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[ID: a digital drawing of an original stylised Flatland character named Parallia on a grey background.
Parallia is a humanoid character with dark grey skin, an eye for a head with spiky bottom eyelashes and a point on top, and a tail with a leaf-shaped tip. She is wearing a light grey long-sleeved dress with small pockets and a bracelet with a circular pendant on her left wrist.
She is sat down and looking over to the right with a concerned expression. Her left arm is held bent at her side and her hand is clasped into a fist. Her right hand is held open up beside her head. It has red claws trailing blood that lead down her dress and drip onto the ground.
End ID].
(Parallia belongs to @presidentcircles-assistant)
alternatively styled version under the cut :
[ID: the same image as above, but it is now upside down and a strong red hue has been laid over it. The blood coming from Parallia’s hand is instead trailing vertically down from the claws. End ID].
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The Background Character is Avoiding Death in This Life!
Dying? Hard. Reincarnating into a dating sim? Even harder. Doing everything to prevent your predetermined tragic fate? Might as well give up at that point. The bell tolls for you, but you refuse to let it claim you just yet!
(Leona Kingscholar x Reincarnated!Reader)
A/N: I tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible, but the implication here is that the reader is afab/capable of becoming pregnant and giving birth.
The carriage jostled over gravel as you sat there in silence, clothed in pure white. A marriage to a man you've never met. One that you had done everything you could to prevent.
Waking up with memories of your past life wasn't the worst thing in the world, at least at first. As the third born Royal of the empire, you weren't given many duties, nor were you interested in competing for the throne. All you had to do was study (which you did with ease thanks to your past life), attend balls and tea parties (which at the very least served delicious food), and survive without falling victim to a plague (and the holy magic in this world, thankfully, made this task as easy as the rest). That was until your world came crashing down.
Outside politics weren't much of an interest for you. All you knew was that your older brother, the Second Prince, was a general who would fight and win wars alongside the Emperor, your father. Until you learnt of the development of a protectorate, representative of an alliance between seven kingdoms.
The Night Raven Protectorate was established in Imperial Year 1302. You had just turned 17, and realized who you were.
NRP: Battles of the Heart! was a tactical rpg with dating sim mechanics you had played in your first life. It wasn't the best game, but the art and soundtrack were lovely, the characters were nice to look at, and the gameplay was good enough. Here's the problem: the characters in nrpBoH (as the fandom called it) were at war. War with the Empire you currently resided in. A war the character you were reborn as had inadvertently caused.
The Third Royal of the Empire was engaged and promptly married to Leona Kingscholar, the only Duke of the Sunset Savanna. The two resided in the Night Raven Protectorate, as Leona had been chosen as a diplomatic envoy for his kingdom while his brother Farena, the crown prince, remained in the capital. Leona worked alongside the other diplomatic envoys of the alliance: Crown Prince Riddle Rosehearts, Marquis Azul Ashengrotto, Marquis Kalim Al-Asim, Duke Vil Schoenheit, Duke Idia Shroud, and Crown Prince Malleus Draconia, to establish unity and peace across their kingdoms.
The Third Royal died a year into their marriage with Duke Leona. The Empire, distraught at the loss of one of their royal family, declares war two years later. The Hero of nrpBoH arrives a year before the war starts, and ultimately helps the Seven Kingdoms win the war, capturing the hearts of the envoys and their closest aides on the way.
Essentially the timeline was as such: 1304 > you get married to Leona 1305 > you die 1306 > the Hero arrives and charms the cast of nrpBoH 1307 > the Empire declares war 1315 > the Seven Kingdoms defeat the Empire with the hero's aid, and everyone lives happily ever after
What do you mean you die before the events of the game even start?! And, just to make things even worse for you, your character was barely mentioned and the circumstances of their death were never discussed! Obviously it must have been suspicious, why else would the Empire declare war?! And why was it so easy for your husband, of a year, to get over you and date some floozy so soon after your death!
Okay maybe that last one was stretching it a bit, after all, it's not like Duke Leona had ever loved the Third Royal. When asked in game, all he said was that "They were a suitable partner for me. What, jealous? My heart will always belong to you, herbivore." with a cocky smirk on his face!
And so, you made it your life's goal to do anything to stop your marriage to the Duke from going through. You took a bigger interest in politics, encouraged the Crown Prince to form diplomatic alliances. Hell, you even got your brother, the warmongering Second Prince, the hardest boss in the game, to return home from the battlefield for the first time since he left at 16!
