COWARD

kaiser reaction to whenever you kiss his tatooes pls >_<

the evening is quiet, and the air is filled with a sense of calm that contrasts with the intensity usually exudes on the field. michael kaiser lounges in bed, his athletic form barely concealed by a loosely tied bathrobe. he holds a glass of red wine, the deep crimson liquid reflecting the soft light of the room.

you climb onto the bed, your movements gentle as you snuggle into his side. he glances at you with a small, affectionate smile before taking another sip of his wine. the aroma of the wine mingles with his scent, creating a comforting blend that makes you feel at ease; in kaiser’s presence, of course.

resting your head against his shoulder, your eyes are drawn to the rose tattoo that adorns his arm up until his neck. you trace its intricate lines with your fingers before leaning in to place a soft kiss on it. your lips move in a series of quiet pecks, preserving a symbol of his resolve and the hardships he has faced to get here.

kaiser’s breath hitches slightly, and you can feel the tension in his body melt away with each kiss. he drinks from his glass again, savoring the moment.

when you pull back, he looks down at you with a playful, yet serious expression. “i didn’t say you could stop?”

smiling, you resume kissing his tattoo, each touch of your lips a tranquil promise that you understand and accept his vulnerability. this tattoo, a symbol of his will, is a constant reminder of his journey, his fight for a better life beyond the impossible. kissing it means more to him than he can easily express; it’s as if you’re telling him that everything will be alright.

“your tattoo is beautiful, micha,” you whisper between kisses, “just like you.”

he places his glass of wine on the bedside table and wraps his arm around you, holding you closer. “hmm you make me feel like i can do anything,” he admits softly, his gentle voice is so unlike him, frankly you want to listen to every second of it.

you rest your hand over his heart, feeling its steady beat beneath your palm. “you already have,” you reply, meeting his gaze. “and i’ll always be here to remind you of that.”

he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “then with you by my side, i might believe it, mein liebling.”

@uzurakis

°୨୧ NO CONTEST

+ kaiser x f!reader | wc 2.8k | content: fluff, friends to lovers, slight hints of jealousy, mentions of alcohol, they go clubbing

notes: help me i think i made myself fall for this guy even more after writing this shit for him > ⤙ <

summary: being just friends doesn’t mean much when neither of you really want to keep it that way. problem is, will either of you make the first move?

SPOTTED: KAISER-KAIA DUO HIT THE STREETS, NEW BUDDING ROMANCE?

“i like you though, y/n.”

it’s spring and the weather outside is the nicest it’s ever been in a while and you have every chance to enjoy it except for the fact that dear michael kaiser is lounging on your couch, rifling through the magazine he got in the mail.

“right, haha, very funny,” you mumble sarcastically, slumping down onto the other couch where kaiser isn’t sprawled all over.

sometimes, you think it’s funny how he’s portrayed as this hot, sexy, confident soccer player who can do no wrong when it comes to matters with his looks, but then in private he’s like… well, this. his bed head’s a mess, his room slippers are the fluffy-fuzzy kind, and much less high maintenance than everyone makes him out to be. (but you have to stop yourself from staring because kaiser doesn’t sleep in anything but his sweatpants during this season and well, where his abs are concerned, he’s definitely got no problems there.)

kaiser sighs in the overdramatic fashion that’s probably his trademark right about now. “y/n, y/n, what do i have to do to make you believe me?” he turns around, smirking at you as he raises a brow. maybe it’ll work on his countless fangirls, but after being friends with him for over six years, you’re probably immune to it.

“maybe you can just shut up and get ready for your event later.” you roll your eyes, sauntering to the kitchen to get yourself some breakfast, automatically making two of everything because kaiser loves to crash your apartment in the morning. (he really does need to learn about personal space.)

breakfast preparations go quietly. kaiser listens to you—he shuts up and starts getting ready for his event before coming back into your apartment, all fresh and ready to shamelessly eat the breakfast you made, staring at you from across the table whenever you’re not looking like he always does.

“kaiser-kaia duo hit the streets, new budding romance?”

“miko, don’t tell me you’re reading that gossip rag too,” you whine, looking for any excuse not to dive into your pile of work for the day.

your colleague swivels her chair over to your cubicle, looking around to make sure your bosses aren’t around to witness the both of you slacking off. “hey, isn’t he your friend? give me the tea! are they really dating?”

leave it to miko to get all excited about dating rumours. you really don’t know what’s so special about them—kaiser’s gotten so many of them ever since, well, forever. even before he became a soccer superstar.

you remember what kaiser said in the morning. “i like you though, y/n.” always ready with that smooth tongue of his. that aside, if he really was dating someone, you bet that they’d be staying over with him more often than not, and there’s really no harm in rejecting a rumor as opposed to confirming one.

