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when they feel insecure in a relationship / ultear milkovich
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ultear doesn’t show insecurity easily.
she is impeccable in posture, in emotional control, in that cold, elegant composure of hers.
so when she starts feeling insecure… she withdraws in subtle ways: speaks less, goes back to choosing every word carefully, seems one step away from pulling back altogether.
for most people, the change goes unnoticed.
or she simply starts blaming herself for everything, like when she used last aegis.
but to you? it’s as obvious as a storm rolling in.
the trigger, however, is often internal.
a random comment, a tiny mistake, someone mentioning her past.
sometimes, all it takes is seeing you laugh with someone else for a few minutes, and her mind already runs straight to the worst scenario.
it’s not jealousy — it’s fear of not being enough.
fear that you’ll realize “too late” that she doesn’t deserve someone as good as you.
she tries to hide it.
ultear hates looking weak.
so she becomes the master of emotional escape.
“i’m busy.”
“it’s just fatigue.”
“we can talk later.”
all said with a smile that’s a bit too calculated.
but her body gives her away.
her hand trembles a little before reaching for yours.
she looks away too quickly.
her touch becomes light, almost weightless, as if she’s afraid you might pull back.
when you ask what’s wrong…
she freezes.
literally holds her breath.
what comes next is always a half-broken, half-rehearsed confession:
“i just… don’t understand why someone like you would stay beside someone like me.”
ultear feels… “marked.”
no matter how much she’s changed, no matter her redemption, she always fears that you only see the scars.
fears that one day you’ll realize there are “better” people for you.
people without mistakes. without blood on their hands.
and that’s when you become her safe place.
you always speak gently.
ultear needs firmness, not harshness — she already punishes herself enough.
when you explain what you feel, when you hold her hand without hesitation, when you tell her she deserves love… it’s like melting years of ice built around her heart.
she melts. slowly, but completely.
she rests her forehead against yours, breathes deeply, tries to absorb every word.
her voice becomes softer, almost vulnerable:
“thank you… for not giving up on me.”
after that, ultear compensates.
she starts hugging you from behind more often.
holding your hand more firmly.
watching you with that warm, almost devoted gaze.
as if she keeps repeating in her mind:
“they chose me.”
but the insecurity comes back sometimes.
and that’s okay.
because ultear is learning, day after day, that relationships aren’t built on perfection.
and that you’re there for her. always.
not for the ultear of the past —
but for the ultear she allows herself to be with you.
the night was far too quiet.
you and ultear had spent the entire day on yet another mission with crime sorcière and were now resting in a small improvised shelter near a river. it was the kind of setting that usually soothed ultear — the sound of running water, the gentle wind rustling the trees, the intentional solitude she valued so much.
but tonight… something about her was off.
not enough for anyone else to notice.
but enough for you to sense immediately.
she had stepped a little away, sitting near the edge of the river, knees pulled close to her chest, staring at her own hand as if studying a memory that refused to fade. the moonlight lit her face, and for the first time since you started getting close, she looked… small.
not fragile.
just human (not that she wasn’t).
you approached slowly, sitting beside her.
ultear didn’t turn, but the tension in her shoulders told you everything.
“can i sit here?” you asked softly.
she gave a slight nod.
silence followed. long, tense, heavy.
ultear never talked when she was like this.
but you already knew this kind of quiet.
“ultear…” you said gently. “what’s going on?”
for a moment, she stayed rigid.
then something inside her simply… gave way.
she let out a breath she seemed to have been holding for hours, and only then did she look at you — and what you saw wasn’t coldness, nor calculation.
it was fear.
“you laughed so much with meredy today…” she murmured, barely audible. “and i realized that… nothing about me is as light as she is.”
you blinked, surprised.
ultear clasped her own hands, staring at her fingers.
“sometimes i really wonder… why you’re with me,” she said, voice gentle but wounded.
“i’m not easy. i’m not fun. i’m not… clean. i have a past that should scare any sane person away.”
she bit her lip, hesitating.
“and i’m afraid… that one day you’ll realize that.”
you moved closer without thinking, placing your hand over hers — and she froze, as if that touch was more powerful than any spell.
“ultear,” you said, firm but gentle.
“i’m not with you despite your past. i’m with you because you chose to change. because you fight every single day. and because you let me see who you truly are… even when you’re scared.”
her eyes glimmered in the moonlight — not from tears, but from pure emotion. a kind of vulnerability she showed to no one else.
“i’m not going anywhere,” you finished, giving her hand a soft squeeze.
for a moment, ultear remained completely still.
then she leaned into you, resting her forehead on your shoulder, her fingers gripping your shirt like she needed the contact to hold herself together.
“thank you…” she whispered, her voice fragile.
“you always say exactly what i need to hear.”
you smiled, slowly running a hand along the back of her neck, feeling the tension melt away.
she turned her face, resting her cheek against your collarbone, seeking more closeness than she would ever admit out loud.
“i get scared sometimes,” she confessed. “scared of feeling this much for you.”
“i feel a lot for you too,” you answered honestly. “but you don’t have to be afraid of that. i’m here.”
ultear breathed deeply, as if storing your words inside her chest.
then she lifted her face, meeting your eyes with an expression that was entirely hers — soft, intense, full of meaning.
she leaned closer, bringing her lips to yours, but stopping right before touching, like she was giving you the chance to pull back.
but you didn’t.
the kiss came slow, warm, careful.
full of the vulnerability she never allowed herself to show.
a silent request.
an even quieter promise.
and when she finally pulled back just a little, ultear rested her forehead against yours again.
“thank you for choosing me,” she said sincerely.
“today… and always.”
and that night, every small insecurity she carried found a safe place to rest — right there, in your arms.