Yet every single action you took ultimately amounted to nothing. Your father, the Emperor, declared that you would marry Duke Leona to solidify the Empire's alliance with the Seven Kingdoms, and that was that.
You had begged and pleaded of course. Both the Crown and Second Princes had fought your father on this decision. Hell, even your younger brother, the Fourth Prince, had argued against the necessity of a marriage alliance. But your father's word was law, and so you were sent to the Night Raven Protectorate clad in your pure white garb, with nothing but your carriage, your luggage, and an entourage of guards and servants who would leave you at the border.
Which brings you back to the present. Slumped over in a grand carriage, with nothing to do but embroider and scheme. Your brothers were not even permitted to attend the wedding (at the Kingscholar family's request and the Emperor's decree), and none of your personal servants were allowed to join you in the protectorate.
So here you were, alone and unsure of if you could even avoid the wretched fate you'd been saddled with. If you couldn't prevent your marriage, were you just destined to die once a year was up? Would any of your actions even prevent the war that would happen in three years?
The carriage stops, and the coachmen knocks on the door to inform you of your arrival to the Night Raven Protectorate. You thank him and listen to the horses being switched out, your guards and maids leaving with the coachmen as your new one announces his presence to you.
"Ruggie Bucchi greets Your Highness." A voice calls out from behind the carriage doors. The windows are veiled, but you can make out the silhouette of a thin beastman with rounded ears. "I will be bringing you to the Duke's Estate to prepare for the wedding."
You sit there and try to ignore your world splitting into pieces. Dread curls in your stomach. You don't reply.
A beat of silence as your new coachman awaits any questions from you, before you watch his shadow pass over and the carriage start to move once more. The ride is much smoother this time. It does nothing to stop your shaking.
You didn't even have a second to compose yourself upon arriving at the Duke's Estate. A whirlwind of maids and valets descended upon you to prepare you for the wedding. You were bathed, dressed and had your make up done over the course of hours, the day going from early morning to evening without you even having a bite to eat, lest you risk 'ruining your figure'.
Your wedding garments were traditional to the empire. Shining white and decorated with diamonds as a display of wealth, a delicate veil hiding your features from the world. The servants beamed in pleasure as the head maid sang praises to your beauty.
"Trust me, Your Highness. His Grace will not be able to keep his hands off of you during your wedding night!"
You doubted it. If Leona had been spending regular nights with the Third Royal, a mention of their pregnancy would have been somewhere in the game (after all, the death of his unborn child would have made his backstory all the more tragic). But you took their praise with gentle nods and thanks, waiting until you would be led to the altar.
A knock on your door came a moment later. "Sir Jack Howl wishes to greet Your Highness and escort you to the altar."
You stood up and let a maid open the door for you. A wolf beastman dressed in armor stood before you, his ears twitching as he offered you the crook of his elbow. You took it with grace, each step making the death knell in your ears ring ever louder.
The Duke's estate was large enough to host hundreds of servants, but thankfully someone had the forethought to dress you in a guest room close to where the wedding would be held. Your garments were made for you to be displayed, as evident by how hellish it was to walk in them, the weight of them making each step feel laborious. Sir Jack graciously matched your pace, the heels of your shoes clicking against tile as you reached the altar.
Your husband-to-be stood in front of you, dressed in Empire wedding garments. Based on the in-game marriage cg, you'd expected him to be wearing the colorful wedding attire of the Sunset Savanna. Yet he stood in front of you, clad in black.
You thought it was fitting for him to be clad in the colors of a reaper. His green eyes pierced through your veil, flitting over the death grip your hands had on your bouquet before returning to the priest, looking ever so slightly bored.
The two of you stood through a lengthy speech about the union of two countries and the solidification of the alliance between the Empire and the Seven Kingdoms. Sir Jack stood behind you in parade rest, while a blond beastman stood behind Leona in a more lax pose.
A quick glance through the crowd saw that the rest of the game's main cast, from Crown Prince Riddle to Sir Sebek, all sat in the cathedral, with Crown Prince Farena sitting with his wife and son at the back. It was, by all means, a perfect imperial wedding.
Eventually, the priest's prattling stopped as he gestured for the rings to be presented to the betrotheds. The rings were simple. Gold bands rested on a white velvet pillow in a white cathedral adorned by white flowers on white tile and-
"-take Leona to be your husband in life, death and the lands that lay beyond?" The priest gazed at you, and you snapped back to attention.
"I do." You said in a lilting voice, taking the ring and placing it upon Leona's ring finger as he did the same to yours.