“nope, they just happened to be waiting for a cab at the same spot.” and paparazzis love to snap a shot from misleading angles. now that you’re really looking at the article, they managed to make it look like kaiser’s kissing her cheek. you find yourself rolling your eyes at it and looking away.

miko sighs, leaning back against her chair. “man, that sucks, they look cute,” she comments, scrolling away from the online article before she gives you a suspicious side eye. “hey, you sure you’re not dating him?”

you still a little at the sudden line of questioning before turning your attention back to your laptop equally quickly. “if i was, i wouldn’t be so free all the time now, would i?” a response to which miko shrugs off and decides to let go of as she retreats back to her desk.

as much as you love miko as your colleague, you haven’t been as honest with her as you could. she knows you’re friends with kaiser, yeah, but she doesn’t know he’s basically your neighbour. she doesn’t know that he comes over all the time whenever it’s off season. she doesn’t know that the both of you have fallen asleep next to each other on the couch.

she doesn’t know a lot of things—like how your heart’s beating erratically now at the notion of being someone special to kaiser. it’s always been sweet nothings that you thought would stay that way, and you’ve always been short at realising your own feelings, so much so you were, once upon a time, positive you had zero romantic feelings for your friend.

now? you’re not so sure anymore.

seven days pass and kaiser’s been pestering you every single moment you’re free—like he always does—but today’s kind of a special day because it’s your birthday and it’s an hour away from your dinner party yet you’re not even close to ready.

your hair’s wet, you’re still in your loungewear, you have no idea what to wear and kaiser’s just flipping through the channels, half bored to death. for his part, at least, he’s already ready.

it’s not even fair how he takes just half an hour to get ready and yet he looks like he does. hair perfectly soft, and he’s wearing a nice black suit with a wine red dress shirt underneath, his tattoos peeking out here and there. if he wasn’t a soccer player, he’d definitely either be a model or a very charming businessman.

“too handsome for you?” kaiser smirks as he catches you looking, and you have to spin on your heels to avoid getting flustered (to his face).

“shut up, kaiser, i haven’t found anything to wear,” you groan, making a beeline for your bedroom. you really wished your friends hadn’t booked a high-end restaurant for little old you—then you could literally just throw on anything and be done with it.

kaiser, completely comfortable in your apartment, strolls into your bedroom with you and starts browsing through your closet, ignoring your protests. within seconds, he finds a dress and holds it out, a lopsided smile filling his face. “how about this?”

the wine red satin dress hovers in front of you, and you have to swallow the lump in your throat before you speak, feeling the line getting blurry. “trying to get me to coordinate outfits with you or something?”

you’re trying your best but your voice quivers just a little bit, and you bet that smug smile on his face that he can hear it. “why not? we look good together,” he shrugs, as though it’s no big deal but it’s hard to stop yourself from overthinking when lately the two of you have been flirting more often and serious than usual.

rolling your eyes and trying not to be too late, you grab the dress from him and change into it, spending some time to yourself to recollect, internally cursing him for being able to make you this flustered over nothing at all.

by the time you come back out into the living room, hair all done and accessories settled, this time, kaiser’s the one who’s caught staring, shameless in the way his eyes drag over you from head to toe. you’d tease him for it, but you’re not entirely sure you’re ready for his comeback so you refrain.

as you grab your go-to black heels and sit down to strap them on properly, kaiser’s quick to offer a hand, his lithe fingers taking your heel from you, slowly inserting your feet, his eyes lingering on your face and his thumb rubbing circles around your ankle. your eyes are glued to his own, and somehow it makes you even more nervous when he’s not joking around. when he looks at you like this—serious, like he’s trying to tell you something without saying anything at all.

the way he ties the straps are gentle and precise, tight but not too tight that it’ll hurt you. you’ve jokingly told him to help you tie your shoelaces before but he’s always refused. yet now he’s helping you put on your heels on both feet without saying a word and the way his hand lingers on your calf when he’s done is enough to make you melt.

on some other day, you’d joke with him and get him to let go. today, you’re silent.

kaiser chuckles, though, his hand casually brushing up your calf slightly before he pulls away, gently patting your head as he gets up.

“let’s go.”

dinner is agonising, enjoyable, agonising.

it’s nice; being seated around a table, enjoying small talk and nonsense with the same group of friends, catching up with people like kaiser and ness who’s been away a lot because of their profession.

yeah, that part’s nice. what’s agonising about it all is how close kaiser is to you, how his right hand casually drapes around your shoulder from time to time, shifting down to your thigh sometimes, making you go crazy.

it’s not like the both of you haven’t been close before, but you feel like maybe this time, it’s different. it’s not just the close proximity, it’s the intimacy of it all that has you inwardly keeling over. what’s worse is that you think you want it, him. in a way you didn’t think to think of before.

“you sure you’re not dating him?”

miko’s words ring repeatedly in your head. somehow, your answer’s changed from nope to you sort of wish you did. you bite your lower lip, absentmindedly laughing along even if you didn’t hear the joke at all.

“you okay?” the voice in your ear nearly makes you jump up from your seat.

on your right, ness is grinning as he looks at you, like he knows something’s going on in that little head of yours. you shake your head anyway, but ness shoots you a knowing smile as his eyes briefly shift to kaiser’s arm around you before winking at you.

fuck, is that really enough to make the heat rush to your cheeks?

