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shouldntbeherecuzstudying · 4 days ago

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hey! can I request platonic bllk character x reader (any character/s you think works for this) who sees them as an older brother figure?

reader used to be close to her actual older bro, but their relationship has been quite cold & hostile for the past few years.

I kinda need this because I just met my brother yesterday after almost a year, & we already got into a fight 😭, I had to walk out of the house for it to end. he threw an open box cutter at me, idk whether it was intentional or not tho.

“𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞”

a/n: i’m sorry, he threw WHAT at you??? nah he’s going into the basement

i'm so sorry to hear that your relationship with your brother is like that, but you deserve people in your life who reciprocate your love and good energy. even if they're family or blood-related, don't be afraid to cut them off if you feel it's necessary for you and your mental health <3

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, mikage reo, bachira meguru, karasu tabito, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, kaiser michael, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

isagi becomes your “big bro” purely by accident. it starts with him walking you home after practice because it’s dark and “you shouldn’t be walking alone.” then he starts nagging you about hydration and warming up properly.

you don’t tell him about your brother at first, but he picks up on how your voice goes tight whenever family’s brought up. one day, he hears you on the phone with your brother. short. curt. cold. and when you hang up, you look like you’ve aged ten years.

“i’m not trying to pry,” he says, “but if you ever need someone to talk to or yell at or play mario kart with, i got you.”

cue late night gaming sessions with convenience store snacks. he’s bad at comforting with words, but he’ll let you win rounds and then act shocked like “damn. how are you so cracked?” just to make you laugh.

he never pushes. just shows up consistently. like a real older brother should’ve.

itoshi rin

you? voluntarily clinging to rin of all people? it shocks him, too.

but there's something steady about him. quiet, mature, not overbearing. you start trailing after him like a lost duckling. at first, he acts annoyed. but then one day someone bumps into you too hard in the hallway, and he straight up glares like he's about to throw hands.

“you good?” he mutters, almost gruffly.

you nod. and for the first time in years, you feel… protected.

he never asks about your family, but when you call him “nii-san” as a joke, he doesn’t correct you. doesn’t say a word. but his ears go a little red.

will silently share his umbrella with you when it rains. won’t say, “i care about you,” but if you’re missing for longer than ten minutes, he’s already searching.

mikage reo

reo figures it out pretty quick. you flinch whenever he mentions siblings, and you change the topic fast.

“you know,” he says one day while handing you a matcha latte, “i always wanted a little sister. someone to spoil.”

and boy, does he mean it. he’s the “bought you this top because it looked cute and reminded me of you” kind of brother figure. wants to take you shopping. lets you sit on the counter while he cooks and talks your ear off.

he’s also lowkey protective in a petty rich boy way. sees you texting someone and goes “who’s that? do i need to hire a personal investigator?”

when you finally break down and talk about your real brother, reo listens. doesn’t interrupt. doesn’t tell you to forgive or forget. just goes, “he messed up. but you deserve people who don’t.”

and then forces you to binge rom-coms and do face masks.

bachira meguru

bachira’s warmth is something you didn't know you missed. he grabs your wrist and pulls you into situations like you're just meant to be there.

he starts calling you “imouto-chan” (little sister) before you even tell him about your real brother. “it suits you,” he beams.

he notices you get a bit quiet when people talk about siblings, though. one day, while you're doodling, he casually asks, “did you and your big bro used to draw together?”

you nod. then go silent. he doesn’t push. instead, he starts handing you little paper cranes or doodles every day. “made this for you!”

he gives the kind of love that asks for nothing back. and for someone who's been treated like an afterthought, that means everything.

also, he’ll 100% bite anyone who makes you cry. just say the word.

karasu tabito

at first, you thought karasu was just some cocky older guy who’d tease you endlessly, but you soon realize that behind the sarcasm is someone scarily perceptive.

he notices you never bring up your brother, even though you talk about childhood memories a lot.

“damn,” he says one day while tossing you a drink, “you got some repressed sibling drama, huh?” you blink. “how’d you–” “you do that thing. y’know, where you get all smiley talking about the past and then your face drops like someone punched you in the gut.”

he says it so casually, but then follows up with a quiet, “if you ever want to talk about it, i can shut up and listen. i’m not just a pretty face, you know.”

teasing older brother energy to the max. sends you cursed memes at 1 AM. calls you “kid” and “shrimp.” but if anyone else talks down to you? he goes full attack dog mode.

