perspective.

Pronouns used for reader; 'They', 'Them', etc..

Prompt;

"I'm not gonna talk to any of you until you make up."

The two boys who were sickly inlove with you were at it again. Arguing over who you deserve and pulling you left and right. Wherever they were, you should be there to stop the previous two friends from ripping each other's head off. It wasn't always like that. It was only after you met them in the aftermath of the attempted Abyss takeover that they changed.

It was almost a year ago since this jealous filled rivalry happened. Ever since the end of the battle with the Abyss.

You were a healer. Like the infamous Estes, who was kidnapped by Alice and was nowhere to be found. But your magic was weaker— because you were the youngest sibling between Estes and Miya. And because of the fact that your sister decided to fight for your people, you; instead decided to help the Princess Silvanna for justice. Miya was upset and worried that you'll get hurt, but she knew it was your destiny to be in the empire.

You reached the empire, just in time to see the devastating loss of the chance of Princess Silvanna getting her brother back. Since then, you joined their team in order to bring back hope. You knew how the princess felt, and got close to her, enough so you could help her cry her emotions out. So, ever since Granger heard your comforting humming to Silvanna— He easily fell deeply inlove with you. Sensing the amount of love and care you can give to someone like him. At least, he hoped you would.

How Alucard fell for you on the other hand, was almost entirely the same thing. He saw how you healed his brother— or father figure; Tigreal. He witnessed how you comforted Harith, the one he swore that he's his younger brother. He even saw how your smile brightened up Harith's tiresome day of rebuilding everything in the empire.

And after they both formed a friendship with you. They both realized the looks both of them were giving to you. They were not happy and planning to share your never-ending love, despite their years of alliance, fighting together, and the trust both of them began to build with each other.

So that's how you got yourself two love needy puppies. If you're allowed to call them that. Though, you're sure if you did. Both of them would be flustered at the nickname for both of them.

"You think they would love you? You literally had a crush on their sibling and now you're switching over to have a crush with them. Did you realize you have no chance of dating Miya, you resorted to her sibling?" Granger spat degrading words at Alucard, earning your attention and making him shut up before Alucard could come back with a cocky comment.

"No fighting! If I hear another argument from the cave, I'm not talking to either of you until you convince me that you're both in good terms!" You exclaimed, an exaggerated sigh escaping from your lips while you traversed inside the cave. Hoping to find the injured man who had requested for help from someone through his niece.

Meanwhile, Alucard and Granger stopped each other from going after you. Letting your words sink in and looking at each other, full of worry. "They're right. We haven't had a nice conversation without bringing up our love for them.." Alucard spoke, speaking out Granger's thoughts and earning a light chuckle from him. "You heard what they said, we should discuss about our love for them first, before fighting."

After that small converse, they went to a nearby lake and talked for a few hours. About how Harith was doing— how they both find Tigreal as their father or brother figure. And then to the main point; Their feelings for you.

It was mutual, the reasons from both parties seemed sincere, and pure. They only wanted your love, in exchange for the same thing. Because of that, they spent another few hours talking about how they'll cherish you, and agreed on one thing— One thing that they'll accept if you choose one of them;

Whoever wins your heart should take care of you, and if they broke the promise, the other would hurt them! Well, at least they mentally agreed on that.

With you, you were worried after the half of the day passed, with neither guys being seen, or heard from. You hoped they didn't severely hurt each other in an argument— or worse.. You just really hoped nothing bad happed to them. Because if there was something that happened. Not only will you fail in keeping two people alive, the empire will be missing two warriors to protect them.

Just then, you saw Silvanna walking back from the entrance, looking relieved and happy while she mindlessly walked along. Wanting to hear a good news about the two's well-being. You called out to her and stopped her in her tracks. "Princess Silvanna! Have you seen the two who've been missing since yesterday?" You called out. Hands falling beside you after you catch up to her.

"Only Silvanna, please." She told you. Flashing you a small smile and continuing; "The two best friends look fine now. They were both shopping for gifts for... someone special." Her tone was a teasing one, her eyes wandering to your flushed face before looking behind you. "Speak of the Empire, they're here for you."

