As a petal on the river stream, the days take me by slowly. The sun still shines between the branches of leafy trees above me; it's komorebi, I think, the Japanese would call it. It's a peaceful feeling, a specific warmth of the season.
It's cruel.
How does the light still exist in a world without you? How is nature still moving on with its cycle, when you're not here to see it? How dare these flowers bloom, these birds sing, these days keep passing?
I want to bury my hands deep in the earth and rip them out by the roots, for there should be no beauty anymore. I want to stone these creatures that dare remind me that here comes another morning that I have to face alone. I want to dig my nails deep into my eyes and never see another dawn again, and blind myself to this existence, because existence is all it is now.
How could I dare to live when you haven't?
Everything's just as it was, as it'll be tomorrow, too. But there's no good left in me to look up into the sky and breathe in how lucky we are for the stillness of history.
Like a single petal thrown into the river stream, I'm disconnected.
I was proud to be a small part of you and nothing more. I was content to complement your grace, to stand in the shadow of your gentleness. When you were kind, I was happy to witness it, even though I knew there was no kindness in me. And, like a petal ripped away from what it belonged to, I, too, will wither away. I'll cry until I dry up, I'll crush myself under the weight of this loneliness, I'll bleed until the colours fade from my cheeks and I'm a shell of who I was supposed to be.
I am not, without you.
How would I even dare be?
And the soft breeze and the starry night skies and the warm afternoons and those yellow-greenish butterflies and the laughs of others and the sounds of the ocean, how can they dare be?
As time goes right through me, I imagine a place where we lay under the shade and the sun shines on your hair, and there's no absence of your softness ever again as you touch me. It's komorebi, and, for a moment, it makes me smile.
How dare I?
a/n: i was crying when I wrote it sorry if it has mistakes
Hi, may I request for a law and kidd (separate) on how they'd react to their s/o (fem) that she's bi and admits to having a girlfriend in the past? If so, do they accept her or...? Sorry if a bit... Detailed.
Kid and Law reacting to their partners being bi
cw: she/her!reader; bisexual reader; mentions of sexy times, but nothing explicit.
wc: 1.1k
Law:
Law always knew. He's seen you… interact with women and men before you two got together, and never had a problem with it.
However, he does feel a little hurt that you have more romantic experience than him, and it might be read the wrong way.
"How… How do you feel about our future? Together, I mean." He asked a bit awkwardly one night, lips against your forehead as you lay in each other's arms.
"I don't know. I would like to be with you for as long as we can."
"As long as we can?"
You closed your eyes. "We're pirates, Traf. If one day it's not safe or smart for us to be together, then I wouldn't want to stand in your way." Law sat up in the bed, looking at you with concern in his golden eyes. Where was all of this coming from? "I had a girlfriend a long time ago." You explained. "She wanted to join a crew and I thought I'd go with her, but she didn't want me there. Thought I'd slow her down, hold her back. She wasn't wrong, I mean, I know I get so worried when we're fighting. If you ever felt the same, I wouldn't blame you, ya'know?"
Law's face was contorted with something you didn't quite understand. It worried you for a bit. Was he distraught by the revelation you weren't straight? Was he angry you didn't tell him before?
"You had a girlfriend." He states, and the way the word seems heavy on his tongue puts you at unease.
"Yes. Does that bother you?"
"I thought I was your first partner too." His eyes avoid yours, embarrassed. You knew Law wasn't the most emotionally open person, but the realisation that you're his first ever relationship is still a bit shocking. "But I'm not upset. I'd never be upset over something like this. I'm just…"
"Just a bit conflicted?"
"Something of the sort." He pondered a bit more, lips a thin line. "To be clear, you'd never hold me back. If anything, knowing you worry makes me want to be stronger, so you don't have to. So I can protect you. And if we ever cross this ex of yours, I'll make sure to rip her heart out for hurting you."
You giggled, knowing that if your boyfriend's crude sense of humour was back, you were good.
"Don't be jealous now."