“y/n?” one of your other friends calls out, snapping you back to the foreground.

“what?”

“next stop: new club downtown! orange, or grape, or whatever the fuck name it is,” he drawls, excited, “you up for it?”

before you even get the chance to agree, one of the other guys speaks up. “hey kaiser, speaking of clubs, didn’t that dating rumour come up recently? the one with, uh, kaia?”

readjusting himself, kaiser pulls away from you, taking a swig of his beer. “don’t remind me,” he groans, sighing.

“why not? she’s hot!”

there’s a knot in your stomach that you can’t explain.

beside you, ness snickers. “tell ‘em what really happened, stupid.”

that manages to pique your interest.

kaiser sighs, resigning because he knows they’ll just keep hounding him if he refuses. “she tried her luck, that’s all,” he settles for something vague, trying to escape.

ness, however, ever the kind soul, expands on his words, making sure you hear every single bit—you’re not sure if he’s trying to egg you on or just see your reaction.

“please, she was trying to get you to send her home, no?” ness’ explanation gets a reaction out of the group, and you’re glad you all have a private room here so no one outside can hear you, servers included.

“shut up.”

“kaia and kaiser—has a nice ring to it.”

and even though kaiser doesn’t entertain that, you feel a little envy brewing inside you—one that you fail to drown out.

orange is filled with people; combining the fact that it’s holiday season and it’s the club’s launch night, it’s safe to say that there’s barely any room to breathe. still, your friends are all drunk on the alcohol, pulling one another to the dance floor, leaving you and kaiser at the table.

he’s still close as ever, his bare hands brushing yours, one of his arms around your waist, keeping you close.

“dance with me,” he raises his voice over the music. the way he smiles so genuinely now managing to make your heart skip a beat.

suppressing your grin, you wordlessly agree, letting him lead you onto the dance floor. he meanders the crowd skilfully, as expected considering he and ness are frequent clubbers. it’s only now that you realise you’d never gone to such a place with him, which is surprising considering your many years of friendship.

as you join your friends on the floor, you can’t help but notice how kaiser sticks to you and you alone, his hands on your waist, trickling up and down your arm, dancing along behind you. even surrounded by people, he commands your attention alone.

unfair.

but to kaiser, it’s unfair too. it’s not fair how you’re so pretty, it’s not fair how you’ve always been. it’s not fair that he’d fallen slowly for you, and now so so deep. how is it fair that even when he tries to forget you, when he tries not to mess with the friendship, that he ends up falling even more?

his eyes stay glued on you, shamelessly making sure no other man gets their hands on you—it’s fucking insulting how they try to get you to dance with them even when he’s right there. lucky for him, you’re not budging. you’re there. with him. only him. even if your other friends are here.

it’s just him and you and he wonders what you’re thinking. are you as flustered as he is right now? kaiser hasn’t even let himself drink more than one mug of beer, all because he knows this is a night he’d rather remember than risk forgetting.

“hey, isn’t that kaia?” one of your friends excitedly points out and kaiser follows his line of sight.

it is her, and she’s heading this way—but that’s not really important because what’s important is how kaiser noticed you’ve stopped dancing, awkwardly trying to shuffle away. it’s kind of funny, he swears he can tell that you might feel the same way about him. maybe you’re just more stubborn than he is.

so he keeps his arms around you, pulling you close.

“stay with me,” he whispers into your ear, and he suppressed a grin from the goosebumps searing across your neck. he guesses it’s a good sign you’re listening to him.

“kaiser, what’s up?” kaia greets, evidently trying to move for a hug but kaiser’s not budging, squeezing you closer instead.

he nods at her in acknowledgement before letting the rest of his friends throng around her for a photo.

once she’s sufficiently busy, he hears you speak up. “were you dancing with her that time too?”

kaiser manages not to snicker at your obviously jealous tone, “yeah, we went with a few other people after our shoot was wrapped up.”

you nod, and all kaiser can think of somehow is that your shampoo smells so nice. “oh, sure you don’t wanna dance with her again tonight then?”

are you testing him? it’s cute.

he shakes his head. “nah, i danced with her a lot that time already,” he teases, though he’s not too sure whether you’d take it like a joke like it was meant to. when you don’t respond, he chuckles, gently turning you to face him. “there’s one thing i didn’t do with her though.”

kaiser’s face is just inches away from yours, the tip of his nose brushing against your cheek and he’s aware that everyone in the close vicinity is looking at the two of you but he doesn’t care.

honestly, he has to admit, he’s dreamed of doing this a thousand times over, always hovering between the decision to ruin this friendship or not. the thoughts were there whenever he’d wake up next to you on the couch. or whenever all of you met up and one of the other guys would throw their arms around you. or in the mornings when you made breakfast. there’s not a time he’s been sure whether this is what you wanted too.

hell, he’s not even sure now. but fuck, if he wastes another minute not trying he thinks he’ll kill himself for it. and he’s hoping to god this isn’t a dream because you’re not pulling away and you’re not treating this like a joke and it can only be because you want this too.

without another thought, his lips press against yours and it’s like the loud music drowns out into the background, getting lost and fading away. suddenly it’s like you’re the only thing in front of him and fuck, you taste even better than he can ever imagine.

