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bluelockmaniac · 10 months ago

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👑 .𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍

ft. crown prince!itoshi sae x commoner!femreader x second prince!itoshi rin (only bc you are rin's fiancée)

🗡 synopsis. you were chosen to be the second prince’s fiancée for rin’s convenience, but fate had different plans when you fell for his older brother, the crown prince, instead. as you start hearing strange voices during your engagement ball, sae falls victim to alexis’ curse, which only your love can break. what happens when news spread of the crown prince's revival and rin finds out?

⛓ content warning. 13.3k (yikes)ノ royal au ノ classism ノ cheating themes & pdaノ⚠ rin is rude, offensive, & insulting ノ your parents & sis for plot are assholes ノ semi-arranged marriage (?) ノ reader is illiterate ノ narration heavy ノ reader gets called whore once ノ implied death & gorish description ノ implied stranglingノ animal murder ノ minimal implication of shorter readerノthe relationship with sae is highkey rushed now that i reread it.

notes. this took me two weeks+ to finish ahhh. i thank my past self for being obsessed with manhwas so muchh, and ty to rhymezone for saving my ass w/ the ancient poem. first time using capital letters when writing fanfics, only bc it's really long though, eeee.

In the Twilight of the Eclipsing Red Moon,

When Stars Align and Shadows Loom,

The Great’s Fate is Sealed in the Veil of Night,

By the Hand of One from Mystic Light.

But From the Dust of Forgotten Lands,

Shall Rise a Heart with Common Hands,

With Lips of Rose and Spirit Warm,

To Bring the Order, End the Storm.

A Crown of Old Shall Find its Grace,

In the Embrace of a Simple Face.

But Do not be Fooled, One Shall Not Bloom,

For This, Will Lead to One’s Gentle Doom.

“I beg your pardon, Your Majesty,” your father stammered, “M-My eldest daughter has fallen gravely ill, and I fear she physically cannot journey to the Grand Empire of Aquaria tomorrow!”

The king’s eyes flared open in shock as the words reached his ears. His grip on the plush armrest of his throne tightened, the baroque carvings digging into his palm.

“What?!” He yelled, dismissing the fan bearer with a sharp glare before rising from his throne and taking two steps forward. His shadow covered large over your father’s trembling figure.

“She chooses now, of all times, to be stricken with sickness? At a crucial time for our kingdom? Such insolence!” He descended three more steps and glared down at him. “Did you forget that His Imperial Highness has specifically requested a lady from your clan?”

“I—”

The king struck his scepter harshly against the floor, silencing the man. “All the other houses of your garbage clan bore only sons,” he spat, “She will go, and that is final!”

“Actually…” the commoner’s lips pointed upwards in a well-rehearsed smile as he placed a hand over his heart in false politeness. “I have another daughter. She’s eager— eager to fulfill her duty. She is twenty, two years younger than the prince, but still of age.”

King Orion arched an eyebrow and his mouth twisted into a sneer. “Very well,” he replied, waving his hand in disinterest as he returned to his throne. “Summon her.”

In truth, the king’s concern wasn’t with Aria, your older sister. He cared little for which daughter was offered up to Aquaria’s second prince. It was a political necessity, nothing more— a favour to His Imperial Highness, Prince Rin. Or more like a fulfillment of Rin’s rather odd request that came with a threat. As long as someone from your clan was presented, it mattered not to him whether it was your sister or some other sacrificial lamb for the slaughter.

At the call of your name, the guards creaked open the heavy doors, and you entered the throne chamber slowly. When you reached the foot of the throne, you lowered your body in a curtsey bow, your gaze fixed on the scarlet carpet that stretched beneath you.

“It is my greatest honour to stand before you, Your Majesty,” you said, though your indifferent tone made it clear to anyone listening that you longed for nothing more than to be anywhere but here.

But you knew the truth behind this charade. Aria wasn’t ill. She was the jewel of your parents’ eye, their pride and joy, shielded from the Empire’s gaze like a pirate’s precious treasure. You, on the other hand, were the forgotten one– the daughter they kept hidden, a mere shadow in their halls, easily discarded when it was convenient. To your father, you were a little more than a weight around his neck, an extra mouth to feed, a burden he was eager to rid himself of.

The king’s eyes scanned you up and down, his expression visibly souring as he took in the sight of your tattered ankle-high, brown dress and scuffed boots. Disgusting.

“Ugh,” he muttered under his breath, leaning on one elbow as he sneered at you. “She’ll do, I suppose. Pretty enough for their tastes.” He turned to his chancellor with a condescending wave. “Have the maids find something more… suitable for this one.”

The chancellor bowed deeply, “At once, Your Majesty.”

“Alright, you’ve packed everything, haven’t you?” your mother asked as she rubbed Aria’s shoulder comfortingly.

Your gaze drifted to the battered briefcase lying at your feet. You had stumbled upon it by accident, shoved into a forgotten corner of the dirty attic, coated in layers of dust and practically falling apart at the seams. With a sigh, you bent down to pick it up, nodding as it threatened to collapse.

“Yes,” you murmured, a bitter smile tugging at your lips, “There was hardly anything to pack, anyway.”

Your father scoffed, rolling his eyes as he wrapped an arm around Aria, who had begun to shed what you knew to be crocodile tears. The act was almost laughable. She suddenly broke free from their grasp and rushed over to you, flinging her arms around your waist with a dramatic sob.

“Y/N!” she cried, “Please take care of yourself– hic– I’m going to miss you so much!”

You hesitated for a moment before stiffly returning her hug. She was a liar, through and through, and you both knew it.

Before the act could continue, the distant sound of hooves clattering against cobblestone paths captured your attention. Gently, you pried yourself away from her clutches, turning toward the approaching sound.

Your breath hitched. The Empire’s Royal Carriage was quickly nearing, and it was no exaggeration to say that its massive size dwarfed everything coming its way. It was magnificent, its gleaming white exterior and elegant navy blue designs that were above the huge clattering wheels. Silken curtains furnished the windows, embroidered with golden threads that caught the eyes of your greedy family. But what truly stole your attention was the shining silver crown perched atop the carriage, with Aquaria’s Royal Crest.

“Listen–” your father’s obnoxious voice cut through your admiration. He leaned close, his voice coming out in a hiss, “You better behave yourself, got it? If you mess this up, it’s not just you– it’s all of us. Understand?”

You shrugged off his threat with a nonchalant nod, “I’ll do my best.”

The sounds of the porcelain horses neighing were suddenly right behind you. They looked so soft, so immaculate, that you had to resist the urge to reach out and glide your fingers through their carefully groomed manes. But you knew better. This was no place for such frivolities.

The royal coachman descended from his designated seat and approached you. His right hand gracefully flew to his heart and he bowed slightly, his eyes closing for a brief moment.

“Greetings, my lady,” he said, straightening himself elegantly as his brown eyes met yours. He took your worn briefcase from your hand and placed it gently in the carriage’s wide storage compartment in the back. Then, he slid aside the long curtains and extended his hand toward you.

This was it. The moment you stepped into that carriage, you would leave this wretched life behind forever. No more grime, no more being hidden away like some shameful secret. You would be free– or at least you clung to the hope of freedom.

Taking the coachman’s hand, you felt the fine material of your simple sage gown– one begrudgingly gifted by King Orion– brush against the spotless steps of the carriage. You could hardly believe you, of all people, had the privilege of entering something so grand, so expensive.

For one last time, you glanced back at your so-called family. They stood there, masks with feigned expressions of sorrow worn over their faces. But you weren’t fooled, and you certainly weren’t going to indulge them. Instead, a slow grin crept across your face and you mouthed a few words that served as a final act of defiance.

“Shitty lives for shitty people, I guess.”

“.... lady,”

“My….”

“My lady!”

“Hm…” You muttered drowsily, your eyelids slowly fluttering open to the sight of the coachman and several other servants peering in at you with concerned expressions. Startled, you shot upright, your hands grasping the seat beneath you. “Y-Yes!”

So far, you were off to a great start.

But now, as you finally stepped out of the carriage and beheld the regal palace before you, every bit of exhaustion from the long ride seemed to dissolve. The sight of it stole your breath and you tried to conjure up a word to describe it, but words escaped you. Beautiful, perhaps, though even that felt insufficient. Magnificent, maybe.

There were towering stone sculptures and a large marble fountain in the center, its water elegantly cascading down like it was raining crystals. The front lawn was meticulously trimmed and maintained till perfection. The walls of the palace shined, built from pale limestone that you recognized from years of working with fire and sedimentary rocks. And at the peak of the palace dome, a lone flag fluttered in the breeze, proudly displaying the Royal Crest of Aquaria.

Your home now.

Yet, no lines of maids awaited your arrival at the main entrance, as you’d always imagined from reading those fairytale books you’d find tucked away in your attic. And there was certainly no sign of your supposed fiancé— His Imperial Highness, Itoshi Rin, the Second Prince of the Empire.

But then again, it made sense. You were just a humble village girl, after all— hardly worth the attention of someone as important as him.

The sudden neighing of a horse behind you jolted you from your thoughts, and you spun around. There, your gaze locked with the prettiest set of eyes you had ever seen— legendary teal irises framed by lashes so thick they casted a shadow on his cheekbones.

If the palace was magnificent, then he was simply breathtaking.

Your heart stuttered in your chest as you instinctively took a step forward toward him, prepared to pinch fistfuls of your dress and bow down to him.

He must be your fiancé, you thought. How could he not be? Those eyes were a symbol of royalty. His dark, reddish hair swayed with every blow of the wind, and the way an exquisite sapphire brooch shone against his royal attire screamed authority.

What did they call this phenomenon? Love at first sight? But then—

“Welcome back, Your Imperial Highness the Crown Prince!” a unified set of voices suddenly echoed from behind you in greeting, and you whipped your head back to see every servant and the carriage driver on their knees, their heads bowed low, and their hands clutched to their chests.

Crown Prince? Your breath caught in your throat. The Crown Prince? In other words, the future Emperor of Aquaria?

His gaze left yours to briefly sweep over the kneeling palace workers, before he waved his hand dismissively. “Rise.” he ordered. His deep voice made you feel a sudden tightening in your throat, and you had the urge to obey though you weren’t even on your knees.

When his eyes returned to you, you flinched, every nerve of your body feeling on edge. You drew in a sufficient amount of fresh air and held onto bunches of your gown, bowing respectfully.

“G-Greetings, Your Imperial Highness,” you stuttered.

Sae guided his horse to a halt and swung his leg over the saddle, dismounting and landing on the grass smoothly. He gave the mare a gentle pat, and you suddenly felt conscious as he approached you in long strides.

He stopped just in front of you, eyes seemingly studying you. “You are?”

You swallowed nervously, daring to meet his aquamarine gaze. “Y/N,” you said softly, “The Second Imperial Prince’s fiancée.”

His eyes narrowed and he closed them fleetingly before opening them again. “I see… That foolish younger brother of mine.”

You remained silent, unsure of how to respond. Your sparkling eyes flickered to his mare standing patiently beside him for a moment too long. Her coat was as white as fresh snow, and it almost hurt your eyes the way the sunlight reflected off her.

He noticed. “Oh, her?” He nodded toward the horse, gesturing for you to come closer. “Go on. You can touch her if you wish.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief, trodding towards him in excitement. “May I, really?”

“Sure, whatever,” he muttered nonchalantly, though his gaze softened slightly. He was more focused on observing the horse’s reaction to you.

With careful hands, you reached out and gently raked your fingers through her silky mane. A delighted giggle escaped your lips as the fauna neighed softly and nudged your hand for more of your kind attention.

“She’s beautiful,” you whispered, and he hummed in interest. You paused for a moment, glancing at the prince curiously. “What’s her name?”

“Celestia,” he replied, pulling on the horse’s rein before folding his arms over his chest. He watched you interact with the animal. “She rarely warms up to anyone, but it seems as if she likes you.”

Your eyes lit up with surprise and you smiled, your fingers still tangled in the horse’s mane. “Celestia is a beautiful name… It suits her. She’s as white as the moon.”

For a brief moment, the prince turned his head to the side, as if he was hiding something from your view. He wouldn’t admit it, but he’d trust anyone his beautiful horse liked. His fingers slipped through his tousled red hair, and though his voice slightly carried a tone of arrogance, it was also laced with something else. “Tch. Thanks. I named her myself.”

You laughed lightly, “How old is she?”

“Turning nine soon,” he answered, giving her a pat. “She’s the mother of a black stallion.”

Your eyes twinkled in awe, fists clenched in front of you as you beamed up at him. “She’s a mother?!”

Sae raised a brow, leaning back slightly. “You’re standing too close.”

“A-Ah, my apologies, Your Highness,” You stuttered, retreating several steps just in case. “I… I seem to have forgotten my place,”

“No, it’s quite alr—” He started, lifting a hand as if to stop you from backing away, but was interrupted by one of the pesky servants from Rin’s wing of the palace. “...”

“I-I apologize for interrupting y-your conversation, Your Imperial Highness,” She panted, bowing low, “But The Second Prince has requested his fiancée’s presence for a private audience.”

Sae clicked his tongue in annoyance, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he mounted Celestia. “I guess it cannot be helped. Fine, whatever.”

Your heart sank slightly, a wave of disappointment looming over your ethereal features. Your pretty eyes downcast and fists clenched lightly by your sides. You had hoped to stay just a little longer, either with the man you had mistaken for your fiancé or perhaps with the beautiful horse. You weren’t sure which had captured your fascination more.

You thought that, perhaps, if Rin was not unlike his brother, then marrying him probably wouldn’t be so bad.

Still, with a deep breath, you held onto your skirt and followed the maid. But just before you left, you glanced back over your shoulder at the First Prince with a smile so pretty it could coax the sun out of the sky and make even the stars envious.

“See you around, Your Highness!” You called out, waving your arm before turning around to trail after the servant woman.

Sae stood frozen for a heartbeat, his thoughts clouded by the ghost of that smile. Something stirred in his chest, something unfamiliar and probably unwelcome. He huffed quietly, silking his hand through his hair before muttering under his breath.

“Yeah… see you.”

Your heart raced as you stood before the polished double doors of Rin’s chamber. You swallowed hard in an attempt to calm your nerves. Your breaths came in shallow, like there was some sort of invisible weight pressed against your chest.

Your hand hesitantly hovered mere inches from the door. You hadn’t even met the man and yet the tension was thicker than when you had personally greeted the crown prince.

The maid beside you fidgeted, clearly just as anxious. She stammered softly, “My lady… j-just knock and wait for his word. I-I’ll take my leave now.”

You nodded, watching her scurry away so quickly as if she couldn’t wait to be out of the prince’s domain. You blinked in thought— if the servants in this wing were this jumpy around him, it didn’t bode well.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your trembling fingers. After whispering a few reassurances to yourself, you finally raised your knuckles and knocked gently on the door.

No answer.

A few more seconds passed before you tried again, but this time you heard a deep, irritated voice call out.

“Enter.”

You gulped and planted your hands on the heavy door, pushing it open. The moment you stepped in, you held in your breath. The interior was extravagant beyond words– a room fit for royalty, as expected.

Your enlarged eyes scanned the deluxe chamber, mouth unintentionally falling agape at all it held. But the awe immediately vanished as your gaze landed on Rin. The prince stood by a grand archtop window with his back to you, gazing down at the Aquaria Royal Gardens— which, to compare in size, were bigger than your whole village fit together.

He turned at the sound of your entrance, his sharp eyes immediately narrowing with a look of disdain. His voice was flat, yet annoyed. “Quit ogling and close the door behind you.”

It was an order, and you felt your body immediately move on its own. Your hands fumbled as you quickly shut the door, unable to keep the heat of embarrassment from rising to your cheeks. You lowered your gaze, focusing on the rosa aurora marble floor beneath you.

Rin’s eyes raked over you, his foot tapping on the floor impatiently. His eyes were just as icy as his brother’s, but where Sae had a certain aloofness, Rin’s coldness felt like a blade to the throat. He eventually crossed his arms over his chest and looked at you condescendingly, “No proper greeting?”

Your mind scrambled. “Ah..!” Your fingers gripped onto the fabric of your dress tightly as you bowed stiffly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y-Your Imperial Highness,”

He let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing a hand over his face as if the very sight of you was an inconvenience. “Horrible posture,” he muttered. “Your etiquette needs a lot of work.”

Your heart sank further, and humiliation washed over your whole face. You straightened up and pursed your lips together tightly, the words sticking to your throat like superglue, afraid that whatever you’d say next would only make matters worse.

He remained quiet and turned around, walking to the large seating area in the corner of his chamber. You hesitantly followed after him, taking a seat right beside him on the burgundy plush.

He eyed you sideways, clearly displeased. “...Really?”

“Um…” You shuffled your feet awkwardly, the fabric swishing against your ankles. “Sitting in front of you would be presumptuous of me… How dare I make eye contact with someone as great as you, given my position?”

He rolled his eyes at your words. “How audacious.”

“Oh— Your Highness, you’ve got an eyelash on your cheek,” You started, instinctively reaching out to brush it away. But before your fingers could make contact, his hand snapped out, roughly swatting yours away.

“Don’t fucking touch me, commoner scum.” He hissed.

You immediately withdrew, rubbing your stinging hand gently. You bit your bottom lip to keep quiet. “I apol—”

“Go sit in front.”

You obeyed without question, your body moving on autopilot as you rose from the sofa, taking a seat across from him. If you hadn’t the guts to defy your parents, what made you think you could defy a prince? You didn’t even have the strength to be angry; you were too preoccupied with trying to hold yourself together under his oppressive gaze.

What followed was more of an interrogation than a conversation.

“Can you read?”

“No.”

“Write?”

“No.”

“Table manners?”

“I eat with my hands.”

“... Can you do anything at all?”

Your fingers twisted nervously in your lap as you swallowed thickly, embarrassment creeping up your neck. “I can make really good vegetable soup...”

“...”

The silence stretched out, and you could feel your self-worth slowly becoming nonexistent. After a moment, he stood with a sigh, making you flinch.

You averted your gaze to the window and you tapped your foot anxiously against the floor. You realized you were swallowing thick lumps of nothing more than usual. All his questions were glazed with layers of dripping haughtiness and it hurt when you realized how useless and worthless you were as you answered each one.

“No, this is good,” He assured, almost to himself, as he began unbuttoning his white shirt. You looked up at him, confused.

“Good?” You repeated softly.

Rin approached you with his shirt halfway undone. He stopped just in front of you, leaning down with an expression so intimidating it sent shivers sprinting down your spine. “Do you know why I chose someone as lowly and pathetic as you, peasant?”

You rubbed your clammy palms together and paused. “I think I might have an idea,” You whispered.

“Oh? Continue.”

“You want to win the public’s favour, perhaps?” you guessed carefully, “because it shows a connection to those of lower status…”

He raised a brow, “Hm. You’re smarter than you look.” He admitted.

But his next words made your blood run cold. His hands found your shoulders, his fingers gripping onto them with not much force as he leaned closer. Your gaze ashamedly darted down to his peeking sculpted chest before flicking up to his eyes.

“After I’ve become emperor instead of that shitty brother,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, “you will bear my child. Then, I’ll find a way to get rid of you.”

Your whole body was trembling as soon as his hands left your shoulders. You could feel your teeth clattering slightly as you stared at the floor, unable to speak. You tilted your head up and watched as he slowly slid off an oval-cut sapphire ring, rimmed with shimmering stones of diamond, from his finger.

“Give me your hand,” He ordered impatiently.

You nodded immediately, extending your hand in front of him with starry eyes. Without a word, he slipped the opulent band onto your ring finger, careful not to make contact with your skin. You pulled away and admired the accessory— you’d be set for a thousand lives if you sold this heavy thing.

“Thank you…” You smiled softly.

“This ring is a royal heirloom, along with one other,” He warned, pointing to the Crest engraved in the gemstone. “Do. Not. Lose. It.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared at the ring, nodding quickly, “Yes… I won’t.”

“Good. Now go. The maids will show you to your chambers. Be ready for your etiquette lessons tomorrow.”

You rose from the sofa shakily, bowing once more. The difference between this man and the one you’d met earlier was staggering, and you already had a not so vague idea on who you preferred.

“Then I shall see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Your Imperial Highness.”

Your eyelids felt heavy as you tried to open them. You blinked once, twice, three times– your vision blurred with remnants of sleep before gradually sharpening into clarity. But what you saw around you was anything but familiar.

Gone were the days of waking up to dusty cobwebs and the cracks and crevices of a wrecked ceiling that you had grown used to. Instead, your eyes met a vast, polished quartz ceiling, glistening in the morning light. Above you was a fancy chandelier, its long golden-framed vines dripping with crystals, and glass trickled down from the hooks.

