WHITE DENIM OVERALLS — A Suna Rintarou X Reader SMAU

WHITE DENIM OVERALLS — a suna rintarou x reader SMAU

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cw : grief & loss, swearing, innuendo, ooc, suggestive (I’m v bad at warnings so pls lmk if I missed anything!!), angsty + FOUND FAMILY

synopsis : you stopped believing in love the day your dad passed—leaving you to pay the debt left off from building his dream bakery. when your long term boyfriend breaks off a three year long relationship via text, you wonder if you have any more life left to live. heaven sends you a surprise ◡̈

author’s note : more fic than smau TT , mostly twitter screenshots!! messages come in later on, esp with the lack of characters.. proceed with caution this is v rin centered !!!!!!! and everything is planned out so u get a preview of all the chapter titles :)

status : coming soon 🍞 taglist : open (ASK/REPLY)

profiles

prologue: tiny suburban bakery

001: self deprecating humor

002: iced lemon loaves

003: softness vs. survival

004: monsters under the bed

005: not waiting for you anymore

006: building the same house

007: blue door deja vu

epilogue: somewhere between

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masterlist.rebloging OMG SUNARIN??!?!! MY HANDSOME PRETTY FOX?!?!??

The Last Padisarah Pudding, Your Last Straw (Alhaitham x Reader)

An Alhaitham x Reader Enemies to Lovers One-shot

Word count: 4.9k

Summary: You and Alhaitham have been rivals ever since your first year at the Akademiya. But when things go wrong during a mission given to you by the Sages, you start to realize it's more than just a rivalry...

The Last Padisarah Pudding, Your Last Straw (Alhaitham X Reader)

Finally, you’d be able to beat him. For the very first time, you would be able to break your stalemate – you had the upper hand in your personal competition.

For years, you and Alhaitham were pitted against each other by the Akademiya. The two of you were separately tasked with the retrieval of forbidden knowledge, the sages knowingly exploiting the deep rivalry that was first founded during your student years at the Akademiya. They, of course, were always right. Their choice of disciple for this mission was carefully curated from several different options, knowing the rivalry between you and Alhaitham would produce results faster than anything else.

~7 years Ago~

“Sage Salazar’s tests are notorious for the abysmal pass rate, don’t worry.” One of your classmates consoled another, their words mixing in with several disappointed and distressed conversations.

“What am I going to do, I’ll be expelled if I fail one more time!” Another upset student lamented.

“You can always switch to another Darshan, it’s only our first year so there’s still time.” Someone behind you murmured to a fellow classmate. “I’ve heard that Amurta has better professors.”

You sat back in your chair, smug. Of course, you were the best student in the class. You looked down at the tome before you. As a part of the test, you had to fill the entire book with thorough analysis on the professor’s chosen topic. You flipped the front cover open, admiring what was written in large red letters on the front page.

‘99’.

You were so close to perfection, you could nearly taste it. One more point and you’d have a perfect score. All your sleepless nights in the library were well worth the feeling of euphoria that overcame you today. You were such a rising star that you were certain you’d become a Sage in the future.

“I take it you did well?” A voice came from beside you. It was your classmate, and you recognzied him during some of the lengthy lectures when you would spot him in the back of the class, feet propped up on a bench, his nose in a book. There was no way he could pass Salazar’s rigorous exams if he couldn’t even pay attention in class. You smirked, turning towards your classmate – you recalled his name was Alhaitham.

“Yeah,” You nodded, giving him a nod as a smug expression began to grow across your face. "I got a 99.”

“That’s good,” Alhaitham nodded. “It means at least I’ll see you next year in the top class.”

“Oh, really?” You questioned, surprised that he even managed to pass, let alone gain a score that would allow him to join the top class. “What did you get?”

“100.”

You gawked. “W-woah, that’s great!” You sputtered, unsure how to react to someone who managed to get a perfect score on the most difficult test in a class he didn’t even pay attention to. “We basically got the same score, well done!”

“No,” Alhaitham responded bluntly, his curt tone taking you aback. “You got a 99 because that was all you could get. I got 100 because that was all there was to get.

“You…” your brows pinched together as your sentence trailed off. You were in complete shock that he could say something so rude when you had worked so hard for what you had.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you turned in your seat away from him. You didn’t know what hurt more – his tone, or the truth to what he was saying – but you knew for a fact you immediately despised him.

~~~

Ever since your first encounter with your overly-rational classmate, you were stern rivals – if anyone so much as mentioned the name ‘Alhaitham’ in your presence, you would bristle with anger and resentment. Somehow, the silver-haired student knew exactly what to do in order to push your buttons.

You stood in line at the busy food stall inside the Akademiya. You had just spent several hours in the library studying, and were absolutely famished. You always ordered the same thing from this place, and enjoyed your mid-afternoon snack that kept you going through hours of pushing your brain to its limits.

“What do you mean, there’s no more Padisarah Pudding?” You questioned, your brows furrowed and eyes wide in disbelief.

“I’m sorry, we just sold our last one a couple of minutes ago.” The attendant behind the counter responded apologetically, “Is there anything else you might like?”

“N-no, i’ll just have some tea, thanks.”

The attendant handed you the cup of tea, and you mumbled your thanks as you turned away dejectedly. You supposed you could go down to the city for some of your favorite snack, but that would take up precious time you could be studying instead.

Resigning yourself to sit and drink your tea, you walked over to the dining area only to spot Alhaitham at one of the tables – and in front of him sat not one, but two Padisarah Puddings.

“Why, you!” Brimming with anger, you narrowed your eyes at the silver-haired classmate.

“Hm?” Alhaitham mumbled, not even bothering to look up from the book he was reading.

“Why do you have two puddings?”

“I was feeling particularly hungry today.”

Your eye twitched from his sheer audacity. Both of you were well aware that this was your snack of choice, and Alhaitham bought two merely to get on your nerves. Knowing his intention, you decided to bite back with your own remarks.

“Oh, I forgot how much you need to fuel those ridiculous man muscles.” You scoffed, “But make sure you count your macros correctly, because I have a feeling the extra Padisarah Pudding might throw them off a little.”

Out of the corner of your eye you spotted Alhaitham’s eyebrow twitching. He finally looked up from his book, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Perhaps you should watch yours too.” Alhaitham spoke poignantly. “They shouldn’t be an everyday snack, after all. Perhaps that’s why your fitness scores are the worst out of all your grades?”

Despite wanting to wrap your hands around his neck and throttle him right then and there, you turned around and began to calmly walk away – it was the best you could do to still seem like the better person. It took all your restraint in order to not snap and say something stupid and hateful. You made it all the way back to the library, to your seat at your desk, and immediately slammed your forehead into your open book.

“Damn you Alhaitham!” You groaned, wishing you could live your life peacefully without him.

~1 year ago~

There was nothing you hated more than the day you finally graduated from the Akademiya. Students from all six Darshans were gathered in the main hall, dressed in formal robes. You, as the Salutorian of your graduating class, were offered the chance to give a small speech. Of course, you were delighted to – if only Alhaitham weren’t the Valedictorian.

He followed up your speech with one that would haunt your dreams for years.

“Firstly, I would like to thank the Akademiya for allowing me to learn and thrive here.” He spoke, his overly courteous tone obviously fake to you, forcing you to roll your eyes. “It has been a delightful six years of study, where I’ve been able to research subjects I could only dream of beforehand. My success in my studies aren’t solely down to my own effort... I would like to thank Y/N Y/L/N for always being there to encourage me and motivate me to do better.”

You gawked at the classmate you hated – both of you hated each other. As Alhaitham continued his speech, you could hear whispers among the other students from where you sat in the crowd.

‘I do see them together quite often’

‘Are they in a relationship?’

‘That’s so sweet,’

‘I thought they were always fighting?’

‘Sounds like couples fights’

Your body began to shake with anger, and your face turned bright red as you stared daggers into your most dreaded rival. The whispers among the people surrounding you only fueled your hatred for the silver-haired student even more. Alhaitham met your gaze as he continued his speech, his expression completely unreadable while you glared at him in return.

“Hey, Y/N, I thought you hated Alhaitham?” A classmate sitting next to you leaned over and whispered into your ear.

“I hate him more than anything.” You muttered, despite the ferocious blush that stained your face. “I wish I could murder him right now.”

~Current Day~

Alhaitham thought this would simply be another boring mission given to him by the sages. Although the prospect of being able to use the knowledge capsule he retrieved for the Akedemiya, he would much rather be deep in the pages of another book while enjoying the seabreeze by Port Ormos. As scribe for Haravatat, he was often given boring missions that he could complete quickly, spending the rest of his allocated time relaxing and reading.

That was, until he spotted you walking around talking to locals. If this were any other occasion, he would probably approach you with something embarassing and humiliating in order to entertain himself, but this time you were dressed in student’s robes.

He immediately knew something was off – you, an Alchemist for the Akedemiya, who had graduated years ago, were walking around pretending to be a student on break. It was often that students would come to Port Ormos around this time of year to relax and unwind, and you were most certainly using this fact as some sort of ruse or disguise.

He decided to get up and move to a different location to read his book, picking one that was within earshot of you but out of your sight, trying to figure out just what you were up to.

“Dori, you say?”

“Most certainly. If you give her the right price and earn her trust, she’ll deliver anything.”

“Even information on a certain Knowledge Capsule?”

“Yes.”

Immediately, Alhaitham stiffened, realizing you were also here for a knowledge capsule, undoubtedly also sent by the Akademiya. He smirked, realizing this was yet another chance to beat you.

~~~

You had finally found the location where Dori, a merchant dealing in knowledge capsules, would meet prospective customers – a quiet courtyard outside a sleepy tavern at the edge of the city. You were there just before sunset, at your agreed meeting time, but there was no sign of the financially-motivated merchant.

You checked the small timepiece before tucking it back into your pocket, anxious to find leads and produce results for the Sages. The air was also beginning to get chilly; you were eager to get back indoors and eat a hot meal.

However, the last thing you expected was to hear a voice that haunted your studies at the Akademiya and your early years of your professional career.

“You won’t be able to find leads on the auspicious knowledge capsule this easily,” Your stomach twisted into a knot at the words you heard.

Of course, it was Alhaitham you came face-to-face with once you turned around. Your lips pulled into a terse frown, your eyebrow twitching with anger as the pieces fell together.

“You’re the reason why Dori is a no-show.” You growled, pointing a finger accusatively at your rival.

“She seems to not be very fond of me,” Alhaitham deadpanned, giving a nonchalant shrug. “I propose you find a proxy, or simply think of a more creative way of finding it before me. Although, I doubt you will.”

“Watch it, asshole.” You spat, “One way or another, I will beat you.”

Your face burning hot with anger, you stormed away from the courtyard. You no longer felt the chill of the evening – the fury pumping in your veins was more than enough to keep you warm.

~~~

After years of agonizing rivalry, when you discovered the scribe Alhaitham was searching for the same forbidden knowledge capsule as you were, you thought you must have done something to anger the gods in a previous life. The mere concept of him retrieving the knowledge capsule before you made your blood boil – there was no way you would ever let that happen.

Once you discovered you both were vying for the same mysterious object, you immediately threw your effort into overtime. Thus, you worked endlessly, even resorting to underhanded methods to obtain such an item. You even contacted a certain suspicious doctor, one who had been expelled from the Akedemiya, and was associated with the shady Snezhnayan organization known as the Fatui – one who was once known as Zandik.

“It’s about time for me to return to my Alma Mater.” Il Dottore sneered, his tone sending chills down your spine. “I’ll supplement your search for this knowledge capsule, in return for aid in bartering for my ownership of it once you return it to the sages.”

Those words echoed in your head, and despite knowing the Doctor was far too dangerous and underhanded, you still took his advice and used the device he had given you. It was a knowledge compass, a small metallic clock whose hands oriented to point towards high concentrations of knowledge. According to the Doctor, it was one of his latest inventions, and he was willing to lend it out to you if he could have the knowledge capsule you found using it.

And thus you found yourself at Port Ormos, wandering the streets disguised as a young child. The cloak around you hid your adult features, and you walked with light steps to mimic children in the street and avoid the attention of townsfolk who passed by.

Staring down at the compass, you watched as the handle flickered from left to right. In the back of your head, you had uneasy thoughts that you’d pay for taking the easy way out later.

Suddenly, the handle snapped towards one direction, firmly focused on some sort of mysterious power. You came to a complete stop, realizing you were right before a small alley. You were about to enter it when you heard hushed voices prickle at the tips of your ears.

“One million mora. Take it or leave it.”

“No way, this isn’t even guaranteed to be the real thing. I would much rather go through a more reliable channel, like Dori.”

“It’s your loss, then. I can guarantee you, this is the real auspicious knowledge capsule. You have no clue how many people are trying to get their hands on it.”

At those words, you knew it was the right knowledge capsule. You tucked the compass away, shrugging your shoulders as you tried to put on your best childlike impression.

“Have you seen my mom?” You stepped into the alley and asked in a baby-like voice, your head facing the ground.

“What the hell?” One of the people in the alley exclaimed at your sudden appearance in front of them.

You flashed forwards, snatching the glowing capsule before scaling the wall and disappearing over the rooftops. You jumped across several houses before disappearing into a knoll in the giant tree trunk that towered over the city. You might have mediocre strength compared to most of the skilled Academics, but you could move fast for short periods of time.

The three men you had just stolen the knowledge capsule from were hot on your tail, but you quickly ditched the disguise and returned to your normal appearance. With the capsule carefully tucked away in your pocket, you walked nonchalantly through the port. The men rushed past you, racing through the streets in search of a small child – not a lazy student who looked like they wanted to kick back and relax after their final exams.

“Where the hell is that kid?!” You heard one of them shout. You did your best to hide your smirk, slowly making your way towards the city gates to head back to Dottore’s lab.

What you didn’t notice, however, was the glint of silver hair that poked out from behind a stack of crates – Alhaitham looked up from his book at your retreating figure, realizing you had finally gotten your hands on what he wanted.

He knew reporting your collaboration with the Fatui to the sages would only result in you reporting his shady actions in return, so instead of following the rules, he chose to shut the book he was in the middle of reading and see where exactly you were headed. After all, it seemed like you had made progress – and Alhaitham couldn’t stand to see you pulling ahead in the game.

He always loved to piss you off. He could tell by the look on your face when when you were cursing at him internally. He loved how satisfying it was to beat you; you were always someone who did everything in their power to be the best, and it felt so much better to beat you when compared to beating any other academic he had the displeasure of getitng to know.

Relishing the idea of spying on you to figure out how he can outsmart you once again, Alhaitham began to slowly walk towards your direction.