“fuck,” he exhales, cheeks pressed against yours. “be mine?”

still breathless from that kiss, you chuckle weakly and nod, both of you earning whoos all around the room. (you make a mental reminder to tell miko before she winds up seeing this online before you get a chance to explain.)

and just like that, kaiser’s finally gotten the girl of his dreams.

“want you, baby, just you.”

the next morning, the two of you make the headlines.

LIPS LOCKED: KAISER & RUMORED GIRLFRIEND SHOW OFF THEIR LOVE

MY DARGON BABES

ME & MY DRAGON

summary — Through the darkness of the night, his heartbeat quickened. His guilt strengthened its hold on his cloudy mind. Such weaknesses for someone supposedly as highly as him.

cw — gn!reader; they/them

includes — Neuvillette; Dan Heng (Imbibitor Lunae) with mentions of Jing Yuan and Blade, spoilers for the Xianzhou Luofu Trailblazer Quest; Malleus Draconia, mentions of Lilia but his name isn’t mentioned

notes — I just got back in all games at the same time (happy cuz burn out over, yippee ! But school restarts in one week so no yippee…) and realized I have a type and it’s the soft dragon boys

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word count — 2.9k (total)

requested ? no

— NEUVILLETTE (1.0k)

Trials after trials. So many judgments that he lost count of how many of them had happened last century. In a way, he is like the waves of the ocean he belongs to. So beautiful and breathtaking. Full of grace and wonders that the most adventurous would dare to cross and defy the laws of nature itself.

Yet, under such magnificence lies something hidden for pretty sparkling eyes. Welcoming different creatures, it is bound to let the hearts of the more vulnerable drown in the everlasting depths it carries like the biggest burden. He is bound to drown himself. Letting the waves reflect his tear stained face back to him. Giving a show as the salt of his sadness mixes with the sweetness the ocean offers.

How he wishes more than once that it would carry his birder abroad. Letting every single problem swim away and get lost in the dangerous wonders its deepest parts offer. Somehow, it always fired back at him at the most inconvenient times. After all, storms are unpredictable, the same way feelings are.

Ah, feelings… Such a vast term to describe the emotions swirling around the heart. It keeps people safe to know what they are feeling, but it also blinds them to what else could be beyond it. Fearing to see the other side, fearing to be met with an unknown and transparent truth. Maybe that’s why humans lie the same way they breathe.

Perhaps, that’s what brings him closer to them. Wearing a mask to hide the everlasting flame of his sadness. If even he is capable of lying about what lies beneath his facade, then the whole world can. His own emotion is but a whole of clouds that he doesn’t dare to explore. For a being like him can also be fearful of the void calling out to him.

A hand in his hair brushes against the pale skin of his neck. His whole body trembles, from his head the the tip of his fingers clutching so tightly the clothes of his partner that his knuckles turn white. Clear tears fall on his pristine cheeks. Even in this state, he is as beautiful as he usually is. His grace unmatched even when he is the most vulnerable.

What brought those feelings out ? Their acceptance. He heard tales on how humans behave in front of the uncovered lies. Deceit gone as the naked tragedy of life is presented like a gift a husband would use to get his wife’s pardon. He didn’t wish to keep so much hidden from his lover, but he was scared to tarnish their love for him by showing them what really lay underneath the Chief Justice of Fontaine.

He prepared himself for harsh words. Even perhaps insults as they cursed his very own existence for hiding so much from them. He would have understood this outburst of emotion. However, he was met with only a tilt up of the corner of their lips. Their fingers found his in a small dance before he felt a warm palm on the already wet skin of his cheek and their lips brushing against his. He was ready for anything but that.

The previously sunny day now gone into ashes, washed away by a sudden rain that nobody understood the root of. Nobody except the one holding him. Securely hidden in his office. He barely let out any tears, only small sobs and a shaking of his body each time he sniffled spoke of the state he was in. He didn’t need to cry, as the sky seemed to weep for him at this instant.

The embrace he was buried in felt cozy, and for the first time in a while he felt safe. In the past, he would have to drown his emotions deep within himself. Letting the ocean of his consciousness carry his burdens deep within his heart. Yet, the waves that awoke by such gentleness brought up everything he had tried to settle down inside the heart he thought he had steeled.

How much of a fool was he for thinking such lies ? Of course he would never be able to do such things. He knew himself, yet he was as stubborn as ever into believing this would work. Just another problem. Then another one. Maybe a last one ? There was never a last one. He never listened to his own distress and instead started to go deeper and deeper into the abyss his own misery became with hundreds of years of repressing everything he felt.

