BBG CAME HOME AFTER ONE TEN PULL! VIL DID THE SAME THING WHEN I PULLED FOR HIS BIRTHDAY CARD! POMEFIORE

BBG CAME HOME AFTER ONE TEN PULL! VIL DID THE SAME THING WHEN I PULLED FOR HIS BIRTHDAY CARD! POMEFIORE AS BLESSED ME!!!

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Ophelia's River

Characters: Multifandom. Bungou stray dogs, twisted wonderland, genshin impact, demon slayer, jujutsu kaisen, your faves

Summary: They find you, but only sorrow is held in their hearts

Warnings: Death, suicide, angst

Neuvillette, Kaeya, Ayato, Diluc, Alhaitham, Zhongli, Xiao, Malleus, Lillia, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Riddle, Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Giyuu, Tengen, Tanjiro, Sanemi, Douma, Muzan, Gojo, Geto, Megumi, YOUR FAVES

It was a usual sunny day, birds chirping, and flowers blooming. A scene out of a fairy tale, one might say, but the clouds darkened over the bright horizon. There was a river, a beautiful sight really, surrounded by small flowers and leaves from the trees that floated down. It was quite calming, if it weren’t for the far away thunder from the dark clouds. A seemingly young man, blissfully unaware, walked in the peaceful scene as he admired the beauty

What he didn't notice was what laid in the cold running river. In the river, one with beautiful clear water running through and leaves that acted as little boats, laid a figure in a beautiful gown. They were lifeless and surrounded by gorgeous flowers that were freshly picked, and that lifeless body was you. Your hands were out, as if you took a knife to the chest. The man, your former lover, finally saw what was in the river where the drowning flowers drowned with the love of his life.

He wanted to scream, scream so loud that it shook the trees but he couldn't. His mouth was agape as he stared at his lifeless lover that laid dead in the stream. He wanted to pull you out, and save you but you were beyond saving. He noticed the gorgeous dress that you laid in was one he bought them for an outing. An outing that was going to happen that night, but now it's lost to the ever running river that killed his darling.

Tears streamed down his face, joining in the running river. He fell to his knees at the edge of the river bed, it now a deathbed for his darling love. He didn't want to believe you were dead, denial plagued his heart. He choked back many sobs as he tried to keep his composure in hopes his love would miraculously wake up. But when you didn't, it shattered his heart.

What was holding him back from jumping in that river and drowning by your side? He could have done it, but something kept him stuck to his knees on the riverbed. He let the tears flow as he let go of all his dignity. No one was watching him except your lifeless corpse. He noticed a flower floating his way in the river current.

He gently scooped it out of the cold water, its petals dripping little water droplets on his leg. He gently touched the petals as he was reminded of you. All the memories he held close that involved you were never to be had again. Realization hit him hard as more tears overflowed from his eyes. The flower was from you, and he kept it close to him.

Finally regaining his strength, he pulled you out of the cold water. Your dress was darker as the water soaked it. He placed you gently on the riverbed, brushing back your soaking wet hair from your face. Your eyes were dull and your lips parted slightly. Never were you to smile at him again with those bright and love filled eyes of yours.

There was an odd beauty in your death that he saw. He carried your lifeless body to a place that you both had gone to together. He took extra care to bury a hole deep enough to gently place you within it. He covered your dull eyes, not wanting to see you look at him like that. He threw many beautiful flowers within the hole as they laid on your still body, sticking to your dampened dress.

He covered you in the dirt with great care. Once you and the flowers were buried fully, he walked into town and ordered a tombstone carved with beautiful symbols, your name, and what you were to him. He gathered a small group to hold a sudden service for you, people who knew you and held you close to them but not as close as he did. He placed the tomb at the head of where he buried you, tears falling on the mound that covered your body. From then on, his life held no meaning and no light as he visited you every day, never forgetting to bring flowers with him to sprinkle over your grave.

“I love you my dear Y/n. Even after death and I hope these flowers reach you wherever you may be now.”

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DADDY ISSUES | Platonic Lilia x Male reader

Characters: Lilia

Summary: Lilia can't help but notice how weird you act around him

Warnings: Truama, Daddy Issues

a/n: This is based on the song Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood

Word count: 1.6K

You always seemed to hang around Lilia. Everyone noticed this and whenever there was Lilia, you were not too far behind following him wherever he went. Lilia didn’t mind it all too much. He adored your company, but a burning concern was evident. Your behavior with him was more that of a child than a friend. 

Lilia would often see you seeking his approval for things, acting elated when he said he was proud of you. And when there was ever a hint of disappointment in his voice, you would try to prove yourself to him. You showed off your grades in class to him and always asked him if it was good enough. But he never needed you to prove anything to him.

Lilia had decided to visit you at your dorm one day, there wasn’t any particular reason for his visit other than the fact that he wanted to see you. He was concerned when he heard Sebek talk about how low you seemed to be acting during class. You were very disappointed and sulking on your bed.

Lilia knocked gently on the door, not wanting to disturb you if you were busy, however, your groaning was signal enough that you weren’t. He could have opened the door, but it’s more fun to teleport inside instead. Once he had teleported inside, he noticed you curled up in your bed and covered by your blankets. What were you so upset about?

You didn’t even notice Lilia was inside your dorm and watching your covered form rise and fall. Soft sobs could be heard from the blanket. You were muttering to yourself, apologizing to no one in particular. Although that’s what it seemed like.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry! Please don’t be mad…”

Earlier, during class, you had received your grade on a pretty important assignment. It wasn’t as heavy as a project, but it didn’t matter much to you. You needed a good grade, at least 90%. The reason? To make him happy.