~~~

“Doctor, I’ve brought back the compass.” You bowed in front of the green-haired man, extending one arm as you held out the intricate device.

“Thank you,” Dottore reached out, his gloved fingers tracing along your forearm before reaching the palm of your hand where the compass rested.

You shivered at the way he unnecessarily touched you, wondering why he felt the need to do that.

“I presume you’ve already found the auspicious knowledge capsule,” Dottore smirked, although you couldn’t read his expression through the mask he wore.

“Y-yes, I’ve brought it to the sages already. We can-”

“Ah- ah- ah,” Dottore cut you off, shaking his head as he spoke. “I believe you still have it on yourself.”

Unbeknownst to either of you, Alhaitham was hidden away behind some of Dottore’s strange machinery that he had strewn aside from one of his projects he had abandoned. He listened in on your conversation, realizing exactly who you had made a deal with – and just how deep you had gotten yourself into trouble.

Your eyes widened with fear, realizing Dottore could see through your facade. He was correct – you had gone straight from Port Ormos to Dottore’s laboratory, with no intention of giving it back to the Sages just yet. This knowledge capsule seemed different – it glowed white instead of green. The contents of the capsule were kept vague, nobody seeming to have any idea as to what could be inside of it. You actually wanted to study the capsule more than anything, hoping that you could make some sort of incredible discovery that Alhaitham could never beat.

“I’m sorry,” You immediately shifted gears, understanding what kind of person you were talking to – if the rumors were anything to go by, he was one of the most terrifying people in the world – if he was still a person at all. You should have known that he would have incredible senses, and would be able to tell you still had the capsule on you.

“That’s okay,” Dottore stepped closer to you, his shadow completely swallowing you as he towered above your height. “After all, you’ve done everything I’ve asked for. How could I complain about a little lie?”

You began to cower with fear, realizing that nobody knew where you were right now. If Dottore ended up doing something to you, nobody would ever know. With a cold gloved hand, the Doctor reached out and cupped your cheek. With the other, he slid his hand down your side, his fingers slipping into your pocket to pull out the glowing capsule.

Your lips quivered as you watched Dottore marvel at the knowledge capsule you had essentially delivered to him on a silver platter.

“After all, you’ll be my first subject to test its contents on.”

Your heart dropped like a rock into your stomach at the realization that Dottore had no intention of letting you leave. You immediately tried to escape, but his hand on your cheek instantly slipped around your neck, lifting you off of the ground as you flailed. Your hands immediately went up to wrench at his unyielding grip. It was like a ring of metal was locked around your neck – his hand simply wouldn’t budge. Your feet swung beneath you, your toes pointing as you tried desperately to find any solid ground to stand on.

“I’ll feed you the knowledge bit by bit, and see how much you can tolerate before you go insane.”

Alhaitham peered around the side of the machinery that hid his presence, witnessing the Doctor engrossed with you as he vocalized how he wanted to experiment on you. His sickening words settled uncomfortably in Alhaitham’s stomach, making the Scribe feel anger and fear that he hadn’t ever felt before.

‘What?’ Your mind reeled at Dottore’s announcement, somehow able to make logical connections despite the stress of the situation. ‘Knowledge capsules should be easily digestible instant knowledge! Could it be, that it’s this highly prioritized by the Sages for a reason, and it’s because humans can’t tolerate it?’

Let’s start with… two percent.” Dottore sneered, and you couldn’t say anything in protest as he cut off your airway.

You writhed more and more desperately as he raised the capsule towards your face, its colorless luminance enveloping your entire vision.

This just might be it. Your rivalry with Alhaitham might have finally gone too far.

You began to close your eyes, your body falling still as you gave up on trying to escape.

Alhaitham couldn’t stand it anymore, he couldn’t bear to watch you get hurt; Dottore was going to drive you mad with his experiments, or worse – kill you. He moved with breakneck speed as he slashed the inhuman Doctor’s arm clean off, rescuing you from certain doom.

A loud crash resounded through the laboratory as you found yourself flying across the room, landing in the arms of someone strong and warm. The white light was gone, and you blinked as your eyes adjusted to see Alhaitham hovering above you.

“WHAT!” The doctor exclaimed, and you realized his voice was now suddenly far away. You glanced in the direction of the voice to see Dottore standing on the other side of the room, missing one arm. Sparks were coming out of the stump that his arm once was, a telling sign that his body was actually part robot. Dottore’s other arm was frozen in the air, still holding onto the glowing capsule, and it seemed like he had some sort of process malfunction.

Alhaitham had carried you across the room to set you down. You felt his warm hands around your neck, and watched as his arms flexed and his shoulders strained. Suddenly you heard a snap and you could breathe again, the metallic fingers of Dottore’s robotic arm finally broken away from your throat. You gasped for air, sitting up on your own as you were finally free from the Doctor’s clutches.

“When will you realize I’m just better?” He smirked, helping you up.

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Not without the capsule.” Alhaitham spoke, running back towards Il Dottore. The robot seemed to still be malfunctioning as it didn’t react in any way to the scribe’s approach.

Alhaitham snatched the capsule from its hand, quickly returning to where you were still sitting recovering from nearly being strangled and illegal-knowledged to death.

You tried to scramble to your feet, but you stumbled. You were caught by an arm roughly hooking around your waist, lifting you off of the ground and racing out of the laboratory.

“Hey! Put me down!” You exclaimed, kicking in protest to the uncomfortable and embarrassing way you were being carried.

“Fine, fine.” Alhaitham relented, “I suppose we’ve fled far enough away now.”

He set you down on the ground gently, and you were finally able to find your balance and climb to your feet.

“That was incredibly dangerous.” Alhaitham warned. “Both of us aren’t afraid of underhanded methods of achieving our goals… but the Doctor is simply far too dangerous. You were incredibly lucky I happened to be nearby, otherwise you might have become a test subject for a mad scientist.”

“I did what I had to.” You crossed your arms as you turned away, scoffing.

“There were several far less dangerous methods you could have used… but thankfully we won’t be returning to the sages empty-handed, since I managed to get the knowledge capsule in the end.”

He withdrew the glowing capsule from his pocket, holding it in the air to examine it. It was at that point that you realized he had won yet again. Not only did he save you from certain doom at the hands of a mad scientist, but he also had possession of the capsule that you nearly died in order to obtain.

“Why, you!” Anger suddenly filled you to the brim once again – but this time it overflowed freely. You lunged towards your rival, hands wrapping around his throat as you tackled him to the ground.

Alhaitham was so taken aback by your sudden violence that you had actually caught him off-guard. His balance faltered and you managed to knock him backwards. He fell onto the soft grass, but his reflexes were far better than yours as he quickly rolled so that you were now beneath him. You looked furious – but he always loved it when you looked that way.

“Damn you, bastard!” You writhed beneath him, unable to escape the cage he had made around you with his arms. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes; this was the last straw. Time and time again, he had bested you while barely breaking a sweat, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Why does beating you feel better than anything else in the world?” Alhaitham smirked as he stared down at you, his face hovering mere inches above yours.

You wriggled your arm free, about to land a punch on his smug face, when you felt something soft pressing harshly down on your lips. It was warm, soft – you suddenly realized Alhaitham was kissing you.

Despite how much he pressed your buttons and made you curse his existence, something drew you to kiss back – and it ignited a fire in your stomach. Instead of throwing a punch at Alhaitham, your free arm began to snake behind his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. He began to lower his body, pressing his chest flush with yours to the point where you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

You let out a soft groan as he slid one knee between your thighs, hooking your legs down and trapping you in the kiss. His fingers raked through your hair, and Alhaitham knew your hair always looked nice but he didn’t realize just how soft it was now that he could finally touch it.

Alhaitham pulled away, watching you pant as your face burned bright red. Your lips were slightly swollen from the kiss, drawing his gaze to them, and making him want to kiss you even more.

Your eyes raked down Alhaitham’s body as he hovered above you, and you burned with humiliation inside. You hated the way he made you feel – he always got on your nerves as if he knew exactly what to do and say in order to piss you off.

“Why is it always like this?” You sighed, gazing into his jade green eyes. Your silver-haired rival merely smirked.

“Even in the Akademiya, you were always too reckless.” Alhaitham responded. “Always too eager to be the best, as if you’d ever be able to beat me.”

“I hate you.” You mumbled, “The way you always beat me at everything so effortlessly, the look in your eyes when you put on that impudent smirk, how you know exactly what pisses me off the most. Why do you hate me so much?”

Alhaitham’s breath fell still at your accusations; he never realized the things he did made you think he hated you.

“I never hated you.” He responded bluntly, causing you to freeze beneath him.

“Y-you… what?” You stuttered, your blush deepening at the realization your hatred was one-sided. You were at a loss for words, and only managed to stare back up at Alhaitham.

“You’re redder than a tomato.” Alhaitham stated bluntly.

“Hey!” You quickly became angry again, embarrassed at how flustered he had easily made you – and how he had effortlessly kissed you, something that nobody before ever had the privilege of doing. You were always far too invested in your academic career to ever focus on romance or relationships. The kiss gave you a realization, awakening feelings for him that you had no clue ever even existed before this. However, the way Alhaitham immediately switched back to teasing you made you forget all of these feelings temporarily.

“First you stole my knowledge capsule, and now you’ve stolen my first kiss too! I can’t deal with this anymore!”

“You’re just trying to deny you liked it.”

Once again, he was completely right.

