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😳 <- this emoji but without the blush or romantic connotation. im not blushing im staring you directly in your fucking eyes

amor vincit mortem

pairing: zhongli x gn!reader

summary: there’s a fragility to each moment spent with you, finite and fleeting as all mortal lives are. but you always find your way back to him, even when you return missing fragments of yourself. he has loved you ever since he was naught but a mere hatchling you’d dug from the earth, and he will continue to do so through war and peace and retirement. (reincarnation au)

note: writing for one of my favorite tropes again, zhongli my beloved i will always give u happy endings, might be a bit inaccurate in some lore and timeline aspects but i tried my best to stick close, multiple character death/s (reader), depictions of blood and death

word count: 4.1k

“Hello again.”

Morax—back in the days when he was just a little dragon incapable of much thought, back when the name Morax hadn’t even been granted to him—nuzzled his little snout against your hand.

You smoothed your fingers over his soft scales, an indication of youth in dragons, and smiled as he melted at the simple affection.

There had been a softness to that moment, a memory untouched by the grimness of war, in a time when peace reigned and the three sisters ruled over the skies, not a floating celestial castle to be seen.

He remembers your voice and your touch, the way your eyes brightened when you smiled and the way the corners of your mouth quirked when telling a story. He didn’t know your name then, only that you were a local in the nearby village who ounce unburied a small dragon from the earth as a child and had taken care of it since.

That dragon was, of course, him.

“Here for another meal, little dragon?”

You brought a small piece of meat to his snout, cooing when he took it from your fingers and delicately chewed on the meat.

He doesn’t remember what it tasted, only that it had a soft, chewy texture that made it easier to eat for his soft teeth that were still in the process of hardening as he aged.

A hand ran over the scales on his head.

“You’ll need a name, won’t you? Something to be remembered for all ages.” The sun had hit his eyes then, making him incapable of seeing what kind of expression you’d had. “I just know my little dragon will grow to be a fearsome one.”

“Morax!” You laughed, running as the dragon that was now at the same height as your hips chased you across the clearing. “I told you, no more meat or else you’ll become overweight!”

It wasn’t about the meat, he remembers, it was how you always seemed to shine brightest when you were running about without a care for the world around you. He’d only wanted to keep that smile on your face.

You leaned on your knees, gasping for breath, and still, you shone as radiant as the sun to his eyes.

You struggled with carting a box full of all sorts of fruit and cooked meat. He used his hardened snout to help you push the cart near the entrance of the cave he usually dwelled in.

“Thank you.” You softly patted the scales beneath his chin. “I’m not as young and spritely as I used to be.”

He huffed an indignant snort as if to disagree with you. A soft exhale left your mouth, fondness evident in the quirk of your lips.

“You understand me, don’t you? You always have, my smart little dragon.”

He sat beside you, quiet and solemn as you hummed a tune beneath your breath.

“Morax,” you started, something different in the inflection of your voice. It never returned back to its normal cadence after you caught an illness that had lasted a year and nearly took your life. “I’m not long for this world—”

He shifted in protest, a snarl in his throat that you wave away with a wrinkled hand.

“Don’t be so upset,” you soothed, “It’s simply the way of life.”

You ran a hand through the underside of his chin, feeling the hardened scales that will continue to grow stronger until it can withstand the force of steel—or a meteor.

“You’ll live for a long, long time, and by the time you reach your prime, I will be nothing but a distant memory to you.”

He remembers disagreeing but never outright conveying it to you. He had thought you understood what his silence meant. If only he’d been able to speak back then, he would have spent hours upon hours telling you how much you meant to the little dragon you had dug up from the earth.

You laid down for a nap beside him, still managing to look at him with those bright eyes of yours amidst a face weathered by time.

“My little Morax, you’re as big as a house now, aren’t you?” You had softly pet the side of his head as he curled around you. “Wake me up when the sun rises, okay? I want to hand feed you meat like I used to...”

He closed his eyes and let dreams sweep him away once he felt you fall into a deep sleep.

In the morning, he would awake to the sun casting light over him and the stillness by his side.

You never woke up again.

He took to guarding your small village from petty thieves and the occasional mercenaries sent by neighboring villages. It’s what you would’ve wanted, he thought then. You had no family, but the elders and the children and the workers you’d made friends with were dear to you, and so, they were dear to him as well.

Word spread of a village being granted the protection of a mighty dragon. More people came asking for shelter and to settle in, he never showed protest to it.

Years passed, the village grew, and he continued to wonder what it would have been like to watch over these people with you by his side.

He remembers days spent lounging in the clearing he buried your body in, an era where peace still reigned and rest was not yet a luxury he couldn’t afford.

You appeared on the second century after your passing, wide-eyed and mouth parted in awe as you stared at the large town that used to be your homely little village.

“Morax?”

He had thought it a dream then, a mirage his mind consumed. There was simply no fathomable way you were here in the flesh, alive and whole and young—so much younger than he remembered you being.

But your eyes were still the same, still as bright and resplendent as the sun. You were here. You were real.

He doesn’t know how he ever managed not to squish you beneath his weight back when he’d been young and excited with less restraint to his actions. It is a memory he remembers fondly, stored tightly within his chest, a moment of peace amidst the war looming on the horizon.

It was a comical sight, a human holding their arms out to their side yet still not managing to encompass the entirety of a dragon’s snout. He used to fit so snugly at the palm of your hand.

“Look how big you’ve grown.” You press your lips to a single scale, already as large as your head. “I have missed you, old friend.”

It was a worry that niggled at the back of his head amidst questions of how you came back and why you remember him.

Morax, for all his years alive that would seem many to mortals, was still but a young dragon then. Even when he was roughly the size of five houses.

He didn’t want to see you grow old, to watch as time eroded your spirit and left nothing but a husk of what you once were. The thought of having to relive those days when you could barely stand up to meet him at the clearing outside your village made him want to curl up and burrow deep into the earth.

He didn’t want to sleep beside you only to awake to the sight of your chest still and your breaths nonexistent.

He didn’t want to watch you die again.

The choice was taken out of his hands when he returned to his town—your town, just as much as it is his—and found it burning.

“There’s a nearby village that needs your help. Go, Morax, lend your hand to those who need it,” you had told him as you caressed his scales, and he had obeyed, because while the elders and the people come to him with their pleas and their wishes, he will only ever answer to you.

It had been a trick to place his attention away from your town.

He learned what anger meant that day, learned what it felt to crush a house beneath his claws and how to move the earth to his will and what it meant to take a life.

He was young and furious and mourning. It is a dark memory he doesn’t like to dwell on, full of pain and regret and the vicious sense of satisfaction that came with killing. It was the first time he had ever shed blood. It wouldn’t be the last.

As he watched the village be buried beneath the earth and the stone he’d called upon, he turned his back and made the long trek back to a home that was now nothing but ash and dust.

And as he rooted through the rubble in the vain hope of finding your body to bury, Morax learned what it meant to be an unwilling participant in a war.

It was as if fate was paying back the abundance of time you’d spent with him in your first life with short moments that were always cut too soon.

In your third life, you found him sleeping on the remains of what was once your town. You had wept and embraced him as much as you could, and he, in turn, tried to convey how much he had missed you.

The two of you traveled together for a while, and that life was where you rode on his back for the first time as he soared the skies.

“They’re like your eyes,” you once said, holding onto his scales as he flew above the clouds, the light of the setting sun casting the two of you in molten gold, “Golden. It’s been my favorite color ever since I first saw you open your eyes. They always shine so bright.”

You died that same day, having encountered a vengeful deity after he set foot on the ground. He had won that fight, but he wasn’t able to protect you.

It was in a battlefield that he saw you again.

He remembers how the small deity’s blood had felt upon his tongue, dripping down sharp teeth and soaking the battle happening in the ground below with blood. It had been sunny then, he remembers, when he descended from the skies in triumph and looked down the masses gazing at him with fear.

And then there was you.

Blood and dirt and other unnamable things clung to you like a second skin as you clumsily held a spear close to your chest, but you had beamed at the sight of him and yelled out his name.

“Morax!”

It was short-lived.

It had been a stray arrow, they would later plead with tears and mud streaking through their terror-filled faces. But all he cared about at that time was that one moment you dropped your spear to run to him, and the next you were falling to the ground, an arrow lodged right where your heart lay.

He left that field bloodied with corpses, your body strewn on his back as he flew to the clearing in your first life. There, he buried you beside your other incarnations.

“I’d like to settle one day, once all the fighting and killing has stopped. Maybe in a house overlooking the sea. Somewhere surrounded by mountains. Just a place where there’d be lots of space for you too.”

You leaned against the bulk of his frame, burrowed in a cliffside to wait out the fight between two gods happening on the other side of the lake.

“That was never there before,” you said, squinting at the castle in the sky as you laid on his back.