But when you saw something lower, your heart sank. You felt like you died right then and there. It was 81%, a low B. This wasn’t good enough; you felt like you weren’t good enough. Whenever your grades weren't A's you never felt good enough. 

That’s what lead you to being curled up on your bed, covered in your blankets and tears streaming down your face with the assignment held close to your chest. Lilia’s gaze on you was full of concern. His presence was made aware when he sat on your bed, a gentle hand placed on your side.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?”

Your body stiffened when you heard his voice. Why was he here now? No you couldn’t mentally handle facing him. Not with all the worse case scenarios brimming within your mind; it was driving you crazy.

A deep sigh could be heard from beneath the blankets you were covered in, breaking up the onslaught of sobbing. Your head peaked out from the soft fabric draped over your body. Teary, e/c eyes met deep red ones that flooded with concern. You tried to speak but choked up, not being able too when you saw the concern within Lilia.

You had buried your head into the pillow, not wanting to face him. How could you when you knew how he would react. At least how you thought he would. You answered his question, voice mumbled due to the pillow you shoved against your face.

“I…I can’t tell you…”

Lilia placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, entangling the soft blanket within his fingertips. He scooted closer to you, wanting to know what was truly wrong. If it wasn’t the grade, then what had you so upset? Lilia had decided to question you further with a determination to understand why you were so unhappy.

“Why can’t you tell me?”

You sat up, the blankets falling off your body as your h/c hair was disheveled and messy. Lilia wanted to comb it and fix it, but now was not the time for that. You sniffled and tried to dry your tears with one hand as your other one handed him the sheet of paper. Your voice was now weak and dry from crying.

“Because…of this…”

You placed the sheet of paper into his lap, the red marker in the corner burned into your mind. It made you want to sob just as hard again. Lilia took the paper into his hands with great care. He read the red marking in the corner, the percentage. He was quite impressed, considering the topic and knowing it was Trien’s class.

“An 81? That’s pretty good. Professor Trien can be a hard grader. Is the grade why you’re so upset?”

You simply shook your head silently. It wasn’t exactly the grade that had upset you, but you didn’t feel ready to confess to him. Your body shuddered as you struggled to hold back sobs. You tried so hard to keep your composure in front of him. Lilia only held sympathy within his eyes, and his voice was unsettlingly gentle.

“Then why are you so upset?”

You pulled your head out of the pillow, eyes bloodshot and covered in tears. You kept your head low and looking onto your lap that was covered by blankets. Sniffles were the only thing heard in your room for a while until your meek voice could be picked up. Tears still fell as they soaked into your bedsheets.

“It’s not good enough…”

Lilia felt a bit bewildered. He was more than impressed with the grade, and he felt so much pride for you. More questions were raised in his head. However, instead of asking more questions, Lilia decided on comforting you first. He wanted to affirm within your mind that the grade was good enough.

“It is, Y/n.”

You shook your head violently at his words. You tried your best to explain through sniffling and stuttering. Without even realizing you had begun ranting even though the information you were giving was vague. You tried your best to explain through choked sobs.

“No it isn’t! Back home, he would always expect good grades. Nothing below an A. It had to be perfect… It always had to be perfect, I always had to be perfect… And if I wasn’t… Well it always hurt when he reprimanded me… So I thought, if I didn’t show you perfect grades or did something to disappoint you then you would be upset with me too… ”

Your sudden rant had caught him off guard. Confusion and concern flurried within his mind, his eyes lingering on your tear stained face as you continued to cry. Several questions flooded his mind, but one was more repetitive than the rest. Lilia’s hand slipped into yours, squeezing it gently.

“Who are you talking about?”

Your hands were starting to shake. You just had processed what you had shared with him, and you blushed feeling incredibly embarrassed for venting to him. You pulled out your phone with your free hand, opening the photo app and scrolling to pictures that were taken a couple of years back. You turned your phone, so Lilia could see the photos

Lilia took great care to analyze the photos you were sharing. He understood that you were done trying to talk, knowing that you would sob even if you opened your mouth slightly. With his free hand, he swiped through the photos and saw you, but you were younger.

Next to you was an older man. He had gray strands within his h/c hair. The man looked like you but if you were much older. Lilia had assumed that this man that stood next to you was your father, your biological dad.

The pictures only explained who you were talking about. Lilia was still very confused on your ranting. Were you implying your father wasn’t a good father? Lilia only gave you a silent look of uncertainty. 

There was a mix of anger and perplexity within Lilia’s mind. How could someone that was supposed to be your parent treat you so horribly. Suddenly, you silently showed him the text messages you had with your father before. It solidified the anger Lilia was harboring. 

That’s when the pieces started to fall 

You saw him as a father. 

Lilia placed a gentle hand on your shoulder as you put your phone away. You tilted your head to look into those caring red eyes, ones you wished your father saw you with. But here he was, and maybe not as a replacement. Lilia was willing to be the father you never truly had. 

He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, the graded paper now fully discarded. Lilia was solely focused on making you feel better. He wanted nothing more than to ease your anxiety and show that you were good enough. That he was proud of you, and that’s when he said those magic words.

“If you were my little boy, I would do whatever I could do.”

From that point on, Lilia had invited you to Diasomnia almost every day. Some, Sebek, found your presence slightly odd but warmed up to it. Silver was more than welcoming because he trusted his father’s judgement. And of course Malleus was very excited to have you around more often. 

All of them made you feel so much better. That “bad grade” was solved through small study groups with Silver and Lilia helping you and Malleus joining when he could. Sebek of course tried and you appreciated it. You appreciated all of their efforts for helping you, for making you feel safe.

This was what family felt like. You didn’t have to bear the thought of your father being mad at you anymore. No more fearing disappointment. It was only ever approval from Lilia and encouragement when you felt set back. Diasomnia became your found family; you were finally home.

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