“Fuck you, Alhaitham!” You lunged forwards, wrapping your hands around his neck once again. This time, however, Alhaitham let you push him backwards into the grass. The faintest smile was on his lips as he fell, staring up at your face. Your anger somehow faded into laughter as you tackled him to the ground. You were still angry with him, of course, but for some reason he had become slightly more tolerable.

~~~

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violetesensou

2 years ago

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MALLEUS MY BBG

hello! If you can, can you write a head cannon(others are fine) with the femperfect who had an ability to neutralize magic with a simple physical contact? Like the magic will automatically disappear once it makes contact with her so she often wears gloves, and I would like to see the overblots reaction(if you can't do all you can just do malleus ^^) thank you!

yuu can neutralize the use of any kind of magic with a touch.

… ✦ characters : overblot squad … ✦ tags : female reader, books 1-7 major spoilers, hurt/comfort, cursing in leona's and vil's parts, mention of blood in leona's part, jp translation terms (dorm leader, VDC), can be read platonically in all of parts except for vil, idia & esp malleus ones (i imply romantic way tho), me experimenting with the format or something … ✦ song : monochrome frame ⏤ kanon wakeshima … ✦ recommended : light mode [ … ✦ ao3 ]

… ✦ Riddle Rosehearts ┆touching . . . neck ⏤ ✧ Her wearing gloves wasn’t exceptional. They all were, and since Yuu didn’t have her specifically designed dorm uniform, indeed, it was quite common for her to wear gloves.

⏤ ✧ Riddle would often find her look around before washing hands and taking off her gloves.

⏤ ✧ One day he realized he waited for her to do that and observe if she hid something underneath this accessory item but ended up dispelling his own doubts - her hands were just beautiful.

“Oh, do you eat this with your hands?” She asked at an unbirthday party, glancing at a pink cupcake on the plate before her.

“Yes, as a rule. If you’re worrying about getting messy, do not fret. The cupcake doesn't crumble, and Trey made sure the cream isn’t too greasy and doesn’t stick to the fingers.”

Yuu smiled, taking off her gloves and wrapping her fingers around a small cupcake.

“Woah, such a nice taste! Tell Trey he did well.”

Still, he wondered, what was the mystery shrouded in darkness of her gloves.

⏤ ✧ Yuu was gentle in her actions, she never judged, smiling tenderly and telling him to take his time and not to rush things.

⏤ ✧ Unlike a certain duo getting on his nerves.

⏤ ✧ Never in his life felt he so powerful, so authoritative, so… valid.

⏤ ✧ Something underneath was telling him it wasn’t right to throw insults at her and just… yell like he was a little child, not knowing how to handle his own emotions.

⏤ ✧ Yet maybe he was, calling her insolent and foolish.

⏤ ✧ She was just a magicless human! Why rush to him, tearing her gloves off her hands and screaming something with such an obstinate gaze fixed on him?

“My goodness, Riddle, come to your senses!”

⏤ ✧ Her touch felt so ephemeral and light on his deadly cold skin, and even though his almost devilishly malevolent grin didn’t scare her, Yuu still bit her lip after Riddle’s phrenetic laughter.

⏤ ✧ A sudden flash of light made him switch his attention to what happened to him just in a mere second.

The overflowing power that pounded in his vessels with a burning seething abruptly left him in an instant, devastating his mind and body.

He collapsed, exhausted, to the ground, barely finding the strength to raise a pair of bulging eyes to her and exhale brokenly.

“What did you?.. Huh…”

⏤ ✧ He was at loss for words, not even caring about Trey’s concerns at the moment.

⏤ ✧ Light flickered on where she touched him, and he welcomed the sensation without realizing it.

“You… you do have magic after all?”

⏤ ✧ One little gentle touch, and all of his enormous powers are gone. So simple yet devastating.

“I would call magic not the fact I neutralized you, but rather…”

She embraced him, welcoming into her tender hug and encouraging him to let all his negative emotions free, and he laughed, hiding his teary eyes in her shoulder.

Maybe she was right, and this was her real magic.

… ✦ Leona Kingscholar ┆touching . . . shoulders ⏤ ✧ He wasn’t surprised that Heartslabyul little tyrant or what do they call him even was defeated with the help of Ramshackle dorm girl.

⏤ ✧ Women are strong. And that’s a rule.

⏤ ✧ But one look at Prefect’s hands got him thinking that maybe she was strong another way. Such hands couldn’t bring harm to anyone, he was sure of it.

⏤ ✧ Her rather adamant gaze on him was such an entertaining sight to witness.

Leona chuckled when she stepped on his tail. She did apologize for her behavior, of course, but he knew from the very beginning that she wasn’t entirely regretting her actions.

“I’m really sorry,” her voice was firm, steady and solid enough for him to fix his gaze on her a little longer than he thought he would.

“You aren’t, Prefect.”

“Do I know you?”

She didn’t. Yet he knew her after what happened, his eyes locked on her hands in an examining way.

⏤ ✧ A little thought of asking Riddle what the hell is wrong with her hands since no trace of magic was found on her. ⏤ ✧ She was just a normal girl minding her business, and it was supposed to be this way.

⏤ ✧ He wasn’t against her planting flowers when he was around since she remained quiet, her head full of worry because of those little accidents he sabotaged with Ruggie’s help.

He did know he should stay away from her hands.

Especially in that state when his own looked so rough, long pointed claws clenching in fists and digging into the palms, scarlet blood mixed with viscous ink trickled down his hands.

⏤ ✧ Such a reckless human being, knowing nothing about his disappointment, rushed to him without any doubt. What a joke.

⏤ ✧ Even hyenas turned against him, and would she even make any difference? Of course not…

⏤ ✧ He was trying to convince himself he stopped for a mere moment because she was a magicless woman.

And yet somehow she almost grabbed his hand, claiming he was being unreasonable and unstable and some other pathetic bullshit.

He brushed off her hand, knowing it would do something to him. Something he realized he wasn’t so opposed to accepting when she yelled out his name, this time putting both her hands on his shoulders.

“Do this shit once more and you’ll fucking witness my real wrath, Leona, now calm down!!”

He fell into her embrace, her hands still on his shoulders but not gripping them firmly. She sighed in relief, gently stroking his hair, and smiled.

Shit, Leona thought, laughing to himself and almost craving her warm touch, grabbing her hand and squeezing it, while dust accumulated in a sedimenting cloud was dissolving around them, so no one could really see him being suddenly vulnerable.

She was dangerous. And maybe he liked it.

… ✦ Azul Ashengrotto ┆touching . . . cheeks ⏤ ✧ How curious! A supposed-to-be-magicless human performing miracles with just a little touch!

⏤ ✧ He thought of depriving her of Ramshackle dormitory first, but now, after she bewitched Riddle and even Leona? No, he couldn’t miss such an opportunity to take her powers.

⏤ ✧ He could have everything one might dream of in at the snap of a finger, and a siren’s voice, a ballerina’s gracefulness, a mind of greatest’ scientists ⏤ one harmless contract, and a wish could be granted.

⏤ ✧ And yet Yuu. Girl from another dimension with that always gloved hands of hers. She was such an interesting person to observe.

He gathered information, oh sure he did, he already had two opponents down thanks to her, and he couldn’t afford being another one himself.

“How about your neutralizing powers?”

“Ha, you wish, mind dealing with overblots then?”

Oh, Yuu was amusing, indeed, but Azul just knew he would deprive her of her ability one day. Sooner or later.

⏤ ✧ Despite rejecting his offer and agreeing to do an extremely ridiculous task instead of having her ability deprived, he would still find her in Mostro Lounge, her fingers on the glass full of drink he personally made, her lips gently pressing to its corners.

⏤ ✧ A tender smile spreading on her face was quite distracting, which Azul wouldn’t ever admit, his gaze fixed on her delicate hands.

⏤ ✧ She was captivating and it was scaring him.

Ah, really, foolish humans, knowing about his past and making fun of his own intelligence.

He was working so hard, but one magicless girl suddenly got all the attention and appreciation he always wanted just because she could neutralize magic with a touch?

Azul thought he hated her at the moment ink was splashing everywhere, drops of tar scattered in splatterings, falling on her clothes as well as her hands, ungloved this time.

Mind dealing with overblots… right?

Part of him wished she would just touch him and they would be over it, but still he hesitated when she approached carefully, no signs of fear in her eyes. She was truly magnificent.

“Let me handle this responsibility, Azul,” she said, pressing her fingers to his cheek and caressing it. A flash of light turned him back to normal state, the only difference was him crying and leaning to her touch, as if starved for it. “And you please remain the way you are.”

And he will.

… ✦ Jamil Viper ┆touching . . . hands

⏤ ✧ That Ramshackle dorm girl having an ability to neutralize others’ magic with just a one touch has become an axioma by now.

⏤ ✧ Having any problem with the amount of magic used? Or maybe overused? Then no need to worry, NRC now had Yuu to handle all that.

⏤ ✧ He couldn’t care less about her, but still found himself thinking he felt sorry for her. He didn’t wonder how it felt to be the one everyone relies on when it’s hard, but other times forgot you exist. He knew it by heart.

… Huh. Or maybe not?

“You should give yourself more credit, you’re doing excellent. Always remember it,” she said to him one day, her fingers clasping around his wrist reassuringly.

An electrical impulse ran down his whole hand, a sudden warmth spreading in his vessels.

He chuckled, a small knife cut didn’t bother him at all. Why would she say it so unexpectedly thoughtfully to him when she stayed in Scarabia?

Everything in his plan was perfect, and yet her words distracted him for a moment. He was too preoccupied with his own feelings and conflicted emotions to handle her… care?

⏤ ✧ No way. It was not her ability he secretly admired for being so helpful. It was her shrewdness and the way she saw people through.

⏤ ✧ Did she feel he was about to do something malicious and not so praise worthy? Otherwise why would she say such things to him?

⏤ ✧ There was no way she genuinely cared for his well-being.

He couldn’t remember when was the last time his emotions were so tangled and complicated so that he couldn’t sort them out. Snakes aimed right at her hands she was reaching to him weren’t scary, and even the way he smirked when her attempt to touch him failed didn’t cause her to stop.

A small part of him wanted her words to be true but he knew all the things she said were a mere mendacity to fool him.

“You’re not someone else’s shadow, Jamil.”

He pushed her hard enough for her to fall on her knees before him. His anger spread in the ink splashing everywhere, but she remained her gaze fixed on him nevertheless.

He thought that maybe… maybe it was worthy to believe her.

He chuckled when he outstretched his hand to be shaken himself, and Yuu smiled at him, taking his hand in her.

… ✦ Vil Schoenheit ┆touching . . . eyelids

⏤ ✧ Good for Yuu she still managed to control her own psyche by dealing with so many splashes of demolished emotions in such a short amount of time.

⏤ ✧ Still, Ramshackle Prefect was complicated to him. Vil genuinely thought there was something wrong with his sudden desire to take care of her.

⏤ ✧ She was close to being perfect by now, despite having those horrible eye bags appeared because of sleepless nights she took helping Azul with arranging new drinks in the menu and all the times Vil caught her excusing herself during their VDC rehearsals in order to check on Leona or Riddle or whoever she kept an eye on after overblotting.

Yuu was wonderful, truly. But instead of appreciating herself she preferred to praise everyone else.

And Vil wasn’t an exception.

“You’re a lifesaver,” she giggled when he bent towards her face to apply a concealer. “A true hero, really.”

Hero?.. He? Ah, Prefect, what were you saying?

He sighed, taking her hands in his and asking whether he could take off her gloves or not as she nodded, allowing him to apply a hand cream on her skin. What a pleasant feeling…

“Even if you’re a manager, you’re still our representative. No way you would show up on stage with these eye bags of yours. And what did I tell you about having some sleep before VDC? You really…”

She smiled, saying something about having a bad feeling before going to sleep. How truly discerning she was at that very moment.

⏤ ✧ He couldn’t be a hero, at least her hero, when he chuckled so maliciously at her attempt to reach for him. Now no one could, he was fairest of them all, outshining especially her.

⏤ ✧ He applied a curse on her which restrained her from touching him ever so slightly, and that would be it until he willingly allowed it. He believed in his strong volition, but still…

“Every hero has their moment when they have a whole world turned against them, Vil,” she said demandingly, almost choking on the dark fog coming off from Vil’s body. “And since when do you act as if you’re such a mediocre character! Where’s Vil who would step on everyone and slay as a fucking queen you really are!!”

He laughed genuinely at her wording, not noticing her getting up from her knees after being blown away with the magic wave he created, and pulled him closer by a translucent veil, pressing a gentle kiss on his eyelids.

“I would prefer cheek instead, thank you,” he chuckled, light sparklets surrounding him. “You ruined my makeup.”

“You also ruined a whole stage, but okay.”

… ✦ Idia Shroud ┆touching . . . forehead

⏤ ✧ The one who Idia wanted to avoid the most was none other than Ramshackle Prefect.

⏤ ✧ All eyes were on her by now, and that meant he would rather die than talk to her.

⏤ ✧ If not only the whole STYX demanded him to get in touch with her in order to get the data regarding her ability, gather info on how her powers work, otherwise she would be taken by force and…

⏤ ✧ He DIDN’T want all of those at all!! She already swept every SSR character off their feet already, and now interacting with him? What the hell!

⏤ ✧ Ugh, not him actually spotting her trying to beat the boss in a PSP game. Where in the world did she find a working PSP even?

⏤ ✧ Her fingers were clicking furiously on the buttons… those were the hands that dealt with five overblots? Unbelievable.

⏤ ✧ Unbelievably pretty⏤ WHAAH he didn’t want to even think about her that way what the!!

⏤ ✧ Idia was avoiding her like the plague. Even after all things happening at STYX he still preferred to listen to others’ complaints and oh whatsoever important rather than facing her, but his responsibilities came first above everything.

