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Heartfelt Letters

Violet Evergarden x GN!Reader Summary: Violet Evergarden and her new acquaintances and she has taken a liking to one of them… let’s just say mixed signals occurred.

★☽A/N: I rewatched Violet Evergarden and I cried so much!! I cried at least 5 times! :,(( At the beginning, I decided I wanted to try something different. Anyways, this is all you lovely people who love Violet!!

Contents: Fluff and Angst!

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It has been a few months since Violet’s employment at the CH Postal Company. Although some of us didn’t really like her, we warmed up to her soon. Since Cattleya has been busy lately, I was assigned to take care of her. She’s been getting good at writing letters. Every love letter she wrote made men's hearts race and women's hearts weep.

I actually believed that she wasn’t capable of writing letters, let alone love letters. But after she wrote that short letter for her friend’s brother, she has been really good! She seems well-educated and well-mannered despite being ex-military.

She rarely asks for help, no matter the situation. The only times she needs our help, it would be to find the meaning of something that’s new to her. I couldn’t help but chuckle when she asked me what a microwave is! She always seems to talk to me, asking all sorts of things..

She once asked me what love meant.. I didn’t really know how to answer that time. Love is complicated and it can’t simply be explained with words but with feelings. I told her, “Love is the feeling you’ll feel with someone special. It can’t exactly be explained with words. You’ll know when you meet that one person who makes you feel special.” She looked confused at first, tilting her head in confusion, before her expression changed.

“Someone special like Major Gilbert?” I nodded in response. “There’s all sorts of special people. Like a “parental figure” or “sibling figure” type of special,” I explained again. She just nodded and went back to work on her assignments given by Cattleya to keep up her usual pace of writing. She was a strange girl, alright..

As the months flew by, it soon became years. She just turned 18, meaning she has been in the company for 4 years. She became more expressive, no longer having a robot-like personality. I was really happy for her! She’s also become much more popular after her work with the princess of Drossel. I read her work and it was really romantic and lovely. I could tell she worked really hard over these four years.

She has also been talking to me a lot more than before. Instead of asking about information, she's been asking me different things. Like my family and such. I wondered why she asked about my family so often… From what I heard from the president, she grew up on the battlefield and never knew her family. I felt so bad for her and her situation. I believed that no one deserved to be brought into that sort of situation.

Violet has also been trusting me more. She would allow me to do things, like helping her with her books, help cleaning her room, and other stuff that she never allowed the others to do.

I don’t know why… But I felt… like a pit in my stomach whenever I talk to her. Like a clutter of butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t know what it meant back then. . But I wished that I did. Because as the years went by, I ignored those feelings, maybe even suppressed them. By the time I realized.. She had reunited with her beloved, Major Gilbert.

I was happy for her, truly! But in my heart, it ached for her love. But I knew that I had realized too late. She was with the one she loved, and I should’ve been happy with that.. But I wasn’t. As a last resort, I asked to see her alone. I held her cold-felt prosthetics and looked at her with eyes I never showed.

“I wish I'd realized sooner… I love you, Violet,” I said in a hushed voice. I didn’t intend to have such a soft voice, but the tears prevented me from having a louder voice. Violet was surprised, but she knew it wasn’t right to lead me. “I’m sorry, Y/N.. But I love Major Gilbert.” Her blunt words were like a million knives stabbed into my heart. My heart ached in pain, I couldn’t stop the tears from pouring.

But, I understood her perfectly well. I didn’t want to stop her from loving the person she actually cared about. I was just a small rebound to her, unintentionally. I just gave a small smile, tears filled my view. I nodded to her and told her that it’s okay, and that I was happy for her.

But in my heart, I wasn’t.

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insatiable hunger.

yearning yearning yearning, i write more of these little poem things than i do actual fan-fiction ‘m sorry </3 i hope you enjoy this too, though!!

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i see her face. in the ever fast movement the spinning world around me makes, i always catch her face — she’s driven me mad.

wether it be her or not, i’m hungry, and the more i starve the more insatiable i am bound to get. i need to feel the warmth of her flesh beneath my own, purposeful fingers holding, kneading, gripping her in place right next to me.

right on to me.

right, being one with me. yeah, thats right..

i am hungry in a way no plate of food can fix, nothing can take this empty feeling away from me, someone can only fill it.

and she looks so pretty, my body wants her to be the one to fill it. my mind is sick and elsewhere, twisting every other face on the street to have the same curve of her lips, the sharpness of her eyes missing the gleam they get at the sight of me. oh how she loves me.