"'Got no reason to be." He whispered, nuzzling his face in your neck, kissing the little marks he left there a while ago. "She lost. They all lost. You're mine now."
"Yours. For as long as you have me."
"Forever then."
Kid:
Kid threw hands because someone called him a "lil' fag" at a bar once, but you never fully understood if it was because they implied he's gay or if it was just the disrespect — or if it was just Kid being Kid, he will throw hands anytime for any reason.
It still made you kind of sceptical of coming out to him.
Until you bumped into your ex.
Kid had dragged you out of the ship to look for metal scraps in a shady market, and you were waiting a bit behind him when you heard a voice calling your name. A few feet to your left stood your ex girlfriend, waving happily. You had parted ways amicably, the relationship just wasn't working and you both wanted very different things, besides, you had grown to be much more like friends, rather than romantic partners. You walked up to her and she immediately hugged you tight.
"Oh gosh! I missed you so much! It's been so long!"
You laughed at her excitement, hugging her back. "Hey. Missed you too. How have you been, why are you so away from the island?"
"Oh, I got married! She's in the marine, so we're switching places constantly."
"Wow, congrats! So… the Marine is here now?" You tensed up and she noticed, so she took your hands in hers, a soothing habit from when you were together.
"No, don't worry. I know you're with a pirate crew now. 'Ve seen your wanted poster and all. We're with a small ship to make urgent repairs. Sea kings." She shrugged. "We're actually heading to Sabaody."
"That's great! I was there a while ago. Go to Shakky's bar, she's amazing. Best bourbon in the area."
"You still remember it, hun? Cute."
She lifted her hand to pinch your cheek when you felt a presence behind your back, her wrist being grabbed by a metal hand, a flesh one curling around your waist to pull you away from her.
"Hands off."
"Sorry." Your ex smiled. "Didn't know you were with someone too."
"She doesn't have to tell you shit, now get off her personal space."
"Relax, Eustass. We were just talking, she's… an old friend of mine."
Kid looked at you weirdly, sensing your hesitation, but he let go of her wrist and stepped back. "We gotta head back before they notice all the shit I stole, come on."
"I'm sorry." You whisper.
"It's okay, babes." She gave you a quick hug. "Good luck out there."
You follow Kid's steps quietly while he takes a turn to an empty road so no one will see the huge bag of pillage on his shoulder.
"I'm not stupid, ya' know? That was no friend." He turns to look at you. "I fucked people before. I know you fucked other people before as well. You could've just said."
"It's different, Kid."
"How?"
"She's not 'people', she's another woman."
"And?! If anything, that's hot." You rolled your eyes at him. Of course, that'd be his reaction. "But I don't care, honestly. I know I come off all macho sometimes, but I thought you'd know me better to trust me with it. Not that you have to tell me shit about your sexuality, like…"
He mumbled away before you interrupted him: "I get it, Kid. I'm sorry for doubting you."
"I'm sorry for being an ass. She seemed decent." You just side hugged him as you walked back to the ship. "And if ya ever miss girls, I won't mind partaking in something different for once."
"Sure, Eustass. We just gotta do it with another guy first, what do you think?"
"Like Killer?"
Well, that made you stop in your tracks. "That was a fast answer."
He blushed a bit, but before you could ask more the noise of men running in your direction made you both have to race.But oh, you were going back to that one later, definitely.
a/n: kid is also bi, there's no straight punk people. i hope you liked this and sorry for the long wait <3
kawari nante inai yo
(there's no way to replace you)
anata no nioi omoidasenai nami ni saratte
(i can't remember your scent it's taken away by the waves)
Kento,
There's something about losing the people you love. Something others don't tell you, for I don't think none of us know how to properly express it. There's the denial, the anger, the bargaining, the depression, but I don't think the acceptance ever comes. There's something about knowing the one you lost was the one: the realisation happens at the same time. And how are any of us supposed to move on, knowing that death is nothing if not love's apex?
