This Is So Beautifully Written!

This is so beautifully written!

A Marriage of Convenience - Masterlist

Pairing: Yoriichi x you

Summary: Yoriichi's friends think that Yoriichi is too lonely and needs a wife and family to take care of him. They propose a marriage of convenience to a woman who's in need of a husband. The arrangement of the marriage is simple: both parties live their lives as before, y/n takes care of Yoriichi as a wife and Yoriichi keeps unwanted men (and demons) away. Love is not required, friendship is appreciated. However, how detached can one be when living so close to each other?

Part 1: the deal

Part 2: tolerance

Part 3: something like family

Part 4: the honeymoon

Part 5: firsts

Part 6: the window to the heavens

Part 7: returning home

Part 8: Injuries

Part 9: moving places

Family Sleepover

Pairing: Choso Kamo x Reader

Prompt: A relaxing friday night for Choso and Y/n takes a turn when Choso's little brother, Yuji, has a nightmare leading to a family sleepover.

Word Count: 5.8k

Warning: modern Choso and reader, non sorcerer world setting, mentions of drinking and smoking, otherwise mainly fluff!

Notes: love love love choso, he doesn't get enough attention in writes so hopefully i'll have more choso x reader to come! <3 (gif credit to @fushiguro)

Rainfall smacked against the shingles on the roof while the weather outside only grew worse. A majority of souls dreaded nights filled with storming rain, although Y/n never truly understood why. Not only did the ‘disgusting’ weather provide her the perfect excuse to remain indoors, the cracks of lighting and the booming of thunder set a cozy mood as the rain poured down from the skies outside. The light from the flashing television brightened the darkened room to a glowing haze. Choso had his arm thrown over his girlfriend’s body and his back pressed up against the black headboard as Y/n curled herself into his side, her hands resting neatly on his chest. 

It was a typical Friday night for the couple after an exhausting week for the both of them. Choso had put in three grueling nights of overtime while Y/n had run herself thin juggling her final semester of college writing three separate ten page essays and studying for finals between her part time job. 

Instead of going out until the early hours of the morning bar hopping and clubbing like most couples their age, the two preferred the more intimate occasions of peaceful bliss wrapped in each other’s hold. Besides, babysitters weren’t cheap and between keeping up with rent, having enough food on the table, gas to get to work, bills and buying new clothes for a never ending growing boy, there wasn’t a surplus of funds left over to pay some high schooler to watch little Yuji every weekend night. 

Yuji was the youngest of Choso’s brothers, his only surviving family member in fact. Shortly after his eighteenth birthday his entire family perished in an electrical fire that tore through his childhood home. The cause was natural yet their deaths hardly felt so. His mother had passed away in the hospital a day after the fire, while his little brother was the only member she could manage to stumble out of the home with. Yuji was a few months old at the time, and if he hadn’t still been sleeping in the bassinet next to their parent’s bed, Choso was sure he would’ve perished as well. He had received a call only hours after the fire was put out, being miles away at university, he rushed to his hometown immediately to discover the life changing news. 

That tragic event was four years ago and ever since, Choso has been raising his youngest brother alone- well, they were alone, until through friends, Choso was introduced to Y/n. The couple met at nineteen and had been going strong since, much to his surprise. Choso struggled in the dating field prior to being a near ‘single dad’, and now that he had his kid brother to look after, he naturally assumed he’d never find a partner.

However Y/n proved herself different from any woman he’d ever met, and Yuji adored her. From the child's second birthday on, Y/n had been an essential part of their lives and she had no intentions of leaving, which she once again proved by blowing Choso’s mind and signing on to lease a small three bedroom home alongside him and Yuji. Three years later now and the couple were raising Yuji like a stable, healthy family, and Choso couldn’t be more grateful to have her in both of their lives. 

Typical wasn’t an adjective that fit like a puzzle in their dictionary but they still tried to act like a normal 23 year old couple, hence the half full wine glasses sat on either side of the bed and the tightly packed pre roll waiting patiently on Choso’s side. Sure, they had a crazy five year old to look after, but that doesn’t mean they weren’t allowed to indulge in a bit of fun themselves, right?

A mutual favorite horror film of the couples was playing in the background. Y/n laid peaceful alongside Choso and the two cuddled on one another underneath the heavy stack of blankets. H/c hair tickled his skin as Choso situated his chin on the crown of her skull. Screams streamed from the television as a helpless victim took their chance at running through the winding forest trying to escape the crazed killer. Y/n’s body jerked as the girl managed to trip over a perfectly placed tree root and went stumbling down a large, leaf filled hill. The actress cried in fright as the killer stood at the top of the embankment, staring down at her disheveled state. Choso stole a peep down at his girlfriend, a rare smile coating his lips as he noticed her fully clinging to his naked chest. Once the girl was murdered and the screen cut to a new scene, her body visibly relaxed as her hold loosened. 

Choso smirked at the action, his lips finding their way to the top of her head, placing a small kiss as his arms pulled her closer. He could feel her hands absentmindedly tracing patterns against his chest while her eyes were glued to the horror movie on the television. Every once in a while her frame would flinch against his as a new victim was slain and killed, making him laugh to himself at her jumpy nature. Not everyone found horror movies ‘relaxing’, so to say, but for the couple, it was their idea of an unwinding night. 

Y/n shakily picked the wine glass up from the nightstand and took a reasonable gulp on the red liquid, then placed the cup back on the coaster. Her eyes casually shifted to her boyfriend, a mischievous smile playing on her pink lips as she motioned towards the joint resting on his side. Choso understood her thinking, not needing the use of words, and he chuckled. The mood felt all too perfect and the claming drag of a blunt was the bow to tie their night together in a beautifully wrapped present. However, as the saying goes, if something seems too good to be true, chances are it isn’t true. 

Right as Choso went to reach for the bud sitting beside him, a loud, echoing shriek broke through the once mellow air causing both adults to spring in terror. Y/n gasped, sitting up immediately as she looked up to Choso who was already throwing the comforter off and his legs off the side of the bed to stand. 

“Shit…” He cursed. Another scream hit the air as Choso grabbed the nearest shirt he could find and threw it on. Watching as he hurriedly redressed, Y/n extended her hand to flick the bedside lamp on, a worried hint to her tired gaze. 

“Is that Yuuji?” Concern laced her words as Y/n watched her boyfriend throw a random shirt over his head. He nodded towards her, confirming her worry. 

