Princess And His Knight: Aymeric De Borel X Reader Edition

Princess and His Knight: Aymeric de Borel x Reader Edition

A/N: I recently got into this silly little game and noticed a lack of fresh Aymeric content so I edited a personal fic of mine into an x-reader for all to enjoy and insert themselves or their ocs into \o/ this is my first time writing for this sweet man so I am so sorry if he is a little ooc! Just a heads up, this contains spoilers for basically all of Heavensward. (I just started Stormblood though so no spoilers pretty pretty please)

Summary: Aymeric de Borel happens to come across you in Gridania during a business trip but while he waits for you to finish up your own business, two small children make him reflect on his dynamic with you. Perhaps this time he isn't the knight in shining armor...

Rating: E

Pairing: Botanist reader/Aymeric

It was a fortunate chance that Ser Aymeric ran into his dear Warrior of Light in Gridania. Initially this trip was to meet with the Elder Seedseer and personally deliver a few documents as a displayed initiative of Ishgard keeping contact with the rest of Eorzea. Or at least that is the polite way of documenting he wanted to take advantage of the rare occasion he’s able to escape his desk and to also take advantage of the even rarer occasion he’s able to take a small break from the everlasting winter at home in exchange for a brief change of scenery.

Judging by the subtle smile on Lucia’s face it was safe to say she appreciated the brief trip as well. 

After the exchange of pleasantries followed by work discussions, and finally after some light personal chit-chat the conversation with Elder Seedseer reached an appropriate conclusion.

Before parting ways, Kan-E-Senna mentioned with a curl of her lip that the Warrior of Light was spotted near the Botanist guild if he had a moment to spare or hell- if they were even still there. With the fate of Eorzea on their shoulders so often, the Warrior of Light was not one to stay in a single spot for too long.

“It would not hurt to stop by and bid greetings to our dear friend before we head home.” Aymeric eagerly suggests to Lucia as if he even had to explain himself. 

“It certainly would not, Lord Commander.” Her smile curls, matching Kan-E-Senna’s knowing one.

With the convenience of mini Aetherytes around, the two were at the Botanist guild within a minute. The area only feels somewhat familiar after being given a tour some time ago. As commander of the Temple Knights and head speaker of the House of Lords, he’s rarely in Gridania. Let alone in areas outside of the Lotus Sand and the airship landing dock.

Familiar with the area or not, there is no deceiving his eyes when he spots a figure he’d recognize anywhere. With his objective in sight, his pace unconsciously quickens. For speed efficiency reasons of course.

There you were, several yalms away. You look quite different aside from your contemplative stare aiming down. Rarely has he seen you outside of a heavy winter coat. He’d say your current attire matches well with the other botanists in the area.

It’s not until he and Lucia are much closer do they notice you’re looking down at three small children, two of them holding planter pots. 

For a moment, you crouch down, taking the small pot carefully in your hands as you inspect the dirt. Quietly, Aymeric admired the way your brows pinch together in thought as your eyes observe the object in hand. What you said was inaudible to him but it made the small Elezen child grin with glee. 

Aymeric also smiles, feeling his heart flutter at the sight of someone so dear to him work so nicely with the children. He had half the mind to turn on his heels so as to not disturb the moment but he becomes sealed in place the moment your head finally turns towards the two.

Your eyes widen briefly but the wide smile that blooms quickly after the initial surprise could bring spring to Ishgard. 

“I hope we are not interrupting.” He returns the smile.

“Oh no! Not at all!” You fervently shake your head and stand upright. “It’s good to see you’re both outside of the winter wonderland.” You chuckle. “Is it business or pleasure that brings you out here?” 

“It is indeed a pleasure to have a change of scenery but alas, it is business that brings me here today.” Aymeric gives you a slight nod. “Is it business that also occupies you today? I would not want to pose as a distraction from your current company.” His hand motions to the three small children beside you.