in a moment of such depravity the roles have no names attached and the bodily abilities are only for each others hands to touch. i wanted her to hold me by my hair, and i find myself gripping the back of her neck. i wanted her to greedily steal sounds from my lips to fill hers with, and i find myself devouring her every breath whole. i didn’t want her to do things to me anymore, i wanted her.

save a hore, ride a cowboy

Cowboy Vi...

art by : mitrakats (IG)

no cinderella.

summary. singing songs for powder to fall asleep to has become a regular thing for you, and violet seems to appreciate that. cw. young!violet x youngfem!reader, wlw, sugar sweet fluff. wc. 840 cr. young vi gif from arcanegifs on tumblr. notes. this is so cute, i had fun writing this. (⭒  ์ ⲳ ์ ) a bit ashamed that it's awfully short, but i feel it's better this way? ┐(‘～`;)┌ disc. killing me softly

The otherwise dim room that provided an illusion of safety was lit by a single lantern that was left on a wooden table, with dust particles surrounding the warm, orange light emitting from within, behind the lines of metal. The right side of the room has two patchy couches of poor condition accompanied by a barrel with a record player placed on top and that wooden table, the left side of the room was Powder's little corner, a twin sized bed with wooden frames, the same patchy design of the couches were relayed for her blanket.

The couches were deserted except for a single seat sofa, where Violet's slouched body sat, left hand's fingers threaded through the strands of her pink hair, right leg bouncing persistently being left overlooked by her, heel of her shoe tapping against the wooden floor. Her demeanor told a glaringly similar story when compared to what's transpiring behind her skull, steel blue eyes staring off at the orange light in front of her.

You were settled down onto Powder's bed, sitting upright at the edge of it with Powder laid curled up behind you, her small, cold hand a sharp contrast to your palm's warmth and the circular motion of your thumb upon the top of her hand that she found comfort in, she'd open and close her mouth if she were to explain as to why that is– but in the depths of her essence, she knows it's because it brings familiarity to her of someone she held dear. 

Her cheek was smushed onto the blanket, knees held close to her chest. She returned your gaze with a growing smile, eyelids weighed heavy, and she blinked languidly. “Y/n, can you sing that song again?” Voice kindred to a breeze, words expressed openly with a concoction of expectation and knowings. “Which one, Powder? I've sung many.” She lightly groaned in response. “Um..” Her eyes sealed shut, and a quiet moment passed you by.

Soft humming arose from below you, Powder trying to impart the song to you through recollecting the past. “Ah, alright.” You nod your head, clearing your throat, right ankle moving to cross over the other, legs stretched. She stops, waiting patiently with her eyes closed. 

“Strumming my pain with his fingers.” You sing in a whisper, tune unbroken, and with confidence you used to not have regarding your vocals, somewhat deep and smooth like satin. “Singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly, with his song. Telling my whole life, with his words, killing me softly, with his song..” Your feet tapped, curating the beat from how you remembered it, and it was without a doubt accurate. 

“I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd, I felt he found my letters, and read each one out loud.” Voice rising slightly at the right time, lashes fluttering shut when you feel that strong wave of passion in you, behind your eyelids, a place for vivid imagination, a single white light from above shining down on you and the stage you stood upon– “He sang as if he knew me, in all my dark despair, and then he looked right through me.” Eyebrows pinching together, channeling those emotions as if it were truly yours. “As if I wasn't there.” – a crowd that harmonized with you, saying the words you imagined that you crafted and put your sweat and tears into with equal fervor, echoing in your skull. A dream out of reach, fingertips aching, itching to touch that blinding white brilliance in an abyss of black.

That tapping your ears were used to hearing had stopped, you're surprised you even noticed in the first place.

And when you opened your eyes, Violet was gazing back at you, the right corner of her lip was curled upwards, head held up by her closed hand, elbow digging into the armrest of the sofa. Your words went airy for a moment before regaining its stable balance when your ears caught onto her humming. Present, unforgivably supportive, the one who shone the brightest in your front row seats. 

Smiling back at her only makes her face reflect yours. It grows on her. This night was a small breath of fresh air that you'll never let leave your memory bank, rustic lid sealed tight. 

You both finish the song together, Violet mostly humming but tapping in to sing a few words with you every now and then until it has finally come to an end. Violet's eyes drift from yours to check on Powder, you did as well. The little girl was soundly asleep, her hold on your hand had waned long ago, and faint snoring filled the renewed silence.

“Your voice is beautiful.” Violet commented, unhidden sincerity in the way she said it. The same hand she had her head lean onto shifted to scratch the nape of her neck, her other hand lying stagnant on her thigh, upper body leaning back in her seat.

“Thank you, Vi.”