“Mmh, one second, babe. I’ll be right back.” Choso shared a quick kiss with his girl before sliding out the bedroom door. Stepping into the hall he quietly flipped on the ceiling light and walked the few steps to his brother’s room. Yuji’s door was decorated in various drawings, stickers, and paintings the young boy had made, making it hard to miss. The door was closed shut, but that didn’t stop the sound of muffled sobs and shaky breathing from breaking through. Twisting the golden knob, Choso slowly creaked the door open as he peeked his head around the wooden frame.

From his spot in the doorway Choso could see a small lump under the covers that was shaking like a leaf in a storm, much like the raging thunderstorm occurring outside the home. Entering the room, he quietly made his way into the bedroom and sat his body on the edge of the bed, careful as to not startle his younger brother. Choso reached his hand out to rub along what appeared to be the child’s back as he whispered, 

“Hey, little man. Everything alright?”

The heavy blanket was ripped from the boy’s body at the sound of his savior’s voice as Yuji flung himself to his big brother’s arms, grasping at his shirt while his teary eyes leaked against the cotton. 

“Choso!” He cried out. An iron grip clutched at his skin, tiny hands searching for stability in his hold.

“I’m here, don’t worry. Why’re you crying?” Choso hugged his body close to his chest, his large hand running up and down Yuji’s back in an attempt to comfort him. The small boy buried his head in his shoulder as the broken sobs continued. 

“I-I had a-a bad dream a-and the thunder w-was so loud my… my whole room was shaking and… and I saw a monster was outside my window with big claws and sharp teeth- he was going to eat me!” Yuji shouted in fear. His voice trembled as he struggled to get his words free from his dry throat.

The image of a terrifying beast perched up on the branch staring at him through his window replayed on a loop in Yuji’s head, his brain creating a scarier image each time he recalled the monster. Tiny fists bundled the shirt between his fingers as Yuji clung to his older brother. Glancing down, Choso leaned back a pull so the boy was forced to look into his dark violet eyes. Despite his usual solemn look, Choso’s features were warmer- more comforting than Yuji had witnessed on the regular. A serious gaze crossed his stare as his thumb wiped a bundle of tears running down the child’s cheeks. 

“Well you know that would never happen. Do you remember what I told you about monsters?” He questioned. Yuji rubbed at his eyes, his head shaking ‘no’ in response. Swiping his thumb across the underside of his leaking eyes, Choso wiped his rampant tears away.

“They’re not real. They’re just in our heads, right?” His finger tapped against his small forehead. “Even if monsters were real, your big brother would never let it eat you, I can promise that.”

Yuji peered up at his brother, his curious wide eyes on full display, as if his big brother had all the answers to life. If Choso told him the grass was blue and the sky was green, he’d believe him. To Yuji, his brother could do no wrong. A twinkle met his large brown eyes as his head tilted to the side,

“You’d beat him up?” He asked hopefully. A crack of a grin broke across his face as Choso nodded in agreement. 

“Mmh.” Choso ruffled the pink of his hair, giving him a reassuring smile. Yuji cuddled himself against his chest once more, previous shaky breaths finally evening out to small hiccups. The redness to his plump cheeks were starting to fade leaving tiny blotches of hysteria in its wake. Those tears that seemed never ending like a rushing waterfall growing into quiet sniffles. 

A steady silence filled the room until Yuji pulled his head away from Choso’s now damp shirt. With nervous eyes he hesitantly looked down to his fidgeting hands. Rubbing his palm against his heated skin, Choso wordlessly urged his kid brother to speak up, knowing there was clearly something swimming around his mind. Reaching out for the plush brown bear, Yuji held it to his chest as he inhaled steadily. 

“Can… can I sleep in your bed, please big brother?” The flush of innocence to his tone was a gentle reminder to Choso that although his little brother was rather brave for his age, he was still only five years old and sometimes, extra reassurance was required. 

“Sure, kiddo.”

Yuji leapt towards Choso, his small arms encircling his brother’s neck as he let out a cheer of delight. Smiling to himself, Choso plucked the blue star blanket he knew the child struggled to sleep without and stood from the bed. Yuji’s head laid against his shoulder as the pair started walking towards the master bedroom. Choso flicked the hallway light off and turned the handle to his room, stepping into the darkness with his brother in his hold. 

The small lamp on her bedside was still lit as the two brothers entered the room, the sudden presence capturing Y/n’s attention. Choso didn’t fail to notice the smile that graced her beautiful features as she caught sight of the pink haired boy in his grasp, and the way her arms opened up on instinct. A gasp of excitement broke from Yuji’s chest as he met the eyes of his second favorite person in the world. 

“Y/n!” Yuji shouted. Shaking from Choso’s arms, he scrambled against the fluffy duvet as he crawled to Y/n. A large grin illuminated on his face as he fell into her welcoming embrace. “Big brother is letting me sleep in his bed- do you think we can snuggle?”

His strawberry scented hair tickled against her chin as Yuji buried himself further in her chest, cheeks still slightly damp from his crying from before now pressed to her skin. Y/n drew her nails up and down his spine, scratching his back as one comforting their young would do, then kissed the side of his head. 

“Of course, baby.” 

Choso reached out for Yuji from behind and lifted him, allowing Y/n room to pull the blanket down so he could sneak in beside her. Once Yuji was under the covers he yanked the dark material up and settled in below his chin, his arms falling above the blanket then effortlessly positioned himself on his side so his little body was nearly attached to Y/n’s. Yuji innocently cradled his face into the warmth of her chest. Y/n giggled at his forwardness and wrapped her hold around him, pulling Yuji closer and kissing his ruby cheek, to which the boy snuggled in closer. 

Choso couldn’t resist the chuckle that broke from his chest making the tattoo line across the bridge of his nose scrunch in amusement as he watched how easy his brother made himself at home in the bedroom he shared with his girlfriend. Yuji pranced in the room and fixed himself up in Choso’s bed next to his girlfriend like he owned the place- like he was the one paying rent. Tugging his shirt off, Choso threw the cotton to the side as he slipped into his side of the bed and shot Y/n an apologetic look. 

“I’m sorry, angel. Yuuji had a nightmare then was certain he saw a monster outside his window so he’s pretty shaken up.” 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize for taking care of him, Cho. There’s plenty of room for all three of us up here.”