You glance down at them for a moment before shaking you head. “Nah, just helping the little ones get some proper soil for their plants. Got this one trying to grow some mint.” You slightly lift the pot toward him. “I been overdue to come by and check on the guild, well- moreso Fufucha.” An airy laugh follows.

“Fufucha?” A dark brow quirks up. The name faintly rings a bell.

“Fufucha!” You nod. “She’s the head of this guild- oh- I haven’t introduced you yet.” You gasp before turning to one of the small figures. “Hey, Fufucha! If you get a second I’d like you to meet someone.” 

With a perk of a small head adorning a sunhat, Aymeric stands corrected upon the realization that the small figures beside his champion were actually two small children and a single lalafell.

“These some friends of yours?” A soft southern voice inquires as she takes a step or two closer. As Aymeric more carefully inspect the lalafell he notices she and you wore matching hats. Yet another charming detail of his dear friend that will be added to the collection.

“Sure are! Some of my closest yet.” You nod proudly. “This is Aymeric and Lucia. Or Ser Aymeric if you wanna get fancy with it. I told you how Ishgardians have their fancy rankings but these are good people who helped me out and saved my ass lots of times.” You laugh, motioning your hand to the respected figures, ignoring said guild master muttering “language!” In a warning tone. 

The commander almost laughs from the casualness of the introduction but he’s long perfected the act of maintaining his cool composure. To know and be able to refer to those in high authority with such casualness was truly the privilege of the Warrior of Light. However, he is confident you would say it all the same regardless of your own title. 

“Miss. Fufucha was it? It is an honor and a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for providing your botanic knowledge to the people of Eorzea.” Aymeric gives a polite smile as he bows along with Lucia.

“I have heard through the grapevine that you and the Warrior of Light provided assistance to the farmers on Camp Cloudtop. For such deeds, I thank you once more.” There’s a prideful glimmer in his sapphire eyes, amused by his little play on words.

“As they have said, I am Ser Aymeric de Borel, commander of the Temple Knights. Tis the fancy way to put it as they have also said.” His eyes flicker to you for your reaction.

“I thank you for your service in keeping Ishgard, and my sprout here safe. I can’t take full credit of the work in Camp Cloudtop as that was mostly their doing. I just offered some sage advice.” The Lalafell nods.

“I heard plenty about you both though. Especially you, Ser Aymeric.” She smiles. “It’s nice to finally have a face to match all they said.” She innocently rests hands behind her back.

“Oh? Good things I hope.” It’s lighthearted but deep down he truly hopes you songs of praise match his of yours. 

“Of course! When they came back gushing about-” 

“OH-KAY! That’s enough! Boss, the kids need the good soil for these.” You quickly hold the small planter out to your guildmaster as an offering.

“You know where the good soil is.” Fufucha is unmoved with the exception of her arms coming forward to cross over her chest. 

“Don’t pay any mind to that.” You say to the two guests while glaring at Fufucha for a moment before sighing in defeat. “I’ll be right back but after that I’d like to get some lunch with you before you take off.” You pause, giving the raven haired knight a hopeful look. “That’s if you both aren’t in a hurry to get back.”

 “Not at all. That sounds lovely.” The acceptance leaves his lips unconsciously but he wouldn’t dream of redacting it after seeing your face light up. “As someone more local to the area, I trust you have an assortment of good recommendations.” He adds. He was already out, surely another bell or two wouldn’t hurt. This opportunity was rare enough as it is but to also have you here and not in the midst of saving the world again? He’d dare to say this was a blessing from Halone. 

“Right!” You grin. “I’ll be just a sec. Just don’t…” Your gaze flickers from Fufucha then to the two children gazing up at Aymeric and Lucia in awe. “Hey kids, you know those are knights. They fought lots of nasty monsters and stuff. You should ask them about it.” You initiate the shift in conversation before reaching for the other planter and heading inside the guild. 