You couldn't hear what the priest said next through the pounding of blood in your ears, the polite applause in the cathedral barely registering.
Sir Jack offered you his arm once more, and you took it to be readied for the reception.
You could faintly make out Duke Leona being surrounded in congratulations from his friends and colleagues. You glanced at Sir Jack through the veil, and for a second saw your second brother instead.
Your heart ached in time with your hollow steps.
Here's the thing: Out of all the diplomatic envoys, the only one you could ever be married to was Leona.
The Emperor never had a blood heir, his kind heart instead adopting children he'd find during his conquests of other lands. Neither you nor your brothers had a drop of royal blood.
The nobles of the Empire took issue with that, or they did when the Crown Prince was adopted. The Emperor's threats quickly shut them up.
The Empire would not accept you being married to anything less than another land's prince, but the Queendom of Roses and Briar Valley would never accept one of common blood on the throne.
Leona was the only option for you to marry to solidify your lands' alliance.
(It was too bad the Third Royal's death caused the alliance to dissolve anyways)
The wedding reception was a blur to you. Faces passed by and congratulated you and Leona (mostly Leona), presenting gifts upon gifts as the hours ticked by. Marquis Kalim offered you a littany of jewelry. Prince Riddle gave you books on the history and etiquette used throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Duke Vil gifted you a variety of beauty products, with a guide for when and how they should be used.
You could barely eat the wedding food provided to you. You numbly watched your husband scarf down his steak, avoiding each and every vegetable. A flicker of amusement ran through you at that, and a smile quirked up your lips.
Duke Leona noticed, of course. "What're you smiling at?" He asked, voice flat.
You ducked your head down at that. "I simply was admiring how gracefully you cut your steak."
A moment of silence as he looked at you before he went back to eating without a word.
The Third Royal's death in nrp14 was rarely brought up. There were two things the playerbase knew about it:
It happened on the exact anniversary of the wedding
The Empire found it suspicious enough to declare war against the Night Raven Protectorate, and by extension, the Seven Kingdoms that the Protectorate belonged to.
A suspicious death was all you had to go off of. The Third Royal was likely murdered, and all you knew was when it happened. Honestly, it might not have even been a quick assassination. It could have been a gradual poisoning that eventually killed them on the day of their anniversary, a 'quiet' heart attack, hell it could have been a freak horse riding 'accident' for all you knew.
The Empire declaring it suspicious was, in itself, suspicious. It might have been a genuine accidental death, but was a convenient excuse to declare war. It might have even been your own Empire that killed the Third Royal for this reason.
All you knew was when you were meant to die. Therefore, everyone was a suspect. If Duke Leona did it (which, judging from how flippant he was about his spouse, he very well might have), then all you could do was be the model spouse in hopes to please him. If one of the other diplomatic envoys did it, then you have to make yourself invaluable to their diplomatic maneuvers to avoid it. If the Empire did it-
If the Empire did it, then you had to make yourself as nonthreatening as possible to it.
The room you shared with Leona was beautiful. A wide balcony adorned with plants opened the room up, letting you watch the night sky. The bed was grand, populated in numerous feather-soft pillows. Colorful rugs, trademarks of the Sunset Savanna's weaving expertise, lay across the floor. A carved chessboard and pieces rested on the table.
Leona noticed you looking at it. "D'you play?" He said as he threw his court coat across the room without care.
You brushed your fingers over the pieces. "Not really, Your Grace. That was more of my brothers' thing..."
Leona's eyes trailed you as you carefully placed your veil on a sofa cushion, before he turned away as you started to fiddle with the clasps of your outfit.
He spoke up after a moment. "I didn't ask if your brothers played." You heard the rustle of clothing as you put on your nightwear. "I asked if you played."
"I do, but I'm not very good at it."
"I'll be the judge of that."
He strolled over to the chessboard, clothed in a thin silk shirt and pants. He gestured for you to sit across from him as he reset the board, black facing him.
You moved your white pawn to D4, wondering if this would be your wedding night. A preferable outcome, really. You barely knew Leona. Plus he might kill you if you performed badly enough. You chuckled at the thought.
Leona raised a brow. "Something funny?" Knight to F6.
"Just a passing thought, Your Grace." Knight to H3.
A grunt of acknowledgment. Pawn to D5.
You played through a few more moves before speaking up again. "Is this..." You tossed the words around in your head. "Will you be..." Your fingers brushed over the queen.
"If you're asking about our wedding night, I'm plannin' on sleepin' after this." He tapped his finger on the table as he waited for your next move.