You shifted beneath your plush cover and froze for a second, because this soft sensation was just as unfamiliar. No more prickly stacks of straw or thin, rough blankets. No, today, you had woken up in luxury.

As you sat up, memories of yesterday flooded your mind. Oh, right. You were absolutely shocked when you were first led to your room. You could say you were floored by its elegance– far larger and more lavish than any room you had imagined you’d get. Though it still paled in comparison to Rin’s personal quarters, it was hard to grasp that this space was your room.

You remembered indulging yourself in a little tour last night, exploring it in awe. There was a massive walk-in closet, filled to the brim with fine dresses and gowns of rich silks and satins. Accessories like cocktail hats, jewel-studded heels, and purses of gorgeous colours, all of which you couldn’t wait to try, filled the shelves.

The grandest thing you had ever owned prior to this was a ring made of a flower’s stem.

But as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you felt a shiver run up your spine. Your heart jumped as you realized someone was in the room, and you let out a small squeak, instinctively clutching the covers.

“So you’ve finally woken up, my lady,” came a gentle, slightly amused voice.

You blinked rapidly, your gaze locking onto a pair of soft amethyst eyes. The young woman standing beside you had ginger hair that fell to her shoulders in soft curls, her pale cheeks peppered with specks of pretty freckles.

“W-Who are you…?” You asked carefully.

The woman set a pair of fluffy cotton slippers on the floor beside your bed, then gave you a small curtsy. “Eleanor, my lady. I am your lady-in-waiting.”

You slid your feet into the slippers, still feeling a little dazed. Eleanor busied herself with smoothing the bed linens as though it were the most natural thing in the world. “Meaning..?” you echoed, sitting up straighter.

She chuckled lightly. “Meaning I’ll attend to your personal needs and assist you with your duties to make sure you are well taken care of.” She gave you a smile, “You’re new to all this, aren’t you?”

You looked down at the marble bashfully, nodding your head, and admitted softly, “Yes…”

“Haha, that’s quite alright. But let’s not waste anymore time! We have to get you ready for today!”

“... Huh?”

You were absolutely pampered.

The question constantly lingered— what had you done to deserve this? Probably nothing but you were thankful that you went in the stead of your older sister.

Just a short while ago, you had been treated to the greatest bath of your life, courtesy of Eleanor. She had insisted it was part of her duty as your lady-in-waiting, but it seriously felt like a ritual reserved for queens. She skillfully massaged your muscles and rubbed your scalp with rosewater serenade. And when her hands worked authentic vanilla lather across your skin, you smelled like a warm, freshly baked biscuit. An upgrade from your baths in the river.

Currently, you were seated on a leathered stool as Eleanor combed through your hair with care. The reflection in the mirror in front could leave you gushing over yourself for hours. Your gown was a waterfall of midnight blue silk with intricate silver embroidery. Your waist was still uncomfortable from the pressure of the tight corset, but the result was definitely worth it.

A delicate web of pearls hung from around your neck, cool against your collarbone. You absentmindedly toyed with the silver tassel earrings as Eleanor finished adding the final sprinkle of silver glitter to your styled hair.

“You look absolutely breathtaking, my lady!” She exclaimed as she clapped her hands together to dust off the excess shimmer.

You smiled admiringly, turning your head left and right. “Thank you, Eleanor. I never thought I could look like this...”

You stood from the stool, walking towards the door before her voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Wait, my lady!”

You turned, watching as she carefully presented a delicate box etched with faint leaf patterns. Nestled inside were a pristine pair of white fine lace gloves that were long enough to elegantly reach the elbows.

“His Imperial Highness the Second Prince has ordered that you must wear these whenever you are with him,” She said quietly.

“Ah. Thanks.”

You understood. It was slightly disappointing that your fiancé would go to such lengths to avoid touching you. Was the prospect of touching you truly that distasteful to him? But you shrugged off the thought and removed your heirloom ring before sliding the gloves on. You put back the ring on top. It wasn’t everyday you got to wear something this refined. Perhaps it would be everyday from now on…

But then, the memory of Rin’s chilling words echoed through your mind. “Then, I’ll find a way to get rid of you.”

Your heart clenched and you shook your head. As long as you did as commanded, you were sure you’d be fine.

“Let’s go, Eleanor.”

Your body tensed under the penetrating gazes of the countless servants. Their stares followed you as you walked down the Main Hall of the right wing, heading towards the heart of the palace.

They weren’t even trying to hide their gossip. Why would they? Servants here were no ordinary peasants, they were people of the lowest class of nobility. Sons and daughters of Earls, Counts, Barons.

“His Highness must be smitten,” one maid said, “Just look at her dress!”

“Isn’t she from the slums?”

“And she wears the Royal Heirloom on her finger!”

“So, the rumours were true, then?”

“I heard she thought she'd be marrying the Crown Prince.”

“Pftt, That’s embarrassing.”

The hushed whispers suddenly quieted down to zero, and you assumed it was probably Eleanor’s doing because you could literally feel her piercing gaze though she was trailing respectfully behind you.

“It’s alright, Eleanor, leave them al—”

The words died in your throat the moment you caught sight of him– the man you first encountered when you arrived at the palace. He was exiting the Council Hall, deep in conversation with what looked like an advisor or high-ranking official. Your heart skipped a beat as you instinctively lifted the hem of your dress and rushed towards him.

“Your Highness!” you called out, your voice chirpier than you had intended.

He turned at the sound of your familiar voice, his eyes widening just slightly in surprise. For a fleeting moment, it seemed you had embodied the grace of a princess… had your heel not caught beneath you. You stumbled, eyes squeezing shut as you braced yourself for the fall. But instead of tasting the cold, hard floor, a pair of strong hands caught you, steadying you by your waist.

“Careful,” he warned softly, his hands lingering for just a moment before falling back to his sides. “You’re not used to heels.”

You laughed awkwardly, but you could not hide the disappointment that washed over your expression as his hands left you. “No, it’s my first time.”

He paused. His eyes stayed on you for a moment longer than they should, taking in the way your dress perfectly complimented your figure. But he realized this, and his gaze quickly shifted to the golden deer emblem mounted on the wall.

“You… look different,” He continued, rubbing the back of his neck.

The hall suddenly felt hot, or maybe it was just the heat radiating from your face. You dipped your head, fiddling with your clad fingers. “Oh, do I…?” you sputtered softly, but you silently cursed yourself for replying in such an awkward manner. Of course you looked different!

“Ahem,” Eleanor chimed in, coughing into her fist dramatically. “Not to interrupt, but I hear some alarming footsteps…”

“If you slack off one more fucking time, I’ll display your decapitated head on a pike to serve as an example for your pathetic kind!” a voice yelled from behind.

Rin stepped out the Council Hall, his face an angry scowl as he finished lashing at the minister who scurried away like a frightened animal. His eyes then flickered towards you and his older brother, and his expression soured further.

He turned to look at your lady-in-waiting, speaking sternly. “I thought I told you to bring her to my study,”

“We were on our way, Your Imperial Highness,” Eleanor responded politely, bowing her head.

“Incompetent.”

Rin’s attention shifted to you, noticing the lacey white covering up to your elbows. Without warning, he inched forward and closed the distance between you, his hand snaking around your waist. You tensed as his not unwelcome grip pulled you closer, your palm instinctively flying up to settle on his chest. You looked up at him gently, hesitantly, but his eyes weren’t on you– they were locked on his older brother.

He eyed his brother suspiciously, “What are you still doing here?” He asked. “Shouldn’t you be preparing for your trip to Berlina?”

“Berlina…?” You repeated in confusion.

“The Kingdom of Sorcery and Magic,” Eleanor quickly whispered into your ear, leaning in with her palm covering her mouth.

Sae’s expression remained indifferent, clearly unbothered. “Shouldn’t you be focusing on more important matters right now?” He let his eyes wander lazily towards your hand on Rin’s chest before he smirked. “Like… sharpening your embarrassingly inadequate swordsmanship skills?”

Rin’s face contorted in anger and his neck flushed a deep red. His grip on your shoulder tightened just enough to make you wince. “You bastard… You’ll regret this.” He seethed through clenched teeth.

The Second Prince glanced back at Eleanor in disgust, “You’re dismissed.”

He looked back at you, noticing your extravagant dress, before furrowing his brows. “The dress you’re wearing is too fancy for a day with no important occasion.”

You glanced down at your blue gown and shrugged. “Eleanor chose it for me,”

“Who?”

“—I personally think it suits her just right.” Sae broke in suddenly, wearing a smirk on his face as though he found pleasure in annoying his younger brother.

Rin narrowed his eyes at him. “Who asked for your opinion? And what were you two talking about, anyway?”

The Crown Prince hummed, leaning against the wall behind him. “Let’s see. Well, I told her she looked different, and helped her up when she tripped on her heels.”

“Tch.”

“But be careful,” Sae’s lips twitched into a small grin, his gaze drifting to meet your eyes. “keep your eyes on this beauty else I might steal her from you. Isn’t that right, my lady?”

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“Your Highness, even if you joke around like that, I don’t think my heart can take it–” you whispered, and Sae chuckled lightly, though Rin quickly pulled you behind him.

“That’s enough, stay away from her.” He glared, barely affecting Sae. “Your little jokes aren’t funny.”

“Who said I was joking?” The eldest quipped nonchalantly, and Rin just rolled his eyes.

“Let’s go.” He exasperated, holding onto your wrist and dragging you alongside him.

As his hand guided you away, you looked over your shoulder, searching for a familiar pair of tourmaline eyes. Ones identical to those of your fiancé’s. But instead, all you saw was a broad back and auburn hair shifting as he walked away in the opposite direction.

Rin slammed his fist against the hardwood of his desk. That interaction seemed to have spilled gasoline to the blue flames in his eyes, which were already burning with rage. “That bastard thinks he can keep playing games with me!”

You remained still, hands folded patiently over your abdomen. The last thing you wanted to do was provoke him further.

After a tense silence, Rin let out a sigh and collapsed into the plush seat behind his desk. “It’s alright,” he began, his voice softening just slightly. His gaze locked onto you in a way that made blood rush quicker through your veins. “You’re my ticket to becoming the emperor—” He leaned forward. “I need you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at those words, but you knew not to expect much. Still, you mustered a sweet smile. “I’ll do my best, Your Highness. You were mentioning today’s schedule…?”

He leaned back, propping his arm on the armrest. “Right. My father is holding our engagement ball next week. Every noble house will be there to congratulate us. In the week leading up to it, you will perfect your manners and court etiquette. Understood?”

You gulped hard as a huge bag of responsibility was suddenly thrown onto your back. A week? To not work on, but perfect everything?

“...Understood.”

—

“... After you master public speaking skills,” Rin went on, “you’ll focus on formal dining etiquette. I don’t want you embarrassing me by eating with your hands. Then, you’ll have dancing lessons and study Royal Dress standards. You also need to be familiar with Aquaria’s history, diplomacy, and customs– especially royal protocols and responsibilities, and….”

His voice continued on, listing task after task. Your head was spinning, and you thought you were going to faint and collapse to the ground. This wasn’t the fairytale you’d imagined. You signed up for the fun part of being a princess— the ballgowns and the makeup, and maybe kissing the prince. This was a chore, the kind that made growing carrots and potatoes seem like heaven in comparison.

“By the end of this week, I expect you to be flawless. I’ve brought in the best tutors for reading, writing, and everything else– all that easy stuff. Do not disappoint me.”

You nodded automatically, but not before adding an innocent thought that had slipped into your mind, in a slightly sarcastic manner. “Have you perfected your swordplay, though?”

Now the temperature in the room seemed to drop down to zero as he bore his narrowed eyes at you. You felt a cold shiver run up all your bones, and your knees weakened. “You think you’re funny don’t you? Do you really want to play this game with me?”

Your bravado crumbled. “N-No…”

“Then get some rest,” he ordered. “Your training starts this afternoon.”

You nodded and quietly turned to leave the study.

Six long days had passed by since your lessons began. Six mentally and physically exhausting days.

Your dance instructor was a strict middle aged lady with sharp eyes and an even sharper tongue, who worked you till your feet were bruised. She made you balance books and vases on top of your head as you marched back and forth, her shrill voice cutting you off whenever your posture was horrible, or when you mixed up the steps for a dance made for another song. Although you loathed her guts, you couldn’t deny the significant improvement of your poise.

The dinner etiquette lessons, however, offered a time-out from that hag. Yes, you learned the basics of formal dining– how to keep your elbows off the table, chew with your mouth closed, use the silver utensils correctly, and pat your lips clean with the patterned napkins. But, the best part, or reward, was tasting the delicacies they served. Truffles, lobster coated with butter, and tender lamb chops. And then there were the fancy desserts– macarons pumped with ganache filling, puff pastry, tartelette au citron, éclair au chocolat, and more.

All of which you had never dreamt of tasting in your life, you who had never tasted anything more luxurious than a loaf of bread.

You also learned how to read and write, not for the reasons you preferred, but good nonetheless. You had found a particular fondness for the history lessons, which were not tedious at all. You were focused at all times much to your mentor’s surprise. Learning about the Royal family’s reign— how they had ruled over neighboring lands for centuries, managing resources, trade, and finance— fascinated you.

But your ears always managed to tune in and pick up the subtle gossip rotating among the maids and servants in the halls and libraries, so you had learned a few things.

The two princes were locked in a one-sided rivalry. One was fighting crystal and pickaxe for the crown, while the true heir showed little interest in the throne he was destined to inherit.

Sae, the eldest, wasn’t just entitled to the crown by birthright. He excelled at everything– swordplay, defense, archery, and horseback riding for royal ceremonies or simple trips to cities. His skills were polished to literal perfection. Rin, on the other hand, was skilled, but not extraordinary. He always lived in the shadow of his brother.

Yet Rin’s desire to become emperor wasn’t merely a wish— it was a burning, desperate need, an ambition to prove himself worthy. To finally win against Sae.

Killing his brother, of course, was out of the question— such an act would be treason. Besides, Rin didn’t just want him gone; he wanted Sae to see the moment when he ascended the throne, to admit defeat, to acknowledge that Rin had bested him.

Rin believed that the key to winning favour with their father—the current emperor—and the people was to flaunt his achievements, which, to remention, were not as good as Sae’s. But his sharp tongue and cold demeanor made it difficult for him to win many hearts. Sae learned to place a mask behind his foul words, whereas Rin still struggled to.

And that’s where you came into the picture.

You weren’t just his fiancée; you were part of his strategy. He’ll show you off before the court and the public, showcasing to the world how he transformed a mere commoner, a peasant, into someone of worth.

You came from a disgusting, needy village, yet now you stood in royal fits. To Rin, you were a symbol showing his ability to elevate those beneath him. A tool to gain the favour of the people. You could read and write now, you were beautiful, and in the eyes of the kingdom, you had the potential to become the empress one day— if, of course, Rin managed to seize the crown from his brother.

—

It was late at night, and the moon’s natural light filtered through your curtains. You moved to your huge window and brushed aside the rosegold-embroidered fabric as you peered down at the Royal Gardens. The view was similar to that of Rin’s, since your chambers were three spare rooms away from each other.

You were exhausted, but you always had time to admire the water spilling down elegantly from the angel sculptures’ stone lips, or the beautiful shrubs clipped into topiaries.

But all the exhaustion you felt moments ago suddenly vanished when your eyes caught sight of someone unexpected.

It was the Crown Prince. You had seen Sae around the palace during these tiring six days, and you’ve engaged in many small talks with him without Rin’s knowledge. Conversations flew naturally with him, he asked you about your life before the engagement, and though you were initially hesitant, you found yourself speaking openly with him. There was a strange ease to Sae that, oddly enough, only you seemed to feel.

You stared at him a bit too long, your gaze almost boring a hole into him, and he sensed it.

Pivoting on his heel, he made direct eye contact with you from below. A soft gasp escaped your lips, and you hurriedly pulled the curtain closed. But he could still see your silhouette, and when you peeked your head out slightly from the curtain, you could’ve sworn you’d seen him chuckle.

With a quick gesture of his hand, he beckoned you down to the gardens. Your pretty eyes widened, but you found yourself nodding eagerly with no hesitation. How could you refuse?

—

Panting softly between giggles, you rested your hands on your knees.

“I can’t believe you ran to meet me in your… nightgown,” Sae remarked, his lips curving into a subtle smirk.

You straightened and boldly stepped closer until you were only centimeters away from him. Your eyes twinkled in the moonlight, and you shone a smile brighter than la lune.

Sae’s breath caught in his throat as your face came full view and he felt his body still. You were Rin’s fiancée– he shouldn't be looking at you like this. But the glow of moonlight was making it hard…

“... You’re beautiful,” the words slipped out naturally.

Heat flooded the sweet curves of your cheeks at the way he said it so casually, so suddenly. Your gaze dropped to the freshly cut grass, your fingers nervously tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Thank you,” you muttered quietly, your voice barely above a hush.

Silence followed. But comfortable, nonetheless. Then, you noticed his hand, palm up and waiting in front of you. You blinked up at him in confusion.

“I am aware that I am in no position to do this, but…” He paused, “May I have this dance?”

Your eyebrows shot up comically in surprise, glistening doe eyes widening for the hundredth time tonight. Your heart was thumping so fast you thought it might burst from your chest, and you feared he might hear it.

It was risky, you knew that. If Rin were awake, he might have been watching from his window– his chambers were so close to yours. You knew how much he enjoyed looking from his window from the time you’ve spent together in the past week. But, he had dismissed you earlier to rest and this moment alone with Sae was tempting.

Hesitantly, your hand hovered over his before relaxing and letting it fall in his grasp. You met his gaze, and you shyly whispered,

“I know we’re not supposed to be doing this… but I want to.” Your fingers intertwined with his, and you smiled softly. “May I have this honour, Your Imperial Highness the Crown Prince?”

Sae glanced down at your hand weaved between his fingers. His brows furrowed in a frown, and a wave of panic washed over you. You literally felt your heart leap out of your chest. Had you overstepped your boundaries?

“I was only kidd—”

But instead of pulling away, he gently hooked his finger under the wristband of your glove, sliding it off your hand. You felt warmth bloom across your cheeks as he slowly removed the other glove too, making sure to leave his touch lingering on your bare skin.

“You don’t need to wear these ridiculous gloves to bed,” he said, “It’s unnecessary.”

Your cœur fluttered. “I… I just forgot,” you mumbled, embarrassed.

He rolled his eyes, but his lips quirked into a smile as he clasped your now bare hand, while the other found its place on your waist. The fabric of your silk nightgown was thin, and his touch felt intimate, direct, and you could feel his fingertips pressing lightly against your skin.

He led you in a slow dance gracefully under the protective gaze of the serene moon, delicately spinning you before your arms naturally draped around his neck. His hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you closer. He looked so good, he smelled so good, his touch so gentle. You wanted him.

“Do you like these gardens?” He asked suddenly, giving you another twirl.

You nodded, lacing your fingers in his. “I do. It’s quiet. The palace can be… overwhelming.”

Sae raised a brow, “Overwhelming, huh? For someone like you, I suppose it would be.”

The words stung slightly, but there was no malice in his voice. You dared to meet the eyes you came to adore, “And you? Why are you here, Your Highness?”

He paused, then turned slightly. “I’m avoiding another council meeting. You’d be surprised how tedious it can be listening to old men argue for hours on end.”

You laughed softly, and for a brief moment, his eyes softened. He pointed toward a part of the garden in the distance. “Come with me,” he said simply.

You followed, trembling as the Crown Prince led you with his fingers gently wrapped around your wrist. When you came to a stop, your breath caught in awe. Before you were roses of every shade– deep crimson, soft peach, porcelain white, and candy pink.

“They’re gorgeous,” you gasped.

“Right.” Sae bent down and plucked a single red rose from the bush, turning to you with a small, rare smile. “The red ones are my favorite,” he murmured, carefully tucking the rose into your hair.

You smiled sheepishly, gently patting the rose he’d placed. “They remind me of strawberry ja—”

“They remind me of blood,” he interrupted with a casual voice.

You blinked, startled by his answer. “R-Right.”

He chuckled softly, rubbing the area around his neck. “I can see why Rin chose you.”

You looked at him for a few seconds before quickly shaking your head. “He didn’t choose me, he just wanted any girl from our clan. My older sister was supposed to go, but I went in her stead. Besides, I’m nothing special… just convenient.”

“Convenient?” His gaze darkened slightly before his hand came up to rest on your chin. “...Don’t sell yourself short. You’re more than that.”

Your head quickly tilted down and you began to fiddle with your fingers, then with the simple lace adorning your neck. “Your Highness– stop saying things that make my heart, I don’t know, hurt?”