He rumbled his agreement.

You sighed, hearing the war going on below and wondering when it was all going to end.

“The stars don’t shine as bright as they used to.”

“Are you alright?!” You yelled as you frantically helped the woman—a deity—up from the ground.

Morax’s thundering roars echoed in the air as he summoned pillars from the earth and shattered the feeble ice that the opposing god put up.

The woman stared at you with wide eyes, noticing how labored your breathing was but otherwise looking unbothered by the fight happening in front of you.

“Are you not worried…?” She asked, her voice sounding as delicate as she looked.

You turned to her with a grin you’d hoped was encouraging. “There’s nothing to fear, Morax is strong!” Then, you offered her your hand. “Here, you can hold my hand if you’re afraid.”

She accepted it, feeling the tremors in her fingers calm at the warmth emanating from your palm.

“Guizhong,” she suddenly said, looking up at you, her heart racing. “Forgive my rudeness but… my name is Guizhong.”

You smiled, as bright and lovely as Morax would have described had he been there to see it. “Allow us to lend you and your people a hand, Guizhong!”

And for the first time since the war began, she felt hope blossom in her chest.

“Which life is this now?” Guizhong asked him.

“Nineteenth,” he answered, more of a growl that resembled a word. Morax, in his newly obtained form, was still not used to the ways of mortals, namely, the fact that he can now speak his thoughts out loud.

You were conversing with Cloud Retainer, something regarding a weapon that could be used to help the war. The mechanics were lost to him. For all that he could now be considered a deity, for all that the people have started calling him Rex Lapis, he was still so oblivious to the ways of the world.

Guizhong placed a hand on his shoulder, a reassuring smile on her deceptively gentle face. On that day, she promised to help him protect you.

And that life was one of the few where he got to watch you grow old.

“You don’t know how to read?” Guizhong asked you, surprise coloring her face.

You sheepishly laughed, “I’ve never been taught in all the lives I’ve lived. And most of my time with Morax was spent fighting and running from the war.”

You looked down your hands, feeling the smooth, unblemished skin of them. Young and unscarred. There had been a large gash that ran across your back in your previous life, and when the night got too cold and you were left alone with your thoughts, you felt the ache of thousands upon thousands of wounds you’d collected throughout your lives.

A dainty hand covered your own. You looked up to see Guizhong watching you with a fond smile.

“Let me teach you, then.”

Guizhong always invited you to sing to the glaze lilies scattered around the Assembly. She claimed your voice was like a melody that soothed the flowers to bloom.

In truth, she only wanted to hear you sing.

“No, that’s not how you hold chopsticks, Morax!” You laughed, taking hold of his hand and rearranging the chopsticks haphazardly held in his fingers. “There, much better.”

His fingers remained clumsy, unused to such sensations, but you promised him that he’ll get used to it in no time.

You slowly guided him through each step, gently correcting a mistake in his footwork and adjusting the spear in his hand when needed.

Morax was a fast learner.

Soon, he would develop his own way of wielding the spear, but for now, you coached him through the right techniques and laughed whenever he dropped the spear in a spin.

“The moon,” he suddenly said, looking at you with wide, earnest eyes.

“Yes, what about it?”

He seemed to struggle with finding the right words to convey what he wanted to say. You patiently sat and waited for him to gather himself.

“It’s beautiful tonight.” Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Isn’t it?”

You tilted your head to the sky, a nostalgic smile on your lips, lost in memories of days spent lazing about in that old clearing and staring at the starry sky. “It is.”

His hand felt warm around yours.

“I don’t want to die anymore.”

He held you as your blood seeped from your clothes and painted the grass a dark shade of red. It was a slow process, bleeding out, to wait for your blood to drain until your heart stopped beating and your eyes lost the light in them.

“Morax.”

You were crying, clutching your side where a god had pierced their blade clean through. You were dying so slowly, yet there was no time to get a healer.

“Please.”

Your eyes begged for an end to this pain.

His tears fell and mixed with your blood.

On your twenty-ninth life, he cradled your head to his chest and wept as he gave you a quick, painless death.

When he saw you again, he held you until the sun disappeared and his arms felt numb before reluctantly pulling away.

You held his face between the palm of your hands and kissed his forehead, your eyes red and smile brittle at the edges.

“I’ve missed you,” was all you said before you leaned close.

Your lips felt impossibly soft against his.

“Morax,” you whispered against his skin, on your thirty-first life when he finally found the courage to show you what being loved by him meant. “I love you.”

It was the first time you spoke those words to him.

It wouldn’t be the last.

He kept you awake all night, ignoring the war happening around him and pretending, just for a moment, that the world only consisted of you and him.

During your forty-second life, an anomaly happened.

He and the rest of the adepti were unable to gauge how it happened. Guizhong, for all her smarts, was not able to discern the reason for it either.

And then there was no time to ponder upon it anymore, because Osial attacks the Guili Assembly, and not only does he lose you, he also loses a friend.

Her last words to him consisted of a riddle and a memento in the form of a lock. “I never stopped searching for a reason. I think… this may be it.”

And in her eyes, he saw a confession — she had loved you too.

Thousands of years later and he is still no closer to opening it, and thus, no closer to figuring out what caused the loss of your memories.

On some lives, you remember, eyes lighting up with recognition as you abandoned everything you’d been doing to run into his arms.

“Morax,” you would whisper as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

On some lives, you would pass by him with blank eyes, the same lilt to your voice but without the fondness that came with it.

“Hello again,” he’d say.

You would smile awkwardly. “Hello?”

And he would mourn you all over again.

“He’s suffered enough, hasn’t he?”

Your words were enough to still Morax’s spear.

You knelt in front of the young-looking deity, offering your palm to him. “We will not shackle you, and neither will we force you to serve.”

His eyes were wary, yet so incredibly full of disbelief and hidden hope.

You gave him a smile you hoped was as gentle as it seemed.

Rough, battle-hardened hands clasped onto yours like a salvation.

“Please,” he whispered, something so undeniably broken in his tone as looked up at you the same way one might look up at the stars.

Later on, Morax would name that young deity Xiao.

There were tales and poems written about you. Rex Lapis and his undying lover.

It was widely romanticized and highly inaccurate. For one, he didn’t meet you in your first life as a large and intimidating dragon. He was naught but a hatchling you used to feed fruits and meat with a childish laugh. The two of you had grown up together, but where you had grown old, he remained young, a dragon who hadn’t even reached a fourth of his lifespan.

You always laughed as you read to him some of the more outlandish ones, in those lives where you remembered enough to love him as deeply as you used to.

“‘And they fornicated upon the moonlit night, a dragon and a mortal—’ I’m sorry, I can’t take this seriously.” You burst into a fit of giggles, leaning against him on your shared bed as the book you’d been holding fell to the side, forgotten.

“Shall I have a word with the authors of such books?”

“No, no!” You were quick to refuse, placing both palms on his cheeks and grinning. “They’re amusing to read. Perhaps I should commission a play, that would be so entertaining…”

He gazed at you fondly, cherishing each precious, limited time the two of you have.

When he ascended the throne of Celestia, you were the first person to greet him upon returning to Liyue.

There was a nervous edge to your smile, but still, it came as naturally as breathing to you. You often questioned it, how everything just seemed to come easily for you.

“I think I know you,” you once told him a week after you met in this life, “I just can’t remember where.”

And you would always come across the numerous retellings of your lives, hands shaking and so full of regret and grief for a life you could never quite recall.

You never failed to apologize to him after.

I’m sorry I forgot.

I’m sorry I can’t remember.

I’m sorry I don’t love you.

It became increasingly frequent with each century that passed. Only one incarnation of you every six lives remembered your past.

He made you love him in each one. Even if he had to start from the bottom, even when you looked at him without a spark of familiarity, even when it hurt—he never failed to capture your heart again and again.

The Cataclysm happened in a lifetime where you remembered.

Morax, to this day, wishes it hadn’t been the case. Perhaps then, you wouldn’t have insisted on fighting alongside him.

Perhaps then, you wouldn’t have died so early.

Your body was left beneath the rubble and ruins of Khaenri’ah’s Royal Palace. The only thing that stopped him from upturning it to search for you was the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles.

In the twentieth year after the destruction of Khaenri’ah, he made a contract with a golden haired traveler who carried the aura of the stars.

Five years after the contract was signed, your body was returned to Liyue in a casket covered with Inteyvat flowers.

He remembers waiting, and waiting, and waiting a little more until he looked up and realized that four hundred years had passed without you.

He searched each nation, visiting village upon village, hoping to hear news of you or a past life of yours having lived there, but there was nothing.

It was as if you had simply ceased to exist.

He refused to believe it.

Mountain Shaper advised him to rest.