"I-" Thank you, you wanted to say, but you moved your pawn to H4 instead.
He checkmated you with ease, barely losing any pieces. But instead of gloating, he simply went to bed, expecting you to follow.
Being the master of the duchy was different from being a royal. You were in charge of managing all the internal affairs, while Leona was in charge of the external ones. While this would usually mean that you'd be managing the servants and budget of the Duke's Estate, in your case it meant that you were doing not only your paperwork, but the late paperwork Leona had neglected to do.
You looked at the towering stack of paper leaning against the desk in your new office. It would take more than a week to get through all that.
Ruggie laughed nervously by your side. "The rest is in Leona's office."
You sighed and reached for a quill. "Right. Shall we get started then?"
Sir Jack, who you soon learnt was Leona's most trusted knight, and Ruggie, Leona's aide, were invaluable to you running the duchy as smoothly as you did. While Leona napped, you had Ruggie deliver the needed letters and replies to the other diplomatic envoys. While Leona trained the knights, you were stamping all the paperwork he hadn't finished the day before. And when Leona finally entered the office, you were hurrying down a lunch you barely had enough time to eat.
Still, you never said a word about it to Leona, even when the workload threatened to swallow you whole.
You needed to be a model spouse; to be invaluable to the duchy. If you did most of the work, then what reason would Leona have to kill you? If he did, then he'd be the one stuck doing paperwork in the office all day.
...You barely had time to eat dinner with him. You entered the bedroom hours after he went to bed, and woke and ate breakfast when the sun rose.
You would be running on fumes soon, and there was nothing you could do about it. Ruggie started to slip you snacks during the lulls between one stack of paperwork and the next. Jack started pulling you away every so often, if only for a few minutes, just so you could get some sunlight.
It still wasn't enough to get you to leave your office for more than an hour or two each day. The paperwork seemed never ending, impossible for one person to do. Until, eventually, Leona stepped in.
"I'll do that." He muttered as he swiped a pile of paperwork off your desk.
You blinked through bleary eyes. "There's no need, Your Grace. I can-"
"Where'd this 'Your Grace' stuff come from." He shot back. "Call me Leona."
"I- fine. I can get through that stack of papers Leona, there's no need for you to burden yourself with it."
His tail swished as he glared at you. "Then why're you the one doing it? If it's a burden, then give it to Ruggie or someone."
"...Because it is my duty as the Duke's Spouse to complete any paperwork necessary to the functioning of the Duchy." You tucked your hands in your lap, twisting your fingers through each other in a facsimile of a hand holding your own.
"Is that so?" A dangerous smirk played at your husband's lips. He started to glance through papers, separating them into two piles.
"I- Your Grace- What are you doing?"
He didn't reply, merely continuing to sort through the stack on your desk.
Was he seriously going to ignore you until you called him by his name? What kind of immature, childish-
"Leona, what are you doing?" You asked through gritted teeth.
"Makin' sure you're only doin' paperwork necessary to the functionin' of the Duchy, dearly betrothed." He replied with ease, holding the larger stack of papers in his arms.
"But- you- let me do the larger stack at least, you're already so busy-" You attempt to appeal before you are cut off.
"Busy doin' what? Sure, my naps are incredibly important." Leona ignored Ruggie's eye roll. "But I'm sure I can fit in time for this somewhere."
You gnawed at your thumb, before trying again. "There's really no need, I've been managing fine on my own-"
"Ruggie told me you fainted yesterday." Leona's eyes flashed as the room turned cold. "I'm not lettin' you do this at the expense of your health."
"It was only a minor occurrence, really I'm fine! I'll take better care of my health, just let me-"
"Why are you so insistent on this?" You froze, and Leona's eyes saw right through you. He scoffed. "You don't need to be walkin' on eggshells around me all the time. I can handle my own work."
"Obviously not if you let it pile up to this point!" You snapped back, teeth digging through the flesh of your thumb. "If you don't want to do it, then why not let me? You can keep your naps, and I can do the work, that's perfectly alright with me!"
"And watch my spouse waste away? I barely see you at dinner, and when I do you're picking at your food like some kind of bird. You barely eat, you barely sleep, Sevens, you barely even talk to me!" You flinched at Leona's raised voice, and he paused, taking a breath. He continued with a gentler tone. "We may not have married for love, but I expect a life partner. I don't want to watch my spouse overwork themselves to the grave just to please me, okay?"