“Oh?” He placed his hands gently on your cheeks and you looked up at him lovingly. “That isn’t good for Rin, is it?”

You shook your head, “No, it isn’t. But he doesn’t make me feel this way.” You boldly placed your palms on his shoulders and stood on your tippy toes, and as soon as he leaned down slightly in approval, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

He tapped his forehead against yours and smiled. His heart was beating a bit quicker, and he found it dangerous. “Well, I’m afraid I must leave now.” He drawled.

Your heart sank a little, your ethereal eyes flicking down. You nodded slowly, “Thank you for your time, Your Highness.”

He looked down at you, his expression softening. Slowly, he lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a chaste kiss to your skin. “It was a pleasure, my lady.”

If he couldn’t hear your heart thundering in your chest one thousand miles per hour moments ago, then he sure could now. As he disappeared, you placed your hand over your chest, rubbing over the spot where he’d kissed.

It seemed like Sae had yet again bested Rin in a game neither had realized they were playing.

Tonight was your engagement ball, the grand celebration that would officially announce your impending marriage to Rin.

You were both in his chamber, dressed fully in fancy outfits. He wore an elegant white attire adorned with the brooch of Aquaria and a navy blue sash draped across his chest. You wore a pitch black gown embroidered with gold, matching gloves, and heavy golden jewelry that Rin had exclusively bought for you.

The party had already begun downstairs, the grand ballroom filled with the most important guests from across the empire. But the grand entrance of the soon-to-be bride and groom had to wait for the Emperor’s speech, set to occur an hour after the festivities commenced.

“It’s a lunar eclipse,” you mused admiringly, leaning against the window. The moon, bloody red from the umbra, hung in the night sky ominously. “I’ve read about the phenomenon in the Royal Library. The stars look so close… they look like they could fall right into our hands.”

Rin rolled his eyes and walked closer to you, resting his hand on your further shoulder. He stared out the window in boredom. “How poetic,” he muttered sarcastically. “Even the moon is congratulating us tonight.”

You turned your gaze from the sky to him, your hand gently smoothing out a small wrinkle on his sash. “It’s time, isn’t it? We should head to the Ballroom.”

He grumbled in response, pushing your hand aside as if your touch was unnecessary.

The intricate grandfather clock suddenly chimed loudly. Midnight had arrived.

Tick.

“In the Twilight of the Eclipsing Red Moon…”

Tick.

“When Stars Align and Shadows Loom…”

Tick.

A strange voice seemed to rise from nowhere. You flinched visibly, a shiver creeping up your spine as the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You quickly found Rin’s hand and grasped it tightly.

“D-Did you hear that?” You shuddered, voice trembling.

He raised an eyebrow. “Hear what? You’re imagining things.”

You shook your head, swallowing hard. “No… I swear, I heard something– like a voice. It was…”

He scoffed, shaking his head dismissively. “It’s just the clock ticking. Don’t start getting all nervous on me now.” His grip tightened around your hand, but you doubted it was for your comfort. “You’re going to be on your best performance for me, Got it?”

You hesitantly nodded, your gaze lingering on the moon for a few more seconds. The red, eerie glow still haunted your thoughts. You reluctantly turned away, looping your arm through Rin’s to exit the chamber and enter the grandeur.

“Yes…”

“And I want to thank you all once more for attending tonight’s ball,” The Emperor’s proclamation boomed from behind the closed doors. The attention of every soul present was on him. “I would now like to announce the formal entry of The Second Prince of Aquaria, and his fiancée, a soon-to-be princess, Y/N!”

The large doors, decorated with orchids and bloody red roses, parted dramatically to reveal you and Rin hand in hand. The Royal Guards on each side immediately stiffened and raised gloved hands to their head in salute.

The aristocrats hushed immediately and their eyes followed as you both stepped onto the red carpet, descending the grand staircase and heading towards the two thrones.

You halted just below the steps of the thrones, immediately lowering your head in a bow of respect alongside Rin.

“Greetings, Your Imperial Majesties,” you murmured, lifting your head as you learned to.

“... Thank you, Father, Mother,” Rin’s voice followed formally.

Your gaze shifted towards the Empress. You particularly loved her as her lovely crimson hair always seemed to remind you of Sae. Oh, speaking of the Crown Prince, where was he? You hadn’t caught a glimpse of him yet.

You turned your head, eyes subtly scanning the room in search of a distinct redhead. And in the corner of your eye, you found him leaning casually against a balcony pillar, arms folded over his chest and eyes closed.

Your gaze softened at the sight of him before refocusing on the mob of aristocratic ladies and noblemen that had rushed to circle your betrothed as soon as the Imperial Greetings were over. They approached and offered smiles under snobby and vexing expressions, backhanded compliments under the guise of praise.

“Such a refreshing choice, Your Imperial Highness!” A brunette lady gibed, fanning herself with an elegant fan as she slyly smirked, “You’ve truly outdone us all in… originality.”

A Lord chuckled beside her, his laugh insufferably pompous. “I must say, Your Highness, I certainly admire you embracing such humble roots! A prince of the people! Ho ho ho!”

“I’m glad we have such a reliable prince who values all his subjects equally!”

“It is odd that His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince hasn’t found a lady yet.” One brought up.

An Earl added, “That’s true. He’s supposed to step up to the throne sooner or later. He needs an heir once he becomes Emperor.”

You squeezed Rin’s hand discreetly as he bit his lip in frustration at the mention of his brother. He needed to restrain himself at least this one time.

“I appreciate your sentiments–” he began, but faltered for a split second. “No I fucking don—” You squeezed his hand again, giving him a gentle nudge, and he cleared his throat. “Your support is reassuring,” he finished with a strained smile.

As your fiancé continued chatting with the backhanded nobles, your attention kept drifting towards Sae, stealing quick glances every now and then. He had begun conversing with a group of higher officials and ministers, likely discussing Berlina, The Kingdom of Sorcery and Magic that he had frequented many times to strengthen the Empire’s growing alliances.

Loud enchanting music began to play from the orchestra and many already established couples began to dance in the center. Expensive and rare gifts began to pile at your feet, congratulatory offerings from various guests. Rin accepted them indifferently and reluctantly offered his thanks with as much enthusiasm as the stone sculptures that lined the ballroom.

“This jewel was found in the Ancient land of Topion and is thought to bring good fortune!”

“This exotic bird from Elakis produces gold everytime it sings!”

“This sword is forged by a legendary ghost smith whose body lives in the volcanic depths of Loo!”

You froze when Sae stepped forward as the next gifter, and it seemed like the entire room was also holding its breath. He approached, your widened eyes drifting down to the elegant box in his hand. He opened it, revealing an intricate necklace with shimmering, round pearls.

“An authentic pearl necklace crafted by the Merman Emperor of Eau.” Sae presented with his usual calm demeanor, making it hard to believe that he had spent days negotiating with the merman to create a necklace exclusively suitable for you.

Your mouth parted in surprise, and the words tumbled out. “Oh– thank you! It’s… beautiful.”

Rin rolled his eyes, gently fisting your hair and lifting it to expose your neck. “You didn’t have to do that,” He hissed through gritted teeth, looking at Sae with teal eyes that crinkled in hate.

Sae met his brother’s glare with a simple hum, fastening the beaded necklace around your neck. You bit your lip tightly as his touch lingered on your skin, looking down at the pearls that beautifully settled against your collarbone. “That would be disrespectful to you both, I’m afraid,” He said. “Even Our Father, the Emperor, has offered her pleasantries.”

Rin clicked his tongue and looked back at you, wrapping his arm possessively around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, catching you by surprise. The Crown Prince narrowed his eyes at the gesture.

“Come on, darling,” Rin emphasized as he spat out the term of endearment, though he internally cringed and wanted the ballroom to rupture and swallow him whole. The pet name left a bitter taste at the tip of his tongue. “It’s time for our dance.”

You nodded, your lips parting to speak, but, “Of course, Your High—”

“The Great’s Fate is Sealed in the Veil of Night…”

That haunting voice again. Your ears were ringing. You quickly squeezed your eyes shut and froze in your tracks.

“...By the Hand of One from Mystic Light.”

“I-It’s the voice again!” You whimpered, hands flying to your ears in a desperate attempt to block out the sound. “I hear it!”

Rin scoffed loudly, glancing left and right at the guests who were exchanging confused looks. Sae, on the other hand, seemed out of it, with half-closed, bleary eyes.

“Quit it, you fool!” Rin cursed in annoyance, his patience snapping. He grabbed you by your shoulders and yanked you to his chest away from their judgemental gazes.

“Voice? I don’t hear anything,” a lady whispered.

“Neither do I,” someone else chimed in.

A voice snickered, “She said ‘again’.”

“His Imperial Highness must be marrying someone with auditory hallucinations.” The words stung as they left another noble’s mouth.

Then, in an instant, the ballroom plunged into darkness as the bright chandeliers went out. The ballroom was only illuminated by the glow of a large bolt of lightning, and a thunder rattled so violently it deafened you and shook the windows. When the bulbs flickered back on, a shrill lady’s voice pierced the silent room.

“T-The Crown Prince! He’s not moving!”

All eyes shot to Sae, who lay motionless and graceful on the floor, hand on top of hand. He looked calm, as though he was merely resting.

You gasped in fear, hands flying to your mouth as you tried to stay balanced on your feet. Rin’s eyes in particular were the widest. The atmosphere in the room immediately shifted to terror as everyone noticed the ink-blue vines creeping slowly up his neck, thorn designs wrapping themselves around his throat.

“T-That’s… Alexis’ Curse!” The Emperor panicked.

You had read about it. Alexis’ Curse—an ancient legend of a wizard scorned by love. His heart had been shattered by the daughter of a shoemaker, Michelle Kaiser, who had chosen her Earl lover over him. She always refused Alexis’ advances, and the gifts he’d always present.

Enraged, Alexis had cursed the Earl, condemning him to a fate of eternal sleep unless the one he loved kissed him to break the spell. The curse wasn't one of eternal youth, however—the body continued to age, to decay, until there was nothing left but ugly bones.

But because Alexis had disposed of his inked body in his tower, the Earl had died alone, Michelle never finding him.

The curse had become a myth, that Alexis’ wrath was aimed at those of high status, warning them of the dangers of meddling with those beneath them.

But the nobles’ faces were literally drained of colour because what had once been myth was now terrifyingly real, before their very eyes.

It had been a few weeks since the disaster during your engagement party.

They had sealed Sae’s lifeless body deep in a chamber within the Main Palace’s basement. You attempted sneaking in multiple times, but you failed– the entry was heavily guarded and there was too much risk. And besides, if slipping past your lady-in-waiting wasn’t hard enough, Rin had become increasingly possessive as the possibility of being promoted to Crown Prince rose. That is if he was elected as so in the Royal Committee Meeting.

He was proud enough that he’d permit small acts of closeness– letting you remove your gloves when in his presence, even sharing his chamber. So, you would never risk waking him up while trying to sneak into the basement.

You recalled the aftermath of the disastrous ball vividly:

—

“I never knew he was so pathetic,” Rin sneered that night, running a hand through his dark hair before resting it at your throat and squeezing lightly. “Falling in love with you? A commoner? He must be out of his mind.”

He chuckled as he released you, pulling you into his chest.

“The whole Empire is so stupid. They think he fell in love with someone else. But it’s better this way.”

—

Yet despite Rin’s actions, your thoughts remained with Sae. You’d spent the weeks caring for Celestia, his white mare, as well as tending to Rin’s black stallion which he had never bothered to give a name to. You learned from the stable workers that Celestia was the mother of the charcoal horse.

Tonight, however, a once in a red moon opportunity presented itself. Your fiancé was away on royal business in Yelund, negotiating financial matters with their government in place of the Crown Prince. You took this chance, knowing it was the only one, and decided to sneak out.

You left your chamber, clutching a cage with a rat you’d found in the servants residence. You made your way through the darkened corridors until you reached the entrance of the basement. You hid yourself behind a large stone pillar and took a deep breath, tossing a small block of cheese across the room as a distraction.

The guards were alarmed by the subtle noise and quickly whipped their heads and ran towards the sound. You bit your lip in concentration— everything was going according to your plan. You quickly released the rat from its cage, watching it scurry across the concrete, and silently slipped into the Royal basement. You sighed in relief as you heard a guard's voice.

“Oh, it’s just a rat. Guards, get back into position.”

—

You slid off your heels so that your bare feet barely made a sound as they grazed the stone steps of the staircase. The basement wasn’t very illuminated if not for the dim candles that hung on the wall, and the stench was not horrible as you thought it would be. Instead, it smelled like preserved jasmine.

You were at the last step when you put your hand on the concrete wall, trying to catch your breath.

At the bottom, in the center of the relatively smaller room, stood a rectangular crystal glass box. Inside it, Sae lay perfectly still. The sight of him made your gaze soften and your heart clench as if it was put in a meat slicer. His skin was pale, but it was bolded, in contrast, by the inky blue vines tracing thorn and rose patterns across his body.

His cheeks and ears were faintly flushed by a baby pink dust, and his lips looked so soft, so gentle, so inviting. Stray strands of his red hair lay on the cushion beneath him, his long lashes resting against his cheekbones.

You were aching as you approached the enclosure. Your fingers trembled as you pressed them to the glass, your breath slightly fogging the surface. Tears blurred your vision as they began to roll down your cheeks, and you leaned down to gently caress his cheek with your bare hand, feeling the coolness of his skin.

You sniffled and your palms went to rub your glossy eyes, before you straightened up and curled your fingers on the glass in a tight grip. He looked beautiful, you thought, with roses that matched his hair colour surrounding him all over.

“Your Imperial Highn— no, Sae—” you whispered, “I… I love you, too.”

You cupped his face with quivering hands, your thumbs rubbing sweet circles on his skin as you contorted your body awkwardly to reach him. The glass was positioned high, at your waist’s level, so you had to twist your body and bend to touch him intimately.

Sae remained unmoving, yet you had hoped that somewhere deep within his slumber, he could sense your touch, or the sincerity of your unsteady voice confessing your reciprocated love.

As you leaned in to kiss him, that same sharp voice that you always hear yet again cut through your ears, and you instinctively covered them with your hands for protection.

“But From the Dust of Forgotten Lands,”

Your heart thumped faster in your chest as you tried to shake it off.

“Shall Rise a Heart with Common Hands,”

Beads of cold sweat trickled down your temple— you could never get used to the voice, no matter how many times you’d heard it.

“With Lips of Rose and Spirit Warm,”

Your hands fisted at the cotton under Sae, inhaling deeply before bending down until your face was inches away from his.

“To Bring the Order, End the Storm.”

Your lips hesitantly hovered over his mouth before you fluttered your eyes shut and pressed them against his in a kiss. Your lips together were so soft, yet they weren’t moving against each other like a mutual kiss would. They locked seamlessly in a way that felt strangely natural, as if the pair were made for each other.

Your lips lingered against his for a few seconds, and you wanted to relish the moment more, but you felt a subtle shift in Sae’s body. A faint flinch, almost imperceptible, ran through him, and the blue roses on his skin suddenly began to glow.

You pulled back before you could fully comprehend what was even happening, your lips just brushing his as you turned and sprinted towards the stairs. Fortunately, the guards on duty were in the midst of a shift exchange, so you assumed you had gone off flawlessly.

But not entirely.

A certain awakened man had caught a glimpse of your hair as it bounced during your escape.

The first light of morning stabbed your eyes, and they fluttered open abruptly as you realized Rin’s hands were on your shoulders, shaking you harshly. His face was itched in a deep scowl, his breath hot against your skin.

“What the fuck is all this about? This is what I come back to, you fucking whore?” He fumed venomously.

You blinked in confusion– your head was still fogged with sleep, after all.

“W-What..?”

—

The usual tranquility of the whole palace was broken by hurried, squeaky footsteps and frantic voices. News of the Crown Prince’s revival had spread like wildfire through the Royal Quarters: the sleeping prince had defeated the curse and had awakened after only a few mere weeks.

The servants and maids rushed through the hallways, scrambling to prepare for what would be an unexpected audience. Gossips and rumours flowed through every corridor of the palace faster than the head maid brewing herbal tea in preparation for noble guests.

And in the Royal Gardens outside, hundreds to near thousands of noblemen and noblewomen who were alerted of the Sae’s revival gathered, dressed in their finest dresses and suits.

Oh, you were so fucked.

—

“M-My lady, this isn’t good!” Eleanor cried as she ran into your room, “Hundreds of guests have arrived in the Throne room, and both princes are there too! His Imperial Majesty is now urgently awaiting your presence!”

Your hands instinctively wrapped around your abdomen, and you suddenly felt nauseous. Your body shook slightly, your teary eyes fixing themselves on the ground. You loved Sae, you really did, but doubt was gnawing at your organs. Kissing him felt right in that moment, yet you were starting to regret ever doing it.

What if he didn’t want your help? What if your peasant lips had tainted him? What if he didn’t want you?

“I… I don’t want to go,” you hiccuped, walking around your room in circles. “I’m so stupid, I should have never—”

“No, my lady,” She interrupted gently. “You must.”

You gulped and nodded hesitantly. Rin’s anger lingered in your mind like salt and pepper— his eyes were boiling over with rage, his face tinted a deep crimson red. You had never seen him like that, and now, as you stepped into the crowd gathered in the grand hall, all heads turned to look at you in a way that made you even more uncomfortable.

But the Emperor, however, did not seem angry. Weird enough, he looked elated for reasons you couldn’t yet pinpoint.

As Eleanor had said, Rin and Sae were both present, standing opposite each other like the rivals they were. Rin was struggling to contain the way he was absolutely fuming, while Sae was blatantly staring at you with no intention of hiding it. Unlike the way you usually reacted to the Crown Prince’s gaze, you felt rather nervous, flexing and unflexing your fingers.

You pinched the fabric of your simple gown and bowed low, and the thin patterns of the marble floor never seemed so interesting.

“Greetings, Your Imperial Majesty,” you addressed.

The Emperor nodded in acknowledgment, before turning his attention to Sae expectantly. “My son.”

“Yes, father.”

Before your wracked mind could process what was happening, Sae suddenly began striding toward you. Rin was a considerable distance away from you but he also furrowed his brows in confusion. A million thoughts started to run through his mind and he felt the unease creeping up his spine. Had they planned something behind his back?

Sae came to a stop in front of you, and your breath caught in your throat as you felt his arms, so muscular despite being under layers of hand-crafted clothing, loop around your waist and pull you close. Your face pressed against his chest, and your hands awkwardly hung near your sides despite being desperate to place themselves in places they’d beg to touch.

Loud gasps and surprised awes of the hundreds of uninvited, stunned guests echoed throughout the large room.

“Hey, what the heck–?” Rin suddenly snapped, biting down on his lip so hard that blood seeped out, the iron leaving a metallic taste on his tongue.

He didn’t like you, not really, but he had finally claimed something– someone that his older brother desired, and now it felt as though Sae was taking you from him.

It irritated him to no end, the way Sae’s hand gently patted your hair and the way you sheepishly smiled into his suit like an idiot– who the heck did you think you were? How could you? How fucking dare you?

And more importantly, why was the Emperor fine with this? Why was he chuckling so carelessly akin to the circus’ fool? What was going on?

But your mind was already in Saturn. You were lost in the Crown Prince’s musky scent and the oh-so-delicate taps of his fingers on your head, and when you heard that voice again, you closed your eyes knowingly and smiled for the first time in what felt like forever.

“A Crown of Old Shall Find its Grace,”

“In the Embrace of a Simple Face.”

“Y/N.” Sae’s voice broke through your thoughts and the voices of gossip in the crowd died down instantly. He tilted your chin up gently, thumbs caressing your face sweetly before his hands found their place on your cheeks.

Your eyes darted left and right nervously, avoiding his gaze. He'd never called you by your first name before. You shook those thoughts away and met his gaze. “Yes…?”

“You know,” He started, “To break the curse, the feeling of love must be mutual…”

Your cradled head nodded in his hands in embarrassment, and you felt heat creep up from your neck to your ears. “I’m aware,”

“So?”

Your eyes widened and immediately snapped down to the floor, watching your simple heels shuffling softly. You couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped past your lips, and you only hoped that no one had heard that. You looked up at him affectionately.

“I love you…” Your voice dripped like melted caramel on his tongue, so sweet.

He smiled– a real, genuine smile that no one besides you could see– and leaned down, whispering an “I love you too,” before sealing his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle, and you let out a soft sigh as your fingers curled onto the rich fabric, gripping onto his attire tightly. His lips were warm as they moved against yours, unlike the cold, unmoving lips that you had claimed a while back.

When you finally pulled away, your eyes fluttered open, dazed with bleary eyes, little hearts seemingly etched into your pupils.