It was strange to walk the streets of Liyue again after a hundred years of absence. He never failed to appear during the Rite of Descension, but taking on his draconic form and parading as a mortal man were two different things. And the latter, he found in all the years he’d been ruling Liyue, was much more preferable than the former.

Conversations flowed around him, and he wondered what you would have been doing had you been here with him.

He stared into the Harbor, smiling as he remembered your quiet musings during the early days of the Archon War.

I’d like to settle one day, once all the fighting and killing has stopped. Maybe in a house overlooking the sea. Somewhere surrounded by mountains. Just a place where there’d be lots of space for you too.

Settle.

It was a wishful thought, but…

He turned on his heel, mind made up.

If he couldn’t look for you, then he would have to wait for you to come to him. In the meantime, he would arrange the finest house for you to live in peace after five hundred years of being apart and a lifetime of war and bloodshed.

Morax—Zhongli sits at a table at Third-Round Knockout, leisurely sipping tea as he listens to the story teller regale the tragic tale of your second life. A little inaccurate, on a few accounts, but for the most part, it was as he remembers it.

The tea tastes exceptionally sweet today. A good omen, perhaps.

He feels the vibrations from the ground, telling of a person approaching him from behind. He lets whoever it is get close, unable to detect any malicious intent.

“That’s completely false. I, for one, never ‘wept in delight as I was reunited with my dragon lover’.”

He nearly drops his tea in shock.

He turns his head to the right, his heart in his throat as he hopes and begs that his ears did not deceive him. He sucks in a breath—

And meets the loveliest pair of eyes gazing down at him with mirth.

You smile.

“Hello again.”

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violetesensou

8 months ago

LOL

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violetesensou

8 months ago

𝐎𝐇, 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐁 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄

summary: itoshi rin has never been good at keeping secrets. this fact becomes increasingly clear when you catch him in the middle of his part time nightly activities of saving the world.

tags: f!reader, spiderman au, kissing, spiderman rin, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, stubborn rin, rin is touchy, hopeless fools in love

wc: 1.3k

prompts: "i'll carry you." + "when were you planning on telling me this?" + "you're not going alone." + "i'm coming with you whether you like it or not." + "i need to know if you're okay."

your childhood friend, itoshi rin, has always been stubborn. in elementary school, he insisted on giving his share of broccoli over to you every recess because he claims it'll finally trigger your growth spurt.

it never came even after eating his portions for a whole year, and you bickered every day because of it.

now, you're both turning 21, and he's still the same stubborn boy he was. the only difference is his height and the skintight spandex that now covers his face and muscular body.

"itoshi rin, put me down!"

your voice is shrill, your fists banging against his chest. he has you in his hold, one hand around your waist as he keeps you both suspended midair with a web in his other. "i swear! i'm going to tell your mother about this."

the rain drips into your eyes, blurring the image you have of him. you can't see his eyes, not with the mask covering them. you wonder how he's able to see from behind the horrid thing. you know he's going to scowl if you ask.

"ma'am." his voice sounds gruff from behind his mask, deeper than what you know it to be.

you roll your eyes, scoffing because the cover-up attempt is nothing but desperate. after all, if anyone would know the sound of his voice, it's you. "please be quiet, you might wake up the whole neighborhood."

"sir," you parrot, your tone drowning in sarcasm. "i think it's best to put me down before i punch your pretty face."

his silence does nothing to sway your glare, it only worsens it.

"ma'am-"

"quit it." the rain pelts against you both, and you eye him in anger and concern. you've seen the news, you know he's been soaked and drenched for the past two hours.

spiderman may be able to take a punch but rin, your best friend who sneezes every second when rainy season comes along, has always had a weak immune system. "i know it's you. let me go."

he sighs from behind his mask, and you perk, ready to finally feel the pavement under you again. you scowl when he wraps his arm around you tighter, shaking his head. "i'll carry you. just stay still."

he doesn't let you answer. the wind roars against your ears as rin swings you both through the busy street. you squeak, hiding your face in his neck as you latch onto him with all your strength.

you're trembling when you reach your fire escape and he doesn't let go, not even when your feet finally touch solid ground.

"hey."

his tone is smooth as he adjusts your position, moving so that the rain hits his back and not you. his hand glides from your waist, up your back, and to the side of your neck. it lingers there, a steady warmth you can rely on. "we're home."

your prolonged silence worries him more than the way you're shaking. rin can only sigh as he lifts you up, carrying you bridal style through the balcony and into your bathroom.

"what do you think you're doing?!" you gasp, floundering around in his arms before stilling. you watch as he treks puddles of water into your apartment and you sigh, deflating at the idea of mopping. "you're an asshole, spidey."

you feel his chuckle as much as you hear it.

your bathtub is big, a moving present from one of your grandparents. it functions as a stool when rin places you on the edge, slotting himself between your parted legs.

"i need to know if you're okay."

his lips curl around the syllables of your name and it sends a heat through you. since when has rin ever said your name so softly? "i need to know if you're hurt."

"i'm fine," you sigh. there are words unsaid between you, tension that threatens to snap like a coil. the ring on your finger is shiny, and you feel looking at it is better than looking at him. "thanks for the lift home."

a gloved hand encases yours. you watch, silently enraptured as rin leads your hand to the edge of his mask. his hand then trails down to wrap around your wrist, letting you do whatever you wish.

he's always been hopeless when it comes to you.

in one swift movement, obsidian hair tumbles down his face, covering the teal of his eyes. the color contrasts with the bright blue and red of his mask. you realize belatedly that his bangs have grown, covering the sight that's been your favorite since fifth grade.

silence stretches a minute into a lifetime, and rin can only watch as you pick and prod at the mask in your hand. his hand lingers on your wrist, gently squeezing before it slides down to your waist.

"how are you even able to see through this thing?"

your attempt of a joke is weak, and even rin knows this. he sighs, running a hand through his hair, before leaning down to press his forehead against yours.

"ask," his whispers, his voice raspy. his eyelashes flutter and you curse whatever god there is because the thought of keeping your relationship with him strained leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

"when were you planning on telling me this?" your gaze moves from his face and you motion down his body. "were you ever going to?"

"i was," his reply comes, strained. you quirk an eyebrow because as stubborn as he is, rin's never been a good liar. "sometime in the near future."

"did you think i wasn't going to notice?"

you watch with amusement as rin huffs, blowing a breath of air to move his bangs. he shakes his head after, leaning his head down to press a kiss on your collarbone. "no. you know me better than anyone else."

"you're right." you let him pull you up to your feet, let him tangle his hand in your hair and around your waist. god knows you're as hopeless as he is too. "so, going to tell me about your double life?"

the moment rin stiffens, you think it's because of your words. you scramble to take them back only for him to dash out of the bathroom, out of your arms.

"rin!" you shout, watching with wide eyes as he runs to the balcony while quickly pulling on his mask until only his lips are visible. "where the hell are you going?"

your heart stops when an explosion sounds, the familiar red and orange colors filling up the sky, coming from somewhere across town.

"oh no, you don't," you grumble, marching towards the open balcony to take his wrist before he goes flying off. "you're not going alone."

the way he says your name, so soft and pleading, it almost sends you to your knees. he swivels to look at you and his mouth is twisted into a smile. you can't see his eyes and yet, you're sure you don't like whatever look he's giving you.

"you need to let me go," he sighs, lifting your hand to his mouth. he kisses every single knuckle with love, achingly similar to a farewell. for what is desperation if not the pursuit of love?

"i'm coming with you whether you like it or not."

he chuckles at your stubbornness, seeing the version of you from elementary school. he pulls you close, placing a searing kiss on the edge of your lips only to jump out of the balcony.

"itoshi rin!" you move, ready to climb down the emergency stairs only to realize the webbing connecting your hand to a heavy drawer behind you. "you little-"

the sound of his chuckle rings out and you only have a moment to react for when he tugs you into a kiss. it's awkward, confusing because of his position. he's hanging upside down from the rooftop, pushing against your lips with a bruising hold.

"i'll see you tomorrow." his voice comes out soft, airy compared to his natural gruff. he leans back slightly to kiss your forehead, whispering the three words you've been dying to hear for years.

and then he's off to save the world.