Choso’s eyes drifted to his nightstand, purple orbs landing on the sealed up backwoods as he mentally cursed himself, thank god Yuji hadn’t noticed it or Y/n was sure to chew his ass out. Looks like they’d have to save their smoke session for another night. Sliding open the bedside drawer, Choso swept the pre roll into the cupboard and shut it, tossing the blue lighter in alongside. The wine swayed in the glass from the movement, and he pushed it back a few inches so it was completely out of Yuji’s reach. 

Turning his attention back to the two Choso nudged his finger against the chubby texture of his little brother’s cheek. 

“But you’re coming in here to sleep, okay Yuuji? It’s bedtime, not playtime.” Yuji obediently bobbed his head in agreement, a twinkle of mischievousness sparking in his eyes. Choso knew that gleam all too well. Overall his kid brother was a relatively good listener, but there was always some catch, and when it came to bedtime, Yuji’s catch was his ability to ask a million and one questions before actually falling asleep. Y/n bit the inside of her cheek to keep from letting a laugh escape. Yuji was too sweet. Tapping his finger at Y/n’s arm, the small boy gestured towards the tv. 

“Can I watch a little of your movie to go to sleep?” His question was suppressed by his face being shoved into Y/n’s neck, but the words were clear enough. Y/n glanced at her boyfriend, an uncertain raise to her brows. Before he could decline his brother’s request, she shook her head softly. 

“Well… it’s sort of scary… maybe we should put something different on until you’re asleep.”

Instead of changing the channel, Choso opted for turning the volume down. It was a film he’d seen a thousand times over and he knew there wouldn’t be another scary scene for a good fifteen minutes, which opened the perfect window of sleep for Yuji. Unlike Choso who required a minimum of thirty minutes until sleep could greet him, Yuji could fall asleep at the drop of a pin, and based on the droopiness to his eyes, sleep didn’t seem too far off for him. 

“How ‘bout you try closing your eyes for sleep and we can have a fun movie day tomorrow, alright? Y/n and I are gonna go to bed soon, too.” Choso promised. The young boy tilted his head up towards his big brother, almost searching his features for any sign of lies, but Choso only stared back. Once he was sure his brother was telling the truth, Yuji nodded and forced himself to close his large eyes. 

Both adults watched the movie without a word, cautious to give Yuji a fair chance to fall asleep. Images passed on the screen of a seemingly happy family as they began moving into their new home. The children ran around outside the home, giggling and shouting with glee as the parents carried loads of boxes into the home. The scene hadn’t struck either Choso nor Y/n as one of importance as they both knew the ill awaited fate to meet the family, but through half lidded eyes, Yuji’s interest was quipped. The quietness lasted for no longer than a minute when Yuji moved his head, pink hair brushing against Y/n’s chin, and knocked at his brother’s shoulder. 

“Big brother…”

“Hm?” Choso replied. Yuji’s fixation was back on the television screen as he pointed his finger to the image. 

“Are you and Y/n gonna have babies?”

Both heads immediately snapped to the young boy, a gasp of shock sounding from Y/n at the sudden inquiry as her eyebrows shot up towards the sky. If someone was to take a picture of her face, she was sure she’d look like she’d witnessed a ghost. Choso’s mouth hung astoundment, the innocently worded question clearly hitting him like a smack across the face. 

“What?” 

Y/n quietly stared at her boyfriend for help, unsure what to say in response. Yuji on the other hand sat unwavered as he wiggled against her, trying his best to find the most comfortable position. Choso lifted the comforter of the blanket so Yuji had more access to cover his small body, then provided a brief shrug. Giving his girlfriend a look of uncertainty, Choso sighed at the oddly deep question. 

“Not for a while, little man. We’ve already got you to take care of so I think we’ll wait a bit.” Choso spoke softly.

“Oh… okay.” Disappointment flooded his tone. Seeing his face drop in such a sad manner made Choso feel a bit bad for letting him down. Of course the couple planned on having children, it was a topic they’d discussed more times than they could count, but it wasn’t necessarily a priority at the moment for either of them. Choso wanted Yuji in school, and Y/n to have her dream wedding to him before either of them seriously took action to have children of their own. In the meantime, they certainly enjoyed practicing the baby making process- but Yuji didn’t need to know about all that. 

Yet it seemed Yuji’s curiosity was not quite settled as he once again tapped Choso on the shoulder,

“Big brother?”

“Yeah?” He tiredly mumbled out. Y/n laughed at the exasperation in Choso’s voice. It was no secret, Yuji had hit that age where his questions and curiosity had no end. Every meal was filled with a game of 21 questions asking what was in the food, how was it made, where did the ingredients come from, why does it call for carrots and not chocolate, and so on. His mind had no limits, and most of the time, Choso was grateful for that, except for now when Yuji was meant to be asleep, not firing inquiries left and right. Stealing a glance to Y/n over his shoulder, Yuji turned back to his big brother, a shade of scarlet painting his skin. 

“Can I marry Y/n when I’m a big kid like you?” Large brown eyes bore up at Choso as Yuji hugged his teddy closer, a faint blush flushing his cheeks. Choso was aware of his little brother’s crush on his girlfriend, and honestly, he couldn’t blame the kid. Y/n was attentive, caring, selfless, kind hearted, and not to mention gorgeous, so he could see plain as day why Yuji had a crush on his girlfriend. Still, the question knocked him back a step in surprise. Tonight's line of thoughts racing around the child’s mind seemed larger than normal. 

“I’m sorry, little man but I was planning on marrying Y/n. I don’t think it’d be very fair if you stole her from me, do you?” His brows pulled together into a thin line at his brother’s new inquiry. First babies, now he wanted to marry Y/n? Choso was scared to hear what Yuji had up his sleeve to ask next. The child’s expression went glum once again, a heavy pout coating his pink lips. 

“No… I guess not… I just really like to snuggle with her…” He admitted. His confession brought a cheesy grin to Y/n’s face. Yuji had always been adorable to her but now she found him even more of a sweetheart. Arms still wrapped around him, Y/n pulled Yuji in further to give him a hug, which he happily accepted. 

“You can always snuggle with me, bubs, but I’ll bet when you’re a big kid like your brother, you’re gonna meet a pretty girl you’d rather cuddle with instead.” Y/n laughed slightly as she glanced down at the young boy. She found it irresistibly adorable Yuji had developed a crush on her, but she also knew it was sure to fade as he grew, nonetheless, it was one of the cutest things to her. Kissing his temple, Y/n gave him one last squeeze then loosened her grip as a loud huff tumbled from Yuji’s parted lips. 