The crowd erupted into cheers and gasps, and maybe a few rolls of the eyes and glares from jealous noblewomen or daughters of Lords who had hoped to have Sae all to themselves, though you barely registered anything.

Why would anything matter, when you were here, openly in his arms?

“His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince is in love with his soon-to-be sister-in-law? This is hot news!”

“The Second Prince didn’t love her anyway.”

“He didn’t? But was it really a marriage of convenience, then?”

“No way, he must have been in love. What’s there to gain from a commoner?”

“But what could a village girl like her possibly offer the Crown Prince?”

The Emperor suddenly rose from his golden throne and stepped down the carpeted stairs, standing in the center. He cleared his throat and raised his scepter high in the air.

“I, the Emperor of the Royal Empire of Aquaria, officially dissolve the engagement between Y/N and the Second Prince, and announce the engagement between her and the Crown Prince!”

Rin’s eyes twitched. His fists clenched tighter by his sides, knuckles white and nails digging deep into his palms. He felt humiliated in front of so many people, but it is said that what goes around comes around.

“Huh? But Father, she's—” Rin began, but the Emperor turned his head and shot him a threatening glare.

“Emperor’s order.” With a voice that sharp, there was no possible room for argument.

You also stood frozen, mouth hanging open in disbelief as you blinked at the Emperor in the distance. But Sae’s fingers tipped your chin back up and his lips latched onto yours in a bold, open-mouthed kiss.

“Look at me,” he murmured as he pulled back slightly to look at you, his breath warm against your skin.

Your breath hitched, your gaze locking onto his. “Your Highness… I can’t believe this is happening,” You whisper-yelled in excitement, your hands waving around uncertainly.

He gently poked your cheeks. “You’ll take my last name since you don’t have one.”

You pinched yourself to check if this was all just a dream. If it was, you didn’t want to wake up. But it was all too real. The Crown Prince was now your fiancé. You were going to be the Crown Princess, and eventually, the Empress. And you were going to take his last name because commoners do not have the privilege of family names.

And despite everything, you strangely felt no deep remorse. You had slightly opened up to and grown fond of Rin in the past few weeks– he had those moments, but with you in his brother’s arms right now, you felt something different. You felt bad, but at the same time you didn’t. It wasn’t guilt. It was more complicated, but in the end, you didn’t dwell on it. You didn’t need to.

Rin stood in his spot motionless like a fallen angel’s statue, face hidden by a brush of his dark bangs. His eyes were fixed on the floor and his hands were clutching onto his pants like if he removed them hell would break loose.

His plan had backfired on him. Initially, he had chosen you, a commoner, as his fiancée to gain favour with the people, to appeal to the majority of Aquaria’s population, who were commoners themselves. It seemed like a strategic move at the time. His father, the Emperor, was known for his peculiar love for equality and would occasionally volunteer in villages, much to his dismay. Rin had believed marrying you would show his alignment with his father’s baffling… values, and would increase his chances of becoming the next ruler.

But no. His darn prodigy of a brother had bested him once again. Sae was better at everything: swordplay, horse riding, diplomacy, even winning nobles’ hearts. And now, his brother had not only fallen in love with his fiancée, a dumb commoner from the slums that he had chosen to boost his image, but also managed to make her fall heads over heels for him as well.

If that hadn’t infuriated him enough, he despised how his father wore that sickeningly proud smile on his face as he clapped his hands together, and how the couples were cheering and twirling like morons on the floor. While he stood stiff and awkward in the corner, insides seething in mixed emotions, hearing your stupid giggles and his brother’s irritatingly sweet reassurances of a better life with him. Sae had taken everything away from him, and it felt like salt being rubbed into an open wound.

But Rin hated his older brother, and he hated you too.

So on the night of your wedding, the chambermaid in your room let out a blood-curdling shriek, her face as pale as the moonlight that shone through the window.

Cruel streaks of mulberry and plum bruises painted the delicate canvas of your neck. The once-pure white of your nightgown now blemished with spreading stains of deep cherryrose dye called blood, seeping through the fabric and into the silken sheets beneath.

A severed porcelain horse’s head lay propped beside the body with vacant eyes, and scattered across the carpet were shattered remnants of a pearl necklace.

“But Do not be Fooled, One Shall Not Bloom,”

A dagger, its handle carved from true blue sapphire, was loosely wrapped between cold, limp fingers of a lifeless corpse sprawled across a river of red.

“For This, Will Lead to One’s Gentle Doom.”

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quandledlngle69 · 5 months ago

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･ﾟ★ HOW THE BLUE!LOCK BOYS MET YOU .ᐟ PART I.

☆ CONTENT: How the Blue lock characters met you and how they act after you get into a relationship + Different aesthetics I think suit the blue lock characters and the aesthetics and looks their partner would have. ☆ GENRE/THEMES/WARNING: mentions of Bachira being bullied, kaiser being a dick like always, all readers in this fic are black women! ☆ PAIRING: Reo!Mikage, Michael!Kaiser, Itoshi!Sae, Itoshi!Rin, Meguru!Bachira x Black!femreader. ☆ W.C. 3.4K ☆ NOTE: Sorry if this is seems rushed lmfao it kinda felt like it, also i am currently attempting to write for the other characters on my page as this is going to be a two part thing, enjoy.ᐟ

Itoshi Sae – TROPICAL GODDESS – Oh Qué Será?, Willie Colón.

After a particularly heavy and busy season of his football career, Sae takes himself to the summer beaches of Puerto Rico. He scrolls on his phone, his feed mostly full of other footballers and professionally taken sightseeing views. Until he stops on your post.

You're posing on a bar stool, the photo clearly had been asked to be taken by the bartender in front of you. Your palm holding up your cheek, eyes dreamily squinted closed as if you were enjoying the warmth of the sun on your back. The orange light reflected on your dark skin, making you look as radiant as a dancing sunflower. Your crochet bikini looked hand made, and the many pieces of gold jewellery overlapping on your neck and fingers only tied the whole aesthetic you had. A bright sunshine yellow hibiscus flower was planted snuggly in the ebony waves that cascaded down your back, like a fierce lion's mane.

Your smile was so cheeky–like you were having the time of your life. It made Sae breathless. He had been approached by many women of different walks of life: actresses, models, born wealthy, generally famous, and yet the more he dissected your single post with his sharp teal eyes, the more his lungs felt squeezed. You know what made him even more breathless? The fact that he recognized the outside bar.

Because he was a few feet away from it. And you know what's even funnier?

You're sitting on the same bar stool, in the same outfit, sipping the pina colada he saw in the corner of the picture. And as you turn your head, your penetrating gaze left him frozen in his place in the hot sand.

Itoshi Sae is not one to approach anyone, let alone a beautiful woman like you.

But maybe he’ll bend his own rules, this once.

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When you and Sae finally get together, you’ll notice he never looks at anyone how he looks at you. His indifference fades, and his cold eyes soften every time you talk or gaze at him. To him, you're a goddess, and don’t be surprised when you catch him staring at you, or when you're snuggled under the covers, and the rough pads of his fingertips are ever so gentle tracing every feature on your face like he’s committing it to memory. He’ll drop everything for you, it doesn’t matter where he is. Training? An interview? A Match? In a different country? None of those factors matter when it comes to you. You're his ride or die, and he proves that everytime without fail. He travels with you every time a season ends, and every new location posted has a blurry figure in the back, or a hand on your thigh or waist. People started getting suspicious when they could recognise the bracelets in the pictures were identical to the ones Sae wore in his matches. The suspicion turned into concrete proof when you had the mistake of posting a selfie Sae took with sunglasses on.

You kinda forgot the fact you could see his whole reflection in the shades.

Reo Mikage – LAW STUDENT/ACADEMIC RIVALS – Obsessed, Mariah Carey.

From elementary to highschool, Reo had always been at the top of his class, the ‘well liked class president’. Coming home with anything less than an A was unacceptable, especially with the weight on his shoulders of inheriting his fathers company. So when he was finally accepted into a prestigious school like Harvard, he was more than giddy.

He also wasn't silly, and recognised that it would be extremely competitive. The job demand for lawyers and judges was no joke.

Yet when he was told it would be competitive, he didn’t sign up for the frustration, annoyance and jealousy bundled and wrapped just for him, all from one person. Because although he was top of his class, there was one person who he butted heads with.

You.

You, who sat in the lecture hall a few rows in front of him on the far left, you who had the most perfect side parted honey–blonde bob he’s ever seen. You, who pushes your oval glasses up every ten minutes when it slides down your nose. You, who comes to the lecture five minutes early routinely. You, who was continuously handed A pluses like it was child's play. You, who consecutively has a routine of fixing your lips after class is dismissed: Charlotte Tilbury lip liner, followed by NYX butter gloss, then clear lip gloss on top of it.

Did he learn that against his will? …no, but your very distracting–

The first real interaction was when you were both voted as tied class presidents. At the end of class, you were both called up to the front by your professor, and for the first time, he had your undivided attention. And it was exactly what he was expecting– a stare that was calculating, studious of him. He was used to this from his fathers businesses partners, or other important high status people–but coming from you? It made him weak, almost like a little boy with a crush.

And god–was that your perfume? It was more pleasant than any of his expensive colognes at home. It was like a warm sugar vanilla, a fresh bakery. And– wait, when did you get that close? You were an arms length away, hands clasped together politely in front of you.

“It’s pleasant to finally talk to you, Reo right?”

You already knew his name. Is it strange to say it's satisfying hearing his name fall from your lips?

You're more gorgeous up close than he could imagine, and your outstretched palm is warm as he gently grasps it for a handshake, your manicured nails fresh. You smile at him, and he swears it's like watching someone hang up the moon and stars in the sky. Reo knows he gets everything in life–but can he be selfish this once and ask for you?

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When you guys get together, just know Reo will not let you pay for anything. He would rather die than let your card be swiped at a five–star restaurant, or pay for your own nails, hair, or makeup. And do not tell this man you're going shopping, he’ll raise his eyebrow to ask if, ‘you're missing something’ and to your confused look, he’ll drop his platinum black card in your hands without a word and walk off. He will be kicking his feet every time you get your hair done. Oh you got a different length? Let him touch it. A different colour? Send him a pic as soon as it's done. You got the same colour as his hair? He’s basically yours for life and you're never getting rid of him. He manages to spoil you more than your stereotypical bald dad–and just that manages to gain your fathers approval of Reo.

Meguru Bachira – THE ART STUDENT – Is This Love, Bob Marley.

Bachira first met you because his mother encouraged him to take afterschool art classes in highschool. This year had been poor, and besides his football teammates being barely his acquaintances, he had no friends of his own. He wasn’t expecting much out of it, but at least it sounded therapeutic.

He had walked into the room, immediately being hit with a sweet, gentle floral perfume, and the lingering scent of herbal medicine behind it. The corners of the classroom were covered in green, various plants that seemed to be thriving laying around.

The chairs and desk were purposely shifted into the corner to make room for everything else. The largest window wide open, the breeze coming and going as it pleases, the brown transparent curtains gently flailing around. You were sitting on a little stool in front of a large canvas that's half–painted by your hands. He stood there, just..watching quietly, you didn't even notice his presence from how deep in concentration you were. Your odd patterned ankle skirt swayed gently from the wind of the open window, your gold chain belt drooping off your hip, your off the shoulder striped sweater muddled with different colours of paint. Your butterfly locs were up in a high bun, out of your face as you worked. The sun shone brightly through the window, perfectly lighting up your portrait. You yourself quietly hummed to the melody of the reggae song on the radio, dipping your brush back into the water and mixing it back and forth, the sound of sloshing water filling the air.

When the door behind him shut rather loudly–it finally got your attention as you looked up, surprised, but a shy beam of a smile on your face, the twinkle in your eyes made his heart stutter a little.

“Hello, you must be Meguru, right? I heard you wanted to join the art club.” You chirped, putting your paint brush down. “I'm happy, oh–and I'm the co–founder of this club! It’s nice to meet you!”

He was barely paying attention to your words, just nodding along as he stared at your form getting closer, the floral scent he had been smelling in the background getting stronger.

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It took a while, but when he finally got the courage to ask you out, you had said yes, and he was dumbfounded. He didn’t have any friends, so having a girlfriend? It wasn’t something he ever imagined. One of the things that you love about Bachira is how observant he is. You had complained to him once that your favourite foundation ran out, and you searched for weeks but couldn’t find another one in your shade. Bachira, being the amazing one he is, had an exceptional talent beside football and that was remembering colour theory. He only had to look at the colour once, before he made the perfect shade match. So when he comes over to yours with a bottle of a warm copper foundation, you were sceptical at first, until you did a swatch on your face, and you were delightfully surprised it was a flawless match.

You definitely spoiled him with kisses for this.

Your days are filled with a child–like silliness and laughter purer than anything on earth. His mother loves you–and that's just a fact. You also realise he’s extremely messy, and he gets paint everywhere– how does one get paint behind their ears? You show him a whole other world, one where he doesn’t have to be lonely. He truly appreciates you, and the weekends he spends at your house–why didn’t you tell him you had a hammock in the middle of your room?!

You spend many afternoons inside the sun–filled space, slow music playing in the back while he splayed on top of you in the hammock, dozing off, cheek to your chest as you scratched his back. And you may be like a dancing mushroom, but it would be a mistake to anyone wanting to bully Bachira in your presence. You wouldn’t be physical, neither verbally abusive, but you would break someone down with your words. Someone's bullying Bachira because he’s ‘weird’? You will and definitely go onto a whole rant about how that person's self–projecting, making them rethink their actions for the next ten years, and his heart swells a little more every time you defend him.

Itoshi Rin – TENNIS PLAYER – Black Beauty, Lana Del Ray.

Rin had heard of you before. The girl who had come from nowhere, climbing up the ranks of tennis with one dominating win at a time. He had watched one of your plays once when you came up on TV. You were a beast on the court, leaving your opponent in complete despair, crushing their massive egos with an indifference he was familiar with. Your colour palette was also neural; black, white and grey, whether you were on the court or not. You had such a clean look to you. Bare faced, the only ‘makeup’ product you used was the aloe chapstick kept in your skirt pocket, your hair was always slicked back into that high barbie ponytail. Even your nails–a plain nude almond.

Perhaps he didn’t want to admit these details of you stuck in his brain because he hadn’t stopped watching you since he first saw you on the big screen. He’d rather die than admit to anyone that ever since he saw you on TV, he’d been collecting little subtle merchandise.

Maybe there's a poster of you in his room. But no one needs to know that.

So when he finally made it to the world cup a few months later and he was up with the big dogs, it was hard to calm his racing heart when he was sat next to the tennis team; who were there to fill in the halftime with a quick little match. And maybe the gods were blessing him this once. Because it was you he was sitting next to.

You barely glanced at him as he sat down, (which he was honestly grateful for) wired earbuds in your ears, steely analysing the field. To him, you seemed nonchalant.

Little does he know about the heat creeping up your neck and cheeks. What are the chances you sit next to the Itoshi Rin? You hope he doesn’t know how much of a fan you are. He probably doesn’t even know you. Oh you hope he doesn’t–there's been some unsightly images of you from the press during your matches–

He had noticed the way your leg started to bounce, as if you were anxious about something.

You attempted to calm your rampant heart –get it together! He’s an athlete just like you! Would it be weird to ask for an autograph? No, it would be totally weird.

But before you could draw away from your decision, you let out a shaky breath, and with a straight–face, turned towards him. You swallowed thickly, aware he was already looking straight at you with those sharp teal irises.

His bottom lashes were even longer upclose.

“Your Itoshi Rin, right?” You address him miraculously without stuttering, your tone not too excited, but humble, not to seem displeasing.

His voice comes out huffed, almost defensive enough to make you falter.

“Yeah, what's it to you?” You think he’s annoyed, but in reality he doesn’t know how to talk to pretty girls like you at all. You’ve got your attention on him, and he doesn’t know what to do with it, he internally cringes at his tone, hoping he didn’t come off as cold. He thinks he’s fumbling with the way you slightly shrink into yourself, but your next words completely take him off guard.

“Can I have your autograph?”

There was a beat of silence for a moment.

You don’t miss the way the tips of his ears turn adorably pink as he mumbles what seems like an agreement under his breath.

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When you guys finally get together, honestly it's a long struggle of who can last being the most nonchalant. Rin definitely cracks first. But when you guys finally warm up to each other, you notice Rin is very observant of your quirks, your likes and dislikes. He remembers you don't like mushrooms or olives, how your eyebrow arches when confused or in disbelief, and how you bounce the tennis ball four times exactly before you swing. It warms his cold heart that you're the same way, finding and grabbing any owl object you could find. Plushies, keychains, posters, shirts, anything, all from him mentioning once in a passing comment his favourite animal was an owl when you were snuggled on the couch watching a nature documentary.

Michael Kaiser – FASHION STYLIST – NISSAN ALTIMA, Doechii.

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence that Micheal Kaiser and his team got a new fashion stylist for the upcoming season. His manager said something about switching it up a little every now and again–not like he cared to listen. It was their biggest sponsorship yet–one that had nothing to do with sports.

We're talking about working with Vogue, Dior, Saint Laurent, Clavin Klein, etc. Top end brands that suited a high–profile person like Kaiser and the rest of his team. So when they finally stepped inside the studio that was preparing them for their photoshoot in a few hours, he was not amused that there was no one there. He was expecting a team there to greet them, or staff bustling around almost tripping over themselves to get supplies. Ness was the first to state Kaiser's thoughts out loud, and at that moment, you appeared behind the corner.

Kaiser could tell you was a no–nonsense person off the bat. You were dressed in your jorts and oversized jersey shirt, a staple of casual streetwear. Your nails were heavily designed, adorned with gems and charms that clinked with everything you touched. Your hair was like a map of constellations, each parted into the shape of a star, coiled into tight bantu knots – each twist gleaming under the unnatural white light.

When you introduced yourself as their stylist and makeup artist for the season, Kaiser sneered, asking you if you were doing this all on your own. It came out snobbish, almost degrading. The gum you were loudly chewing and popping in your mouth made his eye twitch. You arched your brow, staring at him over your dark shades. But you weren't phased by his attempt to jab at you, and bluntly confirmed that yes, you were doing it all on your own.

And maybe Kaiser prejudged you a little too hard, because for limited hours and a team of eleven players–you were three times more efficient than his German stylist team at home. You had started at twelve, and had everyone's makeup done by two o’clock, and by two–thirty, throwing clothes in his face at him to put on.

He doesn’t want to admit he was humming to the girly rappers on the mounted TV, or the fact he wanted to compliment you for getting the right shade for his red eyeliner. He had no weakness to poke at as you did your job well, and he didn’t know whether to be impressed or annoyed.

There's a confident vibe and aura you brung that made him curious about you.

You're leaning over him, subconsciously holding your breath, making sure his eyeliner is as straight as possible. Your face was screwed up with concentration, lips pursed and eyebrows knitted. His head draped back over the top of the chair, his prominent adam's apple bobbles with each swallow, and you could feel the blue tips of his hair ticking your forearm. He subtly breathes in your perfume, the orange blossom and trace of jasmine stapling itself to his memory.

Your eyes flickered up, noticing the slow curl of his lips, “You're quite efficient, Engelchen.” He murmured, his voice is soft despite its deepness, as if to not mess up your concentration.

You let out a faint hum in acknowledgement, “You learn in life that it’s better to take things in your own hands, that’s how you get things done more proficiently,”

Your words made him pause, and they sounded familiar in a way, similar to his own motto.

When you finally pulled the brush of the liner away, his blonde lashes fluttered to gaze up at you, his sapphire orbs glinted with an amused and self–righteous look, and you could feel your heart rate rapidly picking up, tensing under his stare.

“You couldn’t be more correct.”

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When you finally get together, even though he doesn’t admit it, he falls first and harder. He treats you like a delicacy, and it's hard to get annoyed with him when he’s all over you, cooing at you with his pretty accent and pretty face. It's not uncommon for you to fight, (honestly you feed off each other's toxicity) but it’s unpredictable who puts who in their place. Anyone who meets the both of you, they always say there's an oozing aura of arrogance and confidence that's nauseating. You're like dogs fighting for dominance half the time. By the two months mark of first meeting you, Kaiser had already kicked the bucket of his last stylist team just to implement you into his busy and strict routine. Before you began as his personal stylist though, there were many moments where you had to separate him and Isagi in the studio when they started bickering with each other, dragging Kaiser four chairs down so there would be no way to interact with Isagi.

･ﾟ★ Credits for dividers.ᐟ @aquazero, @vysleix, @unknown-till.

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marikosfragrance · 6 months ago

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(Blue lock x femReader)

CAN THEY FALL IN LOVE?