Yet, all of it became still all of a sudden. A warmth spread from the middle of his stomach as two cozy palms rested against the wet skin of his face. Cupping his head as his gaze was forced up. His violet eyes met the gaze of his patient and loving significant other, their smile appearing like a welcoming home and a safe place for him to dive into. For the first time, his home became someone he could spend his life with instead of a plain and boring place he needed to pay for.

He didn’t fail to notice the sparkling of their own eyes. An ocean was inside of them too, yet, it didn’t stop the love in them to flow out and to give him a tender and forgiving caress on his forehead. His eyes closed at the feeling of their soft lips on his forehead. Like a blanket draped over his heart to protect it from breaking apart more than it already did.

If repenting meant loving them with all his being. Perhaps Celestia itself already saw him as a forgiven man. Because there was no doubt as his eyes opened once again. There was nothing but pure adoration and devotion. His soul yearned for everything his lover was, for everything they were, and everything they will be.

— IMBIBITOR LUNAE (1.0k)

The past hits hard. Like a slap across the heart that shakes one’s very own core and bends them down onto their knees. Waters under their feet from their own sorrow at the realization of everything they have done wrong throughout their life — and the awareness that more mistakes have yet to come.

As impassible and unaffected Dan Heng makes himself to be, he feels guilty. Having seen Jing Yuan’s sadness as he claimed to not be his past incarnation. Dan Feng — or whoever he was in his previous life — had done many atrocious things. Such as forcing the once innocent and free of burdens Yingxing into what Blade became by giving him his heart to save the person he was the closest to.

He did so many wrong things, to the point that the past came back rushing like a strong breeze screaming at the top of its lungs his wrongdoings. He spent so long running away from something inevitable that everything came crashing down when he realized that he had to face consequences. It wasn’t his intention to become a runaway, but everyone is the same. Running away from threat is a normal response — hence why the fight or flight response was created.

In the confinement of his own room, he ponders on what he once knew. Was everything he did in the past worth it ? He created a criminal by giving immortality to Yingxing. Wait, no. Dan Feng did. But… he is Dan Feng’s reincarnation. So, in a way he did it. But he’s also not him fully. It took Blade to forcefully stab him to awaken his past form. Still, the ‘real him’ was sleeping inside of himself the whole time. How can things be so complicated even for someone as knowledgeable as him ?

A groan escaped his rosy lips as his fingers ran through his tangled raven strands. All of this was giving him a headache the more he thought about it. Yet, there was nothing he could do about it. But someone else could do something about it. His whole body came to a stop as a hand fell on top of his. Pulling his fingers out of his locks and softly fixing his hair before a kiss was placed on top of his head. He could recognize that comforting presence anywhere and anytime.

An arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him back. He let himself naturally lean towards his lover. Closing his eyes, he relished in that welcoming presence he always yearned for. His head fell on their lap. He looked up, eyes widening. From his position, lights danced behind his partner as their soft eyes gazed at him. They looked like the sun he always saw them as — but he’ll always be too shy to admit it fully in their presence.

He couldn’t control his own body. An arm extending forwards as the tip of his fingers came in contact with the plush skin of their cheeks. So soft. His breath got caught in his throat when the palm of his hand fully rested against the side of their face. Their hand came on top of his. Their fingers interlaced with his briefly before their eyelids fluttered closed, eyelashes dancing with the air in the room. Leaning into his palm, he could only admire how much they looked like a deity as his eye sparkled with love and adoration.

Time seemed to have stopped at this instant. The aching pain and guilt in the man’s heart ceased as all his mind could focus on was the love that filled his stomach. Creating butterflies in his stomach that flew up in his throat and stopped him from breathing correctly. They wanted to turn into endless compliments. But talking wouldn’t be wise. Silence was of gold, and the tongue was of silver after all. He had all the years and promises the future held to shower them fully with fondness.

He only realized that their eyes reopened when he felt their fingers trace the bags under his eyes. Ah. He forgot that he lacked sleep. The burden of the past weighting on his shoulders makes him unable to close an eye at the darkest hours of the night. All he was able to do was to pound on everything that had happened the past few days and pray for it all to be a bad dream. He wasn’t a traitor. He wasn’t guilty. He didn’t do all that. He wasn’t him. He wasn’t…

Their thumb traced his nose fully. They didn’t have words, neither did he. The two of them had their tongues tied in front of everything that was now naked in front of the whole world. Both arms wrapped around his neck, hands clasped together above his chest. Feeling everything deep down him. Every drop of his distress and the misery he currently felt was unfolded just by the quick and messy pattern of his beating heart.

An apology was muttered. No one was at fault here. Both were on the same level. Sinners who didn’t know anything about the world. For the guilt ate them out from the inside like the plague that devoured their mind and rationality. Lowering their head. Yet, no kiss was given. For those lips did nothing but utter lies all throughout their respective lives. Such deceit didn’t deserve love, nor affection.