“Not true! You’re the prettiest girl ever! I don’t want another girl- gross!” Yuji’s tongue fell from his mouth as he made an absurd gagging sound. In his mind, the idea of snuggling another girl was the most disgusting thing he’d ever heard- but snuggling his big brother’s girlfriend? Now that was a totally different story. Choso sent a flick to the side of Yuji’s head, snickering to himself as the boy yelped and grasped for the point of impact. 

“We’ll see if you change your mind, how ‘bout that?” Yuji shook his head ‘yes’, agreeing to his brother’s words. Y/n suppressed a giggle as she looked over to Choso, amused by his twinge of annoyance at what she found to be adorably harmless questions from Yuji.

While Choso quietly pondered over his brother’s words, the small boy seemed to be warming up to the idea of bedtime. Yuji’s big eyes were casually drooping lower and lower with every blink he took. 

“I think someone is sleepy…” Y/n’s tone was teasing as she poked the chub of Yuji’s cheek. His usual hyperactive nature was calmed down to a simmer, and Y/n could feel him sinking into her hold. Not much longer and she was sure he’d be out like a light. As if reading her mind the young boy let out a loud yawn.

“I’m just gonna close my eyes for a little bit.” Yuji seemed to be making the promise more to himself than anyone else. Choso nodded, feigning belief, his brown strands threatened to slip from the rubber tie holding his hair in two loose spiky ponytails as he moved his head. 

“Okay, kid. I believe you.” Choso smirked.

Twisting his body, Yuji pressed his back against Y/n’s chest. She wrapped her hold around his smaller frame, allowing his little arms to lay ontop of hers, then reached his other hand out to hold the edge of his brother’s pillow. Choso could feel his tiny legs folded, Yuji’s knee pressing against his side. The kid was never one for a normal sleeping position, Choso thought to himself. 

Nuzzling his head against the plush mattress, Yuji peaked his eyes open and gave his brother a soft smile. The hand clutching Y/n’s arm gave a squeeze as his sleepy voice mumbled,

“I love you, big brother… I love you, Y/n…” 

“I love you too, Yuji, sweet dreams.” Y/n leaned down to press a loving kiss to the boy’s forehead. Pulling away, she brought her hand up to stroke at his light pink strands. Choso smiled to himself at the sight, then reached his hand out to pinch at the excess of skin on his little brother’s cheek. 

“Love you, little man. Sleep tight.”

A stillness enveloped the room in a circle of quietness, the sound of Yuji’s faint breathing followed by light snores being the only steady sound. Choso waited a few minutes before reaching for the remote and turning the volume up slightly, their mutual resistance to having Yuji listening in now wiped clean. Although both had their outward attention focused on the movie playing, neither were mentally zeroed in on it. In fact, they were both thinking about the same thing, thinking about what Yuji had said; having kids, getting married, spending the rest of their lives together. 

Of course this was a common thought that roamed around in Choso’s head, he had just never realized he wasn’t the only one who thought about it. Cracking a smirk, Choso settled his arm around the middle pillow supporting Yuji and placed his hold on Y/n’s shoulders. His fingers unintentionally tickled her skin and her body subconsciously melted into his touch. Letting out a chuckle, Choso turned his head in her direction, 

“Can’t believe my kid brother is trying to steal my girl from me.” Y/n laughed at his remark, amused by the idea of Yuji wanting to marry her when he grows up. It was a sweet gesture in her eyes and made her feel grateful that he held such a high opinion on her. Of course, it was his elder brother Y/n planned to wed, the thought meant the absolute world to her. 

“I don’t know, babe, give it a few years and he just might do it.”

Choso lolled his head to the side, a look of idiocy gracing his features as he rolled his eyes. Grabbing her free hand he brought her fingers up to his face and pressed his lips against her ring finger. Although the finger was bare of jewelry at the moment, Choso was determined to change that fact soon. Without Y/n’s knowledge Choso had been saving a portion of his work checks on the side, saving for a sparkling diamond ring to adorned her hand.

Knowing his girlfriend, Y/n would accept a bread bag tie or a ring pop even. Money wasn’t something they were swimming in, and she loathed the rare occurrences Choso would splurge on her. However, Choso wanted her to have a diamond ring- no, he needed her to have one. After all she had helped him through, all the times she had been there for him and his brother, Choso wanted her to see how much he truly appreciated her, so no ordinary ring would do for him, it needed to be perfect. Laying her hand against his chest, Choso narrowed his gaze playfully. 

“You’re talking like I won’t have a ring on that pretty finger and you tied down to me by then.” Laughing at his statement Y/n simply shook her head at him. 

“I’m already tied down to you, Choso. You’re stuck with me forever.” Y/n teased, sticking her tongue out momentarily to tease him. She knew if he had asked her to marry him right then, she’d say yes, zero hesitation in her answer. It was no secret that she planned on spending the rest of her life by his side. 

“Good, ‘cause I wasn't planning on letting you go.”

Yuji stirred between them, faint groans of tiredness breaking from his lips as his body jerked in his sleep. Y/n retracted her hand from Choso’s body and soothingly ran her fingers up and down the child’s back, silently lulling him back to his peaceful sleep. Yuji cuddled further into her hold, a sigh of contentment escaping his parted lips. Choso watched the two, his heart fluttering as Y/n effortlessly brought comfort to his brother without even a word. 

Glancing up to her quiet boyfriend, Y/n sent him a sweet smile.

“Are you staying up for a while?”

“Yeah, I’m not too tired yet but I won’t be too late.” He nodded. It was no secret Choso had adopted a poor habit of staying awake until the sun rose, especially on the weekends. No matter how much effort Y/n devoted to breaking this habit, it lived on.

Propping herself on her elbow, and cautious for the child in between, Y/n reached across the space between the couple. Receiving the unspoken message loud and clear, Choso turned his face, allowing opportunity for their lips to touch as he kissed her sweetly. The exchange was short and loving, but Choso took every advantage of the moment as he relished in the feeling of his lover pressed against him. His lips greeted hers in a passionate embrace, despite their awkward positioning. A tiny hint of a smile cracked through her lips as Y/n pushed her lips against his, gentle yet determined to prove her love, which he effortlessly felt. Pulling apart, Y/n grinned up at him as she leaned back into her spot on the bed, snuggling up against her pillow. Blinking her e/c eyes up to him, a stroke of red flushed her s/c cheeks as she blushed. Y/n could spend the rest of her life kissing her lover and still would never grow old of the butterflies his lips released inside her soul. 