Characters : Isagi Yoichi, Michael Kaiser, Itoshi Sae, Itoshi Rin

Contents : My thoughts on whether or not they'll actually fall in love? Depending on the character, how long will it take? And what conditions must be met for it to happen? And, depending on the character, will they not fall in love at all?

Note : Please keep in mind that this is my own interpretation of how characters will take on this situation and act on them, I don’t however assume and force this into a canonical aspect, I am not the creator of Blue Lock so take this post however you'd like if it is canon enough for you, or if it isnt, everyone has their own interpretations on each characters, but I am merely showcasing how I interpreted them, taking heed of the information in the manga and anime at hand, as I am trying to understand their character. Thank you, and enjoy reading.

ISAGI YOICHI

Can they fall in love? : Yes. He can. This is something that can be understood if you truly read the trivia and read and watched every nook and cranny of the entire blue lock manga and anime. He mentioned a type in his trivia and I think just from this, it might just be enough to stake a claim that he would indeed fall in love. Isagi is a character that is described as friendly and cheery, although he starts to develop a more assertive and dominant personality as he progresses through blue lock, we can't ignore the fact that he grew up with loving parents, in a loving environment, a stable home and not divorced parents. It is fair to say he understands the concept of love and is most likely to fall inlove in comparison to other characters in blue lock.

How long will it take? : Depending on the situation, I think it would take a few months at most. If I were to place an estimation, maybe 2-4 months? Attraction can start up pretty quickly, but falling inlove takes time. But if ever the situation makes it possible for the love interest and him to have a lot of moments together, 2-4 months can be reduced to less. Especially if his love interest constantly makes appearances in his life, it would further deepen and fasten the attraction.

What conditions must be met for it to happen? :

To fall in love, it is fair to say the love interest has to be his type. A person that laughs a lot and has a nice smile. If the object of attraction has this traits, needless to say, that person just has to wait as Isagi's attraction seeps in, but the object of attraction also has to work for it. If ever Isagi falls first, reciprocating is a nice way to further develop the current stage. If the object of attraction falls first, I am pretty sure with some moments, it won't be so long till he would feel the same.

If the the object of attraction isn't his type, it might be possible but I doubt it would take so soon for it to happen. Let us say this person doesn't smile at all, or is unable to express laughter, Isagi is most likely to not fall at all, but still is capable of having attachment to that person but in a platonic sense. But if the love interests shows persistence and attraction, there can be some room for Isagi to look at the love interest in a romantic light, but it will take longer and with more efforts.

So yes, Isagi can fall in love.

RIN ITOSHI

Can they fall in love? : Yes, everyone has the capability to fall in love. But there are some reasons which prevents Rin from truly engaging in it at the moment.

Reason 1 : Soccer

Reason 2 : His brother

Anyone that has reading comprehension can understand that Rin currently has his focus all on soccer, numerous times in the manga and anime, it shows him exerting his energy and time All into soccer and making himself better and better. His mind is so preoccupied that there is no room left for him to make meaningful romantic relationships, much less the time to truly fall in love with someone. And Sae also occupies a large sum of Rin's mind, time and dedication, that his life technically just revolves around Sae at this point.

Rin has dedicated himself onto defeating Sae, that even if someone were to try and make a connection with him, would ultimately and eventually give up because of his neglect and unwillingness to reciprocate.

However, if some conditions are met, it might be possible, but it needs so much time dedicated into it and patience, which I don't think anyone realistically could pull off, unless someone really is so committed.

How long will it take? : Years. Yes, years. If someone really is steadfast on making Rin fall in love, it would take absolute time, persistence and constancy. And absolute focus too. But years of staying, and constantly showing affection isn't enough, one has to truly share moments of vulnerability, handle his time to time exertion towards soccer and must respect his own goals and wishes.

But it really could be impossible if he deems the love interest to be a dead weight to his goals, and if he thinks so, he wont hesitate to drop them. But he is not an emotionless person, he is just emotionally unavailable.

I am sure if someone had stayed with him, he might soften up a bit, but if that person shows even the slightest of being a distraction, albeit reluctantly, he would leave them, for himself and for that person, and even if the love interest persists and tries to understand him, I am sure Rin would not be so selfish by keeping them for his own benefits, and instead leaves them because he is aware of how he can get neglectful and doesn't want anything emotionally draining as that.

What conditions must be met for it to happen? :

1. To fall in love, a partner must show patience and understanding.

2. It might not be necessary, but also being into soccer, maybe a player, coach, manager, or just someone that has a fairly good understanding and involvement of the sport could make Rin more open for relations, since he might believe that it would make spending time together less time consming, but it would only lessen the workload.

3. When things have calmed down for him. Like if his brother and him finally have talked through things, lessening some of his burden and making him less closed off .

4. Before the Sae incident.

So in short, he can. But it would take patience and persistence.

SAE ITOSHI

Can they fall in love? : Yes, but he won't.

Once again, each human has the capability to do, with necessary work. But Sae, won't and might not fall in love no matter how many people approach him. Sae is emotionally unavailable like Rin, and has no desire to form such connections at the moment. Unless someone really interests him, the least that would happen would be him acknowledging them silently, and not approach them and form a romantic relationship. Sae isn't the type to fall in love, but atleast not with the wrong person. Right now, Sae is more dedicated to his sport more than anything else. One reason for why he won't fall in love could be through his understanding of knowing he won't have time, and relationships aren't really necessary and needed. Sae is fixed on doing things if he deems them relevant, but relationships isn't on the list. Sae isn't dumb, it is possible that he knows his partner would just end up being neglected, and left in the dark, and he is not open to the drainage a relationship could bring. Unless he is ready to make time, or he can see it in his future, even if he ends up being attracted to someone, I doubt making a move on that person is something he would consider.

How long would it take? : Years. For an estimation, 2 years and 4 months the minimum. On average, maybe 3 years at most. And more years like 5 is the longest.

If the love interest had already formed a connection in their childhood, it might not be as hard, but it will still take some work. Incredible work.

What conditions must be met for it to happen? :

1. The love interest shows that they won't get in the way of his goals, a balanced relationship in which the relationship won't take so much time

2. A very understanding partner. One that would understand he isn't there all the time, or that he is gonna be focused on soccer.

However, if Sae does enter a relationship, it means he can balance it with his career and he sees it being relevant, so if it happens, he might make some time, but I doubt he would be there for his partner all the time.

3. It isn't really important so long as the person is patient, however, being involved in soccer in some way can greatly boost the possibility of it.

In conclusion, it is possible. But it is mentally draining for a person. One must be mentally strong and prepared. But all in all, Sae might not consider it if he feels like it could also burden the other person. Unless there is a mutual understanding, there can never be a Sae Itoshi that'll fall inlove with someone. Much less enter a relationship, none.

MICHAEL KAISER

Can they fall in love? : He can, but he won't. So NO. It would be close to impossible especially with someone that doesnt understand such concept. If he feels like he is getting vulnerable, he wouldn't hesitate to lash out or worse try to distance himself. Kaiser canonically wants love, but he is unable to truly grasp the idea of it and reciprocate it. Love deep down, is pure and unconditional which contrasts to how he acts on it and percieve it when received. For him, someone loving unconditionally is non existent and believes that affection from people comes in a form of give and take. He doesn't understand the idea of true love as he was unable to experience it. This is already proven with how he treats Ness, for him, Ness might be one of the only people that he secretly deems as a friend, but he also sees Ness as only being there because of how he manipulated him. His father abused him in which distorted his idea of love and receiving it. In the manga, he mentions how he finally understands why his father acted out like that, and justifies it by being able to feel alive, since he also does the same. But his father being abusive and hurting was the reason why he commits to such acts and sees it fitting in order to feel something, not knowing It is wrong. Parents are the children's first teacher, they are their caretakers. His father embedded that idea into kaiser and shaped how he is now. If someone tries to reach out to him, he might manipulate them instead, or if the love interest is someone that he sees as beneficial, he would manipulate them and get into a relationship, but I doubt he would truly open up and let his feelings be worn on his sleeve.

If his partner tries to truly love him, he would only see it as a form of manipulation or sees it as the partner wanting something in return rather than actually loving him with no hidden motive.

He might feel love but he wouldn't reciprocate it, nor would he accept it. He would leave his partner eventually to avoid vulnerable moments.

It would go differently if he undergoes therapy

How long would it take? : Years. If someone is really serious, years. 5 years minimum ( this is me being generous) but with an avergae person, it would need therapy and more than 5 years of healing. Perhaps longer. But I doubt he would open up to the idea of love in just a year or few months. If someone tries to be with him and make him understand love, it would be through sheer patience and deep understanding, they would have to be with him and help him heal, but it is no shock if the relationship would bore a form of toxicity. If someone is strong enough to stay with him, it will heal him after a LONG time, but it might break the other person unless they are mentally prepared for a power dynamic, where kaiser is in control, moments where he resorts to physical abuse, harshness, moments where he leaves, disappears, gaslights, manipulations and other. Unless taken to therapy, he wouldn't heal in a span of a year.

What conditions must be met for it to happen? :

1. The person must be mentally strong, understanding, open minded and very very patient.

2. Able to convince him to go through therapy

3. If someone wants a relationship with him, that person must endure constant toxicity and undergo kaiser leaving them

Kaiser would no doubt stray away from pure love despite wanting it, because for him, he is so used to the feeling of discomfort that the idea of something as foreign as love makes him want to stay away.

In conclusion, he can but he WON'T.

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blackberryshortcake · 1 month ago

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"A Quest?"

Chapter 5: Little God

Sebastian Michaelis x Femreader <3

Master List

Synopsis: What worse than making out with a demon.... getting caught.

Warnings: This fic will contain mature content such as foul language, alcohol consumption, smoking, general inappropriate behavior (MDNI 18+), mentions of blood, weapons, and death

If you are sensitive to any of the above warnings pass this one up.

Y/n made her way around the manor carefully, barefoot to reduce the sound her tennis shoes made as she walked. She went back down to the servants' quarters and into the kitchen, hoping to find Ody.

He had to be around here somewhere.

She was praying not to run into Sebastian. She couldn't look him in the eye after earlier. I mean, yes, she liked it; he was a very skilled kisser and made her feel as though nothing else mattered in that moment. But they had done nothing but butt heads since she arrived, and she'd only known the man a little over a week. The last thing she expected was to practically make out with him right in the middle of the hallway. She poked her head into the kitchen. Bard stood at the stove, stirring a boiling pot, and Ody was lounging on the cool stone floor, his shiny black coat reflecting the sunlight from the small window in the kitchen door.

He perked his head up as she entered the room.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you," she said, hands on her hips like a worried mother hen. Bardroy jumped, never having noticed her slipping through the swinging kitchen door.

"That's twice now you've snuck up on me, you know."

"Sorry."

Bard's expression changed, and a smug look settled on his face. "So, you and Sebastian, eh?"

He folded his arms across his chest.

"If this is about that fight he had the other day, it's nothing," she dismissed him, not wanting to get into it.

"Oh no, I'm talking about how Mey-Rin saw you two in the hallway earlier, shaggin'."

"Shaggin'?"

"Yeah, you know, kissin'," he wagged his eyebrows at her, clearly amused. "I knew Sebastian was a ladies' man, being all smooth-talking and all, but I thought you were tough."

Her face was beet red with embarrassment.

"You're kidding, right? Did anyone else—who did she tell?"

"Oh, only me. There's no shame in it. He is a real looker."

"Oh my gods, I'm going to kill myself." She had never been more humiliated in her life, not even after that time she was caught with that Ares boy during a game of capture the flag.

"I don't usually do that. It's just a whole thing. I gotta go."

All she wanted to do right then was throw herself into Tartarus. To have kissed him, let alone get caught, was not one of her crowning achievements, nor something she ever wanted to think about again. She glanced down at Ody; the dog merely gazed back at her, matching her walking pace.

"You don't think I'm easy, right?"

The dog cocked his head at her, rather pleased she smelled more like Sebastian. It infuriated her how much that dog clearly liked the butler. He'd practically barked her ear off the first night, wanting out of her guest room to go find him. Those two rather matched each other well, demonic aesthetics aside, with their cold, carefree demeanor and wise-beyond-their-years attitude. She paused in front of the garden doors. She could see Sebastian sitting at the bottom of the steps just outside. He looked so at peace, admiring or rather, smothering a small black cat in his arms. She knew she should go talk to him about finding the harpies, but the girl was hesitant on account of nearly "sucking his face" just eight hours ago. He didn't even deliver her dinner tonight Mey-Rin had. Her mind was screaming no, but something about the way he looked, bathed in the sun's last light, told her to go. She found herself admiring him. Against her better judgment, she carefully opened the large doors just enough for her and Ody to slip outside.

Sebastian sounded a warning without even looking up from the feline in his lap. "You'd find it wise to keep your companion at a distance."

She took a seat a few steps above Sebastian, Ody right at her side, docile as ever.

"Ody has never been one to chase after cats; chimeras, yes, cats, no."

"Is there a reason you have taken it upon yourself to interrupt my moment of peace?"

"I was hoping we could talk."

"About?" He still hadn't looked at her.

"Why were you so mad about the whole harpies kidnapping and murdering people thing?"

Sebastian sighed lazily, bringing his head up to meet her eyes. "As I stated earlier, if one monster made its way here, I'm sure others will follow."

She laughed. "I'm sure the gods wouldn't let that happen."

"And yet here you are."

"That's different. Clearly, I was sent here to get rid of them, it being my fault and all that this is happening in the first place. The first girl disappeared one day before I arrived."

"Hmm, I see. And do you really have faith in your gods to keep the other monsters handled?"

"They might be dramatic and shitty parents, but at least they understand there's a balance that must be upheld."

Sebastian chuckled at what he believed was her naivety. "You put so much faith into omnipotent beings. It's rather amusing."

See, now that pissed her off. "Do you really need to be a dick all the time?"

"Do you find it necessary to be a brat all the time?"

"I am not a brat. I'm a fucking demigod!"

"Ahh, case in point."

"Are all demons so pompous?"

He slowly crept up the steps, one knee just below her, caging her in with his arms. For the second time today, he felt the need to invade her personal space.

"I don't believe you know the first thing about my kind, little god."

Had his teeth always been so sharp?

"I know you tricked a child into a deal."

"He called out to me. I felt the way his soul ached and screamed for me, in sorrow." His voice had changed, deepening with every syllable. "I simply answered. If not me, a rather more wretched demon would've answered."

"You don't scare me."

"I should, little god."

Sebastian wanted to terrify her, to tear screams and shivers from her body. He loved the way she tasted, like wine and sunlight. Her immortal soul was unlike anything he'd ever seen before.

She took a moment to drink in his appearance: sharpened teeth, crimson eyes, the way he looked in the sunset's last light. He wasn't scary by any means; he was beautiful. Were all demons as pretty as he was?

"Why do you care?" she asked quietly. "Why do you care if I'm scared of you or stronger than you?"

Sebastian didn't answer, merely staring right into her soul. He no longer made her nervous or uncomfortable. The way he kissed her earlier felt electric —she wanted more.

He was addictive and she craved to understand him. She'd hardly been there more than a week, and she'd found herself tangled in the web of a creature born of human sin.

She leaned in slowly, their lips lightly ghosting over one another, she craved the proximity. He simply let her. His hand came to rest on the back of her head as she brought her hands to his chest. They met in a kiss that surely would make Eros himself blush. They moved together in sync, like their lips were made to lock into each other. Sebastian had kissed plenty of others in his time, but now he was sure she was different. He was infatuated with her, wanting to taste her very soul; this was as close as he'd ever truly get to that. They were caught in a dance that they hoped would never truly end. He pulled away this time, resting his forehead on hers. His mind was fuzzy; he was intoxicated just from kissing her. She couldn't pinpoint it until now, but he tasted like vanilla and sweet nectar. She knew she wanted more than just a kiss, but not yet. The pair were interrupted by a horrible screech that rang through the air. It sounded like a battle cry; it practically made her ears bleed. Neither noticed until it was too late, Ody was tearing off into the tree line after the creature that produced such an awful sound.

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Dusk had settled over the English countryside. The sun's light was almost completely drained from the sky, and the chirps of crickets were ever persistent in the surrounding woods. She was positive this was the direction Ody had run off to. He had heard the terrible, ear-splitting screech before she did and took off into the tree line of the estate. She called his name quietly so as not to draw the attention of the monster that lurked nearby.

"Ody! Here, boy!" she whisper-yelled his name desperately. She wasn't far from the tree line, maybe 200 yards at most, hesitant to venture further into the forest. She squinted, hardly able to see through the dense trees and fog settling into the landscape.

"Sebast—" She hardly got the last syllable of his name out before he was by her side, practically materializing next to her.

He was silent, eyes searching the forest for any signs of movement.

"I lost him. I think he went that way after it." She raised her sword, pointing diagonally from where they stood. The cold metal in her hand felt grounding; the thought of Ody getting injured or worse made her stomach turn.

Just as the demon was readying himself to jump into the trees to gather a better vantage point, a struggle was heard in the distance, catching them both off guard. A whimper and a quick snap were heard in fast succession. Her mind jumped to the worst. "Ody?" Her voice was small as tears began to well in her eyes. They stood quiet, her breath coming out in short, trembling huffs.

The clear sound of something rather heavy being dragged along the forest floor settled heavily within them. Slowly, she readied herself, backing up and out of the tree line into the grassy clearing on the edge of the garden. Sebastian followed suit. If they had to fight, it would be better somewhere easier to navigate than the dense forest. The sound grew closer, that's when two familiar eyes could be seen shimmering slightly in the day's last light. It was Odysseus, dragging the remains of a sickening creature. Relief washed over her, and Sebastian's back straightened as he observed the dog. His eyes were no longer their deep mahogany color, now cold and white. He looked nothing short of vicious, with the creature's neck lodged in his jowls as he dragged it out of the forest and into the clearing. He limped slightly as he hauled it all the way to the demigod's feet, dropping it, proud of his recent kill. She was horrified, the ‘harpy’ was no more than five feet in length, covered in mangled feathers. Fat chunks of dark brown hair remained on its head, mixed in with the hawk-like feathers. It was clear it had a swift death and no longer resembled the girl it once was. Its wings, small and protruding from its back at an odd angle, certainly wouldn't be able to carry the weight of its own body, especially considering the fact that they were malformed and nearly featureless.

Ciel had already been making his way out of the manor toward the sound of the commotion when he stopped dead in his tracks to take in the scene before him. The horrified, worried look on the demigod's face, the way Ody sat, tail wagging, rather proud of himself, and Sebastian's stony features as he examined the carcass of the monster. The smell of decay had already begun to seep into the earth as the cursed creature's corpse began to rot, killing the grass surrounding it. This thing, this monster, was not natural in any form or shape of the word. Its mere existence was a testament to the fact that whatever magic was at play here was abnormal. All color had left its skin, and it was decaying in front of their very eyes.

She stepped in front of Ciel, blocking his view of the mutated creature.

"I think you should probably go back inside." Ciel scoffed at the idea, ignoring her. He turned to Sebastian.

"What exactly is that thing?" The monster was not at all what Ciel expected, it was nothing like the vivid description he'd read about beautiful women with wings and an insatiable love for the hunt.

Sebastian stood. "My lord, I believe this is Emilia Karr, the youngest of all the girls to be kidnapped as well as the first." Sebastian's observation was spot on. She was so small, barely reaching five feet in height. The whole messed-up situation made her sick. She was drawn out of her own thoughts by the sound of a small engine roaring to life. It almost sounded like a... chainsaw? The group hardly had any time to process why the fresh corpse was already decaying and now this.

A flash of red and a clutch being pulled into high gear sent Y/N into full fight mode, readying her sword and planting her bare feet into the grass. She took note of how neither Sebastian nor Ciel had reacted to the disturbance.

"Ooooh, Bassy! I just knew when this one came across my book I'd run into you," a rather exaggerated voice called out. That's when someone dressed head to toe in red landed just a few feet away.

"Why must I always be cursed with your presence?" Sebastian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Ciel seemed rather uninterested with the stranger, too focused on wrapping his head around the harpy's carcass on the ground. His features carried a stony look as his mind reeled with the possibilities this creature held.

"Oh, my love, we are reunited at last." The redhead spun around Sebastian with all the grace of a ballet dancer with their feet tied together. To say the least, the demigod was rather confused by the whole scene, particularly the part where this new party wielded a rather fancy-looking chainsaw.

She couldn't help herself, she simply had to ask, "Is that a chainsaw?" She dropped her stance.

The redhead spun around to address her. "Oh no, darling, this is my personal Death Scythe. It's deadly efficient."

Death Scythe... this must be a Reaper.

"I'm pretty sure that's a chainsaw."