You hesitated, scanning his face for any hint of a lie. Leona's eyes met yours, a steady green. "Alright. But, in exchange-" You looked at him for any sign of objection before continuing. "I- I want to help with your diplomatic envoy meetings." At his crossed arms, you struggled for an explanation. "It doesn't even have to include me being present, I can just help with your appeals. I don't even have to look at any of the documents I just-"
"It's a good idea." He stopped your rambling with a raised hand. "The others've been asking how you were doin' anyways."
"I- really?"
"Why'd you ask if you didn't even think I'd say yes?"
You ignored his snarky comment and moved past your desk, legs shaky like a newborn fawn. Still you persevered, Leona moving closer to hover over you. You grasped his hands in yours, ignorant to the shocked expression that flitted over his face. "Thank you thank you thank you! I won't disappoint you, I promise!" You squealed as you bounced up and down.
Now you just have to make yourself useful to the envoys, and that's two death flags down! Leona seems to care about your continued well-being, which removes him from the culprit list. Jack was way too noble to even think about hurting you (He almost cried when he saw the slight bruise around your wrist. He had gripped you a little too hard to save you from falling during your fainting episode.). And Ruggie saw you as a comrade against the paperwork Leona kept leaving for him to do. (He had cried tears of joy when the two of you had gotten through that first stack. Apparently it had been tormenting him for a month.).
If things kept going your way, then you could probably prevent the entirety of the main cast from killing you. Then, it's just making sure to stay far, far away from the Empire until the year is over.
You will get through this year! And then, once the hero arrives, you can take a backseat and graciously allow Leona to pursue them, then return to the Empire with a war averted, divorce papers in hand! You just have to continue to be useful to the main cast, before taking a bow and exiting stage left.
Surely you could just get through your lines without issue. Right?
Leona frowned as he looked at your hand. Your thumb was bleeding. He glanced at Ruggie, and with a tilt of his head the hyena was off to grab you some gauze.
An unbidden, soft smile came to his face as he basked in this moment with you. He'd been apathetic to this union from the moment it was clear he'd have to marry you, a royal he'd never even seen before. But looking at you, you with your bright smile and your warm hands around his, he could admit to himself that a marriage with you as his spouse couldn't be too bad.
A/N: And that's a wrap folks! I'm not sure if I will be continuing this story, I mostly wrote it to get it out of my system, but if people seem interested in a continuation, I might write one. If you can't tell, this is based off of the many, many otome isekai manhwas out there. If you're looking for a fluffy one like this story, I recommend "The Villainess Wants to Marry a Commoner!!". You can read it ad-free on mangadex.org <3
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Blue lock boys with an F1 driver or sports car racer gf
I feel like some of them (Shidou especially) would def find that sick as hell
“𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫”
a/n: formula 1 and sports car racing in general is so hot i have no idea how they do it
ft. shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, barou shoei
shidou ryusei
this man is your biggest, loudest, and most chaotic fan. he’s the type to scream his lungs out during your races, banging on the barriers like an unhinged menace.
calls your car "our baby", despite doing nothing but exist while you do all the work.
absolutely insists on getting a ride in your car, and when you finally take him for a spin, he's cackling the whole time, completely unfazed. "faster, babe! c'mon, is that all you got?"
if any other driver tries to mess with you on the track? oh, he’s barking from the sidelines, ready to throw hands.
posts videos of you overtaking people with captions like "watch my baby smoke these losers"
definitely tries to bribe your team into letting him drive your car. they have to physically remove him from the garage.
itoshi rin
at first, he's skeptical. racing seems dangerous, and the thought of you getting into an accident makes his stomach twist.
but the moment he watches one of your races? oh, he's hooked. you being the best at what you do? yeah, that’s rin’s love language.
watches every single one of your races with his arms crossed, eyes sharp. never misses a detail. he knows your lap times, your rivals, your strategies, everything.
refuses to admit that watching you dominate on the track turns him on, but you can see it in his eyes.
if anyone talks shit about you, he will humble them. “you think you could do better? funny.”
absolutely hates when shidou tries to hype you up in his presence. their fights get worse because now shidou has something new to clown rin about.
itoshi sae
"hm. that's cool." he says, watching a clip of you overtaking someone in the most insane way possible. he's acting all nonchalant, but his ears are red.
your career actually reminds him a lot of his own. the precision, the discipline, the high-speed decision-making – it’s something he deeply respects.
secretly loves watching you race. he's the type to stay up at odd hours just to catch live broadcasts, even if he pretends it’s “just on in the background.”
never says much about it, but when you win, you’ll find your favorite snacks waiting for you at home. if you look closely, he’s watching you with the smallest, proudest smirk.
the only time you catch him openly impressed is when he’s in the passenger seat and you take a sharp turn at high speed. “not bad.” (he's actually fighting for his life).
kaiser michael
he's already got an ego the size of a racetrack, but you being a literal racing champion? yeah, that just boosts his pride even more.
calls you "my speed queen". constantly.
insists that he could totally handle driving your car, even though he has no actual racing experience. the second he gets in, he’s gripping the wheel like his life depends on it.