“only i get to annoy her. get in line.”

itoshi sae

you’d never guess sae would take on the big brother role. he doesn’t even seem to like people.

but there’s something in the way he keeps showing up for you. like when he drives you home after you missed the last train. or when he slips you his jacket without a word.

he never asks about your family, but he sees the way your eyes darken around the subject. and maybe, just maybe, he gets it.

“you don’t owe anyone your love just because they’re family,” he says one night, voice low. it hits you like a slap.

and it means more coming from him. someone who walked away from his own brother once. someone who understands estrangement not as a failure, but as survival.

he’s not expressive, but he shows up. every time. and when he sees your hands shake during that one phone call with your brother, he quietly takes your phone and hangs up.

“don’t let people who hurt you talk like they still have a right to.”

from then on, he checks in more. sends dry texts like “did you eat.” or “bring a jacket. it’s cold.”

the warmth is quiet, but it’s real. like a big brother who doesn't need to say “i care” for you to know it.

shidou ryusei

the last person you expected to have older brother energy… and yet here we are.

it starts with him teasing you for being a “baby” anytime you trip or yawn. “damn, do you need a stroller too?”

but the moment someone talks down to you or you get upset? shidou’s feral. straight up throws his arm around your shoulder like “you got beef with my lil sis? 'cause i got time.”

he pretends to be the worst role model ever – egging you on to do dumb stuff like throw grapes at people from the balcony – but will stop you from actually doing it at the last second.

one time, you tell him you don’t really talk to your real brother anymore. he goes quiet for once. then shrugs.

“his loss. you’re the only brat i’d tolerate yelling at me for finishing their fries.”

shidou’s brand of care is chaotic protection. he’ll make you laugh until you cry, then beat up your sadness like it owes him money.

nagi seishiro

nagi becomes your older brother figure completely by accident. it starts when you fall asleep on the couch next to him during a team meeting and he just… lets you.

after that, it’s like you’re his little nap buddy. he starts dragging you into his lazy rituals. gaming, ramen, watching dumb videos on his phone while lying on the floor like sea creatures.

you vent to him once about how you and your brother used to do that too, but now he barely speaks to you. nagi just stares at you for a second and goes, “that sucks.��

then, a beat later, “guess you can do it with me instead.”

from then on, if you’re ever feeling down, he’ll appear with a controller and snacks and go, “c’mon. let’s not think.”

he’s the chill older brother who doesn’t ask many questions, but always gives you the space to just exist. and that’s sometimes even more comforting than words.

kaiser michael

you are his self-proclaimed “baby gremlin,” and no, you don’t get a say in the nickname.

at first, you thought he was too arrogant and loud to ever take anyone seriously. he also really struggled with his relationships due to past traumas. but when he noticed you spacing out during dinner, picking at your food, he actually... toned it down?

“yo. what’s going on in that sad little head of yours?”

when you finally mention your older brother and how cold things have gotten, he pauses mid-chew and just says, “older brothers suck. upgrade to a kaiser michael. zero emotional baggage, full sass package.”

you roll your eyes, but the next day he shows up with a designer dress in your size like, “you didn’t ask for this, but i’m your brother now. suffer.”

he overcompensates with sarcasm and expensive gifts. but underneath all that bravado is someone who genuinely wants to protect you from every ounce of rejection you’ve been through.

“he may be blood, but i choose you. and i don’t choose easy, y'know?”

ness alexis

ness is the kind of brother figure who is soft, thoughtful, and weirdly good at remembering little things.

he sees you getting quiet one day after practice when someone talks about their sibling and casually offers you his water bottle.

“you okay?”

when you confess that your brother and you used to be close but now barely speak, ness goes: “so that’s why you give me those ‘i wish i could punch feelings’ eyes when people talk about family.”

after that, he just kind of adopts you. he braids your hair during team travel, shares his spotify playlist with you (“sad girl certified”), and gives you the emotional validation you didn’t know you needed.

if someone makes you cry, he’s the kind to drag kaiser with him like, “come on, we’re going to war.”

he’ll randomly text you affirmations like “you deserve love, a full fridge, and someone who answers your texts within three minutes.”

his protective older brother energy is underrated, but it runs deep. he won’t let you feel abandoned again, not on his watch.