How am I supposed to move on, as if the coffee I drink in the morning isn't bitter because I could never brew it with the same patience you did? As if the smell of freshly baked bread on my way to work wasn't enough to bring me to my knees? As if the crowded streets weren't filled with faceless people, for I can't handle the thought of thinking I saw you, only to chase after a stranger?
How am I supposed to fall for a stranger, when the textures of you are home to my fingertips? And there's always those who say "give it time", but I don't want to, Kento. I don't want to wait until the day I forget how soft your hair felt, or how your lips were often chapped, or how your skin was warm above mine. I don't want to give time the right to erase you from me, so someone else can paint me again, my heart is not a canvas, it's a gift and I've given it to you and you took it away, cause you were taken away from me and it's so unfair.
Great. Now I ruined the paper.
This is the worst part. The crying. Knowing you'll never hold me while I do it again, that I'll have to endure this alone. I feel so selfish, Kento. What was I supposed to do? Begged you to stay in a job that you hated, a job where people only cared about money, when you've always cared for others? I wish I could blame you, say you were the selfish one, choosing your morals over me, choosing to help instead of playing by the winner's rules and staying safely in my arms. Was I not enough? To take away the stress, to keep your worries at bay?
No. I know better. You were good, so good you couldn't even see it. That’s why you did it. That's why I love you.
Gosh, I love you so much, Kento.
I am terrified of the day I'll inevitably say you're the one I loved the most. I can't even stand the thought of it. If I leave all this love in the past, will I still have it? Do I have more love to spare, if I throw this one away, when it drowns out my whole heart?
I miss you so much, saying I miss you isn't even enough anymore. Maybe this is the saudade I've heard so much about. I've slept in your clothes, read the books you've always wanted to but never did, I've booked a flight to a whole other country, but instead of packing my bags I'm here, scribbling away, delusional in my grieving, feverish with the desire of you. I only had half a body to mourn, Kento. How cruel is that?
How much more cruel can all of this get?
Promise me, if there's an afterlife, you'll be waiting.
And, if there's another life after this one, find me.
I haven't been able to find myself without you anyhow.
Yours.
for @tojiphilia and @arozaur 's nothing breaks like a heart collab.
hatsue this is prism I'm dying why is all might so hot? ok bye
why don't we ask him @champion-prism
All Might having a day off was a rare occurrence, but it did happen, every once in a while. And, in those days, he wanted nothing more than to stay in bed all day with you, reading and cuddling and snaking to his heart's content.
So, you were there, enjoying each other's presence with some books in hand and a trail of fruits on the bedside table. Well, he was at least. For the last ten minutes or so, you've just stared at him, eyes squinting with every little move he made.
"Honey, are you okay?" Toshi asked, putting his book down, voice a bit concerned. Maybe you wanted some attention? Or to go do something else and he wasn't getting the idea?
Instead of answering, you climbed on his lap and cradled his face in your hands, thumbs delicately caressing his cheekbones. You looked him in the eyes, seriousness covering your expression: "Why are you so handsome, sir?".
He had to hold back a laugh. "Is that what's bothering you, darling?"
"Of course! How am I supposed to enjoy my book when you're right here looking all beautiful and hot and ugh!" You sighed and gave him a very passionate peck, followed by butterfly kisses on his whole face, effectively making him laugh now, the thunderous sound coursing through you.
"Well, I do have to keep up with you, don't I?" He winked and you rolled your eyes, pulling him in for a proper kiss.
"I love you", you whispered against his lips. His hands carefully pulled your hips, bringing you closer to him. "Because I'm 'beautiful and hot and ugh', is that it?" A series of playful slaps were delivered to his shoulder. "I'm joking, honey, have mercy!"
"You're wrong, though. I love you because you're beautiful," A pause and a kiss. "Hot," another kiss. "Kind," kiss. "Considerate," kiss. "Selfless," kiss.
Before you could continue, Toshinori's hand caged your face, bringing your lips to his with such care you couldn't help but sigh into the kiss, resting your weight on him as you relaxed.
"I love you too. You have no idea how much."
