AAAAAAAAA I HOPE YOUR REQUESTS AREN'T CLOSED YET
I'd like to please request for fuegoleon and nozel with wife s/o where they have been busy with work for awhile and even forget a special day like maybe her birthday or their anniversary or maybe a date that they promised to take her to buy stood her up and it's the last straw and s/o is very sad and quiet and the boys are afraid that she's had enough of them and wants to leave? Happy ending please
Hurt/comfort fic that goes both ways like the guys comfort s/o and s/o also assures them that she wouldn't leave them
Oh some hurt-comfort my beloved~ The thing that I really love about this request is that it's very human. The guys live a busy life and forgetting happens. They're only human. But there is love and healing in communication.
Anyways, I do hope that you like this! ^^
Pairings: Fuegoleon x f!reader, Nozel x f!reader
Fanfic type: Headcanons
Genre: Hurt-comfort
Warnings: Angsty themes, the guys are tied up with work and don't show appreciation to reader, there is a happy end tho
Total length: ~1.7k
Fuegoleon
It wasn’t that you didn’t understand that your husband was a busy man. It really wasn’t. That much had been established from the very start. A good portion of the fate of the kingdom lied on his shoulders, and it had been one of the things that had made you so proud of him.
But… you had expected that he would make time for you. That you’d be… maybe not the centre of his universe, but that at least he’d continue to put effort into your relationship even after marriage.
And he had, for some time, but… lately… over a long time of ‘lately’… Work had been much more important. Long days, meetings, missions, reports, everything that at this point seemed more like an excuse to be everywhere but home. Especially granted that when he got back, he withdrew himself.
Which made you think that, that wasn’t the man you married.
But your anniversary was coming up, and you had, in passing, talked about it a month back, so perhaps it’d serve as a start of a new chapter for you two. Because, up until now, he had never missed one.
Up until now.
As you sat there, in your shared bedroom all dressed up after having waited for hours for him to come home and go… somewhere… He hadn’t. Not as much as a word, or a message… Nothing. And it really made you think about the life you were living.
Because though you didn’t want to be alone, at least you’d be free to look for someone else if you weren’t committed to anyone. It was a thought you had never imagined to even occur to you at the start of your relationship, or marriage, for that matter. But not there was something so… beckoning, in it. It was sharp and almost sickening in its disappointment.
But it was also tempting.
The room door opened, and your husband entered.
You glanced at him, but didn’t say anything. Not even as his eyes turned to you, and he just stood there, in silence. In the silence that now echoed in the room around you.
Until he took a step, and another one. Those heavy, almost apprehensive steps, and crouched down next to your seat while putting his hand onto your leg.
“Honey?” He asked while searching for your gaze, which you didn’t give. Too many emotions. Too many harsh syllables, but most importantly, too much silence. Because what were you going to say anyways.
He waited for a while, looking at your outfit, your posture, slumped forward, but most importantly he looked at your eyes. He looked at how you looked into nothingness.
You were making decisions, he knew as much. Thoughts were swirling in your head, and these thoughts he didn’t like. They filled him with dread, as he could imagine what they must’ve been. He could, but he didn’t want to.
“I’m sorry for forgetting,” he finally spoke through the silence. “I’m… I haven’t been performing well as a husband lately and I…” he trailed off, not sure what to say.
“It’s not about ‘performing’,” you replied, because the word ‘performing’ sounded too much like he was putting on a show. “I don’t want someone who goes through the motions. I just want you to be there.” Tears started collecting in your eyes, because the clutter of emotions in your heart was trying to get away from the confines that were you.
He got up enough to sit on the arm rest of the chair and wrapped his arms around you in a warm, gentle embrace. “I want to be there for you,” he whispered. “And I’ll promise to do better, because I… do love you and I don’t want to lose you,” he spoke, and in his tone you could sense a hint of dread. Because the idea of really losing you shook him.
You leaned in to his embrace, because you could feel the regret of what he had failed to do. But most importantly, you could feel the love that was radiating from him.
“Don’t leave,” he still whispered against you hair.
And you placed your hand onto his leg while nudging him with your head. “I won’t,” you promised him.