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violetesensou

3 months ago

not requesting or anything, more so asking out of curiosity, but if you expanded your HP!Au to any other characters in bllk who would they be/what sort of situations would you put them in ??

characters (first portion, one-shot) ; itoshi rin || wc ; 1.3k characters (second portion, headcanons) ; isagi, sae, bachira, kunigami, reo, nagi, chigiri yukimiya contains ; gn!reader, no pronouns used, hogwarts!au a/n ; im having wayyy too much fun with this au soz

so i actually had a minor side plot for ravenclaw!rin. a half-blood (mom pure-blood, dad half-blood), he's two years younger than kaiser and reader and is also on the quidditch team as their other chaser and got on the team because of his sae, who also was a chaser shortly before he got scouted by a famous quidditch team in america to play for them, playing internationally before he even got to finish his education at hogwarts. sae left in his fifth year, and third year rin tried out to fulfill his duty as his replacement.

the other chaser was the captain of the team at the time, a seventh-year prefect who was all too busy trying to wrap up her final year at hogwarts to teach rin, so you had to do it. obviously because his prodigy of a brother was the one who taught him mainly everything on his position, it didn't really take you much effort to teach your junior. rin himself thought you were kind of lukewarm in comparison to the regality that was his brother until he saw you in action.

while no one could compare to his beloved big brother, you definitely came close. he'd watch in admiration during practice as you whizzed through the air, successfully gliding through the many obstacles the ravenclaw coach would instill for you effortlessly with little to no mishaps. your playing style was different, yet alike to sae's—sae flying was best described as "beautiful", yours was best described as "elegant." prior to his leave, sae was nicknamed "the hummingbird" for his swift flying and ability to fly backwards, you were hypnotizing in the air, with your blue and black cloaks trailing behind you creating the illusion of blue morpho butterfly wings as you silkily cut through the air with your broom.

so rin admired you quietly. you were one of the few people that actually earned his attention naturally, since you resembled sae a lot when you were in matches, even going far as to replace him as the ace of ravenclaw, a title that rin had been striving for since he started playing. he knows that as long as you're here, you'll be in the spotlight, but the most that can try to do is capture some of the limelight for himself by mimicking your best plays. you were dedicated into helping rin shape himself up to be just like his brother, and so rin always felt prideful whenever you showed him more attention than the others during practice and more praise after matches when you became captain the year after rin tried out in your sixth year.

he's in a lone corner of the ravenclaw common room as the afterparty starts to really pump its gears up. ravenclaw had just dominated the ravenclaw vs. gryffindor by a sly two points scored by rin and you respectively. his teammates and other housemates in passing tell him he did great and that that they can totally see him playing alongside his brother soon. he merely nods, sipping his cup, just waiting for you to waltz in and give your usual grand big speech about teamwork and coordination and then leave to do his own stuff, not really enjoying such atmospheres. you usually come in later your teammates since you often debriefed with the coach after each match.

you eventually walk through the common room doors, yelping out in surprise when everyone exclaims their praises on getting ravenclaw one step closer to the hogwarts quidditch cup. a large smile on your face as you let everyone sing out their congratulations. rin watches from the corner as you go to hug your teammates warmly, telling them they did great and to keep up the great work. you eventually catch his gaze and he stiffens in anticipation as you walk closer to him to mimic your mannerism—no teammate gets left in the dark—especially not after rin's great passing play for you to score the winning goal. rin's hands twitch, as if they're waiting for your warmth.

but when you nearly get to him with, the door bursts open again and in comes in the rowdy gryffindor team to liven up the atmosphere. in a longstanding a friendly rivalry, gryffindor's captain, oliver aiku goes to shake your hand and congratulate you on the win, though he jokingly says you probably cheated with that charming smile of his. you raise a brow and lightly punch him, telling him that cheating was not in your vocabulary.

"and that's pretty big from the guy who cheated off of me during history of magic," you slyly remark back, earning a hasty laugh from him.

rin watches with a frown on his lips as your gaze pivots from him to them and then to a particular someone that's been getting on his nerves more lately.

gryffindor's golden boy seeker, yoichi isagi suddenly cuts through the crowd and gathers you a tight hug that you burst out laughing at as he yells out your name. your best friend keeps you in his grasps, bragging to people of how amazing of a chaser you were. he's a year older than rin and a year younger than you, but lately, since he landed himself a spot on gryffindor's team in his fourth year, you've been nestling some attention to him rather than rin since you bloomed a friendship with him in a shared class.

which ticks rin off since he wanted to share your spotlight. he felt like it was unfair that you and him were considered a duo despite being on different teams, yet people tended to lump you and him together more than you and rin since your playing styles harmonized with each other when you and him would practice on different playing fields together for the mere fun of it.

he eventually turns on his heel to begin to leave the common room now that there were much more people confined into one space, but he feels a tug at his sleeve. rin turns back and sees you standing there before him with a grin.

"leaving already?" you ask and jut your head to the crowd, "party's just getting started."

rin hesitantly shakes his head. "i don't... really like these sorts of things. i've got some homework, anyway."

you nod, not wanting to pry the poor boy further and make him uncomfortable. "that's okay. but before you leave, you did great today," you praise, smile growing a little larger.

rin stays in his spot for a bit, a familiar warmth blossoming inside of him at your words. his turquoise eyes widen at you curiously, and you can only laugh at his reaction.

"i'm serious!" you say. "that last pass was killer. i wouldn't have made that goal if it wasn't for you. you're really amazing, i hope you know that, rin."

if it weren't for the dimming atmosphere of the common room as evening approaches, rin is sure that you would've noticed the evident blush that scatters over his face at your compliment. he wants to say something, to also praise you on your own play and how absolutely hypnotizing it was to watch per usual, but all that come out is a soft, "thanks..." from his lips that fight the urge to smile wide and true.

you beckon him to come closer to you, to lend his ear to you. rin bends down a bit so you can properly convey your words dedicated to him and him only.

"don't tell anyone but," you whisper in his ear. "i'm eyeing you as captain once i leave. i'm sure sae would be so proud."

with that, you offer him a gentle tap on his chest to let the words fully settle. you bid a goodbye to him before yoichi pulls you back into the crowd with him, your body disappearing amongst the masses.

rin's hand goes to touch where your hand once was, as if to hold the ghost of it. he swallows thickly, your words of praise ringing like bells in his head as the image of his big brother swirls in his head. he turns away from the crowd and begins to climb up the flights of stairs, a soft smile on his lips.

some other tidbits i have about others!

as mentioned, isagi is a gryffindor. he's muggle-born and so when he got the acceptance letter from hogwarts, he nearly chucked it into the trash, thinking it was some sort of prank the other neighborhood kids were doing until the same grey-horned owl kept shoving letters into his letterbox. he met reader in a shared astronomy class they had together when reader was a fourth year and reader was the one that encouraged him to try out as a seeker for gryffindor.

sae, like his brother, is also a ravenclaw in my eyes. how he especially played in the u-20 match and his entire philosophy about being a midfielder really spoke to me as technical and provoking, so i think he's best for this house. rin also suits a lot of ravenclaw traits, but i'd be lying if i didn't say he went to ravenclaw just because of sae. sae and reader are well-accustomed with each other, since prior to his leave, he was also in the same year as them, and he thinks they're the only decent player on ravenclaw's team. not the best, knowing his high expectations, but good enough that they can keep up with him.

i think it goes without saying that bachira is a hufflepuff, no other explanation needed unless you read/watch blue lock with your eyes closed. he doesn't know the true status of his blood, but he knows that he's half-blood at the very least because his mom is a half-blood witch. he's in the same year as isagi and is a seeker for hufflepuff's team and loves to scuffle with him midmatch as they chase down the snitch. though lately, his captain, kunigami, has been scolding him for being distracted since he's so captured by your silhouette if hufflepuff ever faces ravenclaw. he was the one that actually started the nickname of calling you "butterfly" since he initially thought you were one during hufflepuff's first face-off with ravenclaw.

reo is a pure-blooded slytherin and his name rings famous in the school since he comes from a long line of old money pure-bloods. you come into his field of vision after he accuses you of trying to steal nagi, a muggle-born ravenclaw, away from him one evening when all you were merely just trying to do was get his input on a partnered project for transfiguration. you ran to his dorm one time and came to him, panicked as you accidentally transformed nagi into a cactus plant one practice session and he found you quite funny and pleasant to be around, especially considering nagi actually took a liking to you after you complimented his actual pet cactus plant, though sometimes he got wary of when you'd hold your wand near him.

chigiri is a half-blood slytherin, his mom a pure-blood witch and dad a muggle. he's on the slytherin quidditch team as a chaser, known for his rapid and brutal speed. he was told by his captains to never fraternize with the other teams (which is why slytherin is absent from co-team parties), but when you had asked him to teach you a technique he created that you were so mesmerized by one match, saying that you've never seen a player with speed like him before, your praise got to him and he ended up teaching you in the late evenings where you wouldn't be seen with him.

yukimiya is a pure-blood hufflepuff who plays as their keeper on the quidditch team. though a great player, he's a rather unlucky guy off the field, you've noticed, as you're in the same year as him and hufflepuffs and ravenclaws often share classes together. you've lost track of how many times he's accidentally exploded a potion in his cauldron or how he's sipped on the tea leaves during divination by mistake. you're very patient with him, especially in potions, which he's grateful for since it's his weakest subject. you always have a handkerchief at the ready just in case you hear the familiar boom! and face an ash-covered yukimiya.