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shouldntbeherecuzstudying · 2 months ago

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writing requests? Ok hear me out

(this is inspired heavily by my own oc)

Pantalone meeting the parents™️ but y/n’s parent he is meeting is neuvillette, and Pantalone had no idea until the day of. (how that information got past him is beyond any of us) second parent can be a normal person or nobody at all, dealers choice (you said no ships so I won’t say anything)

Hi Pandora

I mainly said no ships because I honestly just don't do much shipping in general. I just make up guys and smack them into canon characters like barbies. It's mainly Haikaveh and Dottolone here. ANYWAYS

Connecting the Dots

Notes: Pantalone is a touch ooc from how I would usually write him, but that's mostly for the humour of it (and this is one of the few times I've had to think about what his dynamic with Neuvillette would be lmao). SFW, kind of fluffy, and a bit of secondhand embarrassment.

The bell of the elevator being called dings in the lobby, heard only by the woman sitting at the front desk and the Regrator standing in front of said elevator. Stepping back, he readjusts his hold on the bouquet of rainbow roses in one hand and the gift bag in his other. Both things he must be careful with if he is to make a good first impression, though for a man like him, he can afford to make any impression he likes.

There’s another ding as the elevator door opens, and he steps inside. He turns to watch the door close, a smile on his lips that for once is a little more sincere than merely polite. It’s a smile that is quickly wiped away with surprise as something jams in between the doors just as they’re about to close. They clank around it, then they slowly pull open again. Between the doors was a cane, being held by a gloved hand. The cane alone gives away who it is before Pantalone can see him.

Pantalone looks up, locking his gemstone eyes with the pearly purple eyes of Fontaine’s beloved Iudex, and the slit pupils briefly narrow when he recognizes the Harbinger in the elevator.

“My apologies, Regrator,” he says with little inflection.

Pantalone’s smile loses the sentimentality, but remains courteous as he steps aside to let Neuvillette into the elevator. “Ah, it’s quite alright, Monsieur Neuvillette.”

Neuvillette’s coat sways as he turns to face the door. With his free hand, he presses a button on the elevator’s panel. Pantalone opens his mouth to ask the man to hit one of the buttons for him, but sees the floor Neuvillette has selected is the exact floor he needs to go to.

“Oh, what a coincidence!” Pantalone remarks as the doors close. “It appears we both have business on the tenth floor.”

“Is that so?” Neuvillette asks, looking straight ahead.

Pantalone nods, and the elevator begins moving. “If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you here, Monsieur?”

Neuvillette glances at the Regrator out of the corner of his eye, then returns to staring straight ahead. “I am visiting someone.”

The vagueness of the statement intrigues Pantalone. Very well, he can be vague too. “As am I,” he replies.

Neuvillette turns his head and stares at the flowers and the gift bag. “I had presumed as much from the flowers. I presume this is no client meeting.”

“Would it be a crime if it was?” Pantalone jests.

“While it is not necessarily a criminal act resulting in jail time, it would violate the laws under section–”

“I’m joking,” Pantalone interrupts, “I’m meeting with someone I’ve grown quite attached to.”

At this, Neuvillette politely smiles. “That sounds lovely, Regrator.”

“In truth, I’m actually a tad early,” Pantalone says. “We’re expecting additional company, so I figured my dearest wouldn’t mind if I came to assist in setting up, and perhaps have a quiet moment or two together.”

“In that case, I hope all goes well for you two.”

“What of you, Neuvillette? Who are you visiting?”

“... I am visiting someone I also find near and dear to my heart,” he answers.

Pantalone raises an eyebrow. “Oh? The impartial, distant Neuvillette has taken a lover?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” he almost stammers, put off by the mere idea. “I’m, ah, visiting family.”

Pantalone hums, but does not make his disappointment known. He had hoped it would be something more interesting, scandalous even, but no. He’s simply visiting one of the many melusines who consider him their father. Perhaps another time he’ll discover something truly interesting about the Chief Justice.

The elevator dings, and when the door opens, Neuvillette turns to address Pantalone. “I hope you and your love have a lovely day.”

Pantalone nods. “I hope all goes well with you and your family.”

Neuvillette gets out before Pantalone, his cane thumping in rhythm with his footsteps down the hall. Pantalone trails not too far behind Neuvillette, the gift bag in his hand gently swaying as he walks. It’s beginning to feel a little heavy, as he’s been carrying it for a good part of the afternoon now.