"Well, mister Might, you can always show me."
He smiled, turning the two of you in the bed so you were under him.
"Oh, darling, I will."
No more reading was done, and you may have had to ask for the next day off too.
a/n: this could've been more horn-knee, but I feel like loving him a bit today
omg omg could you to another version of jjk × insomniac reader including yuuji and megumi ??
Jujutsu Kaisen boys with an insomniac S/O:
warnings: none!
Fushiguro Megumi:
Megumi stays up late every once in a while, so he notices. But even if he didn't, he'd still figure something was off because of how attentive he is.
Not sure how to approach it, though. 'Gumi doesn't want to overstep, so he starts doing small things like taking some tea to your room around an ideal bedtime or switching pillows with you, 'cuz he knows his smell is comforting to you.
Summons his divine dog to keep an eye on you and make sure you're not waking up in the middle of the night. It almost gave you a heart attack (can you imagine waking up and seeing huge eyes staring down at you?).
"Sorry, I just wanted to... I don't even know what I was thinking."
Comfort him about his efforts, and you might convince him to be your cuddle buddy during the night. Don't let Gojo learn of this, though, or Megumi will never have peace again.
Itadori Yuji:
Sukuna does not shut up during the night, so unless Yuji is super tired physically, he's also unable to sleep.
He'll invite you to train with him, run errands for the teachers, play sports, basically anything that keeps you active and awake. You have no choice but to sleep like a rock later.
If you're too tired to do all of that (it's hard to keep up with his energy nonetheless), he'll ask for his teachers' help, so you'll either end up eating sweets and watching bad movies or at the hospital to see a doctor with Dad Nanamin by you guys' side.
However, Yuji's support truly shines when you're sleepless. He's very affectionate, stroking your head or back, drawing circles in your arms and belly, just slowly calming you down with physical contact.
He might get in trouble for sleeping in your room constantly, but it's worth it.
hope you like this! I'm not using to writing about the students, so sorry if it's a little off. :)
gabi and falco can't stand the tension between reiner and his oblivious crush, so they decide to do something about it. when it fails, it's reiner turn to try.
warnings: she/her!reader (no body description, but reader is ref. to as miss/she/her). set after the timeskip, but before the eps of season four. reiner's depression and ptsd are mentioned.
Spring and its festivities, once again, arrived at Marley faster than Reiner could have predicted. Even though the days seemed to crawl through him, dragging his thoughts along with the tortuously slowly passing hours, the seasons had still changed in the blink of an eye.
He laid in bed, looking out the window at the blossoming trees, the crushing weight on his chest contrasting with the soft colours around him, the sounds of happy chattering seeming to mock the threatening silence of the guilt in his guts. It had been four years since he returned from Paradis, and yet he hadn't managed to escape the memories eating him away from his family and friends. Sure, Reiner was now a hero that got smiled at and waved at in the streets. People would send all kinds of delicacies and trinkets to his house as a way of showing their gratitude for fighting those dirty, foul demons on the island. His mother would even find the eventual love letter shoved in the baskets, but he never cared for reading them. No amount of well-intended words could suppress the sins he committed.
And you knew it.
When he first arrived back, you weren't there to cheer him and the other warriors along with the rest of the people. Instead, you chose to give him some space to settle in and came to see him during the night after dinner, knocking on his window as you used to when you were kids. You smiled at him, a bouquet of yellow tulips and white camellias in your hands. He helped you in, his heart racing and his tongue heavy.
"'Hey, Reiner. I know you must be super tired, but I picked up a few flowers earlier and thought you might like some. Just a little welcome back gif—"
Your words got cut out as Reiner threw himself in your arms, hugging you tightly. He had grown quite a bit, engulfing you with his body, but he felt just like the boy you befriended so long ago. Rocking on your feet, you rubbed his back and hair. Under the candlelight and surrounded by your comforting presence after a day of being pushed around and smothered by the town's folk, Reiner broke down.
"He's gone. I left him. I left him."
