When You Call Them "husband"

when you call them "husband"

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you call them "husband".

pairings: itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, isagi yoichi x fem!reader (no descriptions tho, just the words "mrs." and "wifey") (separate) | warnings: established relationship, fluff, kissing, the boys are simps, shidou is a warning itself

notes: hi guys! another one of these scenarios since you guys seemed to like the other one so much <3 thank you for all your love and support! also it's my first time writing for shidou so i hope this isn't absolute garbage.

ITOSHI SAE

one of your and sae’s favorite couple activities was driving around the city. you loved the feeling of madrid’s summer breeze kissing your face and messing up your hair, and sae… well, he would never admit that, but sae loved anything that made you happy, even if it meant driving with no clear destination in mind until his feet hurt. so it was no wonder you convinced him to do just that on that afternoon.

after half an hour of wandering around town on a porsche, you decided that some starbucks would do both of you well. your little pleading eyes quickly convinced sae to stop by one, letting you order since the intercom was on your side.

“welcome to starbucks, what can i get for you today?” the man’s voice came out of the intercom, the spanish accent still making it a bit difficult for sae to fully comprehend, despite living in madrid for years now.

“hi! i’d like a caramel frappuccino and a chocolate muffin, please.”

“anything else?”

you turned to him, asking in a whisper, “what do you want, baby?”

“just an iced matcha tea latte.” he shrugged. you smiled, and sae had to fight the urge to smile too. it was maddening, really — how much of an effect you had on him with something as simple as a turn of lips.

he watched as you turned back to the intercom, “and my husband wants an iced matcha tea latte. that would be all, thank you.”

distracted, sae started to take his foot off the brake to go to the payment booth, but suddenly his body froze. he furrowed his eyebrows, confusion etched on his teal eyes.

wait.

fucking wait.

sae didn’t register what the guy on the intercom said next, much less what you answered. he didn’t even notice the line of cars behind him and the need to move forward. all that mattered was that one word that fell from your mouth seconds prior.

“what did you call me?” he asked, silently afraid that it was all a trick from his mind fed on his deepest wishes.

it was only then you seemed to realize what you said. “o-oh, i… i’m sorry, it just— it just came out…” you squeaked, bashful. fuck, you were so pretty like that, with your cheeks rosy while averting his gaze.

sae smirked, pinching your chin so that you would look at him. he kissed you with a sweetness that wasn’t usually present in his bitter mouth, and you melted at his gentleness.

“don’t apologize,” he said as he broke the kiss. “i liked that, mrs. itoshi.”

it seemed like it was finally time for that velvet box on the bottom of his drawer.

SHIDOU RYUSEI

peace. peace was all you wished for — at least a little bit. five minutes on the phone to schedule an appointment was not asking for much, was it?

apparently, for shidou, it was.

you were well aware your boyfriend was selfish, and that was an universal rule when it came to your attention. considering he spent a lot of time away for games overseas, you couldn’t blame him for wanting some time alone, since you wanted it too.

however, you really needed to schedule your doctor’s appointment, and your whiny boyfriend was making this task extremely difficult. every time you started talking to the lady on the other side of the phone, ryusei would butt in with very unnecessary comments that made your eyes roll. you apologized profusely to the woman about a hundred times, and she assured you it was okay. she even said it was sweet.

if you weren’t so annoyed, you would have thought it was sweet, too. ryusei was never one to shy away from expressing his love, even if it meant embarrassing you and himself in the process (although he was completely shameless, so it made no difference).

“will anyone pick you up after your exam, ma’m?”

you could faintly hear what the woman was saying, since shidou was babbling nonsense in your ear as if you weren’t on a phone call. it made you sigh, and you rubbed the bridge of your nose.

“yes, my husband will pick me up.”

and then, silence.

it took you a minute to realize that the outside noise disappeared and ryusei had completely stopped talking. you blinked a couple times, confused, and turned your head to look at your boyfriend sitting on the couch. to your surprise, he was blushing and gaping like a fish, in what seemed to be utter disbelief.

you braced yourself for what was about to come.

“HUSBAND?!”

ah, there it is. his scream pierced through the living room, and you were certain even the other side of the country heard it.