And when he thought it would be hard to convince her to do some tests in order to analyze the data received from them she willingly agreed, smiling at him like it was nothing.

“Okay, but help me with beating that boss later,” she sighed, rubbing her temples with her fingers. Idia wondered whether her ability was helping her herself. “I’m going crazy right here.”

“U-ugh, f-fine… It’s not even t-that hard tho…”

“It is!” She protested, turning to him and witnessing pinkish hue flaming on his hair. “It’s just you’re too good. I admire you for that.”

⏤ ✧ Nononono he wouldn’t fall into that trap, he already heard enough about her being so unnecessarily nice!!

⏤ ✧ Shit. He fell, and fell hard.

Why would deny her touch when he would make her try doing it at least? He had cool armor, he was floating midair. She couldn’t even hear him properly when Vil appeared before her, covering her with his back and demanding her stay behind.

It was normal for him to behave that way. Covering himself in a darkness where nobody could reach for him, and yet Yuu could somehow. He jolted for a second when she yelled at him, telling Vil to step aside.

She still couldn’t touch him. He wanted to believe that no one could, but somehow the image of her fingers clicking on a game console popped up in his mind, causing his heart to skip a beat shamelessly. He was so pathetic and⏤

“I thought you would help me beat the boss, Idia, not me helping you beat the shit out of yourself!!”

She was insane for asking Epel to take the chariot and fly over to him, then leaning towards him and trying to touch him. She grabbed his armor, hissing under her breaths while he wasn’t getting her actions at all, trying to cover himself from her. From the rest of the world.

“Fine then! If you’re the final boss I should beat, then so be it!”

No, why was her face being so close to his, that’s bad!!

His mind blew completely after Yuu pressed her lips to his bare forehead and threw him onto the chariot.

“Did I manage? Will you help me now then? Hehe.”

“Sh-shut up!!”

“Make me.”

Note: never ever piss Yuu off again. (Well maybe just a little because she was so hot ahem⏤)

… ✦ Malleus Draconia ┆touching . . . lips

⏤ ✧ Yuu was a rather peculiar child of man. Wielding no magic powers, and yet Malleus felt something in her from the very beginning.

⏤ ✧ First he observed her when she was busy renovating the Ramshackle garden, she seemed so peaceful and collected, humming something under her breath.

⏤ ✧ He would bring her flowers every night without her noticing only to find her bringing blankets and a container with a hot tea in it and spending a whole night waiting for something… or rather someone to come.

⏤ ✧ “A stranger who brings me bouquets every night, please let me know you’re here. It’s quite cold outside.” She said one night, her gaze fixed on green sparkletts floating around her.

⏤ ✧ Next day he appeared before her, placing a flower crown he made on her head. Small gypsophila flowers intertwined with scarlet zinnias, decorating her delicate image.

⏤ ✧ “Ah really, why would you appear only now. With such a pleasant gesture even! Wait for a moment then.”

She gathered some flowers she had grown by herself, then took her gloves off and did another flower crown for him personally. Something fluttered in his chest the moment she touched his horns, smiling softly, and laughed with her clear sweet voice, recoiling after decorating his head with a flower crown.

His heart was pounding in his chest, his whole body shuddered at her touch, and in that moment he knew he was close to making a deal with the devil so that the lingering feeling of her fingers would never leave him.

“Would you mind teaching me how to make those? I guess I’m pretty bad…”

He chuckled, admitting he never felt something so pleasant and light before, as if her whole body was radiating something celestial, her hands feeling absolutely pristine and divine.

⏤ ✧ Every night they met she would tell him stories about what happened to her. So many students overblotting, and yet… The way she stuttered for a moment every time she mentioned overblots was confusing to him as if she wasn’t telling something really important.

⏤ ✧ He wanted to trust her nevertheless. She was tender in the way she looked at him, glimpses of happiness blossoming in her eyes every time he appeared in the garden, welcoming her gently.

⏤ ✧ He craved her touch, the image of her putting a flower crown on his head still lingered in his mind, never fading nor dissolving, remaining the most precious memory of her.

“You never fail to impress me, child of man,” he said once during VDC right after Vil overblotted and he arrived.

“How come, Tsunotarou?” he laughed at how astonished others were at you calling him by that silly nickname.

“Witnessing you have no fear towards me is truly a blessing.”

She smiled at him then, her cheeks slightly dusted with a beautiful pinkish hue.

“Having you as my dearest friend is a blessing too!”

⏤ ✧ Friend…?

⏤ ✧ Right, friend. And what friends are needed for?

⏤ ✧ Apparently, Malleus thought Yuu would be delighted to see him putting everyone in a sleeping state. If he can’t be someone even dearer to her, then he would be her most devoted guardian.

⏤ ✧ She resembled a fairy, telling him about her tremendous adventures, so it would be natural for him to tell her a fairy tale in return.

“Do not resist the temptation, child of man.”

His voice, so alluring and somnolent, enveloped her, her eyelids feeling leaden. He was standing right in front of her, looking at how her body trembled under his enticing enchantment. He knew by now he shouldn’t touch her, even though her eyes told him otherwise, begging to lean to her.

“Although it would be interesting to fall under your spell and feel that divine feeling, please allow me to grant you with a happy ending you truly deserve.”

“You… never asked me… what kind of ending I truly want…” Her voice was fading, and she could barely stand at that moment, but Malleus knew.

If she takes one step closer, that would be the end for him.

So she did, thorns enveloping her, but she managed to grab Malleus by his clothes somehow, her face being extremely close to his, his astonished gaze fixed on her, blurry and sorrowful.

“Perhaps a true love kiss would wake you up from this dream, Malleus.”

She pressed her lips to his, tenderly whispering those words and smiling through the kiss when a bright light surrounded them.

Malleus picked up her exhausted body, oblivious to the dissipation of his own magic, and looked at her worriedly, ignoring the slowly awakening students.

“Ugh… don’t underestimate me. You still haven’t taught me how to make pretty flower crowns.”

And she was right. “Indeed. That’s the least I can do for showing me the ending I truly do adore.”

⏤ ☆ notes : omg thx for requesting!! i got carried away in malleus part (a little bit.... kinda... forgive me for that) but still i hope you like it! ~

⏤ ☆ tag list : @isacoremeow

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violetesensou

1 year ago

⇝ 𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓭𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓶𝔂 ⇜

characters: sub!dragons x dom!gn!reader

warnings: fluff, crack, slight angst, them being in heat, dragon anatomy so 2 cocks huehuehue, reader is very very very curious abt dragon anatomy, shy bois<33, squirting, handjob, overstimulation, dacryphilia, praise, eating out, finger in vent so fingering????

notes: i was thinking over different dragon anatomies but then my mind suddenly went what if?????? inspired by @teeth-farie’s sub leviathan fic. gradient divider by @/benkeibear. im dying waiting for wuthering waves to release also jiyan might be ooc as it is written before wuwa’s release. you can think of any dragons you know or want, these were the only ones i could remember😔

word count: 5.5k

it’s not an everyday normal thing to have a dragon as a lover. more so if said dragon is seen as a high ranking being and is constantly busy while also being basically untouchable in human terms. hell, not even their fellow draconic kin aren’t able to spend time with them, much less make them put down their mask of indifference and cold stoicism.

a certain title with heavy burden, suppression of one's emotions and feelings rest atop their head, constantly forcing them to make choices based on their people and their wishes, yet never for themselves. always living up to their title and position in the society but never simply as themselves. never giving them a moment of respite, comfort, feeling of kinship or even a friend to share a cup of tea or a glass of pear blossom wine with. always a title, someone to be worshipped and admired from afar but never to get close to or to even dare touch.

except for you, you sweet human who stumbled your way into their life. quite literally. your first meeting with your draconic lover was of you stumbling down the stairs and landing in front of their feet ungracefully while they tried their best to stifle a laughter that was bubbling in their chest. who were you and where have you suddenly ungraciously fell down in front of them in a heap of mess and a single thumbs up accompanied by a muffled "i'm okay!"?

you had the body anatomy of a human. you looked like a human. you sounded like a human. but were you truly one though?

"now who are you that have discourteously decided to fall in front of me like a chipmunk would out of a tree?" they ask, doing their best to stop themselves from doubling over in a heap of a laughing mess as they reach a hand out to help you get up. their resistance only proves futile as a quiet chuckle escapes their mouth — to which they had to bite down on their tongue to not turn it into a laugh — when they see the absolute mess you have made out of yourself. hair a mess, sticking out everywhere like a bird's nest with your clothes covered in slight dirt and grime alongside a few tears here and there considering you quite literally fell down the stairs in front of them.

reaching a hand out, they help you out in taking out some stray leaves that had stuck into your hair during your tumble. all the while, you try to dust off your clothes as quickly as possible so you could apologize and thank them.

"yeah yeah, but chipmunks are cute, aren't they?" you clarify with a cheeky grin as you finally stand upright to take in the visage of your helper and the same person you just made a fool out of yourself in front of. not that you minded it that much.

oh. oh well stars have mercy, aren't they the moist celestial man you have ever laid eyes upon. it was like looking on a painting in front of you. the sunlight right behind their head, creating a halo like effect as the man smiles at you with nothing but kindness and slight amusement twinkling about in their eyes. you were pretty sure you looked like a fool right now in front of them, jaw slack as you stared at their face. for a second, the dragon was a bit concerned. did you perhaps somehow unhinged your jaw when tumbling down the stairs? but you were talking just normally a few seconds ago. or... was it because you recognized him that you had suddenly gone quiet?

he hoped not. he liked your little charismatic words and choices of being well... in a more gentler terms, weird. but in a very cute way. just like a chipmunk.

“are you—“

“god damn!! even your voice is hot” your sudden words take them back by surprise, causing them to go quiet. did you just—?

"[NAAMMMEEE]!!! WHEN I CATCH YOU, YOU'RE NOT GETTING OUT OF YOUR OFFICE UNTIL I SAY SO!!" a third voice calls out, seemingly calling out for you. upon hearing the voice screech out your name, threatening you with paperwork, he could see you freeze up. visibly paling — if he squinted hard enough, the dragon could swear that he saw your ghost float out in a comical way — eyes widening, you glance back to the top of the stairs you came tumbling down from. just then, another person comes running in, standing atop the the stairs you just tumbled down from.

“YOU!!” the person points a finger in your direction, seemingly your boss or a coworker perhaps. but considering how you were literally shaking in your boots, this person was definitely your boss or something along those lines…

“it was nice meeting you and all, i gotta dash. i don’t wanna deal with paperwork today or ever. see ya’ around, pretty!” you manage to say in a quick heap of mess, giving the dragon a single pat on his shoulder before making a mad dash to somewhere. the dragon could only hope that you won’t get caught by your superior. though, that wasn’t the only thing on his mind.

“pretty…” you called him pretty.

it wasn’t as if the dragon never received compliments before. he did, actually. many times and so much to the point it had grown dull to him. the affirmations of his prowess or how handsome he looked nor the elegant way he dressed — they were all common to him. from his subordinates to a civilian he would pass by on the street would stop and fawn at his otherworldly visage.

yet why was it that your single compliment the one that had continued to linger on his mind? it wasn’t even the sophisticated words the poets sing nor the heartfelt way the children would cheerfully say. no, it was just how you would call a fellow human “pretty”.

a fellow being…

was that why it was so different? why it left such a deep impression on him that the dragon couldn’t help but flush as he thought about how you referred to him. not as something to revere, not as a title to bow to or a powerful being that you should walk on eggshell around. just a fellow living being with their own feelings and emotions. like… a fellow human being.

the dragon found himself unconsciously recalling the moment over and over again since then. it would come to him during meetings, during a paperwork, during a simple moment of respite and recollection.

he would catch a glimpse of a tiny chipmunk, squeaking as the little furry creature jumps between trees, and he would be reminded of you. he would see stray leaves falling from the tree and he would be reminded of you. he could just be walking around and before he knew it, he was back at the place where you two first met. the stairs you’ve stumbled down from, the underground he was standing at, the railings separating the sidewalk from the pond nearby.

“pretty” the dragon would whisper to himself, the word falling from his mouth without him knowing as he looks up at the stairs. secretly, he would hope that you you stumble down the stairs yet again. “like a chipmunk would out of a tree”.

“hey! it’s you, pretty!” as if sensing his weird newfound feeling of longing, the heavens have decided to grace his lonely soul with your lively presence once more. turning around, he could see you running over to him from the opposite end of the stairs. the dragon couldn’t help but chuckle softly, a deep and low rumbling sound coming from his chest.

“pity. i was actually waiting for you to tumble down the stairs again” he says once you were close enough, all of his attention shifting to you now. he could see you much more clearly now. there was no rush of you running away from your duties, no superior chasing you around threatening you with paperwork, nor the tumbling down the stairs. no. this time, it was just you and him. and if he strained his ears enough, he could hear the squeaks of a few chipmunks in the nearby trees.