It was a ‘down’ of your marriage. But you’d make it through. You were certain about it. Because he wasn’t, and you weren’t, the type of a person to just simply give up.
And, you knew that you’d both try. You’d try to tell him when you needed time with him, and he’d try to arrange it. Or then you could, at the very least, talk about your emotions. Feel heard and understood. Because your husband would.
You knew that he would.
You were in it together, and he was right there, now that you needed him.
Nozel
Nozel had a bad habit of shutting himself away from you when he got busy. He always had had it. And he had explained that it was because he didn’t want to burden you with his worries. That he didn’t want to cause you any unnecessary stress and worry. Which at the beginning you had deemed sweet and caring.
But… now that you were married, and he was going through something that seemed like an endless busy season at work, you wondered if this was the life you had really signed up for. Because you had, during that time, asked him about his day, asked about work, and it had just turned into him shutting down even more. It was like he was avoiding you.
Though you knew that not to be the case, because he did have a schedule, and after glancing at it, not a single thing in there seemed to be crafted. All of it was ‘meaningful’. But still, you really would have wanted to at least… just to hear about him. Spend an evening, and hour a day, by just chatting. Connecting. Being husband and wife and it just wasn’t… doing it.
And it made you wonder if Nozel had, at its most core level, married you just out of necessity or tradition. That he had found someone that he could marry, but not that he really wanted to be with you. Just that it was tolerable.
It was a bitter thought. A very, very bitter thought which didn’t reflect the man who had bared open his soul to you, to reveal a kind and caring man underneath all the layers.
But that wasn’t how you felt now. It wasn’t how you had felt for a long time, and it… didn’t feel like he appreciated you. Though he had promised to take you on a date.
Tonight.
You had gone to buy a new dress, new lingerie and did your hair. Placed a Silva hairclip into your hair and deemed yourself to look like you were fitting to the title of ‘Lady Silva’.
You sat into a chair, and waited. And waited… and waited… for him to come home and pick you up.
Only that he didn’t.
He didn’t come around until hours later. And you still sat there, in that chair, but now anticipation had turned into a swaying sea of turmoiling thoughts.
As he just stood there. In the entry way.
“We… were supposed to go out on the 14th?” He said, which sounded almost like he was trying to reason something out, correct a misunderstanding.
Only that as he had spoken it out, he realised that it was the 14th.
It was… the 14th…
He closed the door behind him and walked over to you, as if a ghost, as you just stared blankly ahead of yourself.
He crouched down, but he didn’t try to meet your gaze. Instead he just stared blankly ahead of himself as well.
“I’m…” he whispered through the silence of the room. “I’m… sorry…” it sounded like those words would always be as difficult for him to utter. But he did, utter.
However, as you stayed silent, wondering what exactly to reply, because you didn’t feel that ‘it’s okay’ was the right thing to say, your silence… it terrified him.
He knew that he wasn’t … good when it came to expressing himself. He knew that he had sharp, ragged corners and that he was difficult to love, but it… It didn’t mean that he wouldn’t have loved you.
What terrified him was that he had made himself harder to be loved by you. Perhaps even too hard to love, to be loved, by you. “I’ll…. I’ll make it up to you.” He promised in a way that only a repenting man can.
And in that promise, in his tone, in his eyes that were still down, as if deeming himself unworthy of gazing to you.
“I’ll get you anything you want,” he continued, without thinking, but meaning well.
“I don’t want something you can buy,” you replied, breaking your own silence.
And he stayed silent. Repenting even harder.
“I want to be with you. That’s why I married you, and I’ve been just feeling like I… don’t…” you didn’t want to say ‘matter’, but it seemed, from his hunched shoulders, that he heard you.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated, this time with a more definite tone as he got up and wrapped his arms around you, pressing your head against his chest. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “I don’t…” he tried, but confidence failed him. The words he didn’t want to utter, got stuck in his throat, but instead he pushed out different ones. Ones that spoke out his fear. “Don’t… leave…”
You could feel his heart thumping in his chest as a faint, passing tremor passed through him, as if trembling.
Yes… trembling.
“I’m right here…” you whispered back, because you were there. Yes, thoughts that had made you question your relationship had swirled in your head, but it wasn’t like he was doing something… less than necessary, with his time. He was working. And he had opened up so much during the time you had been together. So… he was trying.