Neuvillette stops walking, which prompts Pantalone to stop as well. He’s stopped in front of a door, specifically the door Pantalone was looking for. When Neuvillette gently knocks on it, Pantalone raises a brow.

“Pardon me,” he says, “but I think you might have the wrong apartment.”

Neuvillette gives Pantalone an odd look. “What do you mean?”

Pantalone points to the number on the door. “This is the apartment I’m supposed to be visiting.”

“That… That can’t be right,” Neuvillette replies, brow furrowed, “could it be that you have the wrong apartment?”

“That’s not possible,” the Regrator replies. “I’ve visited this apartment on many occasions, I would know. Besides, you said you were visiting family, no? There aren’t any melusines here?”

“What do the melusines have to do with–”

The door finally opens, and the two men immediately snap their heads in its direction. The figure on the other side of the door is not a melusine, not even close. It’s you, the Regrator’s sweet little darling, and he feels his heart swell with love for you and smug pride at being right; Neuvillette does have the wrong door.

Yet, Neuvillette does not act like he’s wrong. He does not grow flustered and stammer out an apology, he does not leave promptly, he doesn’t even try to walk away. Instead, he smiles warmly, and opens his arms up. To Pantalone’s shock, you grin and throw yourself in Neuvillette’s arms gleefully.

You look up at Neuvillette.

“Salut, Papa!”

Pantalone feels like he just got shot.

Papa? PAPA?

“Good afternoon, my sweet,” Neuvillette greets back. He then turns to the Regrator, seeing his shocked face. “See?”

Pantalone feels nauseous, though he doesn’t know what thought sickens him more; that Neuvillette, Neuvillette of all people, is your honest to god father, or that you’ve been two timing with the Regrator and Iudex and papa is some deranged title you’ve given Neuvillette. He genuinely doesn’t know which reality would be easier to accept.

You blink, and look over at Pantalone as well. Your face flushes, and you pull away from Neuvillette. “Oh! You’re here earlier than I thought.”

He clears his throat, trying to regain composure. “I was going to offer you help in getting lunch ready,” he replies.

Neuvillette calls you by your name, and the sound makes Pantalone feel worse. You turn your attention back to Neuvillette when he does. The man clears his throat, then speaks.

“When you had said that we would be having special company,” he says, “I was not aware you meant the Regrator.”

You nervously laugh. “N-No, I didn’t, but I didn’t think we’d all be meeting up like this, ah…”

You step past Neuvillette and approach Pantalone. Seeing his hands are full, you hook your arm around his, finding he’s oddly stiff. Neuvillette blinks, and you awkwardly smile. “Darling,” you say to Pantalone, then gesture to Neuvillette, “this is my father.” You turn to Neuvillette and gesture to Pantalone. “Father, this is–”

“I know who the Regrator is,” Neuvillette says.

You laugh, and it’s obviously a little forced. “Good! Then we can skip over m-most of the formalities.”

The three of you enter the apartment, with Pantalone needing to be prompted but not fully dragged inside. Without saying anything, he hands you the bouquet of rainbow roses, and you smile sweetly at him. While you run off to find a sufficient vase, Pantalone then turns to the hydro sovereign staring him down.

He glances inside the gift bag, then offers it to Neuvillette, polite smile stretched across his lips. “I suppose this is for you, then. I was told you would appreciate it, and now I understand why.”

Neuvillette silently scrutinizes the gift bag before he takes it. He reaches inside, and pulls out a clear, ornate glass bottle.

“Imported from Sumeru,” Pantalone adds.

“Thank you.”

Before an uncomfortable silence can settle, you reappear with the roses, now in a vase. You set them up by your window, and gesture for the two men to actually properly enter your abode.

“Lunch will be ready in a bit,” you say, “both of you are a little earlier than I expected you to be.”

Pantalone clears his throat, and feels Neuvillette’s stare boring holes through him. “Darling, could I talk to you for a moment? Preferably in private.”

“Oh? What for?” Neuvillette asks.

“Father, please.” You spy the bottle in his hand, and point at it. “Why don’t you put that in the fridge, and help yourself to some of the water I have? It’s from Mondstadt, I think it’ll be perfect for a day like this.”

“Hm, good idea,” Neuvillette says, “Sumeru’s water is a complex flavour on its own, but drinking it when it is cold adds another layer to its taste that truly exemplifies how refreshing it is, especially in such a harsh climate.”