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violetesensou

1 year ago

⇝ 𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓭𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓶𝔂 ⇜

characters: sub!dragons x dom!gn!reader

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

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

word count: 5.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“are you—“

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

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

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

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

“pretty…” you called him pretty.

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

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

a fellow being…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

knock knock!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

oh? what an unexpected sight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

wait no. cocks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he can definitely take another finger.

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violetesensou

11 months ago

for your heart 🧋 ハイキュー！！

akaashi keiji x female reader

boba shop university au

in which yn pines for her brother's best friend, akaashi keiji. when will she realize that he harbors the same feelings towards her?

uploading exclusively on tumblr

started: june 11, 2024

finished: not determined

playlist made by the lovely @kettlepop (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)

kodzuken fanclub | alpha males + tooru

ch. 1 | shift change

ch. 2 | good luck

ch. 3

ch. 4

ch. 5

more coming soon !

timestamps will generally not be relevant !!

please do not repost onto other sites or claim as your own ! reblogs and comments are always appreciated (๑>◡<๑)

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violetesensou

1 year ago

🍇 SOUR GRAPES.

pairing ! dan heng x gn reader (ft. blade) ╱ SMAU

─── SYNOPSIS. after being in the same tight-knit friend group for over a few months now, suspicions begin to rise when march, seele and bronya start to notice the awkward tensions between you and dan heng. little did they know, you and dan heng were once high-school sweethearts who shared a romantic and fairytale-like past where the pages only lasted for a year. this heartbreak led you to meet another unfortunate victim of cupid but that chapter flew away as quick as stardust. yet, it appears that you two were also destined to cross paths once more.

↳ GENRE. exes to lovers, love angle?! hurt-comfort, angst, ex-situationship, fluff, college au, SMAU w/ narration, crack(?)

↳ WARNINGS. slight profanity, death threats (jokingly), some characters ooc(?)

status. on-going! (04/07/23—?) ╱ taglist. CLOSED!

profiles. pom-pom fan club ╱ team rocket (we’re blasting off again) ╱ serval’s unhinged daycare

ACT ONE ━━ a sour taste that makes you cry

01. operation: loose strings! 02. avoidant and distant?! ◇

03. ignorance is a bliss 04. weird coincidences

05. preparing a funeral 06. lost in your eyes ◇

07. k-drama male lead 08. trip down memory lane ◇

09. unchanged habits 10. cupid and vulnerable nights ◇

11. oversized black tee ◇ 12. latte flashbacks ◇

13. matching keychains ◇ 14. glue song

15. operation: knotted strings!

ACT TWO ━━ sometimes the tip of my heart trembles

16. that’s what it’s called? 17. bad news

18. wrong right number 19. memories between strangers ◇

20. cupid is so dumb! 21. a strange illness

22. a familiar keychain? 23. you and only you ◇

24. secret love song ◇ 25. the moon is beautiful tonight ◇

26. what’s after like? ◇ 27. silent treatment

28. lost in a train of thought ◇ 29. deja vu ◇

ACT THREE ━━ love is sour, love is sour grapes

30. try again ◇ 31. amber huadiao wine

32. sober thoughts 33. say yes to heaven ◇

34. perfect night

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violetesensou

2 years ago

JUST GET MARRIED ALREADY

difficult.

pairing: kamisato ayato x reader

word count: 4.3k

synopsis: it’s no secret that kamisato ayato is a difficult man — both to handle and to please. somehow, he only gets more difficult when sick, but you find that you don’t quite mind

a/n: sequel can be found here!

If someone were to ask you what it’s like serving under the esteemed Yashiro Commissioner himself, your answer would probably be that he is a difficult man.

You’re sure that the Kanjou Commissioner and Tenryou Commissioner would agree with you — both seem as though they have a rather pointy bone to pick with your lord, and knowing him, there is probably a wide variety of reasons with how often he muses about stepping on their toes. The Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine seems to think the same, referring to your master as ‘that Yashiro brat’ or ‘the Kamisato rascal’, whenever you’re sent to deliver missives or letters on his behalf. Although she’s never explicitly mentioned that she’s speaking about your master, it is quite obvious that the one she’s speaking about isn’t your lady Ayaka. Still, the most prominent of all his victims, however, would be poor Thoma — the savoury mizu manju your master had tried making really hadn’t sat well with his stomach, much to no one’s surprise.

For you, however, he’s difficult for a completely different reason.

“I know I’m considered to be quite the conventionally attractive looker,” the source of your current headache says, voice breathless yet still dripping slick with honeyed amusement that makes your irritation flare, “but this is just a little inappropriate, don’t you think, my dear?”

You make a lunge for him over his desk, but he manages to evade you far too skillfully for your liking. If someone were to walk in on the two of you right now, they would surely be stunned by the sight they’re greeted with: the ever composed Yashiro Commissioner with his clothes rumpled, face flushed and collar slipping down dangerously one shoulder, while his personal aide glares at him with an expression brimming over with ire.

“It wouldn’t have to be—” you say flatly, attempting a surprise grab for his sleeve that he dodges, silk fabric slipping between your fingers, “—if you would just sit still and let me take your temperature, milord. This is hardly how any self respecting adult should be acting, let alone the head of the Kamisato Clan.”

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violetesensou

1 month ago

⭒ㅤwhose (not) random kid

premise. crash landing from the future is apparently your kid, not that you know that anyway... in the form of a mixture between you, and your... supposed counterpart, clues are bound to pile up as to whose child this is.

parts. rosehearts, kingscholar, ashengrotto, al asim, schoenheit, shroud, draconia

cont. gender neutral reader, use of 'mada' which is just 'mama' and 'dada' cut in half for our resident shrimp (aka yuu), a yummy 5.8k words that I did not expect to get this long lol

note. I only have a rough outline of what's going to be included with the others parts after the names of the kids lol. I'll probably write leona's as usual after this but I can't promise I'll release one more part after his this month, the rest will probably come next month considering I'm bombarded sadge. paper defense, then final exams next month save me

also hello! my unnofficial: I'll try to post more

late edit: comment if you want to get tagged <3

riddle

when you slid a foot over the portal to heartslabyul there’s some sort of a strange–inexplicable air that surrounds it. usually the dimension is light to be in, unlike the tingling feelings of being in octavinelle or the eeriness of ignihyde. all dormitories had their own particular sensation that weighs on you depending on where you were.

you squinted, deciding to shrug it off. there was no way you had a sixth sense for feeling in the literal air!

barely a foot in though, was something you could only explain as an army of card… soldiers trudging from the other end of the sidewalk to the next. dumbly, you stopped right in front the shimmering portal that settles into a smooth sheen of silver behind you as they just kept coming.

they seemed to be looking for something–or whatever but you don’t really want to know what so you slowly inched to the side, hoping to sneak past them even if you had to go into one of the confusing mazes (which was a struggle considering you’re trying not to laugh as one of them trips).

must be ace’s wretchedness rubbing off of you.

the real question was, where in the seven were your resident idiots? you’d already sent a text over for your impromptu visit to the chat consisting of you three and figured they had seen it like they usually do then waited for you with feigned begrudging-ness that does not fit well with them showing up in the first place.

you fish for your sad excuse for a phone in your pocket, cater’s words not yours. you’re more busy trying to merge your backside as you shuffle and pull up the chat to notice the ever nearing edge of the hedge wall that makes you stand out in comparison to the lighter shade of green brushing against your uniform.

not deuce: you guys ever notice the card soldiers infestation near ur mirror portal…?

not ace: you nedea to RNR RUN RN!!

not yuu: what???

there’s not much time to ponder about the cryptic, seemingly panicked expression of deuce’s message as you looked up from your phone, feeling a slight chill crawl up to your spine like you attracted some sort of unwarranted trouble that is also unwanted.

disclaimer: you (uu) did

“over here!” an unfamiliar voice yells, freezing you in your tracks just when you were about to make the sneak of the century. without a moment’s hesitation you darted deeper into the maze and shoved your device within the confines of your pockets as you held in a mortified scream at the sudden mob upon your tail as you ran.