“thank you for everything, ma’m. i should be going now,” you told the receptionist. she only giggled and wished you a good day.

the second you put your phone down, ryusei’s arms were around your middle, lifting you up and twirling you around like some cliche romance movie. your prior annoyance melted away in a second, and you could only giggle like a schoolgirl in love.

“awww, ya wanna be my wifey?” he cooed, putting you down without letting you go. his nose touched yours and you blushed with the intensity of his stare.

though you wouldn’t back down.

“of course i do, ryu.” you smiled sweetly. your boyfriend stared at you, shocked and bashful for the second time in the span of five minutes, and then groaned when broken from his stupor.

what a little devil, he thought.

and then he kissed you, intense and dominating like only ryusei knew how to be, prodding his tongue in your mouth when you gasped and savoring every corner of your mouth. it was one of those kisses that swept you off your feet and left you dizzy, and he could tell from the hazy look in your eyes when he finally backed away.

“fuck, i love you so much. you ‘gon be my wifey, baby, i promise ya.”

ISAGI YOICHI

you were usually the one to accompany yoichi to parties — mostly galas thrown by sponsors who wanted to secure a deal with some sports hotshot —, so, for him, it was a breath of fresh air to be your plus one on the holiday party of the company you worked for.

since the company in question was a corporation, it was no wonder the decoration was flawless, with lots of gold and red to represent the christmas that would soon arrive. the soundtrack was mainly composed of classical music, and he smiled watching you enjoying a vivaldi song. it reminded him of the early days of your relationship, where you teached him about your favorite classic musicians such as beethoven, mozart, ludovico einaudi and chopin.

your arms were linked as you wandered around the hall, and, non surprisingly, everyone seemed to want to talk to you. of course they would; you were the sweetest, kindest and smartest soul to walk on this earth. isagi couldn’t be more proud of all the recognition you were getting, because you deserved more than anyone he knew.

“are you having fun, baby?” you suddenly asked. the striker finally noticed he had been staring at you for a while as you drank a glass of champagne. he blushed, but nodded.

“how could i not? i’m with you.”

a giggle left your lips along with a fond roll of your eyes, and yoichi couldn’t help but think that, if he could listen to a single sound forever, he would choose your laugh in a heartbeat.

“you’re so silly, yoichi,” you playfully chastised him, but stepped forward to give a kiss to his cheek. he smiled, circling your waist with one arm and pulling so that your bodies were glued.

“what can i say, you make me silly, sweetheart.”

“isn’t that what love is supposed to do?” a third voice suddenly spoke, slightly startling the both of you and breaking you from your little bubble.

you put down your glass on a waiter’s tray, smiling at the man that arrived. “mr. tanaka! what a pleasure it is to see you here.”

“of course! i wouldn’t miss such a party!” he exclaimed, laughing a little loud for the etiquette of that kind of gala, but no one seemed to mind.

“and who is this?” he asked, pointing to isagi.

“this is my husband, isagi yoichi. he came today to support me.”

with such simple words, yoichi’s mind went silent.

he could faintly discern the man saying something about being a soccer enthusiast and a bastard munchen’s fan — mostly from reading his lips, since his ears were buzzing —, but honestly, he couldn’t care less. isagi’s heart was beating so pathetically fast that if he weren’t an athlete, he was pretty sure he would faint right there.

husband. you called him your husband.

did that mean you wanted to marry him? he’s been wanting to propose for a while. you have been dating for five years, after all, and yoichi was sure there was no one else in this world he’d rather spend the rest of his life with. did you only say that because you already lived together? or did you actually want a wedding ceremony with all your friends and family, signing the paper that would bound you for good? until death do us part, he remembered. though yoichi would love you even after dying—

“dear?” you called him, worry in your tone. it’s only then he realized he got lost in his thoughts, and both you and mr. tanaka were staring at him.

“oh, sorry. it’s really nice to meet you, sir.” he shook the man’s hand, engaging in conversation.

while you watched them, you smiled coyly, hoping isagi took the hint.