Lucia smiles to herself as the two children gasp in awe and step closer. One was a blonde boy and the other a girl who looked a lot like his sister. 

“Are you sure you’re a knight?” The girl softly asks Aymeric while shyly twirling a blonde braid around her finger. “You look more like a prince.”

“I am deeply flattered by such an endearing compliment but I am in fact a sworn knight.” Aymeric chuckles, kneeling before the two. “May I be graced with the name of the fair maiden before me and her comrade?”

“I’m Ophelia!” The girl slightly lifts part of her dress and bows in a polite curtsy. “And this is my brother Oliver.” Her hand motions to the boy who curiously is peeking at the long sapphire blue sword on the commander's side.

“It is a pleasure to meet you bo-”

“Have you killed people with that?” The boy asks abruptly, causing even the knight himself to pause for a second. The boy's hazel eyes have a strange amount of sparkles for such a morbid question. 

“Oh definitely! Like daddy said, knights kill all types of things like dragons and bad guys and poor people.” Ophelia nods in agreement.

“Okay! That’s it with the blood and violence talk.” Fufucha interjects, waving her hands.”I’m gonna have a word with your father about what he’s feeding to you.” She sighs, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry about that.” She looks apologetically at Aymeric.

“It’s alright.” He assures her. “While weapons are created to harm, this sword is strictly for the use of protecting the people against armed villains. People such as yourselves included.” He softly smiles at the two children. “A long time ago my people did fight dragons but that war has reached its end and now the dragons live in harmony with us.” 

Ophelia nods a little before perking up once more with hopefully a less morbid response. “Okay so you did fight a dragon but have you rescued a princess from a tower?” She eyes him with mild suspicion. “The stories all say that knights have fought dragons and rescued their true love from the highest point in the tower!” She said matter-of-factly. “The knights also break the spell of their true love with a kiss but if you haven’t kissed someone yet it’s okay. I’ll still count it.” She nods rather sympathetically with a hand over her heart. 

A laugh escapes Lucia. She holds a hand over her mouth in an attempt to muffle herself.

Aymeric side eyes his second in command for a split second before clearing his throat. “I see… Thank you for your generous grading. However, I have not had the opportunity to rescue a princess just yet. Ishgard does not have royalty but rather a republic.” He tries to explain. 

“What about the Warrior of Light? I heard they slayed a dragon and a big one too!” Oliver stretched his arms out to emphasize the size. “But they whine about how tired they are of running through a lot of castles but I think they’re just being lazy.” He whispers, glancing at the door to make sure you weren't going to hear that. 

“In their defense, being a hero is quite exerting so I can certainly sympathize with their exhaustion but to answer your question, yes. They have saved me and my country by bravely slaying a very sizable dragon.” Aymeric chuckles.

“Are we talking about dragons?” The door swings open once more as you approach the party and crouch down next to Aymeric. 

“Our friends here are quite curious about your good deeds in Ishgard. They are in search of a knight who’s experience includes; slaying a dragon, saving a princess from a tower, and breaking her afflicted curse with a kiss from her true love.” 

“Ah, it wouldn’t be the first time I had someone request a dazzling knight in shining armor.” You chuckle, handing the two their respective pot. “But you’re right! I fought plenty of dragons. All of them bigger than your house with mighty large horns and massive fangs! But after taking down the biggest, baddest of them all, we’re square now. I have plenty of dragons I would consider good friends!” You proudly point your thumb towards yourself. 

“I ain’t quite saved a princess from a tower but I saved my friend Aymeric here from the tallest of them all!” You nod towards him. 

Upon a second of reflection, Aymeric supposed that the Vault could technically be considered a tower. 

“Was he under an evil witches curse you broke with a kiss?” Ophelia tilts her head innocently.

“O-oh no!” You laugh nervously and shake your head. Thinking more on it, you supposed his father could be considered an evil witch having conspired with the Ascians and and the other well… points that aren’t exactly the time or place to dwell on, let alone tell children. 