WHY WAS THERE SO MANY? you yelled in your mind. number one rule in horror games don’t look back. don’t look back. don’t look back–

oh sevens you’re looking back.

the decision immediately fills you with regret when you spot the diabolical amount of card soldiers trailing after you like you just slaughtered their queen in front of whatever kingdom they came from! was this someone’s unique magic? there was no way riddle would let this sort of thing go rampant on his dorm!

you almost keel over in shock when the pointy end of a heart on the end of a pole sticks right on the patch of grass you just barely managed to trudge across with increasingly heavier steps. maybe you should actually take jack’s offer to join track and field–your stamina is horrible–you’re gonna get stabbed.

goodbye world. you thought warmly with a chorus of pants.

a deeper voice bellowed from the crowd from your behind. “three of hearts! are you thin-headed? do not harm the majesty!” the steps behind you stop almost abruptly, and you don’t stop running even as the voices fade. idiots for choosing to chastise their idiotic comrade but you’re not complaining as long as you get away from this horrid situation.

your majesty what now?

you don’t know how far you ran by sticking to all left turns until you flop down on the entrance of the maze, the archway barely offering you any relief as you took deep breaths and fought the urge to lay down on the grass and hope it camouflages your grey uniform.

that won’t work but you’re coping at this point.

not deuce: HELLO I ALMOST GOT SKEWERED BY LITERAL CARDS?

not yuu: that’s a humiliating way to go down from

not ace: don’t be insensitive ace! are you ok?!

not deuce: NO? WHAT IS GOING ON

not yuu: riddle got dethroned and i'm not even happy

not yuu: it's the absolute WORST AT THE DORM!

not yuu: you better turn back rn and get away from ‘labyul coz it’s getting run by a kid

not deuce: BACK INTO THAT DEATH MOB? no thanks

not ace: yuu brace up, cater texted that the new boss is on his way to you

not yuu: F for yuu

not ace: F

not deuce: F u

what you expect to be the final boss of your life, you guess from the approaching pairs of footsteps nearing your defeated form sprawled across the flecks of grass and still heaving comes in a surprising form of softness, and youth.

“mada.”

the blueness of the sky is shadowed by a tiny little head peering over your head. you’re startled by the tuff of red hair, and familiar pair of eyes which was strange, considering you have never seen this kid in your life. this was the new queen of heartlsabyul? you thought incredulously, since when were kids allowed in nrc…?

the thought was a breeding ground to raise the most evil person on the planet, considering the equally as evil people in night raven.

out of habit from the familiar chubby, round face you blurted: “riddle?”

the child blinked before they shook your head. “I am not papa.” their lips twitched into a small smile directed to you. if taken a closure look, this child’s resemblance with riddle really is uncanny. from the hair, even to a small golden crown sitting primly on the middle of their head. “mada, I am glad I found you. I have not seen papa yet.”

was this season 5 of stranger things?

they straightened. attention straying from you as you glanced to the other pairs of legs, whom you put a face to quickly. trey and cater both cast you a look of exasperation and pity.

then done like a true riddle–their face does a complete 360 and curls into anger as they stared off inside the maze. “all of you!” the tiny child rages with a concerning… change of color around their cute face, fingers pointed accusingly. how can a child be so horrifyingly scary?

the two third years do not mirror your confusion as you sat up, following the kid’s gaze to the archway where a myriad of thundering footsteps almost have you scampering away if not for them laying a small hand on your shoulder and somehow managing to ground you to stay still.

whose kid is this? you looked to cater who shakes his head uselessly

then to trey who wore a resigned smile.

the child’s brow twitches when the card soldiers lined up obediently. “I thought I had made it clear you not hurt mada.” they seethed, voice tilting in clear threat and a I demand you! sort of way. the card solider, three of hearts who had scared the living soul out of you trembled less subtle compared to the other guards.

of course this child had to get more terrifying by being observant, they caught the shiver of one soldier and narrowed their eyes. “ah, found the culprit. three of–”

trey shuffles forward with an awkward laugh that belies his usual laid back with–on his face is a twinge of concern as he raises his palms in a placating gesture. he steps forward three more times, sliding between the child and the line of soldiers but keeping the distance warily. “hey, kid. maybe we can discuss this with some tarts, and some tea?” he tries. children love sweets, right?

they keep their head level despite the astounding height difference. “I told you, uncle trey! being called ‘kid’ is disorderly! It's alice!” still, despite the brief protest their eyes sparkled with interest at the notion, even if they seemed a bit embarrassed to admit it. “i’m not supposed to eat sweets on mondays.”

“huh.” cater mumbled before the thin line of his lips rose into a familiar grin. “as in, rule 102 of the queen?” he queries with a nervous slide of his fingers through his hair. he’s not so obvious to directly state that he’s tiptoeing around… alice but a bit of months knowing him, you can tell.

alice nods along. they no longer look as bothered as before, the card soldiers all slump their tense shoulders a little when alice shifts their piercing gaze from the three of hearts before settling onto cater, who they offer a brief nod of agreement before returning back to trey.

well, a kid is a kid.

“but i can eat sweets on tuesdays.” they added hastily. like they don’t want the notion of trey’s treats slipping from their fingers but that would be strange, if the look of confusion you three share with each other you would have thought trey had initially baked for alice based off the tone of wistfulness in their tone.

trey smiles at them. “tomorrow it is.” reassured by their sheepish innocence he stops in front of them and grasps their shoulders, turning them away from the stiff soldiers. alice spares a brief glance at them. “what about these rule breakers?”

you stood up fully. “uh, don’t worry, they didn’t do anything wrong. i ran for too long.” you supplied in defense. if anything , a resemblance to riddle of all people meant that they could have the head offing in their blood. you did not want to stick around to find out, neither did cater.

alice considers you for a moment with a small sparkle in their eyes, with a wave of the small wand that maternalized in their hand, the soldiers fade into glittering spots of gold. only then do they let trey lead them back to the main pathway towards the dormitory of heartslabyul.

you fall into step behind cater who probably sees the question in your eyes so he lowers his voice discreetly, glancing at the back of trey who keeps the child’s bay attention so they don’t notice you two slowing down a little. nonetheless, still walking.

“that was little alice’s unique magic.” he says to you with a shrug, sighing after a glance at the former’s small, regal form. “pretty overpowered… kind of like my split card but less cute, and more dangerous.”

he winked, you frowned.

in front of you two, alice seems tame in comparison to the subtle bribing of trey questioning about their favorite sweets as you all finally reached the nearing entrance of the main dormitory

“where’s riddle?” you questioned.

he pursed his lips, navigating though the fountain in front of the dorm. “last i know, he went out early to campus cause of a meeting with his club for the upcoming NRC tour festival…”

oh, right. I have not found papa. alice’s voice echoes in your mind, so you echo the question that appears in your mind right after the memory. “alice called riddle ‘papa’ which i’m pretty sure is a term for a parent…” you trailed off. riddle seemed to be the least likely person to have a secret love child of some sorts, he seemed like he had most of his life planned out.

if riddle bent over backwards for his rules then he wouldn’t stray from the path he had set.

there’s a flash of interest in cater’s eyes, it was already there before, just dwindled. you watch it spark to life. akin to lighting some sort of fire within the guy, a gossipmonger at heart as he leaned in eagerly just as you both trudged up the stairs to the front doors who opened politely, and closed behind you as you walked in the main hall of heartslabyul.

“they look, and act like riddle!” he chuckles. “imagine our shock when alice popped up straight out of nowhere with an army at their beck and call.” cater clutched onto his arms, and shivered. you leaned away when he reaches his arms out to you in a teasing manner.

he adds. not at all offended by the way you scrunch your face at his ‘affections’. “they seem to listen to you though. like someone.”

you only regard him with an impassive raise of your brows. “i don't think so. riddle doesn’t listen to anyone. much less me.” befuddled by the mere idea, you scoffed. in all your magic-less glory, the best thing you might have achieved here in this other dimension was having the ability to wake leona kingscholar up from one of his power naps.

cater doesn’t seem to agree. only sighing at you from what it seems to be an of course. “only you can be so oblivious to the chaos you leave behind.” he says in response, making an exaggerated show of peering behind your shoulder and widening his eyes in feigned shock.

you humor him as you turned your head. the scene of the main entrance of the dormitory was the only answer to your eyes as you both walked into the living room–where little alice sits alone. you caught a glimpse of trey’s dark hair as he disappeared into the kitchen, most likely going off to make her a treat.

vaguely unsure if the male had heard him, cater calls out a “make us some too!”

“not my fault the students here are so… unstable.” you remarked with a roll of your eyes. remembering the overblots to be the most plausible reference to the chaos cater was talking about as you begrudgingly sat down on the couch and reeled in any other remarks for the child in the room.

who was now shuffling closer to your seated frame even if they thought they were being subtle in the movement.

what was two seats in the space between you and alice eventually became none at all, as they settled beside you and peered up with innocent eyes.

you tilted your head at them, alice copies the movement.

then to the other side.

they mirror the lull of your head.

“besides those.” cater cleared his throat after a bewildered glance at the child. “what’s more impressive is that you’re still here, yuu-yuu. night raven is like… a pack of wolves trying to run you off crying, and you? you’re a very weird sheep.”

still a bit enraptured on this child, you replied without your stare wavering from the roundness of alice’s cheek as you reached up to pinch it. to yours, and cater’s surprise. their previous cute ferociousness is not present at all as they leaned against the warmth as though instinctive. “i didn’t do anything.”

you don’t entertain the accusing look in cater’s eyes.

