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⊹ ˖ ࣪ㅤJOHAN LIEBERT x FEM! reader

＼ㅤ ੭ where you wonder if you're good enough to read as johan liebert delves into every intense detail on the pages that lie within you.

♡ i just put on some music at dawn and started writing lol, sorry if it was confusing! English is not my first language :) happy reading, my dears!

tw: low self-esteem, sorry for any offense!

You were not the badly written poetry, but the one that will be found to read, calmly, without haste or under pressure, but with the right eyes; the eyes that, from the first contact, could be captivated by the writing that you were, that you were created.

Johan Liebert had the pleasure of being captivated, even if he denied it, he had been captivated by the puzzle that you had put together in him. Your poetry in you did not just intrigue him or give him a reason to move away by itself, but captivated him to such an extent that every day by your side he felt that he savored something that was not limited only to the monstrous that wanted to reside within him.

He was captivated by every detail of the contrary poetry you presented.

He saw your eyes that jumped with joy when you saw a dog or a cat walking down the street; or when your shoulders shrank in pity for not being able to take them home when you knew that many of them were abandoned. He noticed your raw tears from the attacks of bitter people or the foolish tears for simply having achieved something you wanted so much.

He noticed how the space was noisy because of your voice, but then silent when your own voice was heard within itself.

He saw the smiles more radiant than the sun, and the small smiles that didn't need concrete words to say that inside it was bitter and painful.

He noticed the imperfections that were forcibly hidden when, in fact, they captivated him.

── I thought you liked to laugh openly, you said it was like receiving warm hugs after a rain. ── he commented the other day, when he noticed that she put her hands in front of her mouth when laughing at something silly that happened in her day.

── But I like to laugh, Jo...── you said, but quickly looked away to the barely touched plate.

He watched her silently, his eyes analyzing every movement. The way her shoulders tensed, her lips were slightly bitten and her eyes fixed on anything other than him.

And finally, she went quiet, an almost rare occurrence when the environment was always shaped by her vast and diverse fallacies.

She was bothered by something.

── Do you think my teeth are crooked?

── And do you think your teeth are crooked? ── he asked rhetorically, resting his elbow on the table and his chin on the back of his hand.

You nodded, while looking away again, something that was not your usual habit.

── Was the ugly duckling really ugly or did he get lost ugly because others said he was ugly?

You looked at him again, now with your eyebrows furrowed by the confusion expressed on your face.

It was always like this: he would come up with philosophical phrases that made you wonder if you were right or simply wrong. All of this followed by a silence full of unanswered questions until the end of the day.

With Johan, the silence was comfortable, it was tactical, like when you are caressed by the cool wind of the silent dawn or as soon as you wake up as the sun begins to take its place in the middle of the long, stretched skies. It was beautiful, when his eyes could silently and attentively analyze you.

But this kind of silence was different. It was raw, it was damned, it was despicable and irritating when you are without answers to questions that need answers.

She needed answers.

It was insanely incomprehensible the way he let the words he said hang in the air, which, at first, were not understood, like someone who doesn't write the last paragraph of an emotional text.

Just like when you were getting ready to go to an Italian restaurant that Johan insisted on finding for you, who was so eager to visit one.

You looked at yourself in the mirror for the fourth time before leaving, while he just stood at the edge of the bed waiting for you. He always waited.

── If I lost a few pounds I think I would be... different, don't you think, Jo? ── you said as you touched the sides of your body.

“Pretty,” you wanted to say “pretty.”

There was stillness again as you watched Johan get up from the bed and stand behind you, watching you through the mirror. Even looking at you only through the mirror, he could capture reflections embedded in a soul hungry for a “yes.”

── Does a human being stop being a human when he loses a loved one? Or maybe he stops being a human when he gets what he always wanted? ── again the philosophical questions returned, and when he saw that she didn’t answer right away, Johan hurried on. ── Come on, darling.