Berthold. Gossip spread like wildfire about those that didn't make it back. You heard your neighbours cussing out the devils for taking the Colossal and Female Titan from the army, about what a terrible loss it was to Marley's war power. And you got mad, sure, but not at the same people they were. How could no one think of how the others were feeling? How was the war the first thing in these people's minds, instead of those who had just lost their loved ones? Instead of the rest of the warriors that saw their friends get snatched away from them?
Dawn had come up by the time Reiner slept, but you stayed by his side, not wanting him to wake up alone. You turned that into a small routine: every once in a while, you'd take him flowers, mostly white and pink roses, since he grew fond of those, and then he'd hold you close and rest better than ever, even if it was just a quick nap before you both went back to your chores.
Of course, you thought you were being sneaky, despite it being clear to everyone around how much you're mere presence brought Reiner into a state of contentment. He would find ways to see you through the days, although his cornucopia of duties kept him occupied. Even when he promised to spend time with his younger cousin, he somehow (and supposedly unintentionally) walked towards the general direction of where you lived or worked.
"Ugh, if you're so in love, just confess it to her already!" Gabi groaned after Reiner had seen you from afar and started smiling like a damn fool — as he usually did. The older Braun blushed, stuttering to find a way to retort.
"What would you know about love, kid?"
"Not much, but I don't have to when you look at her like that! Even dumbass Falco sees it."
Reiner didn't have an answer.
He also didn't deny anything.
Those words stayed with him, though. And he started holding you a little tighter, started noticing how soft your lips were against his skin when you gave his stubbled cheek butterfly kisses. He was, inarguably and without a doubt, in love with you.
And, sometimes, when you lulled him to sleep and lingered close to the corners of his mouth with your own and when he heard your breath hitch when his hands held your waist to help you steady yourself, he fell under the impression that you might love him too. As fast as these observations surfaced, he was twice as fast to dismiss them. How could you love him, knowing what he did? How could you ever love him after seeing all the ugly, weak parts of him? Fuck, there were days he could barely get his ass out of bed to eat something, days where the images of the children and friends that died because of him would have him sobbing his eyes out. How dared he aspire to your love when he could barely take care of himself?
"Reiner, dear?" His mom's voice pulled him out of the stupor of memories. "Gabi and Falco are here. They want to see you!"
"I'll be right there!"
Reiner washed up before going to the living room, Gabi immediately jumping at him.
"Reiner! Have you asked her?"
He frowned. "Asked who and what, kid?"
"Miss (y/n). Have you asked her to the fair? It's tonight." Falco concluded.
Ah, yes, the little fair that happened every spring at the small park the eldians in Marley had. Inviting someone to go with you was almost always the first step into a relationship, an unspoken tradition amongst the younger generations. He got asked a few times but politely denayed. "Too much work, I'm sorry," he justified.
"Are you going to ask (y/n) out, dear?" His mom chimed in. Before he could respond, she started chattering: "You two make such a lovely couple, and I'd appreciate it if you could give me some grandchildren. All of you have grown up so fast! I miss having little kids around the house. You were a handful, of course, but it was so worth it, you'll see!"
"Mom! Grandchildren?" He gasped, blushing at the thought of a cute, chubby baby that looked like the two of you but also thinking back to an argument they had a few months ago. Karina asked if he had someone in his heart and encouraged him to do so, claiming it'd do him good and maybe give her some babies. Things escalated quickly, and she ended up shouting about not wanting to be alone when the Titan's curse inevitably snatched him from her. "One thing at the time, ok?"
"Yeah, he needs to grow some balls first and ask her out."
"Gabi, language. Also, shouldn't you be worried about your training instead of my love life?"
"My training is going great. I don't have to worry about it. Your love life, on the other hand..."
Reiner sighed, used to his cousin's bluntness but not in the mood for it. "I have to go to work. I'll see you all later."
He kissed his mother's forehead and left. Karina, in turn, went to the kitchen to mind the house chores, upset about her son's denial. She knew she had gone too far, but god, anyone with a single functioning brain cell could see how madly in love you two were. Her son was not stupid. The reasons why he was acting like this were beyond her understanding.