The Grim Reaper stomped, rather frustrated by the girl's insistence that the scythe was 'a chainsaw.' "Listen here, you little wench, this is my very own personal Death Scythe—"

She cut the Reaper off, raising her hands in defense. "Okay, whatever you say, 'Milwaukee.'" She giggled slightly at her own joke.

You sure as hell can't get that one at HomeDepot.

"I suppose I should do what I actually came here for—" The Reaper finally laid eyes on the corpse. "Whaaat?!? No, no, this can't be right! My book says here she died nearly moments ago! Why is nothing but bones?" The Reaper frantically searched the records for a shred of information that might shed light on why the fresh soul was nearly a pile of decomposed bones. The monster's flesh had completely rotted off, leaving nothing but its hollowed-out bones and bits of feathers and human hair. The grass surrounding the pearly white bones was now decayed and yellow with rot. The air was heavy as the demigod took a breath to speak.

"It's kind of complicated."

Ciel spoke up, rather displeased by the Reaper's sudden appearance. "It's more than a bit complicated."

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The plot thickens will she be able to untangle herself from the demons webbing or perhaps he will not be able to resist worshiping this little god. What shall they do?

Stay Tuned

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Another one down for the count. This chapter isn't my best work but I suppose I can't keep y'all hanging. Stay tuned for chapter 6 I'll post a sneak peek once I get started. Love, Shortcake

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5p7lyy · 2 years ago

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4:30 PM

Itoshi Rin x gf!reader

Requested by no one

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : some strong language (ex : bastard)

Side - note : Rin seems ooc, too unrealistic, not proofread, photo- banner got it from : @seichira on tumbler

“Tch..”

She heard him breathes out, annoyed by his current situation.

She raised an eyebrow, before huffing out and keeping her hands behind her back.

“Such lukewarm bastards..” he murmured under his breath, but she heard it quite well.

His arms folded up together, irking slightly with that stoic expression.

She had an awkward smile on her face, beads of sweat running down her sides of her head. Even her hand felt sweaty holding his, keeping him from snapping at any seconds.

It sure looked like a mother holding back her agitated son. They were in their highschool, in their soccer field, where some other players were fighting, violently…while some other were holding them back to prevent anymore violence.

And Rin..is more irritated that his precious time is getting wasted by some high school idiots, it was getting on his last nerve. He was holding her hand or more so, gripping it, she could feel her bones cry out in pain..

But she still had a small smile on her face, eyes imaginary crying, and this teal-eyed man, didn’t even realize..! Gosh he really is a stone..

It’s also not usual for him to show affection in public, especially like holding hands, it is unlike him.

And the poor girl didn’t know if it was good or bad.

He looked at his left forearm, noticing the time wasted. Dude..it’s been five minutes..

She glanced at his watch, her head leaning against his chest gently to get a better look.

His look was unfazed on the outside, but he can feel his heart doing its utmost at beating.

“How about going to another field..? There’s one big field by the small market..!”

She said, going back to standing next to him, staring at him softly as he he looked at the field, then his watch, then her. Sighing softly as he nodded, their hands getting separated.

They walked to the school lockers, changing their school-shoes to what they came with this morning. Walking together in silence is awkward.

She didn’t know what to say or do to lift up the mood. She kept looking at the street as she walked beside him.

Her eyes hung up wide as she saw a small ice cream truck, her eyes shined brightly.

She tugged to his blazer, as he turned around, the same expressionless look on his face.

“Can you wait here for a little bit, I’m gonna go buy something real quick..!” She said as he nodded at her words, confirming her to go.

He watched her go to the small truck, his expression hardening a little.

When she came back with one dual-popsicle, a blue flavored.

“Here you go, Rin..!” She smiled softly, breaking the popsicle so it’s two now, handing it over to him.

His hand uncontrollably moved and took it, eyeing it gently.

“…Thank you..” he said quietly but enough for her to hear. She smiled lovingly at him.

“You’re welcome..! I’m sorry I couldn’t get us two, it was the last one, we’re quite lucky..!”

“You didn’t have to..” he murmured, it is quite a shock to hear him talk more than usual.

She hummed, while popsicle in her mouth confused by his statement.

She pulled it out of mouth, leaning against his shoulder, chuckling softly as they continued walking.

“You really are so cute Rin!” She exclaimed softly, making the boy widen his eyes slightly, a few red hues form on his cheeks as he turned his head to the side.

They turned by the market, heading to the green field. It’s also belongs to the school, whenever there was a heated soccer match between other schools, it will be used.

She sat at a small bench, while him taking off his blazer, and school jacket. She watched him take a ball and started dribbling it.

She was always impressed by his soccer skills, it was like he was good. No perfect at this sport, no flaw no mistakes. She smiled genuinely, thinking how lucky she was to be his girlfriend.

She leaned against the bench, wearing his blazer on, her eyes following every single move he did.

‘Kyah! He’s so perfect!’ She thought like a fan girl.

While the other was focusing on his training. As he passionately dedicates himself to train every single day after school and especially weekends. He just wants to see his beloved brother getting crushed at soccer by him.

He glanced unconsciously at the bench, to see his lover in his blazer, watching him train attentively. His cheeks redden quickly, going to continue his training.

It’s been like an hour or more, and he was done with his soccer practice, the only issue was it started drizzling a little the minute he finished training!

She removed his blazer, giving it to him.

“Here, you’re sweaty and in this kind of weather you might get sick..!” She said handing out to him.

He tilted his head slightly, as he shoved the blazer away. She was confused by his act, while he simply did that so she wears it and does get sick.

“You’ll get sick.” He said, taking his bag and picking up hers. She stood there, her cheeks flaring up with the color red and her heart flutters softly as she could hear it from her ears.

“Are you gonna stay there and get wet?” He said bluntly, snapping the girl from the love-trance, taking her bag from his hand, murmuring a small ‘sorry’.

Gulps slowly, moving his arm to pull her next to him. Going to the small market to wait until the rain slowly softens and get an umbrella.

“Did you call your mother..?” He asked, earning a nod from her.

“She said she’s close, she’ll come pick us up!” She smiled warmly.

“No need to take me home (Name)..” he said looking away.

The girl wrapped her arm around his left one shaking her head.

“I had a nice day today even though I only just watched you practice..but I don’t dislike that! I love spending time with you, Rin.”

His eyes widened a little, feeling his heart thump fast. Moving his right arm to cover his mouth, his face returning normal.

“That was such Lukewarm cliché.” He murmured softly earning a sweet laugh for her, as his cheek reddened slowly, a small smile forming on his face.

#headcanon #oneshot #femreader #blue lock #bllk x y/n #bllk rin #bllk x you #bllk imagines #bllk nagi #bllk bachira #bllk fluff #bllk anime #bllk #bllk itoshi rin #high school #fluff #tumblr fyp

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twindevilgang · 3 years ago

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Rolling through the city~

Rindou haitani x Skater!FemReader

Rindou takes an interest in you when he sees you skating around his territory. Ran decided to play matchmaker with Him

Inspired by a cute tiktok I saw

Rindou doesn’t know how to approach you. He’s fascinated by you. It’s not in a creepy way, no, he’s fascinated by the way you balance yourself on a plank of wood with four wheels, watching as you skate back and forth within his territory mouthing off words as you silently sing to the music that blast through your headphones. His brother finds it amusing, maybe a little bit to amusing.

“Mhm Rin why don’t you talk to that skating chick you’re always eyeing? She’s a real beauty, shame to see if someone took her off your hands” ran says in a teasing manner as Rindou glared down at his brother, he scuffed

“ I don’t know what your talking about brother” Rindou mumbles as he turnes to look away—trying to hide the blush to creeps up his cheeks and ears Ran laughs as he walked away patting his younger brothers shoulder

“whatever you say Rinny” Rindou could feel that his own brother was planning something behind his back, but what?

Days past and it’s the same thing watching as you skate by. His heart skips a small beat when you throw him a smile. Ran watches this small little encounter, he smirked as he drags Rindou with him. He take his brother to a small convenient store, which so happened to be the one you stopped by to pick up a couple of snakes and drinks for yourself.

You sit in a bench near by, headphones off your ears and dangling over your neck as music blast through them—taking a sip of the cold beverage in hand as you enjoy the heat of the sun. Until the sun no longer shined on your skin and was covered by a tall shadow. You turned around and smiled politely at the tall boy with braids.

“Can I help you?” You ask politely, the braided man only nods, throwing his thumb behind his back as he points at something

“actually my younger brother has taken a liking towards you, he’s been watching you skate around our territory and he wants to know if you're single?” You look over the braided boy's shoulder and see another boy that looks around the same age as you—who’s glaring at his brother embarrassed. You let out a laugh as you place your drink down smiling wildly at him

“well fortunately for you brother I’m not actually seeing anyone at the moment” the braided boy beamed you a smile as he claps his hands

``perfect! I’m Ran Haitani by the way, I'm his older brother!” You two shake hands as he leads you to his brother

“I’m y/n l/n '' things went smoothly from there on asking Rindou if he wanted to go with you to an arcade nearby. He, his brother,Agreed. Ran pushed his brother forward towards you, Rans sure his younger brother would kill him in his sleep but he doesn’t care.

“I like your hair Rindou”

“Oh-um thanks”

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #bonten x reader #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani #mikey x reader #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo revengers headcanons #mitsuya x reader #baji keisuke x reader #ran x reader #shinichiro sano #shinichiro x reader #tokyo revengers scenarios

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naoyaslut · 3 years ago

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drab about ran buttering up y/n to let rin stay over at their apt for a while when rin and y/n don't really get along (or at least y/n doesn't think he likes her at all), but it turns out he actually does like her, like a little more than he should, and something similar to your last one (mean)hahaha. i really enjoyed that one.

This request is from a while ago, but I've had writer's block for a few weeks now. It's going to be a series, these are kind of fun.

Teasing Chronicles NSFW +18

haitani brothers x femreader+18

warnings: kind of dubcon-ish but not really, teasing, daddy kink, fingering, voyeurism, loosely edited probably pretty bad.

word count: 3,786

A thick bicep wrapping itself around your midsection startled you, right after you had popped a piece of strawberry into your mouth from your fruit bowl

“Good morning baby.” Ran cooed sweetly, resting his chin on your shoulder as that same hand inched underneath the extra-long t-shirt you had worn to bed the night before.

“Mmm, you scared me.” you huffed in annoyance, as his fingertips skimmed along the toned planes of your abdomen, palm settling itself against the heavy flesh of your bare breast, squeezing it affectionately.

He placed a wet kiss along your pulse, pulling you back against his chest as you tried to finish cleaning.

“Good morning, Ran.” you looked over your shoulder, attempting to meet his eyes. “Do you mind? I’m trying to put the rest of these dishes away.

You had been standing Infront of the sink, going back in forth from eating your fruit from breakfast and putting away the dishes you had washed the night before.

“In a minute, I have something to ask you,” he said, pulling you away from the sink to hoist you up on the marble island on the opposite side.

He slotted himself in-between your legs, both hands holding either side of your face as he brought your lips to his in a gentle kiss.

You arched an eyebrow, now skeptical of the soft affection you were receiving first thing in the morning. It was 6:30 AM. Why was he even up this early? He was dressed sharply in a pair of grey slacks and a nice white silk collared shirt.

Returning the quick peck, you pulled back staring into his eyes expectantly.

“What is it Ran?” you pressed, grabbing hold of both of his wrists as he continued to hold your face.

“Baby.” he kissed you again, tilting your head backward and exposing your neck to him.

Giggling stupidly, you pulled away from his hold taking his face in your hands, much like he had yours not even a moment ago.

“Ran, what do you want?” you asked again, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Rindou needs a place to crash for a few weeks.” Ran blurted, earning him a confused glower in return from you.

A frown and your hands dropped down from his face to grip the edge of the counter you were sitting on.

“Rindou? Your brother?” you asked incredulously.

You knew who Rindou was, as a matter of fact, you knew each other pretty well. Rin just didn’t like you, or so you were under the impression.

Ran nodded, a sly grin pulling at the corner of his lips as he watched your reaction.

“Why would he want to stay here?” you asked. Your question was nothing but sincere. You didn’t mind if Rin stayed, but the fact that he felt a certain way towards you probably wouldn’t make the stay very enjoyable for him. “He hates me, wouldn’t he rather stay somewhere else?”

Ran only nodded, leaning forward again to kiss along the juncture of your throat.

Canting your neck back willingly, to allow him access, your hands went up to rest on his broad shoulders.

“Na uh, he said this is the only semi-normal residence.” He pressed on, placing slow, languid, kisses along your throat, both hands now resting at the plush of your thighs. “He doesn’t want to stay with any of the guy's baby.”

“Ran... I don’t mind if he stays here, he’s your brother... ah!” you gasped in pain as Ran’s canines grazed over your neck pinching the flesh between his teeth. He bit you. Grabbing a fist full of his hair, you pulled at it trying to inflict the same amount of pain you were experiencing. “Ugh, Ran knock it off.”

Releasing the hold his teeth had on your skin, he kissed over it lightly just as you released his hair.

“I’m just trying to get you ready.” he hummed into your neck, right hand sliding over the crotch of your cotton underwear. “I know you like a little pain.”

Gasping in mock horror, you wrapped your legs around his waist, crooning as he pulled your underwear to the side.

“Oh! God forbid, I have my man smack me around a little before sex.” your gut tensed in anticipation as the pads of his middle and index fingers slid along the slit of your lower lips, gathering the slick that had accumulated there.

Exhaling a breathy moan, your legs parted further as his fingers teased your entrance almost tantalizingly slow. Your breath hitched slightly as your body became warm, your heartbeat picking up as the promise of being stuffed full before your day began became blatantly obvious.

“So, he can stay, right?” Ran inquired, slipping a finger, and then another into your moist heat.

Whining slightly, you pawed at his abs through the silk button-down he wore, tossing your head back further.

“Ran, Ran. I said he could stay, just don’t tease me please.” you complained, gasping out another strangled moan as his fingers curled inside you, 'causing your guts to tense over again. “Oh, god baby ri-right there.”

Ran knew what he was doing when it came to you and your body. He played it like a well-rehearsed violin and was very versed on the subject.

Those long digits of his pressed against that flat pallet of nerves of your g-spot, which got a violent tremor out of you, your arms flying around his neck to keep yourself upright.

“Ran..” you moaned pathetically into his ear, resting your chin on his shoulder as he continued to work you open. “Oh my god, I’m close.”

Ran slowed the pace of his fingers, thumb finding its place on your clit earning him another moan.

“You’re drooling on my shirt.” Ran barked out a laugh, as he began to rub slow languid circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, sighing in appreciation when you began to tighten around his fingers. “And you’re almost there, baby. Hold on for a little longer.”

Tears were beginning to form along your lash line as you inhaled harshly, screwing your eyes shut as a knot began to form in the pit of your stomach. It was being pulled so tight, that you thought you may explode from the amount of pressure that was building up.

“Daddy, please.” you were begging for release, your eyes cracking open blurry vision refocusing and laying eyes on none other than Rindou. He was casually leaning against the frame of the kitchen doorway, both arms crossed over his chest uncharacteristic smirk plastered on his lips.

You shuddered, caught completely off guard digging one of your heels into Ran’s lower back frantically trying to find your voice in between the undoing of your orgasm that had crept up on you blindly.

He appeared so calm; his long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail out of his face. His features were sharp and almost feminine just like Ran’s. His bright eyes were focused intently on you, the expressions you were making, and the lovely sounds you were making.

“R-Ran!” you moaned, attempting to pull away from him squeezing his shoulders to get his attention.

Ran removed his face from your throat capturing your lips in a heated kiss, completely ignoring your complaints as if he were trying to get your undivided attention back on him.

His fingers picked up the pace, the lewd sounds coming from the sheer force of his fingers causing your vision and surroundings to blur out.

You knew Rin was there, watching but you couldn’t spin your concentration away from the warmth pulsating throughout your gut.

Writhing under Ran’s hold, you became undone, convulsing violently as you pulled your lips away from Ran’s burying your heated face in his shoulder to muffle the moans crawling up your throat.

Your release left you in a rush, your abdomen tensing and constricting as the mounting pressure flowed out of you all at once. There was a mess of your arousal underneath your bottom that had left your cotton underwear wet and sodden with your own arousal.

Falling limp against Ran, you kept your face buried in his shoulder, the heat of shame causing your eyes to sting and burn from the tears that had begun to soak into his shirt.

A silent sob racked your small form as you allowed your legs to drop from around Ran’s waist. You were so embarrassed and scared to even bring your eyes up to see if Rin was still standing at the doorway of the kitchen.

Ran pulled his fingers from your warmth, readjusting your underwear and wiping his hands clean on the fabric before trying to pull your face out of his chest.

“Baby, you’re actually destroying my shirt. I have a meeting to go to,” he said, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You refused to move, face still buried tightly in his shoulder another whimper and more tears before he actually realized you were crying.

“Y/n, what the fuck? Are you crying?” Ran was baffled, resting a hand on the back of your head. “What’s wrong?”

You honestly didn’t know where to start, and you only hoped that Rindou still wasn’t in the room.

“Oi, is your girl alright?” Rin asked, his face beginning to fall flat as he watched Ran console you.

The sound of Rin’s voice only made you cower further into Ran’s chest, your embarrassment shifting over to anger as well as annoyance.

Ran glanced over his shoulder at Rin, clicking his tongue in disapproval as he began to rub soothing circles into your back.

“Rin you pervert, are you creeping on me and my girl?” Ran held back a grin wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a tight hug. “I told you to wait in the living room until she says yes.”

Shoving at Ran’s abdomen, you pushed him away from you to wipe at the tears that were smeared along your face. You didn’t say anything, just slipped off of the counter attempting to move past the pair back to your own room.

Ran’s arms flew around your waist with him pulling you into an embrace from behind, arms around your waist.

“Baby, wait,” he said, keeping you in place.

“No, get off of me!” you whined, trying to wriggle out of his hold successfully doing so. You pushed him again, angrily storming past the two of them. “You knew he was out there!”

Your face was flushed, red with embarrassment as you left the kitchen heading back to your own room to lock the door.

Rin and Ran were both notorious for this kind of behavior, and you knew that when you started dating Ran so it should have not been as much of a surprise to see that Rin had been hovering around the area while you two made out. You just figured that the two would grow out of it as you grew into adults. Apparently not.

You were grateful that both Ran and Rin had left the apartment. They had business or whatever the hell they did on a daily basis to attend to. You were left to cool off, trying to lessen the burn of being embarrassed that Rin had walked in on you, mid-orgasm.

Maybe it wasn’t such a big deal? Things between the both of you had always been a bit standoffish but, you doubt he was taking it as seriously as you were.

This wouldn’t do, you were hoping Rin didn’t decide to stay the whole time, maybe he’d just leave early so you wouldn’t have to put in an actual effort to avoid him on the daily.

Groaning inwardly, you turned off the stove placing a lid on the Italian sausage pasta sauce you had just finished making. It was Ran’s favorite, and he said he’d be home for dinner, which was a rare occasion. The last thing you needed to do was cook the pasta, then dinner would be done for the night.

Stepping away from the stove, you opened the refrigerator to grab a chilled bottle of your favorite red wine sitting it on the counter. You began to rummage through the drawers in the kitchen, looking for your wine opener.

“Where... did I put it...?” mumbling to yourself, you moved towards the dishwasher pulling the door open. It wasn’t in there either.

“Whatcha looking for?” a teasing voice echoed from behind you, causing you to stand upright slamming the dishwasher shut.

Spinning around, you were met with Rin barely standing no more than a couple of inches away from you. You froze, speechless. The embarrassment from earlier, slowly crept back into your face as you avoided his gaze.

You weren’t sure how to react here. You were quiet, pushing your back up against the dishwasher behind you as you searched for something, anything to say. The heat crept up your neck, settling in your cheeks as you turned back towards the counter resuming your search for the wine opener.

Flinging open one of the cabinets you answered quickly, attempting to be as impartial as possible.

“The wine opener.” you stared up into the cabinet over your head, pretending to study it intensely.

Just go away, just go away.

Rin stepped closer, settling a hand on the counter over your own as he leaned forward looking into the cabinet himself.

You nearly stopped breathing, breath stuttering in your throat as you pressed further into the counter to avoid contact with him.

He only leaned closer. He was so close that you could feel his abdomen against your lower back as well as the warmth from his body heat. He hummed as if he were completely oblivious to his own proximity, ‘causing you to finally snap.

“Rin! What the hell are you doing? Can you give me some space please?” you complained, shooting him a glare over your shoulder.

He leaned in closer, trapping you against the edge of the counter the unmistakable presence of a bulge in his pants now pressed firmly against the curve of your ass.