While your father lets himself get distracted by the hydrating delicacies of imported water, you and Pantalone slip away to your room. He shuts the door behind him, and immediately the calm, suave mask drops. He points to the door, staring at you with wide eyes. “That is your father? Your father is the Iudex of Fontaine?”

You nod. “I imagined this reveal going differently, a-and I know you have questions–”

“But you don’t go by Neuvillette!” Pantalone says. “You go by a completely different name! Did you change your name from Neuvillette, or is he just your adopted father and that’s your biological family’s name?”

“He’s my biological father,” you explain, “and I, ah, I have two surnames, actually. I-I use my mother’s maiden name in social settings, but on all my legal documents, I have her and my father’s names. Here…”

You approach your bookshelf and pull a book from the bottom shelf. You open it, and when Pantalone peers over your shoulder, he sees two pages before him. On the right page are photographs of not just a tiny version of you, but Neuvillette as well, and he hasn’t aged a day save for growing his hair out. On the left page is a dedication, and sure enough, there is your first name, what he thought was your only surname, and attached to that with a little dash is the name Neuvillette.

You shut the book and tuck it under your arm. “My father suggested I start going by my mother’s maiden name,” you say, “both to honour her memory, and because he thought me going by Neuvillette could put a target on my back, considering his line of work.”

Pantalone chuckles grimly. “That explains why you weren’t all that concerned when I warned you of the consequences of being my most beloved. Still, I just can’t believe that the Neuvillette had a child of his own, let alone that child being you. I know you said you take more after your mother, but I can hardly see the resemblance.”

You touch your ear. “We both have pointed ears.”

“And so does Pulcinella,” Pantalone remarks, “darling, be serious.”

“I also drink a lot of water,” you tell him, “and I’m very particular about how it tastes.”

“While I am starting to connect the dots now,” Pantalone says, “having pointy ears and preferring imported Mondstadt mineral water over filtered Fontaine tap water doesn’t immediately scream spawn of the hydro sovereign, which… be honest, darling, what were your expectations for how this lunch would go?”

“That you two would start ranting about Archons and become best friends,” you answer, “especially regarding Rex Lapis.”

“Ah, common enemies. That’s historically a very good base for friendship.”

You peck his cheek. “It’ll be fine, now come on before my father wonders what’s taking us so long.”

With the album still tucked under your arm, you leave the room and Pantalone standing inside. He blinks, digesting everything you’ve just told him. He was expecting a rich father. He was expecting a politician. He expected someone with some amount of power. He’s not sure of Neuvillette’s exact amount of wealth, just that it’s the one thing Pantalone has over him while Neuvillette excels in everything else. Does this also make the melusines your sisters? And what of Lady Furina? Did this mean an Archon was, what, your aunt?

He takes a deep breath, makes a mental note to double check that his last will and testament is up to date when lunch is over, and puts on the polite, smiling mask before he leaves the room.

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shouldntbeherecuzstudying · 2 months ago

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having a kid with Mr Reca please?? 🥺 I love girldad Reca so much...

Mornings in the Reca household were… chaotic, to say the least.

You sat at the kitchen table, sipping your coffee as the distinct sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway.

“Where is it?!” Reca’s voice rang out, exasperated. “I swear I left it right here last night!”

You smirked, looking over at your daughter, who was munching on her cereal with an amused glint in her eye. “Papa’s looking for his script again.”

Sure enough, Reca burst into the kitchen, dressed in a half-buttoned shirt, hair slightly disheveled, and an expression of pure theatrical despair. “It’s a tragedy,” he declared. “A conspiracy! Someone is trying to sabotage my work!”

You calmly pointed at the counter. “It’s next to the coffee machine dear.”

Reca blinked, then sighed in relief. “Ah. My love, what would I do without you?”

“Probably run yourself into the ground.”

Your daughter giggled as Reca scooped her up, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. “And you, my little star, did you sleep well?”

She nodded, still giggling. “You’re so dramatic, Papa.”

“Dramatic?” He placed a hand over his heart in mock offense. “I am a storyteller!”

You shook your head fondly. “You’re going to be late.”

Reca gasped. “The horror!” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before rushing out the door, already mumbling about his next big scene.

Despite his eccentric nature, Reca was a father first and foremost.

When your daughter wanted to put on a play, he didn’t just help—he directed.