And you just followed him, not even looking in the mirror for the last time.You wanted to be looked at, seen, understood, touched and feel loved, like you always saw boyfriends do with their friends.

She knew that Johan was enough, just in his own way. The problem is not that he wasn't enough, but in addition to knowing that he was, she should experience this deeply, being patiently by the side of someone who wants her just as she insisted on wanting him.

The crooked-toothed smiles didn't bother Johan, on the contrary, they made him analyze the human simplicity that existed in their details.The pimples, acne or moles on his body or face didn't scare him, but they made the monster and the abyss stop having so much space, because he analyzed with silence and attention every detail of the beautiful human imperfection.

── They are like constellations, stars and celestial bodies united in one place.

── Beautiful phrase, but astronomy is not my thing, Jo.

The loud laughter and chatter were never the problem, but when his hands started to go to his mouth to hide his crooked teeth and when he noticed that his mouth was no longer speaking, but his consciousness was not as silent as it was.

Johan was already an enigma in person, but he didn't deny that the shape of the puzzle that you were drew him closer to understand, and thus, captivate him.

You were the spoken and created poetry that he chose to read every day; that he chose to save every little detail every day. The pages were long and changing - maybe even fun, but he was still captivated.

── Jo.

── Hm?

── I love you, you know, you know?── you crossed your arm with his as your head was placed on his shoulder, as you slowly walked on a cold night covered by the timid snow that fell from the sky.

Johan fell silent and made a sound as if in agreement.

You no longer feel offended by his lack of response to this confession, because he always responds, even if it's in his own way.

He pulled the corner of his lips into a small, discreet smile, not needing to show his teeth.

── I know.

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FAMILY JOY

⊹ ˖ ࣪ㅤKENZO TENMA x FEM! reader

＼ㅤ ੭ ㅤwhere you share a small moment with your husband and little daughter.

♡ sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language and i feel embarrassed to say i had to use my brain and google translate together. but,first post!

The cold air in the room was enough for you to pull the blanket a little closer to yourself and for the little one to be placed on your chest. The newborn baby slept peacefully on top of you, the only thing that moved her was the mother's breathing that took her up and down, lightly.

You smiled a little, caressing the child's small body gently and softly, appreciating the natural beauty the child had even though he was sleeping so soundly.

The door opened with a slight creak and you took your eyes to it, noticing the tall figure in a lab coat entering.

Kenzo Tenma.

Or the man you had a daughter with today.

You pulled the corner of your lips into a simple smile, seeing him approach with an even bigger one while rubbing one hand with the other, a bit anxious and excited, apparently.

── She's beautiful, darling. ── Kenzo murmured, pulling a chair to his bed.

── Shh...── You brought your index finger to your lips, asking for silence. Kenzo raised his hands as if in surrender, which made you laugh a little at his grace.

Kenzo placed his hand on the back of his hand, which still remained on the tiny body of his new daughter. They looked at each other with a small smile on display.

── Have you decided on her name yet?

── I was just waiting for you.── You laughed a little, starting to try to sit up while Kenzo helped put the pillow on your back. You sighed.

── Well, do you have any ideas, dear?

You placed your index finger on your chin and looked away, pretending to think deeply.

── Maybe a Japanese name?

Kenzo alternated his gaze between his wife and daughter, letting out a brief laugh and crossing his arms.

── Mai, maybe? Doesn't look bad, hm?

You still had your eyes away from Kenzo's face as you still thought. Then he looked down at his chest and looked at his daughter.

── Mai Tenma. ── she murmured to herself and caressed the back of her daughter's head.── Sounds good, love.

Kenzo smiled victoriously, without needing to show his teeth.

── Mai Tenma...

As they fell into a comfortable silence as they observed their daughter's sleepy figure, you observed quickly, but saw the baby pull the corner of her lips into a small, brief, innocent smile.

── Kenzo...! Kenzo, she... Mai smiled! ── You pointed, excitedly, trying not to cause a fuss.

── That's good, which means we weren't the only ones who liked the name, love.

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