“Just trying to help you look, y/n.” he flashed you a wide smile. So wide it was out of character, and it made him look predatory. Like a wolf cornering you out in the wild.

“Rin.” you groaned in annoyance, turning your attention back to the counter pulling your own hand from underneath his. Your nerves were getting the better of you, the gentle ache of your arousal beginning to pulse in the pit of your belly. “Can you, MOVE? I need to finish cooking dinner.”

You inhaled shakily, as he leaned further into you, the hand that was resting on the counter coming up to grasp underneath your chin. He turned your head so that you were looking up at him, smirking triumphantly when he looked down into your face.

Your eyes were glassy, your cheeks rosy, and your breath now coming out in short pants. Swallowing the lump that formed in your throat, you closed your eyes so you wouldn’t have to look at his face, and not endure his teasing a minute more.

“My, my, my... Ran was right. You’re a skittish little thing, aren’t you?” Rin clicked his tongue in disapproval as he released his grip on your face, stepping away from you before resting his hand on the back of your neck.

Jumping in surprise, both of your hands went up to grasp at his hand. You wanted him to move it.

“Rin!” you yelled, unsure of what was happening. He wasn’t hurting you; he was just guiding your body forward forcing you to bend at the waist.

“Don’t be a brat, y/n.” he said continuing to push you further down until your stomach was flush up against the marble counter. “Don’t want to spend time with your brother-in-law?”

This wasn’t happening, was it? This really wasn’t happening. Your heartbeat was thundering in your ears as you remained in place, the heat of your embarrassment scorching your nerves. The room seemed to become ten times hotter, the more you tried to breathe the more suffocating it became.

Rin had kneeled down into a crouch, the hand that was on the back of your neck trailing down along your spine until his fingers slipped under the hem of the flowy dress you were wearing. Ran bought it for you for your birthday. It was bright a bright orange, long-sleeved, woven chiffon. It had the cutest flower print across it, complete with princess sleeves.

Ran thought you would look adorable in it, and he was right. He said you looked just like a princess. His princess.

Flipping the thin fabric up and over your hips, his fingers pushed themselves underneath the band of the lace panties you wore, shimmying them down your thighs.

You panicked, clasping your thighs together as you buried your face into the skin of your forearm.

“Rin!” you groaned in complaint, flushing further at the feel of the cool air against your exposed posterior. “D-don’t, Ran should be home soon!”

Rin’s expression fell into a flat line as he trailed a hand up your thigh squeezing hard enough to make you yelp out loud.

“Why are you so mean to me y/n? You just love denying me everything don’t you?”

Wedging a hand in between your legs, it crept up resting at the apex of your thighs. His palm was pressed flat against the underside of your ass, index and pointer fingers slipping in between your plush folds, easily.

“Oh.” was the only word uttered from Rin, as his fingers glided up and between with ease, the pads of his fingers guided by your slick and pressing firmly on the swollen bud of your clit. “I see you do like making me work for it.”

You jolted up in surprise, as a shock of pleasure ran up your spine, exhaling a labored breath as he began to toy with you.

“R-Rin.” you begged, almost pathetically clutching onto the edge of the countertop. “Please... n-no!”

Swallowing tightly, you were hunched over the countertop your body weight resting heavily on your elbows. Quiet, breathy moans escaped your parted lips as your manicured fingers gripped the edge of the counter tightly.

Like Ran’s, his fingers were magic gently rubbing at your aching clit using your own slick as lubrication. Contrary to his usually angry and rough personality, his administrations were gentle lulling your pliable into an almost limp state.

“So meek and embarrassed from me walking in on you and Ran...” he slipped a finger into you, grinning triumphantly at the airy moan that came after. “Yet here you are, all wet for your boyfriend’s little brother. That kind of kink turn you on?”

Your knees buckled almost instantly as he slipped his middle finger inside, leaving your puffy clit bare from any further attention. He curled his fingers inside of you as you whimpered incoherently nipping at the back of your thigh leaving red indentations from his teeth.

Lifting your head up off of the counter, you made eye contact with Rin shaking your head slightly as you did.

“R-Rin.” you rasped, tucking your bottom lip in between the confines of your teeth. “N-no m-”

“No marks.” came Ran’s voice, stern and absolute. “You know the rules.”

He was standing in the doorway of the kitchen in the same manner that Rin had been earlier that morning, his suit jacket draped over his forearm.

“I’m the only one allowed to leave marks on my princess.” he canted his head off at an angle as he eyed the way you were positioned, bent over the counter at the waist, face buried into the crease of your forearm. “Isn’t that right baby?”

Lifting your face from your arm you blinked dumbly in the direction of Ran’s voice nodding in agreement. Your lip was still held hostage by your teeth, face flushed, and fresh tears pooling along your lash line. “Yes, R-Ran.”

“You sure do know how to suck the fun out of everything,” Rin mumbled, planting a soft kiss on the back of your thigh. “How is it hearing your girl moan my name? I’d be kind of livid.”

Rin curled his fingers again, reaching that spongy bundle of nerves his eyes trained on his older brother who was now leaning against the doorframe.

Your body convulsed; your body wound tightly from the pressure building up in the pit of your guts. You shook, clasping your thighs together as the sensation of having to pee hit you like a truck, causing you to squeal in alarm.

“N-n-no!” you gasped, “I don’t want to ruin my dress!”

Both Ran and Rin ignored you, completely. Rin’s fingers working on autopilot, and Ran scoffed at his younger brother’s words attempting to bruise his ego.

“You’re the one who can’t get any pussy, Rin. So, you have to borrow my belongings.” Ran laughed out loud crossing the kitchen until he stood beside the counter grasping you by the jaw and drawing your lips to his own. He kissed you sweetly, lingering only momentarily before pulling away. “And she’s not even going to give you that!”

The pair of siblings continued to go back and forth with one another, leaving you to suffer in silence. Rin was still fondling you, while he attempted to provoke Ran. He hit a particularly deep spot between your legs and you clasped onto the countertop edge holding on for dear life as your knees began to buckle.

A jolt of electricity shot up your spine, the searing, sizzling, heat in your gut combusting almost instantaneously. Your orgasm hit you so hard, the only thing visible was a blanket of white as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull.

Rin tore his attention away from his older brother as he witnessed your body collapse, a gush of your arousal washing over his fingers and trickling down your inner thigh.

Lowering you down onto his thigh, Rin watched as you slowly began to recover from the aftermath of your orgasm eyes glassy and unseeing as you caught your breath.

Nudging underneath your jaw, Rin turned your attention back towards him smooshing your cheeks together.

“Oi, y/n. Don’t fall asleep on us you have to finish cooking dinner.”

Sitting up abruptly, you glared at Rin tearing yourself away from his embrace.

“You’re such an idiot Rin, why are you even here?!”

Ran shook his head in disappointment stepping away from the doorway to scoop you up into his arms. Placing a kiss on your sweat-slicked forehead, he turned to walk out of the kitchen.

“Keep it up Rin, she’s going to poison your food.”

#ran haitani smut #tokyo revengers smut #rin haitani smut

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years ago

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M'S FAVORITE (BED TIME) STORIES✨

(mama Anne I found my other fav stories that isn't on ur masterlist yey🤩 well some of them aren't soo- basta ok nayan)

Your missing one shots:

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Mystery of love

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Birthday girl

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I want you series

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Full despair

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The way I loved you

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Dealer

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I love you

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Songbird

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Audacity

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Don't go

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Right Where You Left Me

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fablesofkitkat · 4 years ago

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pov: car seggs with Rindou (18+ only)

alt title: Wisteria: Haitani Brothers x FemReader pt. 6

FIRST PART CLICK HERE

genre: smut

WARNING: ⚠️ nsfw ⚠️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

synopsis: fwb w/ haitani brothers

perma tag: @trashmemebitch @passionateuchiha

thanks for the reblog: @bontensbabygirl @haitink @thepeachvodkahoe @make-me-a-sanoyeager @yoonbeans

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Rindou's palm seems to scorch your thigh. You just went and done it. Leave everything what you couldn't be, left everything you pretended to be. You watch your family's building from the side mirror, grow smaller and smaller as the car sped away. The twinge in your chest must be because you're saying farewell, to the place where everything you love and hate, dwell.

Finally.

He navigates the road easily, leaving your family's hired pursuers in the dust. Kami, you felt you could do anything. After a few hours of driving, the car stops at an empty parking lot. He leans back, taking a lighter from the inside of his suit's pocket.

"I'mma smoke." He side glanced you.

The almost imperceptible quirk of his brow lets you know Rindou's asking permission. You let out a helpless sigh. "Go ahead, I'm used to it."

His thumb flicks the lighter, shooting a spark while staring at you, sucking air with the cigarette between his lips until the end burns. "Used to?"

"You and Ran. Back then." You shrugged indolently, and then asked, "what happened to you and your brother?"

Rindou blows a breath, the smoke starts to waft inside the car. "You. You happened. And Bonten."

He sees your gaze and puts out the cigarette by the car handle, uncaring of the burn marks it'll leave. His wisteria eyes flick to your lips; he lifts a hand to cradle your face, concomitantly he leans in. "Princess." He holds your chin. "Instead of looking at me like that, do what you do best."

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You and Rindou move to the backseat of his car. You lie down facing the front window and shifted your body to face his form above you. He starts a trail from your mouth down, to your chin, to your throat, following an invisible line between your chest, and then burying his face in them, giving your nips little friction. Your body archs when his lips ghost over your clothes, reaching your tummy. You feel him reaching for your wrists. Raising your sandals, you poked his groin, rubbing the soles to his glaring bulge. A little innocent play-

Click.

Your hands are handcuffed on your back. Taken aback, you voiced out your confusion. "Rin, what are you doing?"

Rindou looks down on you as he takes off his suit and then starts to unbutton his shirt. His lavender eyes darkened and the tent in his pants seemed to be larger.

"Isn't it obvious, princess?" His voice grew deeper, a little course. "I have to punish you for leaving."

He places his knee between your thighs, grazing your crotch while he leans back, his cold gaze looking down on you simultaneously unbuttoning his shirt in a deliberate manner, just slow enough to tease you. He unties your obi, and leaned down while he unwrapped you from your kimono. Your breasts perked up, nipples hardened because of his touch. Rindou squeezes your breast a little too strong, it makes you hiss. As if to apologize, he nuzzles his face between them, his lips skimming on your soft flesh. The fringes of his hair is almost tickling your skin, but the feel of it is enough to leave goosebumps.

Finally, his mouth latches on your nipple, and you let out a low moan. "Rin..."

The way he sucked your breasts was as obnoxious as before. Loud; smacking his lips like so. Just like a kid. But then he'd swirl his tongue, and your back arcs. He'd get entertained with your breasts for a little while, until he gets bored. A pop sound would echo when he's done. Then, his fondles grow heavy. He'd pinch your skin; he'd tug at your nipple until you complained to stop. The sting would linger and he'd blow at it, tingles would spread and your body shudders. He lets out an amused sound.

He moves away, lifting up your legs while he positioned his face to your crotch. You weren't wearing any panties and your arousal soured the air. Rindou groaned at the glistening view. "Fuck, I missed this."

He kisses down along your inner thigh on one leg, his breath fanning your skin and you could feel yourself trickle in anticipation. His kisses backs up and he switches to your other leg. He bites your skin between his teeth and pulled. You flinched.

"Fuck you, Rindou!" The handcuffs digs into your wrists.

He chuckled. "Soon, princess." He proceeds to give you a hickey where no one else but you and him can see. Ah, he remembers. And also Ran-nii. Tch.

He continues to touch you lightly, featherlike pressure of his lips ghosting over, careful not to accidentally graze your clit. He brings a finger to run up and down your folds, up and down, like you would do when you touch yourself, except better because of the callouses on his fingers, better because you don't have control. He wouldn't press his tongue, not until it starts to drip down there from his caresses. But if you beg he'd do it sooner.

"Rin..." You beg, while trying to slip off the handcuffs in vain. "Please just start."

He gives you a bored look coupled with a lazy smirk. But if he really was bored, no one could make him do anything. Your heart stutters when he places soft kisses on your mons, the area above your clit. You feel like mush and your heart is gooey at the action, good enough to make you moan.

"Just eat me out already!"

He pools his saliva in his mouth, making sure his tongue is thoroughly wet, dripping the excess on your folds. He keeps his tongue relaxed, and then he flattens it over you, the wide coverage makes you mewl. With his tongue still, his head motions upward until he reaches your nub where he puts pressure. At this point your lost in a world where only Rindou eating you out exists. He repeats the motion over and over. He picks up on your breathing going faster to which he deliberately slows down. Your needy whine turns into a desperate whimper when his tongue slips inside. Bringing a thumb to your clit hood, Rindou circles around it while his tongue darted up and down. The sounds you make because of him is adorable. He slots the whole length in, his nose bumping to your clit. You moan loudly, your legs are shaking so you squeeze them on his shoulders. He finally brings his tongue up to your nub while he inserts two digits inside and found you were so wet already. He keeps a steady pace until the coil inside you grow tighter and tighter and–

Your body convulsed; your mind wiped blank.

It took you a minute to notice you trapped Rindou's head between you. He laps you up before pulling back to kneel, unbuckling his belt. You giggled.

"That good, huh?" He stared at you amused.

"I remember when you were so bad at eating me out."

"Hmm, seems like you had fun." He slides down his zipper with one hand, and the other holds his length with precum leaking. "I need a little help here, princess."

Wanting to return the favor, you sit up with hands still cuffed behind your back. You take your time in kissing all over his shaft especially the sensitive underside. Just breathing next to it had him rearing to go. You start licking softly like you would on a popsicle. He grunts quietly when your kisses starts to turn sloppy, wet smacking noises resounded loudly, as well your his heavy breathing. You lock eyes with Rindou as you wipe his precum on your lips to make them wet. Your mouth closes on the tip. And his hands fly to your hair gripping hard for a second, forgetting themselves until he regains self-control. He runs his fingers through your hair, petting you as encouragement. Your mouth pops again when you spit on him for more lubrication. Resuming eye contact you take him deep, making him bunch up your hair once more. "Princess–"

You ignore him by going on with the steady motion and he had to pull you away. "Get in this position." He makes you lie down again, rubbing himself on your folds, teasing the head before he thrusts in. Good. "So good, Rin..." The way he splits you open is always one of the best parts. He calls out your name lovingly as he lifts your right leg for a deeper angle. He thrusts harder this time.

Shit. For a moment, you forget Rindou does it rough. Your pussy still feels sensitive. "I– I can't. Rin, slow down!"

His skin slaps against yours. You messily try to keep up with his pace but he throws you off by raising your leg higher, reaching your deep spot. "Hmm? Slower?"

"Please, Rin."

Sweat beads roll down his face, all over his body and the scent inside the car thickened. "I'll slow down if you answer me, princess. Who do you like better: me or Ran-nii?"

Fuck. You swore your heart stopped for a moment. How are you supposed to answer that? The reason why they liked you in the first place is because you didn't choose.

"Answer me, princess!" His thrusts are even rougher now, and his pants heavier.

"I don't know– That's not fair! You know I won't choose!" You arch your back when you feel his pace become messy and uncoordinated. "I'm–" You peaked at the same time as Rindou exploded inside you.

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Steam builds inside the car, the windows as foggy as the cigarette smoke, and yours and Rindou's breath mingled as one. It's been half an hour since he uncuffed you. Since he made you choose. You and him lie naked on the backseat. His chin rested was just above your head as you're on top of him.

Rindou stared in a daze at the headliner, his right arm hanging down from the side, a cigarette stick between his fingers; while his left hand is on the back of your shoulder, making you distinctly feel the cold metal of his wristwatch on your skin.

"Hey."

You tilt your head to look at him. The soft blaze on his wisteria eyes made your stomach twist.

"Forget about it."

You hide your face in his chest and he pats your head.

But you don't think you could, so you think of Ran.

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AN:

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) did I just set you guys up for angst? Nah, don't worry, no choosing between Ran and Rin. But the angst is not a joke.

Sidenote, I didn't get the internship. There were so many amazing people who deserved it, and I believe they did it well too, I could see that they really gave it their all. But it still hurts so I'm just gonna mope around until I feel better.

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#haitani rindou smut #rindou smut #haitani rindou imagines #haitani rindou x y/n #haitani rindou x reader #haitani rindou #rindou x you #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou hcs #rindou x reader #haitani rindo x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers scenario #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers fanfiction #wisteria by fablesofkitkat

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bluelockmaniac · 10 months ago

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hii !! i'm finally finished the fic i've been working on, and it's 12.5k+

so, (royal au)

crown prince!itoshi sae x commoner!femreader x second prince!itoshi rin

coming out preferably tomorrow or the day after !

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi rin x reader

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quandledlngle69 · 3 months ago

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TRAGEDY IN THE THORNS.

⋆˙⟡ synopsis; rin is in love with you. he can't stand the fact your betrothed to his brother. he attempts to fight sae, and upon losing, he falls into despair. he snaps, and does something he can't take back. ⋆˙⟡ genre / theme / warning; murder-suicide, arranged marriage, stabbing, saes in love with you but your hearts set on rin, royalty, fate, gods, religion (?) death, blood, pain, kinda yandere rin if you squint. ⋆˙⟡ pairing; prince!rin x princess!femreader. ⋆˙⟡ w.c; 1k.

itoshi rin loved you.

it was clear to anyone who had eyes—that itoshi rin was shamelessly, devotedly, in love with you.

he had been since you grew up together, the princess and daughter of his fathers best friend. sae was always on babysitting duties when the two of you were around, as time was spent causing more mischief than not. he followed sae's footsteps, becoming a worthy knight while watching you take a different path, your own route.

you were prim and proper, a shining sunflower that lit up any room—even your lady-in-waiting would mannerly tease you. she would say when rin looked your way, his blinks honey-slow, that that was when his love for you sparkled the most.

yet she would not dare unveil to you the same pair of sharp teals on you. older, much colder. They glanced at your figure across the grand hall, assuming no one was paying attention. itoshi sae knew your heart belonged to his younger brother, and to that—he didn't take too kindly to the matter. sae was fortuitous enough to be blessed by the gods. he was the first born son, the first heir to the throne, and he was handed everything a mere peasant would only be able to dream of.

yet he didn't have you. he was selfish, he craved to snag your soft laughter, gentle hands and warm smile for himself. You were the opposite of him in every way, and unknowingly managed to thaw his numbed heart. it was selfish, he was aware rin was at his most merriest when in your company.

maybe that's why, when you were finally told you were betrothed to sae on the king's orders; he couldn't stop the bitter surge in his throat witnessing the look of despair on your face. when your eyes immediately darted to find rins, his jaw throbbed from how hard he was clenching them. But he had you. It was written in royalty, the whole kingdom knew you were his.

rin had only gotten worse from the news. he lashed out, his face scowled with pure contempt every time his older brother stepped into the room. he snarled like a dog when sae got too close to you, when his fingers would brush your hair over your shoulder, as if his touch was routine. Rin knew sae was silently staking his claim on you, and this one-sided competition only festered with time.

this ugly, rotting feeling, it consumed him so much that it was enough to turn his sword on his own blood.

midnight stretched sharp and unbroken across the palace's gardens. the only sound being the owls howling and the heavy, ragged breaths coming from rin.

And now, he was on his knees, his sword discarded, lingering a few feet away, taunting him.

sae stood above him, chest rising and falling evenly. “This tantrum… is beneath even you,” he sighed, his voice calm like wine just beginning to sour.

he wanted to yell, to scream, to tell sae he was a bastard for taking the only person he could truly open his heart to. the sharp realisation that you weren't his to marry, to kiss, to love–it made misery kindle in his chest. rin could only hang his head low, the frustrated tears building on his lash line threatening to spill.

a familiar voice calling behind them made them both turn.

you.

you stood there in your long nightdress, barefoot on the cool concrete, as if summoned by tragedy. your eyes locked onto rin, a sorrowful glance through wet, spiky lashes. you were calling for him, your voice like a soft lullaby. something in him finally snapped, fractured, like a mirror.

he shoved the man he called his brother, catching sae off-guard. he advanced quickly towards your opened arms.

your trembling lips parted, the thoughts of begging him to just listen, hanging on the tip of your tongue. you wanted to embrace him. tell him that everything was alright even if it wasn't. The scent of nutmeg and rosemary invaded your senses as he loomed over you. your fingers barely brushed his back, before hearing the almost inaudible sound of his voice in your ear. it was a low murmur, almost blankly apologetic.