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You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath

Synopsis: trying to spend time with your boyfriend while keeping your relationship private… or a secret…

Content: Alhaitham x fem!reader, low-profile/secret relationship, angst no comfort, writer!reader,

Warnings: slightly toxic if you squint, guilt-tripping, neglect, arguing, long intro (it gets good i promise), cursing, not proofread

Note: (Title from Taylor Swift’s ‘All Too Well (10 Minute Version) (Taylor’s Version)’) I tried to make this as in-character as possible while trying to convey the conflict of the plot so please let me know if there are any inaccuracies

—

The walls of Lambad’s tavern grew dim as the sun set; you, Tighnari, and Kaveh sat at a table having a little get-together. It didn’t feel complete, though, because two members of the group have yet to arrive. Cyno said he would be late due to an interrogation he has to do. And Alhaitham… he didn’t really give a notice but you all figured he was busy, being the acting grand sage and all that.

After a 30-minute rant about Kaveh’s clients, you talked about writing a new novel but you had no idea how to start it.

“Questions are overrated,” said Kaveh as he downed his drink, “I suggest you start with an at-large murder suspect being chased down by government officials—not guardes or the millelith, literal government officials.”

“You could ask Cyno for inspiration,” Tighnari suggests. You consider the idea but you figured Cyno wouldn’t have the time. “Or you could ask Alhaitham. I remember he has some experience in that field too.”

“Ah, yes,” you reply meekly. “I had forgotten.”

Hearing Alhaitham’s name felt like a stab to the heart, a curse laid upon you. You weren’t sure if it was out of love or suffering. After two years of dating, not a single soul knew about the two of you. As you asked yourself why that is, you give yourself an excuse that he simply wasn’t ready to be out. That he wanted you to make a name for yourself in case people would only remember you as the acting grand sage’s partner and not your rightful title as a writer.

When he first introduced the idea of keeping your relationship low-profile, you thought nothing of it. You knew he had no ill-intentions with the situation, so you agreed. But you thought the coast would be clear 6 months into the relationship.

During that time, the only signs of affection you got from him were when he was seldom tired from work and came home to you, longing for your warmth and drowning you with the most beautifully crafted compliments you could only dream of hearing. It was the side of him only you got to see. It was almost an honor being able to witness such greatness, all the while feeling like a goddess, worshipped and gratified by the gift of your presence.

Nowadays, you no longer felt like a deity worth praying to; that side of him became rarer than it already was.

The times when you were together—together being with the rest of your friends—you would always try to make some sort of contact with him just to feel the thrill of love your heart was aching to have, only for him to starve you of it and leave.

You felt alone, neglected, desperate, nonexistent, like a forgotten dream worth pursuing.

Everytime you thought of leaving, frames and fragments of his flattering psalms and echoing touch seemed worth the mind-numbing pain you’re going through. You’re the only one for me, he’d say. I don’t know what I did to deserve you. He would gaze upon you like you were a full moon, and you would embrace him like he was the sun.

But basking under the sun is bound to get you burned.

About an hour later, already midnight, Cyno had already arrived but Alhaitham was nowhere to be seen. Kaveh has had too many drinks and is now drunk to the core. And with the hopes of seeing Alhaitham’s face for once, you drank your fair share too. Your cheeks glowed with a drunken flush, a fire setting aflame to your frozen heart. Something he could never do.

“Looks like the acting grand sage will not be joining us,” Cyno pointed out.

A guffaw escaped from your throat, “What is there to even expect, Alhaitham has been busy since that damned Azar did… something.”

You can’t think clearly. The laugh you let out almost sounded like a sob, and to be honest, you were on the verge of crying. You were just tired. You needed the warmth only the love of your life could provide.

Then out of the blue, the voice you longed for an eternity echoed through the tavern, tired and monotonous. “Apologies for my utmost tardiness, there were some issues at the akademiya I needed to handle.”

Alhaitham.

Your stomach hurt all of the sudden. You watched as he walked to the seat opposite of you. Shouldn’t you be happy now? You were just about to break down because he wasn’t here. Now that he is, you should be content and watch your boyfriend from afar. But all you could feel was betrayal, the blank agony of despair, the cruel sting of rejection.