“Okay,” She whispered. “Turn the tv off at a good time, you had a long day.” Choso’s hand ran along the top of her head, petting at her hair with a gentle smile. His insides fuzzed at the sincerity to her words. The caring nature Y/n held always had him feeling so loved and looked out for, it truly meant the world to him. 

“Thanks, pretty girl. You’re always taking care of me… well, us.” He gazed down at his sleeping brother. Y/n leaned further into his loving strokes as she reached her arm gently across Yuji’s body to lay still against Choso’s chest. The action was simple, but the effectiveness was strong. A chorus of chills danced down his spine at her touch to his bare skin. There was no element of sexualizing to her touch, no hidden agenda, no further want but a safe place to rest.

“You say that as if two don’t take care of me as well. We all need each other.” Y/n argued. A comfortable silence greeted the pair as Choso basked in the comfort of her hand against his skin. The movie on the TV played on deaf ears while Y/n’s eyes slowly grew heavy in weight.

Reaching around his shoulder Choso grabbed the wine glass from the night stand, bringing the glass to his lips he sipped the red liquid, feeling his body relax at the taste. Red wine had always been a favorite of his, a taste Y/n had developed a liking to after multiple tries of her lover convincing her it was the superior choice. Many things had changed in her life after Choso and Yuji, such as red wine over white, nights in over nights out, and sharing the bed over sleeping alone. 

Choso set the glass down, opening his mouth to make a remark about how the chilled beverage was now warm and apologize once again for the bump in their night, when he was suddenly taken aback by the look on his lover's face- the love pouring from just one look. 

“About tonight-” A quick roll of the eyes and a motion of the hand caused Choso’s words to fall flat against his tongue. 

“Don’t. I wouldn’t choose anything over this.” Y/n smiled.

Careful for the boy laid between them, both leaned across the mattress, unable to resist the need to feel her once more, allowing their lips to meet in the middle. Choso’s hand curled around the side of her face, his thumb caressing the skin as his lips devoted all the passion and love his heart could express. His soft kiss brought a sense of home to Y/n, her hold clasping on the back of his neck, not allowing a chance to break. She swore she could feel her heart physically warming as his lips moved against hers, savoring every moment of his love. Every kiss they shared held a piece of their love, yet this one was received stronger. 

Pulling away, Y/n leaned her forehead against his, quickly pressing a final ‘goodnight’ kiss to the corner of his lips, causing a smile to rise. Even in the poorly lit room Y/n could see the red rush of blood to his cheeks. Leaning back she cozied herself underneath the heap of blankets, allowing Yuji to cling to her once more in his asleep state. Resting fully against her pillow, Y/n looked up to Choso one last time before allowing her heavy eyes to finally shut for the night. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too, angel.” Choso whispered through the still air. 

It didn’t take long for her even breathing to be heard and he was certain she had fallen asleep alongside his brother. Silently slipping out his phone from his side Choso snapped a series of photos of the two snuggled against one another, a grin adorning his lips as he did so. Yeah, he thought, I’m putting a ring on that finger real soon.

Hello i saw you were taking requests maybe? could you do one with canon levi where him and fem!reader get into a fight and she thinks hes going to leave her and he has to comfort her but in his own levi way of comforting because hes awkward

"because he's awkward" LMAO

i actually had a flare-up the other day and ran into this exact situation with my partner so you bet i channeled all my irl angst into this

Just Go | Levi Hurt/Comfort Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ 2.8k ✧ notes ➼ only lightly proofread because i'm sleep deprived ✧ warnings: some mentions of maladaptive coping mechanisms

“Give me a break already,” Levi said with an irritated groan. “I’m sick of this shit.”

Although you had essentially written an entire paper in your head to prove your point, that had gone flying out the window after he spoke. 

I’m sick of this shit.

At that point, you could no longer recall what it was that you two were arguing over. Your mind fixated on that one phrase he had just muttered at you. It had taken you all of your energy to even gather the courage to bring it up and he dismissed it within minutes, and ended the conversation saying that he was sick of it, sick of you.

Your mind and body froze. Your skin paled as your hands grew cold and clammy. You felt your heart drop at the realization of what this meant. This was his way of saying that it was over. It might not have solidified yet, but you knew that it was coming.

You immediately looked down to the ground and took a step back. Any energy you had gathered to continue this conversation immediately dissipated. 

“Okay,” you whispered with a small nod as you continued to step backwards.

You weren’t able to see a concerned look enter Levi’s eyes as he watched you immediately withdraw. He had expected a prolonged and irritating conversation. He had been expecting it for weeks, he just didn’t expect it to be brought up now—but it did get brought up and he didn’t expect you to back down so quickly. He stared at you for a few seconds, wondering what was going on in your head. Were you thinking of what to say? Did you change your mind?

You heard his silence as you continued to withdraw. Using this as confirmation of your fears, you immediately turned around and walked out the door onto the balcony of your shared apartment.

You waited a few seconds outside, holding agonizingly still as you waited for Levi to come follow—but he didn’t. 

You buried your face in your hands, gripping at your hair as memories of your life together with Levi ran through your head. You remembered him literally picking you up off of the streets and rescuing you from the thugs you were running from in the Underground. You remembered him going out of the way, before and after every expedition, to ensure that you were safe and that you knew that he was safe. You remembered all of his little acts of service to take care of you when you were feeling down or feeling sick. 

You remembered every little thing that would disappear the minute he finally decided to leave you.

Over the next few days, your mind was murky. Although you were still able to get up and about and seem somewhat functional, that wasn’t how you felt. You felt as if the world was blurred around you and that you were watching yourself move as if you were in a vivid dream that you had no control over. The only thing that you could hear clearly was that little voice in your own head that kept telling you that Levi was preparing to leave.

You couldn’t stand to be around him. That was the one thing that kept you from hiding in bed and ignoring the world. The more you were in the house, the more you had to see him. The more you had to see him, the more it was going to hurt when he finally left. You were waiting for that other shoe to drop and you wanted to be as emotionally removed as you could when it happened.

However, completely avoiding him was impossible. After all, you did share an apartment.

Thus, the both of you found yourselves at the dinner table without saying a word. This had become a norm over the past few days. The unending silence that seemed to scream into your ears had become something you were expecting. On normal days, that silence didn’t bother you. Both you and Levi were content in each other’s presence on stressful days as you shared a meal together and steal whatever little time you had to be able to actually spend time with each other—but this was not that.

You were ripped out of your thoughts as you heard a sigh.