you looked beautiful. charismatic smile and lively eyes shining up at him with a bright and bubbly personality that seemed to drag him into your depths, making him want to spend every waking moment beside you.

“oh boo-hoo. how about you tumble down the stairs next time, huh?” you groan, eyes rolling with a huff of a laughter. not even a three times of meeting and you were already joking with the dragon as if he was an old friend of yours that you met again after a long time. is this what it means to have a friend? to share laughter and jokes with teasing jabs at one another. harmless humor thrown about as you two stroll around the streets with little to no attention to your surroundings or the people staring, pointing, whispering about you two.

no. it was just the two of you. the dragon and the charismatic human.

just him and you. alongside the few squeaks of a distant chipmunks jumping about a few trees.

much time had passed since your first encounter. almost every day, at every hour, the city could see you alongside the dragon, hanging around, chattering and even gossiping as the two of you just simply enjoyed life. if one was missing, you could simply find the other around the corner.

at first it was almost sacrilegious to the people. what do you mean a mere human — a commoner nonetheless — was seen hanging around with the great dragon?! surely it must be some elaborate prank or a joke! due to that, a quarrel had broken out amongst the high standing authorities of the society or amongst those who work under the dragon’s commands. it wasn’t common to see the dragon walking amongst the common folk, no. but what was weird was the fact that the dragon seemed so… humane, as he laughed and even played pranks on some of the people with you. thankfully, it quieted down when he decided to address the arising problem at hand and peacefully settled everything. not entirely peaceful though, as some — okay maybe everyone who has the position of authority — had strongly protested against him being on a friendly level with a normal human.

too bad for them because the dragon basically told them to shut the fuck up and think of their own lives. in a very gentle and professional manner for they knew you would have jumped their asses if given the chance. that’s just how unhinged you were but it was okay for the dragon loved your little unhinged things and comments.

it was adorable to see you shuffling around with nothing in mind. just daydreaming in your head, waiting for their meeting to end so you two could go out for the promised snack run. he always loved to come from your back and swoop you up in a big hug, effectively spooking you no matter how many times he has done it in the past. he loved the little squeaks you made. the quick latching of your hands around his neck to stabilize yourself. the scolding you give him about warning you the next time he comes in to swoop you off of your feet.

endearing — that’s how you were in his eyes. a treasure to be protected. a hidden gem to be admired. the painting of an ethereal angel to be seen but never to be touched. and dragons know just what to do to keep their treasure safe.

protective hand constantly around your waist or your shoulder, keeping you close to himself. a little peck on the crown of your head away from prying eyes. sometimes, he would bare his fangs at anyone who shows hostility towards you, human hands morphing, elongating into sharp claws that could tear into their flesh. a tail wrapped possessively around your ankle or wrist, refusing to let you leave his side. though, it was always unconsciously done as the dragon would apologize with flushed cheeks when you point it out.

“your tail has a mind of its own, i swear” he could hear you mutter with a giggle, a hand running over the smooth scales of his tail that was loosely wrapped around your middle. he was lucky enough to have some peace and quiet in your presence without his servants to annoy him further. while you? he was sure that you skipped your work again to come over to him. you always seem to find a way to skip out of work.

the dragon didn’t mind. if it meant being able to see you again, he wouldn’t mind cutting out of his own work to come and visit you.

with a low rumble in his chest, he pushes his head into the crook of your neck further. tail peacefully hooked around you, his own hands in his lap as he quietly purrs in content at the feeling of your hand smoothen out his scales.

“awww, you purring?” you coo out, hearing the distinct noises he was making as he uses your shoulder as a makeshift pillow. the dragon pauses, realizing he made a mistake of letting himself get too comfortable in your hold. no doubt you would use this to tease him, and he was right when your hand came up to scratch under his chin like one would treat a cat.

“mmrrpp… nope. i have no idea what you’re talking about” he tries to deny your words, yet making no effort to defend himself as he leans further into your touch. it actually felt good to have you scratch his chin and to purr like a cat. all he got in return was a hum.

this was usually how your days went. cutting out on work, running away from your superior to pet an overgrown lizard. a very handsome lizard who loved to spoil you but a lizard nonetheless.

oh heavens have mercy, it was back. it was back and it was worse than last year’s and the dragon was silently cursing his body as he tries desperately to keep his mind grounded.

sometimes, he tended to forget just how annoying it is to be a dragon or have some sort of draconic blood in his lineage until he is reminded of it. hot, bubbling lava swirling in his stomach, his mind constantly going to the gutter as he thinks about all sorts of inappropriate things. and he wasn’t safe nor were you safe because for some reason, his mind kept creating the image of you. gentle hands exploring his flesh, teasing kisses on his elf-like ears, dirty vile whispers of how you didn’t knew he was such a pervert.

that wasn’t how the dragon wanted you to be remembered as. he wanted to keep your image clean and sweet, surrounded by nothing except flowers and gentle smiles. not his tail wrapping around your waist to make you continue to fuck his brains out until he cried dumbly.

“[name]… [n-name], forgive me…” pitiful whines spilled from his bleeding lips as the dragon tries to drown himself within the pile of pillows and blankets stacked upon his bed. how perverted must he be to think of your image in such a lewd way? he doesn’t think he can bring himself to look you in the eye the next time you meet.

knock knock!

urgent knocks sounded from the doors of his home, ones he thought he was just hallucinating in his current state. being in heat sucks as the dragon couldn’t tell if the things he was hearing were real or just a fragment created by his mind. curse his biology.

soft clicks and clacks resound into the emptiness of his home, making him perk up slightly from bed. who could it be? not everyone knew how to enter his home nor would they be foolish enough to do so during this time of the year. but there was one important person he was close to. the one person he forgot to notify of his oncoming heat cycle. the same person he gave the spare key to his house to. the same human who—

“hey! you were home along, huh? i got worried when you weren’t at your workplace the last two—“ he could hear you trail off, words getting stuck in your throat as he sees the slight widening of your eyes when you took in the scene of him just being miserable. curled up on his bed, tail flicking wildly as if he was provoked and uncomfortable. ears and cheeks flushed red with slight haze covering his usually bright and attentive eyes.

ah, he really wanted to make you see how pathetic he could get during this time of the year.

“[name]… p-please, leave. i don’t want to drag you into this mess” another whine of your name fell from his lips, this time louder than the one before.

please don’t get close, he could smell your scent and it was driving him up the walls. human hands becoming more scaled and clawed as he paws at the soft materials of one of the blankets. poorly muffled whimpers falling out as he tries to hug his tail to himself, to keep it from reaching out and hooking around your ankle like it always does. please don’t come closer, he might just trap you in his home for days until this cursed heat goes away. he didn’t wish to subject you to this torture.

“ah, right. i forgot that lizards and snakes go into heat during this time of the year” you briefly take a look at the calendar hung on the wall. the last 2 days not crossed out due to his suffering of the heat. the last 2 days you didn’t see him. at all.

he must’ve been in so much pain. whining and groaning, little growls slipping out too as he tosses and turns on his little makeshift nest. in the middle of his toss and turning, you could catch a glimpse of a small wet patch starting to form on his pants’ front. was he getting hard by just seeing you? how… cute.

“[name]! please, just leave! i can t-take care of myself” the dragon pleads, trying to shuffle away as you approach his bed to sit on the edge of it. shushing his pleas, you reach a hand out to place it over his tail that he had let go, the extra limb curling around your wrist a bit too tightly.

“hey hey.. it’s okay. nothing wrong with helping you out here, y’know? i just wanna help” you hum, rubbing small circles onto his knee where your hand was placed. you could only hope that it would soothe him and his troubled self, but it seems to have the opposite effect as he now looks pained. brows furrowed with fanged teeth chewing on his lips, so much so he was starting to draw blood. you tut softly, other hand reaching out to make him stop doing that.

it felt nice to have you here. the hand that was on his chin trailing up to smoothen out his long tangled hair. he had forgotten how much the little things can calm the nerves of his as he leans into your touch. you were here. reassuring him, being understanding as you suggested helping him. what did the dragon ever did to deserve you?

swallowing the saliva in his mouth, he gave a little nod, signaling that he had decided to accept your offer of help. you give him a small smile, to which he reciprocated with shaky, bloodied lips. it took some effort to help him get rid of his pants, his tail getting in the way over and over with how it refused to stay still. it even knocked down the bag of little groceries you brought when you first walked in. the dragon apologized, saying he had barely to no control over his tail during this time. you only chuckled at that, kissing his cheek as a move of comfort.

“you mind if i take these off too, pretty?” you thumb at the hem of his boxers, looking into his eyes for a sign of rejection. gods, he forgot how much he loved that nickname. breath getting caught in his lungs from hearing it in such a loving way, paired with how careful you were with him.

he gives a little nod and you take off his boxers, throwing it to the side with his pants.

oh? what an unexpected sight.

what you thought would greet you with the typical human male anatomy, instead there was a vent like opening. slightly puffy with a bit of scales on the sides in a seemingly protective layer, a little bud on top similar to a clit and wetness dripping from it and down to the sheets. you would have never thought that dragons would have such an interesting anatomy.

tentatively, you run the tip of your forefinger over the slit, softly prodding them in an opening motion to see how he reacted. he only flinched, soft whimpers falling out. he was so wet too.

“does every dragons have an anatomy like this? does it hurt when i do this?” you ask curiously, unable to tear your eyes away as the slit seem to pulse gently, opening up and closing, almost like the soft fluttering of a butterfly wings.

“i think so… maybe? and no, it doesn’t hurt. don’t worry” he reassures you, finding your genuine curiosity endearing. even in a moment like this, you were being so thoughtful. so gentle. so kind and understan—

“can i lick it?” sigh… he should have seen it coming because you had this tendency to not think before you speak, therefore resulting in moments of unhinged words and actions. but the thought was one he was willing to entertain. none of his former lovers had tried to lick his vent before and it would be a new experience. out of his comfort zone but that’s how new experiences are like.

giving you a nod, he gets comfortable on the bed as he opens his legs to you more, watching with dilated pupils as you settle between them. soft kisses to his thighs got him heaving a breath he didn’t knew he was holding, muscles loosening in relaxation as he waited. you took your time. soft kisses trailing from his thighs, to some little scars before finally reaching his vent. in a way to test the boundaries, you gave a few kisses to the scales, the little bud that resembled a clit before licking a stripe up his slit, tasting the slick that was gathered there. he tasted oddly sweet. like honey that was left in room temperature for a bit too long. you could feel like legs jerk, threatening to close around your head.

“s-sorry… not used to it” he mutters under his breath, to which you only hum softly. placing your forefinger and middle finger on both sides of the vent, you make a little spreading motion. gentle little licks turning more greedy as you give his insides a few licks. the dragon lets out a loud whine at that, throwing his head back on the pillow as a clawed hand comes down to fist at your locks.

he didn’t had plushie insides, if anything, you were pretty sure you felt scaled limb move inside his vent. the scales similar to the soft ones that were on the outside of his vent. maybe it was the same thing? in an effort to satisfy your growing curiosity, you push your tongue inside a bit more, prodding at the soft scaled limb slithering inside.

“gyaAANH—! w-wait a minuuyygkk♡︎♡︎ [n-name]♡︎!” he yelps loudly, his legs finally wrapping around your head as he writhes on the bed. more of his delicious juices spill out, dripping down your chin and to the bedsheets. it was a bit too much for him. this was first time allowing his vent to be eaten out and you were such a curious little human who kept pushing him to limits of pleasure he never knew existed. hell, he didn’t even knew he could let out a squeal like that before.

meanwhile, the poor pent-up dragon weakly bucks his hips into your mouth more, you only continue with your little research. pushing your tongue inside, licking up his insides as you push his vent open more with your fingers. by now, you have come to the conclusion that this slick gushing into your mouth was his precum. at least, what can be considered as a precum in dragon terms.

eyes focusing on his pretty face twisting in pleasure, you felt giddy with how easily you could make him crumble. such a strong and intimidating dragon, only to turn into a moaning mess when you eat out his vent. it was endearing to see how much he trusted you.

continuing to prod and lick at his vent, the insides and the little nub resembling a clit, you watch in fascination as his slit becomes more loose. the scaled limbs that were slithering inside now starting to push out, prodding past the protective scales of his vent opening. oh, it was his cock you were prodding at when you were eating him out.