He failed to notice the tears that glossed your eyes, assuming it was the reflection of the light. Your gaze pierced his soul with desperation, begging for him to console you and just… do whatever. You were asking for even a squeak, a sliver of concern, the bare minimum.

“Tighnari, how is Collei doing with her studies?” Like he had a shield for your painful daggers, he didn’t even glance at your direction. Disappointment filled you like a glass of wine. You should be used to this by now—the overwhelming weight when he avoided your leg, another desperate cry you needed him to hear.

Tighnari shared Collei’s progress after seeing that you were okay. As much as you were proud of her, you prayed to every archon not to let her be in your situation. Your heart shreds for the other person, it screams his name like a priest in worship, and all that for naught.

The group laughed at something, you weren’t listening all that much. You just felt… empty.

Kaveh’s voice called your name, “Isn’t that right, Y/N?” The group turns to you, who was dazed and distracted. The architect immediately noticed this. He patted your cold hand, “Y/N?”

“Hm? Ah, yes. Yeah, sure.”

Alhaitham laughed, “You seem distracted tonight, Y/N. If you’re looking to write for the akademiya, that kind of attitude will not be tolerated.”

Somehow you got defensive. Was it Alhaitham’s obliviousness? The way he made it seem like you were aloof? His laugh that mocked you in your desolate state? Maybe it was all of the above. Whatever it was, it made you snap.

“Ah, Alhaitham, akademiya this, akademiya that—there are more things to life than work, you know.” Your voice covered up your attacks as simple friendly banter. You’ve gotten good at sucking up your anxieties and steadying your voice all thanks to him. Now you can cover yourself up real nice when you commit a crime. You have a knife in mind, and you’re ready to kill. “Like, I don’t know, a partner, per say.”

Stab.

The grand sage scoffed, “You know very well I don’t have time for such trivial things.” His muscles flex as he crossed his arms. So these were the words he chose to say to you, after centuries of broken promises and empty plates.

“Maybe you would if you actually made the time for one.”

Stab.

“You are aware that you just ignored what I just said, right? Are you even listening?”

Stab.

“Oh, I’ve been listening. For the past two years, I’ve been listening my butt out for you.” It was scarring how unbothered Alhaitham was; you wanted to scream at him. The tightening of your chest, the prickling of tears behind your eyes, the weight of despair settling in your stomach, could he see what you’re going through? “Now, all I ask is a little bit of sympathy because I have been suffering all alone, waking up to an empty bed, not even a-“

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” Alhaitham interrupted you, somewhat panicked. You didn’t realize how loud you were being, up from your seat with your palm stinging from how hard it hit the table. “You know, if you’re having boy problems, you don’t have to take it out on me. It’s not like I’m your boyfriend.”

Right then and there, your world began crashing down. “Alhaitham,” Cyno muttered disapprovingly, making Alhaitham realize how rude he sounded. The tavern’s customers hushed to listen to your table. You hadn’t realized there were so many people.

Without even looking around, you could feel their eyes on you, whispers riddled with scandal.

“They’re being so loud.”

“Has she no shame?”

“In the presence of Acting Grand Sage Alhaitham, too.”

“Look, the general mahamatra is there; she really needs to watch herself.”

The embarrassment, the anger; it all fuelled you with a feeling you could not explain. No metaphor could capture the entirety of the wickedness of a man. How come he gets to sit there with everyone’s respect while you grovel in your puddle of tears? How come he’s having the time of his life while you’re burning in hell?

“You’re right,” you began, eyes dulled and void of life—of love, “You’re not. Okay, that’s all the liquor I can handle, guys. I think I’ll be heading home now.”

“Y/N,” Kaveh called, standing from his seat to escort you on your way out.

“I can walk myself, Kaveh.” You grabbed your things and took a sip of water. “Acting Grand Sage, humblest apologies.” Once again, you looked at him with utmost disappointment before leaving the tavern and heading home.

—

I am adrift in a sea of longing, drowning in the silence of his absence, clutching to memories like driftwood in a storm-tossed ocean. Yet still, I cling to the fading embers of our love, fearing the darkness that awaits should I let them fade to ash.