“You haven’t been eating,” Levi spoke up, watching as you poked at the now cold vegetables on your plate.

You hadn’t noticed it yourself, but your boyfriend certainly did. He had noticed that you never got up early in time for breakfast anymore and that when you did sit down to eat, it took you 30 minutes to eat 2-3 bites. It was very likely that you hadn’t even had a full meal since your fight.

“_____,” he spoke again, agitation entering his voice.

You continued to poke at your vegetables with zero intention of consuming them.

Levi sighed as he pushed his own plate to the side.

“What the hell is going on with you? You’ve been in and out all week, barely saying a word to me.”

Your presence when he arrived home, your smile when he saw you for the first time after getting home, and your soothing voice that welcomed him home were just a few of the gestures that he had come to love about you. It was a comforting constant in his life that he cherished. It was a source of comfort that was currently nowhere to be found. 

“If you’re gonna go, just go,” you said quietly without looking up at him.

“Hah?” he muttered out, making a confused expression at you. He wasn’t sure if he hadn’t heard you correctly or what it was that you were referring to.

“Stop beating around the bush already,” you said with your voice slowly becoming more audible. “It’s agonizing. If you’re going to go, just go.”

He raised an eyebrow at you in confusion.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he finally responded.

Your fist was clenched around the fork you had been using and you felt yourself begin to tremble. You weren’t sure if it was due to anger, anxiety, or a mix of both.

“Isn’t that why you’ve been out of the house so much recently? Why you’ve been on a rigid cycle of sleep, eat, work? Why I b-barely see you-”

You stopped talking once you noticed your own voice start to break. You felt heat rise to your face as tears began to gather at the corners of your eyes. You finally looked up at him, scowling when you saw him simply staring at you.

“You said yourself that you’re sick of this—sick of me,” you said as you dropped your fork and gripped at the table in frustration. “So quit beating around the bush already. If you’re going to leave, then leave.”

Levi’s lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. Out of all of the reasons he had hypothesized over why you were acting the way you were, this was not one of them. He quickly shut his mouth again.

While he was annoyed that these thoughts were going through your mind, he could understand why they were there. Like him, you haven’t exactly had the best of luck in keeping people around you. Everyone either died, left, or disappeared. 

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t plagued with those same thoughts. That was why, no matter how annoyed he was at this situation, he couldn’t find himself to be mad at you for it. He felt his heart grow heavy, knowing that his own avoidant behavior over the past few days contributed to those chaotic thoughts brewing in your mind. He knew that something was wrong from the minute that you withdrew from the argument, and cursed at himself silently for not even approaching you or asking what was wrong until now.

At this point, you had looked away again. He felt his own blood run cold as he saw your trembling. Although you had averted your eyes, he knew that there were tears building up behind them. 

He hated when you cried.

It wasn’t because he thought it was annoying or stupid or any of that. He hated it because he would blame himself for not being able to stop it. He especially hated it when he was the one that caused it. He was supposed to be a source of strength, support, and comfort to you, so the fact that he made you cry made him feel like a failure in every regard.

You continued to look down, desperately trying to hold back the tears that were now threatening to fall. You kept on repeating to yourself that you wanted more than anything for him to get up and walk out the door so you don’t have to see him anymore. You kept on saying that to yourself.

Yet, the thought of it was agonizing. The thought of him leaving and never coming back and you never being able to see him or embrace him again literally made you feel like you were carving your own heart out with a butterknife or that you were suffocating at the bottom of the ocean. The thought of him leaving was even more agonizing.

As you continued to imagine living on your own in a world that had taken everything from you, the tears finally fell and you took a sharp inhale that was interrupted as your crying destabilized your breathing. You covered your face in your hands, desperately trying to hide yourself, even though you knew it was futile.

You weren’t sure when he got up or when he started making his way to you or when he knelt down next to you so that you could be at eye contact, but you felt him gently place his hand on your thigh, providing a gentle squeeze to indicate that he was there.

“I’m not going to leave you, _____,” he whispered quietly.

You felt your lower lip quivering as your emotions built up in your chest. All the grief you had held for the past few days came bursting out as you shrunk down, shutting your eyes tightly.

He waited for a few seconds without moving or saying anything, simply waiting for you to let it out. He knew how agonizing it must have been for you to have held this in for the past week or so.

After your breathing had stabilized more, you peeked at him through your fingers. His gray eyes stared straight into yours. His normally expressionless facial features were softer as he glanced at you, his eyes more focused onto you compared to how he usually was. You were able to see the pain that he was holding upon knowing that he had hurt you and failed to recognize it.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me all week?” he asked quietly.

A small chuckle escaped from your lips. You removed your hands and wiped away the remaining tears that had gathered on your cheeks while you were holding your face.

“Haven’t you been avoiding me?”

You weren’t wrong, and he wasn’t either. The both of you had been more avoidant towards each other throughout the past week. You avoided him to try to dampen the devastation that you would feel when you thought he would leave. He avoided you, believing that you were still mad at him, and that you just needed space. Both of these factors added onto each other, enhancing the pain and grief harbored within the both of you.

He shot you a half-smile as he slowly stood up, grabbing at your hand to help you stand.

“Come,” he said, motioning towards the balcony. “Let’s get some air.”

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The two of you leaned on the balcony, looking down at the now silent streets around you. While there were plenty of people, horses, and carriages moving around during the day, it was now dead silent after the sun had gone down.

Levi looked over towards you and saw that you carried a sad and defeated look on your face as you glanced down. He watched as you gently rubbed at your own eyes, which were swollen from your crying.

He placed his hand on your shoulder and gently turned you towards him so he could see you better.

“Is it something I said?”

Levi was genuinely astonished that you thought he would leave you. The thought never even crossed his mind, it was the last thing he wanted to do. He’d rather jump outside the walls without any blades or mobility gear than to even think about leaving you.

You continued to look down as you slightly shook your head.

“Hey,” he said, lifting your chin so that he could look into your eyes. “Talk to me.” 

He didn’t believe you. You had shaken your head to say no, but he knew that was a lie.

You looked into his eyes, placing your hand on his, gently squeezing to remind yourself that he was still there. You tried to think of how to even begin explaining why you felt the way that you felt, but only felt your heart rate and anxiety increasing. You were embarrassed over how you had gotten so activated by something that wasn’t even a problem. You immediately assumed it was over without even trying to check and see if that was the case.

He gave you a worried look as he saw you struggle to find a response.

“_____,” he said your name, trying his best to pull you out of your head.