“Alright, sweetheart, we need to set the stage properly.” He rearranged the living room furniture, ensuring the “theater” had the perfect ambiance. “Lighting must be just right… music cues need precision… and most importantly, the actors must feel their roles!”

Your daughter giggled. “Papa, it’s just for fun!”

Reca smirked. “And film is just moving pictures, but with the right passion, it becomes art.”

You watched from the couch, amused, as he guided her through dramatic expressions and exaggerated monologues. When she finished her “performance,” he clapped enthusiastically. “Brava, my dear! That was a masterpiece in the making!”

Your daughter beamed. “Really?”

Reca knelt in front of her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Without a doubt. You have the heart of a storyteller.”

You chuckled, standing to join them. “You’re going to turn her into a mini you.”

Reca smirked. “And would that be such a bad thing?”

If there was one battle Reca couldn’t win, it was bedtime.

“Papa, one more story?” your daughter pleaded, looking up at him with big, hopeful eyes.

Reca sighed, rubbing his temples. “My starlight, if I say yes, your mother will have my head.”

From the doorway, you crossed your arms. “Your mother is right here.”

Reca turned, smiling sheepishly. “Ah, love of my life, surely one more story wouldn’t hurt?”

You raised an eyebrow. “One. Short. Story.”

Reca turned back to your daughter, whispering, “Your mother is terrifying.”

Your daughter giggled as he launched into an exaggerated bedtime tale, voice shifting between different characters. By the time he finished, she was barely keeping her eyes open.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Goodnight, my little star.”

As he joined you in the hallway, you shook your head. “You’re too soft on her.”

Reca chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. “How could I not be, when she is half of you?”

After a long day, you collapsed onto the couch, exhaustion settling into your bones. Reca, ever perceptive, took one look at you and decided—

You needed rest.

Wordlessly, he knelt beside you, taking your hand in his. “Rough day?”

You sighed. “Long shoot. Too many retakes.”

Reca smirked. “A director’s nightmare.”

You nodded, leaning into his touch as he massaged your shoulders. “You’re too good to me.”

He pressed a kiss to your wrist. “Nonsense. You are my greatest collaboration.”

You chuckled. “Is that how you see our marriage?”

He smiled, resting his forehead against yours. “A masterpiece in the making.”

Reca believed every day should be an adventure, and today was no different.

“Alright, my little star,” he said, kneeling before your daughter. “Today, we embark on a grand quest.”

She gasped. “A quest?”

He nodded seriously. “A treasure hunt. Only the bravest may succeed.”

You watched as he set up an elaborate game in the backyard, complete with clues, obstacles, and a “treasure” hidden at the end. Your daughter giggled as she followed the trail, eyes shining with excitement.

When she finally reached the “prize”—a chest filled with sweets—she threw herself into Reca’s arms. “Best quest ever, Papa!”

He kissed her forehead. “Only the best for you.”

One evening, as you watched Reca and your daughter reenact one of his movie scenes, you felt a deep warmth settle in your chest.

“Come join us, my love!” Reca called, extending a hand toward you.

You smiled, stepping forward as he pulled you into his embrace. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, you love me.”

Your daughter giggled, hugging both of you. “We’re the best team!”

Reca smiled, his gaze filled with love. “That we are, little star.”

And in that moment, you knew no matter how many films he made, no matter how much praise he received, nothing in the world would ever matter more to him than the two of you.

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shouldntbeherecuzstudying · 9 months ago

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THROUGH HIS EYES

Ratio sat in the quiet room, the murmurs of excited guests barely audible through the door. His thoughts were miles away, drifting back to memories that stirred a deep ache in his chest. In his mind, scenes of the past played like an old, weathered film—the highs and lows of his journey as a father to [Y/N].

It had been rocky from the start. He had been strict, unyielding in his expectations, convinced that discipline and control were the only ways to raise a strong, capable daughter. And yet, for all his attempts to shape her, to guide her, it was her rebellious spirit that resisted him at every turn. [Y/N] had craved more than just his approval—-she longed for his affection, for the kind of warmth and love that he, in his foolishness, withheld.

Their judgements had collided, their words sharp and cutting during arguments that seemed endless. He could still the echoes of their fights, the hurtful things they'd thrown at each other in moments of anger, words he knew they didn't mean.