He felt the need to comfort their fears. As two sinners, guilty of crimes the past let resurface in the saddest parts of the day. Their heartbeat now matched as his hand found the way to their hair. Both let out a breath they were holding at the same time, and their lips finally met. A drop of wet salt falling on his cheek as another fell directly from his eyes. The past set ablaze misery in their heart, but perhaps, the ocean that joined their souls together would destroy it back to dust as it was before those unfortunate events took place.

— MALLEUS DRACONIA (0.9k)

Another storm. Black clouds covering the sky as a green storm was preparing to flash down. All it needed was a spark. The drop of a tear coming from the fae who was calling himself lonely. Living alone was taking a toll on him. No matter how many people he used to know stayed by his side, the fearful stares of the outside placed an irreparable sadness in his very being.

He was sorry. But of what ? It wasn’t his fault and those who knew him were aware of this truth. He didn’t decide to be born with such strength. He didn’t decide to be born in such conditions. Stripped away from his family because of a stupid war, left in the hands of a general who at that time didn’t know what love was. As for him, taking care of the newly born prince was more of a duty than a way for him to know the true meaning of fondness and peace.

He doesn’t deserve all of that. Clutching at his own pillow out of frustration as he tries to calm down his own fury. He knows the wonders of his own magic. He doesn’t want to give them another reason to be afraid. For he means no harm, and all he wishes for are people he would have the luxury to call his friends. He learnt everything from his caretaker except on how to show the harmlessness of his heart.

His mind was clouded with ways to repent himself from what he didn’t commit. He was so deep in his own distress that he didn’t hear the creaking of the door, nor did he notice the figure entering slowly so as to not startle him. Startling him, such a joke for the outsiders. All he was for them was a cold and vicious monster who knew no fears. But the heart that longed for his love knew all better, as he was more human than some who were born humans.

Fingers carefully took the blanket and moved it. Claiming on the bed behind the weeping dragon, his face hidden in his pillow as he hugged it close. Their eyes immediately caught the tail that he didn’t hide in the safety of his own chambers. It was wrapped lazily around his own arm to make sure it won’t bother him — or them. In his heart, he knew they would come, but he wasn’t so sure.

Yet, his doubts were calmed down as two arms came around his torso. His hold on the poor pillow faltered. The comfort already going through his whole system. They were here. They came. He didn’t care if it was because someone called or if they saw the storm approaching by themselves. All he cared about was the presence of the one he yearned for next to him. But he didn’t look back, nor did he move from his current spot.

His tears were his weakness. He wouldn’t let anyone see them under any circumstances, not even the one the closest to his heart. They didn’t mind that. They knew of the insecurities and problems that plagued his mind. As much as he brushed them off usually. They saw the envious gaze as he looked at two friends chatting. The clenching of his jaw when a party was mentioned anywhere near him. The urge to walk away when people cowered in fear once they recognized his impressive figure.

He was currently a mess. The whole opposite of the prince he was. A crying dragon, reduced to tears as he started to doubt his own values. If people feared him, how would he rule and impose himself as the king ? Would his subjects like him ? Or, would they fear him like the humans he lived with in this school ? Listening to his orders because they would be scared of facing punishments rather than following what their hearts desired.

Their fingertips traced the side of his face. Brushing the hair away. Eyeing the dragon scales on his skin that were now uncovered. Such a pretty boy. Who would even find someone like him scary ? His height sure is impressive, but it just hides a heart as whole and big of love as the world — if not bigger. Their lips came in contact with the dark scales, giving him a well–deserved kiss. Right instantly, he reached back. Wrapping his tail around their waist before moving them in front of him. His arms went around their neck as he grabbed a handful of their hair.

He was gentle as he put their face into the crook of his neck. They smiled, it was his silent way to beg for comfort. He never learnt properly how to love in the past, so he does what he can to show his care and love, even with the state he’s currently in. The world doesn’t deserve him in the slightest bit. They obliged to his request, closing their eyes and nuzzling into him as their fingers found his collar. Another small kiss on his throat and they felt the skin heat up slightly. A hum left their mouth, a smile plastered on their face. At last, he was back to his usually affectionate self.

Taglist; @zimelu-eloni-nova-lycan

Mommy And Me!! (Aka the milfsperience/your torrid love affair with the many mothers of your small town) @bju3c0re

Moving in next to Dylla Spade means the bad kind of summer heat, that new house smell, and your husband deciding on takeout for dinner- there’s a knock on the door soon after all the boxes are away, and your sweat stain addled brain completely shuts down in the face of the hottest delivery driver you’ve ever seen. She looks at you and vice versa, expecting cash/a proposal respectively. You’re such a mess that your sweet, homewrecking husband pays instead- you feel yourself going catatonic at the sound of her making small talk (Her voice alone proves some people are just god’s favourites).. Taking a glance downwards, (skipping eye contact to the best of your ability) you spy an empty ring finger. Finally thinking for the first time in an hour, you decide to definitely work on those ‘marry me cookies’ for tomorrow.. You know, to pay her back properly <3