“I…” you parted your lips to speak without any real idea of what you were trying to say. “I don’t even really remember. It was so blurry and quick and fast. I remember I was scared to talk to you about something and then my heart dropped once I said it.”

Levi never took his eyes off of you as you spoke, your speaking getting faster and faster as you continued to ramble. Every time he opened his own mouth to speak went unnoticed as you continued laying out every step of your thought pattern.

“And you just got more agitated and I never want to make you feel like you have to deal with me because I already know I’m a burden and then you said that you were sick of this and I thought that since I was the one that started the fight, that you were sick of me, and then-”

Before you could continue on for another 20 minutes over all of the thoughts that had built up in your head, you felt Levi pull you in and press his lips against yours, holding you close.

Your thoughts immediately went from richoting off of each other in rapid fire to absolutely nothing at all as soon as you felt him on you.

You returned the kiss, leaning into him, and he refused to let you go until he felt you finally relax into him.

He pulled away ever so slightly while holding you close to him.

“I’m sorry if I made it seem like I was going to leave,” he whispered to you. “You know I never think of you as a burden.”

He pulled you in, having your head rest on his shoulder as he wrapped his other arm around you. His hand found its way into your hair, providing you that small sense of comfort that you got every morning when he ran his hand through your hair before you were fully awake. 

You buried your face further into him, taking comfort in his presence. After avoiding him for around a week, you felt like you needed him on you now more than ever.

He spoke again, whispering right into your ear. His voice was barely audible. Even a gust of wind could’ve muffled it—but that’s what made him feel so close. It made you feel like you would never have to worry about losing him again as he kept his hold on you tight.

“I love you,” he whispered into your ear, “and that’s never going to change.”

He felt you grip at him tighter as you tried to pull him in even closer although you were already fully in his embrace.

He slightly pulled away so that he could see your eyes, shooting you a small smile when he sees that you’ve relaxed and calmed.

“No matter how much of a pain in the ass you can be sometimes,” he said with a smirk.

Before you could come up with your own clever response, he pulled you into another soft, gentle, intimate kiss, with his hand gently resting on the side of your face to keep you close to him and you shut your eyes, allowing yourself to get fully lost in his presence and embrace.

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𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞: 僕 の ヒ ー ロ ー ア カ デ ミ ア [Boku No Hero Academia]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨 / 𝐢: Tamaki Amajiki, Mirio Togata, Nejire Hadou.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: Type of boyfriend / girlfriend

𝐀𝐕𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐄: GN READER, There are no warnings, just an incredible amount of fluff.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: none ¯ \ _ (ツ) _ / ¯

-𝐍𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐮-

• She is absolutely a huge fan of showing her love for you in physical touches.

• With her you are sure that you will receive at least a dozen hugs and kisses in the space of half a day.

• Passionate fan of hugs. Change my mind.

• She loves making small gifts for you, such as coordinated bracelets, coordinated necklaces, coordinated dresses etc... Just coordinated things, so she can show to all of the others what an adorable little couple you two are <3.

• If you wore the clothes she gave you, she would literally be the happiest person on the face of the earth.

• What if you wore clothes inspired by her costume as her heroine? She would be an explosion of joy and she would immediately start asking you all kinds of questions without even giving you a second to answer as she begins to examine the clothes;

"___, OH MY GOD, where did you get them!? Ahh, they look identical to my horns! OH, look at the details, it's soo beautiful! You are so adorable!"

• Whatever you decide to undertake, she would always be by your side, supporting you with sweet words and caresses, and even in the most difficult moments, you always could count on her.

• She likes to express her affection for you not only with physical touch, but also with different compliments juxtaposed along the conversations you will have with her; she would do it almost without thinking about it, and she would glare at you during a conversation as she compliments your new hair you have.

"Honey! Did you change your hair by any chance? Because I think they look great on you !!"

• She has always been attentive to the little things you like, like your favorite food, your preferences in ice cream flavors, your favorite video games, favorite books, etc ... in short, everything you would like! I could really go on forever, because this girl would love you so much, and she loves giving you things you love.

• I honestly think she wouldn't know how to cook at all, but on the other hand, she takes private lessons very often and she would share with you her creations by asking you to taste all the foods she would have prepared. Do not worry about saying that some dish is too salty or not, or that it is objectively inedible, it would not take it and indeed, would use those criticisms to improve itself; and in no time she will have learned how to make your favorite dish to perfection.

• Pampering is a must in your relationship. Period.

• You would often find yourself in Hadou's room embracing each other listening to background music, talking about your days in each other's arms.

• Chatting at three in the morning would also be very frequent, mostly exchanging memes and funny things, and you would both end up laughing like crazy in your rooms.

• Nicknames are indispensable, she would call you love, darling, life, my energy, etc..., all while she would constantly hug you.

• In short, having Hadou as your girlfriend would be a blessing from heaven.

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-𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐢-

• Tamaki is an extremely shy and unsociable person, but somehow you managed to get him out of his armor of social anxiety and fall in love with you.

• At the beginning of your relationship, he couldn't even look you in the face without literally becoming a walking tomato; and hold hands? Hah, do you want him dead by any chance? In this case, most likely he would have immediately stiffened at your slightest touch and stopped breathing for a few seconds, but after some reassurance and time together, this problem would have subsided and he would be less anxious about your cuddles.

• When Tamaki gets too agitated or nervous in your absence, he often hides in his third year dorm, where he has a blanket and stuffed toys you give away that he snuggles up with and where he would calm down considerably. But in your presence, he would have retreated with you to your room and literally glued to your side as he voiced his concerns about him at your request.

• he is an extraordinary cook, but secretly he doesn't like cooking so much. He needs his cooking skills because of his quirk, but it's not something he likes to do that much. At least before your appearance in his life.

• Touching in public would be made embarrassing by Amajiki himself, not because he hates your contact, in fact, he loves him, but he is not a fan of kissing and hugging in public.

• He loves to do small things for you, such as preparing bento for you or helping you with the homework of the subject you have some difficulty with; after all, he is one of the smartest students in his class than he is, and he likes to spend time with you in private.

• If you wore one of his t-shirts or shorts, his soul would leave his body for a few seconds. He'd go haywire no matter how cute he looks in his clothes.

• Probably from that day on, he would start dropping his clothes around in his dorm more often and accidentally in the hope that you can find and wear them.

• When you ask him if he did it on purpose, he would immediately deny it with a very red face.

"Hey Tama, why are you leaving your clothes on display?"