The tone she used had you turning around in a flash, just in time to see Granger hide something in his pocket. He waved at you, noticing Silvanna walking away and furrowing his brows in suspicion. Although, upon seeing your look, he ignored her and stood infront of you.

"I'm so sorry for yesterday, I didn't mean to upset you with the words I said to Alucard." He told you, head looking down in remembrance of his words. You punched his shoulder and gripped the sleeve of his outfit right after. "You should be saying that to Alu, but if you're honest, and you're talking to me.."

Suddenly, your hand was pushed againts his and a foreign object was placed in your palm. You look up, confused until he let go of your hand. Allowing you to see a violin pin inside of a see-through container. Your heart jumped upon seeing the gift. "Yes we have, and we agreed on something, I promise."

Not long after, you felt a pair of hands wrap around your figure. And, as you probably guessed— it was Alucard. "We'll just have to win you over." Alucard smiled, sliding a small replika of his own, small, blade pin next to Granger's small violin pin.

It's just that one problem they need answers to, who will you choose?

I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care of yourself! <3

[pregnant-piggy]

Best Friend

Hermione Granger x reader

this is for @with1love1anu‘s headcanons writing challenge! 

prompt: being best friends with... 

You met Hermione on the train

She was a little eleven year old, walking around with a boy, whom you'd later get to know as Neville Longbottom

She asked you if you had seen the boy's toad and, after noticing you were sitting alone in an compartment, joined you

You weren't best friends immediately

But it built quickly

Hermione had no one beside you

Not that you had much friends either, so you appreciated her company

It was only after the troll incident that she really became your best friend

After that accident she had immediately rushed to you and told you what had happened

She trusted you with her fear of never being enough

You comforted her and told her that she was the smartest person you had ever known and that she should have a litte more confidence in herself

After that night you had gained a friend for life

Hermione was the perfect match for you

She understood your humour

Supported you through everything

Always gave you advice

And she reminded you to take care of herself

But you weren't any less of a friend to her either

She appreciated the hell out of you

She wasn't very communicative and you were her help when socializing with others

You could talk to her for hours

She would always listen to you when you were rambling on about something

Because she knew you would do the same for her

That girl was funny as heck

Her comments were usually only made to you

In class when you were seated in the back

And the teacher said something

Hermione would whisper a sarcastic comment

You could never not laugh

But whenever the teacher turned to you, you both smiled innocently

Being Hermione's best friend also meant that you were friends with Ron and Harry

Because there was no escaping them

Quite literally

Because every time you wanted a moment for yourself one of them would find you

But the four of you were a close group

In fourth year, when Harry was chosen to participate in the tournament and Ron was ignoring him, you and Hermione did all you could to help him

Even after Harry had gone to bed, you and Hermione would try to come up with tips and tricks to show him the next day

You also tried to talk some sense into Ron, but he wouldn't budge

Though he had it easier than Harry

Harry only had you and Hermione, whereas Ron had Dean and Seamus and his brothers

Harry got crazy of Hermione and you

Because he didn't have the inside jokes and just didn't know you so well

Being best friends with Hermione also meant that you spent a lot of time in the library

But over time you had grown to love that place and you understood why Hermione liked it so much

You spent many many hours there, heads in the books and fingers cramped from writing

But you were (almost) always finished on time with your homework and assignments

All thanks to Hermione

In fifth year you helped Hermione manage Dumbledore’s Army

You were always by her side and you would fill her in when she forgot something

In sixth year you were by her side when she fought with Ron

You knew her feelings for the boy and how much it hurt her to see him so oblivious

It was your idea to scream at him until he understood, but Hermione convinced you not to

So instead you had a girls night with her and made her forget about everything for a moment

Of course you joined the three on their search for the horcruxes

It were the most tensed months of your life but you had a lot of support in Hermione

She was a shoulder you could cry on and the person you could always go to when something was bothering you

And you were her support when Ron left

She didn't want to break down in front of Harry

But she would with you

You would just hold her and stay silent, knowing that there were no correct words

In Malfoy's Manor you screamed just as loud as Ron, but soon tears drowned out your voice