“Good enough! I have my answer!” Ophelia states. You and Aymeric exchange looks, both curious what it would be. 

“The Warrior of Light slayed a dragon and rescued Aymeric from a tower so I declare they are the knight and Aymeric is the princess!” She beams proudly from her conclusion. 

Now you, Lucia and Fufucha were having the laugh.   

Aymeric wishes he had a retort at the tip of his tongue but all's lost when he sees how the corners of your eyes crinkle as your smile widens. Times like this, outside the midst of battle you look so soft. The yearning is there to embrace you. To be enveloped in your arms and selfishly absorb the warmth you radiate. Like a comforting blanket that protects all in your reach.

It is the same security he hopes he brings. As Commander of the Temple Knights he’s saved more lives than one could count, slayed many beasts and served his country like a noble knight should without asking for anything in return but the Warrior of Light… Within your short time to Ishgard you became this countrys champion, his champion. You are like the sun whose rays could not be smothered by even the thickest of clouds. 

Countless times you volunteered to put you life on the line to protect his own men, reach out to someone once deemed a terrorist and turned the tides for the sake of peace, ventured to the clouds farther than his own men had ever traveled, slayed the very dragon who put their newly born alliance between man and dragon in danger. An alliance that might not have even been forged had it not been for the trust you built with them. 

You even saved his best friend. A man he feared would have to have been striked down out of his duty for Ishgard but where he lacked, you made up for it. Hell, he didn’t believe he would have stood a chance against Raubahn in the Eorzean tournament and but amongst the cage of flames you stood proudly as the victor while adorning Ishgardian colors.

Such a proud display of his peoples armor, snowflakes dusting your hair and, the fire in your eyes is a memory that plagues his thoughts an amount too embarrassing to admit.

With a soft inhale, he sighs. There’s a smile as he realized he has no choice but to accept this title. For it truly was the one beside him who rescued him from his fathers captive at the tallest point in the tower and ventured out far and wide to slay him. A task he still feels ashamed having not done himself but what’s done is done.

“Since I’m a knight, can I have my own set of dragoon armor?” You peer at him.

“What became of the Ishgardian armor given to you for the tournament?” A brow quirks up.

“I still have that but I think the armor Estinien had was way cooler. I think it would be neat to have my own one day.” You smile smugly as you cup your chin between your index finger and thumb. 

“While I do agree the Azure Dragoon armor has a well thought out design that suits the fighter and looks pleasing on the eyes, such a design is unfortunately reserved only for those appointed as the next Azure Dragoon.” 

“Aw man.” You sigh defeatedly and slouch your shoulders. “Well, if you’re not going to let me have that or your armor you’ll at least buy lunch, right?” With a soft groan you rise back up to your full height. A hand extends to him as an offer. 

“Now that I can certainly do for my knight.” He lifted his head up and reached for your hand. Gently he squeezed it as he rose to his feet, giving it a shake as a quiet promise of their deal.   

“Deal!” You smile and give him a nod before looking down at the smaller three. You take off your gloves, tucking them in your pocket before reaching out to ruffle the two heads, much to their dismay. “Alright, I’m going to head out but you guys take care now. I’ll stop by again soon, Fufucha.” 

“I hope you do.” The botanist smiles up at you before turning to Aymeric and Lucia. “Thank you for coming by today. You’re welcome to come by anytime and we’re always happy to help folks discover their green thumb!” She smiles, holding a thumbs up at the two. 

“Thank you for the invitation. It was a pleasure to meet you as well, Miss. Fufucha. Perhaps one day I may take you up on your offer.” Aymeric does a slight bow and returns the gentle smile. 

“Good luck to the both of you as well.” He looks to the two small children who wave and bid their farewells.

With a turn of the heel, Aymeric, Lucia and you were off to Old Gridania. 