"II ?! I'm not doing a-absolutely anything like that! S-I'm just more tired lately!"

"Okay honey, I'll continue to wear your clothes anyway, since you like me so much when I wear them ..."

"A-ah, I-I..."

• Although he seems like the least suitable person to seek comfort, he is actually one of the most empathic and kind people you could ever meet; he would try hard to cheer you up with hugs and loving whispers against your ear.

• he loves to express his affection for you with small trinkets that he constantly gives you; although you can tell him that there is no need to give you such gifts, he would not stop at all with gifts, and in the end you would always accept what he has to give.

• Although you only need him.

• He would definitely call you with nicknames like honey, sweetie, my love etc... He doesn't use them often, but you don't care about that <3

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-𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐚-

• Mirio is the complete opposite of Amajiki, he is literally the sun in his human form and person, and it is what has brought both his friends to be such and you two to be a couple.

• Your relationship could have started in many different ways, for example: if you were a shy person like Amajiki, he would not hesitate to take you under his wing and help you as he did in the past with his friends ; while if you had been a person as sunny as he is (which is quite difficult, given that Mirio is optimism himself), you would have immediately made friends.

• You may have met in all possible and imaginable ways, but the thing that doesn't change is that from that initial friendship, your relationship blossomed.

• Having Mirio is like having a ball of positive energy wherever you go; there is not a single moment where you can find him sad, obviously he also has the ups and downs of him, but try in every way not to influence you with the negativity of him more than rare of him.

• With him, physical love would be the order of the day: he would always try to have his arm around your waist, to hold your hand, to hug you in public.

• However, if you are not very favorable to physical contact in public, he would try to tone down his affectionate manners by absolutely respecting your decision, but he might miss a little handshake from time to time.

• He loves cuddling with you, especially when you are in private; such as when Togata is tired after a day full of fighting the various villains and criminals in the city, only to find you waiting for him with a bag of popcorn, while you invite him to watch a movie with you, and while he is delighted and freed from this sweet gesture of yours, he is about to change and lie down next to you, holding you back as if you were his human-sized teddy bear.

"AWE, love, thank you! You truly are my little star!! I love you so much!"

"Haha, I love you too Togata, now come on so we can relax a bit together ..."

• Togata would urge you to wear his clothes, idolize you, worship the floor you can walk on and endlessly compliment how you can be so adorable as him.

• Appointments with Mirio would almost often be located in a quiet park, having a relaxing picnic.

• Honestly I think Mirio is a pretty good cook, which he uses when he wants to make you some snacks, and he also really appreciate the compliments you give him when you taste everything he cooks; that gives him a confirmation that he is doing well, and he loves him, as he loves you.

• You would surely find yourself in his room very often while hugging each other asleep after a very long chat.

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Hey everyone! I just wanted to thank you all for the 15 readers, and for the very good feedbacks that I see on my posts. Really guys, thank you. Ily <3

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Fic Request: ur just Ronal's best friend and helping her with her Tsa'hik stuff along with her pregnancy. Just platonic fluff of y'all. Scolding her when she's too harsh on herself or her kids. Talking trash about ur husbands (while said husbands r right infront of y'all). Her complaining about Ao'nung and how much trouble he gets into. BEING THERE FOR HER WHEN SHE GAVE BIRTH TO AO'NUNG AND TSIREYA. BEING HER KIDS' GODMOTHER AND THE PERSON HER KIDS AND HUSBAND GO TO WHEN THEY KNOW THEY PISSED HER OFF AND ASKING U TO HELP THEM OR HELP HIDE THEM. YOU AGREEING TO HELP THEM BUT THEN BETRAY THEM THE MOMENT THEIR BACKS R TURNED AND TELLING RONAL ABOUT IT. Caling each other sister. U deadpanning along with Tonowari when Ronal and Neytiri r hissing at each other but then dragging Ronal away and giving her puppy dog eyes so she'll agree to help them. Don't do this if u don't wanna <333

— THE HIDDEN SIDE .

pairing : ronal x best friend reader !

a/n : aww this is cute. i wanted to do something different bc you basically just put the hcs in your req so i hope this is alr

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“which one?” you asked your best friend, looking amongst the members of the newcoming family

“the poor kid that looks like an angsty teenager,” ronal whispered, “that is the one that might be eywa’s child.”

“ronal, all of them look like angsty teenagers.”

you two looked at each other until you both bursted into laughter, ronal then quickly shaking her head, as if it’d shake the silliness off of her, before returning to her serious demeanor

covering your mouth, you continued to laugh as she playfully smacked the side of your arm as a warning

a few others heard the sound of the smack nearby, and as they realized it was her, their heads quickly turned back

the people fear ronal.

there are new rumors that spark about her every day, claiming that she is cold-hearted, even manipulative toward her husband

but none of that was true, and you knew that

since childhood, she was the closest thing you had to a sister

and you could never fear her.

“is my hair alright?” she asked you, looking into the reflection of the water beneath her, frantically adjusting her accessories

“it is fine, sister,” you rubbed her back soothingly, “it always is.”

she would pull you away in the middle of a conversation you’d be having amongst the people

and as she approached, they would immediately leave the area, scared to even interact with the tsahík

you didn’t mind, though, and neither did she

it only gave her less work — she didn’t have to shoo them away

“we must speak privately,” she’d say, as you nodded, knowing that the reason was never as serious as she sounded

once you two were alone, her attitude and the tone in her voice would change instantly

“my daughter has fallen for a demon,” she’d facepalm, sighing in disappointment, “i would have never thought this would happen.”

you’d comfort her, as you always do, using your words as you rubbed her arm

“sister, i am sure she is safe with lo’ak. he has proved himself as worthy ever since he bonded with the outcast.”

she’d sigh, lifting her head up off of her hand to smile at you

“what would i do without you?”

there was one time where she was about to get into a fight with neytiri, and you had to physically hold her back

“ronal, it is not that big of a deal.”

she’d continue to hiss at neytiri, circling her figure while sizing her up

“ronal-”

she pounced, and you were quick to grab her, restricting her from causing any harm to the omatikaya

“mawey,” tonowari instructed, yet she continued to try to wriggle out of your grasp, slightly growling at neytiri

you would bring it up later, deciding that it was a perfect time to laugh about the situation rather than during

your thoughts were correct, as you saw a smirk tug at her lips, soon then transitioning to laughter

and you’d laugh with her, thankful to be in such a close relationship with the tsahík