“if that was you not trying to beast tame the school then i don’t know what’ll happen if you put in the effort.”

you both lapse into silence as cater–who seemed to sense the finality of the conversation lets it slip fully and instead, busies himself with the entertainments his phone provided. you redirect your full attention onto the elusive red-headed alice.

“so,” you started. “how did you end up here? must be a great feat if you were able to go past the barriers.”

alice curls their fingers within the fabric of your blazer, inspecting it as they reply softly. “i’m not sure, mada. i was just sleeping, and woke up in a garden. the hedgehogs showed me the way after i offered them a caterpillar.” they do not mention a bleary moment in their sleep where they curiously wondered how you and riddle came to be as they drifted off. “as pertaining by rule 210… if you are lost in a maze, give the hedgehogs an offering and they shall show you the way.”

you can’t help but let your mind drift over to riddle, who echoes the rules to be followed when mentioned.

your lips twitch into a smile, much to the delight of alice. “strange indeed. must have been scary.”

their eyes squinted. “i’m not scared.”

you chuckled and pinched their cheek. they pout.

“where are you from?” you ask instead, wanting to know more about the.. figurative alice from nowhere.

alice looks at you strangely.

“from the queendom of roses…” could they simply be a relative of riddle’s? you thought mindlessly. drawing your fingers through the surprising soft red locks who seemingly part eagerly for your touch. “with my mada, and my papa. sometimes my uncles visit.”

unsure of how to reply, you merely nod along. parting their hair by half and twisting it into a braid. “you called me mada.” you hummed.

“because you are my mada.”

she says like it’s the only thing that makes sense in her small world, not relinquishing her grip on your blazer but instead tugging at the wrists to expose the small slither of skin and hold onto it. clingy. you thought, deciding not to question it.

… was this your freaking kid?

the smell of strawberries wafts over the space of the living room alongside the ticking of the oven–momentarily taking both alice, and cater’s attention. the latter stretches before standing to stride over to the source of the smell, no doubt requesting trey to change the taste once more.

alice’s eyes, like yours slid to your own. a bit shy in their demeanor as they clutched onto the skin of your wrist. “can i eat some of uncle’s tarts?” they queried under your breath, only meant for you alone. you felt a bit confused but nodded nonetheless.

their lips twitched into an eager smile before it settles into a more controlled look of impassiveness.

that was adorable. you thought, unable to resist leaning down to scoop them into your arms as you stood. alice makes a sound of brief surprise before their arms loop around your neck. they sat pliantly still as you walked over to follow cater inside the kitchen, catching a glimpse of your scent that they sought for, so alice nuzzles their face into the warm pulse on your neck.

trey glances up from the animated retelling of cater about the crazy day. “new responsibility?” he wore a humored smile, apron long discarded and folded over the handle of the oven for the meantime.

if riddle saw this, he would not believe it no matter how intelligent he was. trey deduced.

he gestures to the tray set on the counter. “there’s frosted strawberries, blueberry cornmeal, and the good old mont blanc since i got left over ingredients from the last unbirthday party.”

alice feels the shift of your head as you glanced down at them, they don’t remove their head from the crevice of your neck for a moment and meets your eyes with a raise of their own. “frosted strawberries, please.”

“good choice, little alice.” cater comments.

“careful, it’s hot.” trey chided gently as he watched you pick up one of them, drawing it near alice’s waiting hunger as they tilted their head up from your shoulder. they took a small bite at the corners of the tart, smiling at the taste and only wider when you wiped remnants of crumbs around the edges of their mouth.

alice chews, and swallows before they spoke again. their eyes gleaming with admiration as they stared at trey. “it’s always the yummiest when it’s fresh out the oven.” they recited.

trey blinks.

“you’re a bright one.” he remarked, ruffling their hair when he drew near. “don’t tell anyone about the wicked secret ‘round the kitchen, all right?”

they nodded vigorously. “thank you, uncle..” they spewed politely, but evidently genuine.

cater munches from the other end of the counter. “we gotta protect alice,” he chuckled, eyes crinkling as he pointed his phone to you, tapping to snap a picture of the scene despite your warning stare. “too nice for the vultures we call students here.”

“you might be right.” trey shook his head, and you nodded mutely. more absorbed into letting them take bite by bite into the tart until it was about finished halfway. only then do you lay it back on the tray. how much sweets was ideal for a child to take anyway? regardless of you deeming it as enough, alice stays quiet and does not complain.

if they wanted more, you wouldn’t know.

“later.” you promised, leaning back when you were satisfied with their prim appearance. a pat of their hair to smooth down trey’s earlier disruption.

“later..” alice echoed.

a resident third year enters the kitchen. only to pause in their tracks and back away.

“domesticity is really the enemy of the students here.” cater sniffed, earning a chuckle from trey who found the comment funny. “imagine being happy, being broody and emotional are the real requirements to get admitted.”

cater finishes his snack with a pleased hum, and a grateful nod to trey. “by the way i messaged adeuce, sent them to stall dorm leader from going back as long as the dorm was… kind of in a wre–predicament.” he cleared his throat, casting a brief glance at alice to spot if they had taken offence to his almost uttered word.

“so now they’re en-route?” trey guessed, transferring the leftover tarts to a glass bowl. leaving the tray in the sink to wash for later. cater nods in response, typing on his phone with one hand. likely in cahoots with the two right now. “told them the coast was clear! no more trampling soldiers scampering around.”

trey eyed him. “what about the–”

just then, whatever trey was going to comment in rebuttal of cater’s easy reassurance was promptly interrupted by new individuals peeking inside. ace, and deuce poked their heads from the corner. as if trying to ascertain the danger level of whatever may be inside.

ace rougly nudges deuce when he spots you with a child in arms. for two people insisting on their unique, varying selfs. they mirror each other’s look of bewilderment as though their brain cells crackled and connected into a singular one. “what the seven?” ace mouthed.

you all do not notice the look of familiarity on alice’s face.

nor the brightening when riddle strides in with a petulant huff,

if riddle thought strangely, or disapproved of the two’s behavior then he wouldn’t have had the chance to comment on it before he was leveling trey with a sharp, inquisitive stare. “i would like a very good explanation as to why my hedges have been mangled to the ground.” his eye twitches with the effort of containing irritation. “three hours i’ve been gone. three! and when i enter heartslabyul the first thing i see is devastation upon my gardens!”

perhaps emotionally, riddle cried out in the last sentence.

even though such an expression should have frightened a child to some degree, alice relaxes in your arms but their face clouds in shame at his voice.

riddle whirls back to the other two lingering by the doorway who both flinches imperceptibly–cater tries to intercept with a nervous chuckle but is only met with a steely don’t even start! “ace, and deuce have me running around the school. saying something about yuu getting kidnapped by those.. vermin excuses of… students from octavinelle!" riddle seethed, breathing still a bit labored as favor of his statement about running around.

“dorm leader!” ace stood straight stiffly.

oh, did he just come from a frantic search in octavinelle?

“i even had to threaten collaring azul who i thought was lying about yuu.” with a deep intake of air, riddle breathes out and pinches the bridge of his nose, collecting his temper. much to the chagrin of deuce.

“we apologize.” deuce added sadly.

cater feigns ignorance by looking away but it’s trey’s look that has him adding to the defense of the two, rather than using the opportunity to scamper away with his head in tact. “ahem… we had these two keep you busy. so don’t be too harsh on them, riddle. us upperclassmen will take responsibility.”

a nod of agreement from trey gets riddle quiet.

the former tilts his chin to you. “yuu is fine, they’re right here.”

like he hadn’t even noticed before (he really didn’t), riddle’s head snaps to you immediately. his eyes would have been stuck to you, prodding for a valid explanation to your ignorance to his angry calls but instead, settles on the bundle in your arms.

“who…” a blink. “why in the world do you have a child! they are not welcome on school grounds! especially this time in the school year–.” riddle sputtered, instinctively sauntering over to take a closer look at alice who only stared without an inch of fear.

“papa.” they mumbled, voice measured but still echoing in the now quiet kitchen.

ace leapt up to your side. “that’s not right!” he gasped, squinting dangerously at riddle. any traces of earlier mortification gave way to whatever emotion he’s got on his face. “how could you sully yuu! they’re not a babysitter for your kid!”

“what?” riddle seethed, head flicking from ace, to you, then to alice.

despite a look of great reluctance, deuce nods from the doorway still. mumbling to himself. “dorm… dorm leader has a child…”

you vaguely remember trey offering the dazed guy a glass of water.

“unconfirmed earlier, confirmed now.” cater adds unhelpfully to the blazing fire of riddle’s rising anger.

riddle’s teeth grind together, jaw clenching as his fingers tightened into a fist. it was more of one his attempts at calming down rather than preparation for a physical alteration. “I did no such–!”