And he was there, now, when you needed him. Which is what count.
“I love you,” he professed with a whisper, but one that resonated with your heart strings. And that made you have faith in you two, again.
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150. (Sorry that's a lot of questions, I'm curious?)
That is a lot Woah
1. Who was the last person you held hands with?Actually properly held hands? @mientxs exactly like 2 months ago, tho I briefly held my best friend’s hand a five days ago3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?the two mentioned in the above answer4. Are you easy to get along with?AAAAA I really don’t know I’m sorry
6. What kind of people are you attracted to?I really don’t have a good answer to that sorry.
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?I hope so?
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?Deep? Umm a few days ago me and my best friend talked about our musicals (they’ve made and put a musical on stage, I have one in the making) and about philosophy so that
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?It’s not in english but it’s a random appreciation message to my best friend telling them I really really really appreciate them and that they’re an amazing person
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?Shit, umm. You gotta die sometime (Falsettos), what would I do (Falsettos), The games I play (Falsettos), Don’t threaten me with a good time (P!ATD), House of memories (P!ATD)Just cause I’m kinda obsessed with them lately,
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?If it’s the front of my hair I hate it, if it’s the back yeah I’m down
19. Do you like bubble baths?Umm hadn’t had one in literal years, but I do like them I suppose
20. Do you like your neighbors?I don’t really know em whoops. but I have a pal who lives next door but umm. They’re kinda. problematic idk
21. What are you bad habits?I’ve too many. A few kinds of self-destructive behaviour. Idk man sorry.
38. Describe your dream girl/guy?Ummm I have no answer sorry fam I just. Don’t really have a real type so I don’t really have like a dream guy (or girl, I guess, if I get less gay again)39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?Umm there’s this one store in the neighbour city called the fairy forest and the vibes there are so calm and there’s fairy figures and gem stones and merch for stuff and just. It feels so so good and calm and magical
40. What do you want to do after high school?Well, aside from like, be on hormones (but I plan on getting on em when I’m 18 at the very worst case which is still highschool for me) and get top surgery, really, idk.
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?Usually bad things lol. Either my mental state is getting worse or my voice dysphoria is really shitty or I’m going non-verbal/ semi verbal. I mean, it rarely means something good.
43. Do you smile at strangers?Yeah, mostly at retail workers/cashiers and drivers who let me pass.
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?AAAAA IDK I’m a space nerd but I love the sea but the bottom of the ocean is terrifying so aaa. Space?
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?*shrug*63. Ever been in love? ughhhh I hate the question but yeah
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?*Sigh* I’ll have to get back to you on this one, I’ve never kissed anyone.
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?....Don’t tell anyone100. How are you feeling?If only I knew
108. What should you be doing?I don’t think there really is anything right now
116. Are you listening to music right now?Yeah. rn a day in falssetoland is on
119. Favourite book?AAAAAAAAA Idk???? House of Hades? Simon VS the homo sapiens agenda?120. Are you afraid of the dark?Umm probably as much as the next person idk
122. Is cheating ever okay?I want to say no but I guess if it’s like arranged marriage you had no say in I guess that’d be fine?
123. Can you keep white shoes clean?Nooooooo125. Do you believe in true love?true lovenoun True love is a strong and lasting affection between spouses or lovers who are in a happy, passionate and fulfilling relationship.By this defenition, yes, absolutly.
127. What makes you happy?Lots of stuff? idk. Success, fun times with friends, affection and compliments, making something good, my ships, other people’s happiness, idk lots of stuff
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?this is... this is the same as 10...
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?Open, otherwise my dog cries.
137. How tall are you?I’m really really really unsure but 160 cm? (which would be around 5′3 in american)140. Summer or Winter?Winter!!!!!!
142. Favourite month?Don’t think I really have one
145. Tea or Coffee?Tea
146. Was today a good day?No
148. What’s your favourite quote? Just one????? I can’t choose no way I’m sorry
149. Do you believe in ghosts? No? I used to. now I’m pretty sure I don’t
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?
It’sIt’s a blank pageThere’s nothing thereIt’s we were liarswow
Send me a number
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