“My dear Warrior of Light.” Aymeric spoke up after a quiet moment. “Pray, er- next time you and your comrades catch up do give them my greetings but perhaps they needn’t know of our newly established titles.” He softly suggests. 

You smirk, nodding your head a little. Your hands link behind your back as you lean closer to him. “Anything for you, your highness.” You softly say then add after a beat has passed. “However, you know those kids aren’t the only ones who call me your knight in shining armor.” You muse.   

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Young Love

Toshinori Yagi/All Might x Reader

Summary: Toshinori doesn’t want his little girl growing up too fast...so what is the logical thing he does? BANS THE BOYS!!!

Builds off of this headcanon

Masterlist

Extended Ending

It was the little things he noticed, you know? His daughter would be watching Spirited Away and sigh away wistfully once Haku was gathered together by the thousands of colored pixels on the screen. His young daughter would also giggle uncontrollably when he would introduce her to the many pro heroes, especially upon meeting Hawks....and it didn’t help that he only indulged her childish crush upon him by holding her hands as she babbled away to him, let her touch the feathers upon his wings. His daughter may have been 5 and the heroes were just smitten by how adorable she was....but it didn’t change the fact that it made his heart sink to the depths of his abdomen whenever she would make googly eyes at boys. It drove him insane! That was his little girl! He didn’t want to be reminded that one day she would date and then pack up and move away! This fear reached its limit though once he began to take her along with him when he taught class 1A. That was the last straw...

Her eyes scanned over the many future heroes...but once they landed upon Shoto Todoroki? It was over for her young, tiny heart. At first she was too shy to even look at him, but finally she began to edge her way up to his side while other groups were doing scenarios, small hand tugging on his pants leg to grab his attention.

“Hi...what’s your name?” She whispered out, the young teen only leaning down a bit to hear her, his face derived of any emotion as usual.

“I’m Shoto Todoroki...” he whispered back before standing up straight. His attention was only grabbed once again by another tug of his pants leg, looking back down to the young girl beside him.

“You want some of my gummies?” She whispered out again, holding up one of those small packets of gummies that were usually shaped like spongebob, scooby doo, or maybe even Disney characters. Shoto only gave a nod of his head before opening the bag, offering her some before eating the rest (there never were that many in those packets). And just like that, she was hooked. She had begun with sharing little things with him, like her snacks she would bring. One time she even brought a bright pink beaded bracelet, offering it to him so they could match with the one she was wearing and he only once again calmly took it from her and slid it onto his wrist. Then her father began to learn how to braid hair. She would flaunt it off to everyone, but to Shoto?

“Shoto, do you notice anything different?” She would ask sweetly, giving a tiny little spin before him, which he only just looked. Honestly, he had no idea what the hell was different. Should he have known? But he finally decided on an answer.

“Is it...your ribbons?” He asked as he let his fingers tug on them gently, All Might’s young daughter only breaking out into a fit of giggles as she clutched onto his hand to give herself balance as she gave another turn to show her hair.

“No, silly! Daddy braided my hair different today!” She boasted as she reached one of her tiny hands to toss around the ends of her braids, the ribbons that were tied to the ends, that were once in bows, flopped about as she did so. “Do you know how to tie a bow though? The ones Daddy did fell out...” the young girl pouted, which Todoroki only motioned for her to turn around, a bright grin and the smallest of blushes on her cheeks as he redid her bows in her hair. Toshinori shouldn’t have been surprised when he would catch glances of his daughter talking to Todoroki and giggling that love sick giggle. Heck, he knew what was up the minute she shared her snacks!

She never shared her snacks! Not even with her own father!

But then she became bolder.....

“Shoto....can I hold your hand?” She asked sweetly as she rolled back and forth onto her tiptoes and back onto her heels.

“Hm...? Sure..” he simply stated, that goofy grin back upon her face as she reached her tiny hand up to his, his huge hand grabbing onto hers automatically as class continued on, the other classmates casting their glances to him and the young girl to give their little ‘awes’ at the cute scene they had just witnessed. It got to a point where she even stopped asking to hold his hand, she would just do it, skipping along side him and jumping over cracks if they had to walk somewheres.