"forgive me."

the sharp sound of steel filled your ears.

you heard sae scream—not just your name, but rins, too.

white-hot pain arose through the back of your torso. he drove the sword deep and hard, until the tip sprouted from his own back like a silver thorn, glinting in the moonlight. the momentum pinned you together like butterflies on a cork, his arms catching you as you staggered, pressing you to his chest. your eyes met as you sagged into him, hazy sea blues boring into you. you shuddered. or was it your vision that was ever so hazy?

As if on que, an incarnadine puddle spilled beneath the both of you, hot and dark.

you coughed, a slog of warm, vermillion liquid trickling down your chin. your fingers found his tunic and twisted, weakly, desperately. His ribs screamed in protest with every breath, a moment of silence passed, before he slumped forward, his cheek pressing against yours. your bodies toppled backward into the nearby rose bush—a crimson spectacle spreading like a tainted fountain, in a final, cruel, applause.

once pristine white noble robes were tarnished with grime and sticky blood. his fingers twitched around the sword's hilt, where it connected with your back.

a gruesome tableau.

his half-lidded eyes studied your face as it drained of colour, as your breaths slowed to mere hiccups. The world seemed to spin around him in a dizzying blur, his vision clouded by the stars of pain that danced across his field of vision with every passing moment. yet his stained gloves still brushed the stray hairs away from your clammy face. with eyes so hollow at the rapid loss of life, they still managed to hold adoration towards you.

His lips were stained crimson, teeth red as rubies. they barely moved as he wordlessly thanked the gods. you wouldn’t leave him, not like this. not even death could do you part. his lashes fluttered, looking forward, but at nothing in particular.

He thinks he hears sae’s ear-splitting scream, but he can’t be sure.

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faetarou · 4 years ago

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𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 || 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮

fandom || haikyuu

pairings || suna rintarou x reader

gender || fem!reader

request || anon said: suna x reader w/ this video !! // anon #2 said: Hello heard you were taking requests free of charge since I’m cheap as crap 🤡 I decided to stop by. Can you do a Suna x femreader please? And fluff please. Preferably time skip Suna if that’s alright. Thanks so much [from fae: i combined these requests because i'm lazy 😩 anyway here have some of my timeskip!suna brainrot, and this is actually the closest to my non-fanfic writing style i've ever gotten on here]

warnings // disclaimers || literally none oh my god wow this is a first

word count || 0.8k

taglist || @crystal-lilac , @kenmaslov3r [you can send me an ask or dm to be added !!]

Y/N SIGHED WITH RELIEF AS she dropped her phone, rolling over in bed with the words of the livestream she'd been watching still echoing in her ears.

It's another win for EJP Raijin! They're unstoppable, all thanks to their incredible middle blocker, Suna Rintarou!

A soft smile stretched her lips ever so slightly as she finally threw aside the blankets covering her form, yawning as she glanced outside her apartment. Darkness had descended enthusiastically upon her home of the Nagano Prefecture, silhouetting the skyline in blushing pink and ethereally deep purple, stars beginning to blink into existence as the moon rose.

Y/N stayed at the window for a moment, her breath fogging the glass, cold to the touch, before she turned away, yawning again as she ambled for the kitchen. Sleepily, though it was still ridiculously early in the evening (it must be lying in bed that makes me so tired, she thought), she made rice and stir-fry, carrying out the steps without thinking as she waited and waited.

Finally, when she was scooping the rice out of the cooker and into two bowls, she heard the very faint sound of a key in a lock, and the squeaky hinges of the front door opening in loud protest. Immediately dropping what she was doing, Y/N rubbed her eyes and turned to the door, smiling at the lanky silhouette taking his shoes off at the end of the hallway.

"Hi, baby," Suna Rintarou said, with that lazy smile of his cracking with exhaustion in a way that made Y/N shuffle down the tiles to him and open her arms.

He barely needed that much invitation, groaning and dropping his head onto her shoulder, the soft strands of his brown hair tickling her neck.

"Tired, huh?" she chuckled quietly, her arms wrapping around him and resting on his shoulder blades as he held onto her waist like a leaf in the wind. "Early night for you, then."

Rintarou let out a low, tired moan, finally raising his head and stretching out to his full, towering height, a shadow lingering over his muted green eyes. He gave a sort of pout, and it struck Y/N properly just how close he was to breaking point.

"Smells good," he mumbled, a somewhat pathetic attempt to divert her attention of his state of done.

She knew, better than most, just how draining it was to be a professional athlete, and it was this knowledge that had her taking his hands and leading him into the kitchen of their shared apartment. He gave a longing glance at the steaming food that had her huffing a laugh, but she gently turned his attention to her with a hand on each of his cheeks.

"Rin," Y/N whispered, one of her hands sliding down and playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. "What's up?"

Rintarou almost folded in on himself, his shoulders slumping as his words came out in mumbled half-sentences. "Missed you. And I'm really, really tired. Match was rough."

With a light touch smoothing some of his hair out of his eyes, Y/N sat them both down at the table, neither touching their food yet as her smaller hands encased his, tracing over the calluses with an almost imperceptible touch that made him melt into her. She brought herself forwards so her legs were sandwiched between his, their forehead resting together.

"It's okay to be tired, Rin," she reminded him, gently. "And I love you so, so much, okay?"

His bottom lip wobbled, just slightly, and Y/N angled herself so she could still its motion with her own mouth. Then, she pressed another kiss to his lips.

And another.

Soon, she was practically seated on his lap, brushing her lips over his again and again and again to remind him just how much she loved him. Rintarou reciprocated the affection, slowly flicking his tongue over her mouth and wrapping his arms around her.

Finally, Y/N drew back, standing with the monosyllabic explanation of 'food', coaxing a whine from him as she scooped the stir-fry on top of the perfectly white rice, drizzling sauces and spice over them and returning with the warm meal.

"Here." She pressed a kiss to his temple, sitting next to him, their thighs touching as she passed him a spoon. "Love you."

"I love you too," Rintarou was quick to respond, pleased as ever at how easy the words were to fall from his lips, and how much better they made them both feel. "Thank you."

Y/N grinned at him, lighting up as he returned the motion with that special smile he reserved especially for her. "It's okay, Rin. I'm glad you're home."

He looked down at his bowl, his smile still not faltering. "I'm glad, too."

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

#strawberry sorbet #fae's flavours #order for: anon #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #suna #suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna fluff #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou fluff #inarizaki #inarizaki x reader #inarizaki fluff #fae's sorbet

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blackberryshortcake · 2 months ago

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"A Quest?"

Chapter 3: 'Demi-god vs. Demon?'

Sebastian Michaelis x Femreader <3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Synopsis: The gods are silent, the air is thick, and the tensions have boiled over. Whatever shall this lost God-kin do.

Warnings: This fic will contain mature content such as foul language, alcohol consumption, smoking, general inappropriate behavior (MDNI 18+), mentions of blood, weapons, and death

If you are sensitive to any of the above warnings pass this one up.

A routine had formed over the course of the six days she’d been stuck here: wake up, let the dog out of the room, and wallow—daring to offer small offerings to the gods in hopes of some sort of sign. Then, wallow a bit more. And back to bed.

The only interaction she’d had all week was when Sebastian knocked on the door to deliver breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Though the food wasn’t what she was used to, it wasn’t horrible. Actually made good offerings. There had been a moment that first morning when he brought her tea—Sebastian had looked like he’d grown a second head from the way she stared at him as he introduced the blend and where it was imported from. From then on, he brought her coffee. Not without a snide comment about Americans and their obsession with it.

She had prayed to just about anyone she could think of at this point. Small scraps of burnt food lay in the hearth.

A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. It was only 10 a.m.—breakfast had already been delivered. Why was someone knocking now?

A second knock, followed by a voice:

“Miss (Y/N)?”

It was unfamiliar—high-pitched, clearly belonging to a woman.

“Mr. Sebastian said not to bother you, but the other servants and I can’t help but feel that cooping yourself up all day isn’t good for you… may I come in?”

By this point, she had pinpointed the voice—it had to belong to the only other woman in the manor: Mey-Rin. She’d seen her outside playing with Ody and the other servant, Finny.

“You can come in,” she called.

The door handle clicked softly, slowly revealing the woman on the other side. Her eyes were glued to the ground, or at least that’s how it looked behind the large lenses she wore. Although the young demigod had bathed regularly since arriving—one of the few guests with an en-suite bathroom—she looked like hell. Disheveled, unkempt hair, wrinkled clothes, now rotated to the ones shoved at the bottom of her backpack, as Sebastian had taken the outfit she arrived in to be cleaned.

“Finny and I thought you might like to come out and enjoy the garden. I think Ody’s worried about ya,” Mey-Rin said, her accent thick, almost hard to understand. She spoke like someone who knew Sebastian would reprimand her just for speaking to their guest.

Pondering the invite, the demigod agreed.

I wonder if the demon told them to stay away from me. Joke’s on him, I guess.

“Huh. Yeah, you know what? I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

It’d be good to get some fresh air.

She missed home. Not the cabin inherited from her great-aunt, but home. Camp Half-Blood. Where she grew up. The soft grass on the hill, the breeze that smelled of wildflowers, the cool lake waters. The battle cries of children locked in an almost-too-intense game of Capture the Flag.

“Oh really? I’m so relieved!” the maid beamed with excitement before dashing out of the room—probably to wait in the garden with Finny.

The girl sighed for probably the millionth time that week. Along with the strange time jump, it wasn’t the dead of January winter here—it was early summer in England. And though it wasn’t hot, it was comfortably warm. In the bottom of her bag, along with the extra clothes, was a pair of biking shorts and a halter top tank she reserved for especially hot days. She’d neglected to wear them so far, worried about some Victorian-era slut-shaming. But with only her, Ciel, Sebastian, and the servants present today…

Screw it.

The outfit showed a lot—not by modern standards, but certainly by Victorian ones. She wasn’t dainty by any means. Toned muscle, a soft yet firm midriff. She looked like she was well-fed and could kick your ass. By Spartan standards, maybe even ideal.

Ascending the stairs to the estate’s back garden, she spotted Finny digging in the dirt, Mey-Rin hovering over his shoulder, and Odysseus nearby chewing a large stick.

“Ody?” she called.

The dog perked up and bounded toward her, stick still in his jaws.

“So this is where you disappear all day, huh?” she said, showering him in affection. The warm summer air wasn’t as nice as Pennsylvania or New York—where the heat was humid and cicadas cried into the air—but it was still pleasant.

Ody dropped the stick at her feet, clearly eager. She picked it up and launched it as hard as she could. Any harder and it might’ve disappeared into the tree line. As the dog bounded after it, she approached the two servants.

“We haven’t officially met yet. I’m (Y/N).”

She held out a hand to Mey-Rin, who shook it with so much excitement she looked about ready to burst. If she hadn’t been looking directly at her, she might’ve missed the blush creeping up her cheeks.

The maid motioned to the boy. “Yes, I’m Mey-Rin, the maid, and this is Finnian—the gardener.”

Finnian stood, wiping the dirt off his gloves. He gave a small wave, rubbing the back of his neck and blushing.

Mey-Rin spoke again. “If you don’t mind me askin’, Miss… where exactly are you from? I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone dress like that before.”

(Y/N) shifted uncomfortably. “Well, that doesn’t really matter since I’m here now. What I would like to know is where you guys are from. I mean, it’s not like you just responded to an ad, right?”

Nice save.

Finnian was the first to answer. “Well, you see, the young master and Mr. Sebastian found us. They saved us—gave us a job and a home.”

His voice was matter of fact, like he was trying to convince himself more than her.

They must be more useful to him than I am.

She’d met people like Ciel before—keeping folks around only if they were useful.

“Oh, I see. Never pegged them as the type to be kind.”

“Well, Sebastian can be stern sometimes, but only because he cares… I suppose.” She turned to Mey-Rin. The maid was easy to read. The blush on her face and the way she stared at her feet made it obvious—she had a thing for the demon.

I wonder if they know.

Ody trotted back, stick in tow.

“Good job, boy. Again?” She threw it once more.

“You’ve got a wicked arm, eh?” Finnian said.

“You think that’s good? I’ll have to show you how far I throw a discus.”

Suddenly, the two servants tensed, staring past her shoulder.

Less than a hundred yards away was Sebastian. She could feel the malice leaking from the nonexistent pores on his porcelain face.

He strode over, carrying himself with that irksome air of confidence. The kind that screamed I’m smarter than everyone else here.

She wanted to knock him off that damn high horse.

“Mey-Rin, can you tell me why you’re out here playing in the dirt instead of finishing the laundry?”

“Yes, right away, Mr. Sebastian.”

The once-bubbly woman she had been speaking to now a lowly servant again, scurrying back inside.

“And you—what are you doing out here distracting the staff?”

“Playing with Ody,” she said, bending to pet the dog, who was panting hard from the heat. she had barely noticed him return to her side.

Sneaky bastard, she thought.

“Ah, yes. The mutt. Finnian tells me he’s been doing well keeping pests out of the garden.”

“Yes, he has, Mr. Sebastian!” Finnian added. “Just yesterday he caught four mice eating all the flowers.”

She turned to Ody. “Did you now?” The dog was soaking up the attention he had garnered the past week.

“Finnian, back to work. (Y/N), follow me.”

“Where are we going?”

“To the kitchen. To get water for the mutt.”

She followed, Ody at her heels.

“He’s not a mutt, you know. He’s smart—he understands what you’re saying.”

“Does he?”

“Yup. Odysseus, bark if you think Sebastian is a tightwad.”

The dog barked almost instantly.

Sebastian was not amused.

“See? He knows.”

“I see,” he replied coldly.

The kitchen was rustic, clearly commercial meant for big events. Sebastian grabbed a metal dog bowl and filled it with water before placing it down for Ody, who lapped it up like no tomorrow.

Sebastian removed his tailcoat, folding it meticulously and placed it on the back of a chair. She watched as he began chopping vegetables.

She could almost see why Mey-Rin acted the way she did around him. He was attractive—if you ignored that weird backward mullet: long in front, short in back.

“You’re staring.”

“Yeah, I guess I am. I mean, how can a demon be so scrawny under that coat?”

“Pardon me? You hardly leave your quarters, and now you come into my kitchen and insult me?”

Oh, it’s on.

“Well, I assumed you were strong. But you’ve got no meat on your bones. I bet I could see your ribs.” She slid past him to lean on the counter, poking him as she passed.

“I mean, look at this.” She flexed her bicep, muscles tight. “But I guess it’s all part of your weird femboy, ‘I can’t hurt a fly but I’m damn good at my job’ persona.”

“Shall I prove my strength to you?”

A challenge?

“You wanna arm wrestle? Winner gets bragging rights.”

He set the knife down, sliding off his glove with care. A centuries-old demon, about to arm wrestle a 21-year-old demigod, it was almost laughable.

She took a seat at the table. Ody observed quietly nearby.

She planted her elbow on the wooden table, flexing again. he took a seat across from her. his hand slide into hers. his skin was cold and soft as opposed to her warm slightly rough hands from years of wear and tear.

“A little emo, if you ask me,” she taunted, eyeing his black nails and the tattoo on his hand.

Their eyes locked.

“One.” He flexed a bit.

“Two.” His eyes turned a shade of crimson, pupils to slits barely visible.

This was it: Demigod vs. Demon—get your tickets now!

“Three.”

The struggle began.

He was stronger than he looked. But so was she. he only broke the deadlock for a second. her hand slowly lowering to the table.

Fuck it.

Her eyes glowed lavender, two could play at this game. For a spilt second Sebastain swore she had two curling sheep's horns on her head. A wave of nausea struck him—images of gods and monsters flooding his mind.

Suddenly, her hand slammed his to the table with such force it cracked the wood.

She sat back, smirking.

Sebastian’s mind reeled, still slightly nauseous with intoxication. He lashed out, grabbing her throat, her skin was on fire from the contact.

“What was that?” he growled, voice almost inhuman. See Sebatian had never been drunk before but he sure as hell knew that not what it was supposed to feel like.

“Magic,” she choked out. grabbing at his wrist.

He released her, turning away, running a hand through his hair.

She rubbed her neck, skin burning.

“No need to be a sore loser.”

“You're no mere demigod, are you?”

She scoffed. “Not that you’d know. I’m not really a true demigod, I guess. My mom was a nymph, my dad’s a god. I wasn’t supposed to exist. I killed my mom when I was born.”

“Am I supposed to pity you?”

“No. I don’t think someone like you could even feel pity.”

“Someone like me?” he snapped. “You wouldn’t know the first thing about understanding my kind.”

That pissed her off. She stood, furious.

“You’re just like any other monster—waiting for your next fix. You trample over anyone to get it. I've met plenty like you, don’t think you’re special.”

He was seething, she was practically in face now mere inches away, his false breath fanning over her face. He was pissed but somehow his senses were once again flooded by that ethereal smell she carried about her. She is truly immortal which means she carries no true soul within her. She’s a meal he could never eat. A fix he could never get, and it infuriated him. How cruel it is, a world in which a perfect meal falls into his lap but one he could never get, it’s almost laughable.

The tension shattered when the kitchen door opened. A disheveled chef stood there, cigarette dangling from his mouth.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“No!” she shouted. “Ody, let’s go.”

The dog followed her, loyal as ever.

“I mean, what is his damage? ‘Ooh, I’m a demon, I’m all high and mighty.’ Yeah, yeah, we get it, Sebastian. Whatever,” she muttered, storming off down the hall with Ody at her heels.

The dog tilted his head, confused. As far as he was concerned, Sebastian smelled like home and had fed and watered him their entire stay. He had no problems with the demon.

She sighed, looking down at the dog as they reached her room.

“You never take my side.”

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The sun had long since set. It was 4 a.m., and the manor was still and silent, its residents tucked away in their beds—except her.

The cool summer air hit her face as she sprinted lap after lap around the estate. Her legs ached, her throat raw from gasping for air. Ody ran beside her, unfazed. He wasn’t a normal dog, after all.

She couldn’t sleep. Not after that showdown in the kitchen.

Sebastian wasn’t a monster—at least not in the traditional sense. Monsters acted on instinct. Furies, cyclopes, hydras—they didn’t pretend to be human. But Sebastian? He was different. He didn’t just play house. He was good at it. Too good.

And when he lost?

That mask cracked.

He’d looked… afraid. Or confused. Maybe both.

Was he scared that she was stronger than him? She’d had no reason to hurt him. She welcomed them into her world of monsters and quests. And it felt, for a moment, like they were welcoming her into theirs.

So why had he lashed out?

Was he trying to remind her what he really was?

The thoughts spun in her head until her legs finally gave out, just as she reached the back steps. That’s when she realized she wasn’t alone.

Ciel stood on the stairs, arms crossed, an unimpressed look on his face. With his robe, slippers, and the way he leaned slightly to one side, he looked more like a disapproving father than the heir to a powerful estate.

“What exactly are you doing? Running circles around the manor at this hour?”

She panted between words, “Jogging.”

“Jogging? You call that jogging?”

“I had to do something to get my mind off today. This was my solution.”

Ciel tilted his head, confused. “What exactly transpired that required you to run around like a madwoman?”

“He didn’t tell you?” she asked, stepping up and sitting on the steps.

“Sebastian didn’t tell me what, exactly?”

Surprisingly, Ciel sat down next to her. Not too close—still a healthy five feet away.

“I challenged him to an arm-wrestling match. He lost. And acted like a sore loser.”

Ciel blinked. “Sebastian lost?”

“Yes! Then he choked me out and got all pissy—just because he couldn’t handle the heat.”

“I see… And what inspired this childish match?”

She paused, eyes drifting down to Ody, her hand absently stroking his fur.

“I may or may not have called him a scrawny little twink.”

“I’m sorry,” Ciel choked, trying to stifle a laugh.

“I was bored! I taunted him. I didn’t expect him to actually lose—or to act like that. It’s just in my nature, I guess, to start a challenge.”

She looked at him then. Really looked. He was trying to keep up a front, but she’d met enough kids like him to know better. Underneath that cold gaze was someone young, confused, and probably more alone than she was.

The silence between them stretched. Crickets chirped in the distance. An owl hooted somewhere deep in the woods.

“What?” he asked, puzzled by her sudden quietness.

“Oh, nothing. I should go inside.” She stood, stretching. “If you ever need my help, just call for me. I’m more useful than I look.”

Ciel didn’t move, his eyes still fixed on the horizon.

“I will keep that in mind.”

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Will the gods finally make stir and connect or is she truly alone in this unfamiliar world. Perhaps the young earl will find a use for her. Will the demon and the demi-god finally come to understand each other?

Stay tuned.

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Chapter 3 finally done I apologize for the wait. Chapter 4 is in the works. Also interacting and reblogging is the best way for me to know if y'all like this series and if I should continue. Pls reblog if y'all want to be tagged. Love, Shortcake <3 PS. let me know if I should post of A03

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