Book club with Rosetta Rosehearts earns you loads of special privileges- free food and labour’s no problem when you’re out with her in town, she hands out parenting advice like candy (not that you’re inclined to follow it), and you get to look at those baby blues for hours while she’s nose deep in your book of the week <3 The ONLY reason she tolerates your middle school pining is that your taste in thriller’s godlike, and with your reputation, she’s even tempted to read the.. Friskier of your picks, but that’s reserved for a night with far better wine and kissproof lipstick <3

Getting drowned by Georgina Leech at the public pool is a weekly occurrence, but it’s hardly her fault- there’s something about that woman doing aerobics that’s breathtaking, and it just so happens that water has the same effect after a couple minutes :) You’re lucky she’s in love with your sorry self enough to pull you out with how waterlogged and pathetic you must look, but she doesn’t blame your human brain- in fact, she might even think it’s,, Cute. In a prey animal kind of way, but cute nonetheless. If you ever find the courage to pull her under the waves, she’ll appreciate the change in tides, and let you be the hunter for once <3

Working for Maleanor Draconia really just means working her up, but she won’t even try firing you for it- love is war, and she’s way too rich to die!! There’s nobody who spoils you like Mel can, simply because you don’t have time for anyone else when she’s in charge of your schedule :( She draws her harshest lines about dating outside the company- always talking about how she needs you 24/7 for you to be even half of the assistant Raverne was, and after his disappearance, you’re not exactly excited to defy her,, So long as you’re all soft and sweet for her, she’ll keep her claws away (unless you ask for them) <3

NOT MIYA FUELING THE WHOLE THING

can you keep a secret?

summary: you've managed to settle into your new workplace with a group of chaotic but caring coworkers who love to chat. the only problem? the new young department head, ayato kamisato, who seems to have it out for you. will you make it out unscathed? the rumor mill is already churning...

notes: fem!reader. this is an experiment from when i decided to have fun in discord. i didn't have a clear way to delineate between the two group chats, but hopefully the divider is clear enough. this may be continued based on interest (so let me know); otherwise meant to be a silly one-off!

chapter 1: say cheese

[next ch] ->

🍄Apothecary in Wonderland 🌿💊

Warnings: arson, ooc

Please do not copy, repost or plagiarize, my fic. If you want to translate it, you must contact me first and also credit me.

Synopsis: The mysterious apothecary falls victim to the dark carriage in the midst of her visit to her elderly father. Now stuck in this bizarre world, she must survive and make it back to her world before the darkness consumes her.

Cat in the rabbit hole (prologue-1)

Inferno (prologue-2)

Taglist: @kittycat246 @wutap @coffee-or-hot-cocoa @boredselkie @krysthalina

rainbows, sunshine ⋆˚✿˖°

pairing: gn!reader x sakusa kiyoomi

content: fluff, high school, no established relationship, no warnings really (unless you consider being awake before 8 am triggering)

also this is the first oneshot i’ve written in like 4 years, any constructive criticism or advice is greatly appreciated :)

you found yourself not being able to fall asleep. minutes turn into hours and before you know it, the time on your phone reads 6:45am.

you decided it would be pointless to go to sleep now so you got up and started to get yourself ready for class early.

you grab your bag and start walking to school as the sun is hardly high enough to light up the outdoors. you took in all the scenery around you, usually you aren’t awake this early. it’s peaceful and quiet out.

when you get to school the main building is closed for about another couple hour so you begin your journey to find a nice place to sit down and read. you settle on a bench outside the gym. by the time you’ve settled down on the bench you noticed the bench provided a perfect view of the sunrise. you didn’t even have time to pull out any of your books before you were interrupted by a masculine voice

“what are you doing here?” he says snapping you out of the trance the sunrise put you in

“i was just looking for a quiet place to sit” you said looking up at him.

he was wearing a tshirt and sports shorts, his hair was wet with what you assumed to be sweat yet he didn’t smell sweaty at all. the rising sunlight illuminated his pale skin just enough for you to see small beads of sweat sitting on his forehead in spots his hair didn’t cover.

“this is my bench” he said flatly.

you looked over at your bag preparing to pick it up until he stopped you with his words.

“scoot over” he said sitting next to you.

it was silent for a moment while you both watched the sunrise, until you decided to speak up and break it.

“so, are you here for volleyball practice?” you asked, even though the answer seemed pretty obvious.

“practice doesn’t start for another hour, i just come early to practice extra” he said cracking open a vending machine drink. “i also just like watching the sunrise, is that why you’re here?” he says looking over at you with a face you couldn’t exactly read.

“i guess so” you lied “are you okay?” he asks leaning forward to be in your field of view “you look like you just saw a ghost” he says with a hint of concern in his voice.

you finally admit to him that you didn’t get much sleep last night and only came in so early since you were awake already.

“wow, that’s rough. i bet you could get a nap in before classes start if you really wanted to though” he said before looking down on the floor next to him and picking up a second drink.

“here, i usually drink two of these but i don’t think ill finish them today, you look like you could use it more than me anyway”. he said cracking the seal of the drink for you so you could open it easier.

you thanked him and read the label of the drink before taking a sip.