“baby, let me drive it just once.” “you’re not touching my car.” “you wound me.”
customizes his soccer cleats with your racing number. tells the press it’s for “a special someone,” knowing damn well they’ll all go crazy trying to figure it out.
watches your post-race interviews just to smirk at how effortlessly you handle the media. if an interviewer ever tries to corner you with weird questions, he will make a scene.
isagi yoichi
at first, he’s just in awe. like, holy shit, his girlfriend is a professional racer?? that's insane.
gets super invested in your races. he watches them the same way he watches soccer – analyzing strategies, predicting overtakes, yelling at the screen like he's your personal coach.
"SHE'S GONNA TAKE THE INSIDE LINE – YES!! THAT'S MY GIRL!!"
definitely asks you a million questions about your thought process mid-race. "so when you overtook that guy, were you already planning it two turns ahead, or did you read his movements last second?"
big on post-race analysis. if you ever lose, he’s watching replays with you, pointing out moments where you could’ve gained an advantage.
but when you win? oh, he's losing his mind. posting clips, hyping you up, grinning so hard his face hurts. "look at my girlfriend, that’s MY GIRL."
lowkey nervous when he rides in your car for the first time. he trusts you, but he's gripping the door handle at least once.
“this is... fast. yeah. really fast.” nervous laugh
totally has a custom jersey with your racing number on it. wears it to your races like the supportive bf he is.
100% the type to dream about you winning a championship and running into his arms like athletes do in sports movies (he will deny this if you ask).
BONUS: will send death threats to anyone harassing you.
nagi seishiro
first reaction? “ehh, that sounds like a lot of work.” but the moment he watches you race? he’s mesmerized.
loves watching replays of your overtakes in slow motion. something about the precision and reflexes you have makes him think "ah, that's kinda like soccer and games, huh?"
the type to fall asleep in your lap while you're watching old race footage. mumbles "you're so cool" before passing out.
if you let him ride shotgun, he’s totally unfazed. doesn’t scream, doesn’t flinch, just vibes like he’s on a casual sunday drive.
but don’t let that fool you, he brags about you constantly. “my girlfriend’s job is literally speedrunning in real life.”“huh? my driving? nah, i just let her take the wheel.”
definitely asks you to pick him up from practice in your race car at least once.
bachira meguru
oh, he's obsessed. you drive fast? he thinks that’s the sexiest thing in the world.
if you let him ride along, he's laughing the entire time. “woohoo! go faster, baby!”
gets way too invested in your rivalries. “ugh, i hate that guy, he cut you off last race. lemme fight him.”
definitely forces you to teach him how to drift in an empty parking lot.
will 100% challenge you to a mario kart race and then sulk when you absolutely destroy him.
chigiri hyoma
finally, someone who understands the need for speed!
he loves how both of your sports are all about acceleration and precision. he’ll actually analyze your races like he does soccer matches.
insists on stretching with you because “reaction time is everything, babe.”
if you take him for a ride, he's cool about it, until you really push the speed, and then he’s gripping the seat. “okay, okay, i get it, you’re fast – holy shit.”
lowkey loves how fierce you look in your race suit.
barou shoei
"hmph. a sport where all you do is drive? easy."
then he actually watches one of your races and sees how intense it is, and now he has respect.
refuses to admit that seeing you dominate on the track is attractive, but he gives you that one approving nod after a win.
if you let him ride in your car, he crosses his arms and acts unimpressed, but his grip on the seat betrays him.
threatens to crush anyone who even thinks about cutting you off in a race.
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BLUE LOCK // fic recommendations
note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works. credit for divider
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seasons
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anyone but you
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another word for homesick. (i want to say your name again)
heatwaves
rosy glasses
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you'll never find a love like mine
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my precious treasure(s)
one pure thing of intimacy an love
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the obvious truth about nagi seichiro's girlfriend
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stars you only see during the day
august 12th
WOAH WOAH (°ロ°) new pfp
it's so cute (≧∇≦)
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