wait no. cocks.

sitting upright, wiping the mess he made on your chin, you coo words of comfort as his cocks slowly comes out of his vent. helping him with it, pushing his legs open each time he tried to close them because everything felt too much for his overly sensitive body. one was a bit bigger than the other, soft, glistening scales that were the same color of his tail on the base that slowly turned into his human skin. the scales were soft, barely noticeable but definitely sensitive as he kept twitching whenever you ran your finger over it.

“they’re pretty” you remark with a smile, fingertip trailing from the base of his bigger cock to the tip, teasing his tip with a light few taps. he could only jerk at that, whining softly at the feeling of your hands on him.

oh gods, was this real? your hands were on him. on his body. on his cocks. you were touching him, helping him out during his heat. you… he wondered if you would allow him to scent you. maybe leave a mark or two on your neck. perhaps if he begged enough times, you would allow him to touch you too—

“aangh—! [name], don’t just touch them like.. that… aaanghh haah s-so soft♡︎” he trails off into a quiet moan, his claws digging into the pillow under his head for stability as you finally wrap your hand around his cock. softly stroking it, occasionally swiping your thumb over the leaking tip to make him squirm. your hand was so soft. so loving in the way it handled his cock. were you not taken aback by how weird it was? how inhuman they were? he isn’t surprised that you aren’t. you find almost everything interesting, and his body was one of them.

“easy, pretty. deep breaths, i got you” he could hear your words over the soft moans of his own unrecognizable voice, so shy rather than the commanding authoritative tone it usually has. all he could do was nod his head, no thoughts in his mind as he allows you to take care of him. you can take care of him just fine, he knows that better than anyone.

“f-feels.. good. love uungk♡︎ the way your haaanhhg h-hand feels♡︎♡︎” he stutters over his words, barely able to let out a single sentence without tripping over his own breath. how could you be so good to him? stealing his breath away from the moment you first stumbled your way into his life until now, in his bed, taking care of his sensitive body.

all the while, you kept a close eye on his vent. the soft fluttering it occasionally does whenever your thumb would swipe over his pretty pink tip, whenever you would add pressure to the prominent vein under his mushroom tip. it seemed sensitive too. and neglected too as it continues to drip with the slick he was gushing over your face just moments ago.

switching between his two cocks, trying to give attention to both of them, your free hand grazes over the lip of his tent. almost as if sensing your curiosity, the poor thing opens up a bit more as if asking you to push your finger inside it. but was that possible? judging from the size of the slit opening, you could tell it wasn’t fit for taking things inside other than his own cocks. but there was still some space left. maybe you could give it a shot.

“breathe for me, pretty. you’re doing so good. that’s my sweet dragon” words of praises continue to fall from your lips, clouding his mind more and more with each word. so much so to the point he couldn’t tell that he came on your hand already. using his moment of distraction, you ease your finger inside slowly until the first knuckle.

“aaNNGH—?! [n-name] what’re yo-oouugnnh—! h-heavens, what—♡︎♡︎ what are aaAMH♡︎ MYAANGH MMRPP♥︎?!” immediately, he started to thrash around on the bed. choked pleas of stopping, asking you what you were doing and soft sobs falling from his lips as his legs shake like a fawn’s. what were you doing to him?! it felt like a hot bubbling lava was swirling in his stomach, ready to burst at any moment. what is it that you were doing? he— he couldn’t bring himself to see it, afraid that if he does, he might let out a sound that he never let out before.

but that dam he was trying so badly to hold back broke when you eased your finger into the second knuckle. shaking legs weakly kicking at the bed, tail coming up to wrap around your wrist in a tugging motion into the vent while he arched his back so prettily, letting out a damn squeal as his cocks squirted over his stomach and to his chin.

“oh, look at you! gods, you’re so damn ethereal, darling. i fucking love seeing you like this” you say in excitement, watching as his dilated pupils turn into a heart shape while fat globs of tears start to roll down his cheeks. he was really sensitive huh?

softly, your finger explore the insides of his vent. tentatively stroking his inner vent until you came across a soft spongy spot inside. it felt oddly gummy, very little but still there. curious about what it was, you give it a little stroke, watching as your dragon squirts yet again. his legs wouldn’t stop shaking and twitching, body writhing on the bed so cutely as he blabbers about some unintelligible things. you could faintly make out your own name and things about hitting his soft spot.

“[n-nAME]!! STOOHPPP SHTOP STOHP EECK♡︎♡︎!! t-too much f’ meeaannnhhg♥︎ t-too much too muchtoomuchtoomuUUNGK!! GYUUCKKK—♥︎♥︎!!” your sweet darling cries out, sobbing as his claws reach out to your hands, digging into the flesh there. it didn’t help that your other hand was still stroking his poor cock, making his orgasm longer than it ever has been before.

he was going crazy. he would die! if you kept stroking his cock while fingering his soft spot inside his vent, he would surely go crazy from the sheer amount of pleasure!! he can’t take more—

“c-can’t—! can’t squirt ‘nymoowwhr♡︎ [name]!! [name]!! [name]!! [name]!! [name]!! [naMEE]♥︎♥︎” the dragon trails off, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as your name falls out of his mouth in a gibberish mantra. oh, how adorable he was, jaws slack open as he drools, crying about not being able to squirt anymore when his cocks easily does it for him.

“shh shhh… easy, love. easy” you shush his shrill moans, kissing his pointy ears as his tail refuses to let your finger out of his vent. how cute. he was such a contradiction, it was adorable. but you could see he had never received such amount of pleasure before as the grip of his claws on your hands loosen, blurry heart shaped pupils staring at you with no thoughts in his head.

“you can take another finger, right?” you ask, wincing slightly when his tail wraps entirely around your forearm now.

“[n-name]…! [naaammeee]—! m-mate♡︎♥︎♥︎” your sweet dragon trails off, nothing behind those hazy eyes of his as he only slurs out your name and the word mate over and over again.

he can definitely take another finger.

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written so good you forget abt shame😶

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violetesensou

4 months ago

𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

ཐི♡ཋྀ ITOSHI SAE

ꨄ︎ home ---- you’ve known sae since you were both sixteen. he’s always dreamed of going overseas and facing the world, will he ever be ready to come home?

conversations ---- he’s back home, and you recall the times you’d spoken to him. all the calls you made, then all the calls he made, and then all the times it went to voicemail.

conversations: restart ---- (alt. ending) sae’s willing to throw everything else away to prove that out of everything in his life, you’re the one sure thing he needs. problem is, will you accept him after what he’s done?

about time ---- nothing’s necessary except his talent in soccer, until you appeared. and now, he’s got a new challenge.

whole ---- sae has few interests, and one of them is you. but sometimes, being special just isn’t enough.

incomplete ---- sae rarely knows what he’s doing when he comes to you. and sometimes, by the time he figures it out, it’s all way too late and you’re too far gone.

affection ---- the way sae loves you is beautiful. it’s nothing like you envisioned and something you never knew you needed.

chasing memories ---- you’re the one sae can’t get over. he’s beginning to think he never will.

ꨄ︎ always, eventually, yours ---- you have a crush on sae. for a long time now. and he’s always known that. he just wants to see how long you can hold out.

all this time ---- just when you feel like giving up, sae pulls you back into him.

& again ---- sae’s still learning the ropes on being in a relationship, and sometimes you think you can’t wait any longer. but this is itoshi sae, maybe you can.

and when he wants you ---- what do you do when your best friend kind of sort of forces you to confess your two-year long crush when you’re not ready to? pray and hope for the best.

don’t want you to go ---- he’s stupid and stubborn and bad at being a boyfriend. you make him want to be better though. always.

moral of the story ---- you and sae have been in love with each other since high school. during your special day, he throws you a curveball.

pucker up, buttercup ---- being sae’s girlfriend is tough. there’s a lot of things he can’t make time for, and unfortunately this time, it’s you. but somehow, he always pulls through.

crazy good ---- hold up, netizens. you’re in for a treat this time because guess what? out of all people, it’s time for itoshi sae to hard launch his girlfriend: you.

birthday wish ---- it’s itoshi sae’s birthday. the world hates you. you’ve never been a lucky one. being “shit out of luck” is the only thing you know. the tables must turn.

series: if not for you ---- neither of you want this. both you and sae reluctantly agree to this marriage, although sae’s dissatisfaction far outweighs your own. with hidden agendas and old flames, will this ever work out between the two of you, or will your forced spark be doomed to fail? [ completed ]

series: priceless ---- there’s a high price to pay for getting involved with itoshi sae. there’s an even higher price to pay when it seems like he’s not the only one. with everything going on behind the scenes, will you be able to afford all of it? [ ongoing ]

ཐི♡ཋྀ ITOSHI RIN

something stronger ---- rin thinks about you all the time, for better or for worse. problem is, he really shouldn’t be anymore. things never seem to work out for the both of you, will trying even make a difference this time?

soft ---- one cute thing he would do for you.

one answer ---- you and rin are both oblivious to each other’s feelings. but maybe one push is all you need.

the things you left behind ---- you & sae had something special, until he forcibly cuts it off. and now rin has you in his sights—but things get complicated when sae comes back for you.

ཐི♡ཋྀ NAGI SEISHIRO

effervescent ---- it’s a little more difficult for nagi to realise his feelings compared to the average man.

in his language ---- he didn’t ask you out because he wanted to, yet nagi gets more than he bargained for in the end.

ཐི♡ཋྀ MIKAGE REO

what if it’s you and me

love, you ---- heartbroken, you turn to your best friend for an escape. but he gives you much more than that.

ཐི♡ཋྀ ISAGI YOICHI

build a date ---- isagi has a crush on you.

ཐི♡ཋྀ MICHAEL KAISER

skin-deep ---- kaiser has more reason to visit his regular cafe spot now. and he’s not gonna quit until he makes you his.

no contest ---- being just friends doesn’t mean much when neither of you really want to keep it that way. problem is, will either of you make the first move?

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feeding my sae delusions 😔

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violetesensou

4 months ago

SECRET ADMIRER

Another Valentine’s special fic with Shidou!!

Plot: Shidou is your secret admirer! but you don't seem to notice it...

What you need to know: high school au, gn reader, reader is clueless, fluff, slightly suggestive at the end and i think that’s it!

Wrd count: 1.6k

This was the 10th time you opened your locker and found a pink envelope with a letter inside accompanied by some heart-shaped chocolates. You’ve been receiving this mysterious and anonymous letters from what he called himself 'the love of your life' you didn’t have any clue who it was, it was getting you very curious and somewhat frustrated.

“Another one y/n?” Your best friend, Isagi said as he tilted his head and took a look at the letter in your hands.

You sighed and read the letter, it said something about he wishes you success in the upcoming exams and how he ‘didn’t care’ about a simple grade but he wished you a good grade anyway and how it was cute seeing you so clueless about his identity. “This guy is really something…”

Even though you were frustrated that you didn’t know his identity, you liked all those letters, they were very beautifully decorated with a lot of pink and they made you blush every time.

As you arrived to class and sat down, you started eating some of the chocolates your secret lover gave you.

“Oh? Who gave you those? Can i have one?” Your seatmate, Shidou Ryusei, an intimidating but interesting guy who you sometimes talk to, asked with his typical teasing smirk.

“No you can’t, someone special gave them to me…” You brought another chocolate to your mouth already starting to blush from your own words and how Shidou looked at you as his grin widened.

“Special? Didn’t know you had a significant other” Shidou was having so much fun with this, you were absolutely clueless about how he was the anonymous person sending gifts to you.

Why he did this? It wasn’t even because he was scared you wouldn’t like him back or too shy to tell you, no. His reasons were simple, he just like the thrill of it, he wanted to see how long this would last, he was hella confident you will like him, he is just feeling a bit silly and he didn't care how obvious he was being, yet you didn’t catch on his clues.

“I have a secret admirer…” you whispered to him, looking around if anyone heard that. “I hate this secret guy… but i really love him too, it's so frustrating.” You leaned on your seat and covered your face, letting out a frustrated groan.

You’re so blind… and cute Shidou thought, chuckling at your frustrations. “What if he never tells you who he is?” Isagi who sat in front you turned to look at you, slightly worried.

“No matter what it takes i’ll find him.” You nodded with a determined look, Shidou just staring fondly at you. Your mind so occupied about this you didn’t even notice how he looked at you. Isagi did notice, but choose to not say a word, chuckling to himself and turning back again wondering what Shidou was up to.

Before you returned home from your classes you decided to leave a note inside your locker, hoping your secret admirer once again left something there and noticed your note. The note was simple “how do you open my locker every time without a key? Can you even give me a clue about your identity?”

The next day you even got early to school, almost opening your locker with urge only to see he did write something and left more chocolates for you.

“I know a lot of things sweetheart and for the clue, figure it out yourself ;)” you stared at his words, written with the bright pink gel pen he always used and sighed at his answer, expecting something more, you took a glance at the hallway when you caught Shidou staring at you with his signature grin, he waved slightly before he walked away.