He had been blind, too blind to see the person his daughter was becoming—vibrant, fiery, but also sensitive and yearning for his understanding. He'd been lost in his ideals, in the image of what he thought she should be, not realizing she was slipping through his fingers with each passing day. The memory of that realization haunted him. He had nearly lost her—not to the world, but to the growing distance between them, a distance he had unknowingly created.

It was the worst pain he had ever felt as a parent. The helplessness of watching his daughter once so eager to connect with him, drift further and further away. It had been a wake-up call, a terrifying one. And from that moment on, he had vowed to be better. Not perfect—he knew that was impossible—but better. He had promised to himself to be the kind of father who didn't just demand but also listened, the kind who offered love freely, without it being earned or measured.

Years passed, and though it hadn't been easy, they had both changed. There were still moments of tension, still occasional disagreements. But now, there was a bond that had taken root in the cracks left by their struggles. It wasn't perfect, but it was real. He had learned to love his daughter not just for what she achieved, but for who she was—a lesson long overdue, but one he would carry with him forever.

A soft knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. His heart clenched as he heard his daughter called out to him so sweetly, her voice carrying that familiar tone, but now more mature, more grounded. When he turned around, his breath caught in his throat.

There she was—his daughter, his little girl, now standing before him as a radiant woman. She wore a wedding dress that seemed to shimmer in the soft light, her features delicate and graceful, yet strong in the way she held herself. She had grown so much, and yet, to him, she was still the same lively teenager who once sought his approval with hopeful eyes.

Ratio choked up, the lump in his throat rising as he tried to find the words. His chest tightened, his emotions swirling into something overwhelming, almost too much to bear. He hadn’t expected to feel this way, hadn’t expected this wave of pride, of love, of bittersweet realization that time had carried them here—together, but changed.

Slowly, he approached her, his hands trembling just a little as he reached up to cup her cheeks. "You... you look beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. His thumb brushed gently across her skin, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak further, couldn’t say anything without risking the tears that burned behind his eyes.

[Y/N] smiled softly, her eyes glistening with her own emotion. “Father…” she whispered back, her hands resting over his as she leaned into his touch.

He held her face like she was the most precious thing in the world—because she was. His daughter, who had once been so full of fire and resistance, now stood before him as a woman filled with grace and strength. He couldn’t believe it. And yet, here she was, reminding him of the journey they had taken together—the missteps, the pain, the healing.

"I’m so proud of you," he said, his voice trembling as he finally let the tears fall. "More than you could ever know."

[Y/N] wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace, and Ratio closed his eyes, holding her close as his heart swelled with an emotion he couldn’t quite put into words. They had been through so much together—so many moments of heartbreak and misunderstanding, but also moments of love and growth. And now, in this moment, it all seemed worth it.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her again, his eyes filled with love. "I’ve always loved you, [Y/N]. Even when I didn’t show it the way I should have."

Her smile grew wider, and she nodded. "I know, Father."

There was a brief pause, one filled with the weight of everything they had been through. Then, in a voice so soft yet filled with emotion, [Y/N] spoke again. "Thank you," she whispered, her words catching slightly in her throat. "For changing, for adjusting... for becoming the parent I needed, the one I deserved. I know it wasn't easy."

Ratio felt the sting of tears return to his eyes, the depth of her gratitude hitting him hard. His daughter wasn’t just thanking him for the present moment but for the years of effort, the times he had faltered, then picked himself up to try again. She was thanking him for the late-night talks, the difficult apologies, and the quiet support she’d needed more than she ever admitted.

"You deserved that and more, sweetheart," he managed to say, his voice raw with emotion. "I wasn’t the best father for a long time. But I’m so grateful you gave me the chance to change, to be there for you in the way you needed." His thumb brushed her cheek again as he added, "You’ve made me proud in ways you’ll never understand."

[Y/N] hugged him tightly once more, her grip conveying everything words couldn’t. "I wouldn’t be here without you," she murmured against his shoulder. "You’ve done more for me than you realize."

Ratio closed his eyes, feeling the weight of her words settle deep in his heart. He had spent so long thinking he had failed as a father, but now, holding his daughter close on this monumental day, he realized they had both grown together. Their journey had been far from perfect, but it had shaped them into the people they were now—stronger, more understanding, and filled with love.

As he held his daughter in his arms, Ratio knew that no matter what, he would always be there for her. Not as the strict, distant father of the past, but as the parent she had always deserved—one who loved her unconditionally and would never stop learning to be better for her.