After that, when you were safe and well at the Shell cottage, you didn't leave her side

During the war you not only feared your own life but the ones of your friends too

And when Voldemort came back with Harry in his hands you fell into your best friend's arms

Together with her you cried

And you didn't stop crying until Voldemort was defeated

Finally the war was over and real life could begin

You were Hermione's bridesmaid at her wedding with Ron

You held the most beautiful speech and made everyone tear up

You told her you loved her and that she was and would be the best friend anyone could ever had

Because to you she was

And when she got pregnant you were the first one she told

Through the whole pregnancy you were there with her

Listening to her as she talked about Ron's baby fever

Helping her with breathing exercises

Going baby-shopping with her

And when the baby was there, she and Ron asked you to be godparent

Sixty years later you would both be in the same retirement home looking back at a successful life together

And winning bingo by cheating

[specialagentlokitty]

Hermione x reader - Spark

Could you please do “Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?” for a Hermione x Slytherin reader?💞💞 -Anon❤️

You stood overlooking the courtyard, the cool nights air brushing against your skin, robes blowing slightly. Footsteps echoed the halls, turning you turned back to where you were looking. 

“Hello Professor.”

“(L/N). What do you find so fascinating out here?” He asked, turning to face the same direction you were.

“I’m not sure. It’s just... peaceful.”

He didn’t say anything, the pair of you stood there for a few moments in silence until he turned to leave. He looked at you, motioning to his wrist like there was a watch there.

“You must return to your dorm in two hours.”

“Yes sir.”

With that he left, leaving you in silence once again. Sighing softly, you walked outside, perching yourself on the floor, propped up agasit the fountain. Everything was so much more peaceful, it was as if you were the only person in the world. No school, no magic, nothing. Just you and the night sky.

You foot tapped slightly to a tune in your head, you were oblivious to someone watching you until they spoke up.

“(Y/N)?”

Snapping out of your daze, your head shot towards them. A smile twitching the corner of your lip when you realised who it was.

“Hello Hermione, how are you?”

She walked over, sitting in front of you.

“I’m alright, you? What are you doing out here?”

You simply pointed up to the sky, watching as she tilted her head to watch as well.

“Stargazing? You know you can do that in the astronomy tower.”

“I prefer it down here. What brings you down to the courtyard?”

She smiled, pulling books out from under her arms to show you. You smiled slightly as she rambled about each one, her favourite parts and how many times she had read them. Hermione glanced up, freezing when she caught your eyes.

She could see the reflection of the moon in them, turning usually cold (E/C) orbs into a much softer shade. You had an almost unnatural glow about you. Sucking in a breath, she closed her eyes, opening them slowly.

You watched her in curiosity, wondering what she was thinking about.

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?” She whispered.

“No,” you chuckled softly, “but I do believe it is jealous of you, as it holds but a candle to how bright you shine.”

You smiled at how flustered she became, she tilted her head downwards. A nervous laugh leaving her mouth. Leaning forward you grasped her chin between your thumb and index finger, tilting it upwards again.

Her eyes twinkled with joy but slight fear, it was something you never wanted to see mixed together. You never wanted to see fear in her eyes again.

“Now, why did you come out with something like that Hm?” You smirked slightly, leaning back.

“It’s true, you are pretty, beautiful even. I know we don’t talk much because of our different houses, but I’d like to get to know you better.”

“Our houses have no say in what happens here, and if they do they can answer to me. How does Hogsmead sound? Or a trip to London during the holiday?”

“You mean it?” Her face lit up.

“I like you, you are strong, smart, funny and utterly beautiful. As if the sun and the moon had a child. That child being you.”

You grinned when her face went even more red. Taking her hand in yours, you waited for her to respond.

“London is one of my favourite places.”

Laughing, you nodded.

“You’ll have to show me around then.”

Hermione laughed, throwing herself at you. She went to pull away but you pulled her back in, hand clutching the fabric of her jumper slightly. When she pulled away again, her face was only inches from yours. Hermione kissed your cheek, in return you kissed her head.

The pair of you were unaware of the two professors watching, they knew they’d have to get you two in soon, but there was nothing quite like watching young love spark

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