You turn away immediately and blushed, could it be...? You shook your head and leaned against your locker. He can’t be, an intimidating troublemaker like him writing a love letter? Definitely wasn’t him, it was just a coincidence he was staring at you or that’s what you said to yourself.

This time you tried something different, you pretended to leave and hid on some bushes near the school entrance, where you had a slight clear view of the lockers. As you were squatting, trying to look at the lockers you suddenly felt a presence behind you.

“What are you doing?” A familiar voice called you from behind, causing you to slightly flinch as you stood up rapidly.

“S-shidou?! Me? I’m just sitting by the grass you know…” you said nervously as you felt your cheeks starting to get hot and red. “What are you doing here?” You raised your eyebrow suspiciously at him.

“I just finished soccer practice and saw you hiding in the bushes.” Shidou chuckled and tilted his head, playing dumb. “Are you waiting for something? Or perhaps… someone?” He smirked, teasing you.

“Ah, i see…” you looked away embarrassed, yeah he wasn’t your secret admirer, all of this was just some weird coincidences, right? “I’m leaving now…”

You left, defeated in your attempt to know this guy’s identity. You decided to bake some mini cupcakes for him since he always gifted you chocolates, as you arrived the next day at school you entered the classroom and left the cupcakes on your desk, suddenly you noticed you left something in your locker and went to get it leaving the cupcakes there.

When you returned you saw Shidou eating one of the cupcakes, you widened your eyes and walked up to him. “Those are not yours! Why did you grab one?” You crossed your arms, glaring at him.

“It said it was for your secret admirer” he smirked and shrugged, finishing one of the cupcakes.

“Yeah, my secret admirer not Shidou Ryusei!” You huffed and sat in your place, slightly frustrated that Shidou ate one of the cupcakes, but somehow you couldn’t stay mad at him.

Shidou just chuckled and shook his head, finding it cute and amusing the fact you didn’t catch his words. Isagi who was already sitting on his place and heard the conversation just face palmed and shook his head, now it was clear as water, he had his suspicions about Shidou and this confirmed it, god how is my friend so stupid please help he thought.

“Was it good at least?” You sighed, looking around Shidou with a slight pout on your lips.

“Very~” He smirked and leaned closer to you, so close you could feel his breath fanning your face. “You should make some more for me.”

You blushed and were about to say something when you were interrupted by the teacher arriving to class, he reluctantly pulled away and gave you a wink before turning his head to the board. Your heart almost coming out of your chest from the sudden closeness, but the weird thing was you weren’t bothered by it; you were confused as you were thorn between your secret admirer and Shidou, it was stupid to you since you didn’t even know the mysterious guy.

As your mind wondered you glanced at Shidou, noticing he was writing what it seemed like…. Notes? Okay that’s weird, he never does that and he is writing with a PINK PEN?! That’s too many coincidences now.

“See something you like?” Shidou teased as he noticed you were glancing at him which you quickly looked away and pretended to write notes. This time you decided to do something risky, something slightly wrong.

You waited until lunch were everyone left the classroom and when you were sure no one was around you took a look at Shidou’s backpack, hoping to find a clue or something that confirmed to you he was the one sending you all those letters. As you were checking his backpack you hear the door of the classroom opening, you froze and your hands started to sweat.

You turned around slowly and saw Shidou standing there, expressionless while he was holding a pink envelope. “S-shidou I… it’s not how it looks let me explain!” You stuttered and looked at him with fear as he walked closer to you, still expressionless.

He walked dangerously close to you and suddenly grabbed your waist, slightly lifting you and sitting you in his desk. He stood between your legs, gripping your waist tightly and keeping you in place. Your brain malfunctioned at the sudden position you were now in, your face burned and you swore you felt your ears numbing and your vision becoming blurry.

“Searching in someone’s backpack is wrong, ya know?” He smirked as his lips almost brushed against yours.

“I know I-“ you didn’t have an excuse this time, so you just let out a shaky sigh. “I’m sorry Shidou, i just…”

“Wanted to know if I was your secret admirer?” He tilted his head and chuckled slightly. “Asking me wasn’t an option then?”

You chuckled nervously realizing how stupid you were. “Y-yeah… I guess I didn’t think of that…”

“You’re such a dork…” he flicked your forehead and gently grabbed your jaw, caressing your chin with his thumb. “And here I thought I was being very obvious.”

You widened your eyes at his words, recalling the interactions you had with him, all his flirty and pretty obvious comments, how were you so stupid? The realization hit you as you looked at him embarrassed.

“Did I surprise you? Expecting someone else?” He teased, still holding your jaw as his other hand drew circles on your hip.

“I think all this time I wished it was you…” You confessed shyly, making his grin widen.

“Well, now that my secret is out” he placed his hands on your thighs and pulled you closer to him. “I’m all yours~” he leaned closer, his lips almost on top of yours, he was so close to kissing you.

“y/n are you he- Oh.” Isagi who just entered the classroom froze and chuckled nervously. “I-i’m sorry, I’ll talk to you later” He smiled and gave you a thumbs up before leaving the classroom.

Shidou chuckled at your embarrassed face, removing a strand of hair from your face. “So… where were we?”

Another Valentine’s day special, hope you like it!! English is not my first language sorry for any mistakes

Any requests or ideas are appreciated and welcomed <3

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yes i do

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violetesensou

9 months ago

i know who my first call will be to — sae misses home more than he thought he would

Itoshi Sae’s heart stays behind in Spain whenever he leaves for overseas matches.

An absurd notion, most certainly. Ridiculous, in every sense that exists to the word. So unbelievable, in fact, that he still has a hard time believing it himself.

Nevertheless, it remains the only explanation behind the ache in his chest whenever he goes to sleep in an empty hotel bed. It’s why his meal times are dull and monotonous; why he finds himself pushing past his bedtime to remain glued to his phone, listening to you recounting your day.

Sae isn’t sure if you know it — how he desperately yearns to remain by your side. And if you do, you’re good at hiding it (he likes to think it’s for his sake).

His grip on his phone tightens just enough, a soft hum rumbling in his throat as he absentmindedly agrees with something you said.

When you lean closer to the screen, Sae nuzzles into his pillow, holding it tight as he pretends it’s you instead. You cup your chin with your hand, looking away as you trail off mid-sentence.

“I miss you,” he says, quiet and soft and so, so unlike himself, filling the faintest gap of silence.

Your eyes flit back, meeting his own through the screen. Sae has to strain to catch the soft exhale that leaves your lips. Then, you smile — gentle and (somehow) pitying at the same time.

“You’ll be home soon enough,” you say, your tone full of warmth.

“I want to be home now,” he replies, almost petulant as the pillowcase slightly muffles his words. His gaze softens when you do. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too,” you whisper, lightly poking the camera in a manner that has him instinctively scrunching up his nose. You tilt your head to the side, studying half of his face as best you can through a phone.

“My flight back is on Saturday,” Sae says, studying your face in return.

“I know. Want me to pick you up?”

“I land around midnight,” he mumbles. “I don’t want to keep you up—”

“Sae.”

The tips of his ears burn, embarrassment painting his cheeks red when your eyes meet. After a beat, he huffs in complaint, his brows furrowing. Still, your gaze softens; and he melts almost instantly.

He sniffles, lightly shifting onto his side. “I want you to pick me up from the airport,” he clarifies, trying to will a little firmness into his voice.

“Hm,” there’s a fuzzy feeling in his chest, fluttering and clinging to every corner at your soft hum. It further roots itself into him when you grin. “I’ll think about it.”

“What’ll it take for you to say yes?” he asks, trying to bite back a smile. He nuzzles into his pillow when you lean back, pretending to be deep in thought.

God, he misses you so bad. He misses being near you with every bone in his body.

“A kiss, maybe. If you want.”

Sae rolls his eyes, fondness buzzing in his chest. “I thought you were going to be more ambitious than that.”

You shrug, nonchalant, “I’ll max out your card when you get home.”

“Mm.” Sae rolls onto his other side, switching his phone to his free hand. “That sounds more like you,” he mumbles, soft.

The corners of his eyes crinkle when you guffaw, quickly defending yourself against his claim. His expression softens impossibly so — he’s sure the press would have a field day if they saw him like this. (Part of him thinks he wouldn’t care if they did; you’re the reason behind it, anyway).

“I wanna go home.”

“You’re staying in France for, like, two more days. You’ll be fine, Sae.”

He rolls his eyes, picking at the edges of his phone case. “Have you washed the bedsheets yet?”

“Yesterday,” you reply, absentminded. “Why?”

“Just wondering,” Sae murmurs, hushed. “Did you use the detergent I like?”

“Yeah?”

He makes a soft noise, “I hope you know I’m collapsing on our bed when I get home.”

“I don’t—”

“And I’m bringing you down with me.”

A soft, amused huff leaves his lips at your expression. His eyes narrow just a little, the action fond and affectionate in nature. When you sputter, Sae scrunches up his nose. He wishes he could kiss the frown off your lips.

“Whatever,” you grumble, softly clicking your tongue. “You’re lucky I miss you.”

“I miss you more,” Sae whispers, soft and gentle and so, so unlike himself. He supposes his demeanor is your fault — his heart turned to mush the moment he gave it to you. The thought is stupid and utterly asinine, truly.

Still, Sae doesn’t mind. He believes it more and more, letting it take root in his soul every time you brighten up at his tender, ‘I love you’s.

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violetesensou

4 months ago

SPIDER! SHIDOU RYUSEI x READER

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Another shidou fic because I feel we need more!! I’m obsessed with spiderman aus

What you need to know: spiderman au, best friends to lovers, gender neutral reader, injuries and slight blood mentions, mention of assault (not graphic, just a mention that happened) swearing, suggestive, lmk if there’s something else I didn’t include!

“You think spiderman is hot?” You smirked, chuckling slightly as you asked Shidou. You were both in your room, doing some school project and gossiping as you often do.

Shidou chuckled and shook his head. “You have a thing for masked men or what?” He tilted his head as he fiddled with his pen. He got slightly nervous everytime you asked something about the city’s hero, you didn’t know he was spiderman, not yet.

“Okay maybe I do… but that’s not the point! I mean like, is he hot behind his mask?” You raised an eyebrow, wondering what spiderman looked.

To be honest you had a small crush on spidey, you’ve interacted a few times with him and he was very charming, very flirtatious. He somehow reminded you of Shidou a little that’s why Shidou is a fan of him too, at least that’s what you thought. More than just a crush, you were deeply thankful, you always shared your gratitude towards him and your story of how he saved you some time back when a creep follow you and tried to assault you or when you were caught in the middle of a fight with some other villain and him taking you to safety without forgetting to say some flirtatious comment or a compliment.

You liked his style, it looked like he really was into fashion. His suit was pink and black with some pretty small horns on top of his mask. You had several drawings and posters of him drawn and gifted to you by Shidou who knew you liked him a lot.

“Well… I think he might be pretty hot, handsome, stunning even” he chuckled as he tried to calm down his nerves by writing something for the project. He didn’t know how to feel knowing his best friend had a crush on spiderman (him) while at the same time he was in love with you.

He wanted to tell you his secret, but was scared, Shidou Ryusei, THE spiderman, was scared. Would you hate him for not telling you before? Would you still like him? Would you want to date him? Would that put you in potencial danger? He had many questions and didn’t know how to fix this issue.

“Ha! Bet, he can do whatever he wants with me honestly…” you giggled slightly and bit your lip as you imagined sceneries with spidey.

Shidou blushed subtly at your words and was lost in thought, feeling slightly jealous even tho… he was the same person, but you didn’t know it.

“Hey… are you there Ryu?” You waved your hand near his eyes, snapping him out of his thoughts. To you, he was acting weird, you never see him this lost in thought.

“Huh… yeah, yeah, I was just thinking…” he mumbled, shaking his head. He wanted to tell you the truth and kiss you senseless, imagining some sceneries of his own.

“What? You jealous or sum?” You teased him, ruffling his hair playfully.

“No, it’s just- forget it…” he sighed and checked his phone, a notification of a villain causing trouble popping on his feed alarming him. “Can you continue the project without me? Something came up”

“Huh? I mean sure I can but, is everything okay?” You tilted your head, confused with his sudden change of demeanor.

“Yeah, it’s nothing bad, just Aiku asking for something” he lied, he felt bad he had to lie to you. He would see how to tell you his identity later, he needed to save the city now, he couldn’t ignore his duty.

You nodded, still feeling somewhat confused, but you didn’t pushed further, maybe he would tell you later what happened, right?

┈┈・୨ 🕸️ ୧・┈┈

The days passed and Shidou was acting weirder and weirder, he was distant and every time you asked him to hang out or ask if he was okay he would dismiss you, tell you he was just “busy” or that he already had plans with Aiku.

You were worried, you didn’t want to pressure him into telling something maybe he wasn’t ready to tell you, but you couldn’t help but overthink what was going on. If he had plans with Aiku and Aiku was a well known player, did he introduce Shidou to someone else? Was he seeing someone? Your heart ached, but why? He was just your friend or did you have some feelings you didn’t even were aware of them?

You were even more concerned when you decided to ask Aiku if Shido had a partner and what did they do on their “plans” only to find out Aiku didn’t know about this.