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shouldntbeherecuzstudying · 10 months ago

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IL DOTTORE x Reader

no warnings ,, fluff

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With the dark shadows in your bedroom, there Il Dottore lays. His hands around your body as you pull yourself close go his tight embrace, already lulled asleep as the soft breaths escape your lips.

Dottore wasnt asleep, he didnt feel the need to as his head rested against your chest, counting the beats of your heart silently.

No clones messing about or trying to steal you away or hog you to themselves, nowhere to see any meddling lab rats or so-called assistants, no longer was he 'Dottore' or 'The Doctor' in your loving embrace.

Zandik is the only one you see,

the same one you went to the akademiya with, the same one you love

And the fatui would have to pry you away from him if they found out just how willing he is for you.

Eyes looking up at your sleeping figure, nothing but fondness in his.

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shouldntbeherecuzstudying · 11 months ago

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shouldntbeherecuzstudying · 11 months ago

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shouldntbeherecuzstudying · 1 year ago

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ratio x alhaitham sibling au

ratio+alhaitham sibling au! where:

they sit together, crossing their arms when their blonde partners make a terribly, terribly wrong decision

they begrudglingly open their fanmail from secret admirers of their respective organisations, shaking their heads in sync when they read something sappy or "utterly shameless and disgusting", in their words

ratio cringes at any type of pda kavetham do in the house, promptly locking himself in his room before something that he doesn't want to see happens

ratio's face turns a slight red when alhaitham teases him about who he wants to pursue, and hits him over the head with his book

aventurine and kaveh hold them back from fighting each other (well, aventurine wants to enjoy the show, but for the sake of it, holds them back to see what funny insults they come up with to throw at each other)

they hold a lecture together, one with brows furrowed, trying to teach the class in peace, and another finding a way to distract him with snarky remarks (you can guess which one is which)

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shouldntbeherecuzstudying · 1 year ago

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Now i can't stop thinking about this

!Dad Dottore Headcanons

HCs from my 11P.M. demon/s

!Dad Dottore who was supposed to experiment on the child but ends up raising the child so that they can withstand the experiment.

!Dad Dottore who ends up accidentally warming up to the child but won't admit it and say it's for an experiment and they're nothing but a lamb being raised for slaughter.

!Dad Dottore who was flabbergasted upon being called "papa" and told the child to never do it again (in public)

!Dad Dottore who would actually do no harm to the child but ends up accidentally doing so and finds himself guilty but never shows it and instead, he sets up a "training" day as an apology and spends time with the child as compensation.

!Dad Dottore who got told he had gone soft but denies it and tried to prove it by ignoring or attempting to be verbally mean to the child and soon regrets it whenever they show any bit of regret or sadness.

!Dad Dottore who doesn't understand children and had Signora partially raise them but interrupts when the child gets attached to her, he wants to be the only parent they have.

!Dad Dottore who never lets the child be around the other fatui members except Pantalone and Signora who were practically the child's aunt and uncle growing up.

!Dad Dottore who keeps the child in his office just to make sure they don't wander off and get hurt but claims it's so that he has data on how the "subject" is improving.

!Dad Dottore who gets questioned about how or when he will experiment or get rid of the child and gets offended then experiments on whoever asked it.

!Dad Dottore who teaches the child to fight brutally but not brutally enough just so the body can be brought back to him.

!Dad Dottore who acted as if he didn't care for the child when they said they wanted to leave because they knew that their only purpose was to be experimented on.

!Dad Dottore who is secretly frustrated from having his child think they were nothing but an experiment.

!Dad Dottore who blames himself for the child's demise, pain, and sorrow after being killed by the fatui for attempting to leave.

!Dad Dottore who swore he'd never think about the child and that he'd forget about them but ends up getting in a really bad mood whenever a small bit of moment he and the child had together replays in his head like a never ending cycle.

!Dad Dottore who tried to destroy all memory of the child as he thinks he's gone soft like everyone said ever since the child got around him but fails miserably and ends up remembering them even more often.

!Dad Dottore who was indenial and takes out his anger on his remaining test subjects as "proof" he hasn't gone soft.

!Dad Dottore who soon realizes it was his fault for involving the child in his fatui business and he has gone soft for a child that was never his and ends up becoming unhinged out of guilt.

!Dad Dottore who keeps around the child's belongings in his office even though he claims he doesn't even remember them.

Sorry guys this happens when I lack one and a half day of sleep

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