"You shouldn't have said that, Gabi." Falco scolded her softly.
"You didn't help at all! I should've asked Udo to tag along."
Falco gasped. "Well, I'm not sharing my plan to get him to ask her out then!"
"Ha! As if you'd have a plan."
"I do."
"It's probably dumb."
"It is not!"
"Doubt."
"I'm going to send (y/n) flowers on Reiner's name with a note asking her out, and then I'll just say there's an emergency at the fair and they need him, so he'll go, and they'll work it from there!"
"What emergency would you even make up?"
"I... Well, I haven't gotten to that part yet."
"See? It's dumb! But, lucky for you, my friend Falco, I'm here."
Gabi smiled, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. 'Oh no', Falco thought as she explained his very own plan back to him.
Later, while in your job, a postman came to give you a bouquet of roses, red roses. "You're one lucky gal! My daughter tried to talk to him, but he never even spared her a look." Frowning over the weird comment, you took the flowers and read the small card that came with them — the card the postman had read as well, you realised, as it said in a bit shaken cursive: "I hope to see you at the spring fair. Reiner."
Your emotions were in overdrive. Did Reiner really mean this as you were reading it? It was obvious you were head over heels for him. The only reason you hadn't confessed was out of wanting him to heal first. You knew how scared he was because of the war, and the last thing you wished was to add to his already constantly overwhelmed heart.
"(Y/N)!" Your boss screamed, and you carefully put the flowers away before going back to work, your mind lost in what you would be wearing later.
Later, Reiner walked out of a meeting that had gone about as bad as all the others. The setting sun painted the sky a pretty rose colour, and it made him think of you, of the warmth you brought into his life. Maybe his mom and Gabi were right. A small voice in his head whispered about how you'd never like someone as broken as him, how you'd leave, how he'd be alone again. But didn't you see how broken he was? And hadn't you stayed?
So, he changed his usual path.
He went to the nearest flower shop.
And Falco, who was supposed to attract him to the park, couldn't find Reiner for the life of him. When he ran back to Gabi, desperately fumbling over his words to explain why he was late and alone, you had already left, trying to convince yourself that something must have held him back at the quarters, but hurting nonetheless.
You were getting ready for bed, crickets and cicadas shushing away your sad thoughts when someone knocked on your door. Reiner stood there, holding a trio of white roses, a shy smile on his face that soon disappeared when he noticed your swollen eyes. "(Y/n)? What happened?"
You laughed through your nose. How could Reiner think bringing you some more flowers would fix that he left you waiting for him for hours, watching as other couples danced away under the wooden gazebo? Did he think it wasn't a big deal to fill you with hope, just to empty it of you?
"Reiner, I'm not sure I want to see you right now. I understand you must have had your reasons to skip our..." You cut yourself. "To skip the fair, but..."
"The fair? What are you talking about?"
"Reiner, I'm talking about the invitation you sent me! The red roses?"
"What?! I didn't send you anything!" His brain made a quick connection, and he cringed. "Can I see this invitation, please?"
"My folks are sleeping. Wait here while I fetch it." You walked in and came back with a bouquet and a card. He took them, counting the flowers before anything else. 13. He sighed, looking at the small note and closing his eyes in frustration.
"(Y/n), I didn't send you these. The calligraphy here? It's Gabi's. She has been bugging me to ask you out, but I never imagined she'd resort to this type of thing. I am sorry. Besides, I've learned some things about giving flowers in my time away, and thirteen roses mean eternal friendship. That is not what I feel, at least not at all."
"Reiner..."
"I know you can't talk much here, so would you like to go to my house? My mother went to my uncle's. I could make you some tea, and we could talk. If you want, you don't have to!"
You took a deep breath. "Lead the way, Reiner."
Back at his place, Reiner made the two of you some warm tea and guided you into his room to have some more privacy, even if it was only the two of you. Only the two of you. Gosh, that thought alone sent the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy.