“Nah pretty face, I haven’t been out with him for a while now, he always says he’s busy…” Aiku told you as he leaned on the wall, smirking at you.

“That’s weird… i’m worried for him, you know?” You sighed and looked away, thoughtful.

“Yeah i’m kinda worried to… but anyway, i’m still free for you, ya know?” He grinned and moved a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Don’t start Aiku, you know I would never go out with you” you sighed and began to walk away, leaving Aiku with an unsatisfied pout as your thoughts lingered on Shidou.

┈┈・୨ 🕸️ ୧・┈┈

Later one night as you couldn’t sleep from all the turmoil and encountered feelings, laying down on your bed and staring at the roof something made you snap out of your thoughts, a loud thud in your window. You jumped and walked to the window, your heart racing as you opened the window trying to see what was that sound when a figure bursted into you room and collapsing to the floor, you gasped and looked down only to see spiderman.

He was laying on the floor slightly groaning in pain as his body was covered in blood, scratches and injuries, some parts of his suit even were ripped off.

“What the fuck?! W-wha… what happened? How do you know this was my house?” Your heart sank at the sight of spiderman injured, but why did he come to you?

“D-don’t worry about it pretty… can you maybe help me?” He panted slightly, you helped him stood up and guided him to you bed, he sat and leaned on your wall, his body tensing from the pain.

“I’ll get the med kit, just stay with me!” You ran through your closet, desperately searching for the med kit, once you found it you sat next to him and checked his injuries. “I… I need you take of your shirt… is that okay?” You blushed slightly.

He just nodded and you took out his shirt, leaving his mask on. You ran your fingers through his injuries as he flinched slightly from the pain, they looked like burns from friction, though they didn’t seem to need stitches or something more serious. You stared at his shirtless body, he was very muscular, even with all the injuries he looked hot.

You snapped out of your thoughts and shook your head as you started cleaning his wounds, he looked like he was struggling to breathe through the mask, your lips trembled as you opened your mouth. “I think… you need to take off the mask…” you suggested, expecting a deny from his part thinking he won’t reveal his identity to a random person he barely knows.

He sighed and slowly started to take off his mask, your eyes widening at every inch of face he was revealing until he took it off completely and you were met with….

“Ryu?!” You tensed, your lower lip shaking not knowing what to say or do. You expected his secret to be everything but this. “Y-you are-“

You were caught off when he gathered all his force and pulled you closer, making you straddle his lap and crashing his lips with yours in a needy and desperate kiss. You froze in place but quickly composed yourself to kissed him back, your heart hammering your chest and your face reddening at the situation. In that moment all your worries seemed to fade as you let out all your feelings in that kiss.

“Am I hot then?” He smirked, pulling away from the kiss as he panted softly.

You let out a chuckle and playfully slapped his shoulder, causing him to groan in pain. “Idiot… you should’ve told me before”

He chuckled and rubbed his shoulder. “Hey! I’m injured be careful pretty…” he remained silent for about five seconds, just staring at you with a stupid grin. “I’m sorry… I guess I didn’t want to put you in danger and… i was… scared” he mumbled the last part, slightly embarrassed to admit his feelings.

You sighed and ruffled his hair. “Your secret stays with me, i’ll be fine Ryu” you smiled as your heart fluttered from all the feelings you experienced. That kiss felt nice, it was very freeing.

You blushed suddenly, remembering all the things you said to Shidou about spiderman. “Uh… does that mean… you knew all this time about my feelings about you… well, spidey”

His smirk widened as he looked at you with an amusing look. “Are you still down for that or…?”

You widened your eyes and blushed even harder as the realization was starting to sink.

He placed his hands on your waist, going down to your hips and sliding to your rear “So… can I do anything I want with you? Maybe we can-“ he groaned in pain as you hit him again.

“R-ryu!” Your face reddened at his suggestion, the embarrassment from all your dirty confessions was still there but, it didn’t sound that bad since you now realize you really liked Shidou maybe you could try… No! He was still injured and you needed to keep tending his wounds, but definitely will do something when he felt better. “J-just let me take care of your wounds and we’ll see later…” you huffed as you went back to cleaning his wounds.

He chuckled as he caressed your sides. “Fine, fine… I don’t mind a sexy nurse taking care of me now~”

“Shut. Up.” You gritted your teeth as you tried to dismiss your blush, he got to your skin so easy, you tried to stay mad but you couldn’t help but let a small smirk escape from your lips.

Maybe this wasn’t too bad, being with spiderman that at the same time was your long time best friend.

The end!! I had so much fun writing this short fic fr, sorry if there’s some mistakes english is not my first language.

Also I tried to make this very gender neutral so pointing out any mistakes i did, tips, etc are highly appreciated ^^

Im trying to make a lot of shidou fics bc i think they aren’t enough, i mean, i swear every time i say i like shidou i feel like crazy because no one gets it 😭 they don’t understand how much i love this man fr…

Lmao anyway i hope you like it and stay tuned for more fics, feel free to give me some ideas or suggestions!

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violetesensou

2 months ago

I know you just did my request…BUT

JUST IMAGINE RIDDLE X KING OF HEARTS! READER🤩

Just imagine that they met as kid as a arrange marriage by their parents AND THEY JUST INSTANTLY FELL IN LOVE

when child Riddle was upset about his mom’s rule HERE COME READER TO THE RESCUE CHEERING HIM UP!🥹🥹🥹

And when riddle was in college, king of hearts! Reader send him letters about their day and how much they miss Riddle😭😭

OH and I like to imagine that Riddle kept his marriage a secret ( which was fine with reader)

SO JUST IMAGINE THE SHOCK FACE OF HEARTSLABYUL STUDENT WHEN READER (who was invited to a unbirthday party) RUNS UP TO RIDDLE AND STARTS KISSING HIM AND SAYING “oh my love! How I missed you!” 😭😭😭

Am so sorry about me rambling😅😅

But here is Their relationship in a nutshell:

AGHHHH IM LOVING THE RIDDLE REQUESTS ALSO THIS IS ADORABLEEEE AGHHHHH

Queen of My Heart

Synopsis: Riddle’s beautiful, bubbly and cute secret becomes revealed to Heartslabyul…

Contains: Riddle R. x Fem! King of Hearts! Reader, just pure fluffiness, goes off the Heartslabyul manga, use of petnamed: my love, my rose, dear, Riddle's lowkey down bad

The warm sun beat down vibrant rays of sunlight that made the fresh red paint of the rose bushes glisten and glitter. The small butterflies fluttered overhead in a dance of fleeting happiness while the students of Heartslabyul worked endlessly on their Unbirthday Party that was to happen in a few hours. Riddle made his way around the dorm, checking up on his students and getting in on the planning when he felt he needed to, even participating in making cakes (while threatening Trey not to trick him into adding a mysterious ingredient). There was much joy spread around the whole field. Everywhere you looked someone was smiling and having fun.

Riddle tried to have as much fun as he could, but he felt like something was missing. He was missing you. He’d sent out a letter to your home weeks ago saying that he would plan a special party for your once in a lifetime arrival at NRC, and that he did. The party set up was a success and your fiancé had a feeling his dorm members wouldn’t disappoint. They didn’t even know you were coming. Although, with Riddle’s tense shoulders and his grasping need for perfectionism more than usual, they had a feeling something interesting would happen. “Man, Rid-rid seems off today, doesn’t he Trey?” Cater sighed while painting his share of the roses.

“Yeah, I don’t even know what it could be…”Trey pondered, his paintbrush thick with red glossy paint mindlessly stroking the white roses. "Does the guy have a girl who's coming or somethin'? Doubt it!" Deuce giggled as Ace retorted,”You think the dude gets girls? You must’a been dropped on your head at birth Juice…” Trey and Cater sighed as Adeuce bickered to each other.

"Y'know I remember he was always around this one girl when we were kids. They seemed even closer to each other than me and Chenya were to him. Maybe it's her?" Trey spoke aloud to himself. "That guy had friends? Let alone a girl friend? That guy's wayyy ahead of me in the dating scene..." Cater sulked. The green haired boy laughed at him and continued his painting,"I doubt they were dating." Cater laughed to himself, "Imagine if they were though? Hah! That would be tots funny!"

As if on que, Riddle showed up behind the two third year boys. "Trey, Cater. Please get the King's Chair and place it besides mine. Thank you." When the two boys turned around at the sound of his rather monotonous voice, they saw his cheeks a light pink and the tips of his ears a scarily bright red. Trey and Cater looked at each other with a small smirk, then back at Riddle. "Yes, Housewarden."

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Riddle stood idle behind the heart shaped doors of Heartslabyul, awaiting his debut and the arrival of his fiancé. His hands shook slightly while he played with the hem of his suit jacket. There was a sudden crunching of grass behind him, slowly picking up speed as it approached him. "RIDDLE! Oh my love how I've missed you!" A (h/c) haired girl suddenly swung her arms around his neck, sprinkling little kisses onto his cheek and jawline. The boy's face suddenly turned a rosy pink."(y-(y/n)!" He stammered at her body suddenly hitting his.

"I got all of your letters. I was SO excited to come to this Unbirthday party of yours! What do you think of my dress?~" (y/n) did a small twirl, showing off the frilly red dress and rose embellishments. His face softened and a smile formed on his lips."It looks lovely on you, dear," He spoke "The party commences in a couple of minutes, would you care to walk down with me?"

His hand enveloped hers warmly and her eyes glittered."Really?! Of course!!" She smiled as she hopped into his arms. His hands softly circled around her pulling her in as she pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.

The erupting sound of trumpets filled the air and diverged their attention from each other. Riddle extended his hand once again, and (y/n) put her hand in his happily. There was a sudden crowd of chanting coming from outside the door,"All hail our leader... The Rose-Red Ruler!" Trey and Cater stood at the doors. Their eyes widened at the sight of THE Riddle Rosehearts holding his soon to be wife's hand. Of course, they had no idea they had been engaged, less that they were even together. (y/n) simply waved at them with a kind smile before walking out with Riddle hand in hand.

"His grace, his excellency: Dorm Leader Riddle!" The two made their presence known as they walked out. Suddenly the crowd of students voices wavered slightly. Some looked around in confusion while some had pink cheeks and whispered things to their friends. "H-hurray, Dorm Leader Riddle...?"

The red haired boy and the (h/c) haired girl looked at each other with wide eyes, then laughed loudly at the reaction of his dorm members. "Haha! Love, they really did not expect this, did they?" (y/n) cackled as she clutched onto her stomach like this was a big inside joke. Riddle chuckled beside her, covering his mouth with his hand,"They truly didn't, my rose." He composed himself with a soft smile and continued walking to his designated chair at his grand table.

The short boy pulled out the much smaller King's Chair for his beautiful fiancé. Once seated, the two admired the bright scenery as if this was completely normal to the rest of the students. "Ah yes, the roses are bathed in red, the tables are bedecked in white," He turned to (y/n),"A completely flawless Unbirthday party, don't you think, my rose?"

"Oh my love, you know anything you present to me will be of utmost perfection in my eyes!~" She squealed happily. Trey and Cater ran up to the two and sat down in their own seats at the table. "Hey Rid-rid, we didn't know you had a #wifey, who would'a thunk?" Cater spoke in his normal cheery tone. "Yeah Riddle, you didn't even tell me about her. I assume we're way overdue for an introduction." Trey smiled.

"JUICE HOLY SEVENS YOU WERE RIGHT!-" "DUDE WHAT-" Ace and Deuce shouted as they knocked into one another from shock."Boys, would you please behave for once in your lives?" Riddle sighed while (y/n) giggled next to him. "Well, I assume since you're all close with Riddle it would be best to introduce myself! I'm (y/n) (l/n)- or well, (y/n) Rosehearts soon!" She said while holding Riddle's hand upon the table. There was an absolute ROCK on her finger, they all started at it's glittering shine with wide eyes. It was a medium sized clear diamond with petite rubies on the band. A dainty gold band, nonetheless.

The four boys at the table nearly choked on their tea. "Wait... so that means..." Deuce aimlessly tried connecting the dots in his head. "We are engaged, yes. Set to be wedded once I graduate." Riddle spoke with a confident smile. "Don't worry, you're all invited!" (y/n) smiled.

"How, out of anyone here, did RIDDLE get locked into a relationship before anyone here..." Ace sulked. "How did you get away without telling me about this though? Usually you come to me for everything." Trey questioned with a small laugh. "Well we'd been arranged to marry since birth. She's been here all my life, I'm surprised you didn't notice Trey?" The red haired boy replied.

"She's totes a cutie Rid-rid! We should take a pic (n/n), Magicam will love you!" Cater yelped happily "Of course-- get over here!" Cater wrapped an arm around (y/n) and squished into her while making a cute face; (y/n) following suit, before quickly flashing the camera. "Perf! You're so photogenic girl. Let me tag ya!" Once he got her Magicam user, he jumped back into his seat and muttered a bunch of random hashtags like "#mrs.rosehearts" and "#red-tyrants-queen"

Once getting situated back into her plush seat, Riddle turned to (y/n) with a calm smile and eyes filled with adoration,"How have you been enjoying yourself, dear?" (y/n) smiled brightly,"How come you haven't invited me to Heartslabyul more often? If you must know, this is the most fun i've had in a longgg time. The Queendom of Roses gets lonely without you, you know?"

He took her hand in his and brushed her knuckled softly through his glove. "Well then I shall continue to make arrangements for you to come over here more often." He brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles, her eyes crinkled as she blushed a light pink and her smile grew."I would love that dear."

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