Hours after you returned home, sleep had not been your friend. As much as it would be typical, you cried until your eyes stung. It was now 4am, the time Alhaitham usually wakes up. Lost in your never-ending, ever-agonizing thoughts, you stared blankly at the dining room, wondering if he will finally recognize his mistakes, how much pain you’ve been in.

The knob of your front door twisted open, and surprise, surprise, it was Alhaitham who entered your apartment. “What the FUCK was that, Y/N?” He was not one to raise his voice like that, or even curse.

“Of all the nights I was available, this was when and how you choose to talk to me?” Your voice was the opposite—calm, sad, empty.

“Do you realize you nearly told everyone about our relationship?” He spotted a notebook on your crossed lap and grabbed it. “What’s that, ‘I am adrift in a sea of..’ what? Y/N, is there something you’re not telling me?”

“You specialized in languages, Alhaitham, you’ll figure it out.”

The man scoffed, “I’m not a mind reader, Y/N, if you could stop being immature-“

“You’re calling me immature? Okay, what about you keeping our two-year relationship a fucking secret?” The both of you continued raising your voices at each other. If people in the tavern hadn’t already spread rumors, this will surely start them. “Just tell me you’re ashamed of me, Alhaitham!” Then the man fell silent. Serves him right. “Tell me you don’t love me, so you can have a concrete reason to leave!”

“You know being the acting grand sage was never an easy task. The Fatui and other rebelling organizations have me as their number one target, and they are more than willing to hurt anyone to get their way! I was keeping us a secret to protect you! Seeing you getting hurt would mean the end of the world.”

“Getting hurt?” You scoff, “If you never wanted me to get hurt, you’re doing a terrible fucking job. I had to sit through multiple tables with empty seats because you were never home. Do you know how embarrassing that is for myself? I had to tolerate every ounce of contact you avoided because ‘someone might see us.’ In case you couldn’t get how much pain I’m in, let me sum it up for you—IT HURTS MORE THAN DEATH, ALHAITHAM!”

As the last echoes of your argument faded into the silence of the empty apartment, it felt as though the very foundations of your world was crumbling around them. Each word spoken was like a dagger to the heart, tearing apart the fragile bonds of love that had once held you together.

Every word you said stung his chest, the last part beating him to a pulp. It was too late for regret to cross his mind. “I really did love you, Alhaitham, more than anything.”

Those words… he hadn’t heard them in what felt like eternity. All he wanted to do was melt into your arms and apologize endlessly for all his wrongdoings, the times he barely came home, the mornings he could’ve spent with you. He’s been feeling this way for what feels like centuries. If he opened his arms to you, would you still embrace him? Would you still forgive him?

“But I can’t keep giving myself excuses to tolerate all of this.”

He looked at you, your eyes that were once so full of light now dimming of any source. The desperation, the longing you both share. There was so much sadness in your eyes. Have you always looked at him that way? Alhaitham was always quick on his feet—he had to find a way to convince you to stay!

“Y/N,” he began, “We can’t just give up on everything we’ve been through. All the dates, anniversaries, everything we took our time to make—it will all be a waste if we give up now.”

“I think you gave up on us the first time you dropped my hand when I reached for you.”

You were slowly slipping from his grasp, from his future. “I’m willing to give you all the time you need. Every meal, every date, every word you desire, I will make time for all of it. I promise you.”

“How can I know this will be another empty promise? How will I know you won’t do this again? You were never the type to offer everything so helplessly, Alhaitham.”

“Y/N, can’t you see-“

“Where were you during my sleepless nights? Where were you when I had prepared the perfect dinner for us? Where were you when I stood in the middle of the park, waiting for a certain someone to show up?

You were never there, Alhaitham. But I forgave you for all of that. I gave you a million last chances.”

A million last chances… you were thinking of leaving him beforehand? When he couldn’t seem to move his mouth, you decided you’ve had enough.

“Please, leave.”

It was too late for him now. He was long gone from saving you, from saving this relationship. There was nothing left to say, or do.