"I'm sorry again. About Gabi."
"It's alright. She's just a kid after all."
"Yeah, but if I hadn't been acting like a coward for so long, she wouldn't have felt the need to do that." Reiner put his cup down at the bedside table, hand reaching shyly for yours. "I can't even put in words what you mean to me. Your support these last years is what keeps me going. Seeing you happy keeps me going. Knowing that even with all the things I did, you'd somehow be there for me at the end of the day is what keeps me going. I want to give back some of what you've given me, some of the comprehension and affection. I want to give you my love, (y/n). If you'd take it."
Reiner kept his eyes at your hands, fearing, waiting for the inevitable rejection, for the confirmation of his worst fears. Instead, your fingers intertwined and squeezed his.
"Rei, look at me. Please." So he did, and your soft smile shined something so bright inside his heart that it burned his insecurities away. "I want nothing more than to be loved by you, Reiner. As long as you let me love you too."
"I'm yours, do to me whatever you want." He whispered, eyes tearing up.
"Don't tempt me, Rei." You two laughed, leaning into each other. His other hand cupped your cheek. His voice was low, deep: "Can I kiss you?"
"Please, Reiner."
And his lips were on yours, at first just a brush, as if he was making sure you were there and this was real. Then a feverish crash, his hands quickly moving on your body to bring you impossibly closer to him, onto his lap, tongues exploring each other's mouths until his mouth ventured to your neck. His stubble tickled you into squirming away a little bit, a sigh leaving both of you.
"I should shave," he said into the skin of your shoulder. You pulled his face to look into his eyes, so much adoration inside them you wondered how much was his and how much was a reflection of your own.
"Don't. I like it. You're just gonna have to get me used to the feeling".
To prove your point, you kissed his jaw, moving his chin in your hands to cover every piece of his face with appreciation. He chuckled, basking in the attention.
"I can do that. I can definitely do that," Reiner pulled you to him again, the fresh breeze of spring and the smell of the night-blooming jasmines veiling you from the rest of the world night in.
The next morning, you'd both be late, with a lot of explaining to do.
Thinking about how Erwin is the softest father any child could ever wish for.
warnings: afab!reader, no pronouns, pregnancy talk, me being a sap.
When your daughter was born, he held her so carefully, so gently, one could've thought he'd done it countless times before. He cried, he wept with her, so thankful for every breath she took in his arms and every drop of sweat on your body, proof of the effort you made to bring her into the world, a world that Erwin would make sure she'd always feel welcomed into.
His voice soothes her during the nights, giving you rest. You offered to help with her beyond when she was hungry, but he refused every time. "You've spent nine months carrying her, dear. It's my turn now."
And he took his words very seriously. The little stroller you got as a gift from Levi went almost unused, for Erwin would keep your baby girl in his arms, nestled into his chest or neck the entire time of your daily walks. When she grew up some more, he'd prop her upon his shoulders, the wind carrying away her giggles as she held tight to her father's hair.
"She's gonna make you bald, you know?" Hange teased him during lunch once, trying to get a rise out of the ever so calm man.
"It's fine by me," Erwin answered, keeping his hold on the little girl firm. Later, in the comfort of your bed, he whispered: "You don't actually think I'm going bald, right?" You had a good laugh that night.
Erwin's gentleness shone in the way he'd teach her about every new thing. On how he sat down on the grass with her, showing her that these new textures were nothing to be afraid of. On how he hummed while bathing her, focused on cleaning between the little rolls of her neck and behind her knees. On how he'd tell her stories every night, never repeating a single one.
"I don't know how you're so creative." You mused once.
"As long as she wants to hear, I don't think I can go out of stories to tell her."
"We could always have more."
He laughed, holding you by the waist and kissing your temple.
"As long as you want to bear my children, dear, I won't go out of love to give them. And I promise I'll never go out of love for you, however many people I have to share my heart with."
He kissed you softly, almost as soft as his words, almost as lovingly as his actions.