“don’t be mad at mada.” alice reaches for him, tugging at his blazer which surprisingly, quells the reddening of his face. now, he just looks a bit confused.

alice turns their head slightly. “mada, you can calm down papa.”

deuce paused before dropping to the ground.

“AH! he’s dead. this is why you don’t betray us by keeping secrets, yuu!”

“uh oh… trey help me with deuce… wait, should we just leave him? i mean, he’ll be just fine here, right?”

“... just take the other arm, cater.”

all the way back to the living room, riddle’s face remained tinged with warmth. alice, while reluctant to part with your embrace, seemed wholly pleased to stay by the other red-heads' side. insisting you sit next to him when you moved to sit by your two friends.

you obliged them despite riddle’s interest with the carpet.

the couch dipped at the weight of another. even so, the non-verbal conversation between alice, and riddle continued. the former pressed their lips together thinly, seemingly assessing the… youthfulness of the latter. they aren’t so used to this kind of look from him.

cater flinched, and look away from the flash of his phone. he elbows a dazed deuce.

“so,” ace cleared his throat, blinking his still wide eyes. “who the heck is this kid?!”

“language.” riddle chided sharply. though softened from its usual end even he isn’t so sure why it is from the mere presence of alice alone.

“rule 13, always present yourself with appropriate language.”

“always present yourself with appropriate language.” alice repeated.

riddle squinted at a relaxed alice, who tilts their head as if to ask ‘what?’.

“genetics is crazy. what’s next, the kid beheads us too?” ace points between the two.

alice shrugged. “only if you break the rules.”

“i do not have a child!” riddle protested.

“i am your child.” replied alice.

“apparently this one’s our kid.” you agreed begrudgingly.

riddle stares at you with a mixture of disbelief, and confusion.

darting between you and the kid like they're gonna start collating him in all his glory! sure, alice had red hair like him but quite a lot of people in the island have it too besides his relatives. the idea of… of him and you is just so out of this world that he can't wrap his head around it.

you? you who he hadn't paid attention to when you arrived at the ceremony? the very first person in that event that broke the rules? you, the very fading into the background student whom he believed to be a bad influence to his students ace, and deuce?

you he had almost hurt beyond repair at the bursting of his control so tightly held in his hands?

the brief skip of his heart when your eyes meet over the head of alice is enough to send blood rushing to his head, coloring it with his signature red whose warmth doesn't feel like the usual simmering anger he struggles to keep submerged. if anything, this feeling is practically leaping out the water and baring his face to everyone.

riddle does not look away. managing a look of what he tries to name as conviction but easily crumbles to fluster.

then the idea wasn't so bad considering this young child has proved to be raised dutifully, correctly without any worries of what he used to be burdened with as a child.

it gives way to curiosity.

despite his incredulously, riddle queries. “the gardens.” he starts with a measured narrow to his eyes, not too intense to possibly upset this.. future child of his whose eyes are strikingly familiar enough to halt the normal circulation of his heart once more for half a second. “were you responsible for the destruction of some hedges I've come across?”

alice shrinks into themselves. “i'm sorry papa.” they pursed their lips, voice genuine by the lower tilt. “i thought i could use my card soldiers to look for you, and mada. you told me about this place called heartslabyul before?”

“i have?” riddle blinks. the idea isn't too bizarre, it's only natural to think back on such things.

they nodded. “yes, papa. you talk about it a lot on our friday’s. about how it looked, how you were as it's dorm leader…” alice peeks a glance at you. “and your parties with mada.”

“unbirthday parties.” trey corrects. “sometimes birthday parties if it really is someone's birthday.”

ace perks up. “let me tell you then! from first hand experience!” he blanched. like opening light about his own struggles in heartlsabyul magically meant the truth to riddle’s own kid. “labyul is really strict on rules. you know on my first day, I ate a tart and—”

deuce stirred slightly.

at riddle’s glare, ace visibly wilts to which cater snaps a picture with snickers. “I mean… the tart was really good, made by riddle and all…” he sweatdropped.

“you shouldn't eat a tart that is not made by you.” alice replied thoughtfully. riddle can't resist a light smile at her words, feeling a sense of accomplishment as he nodded along. his hand hovers for a moment before it pats down on their hair. “that's right. I must have taught you well.”

you absentmindedly patted their head, taking turns with riddle to do so while expertly avoiding his gaze. “you said friday though, why?”

“on friday’s we don’t go out.” alice says.

“that isn’t a rule by the queen of hearts.” riddle points out.

“you made that rule papa.” they replied innocently. “in our home, so we get to spend time together as a family.”

silence reigns.

“wow.” you cough. sparing riddle an approving glance. that… sounded nice… domestic, and nice. you supposed even as an adult riddle would still have some sort of grip on rules, considering he grew up with them, it helped him live.

and now rules he shaped helped him live with alice, and you apparently.

tick.

tock.

tick.

tock.

alice peers down at the watch they pull out from under their little adorable coat, oblivious to the stunned silence they left behind. hesitantly, they place a hand on your knee, legs swinging as they rest the other on riddle’s. “mada.” they smiled, this time widely. “papa. I gotta go.”

“what?” riddle's eyes widened. “you haven't finished your tart yet.”

“it's okay. I already ate a tart earlier, papa.”

“you can eat another, just this time. if you want.” he insisted, strangely worried.

cater raises his hand. “can I?”

riddle disagrees immediately. “no.”

muttering something about favoritism, cater looked away with a long sigh.

riddle's eyes lingered on the roundness of alice's face. from the shape, to the more detailed parts of their features. eyes, your eyes. the lushness of their hair, the soft curve of their lips tilted with innocence sends an unexpected grip in his heart, like it's heart stopping.

gosh. his heart just stopped. would he really have his own alice? his eyes darted to you. with you?

alice huffed lightly, skin glimmering lightly as their shade slowly grew transculent and faded with each blink of your eyes. “I can always eat papa's tarts. they're so delicious.”

“don't use too much magic.” riddle scolded with a crease in his brows.

you add. “don't anger riddle too much.”

“please eat his tarts.” ace encouraged.

trey shot him a look. “don't teach alice bad things.” he sighed, glancing at said child with a smile. “I'll teach you how to make your own tarts, ask uh… future me?”

cater, not wanting to be outdone quickly perked up. “as a future magicam star, I'll make you one too. little alice!” he added, self assured of his future fame.

when it all settles, all that remains is a space between you and riddle that feels too little than vast. and a remainder of your future.

“atleast we know what name we'll choose.” you can't resist but tease. riddle does not blow up like you would have thought from your remark, only sparing you a look of feigned annoyance with warming ears that doesn't support the idea of his irritation.

he resigns to a small nod. “I am assured they are taught well.”

ace glances between you, and riddle. “I miss alice already. riddle seemed a lot more lenient with them around. you think they got embarrassing stories from the future?” he comments off-handedly, leaning back against the couch and blowing on the fringe over his forehead. “when are you guys gonna make an alice? please make one now.”

cater whistles out of there.

trey shakes his head.

deuce–still passed out is thankfully considered by trey, who dragged his limp body with a nod of goodluck to ace.

you waved at ace. F indeed.

wait! don't leave me, upperclassman! ace cried in his mind, feeling the panic splinter his state of mind.

“ACE!” riddle gritted his teeth. “i'll hand down my sentence, the verdict comes afterwards–”

ace paled.

“off with your head–!”

trivia

alice’s name is very much inspired by alice from the one and only: “alice in wonderland”.

their unique magic is called: under my decree which is simply being able to summon card soldiers, and command them at their will! (in this case, after being sent to a maze and finding their way out thanks to the hedgehog. alice was able to discern that this was heartlsabyul, and figured they might be able to find their parents here, hence, why they used their magic.)

alice is written to be a well-behaved 8 year old.

the watch is a nod to my previous commissioned work who also dealt with the concept of time travelling and related to going back (ha, ha).

alice woke up by the sound of a clock ticking, and knew that hearing it again meant that their time was up.

the entire thing happened due to alice helping untangle a fae who happened to get stuck in their gardens at the backyard while they were looking for a hedgehog that had not yet eaten (spoiler: hedgehog was hiding in a small crack under the tree) the same fae visited them at night whilst sleeping and granted them a dream of whatever they wanted to wish. alice, feeling swayed by the magic despite being not aware made a wish to fulfill it.

boom! baby rosehearts in your faces!

alice woke up and immediately said young riddle was funnily shy to yuu. much to the confusion of actual current riddle!

their favorite tart is: anything with strawberries, like riddle.

rule 13, and rule 102 are entirely fictional and made up by me… for plot purposes…

not deuce = is actually yuu

not yuu = is actually ace

not ace = is actually deuce

deuce been sleeping for the entire time lol.

ace got roped into fixing the gardens with the collar on #thatswhatyouget

riddle invites you to study for the nearing quiz season the following day.

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