“Awe...Todoroki is such a good friend.” Ururaka gushed out as he was once again fixing the ribbons in her hair as they stood around on the training grounds.

“He’s not my friend...he’s my boyfriend..” she corrected, Todoroki not really reacting much to the comment, though the older girl before her had to press a hand to her mouth to surpress her laughter as the young girl only once again grabbed onto his hand, humming and skipping away as the group began to move somewheres else. Though Toshinori had finally had enough one day on the way back home.

“Daddy....I really love Shoto...” his daughter sighed out as she kicked her legs around in the back seat, strapped into her car seat, fingers messing with the bright pink bracelet that Shoto also wore (he didn’t have the heart to take it off). Toshinori’s hand came slamming down on the edge of the steering wheel, glancing back to his daughter.

“Nope! This is not happening! You, young lady, are 5! You are too young! No more boys!” He said sternly, but he felt guilty as he heard her sniffles as he parked the car outside of you and Toshinori’s house, she already managing to unbuckle herself and stumble out of the car, wailing all the way with tears running down her face. You opened the front door with a confused look, your daughter already clutching onto your legs.

“Daddy is so mean!” She dramatically said through her wails, you kneeling down to begin wiping away her snot and tears from her face, you casting a glance to Toshinori that basically just asked ‘what the fuck is happening’. Which he only sighed to before speaking.

“She said she loved Todoroki, so I said that she was too young and so no boys.” He shrugged his shoulders, which his daughter only began to cry even loud as you stood up, picking her up along with you, her arms already clutching around your neck as you stepped into the house, Toshinori stepped in after you and shut the door.

“I love Todoroki....” your daughter continued to wail out “He’s my boyfriend...” which you only tried to hold back your laughter as you listened to the little girl wail over a boy and throwing a small tantrum over her father saying boys weren’t allowed. “Tell daddy that he can’t do that!” She said as she hiccuped, your hand soothingly rubbing against her back as you sat down onto the couch in the living room. Toshinori only stood before you, guilt creeping in the more he watched his daughter cry.

“Toshinori...take back what you said..” you finally mumbled out as you rocked your daughter, giving him a glance. You raised your eyebrows, motioning him to begin speaking. Toshinori only gasped for air, wanting to protest, but that look you gave him silenced his rebukes he wanted to make, sighing in defeat.

“I take back what I said..” he mumbled out, your daughter’s cries finally stopping as she pulled away from your chest, looking back to her father with her red, puffy eyes, sniffling and hiccuping still from her crying.

“Look..see? Now go give daddy a hug and a kiss to make up.” You spoke out as you set her down on the ground, which she tiredly walked up to her dad, reaching her hands up which he soon picked her up, giving her a hug while she gave a quick kiss to his cheek before resting her head down onto his shoulder, totally exhausted from her crying.

Toshinori had to give it to Shoto Todoroki though....he has got to be the world’s best virtue holder of patience....

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The Art of Love Chapter 16

Chapter 15 here

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Disclosure: This chapter has a three-month time jump.

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"Will you stay the night?" you asked him.  "I would love to, Y/N."  You two snuggled into each other, where you both fell into a deep sleep for the remainder of the night.  You woke up the next morning before Shouta and gazed at him, smiling, while he slept.  He really was a beautiful man.  You took your hand and gently brushed his hair out of his face.  He started stirring, opened his eyes and caught you staring at him, to which he smiled over at you.  "Good morning," he sleepily greeted.  "Good morning, yourself," you said back to him.  You leaned over and kissed him, and offered to make the two of you breakfast.  You got up, got dressed into sweat shorts and a tee-shirt, and made your way to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee and start breakfast.