“watching the sunset is pretty relaxing, i bet that would help you fall asleep”. he said before looking back up at the sky, the sun a little higher than it was before.

“now that you mention it i am feeling a little more tired than i was earlier” you let out a yawn and got a little more comfortable on the bench. before you knew it you were falling in and out of sleep zzz. you were so tired you found yourself laying your head on his shoulder. you quickly caught yourself and jumped up.

“i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to-“ you began to apologize before he cut you off. he put his hand on the back of your head and pulled you back onto his shoulder

“it’s ok, just go to sleep while you can”. he said calmly “i have to shower after practice anyway” he mumbled after that. you chose to ignore his last comment as you quickly fell back asleep, missing the last few minutes of the sunrise.

after what felt like a few seconds, you opened your eyes to him lightly shaking your shoulder.

“hey, hey wake up, i have team practice in a second”. he said as you slowly sat up.

“oh, i’m sorry for falling asleep on you”

“it’s ok, i’m sakusa by the way”

he laughed a bit, realizing he let you sleep on him before you even knew each others names. you shared your name with him after.

he stood up to make his way back to the gym and looked back at you one last time.

“let’s meet here again soon”

a/n: bear with me guys. this is my first time writing anything other than headcanons since i was like 13 and in the midst of my delusion crazy haikyuu phase. im a little rusty since ive recently been brought back to earth so let me know if this is good or not, i know it could def use so work 😭

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! | itoshi rin x fem reader

— SERIES ONGOING

plot: after your band's last concert, a few days after Rin's, an online competition arises about who is the best bassist. A whole new challenge is created by the new fandom who loves you, but people don't know that you and the bassist of Blue Lock haven't spoken in about 3 years since you broke up, when you were sixteen

— status: started 12/29/2024, finished X/X/X

— it's a smau story, but maybe there will also be written chapters. soccer has nothing to do with the characters here, in fact it's set in a BAND AU

— all the characters are a bit aged up, like 19/21

— PARTS OF THE STORY

presentation of the characters

part one: cover

part two: coincidence

part three: challenge

part four: first poll

part five: mistery

part six: girlfriend

part seven: move on

part eight: new couple ; photos + 0.8k words

TAG LIST!! (open)

@x3nafix ; @kittenish0 ; @littlejapanesesightseeingtrip ; @pan-kojiwa ; @pookalicious-hq ; @kaz-0e ; @sof888a ; @chugging-bleach ; @matchablossomsss ; @lovelymeguru ; @thebestsetter ; @yamsverse ; @princesssae ; @yuukigyatgyat ; @azharyy ; @rwbie ; @bubybubsters ; @swagkittybear ; @syarc0re ; @rink1sser ; @frogsrules ; @hwaassaa

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

MY MODEL: cover page

jing yuan x gn!reader || smau

SYNOPSIS: seems like the Xianzhou has hired a freelance photographer to help with their new magazine. however, this model seems to have fallen head over heels for a certain photographer - what exactly is their story?

CONTAINS: he fell first they fell harder trope, fluff, crack, humor, swearing, slight angst,

SPECIAL FEATURES || broke bitches || one braincell

╰ PRIV FEATURES || fight on sight || suffering.

˙. ☆ : FRONT

PG.01 - booked!

PG.02 - another model?

PG.03 - models for a reason

PG.04 - found you

PG.05 - plus one

PG.06 - rizzler

PG.07 - i will fight you

PG.08 - rizzless

˙. ☆ : CONTENT

PG.09 - one chance

PG.10 - i never fuck up

PG.11 - 2 week free trial?

PG.12 - i’m working, bitch

PG.13 - clout

PG.14 - cut short

PG.15 - priv pls

PG.16 - my one and only

PG.17 - extension?

PG.18 - are you fr rn

PG.19 - me>>>

PG.20 - it’s for the aesthetics

˙. ☆ : HIGHLIGHTS

PG.21 - walmart sponser

PG.22 - wish it were me

PG.23 - purr ig

PG.24 - another booking

PG.25 - soft

PG.26 - square up

PG.27 - omg! a meet-up?

PG.28 - pretty privelage

˙ . ☆ : CREDITS

PG.29 - st3llaronhunters

PG.30 - ending night

EDITORS NOTES: jing yuan please come back. I will treat you right I swear

TAGLIST: @zyphyrr @ohmyfinggod @not-creativequill @klementime @nekobluecute @theautisticduck @aixaingela @kokoki @imma-too-many-fandoms @ceylestia @lunavixia @queencybow @arraxthatsonjah @kiiyoooo @immahuman @ksnu @mikarasuge @kamikokii @rain-and-a-nice-nap @havingnonamesucks @forsh4dow @boomie-123 @ukiyo-ikigai @ratiolove @whatamoodhoney @xiaossocksniffer @sxftiebee @poemzcheng @yawnzbf @organeatter [ if you want to be added, send me an ask or feel free to comment! ]