In the dim light of dawn, you both stood alone, tears a silent testament to the shattered dreams and broken promises that littered the floor like shards of glass. And as you watched your former lover walk away, a part of you knew that the wounds inflicted that night would never fully heal, leaving behind nothing but the bitter taste of regret and the haunting echo of what could have been.

(Part 2 coming soon!)

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violetesensou

1 year ago

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

mlist

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.

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violetesensou

1 year ago

Ah yes, the fresh scent of butterfly pea tea and salty tears with a bit of brie and rougefort . The best afternoon teatime combination.🤌

Synopsis: They say something hurtful to their s/o and make them cry

Characters: Ace Trappola, Jade Leech, Leona KingScholar, and Riddle Rosehearts

Warnings: This is MUCH longer than part one.

Part (2/2)

Read the first half: here

{A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s the second edition, as promised! This took 3 sittings to write lol. Sorry for the boring formatting but I don’t think I have the guts to deal with tumblr today.}

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violetesensou

10 months ago

❥ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 ↳ 𝐰/ 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 & 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Messy, honey Trippin' on cracks in the concrete You're so clumsy Got me thinkin' maybe you like me

➸ you leave a bad review about Onigiri Miya on your food blog. Osamu is a little annoyed about it but mostly worried why you cried so much in your food across of him at the counter.

♫ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄 Good Boy Daisy - Shag Chateau

✰ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 & 𝐂𝐖 (updated as the story progresses) meet ugly (my beloved!!), slow burn, enemies to lover vibes but not full on (they don’t hate each other, they are just a little messy and confused), SFW but will have some mention of alcohol and sex at some point, descriptions of anxiety and panic attacks (chapters will have an additional warning at the beginning), a lot of food mention obviously, mention of various pairings (Yukie/Konoha, Matsuhana, Bokuaka)

❦ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐒 real housewives of Y/N ❁ boyish whimsy

❉ 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗 prologue: dog tags chapter 1 (coming soon) tbc.

a/n: this is my first SMAU ever and i'm not entirely sure what i am doing but when has this ever held me back? it's actually based on a drabble i wrote the other day. it might also be the most self-indulgent thing i have written to a point where it feels semi-autobiographical? just wait until the whole food blogging and culinary school lore drops oop if you enjoyed this, i would LOVE hearing your thoughts as the story moves on! ♡

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* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

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* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

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violetesensou

4 months ago

at age seven, isagi learns two things. one, universal truths are always in the present tense (his teacher told him so), and two, you kiss the people you love (his mom told him so). knowing these, he kisses you under the slide in the playground, because he loves you, at least as he understands it at his age.

at age sixteen, isagi decides two things. one, he will become the best striker in the world, and two, he still loves you, albeit a little more than his seven year old self previously thought. but instead of kissing you, he hugs you tightly before he boards the bus to blue lock, and he takes in all the details of you. he thinks of the smell of your shampoo and the melody of your laugh while he's there, but he never tells anyone that.

at age twenty eight, isagi achieves two things. one, he wins the world cup, and two, he gives you his last name. the kiss you share at the altar is wetter and saltier than the one you shared under the slide, thanks to your tears, but his feelings engrave themselves into your memory all the same. he kisses you again for good measure, much to everyone's amusement, and wonders how his love for you is meant to stay in the present tense when it exists in all past, present, and future tenses.

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violetesensou

2 years ago

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : Childe x fem!reader [ SMAU ]

𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 : [Name] doesn’t trust her dating choices… she’s gotten involved with several losers in a row, and she swore that she's taking a break from love. Oh shoot! Tartaglia jumps into the frame and publicly proclaims that he has a huge crush on the theater arts major! Can Childe change her mind or will [Name] forever be stuck in her "men are all idiots." phase?

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : college ! au , strangers 2 lovers , fluff , crack , tiny bit of angst

𝐂𝐖 : swearing , mentioned age gap (gojo x [name] 😭) , terrible humor , toxic household

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 : on going , TAGLIST #1 , #2 / OPEN SEND AN ASK!

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 : ignore all time stamps cause i make the chapters at like,, midnight onwards. i actually have an outline and a playlist for this so... it'll make me more motivated to finish it. kae finishing a smau what?!??!

chapters utc!