As you two sat there and ate and drank your coffee, you and Shouta continued your conversation from the night before.  You told him you still had your fears, but he assured you that with him and Eri by your side, they would help you conquer your fears.  Your heart swelled at this statement, and you couldn't help but tear up.  "We care about you, Y/N," he gently told you as he wiped away a fallen tear.  You leaned into this touch; you really did miss him and his touch over the last several weeks.  "As much as I don't want to do this, I do have to get going; Eri is expecting me for some more training this morning. And I'm sure Yamada would like a break."  With that, you two got up from your table, and you walked hand-in hand to your front door.

"Y/N, since we're starting over again, may I have the pleasure of taking you out on a date?"  You looked at him and for the millionth time that morning, you broke out into a huge smile.  "I would love to go on a date with you, Shouta."  He leaned down and kissed you, placing his one hand on your face, and his other hand on your waist.  You wrapped your arms around his neck, and deepened the kiss.  He momentarily pulled away, exclaiming, "god, I missed this. I missed you." He kissed you once more, and let you know he'll be in touch soon with date plans.  You two kissed goodbye, and you watched him as he walked away until he was out of your sight completely.  

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The next three months were bliss for you.  You and Shouta were regularly seeing each other, and your fears were starting to subside.  Your heart was slowly, but surely, opening back up, and Shouta and Eri were the main reasons for that.  Shouta consistently and gently reminded you he was there to protect people, including you.  You and Eri also got closer outside of school, as well.  You could tell that she was happy that you and Shouta were seeing each other again.  She was also doing beautifully in school; her art was bright and positive compared to when she first started.  Your heart felt full.

Shouta picked up Eri one chilly day after school.  You watched him as he helped her put on her and button up her jacket.  He was so gentle and sweet with her, and it was that moment that it clicked; you were in love.  No more falling, you were IN love with Shouta.  The realization literally took your breath away, and your heart started pounding.  "Are you okay, Y/N? You look flushed," Shouta asked you as he helped Eri put her backpack on.  You looked over at him and froze for a moment, "oh, I'm fine. I'm sorry, I just got the chills,"  you replied as you laughed.  Both Shouta and Eri seemed to accept your answer, and approached your desk.  "What do you think, Eri?  Should we have Miss L/N over for dinner tomorrow?"  Eri beamed up at him, "yeah!"  You smiled down at Eri; she was so sweet.  Shouta then looked down at you, "well, Y/N?  Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow evening?"  "I would love to," you replied with a smile.

The three of you said your goodbyes to each other, and once you knew they were out of the school, you sat back in your chair, taking in your realization.  You were in love with Shouta Aizawa.  You never thought you could love another man after Kento, yet here you were.  The thought of being in love again terrified you, but excited you all the same.  You decided then and there that you were going to tell Shouta you loved him at your dinner date tomorrow, after Eri went to sleep.  You thought about Kento again, and felt that familiar sense of peace wash over you, just like it did during your very first date with Shouta.  Deep in your heart, you knew Kento would be so happy for you.  You were finally able to close that chapter of your life.

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You arrived at Shouta's dorm the next evening around 6:00pm for dinner.  He opted to order out instead of cooking, and he ordered a variety of sushi and sashimi for the three of you.  While the three of you sat there and ate, Eri talked excitedly about her time at school, and how she was growing stronger every day with her training.  She was not the same girl you saw on her first day of school; she has grown exponentially in the few months you have known her, and you couldn't be happier.  By the time 8:00pm rolled around, Shouta took Eri to tuck her in, but not before she came over to you to give you a big hug.  "I'm so glad you're back here, Miss L/N."  Your heart swelled at this statement, "oh, Eri."

Shouta came back to his dorm after tucking Eri in, poured two glasses of wine for you both, and sat down next to you on the couch.  You two just looked into each other's eyes, and he pulled you in for a kiss.  "I've been wanting to do this all evening," he said in between kissing you.  He pushed your hair to the side, and began leaving a trail of kisses from your earlobe down to your collarbone.  You felt the familiar sensation of getting stirred up at his touch, and you pulled his face back up to yours, deepening the kiss by intertwining your tongue with his.  As you two were kissing, you were suddenly interrupted by the sound of a knock on his door.

He pulled away from the kiss and frowned while looking at his door, "I have no idea who that could possibly be, I'm not expecting anyone."  You looked back over at him, "you can get the door, it's okay."  He looked back at you, gave you a quick kiss, and told you he would be right back.  You watched him walk over to his door, open it, and there stood a woman.  A breathtakingly stunning woman.  She had long red hair, big brown doe eyes, and curves in all the right places.  You couldn't help but admire her beauty.  But who was she?  You turned your eyes to Shouta, and his shoulders suddenly slumped, "Anya, what are you doing here?"  She pouted her lips, "Shouta, I haven't heard from you in months, what happened?"  Shouta suddenly turned towards you, saying, "Y/N, I am so sorry."

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To be continued...

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Joshua sought comfort in you…

(joshua rosfield x reader)

fluff

summary: Joshua had a nightmare and went to you for comfort…

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The moonlight seeped through the open window, curtains blowing gently in the night wind. You laid awake yet again, you could never sleep.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you gazed at the moon which shone so bright outside. A quiet night, but peaceful.

Knock, Knock, Knock

Three quiet knocks placed themselves at your door, as if the person knocking was doing so cautiously. Confused you sat up, removing the covers.

At this hour?

You thought as your feet placed on the floor. With a few strides you arrived at the door, taking a deep breath as if you were preparing for the worst. You always seemed to do that.

You grabbed onto the cold, metal door knob and gently turned it.

“…Joshua?”

You spoke confused yet softly, your eyes landing upon familiar blue ones.

“…My lady, forgive me for the disturbance.”

Joshua appeared nervous, almost like he was ashamed.

“No no, it’s alright I hadn’t slept yet.”

You gave him a soft reassuring smile. You felt the need to calm his nerves, even though you doubted your ability to do so.

The soft spoken man gave you a sheepish smile.

“If you do not mind…”

Joshua fidgeted his fingers, though hard to notice you did immediately.

“May I enter, my lady?”

His voice and expression were hesitant, he was afraid of your rejection.

With a soft reassuring smile you nodded and opened the door wider for him to enter.

He nodded in return, a small thank you escaping the young lord’s lips.

The small click of the door shutting and locking, the gentle flap of the curtains, the synchronic breathing of the two became the only sounds.

A comfortable silence fallen upon the two. The lord’s uncommon awkward gaze looking to the side.

“Is everything alright Joshua?”

Your soft voice broke the silence, making his eyes fall upon yours. You could swear you noticed a hint of red on his ears, but maybe it was the lighting playing tricks on you.

“You were gone…I had lost you…”

A sudden pained voice emitted from Joshua. This had caused you to inch forward towards him.

Before you could speak he had started again, “I-…I cannot…”

Your eyes widened slightly as you noticed the young lord getting choked up.

“oh Joshua…”

You reached forward, wrapping your arms around him in a protective embrace.

“You could never lose me Joshua…I will not stray, ever.”

You reassured him, gently caressing his hair.

“My apologies…”

His voice ached with unshed tears.

“You have nothing to be sorry for…”

Joshua’s head dipped and buried itself into the crook of your neck. A wet spot formed which practically broke your heart.

“I love you, I will stand by your side for as long as you’ll have me, my lord.”

A soft kiss planted onto the side of his head, your touch soothing him.

“I love you too, more than anything”

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•a/n•

First post on here !! I’ll be posting more though it will most likely be inconsistent. I’m not really that good of a writer sadly, but I do enjoy it very much soo. I hope you enjoyed this and I shall write more when I can !! :) btw not proofread (I couldn’t be bothered)

This does take place in the hideaway. I didn’t include background much since it was a short fluff :))