Prompt: Your kiss leaves a lipstick mark on his lips.
Pairing: Malleus/Silver x gn!reader
A/N: Ngl, I actually got a little embarrassed while writing this. Dedicated to the biggest Diasomnia simps I know @unknown-aislingand@twstlibrary. I’ll write another version for Lilia and Sebek after classes today but for now… SIMP FOR SILVER. Silver’s part ended up being a makeout session lol
Lilia and Sebek version
MALLEUS DRACONIA
- with your body pinned against his own, malleus leans down and captures your lips in a passionate yet gentle kiss. when he feels you relax, he raises one of his hands to cup your cheek, pulling you as close to him as possible
- his fangs then graze your bottom lip, the pointed ends lightly pricking the soft flesh which draws a quiet whine out of you. believing that he had hurt you, he immediately breaks the kiss and gazes at you worriedly
- he’s confused when you gasp at him with a flustered look, and thinks that maybe you’re still not used to him kissing you—but that thought is quickly discarded the moment you apologise for leaving a lipstick mark on his lips
- his eyes widen for a split second before he smirks somewhat slyly. “mm… then why don’t you try to clean it off for me?” he stops your hand that’s about to wipe the lipstick mark off with your handkerchief. “with your lips, little darling.”
SILVER
- silver has you pressed against one of the walls in an empty hallway. classes have ended for the day, so nobody would be around to witness your intimate act as the knight swoops down to steal a long kiss from your lips
- pulling away slightly, he whispers your name against your lips before leaning in to kiss you again. he then grabs your hips and drags you closer to him, eager to eliminate any distance that exist between your bodies
- as you shakily cling onto him for support, he draws himself back and moves in to gently bite your earlobe, his soft pants echoing in your ear. you gasp sharply at his action, and he begins to plant kisses down your neck
- he pauses upon noticing the rouge marks on your skin and quickly realises that your lipstick had stained his lips. “… your lipstick left a mark on me.” before you could stutter out an apology, he silences you with another kiss and then breaks away with a small smile. “it’s alright, i don’t dislike it.”
Riddle: It has come to my concern that I am about to release an unhealthy amount of rage upon you. AGAIN.
Ace: Uh?
Riddle: Unfortunately, I have promised not to make the same mistake.
Ace: Cool, so-am I not going to be punished?
Riddle: Yet I found a better alternative. Why don’t you and I go for a school tour?
Ace: With you? I mean.. That’s kinda awkward but I don’t want to hear you talk about the school like an archaeologist.
Riddle, breathes in deeply and sighs: For the Seven’s sake Ace, I will dangle you by the edge of the broom via skyline tour and see how good your flaunting endurance can bring you.
Ace:
Ace: DID YOU JUST THREATENED TO KILL ME?
Riddle: Would you prefer the collar or the natural cause?
After being bugged by Azul and Floyd to try ang get Jade to save their lives from him, take a break. The Prefect conceded with a free meal in place
Yuu/Mc tired from being mentally tug around by Azul and Floyd: Go touch some grass Jade. You’re probably high on caffeine, nerves and fumes from the psychedelic mushrooms- wherever you took that from.
Jade, messy hair, crazy smile and his right eye twitching : Prefect, I do appreciate such concern however I am not as fragile as your kind; I’ll last a bit more longer.
Yuu/Mc:
Yuu/Mc: Right. Merfolk.
Yuu/Mc turning around and leaving: Go touch some kelp then.
When Yuu/MC is kinda tired from using the nicer option of problems when doing counseling
TRIGGER WARNING FOR DARK THEMES AND INSENSITIVITY
This conversation happened (to me) lately and I imagined Yuu/Mc being sick of the BS pulled a 180 on the diplomatic approach they always had and I sincerely apologize for the insensitivity and I promise I don’t say these to my friends when they come to me for help. I took their problems seriously. Please don’t come for me. I’m aware of such mistake.
Yuu/MC listening to a student venting their unhealthy relationship: You’re scared to take responsibility when they resorted to suicide, hence you stayed in that relationship out of fear and pity despite the manipulation and gaslighting they have done. Is that right?
Random student:Yes.
Yuu/MC: You want my input and advices on what to do in this situation?
Random Student: ….Yes….
Yuu/MC: Here’s the 2 solutions I come up with………
Later on that day
Ace:Yo Mc~…. you good? another student counseling huh?
Yuu/Mc: Yeah, relationship problems.
Ace:Yikes, good thing I broke up with mine. I’m basically free~ Maybe I can help you with my wisdom. Tell ya best bud what it is~
Yuu/MC:*sighs* What would you do if you were forced yourself in a relationship where small misunderstandings become a blown out fight and your S/O plays the victim card- using suicide, to make you stay with them? You have the mindset to leave the relationship yet you feel trapped with pity, guilt and fear of the consequences. Wouldn’t the best choice is to leave the relationship after the chances you gave, deep conversations initiated, and help you provided if nothing worked? It’s your wellbeing the cost After all.
Ace:I’d say we kill that other person….KIDDING HAHAHA
Yuu/Mc:……..
Yuu/MC: … No need, they’re willing to do it themselves
Ace: Sweet! we’ll support them
Grim: ACE?! HENCHMAN IS POSSESSED?! WHAT?!
Deuce worried asfq: ACE! That’s immoral, and PREFECT! please don’t commit homicide. There’s always another way…I think…. We can ask Dorm head or any senpai if you’re troubled?
Silence reigned over Mostro Lounge. It was well past closing time, and the once bustling restaurant was now empty and lifeless.
The light shining from the glass bordering the area cast a ghostly aquamarine hue over the polished wooden tables and floor, and the leather of the couches.
The neon pink, purple and blue lights danced beautifully alongside the aquatic colours, decorating the Lounge and giving it an almost ethereal feeling.
Finn Clearcove sat on one of the couches, hat and scarf placed neatly next to him, and watched the grand array of fish swimming about just beyond the glass.
It was so nice to do this after work. Sit down, rleax, and enjoy the peace. It brought about a feeling of nostalgia, brinnging him back to old times.
Surrounded by water, the current rippling his hair, the comfort of the pressure of the depths as he moved along the ocean floor. Hiding in the seaweed, chasing crabs, helping his father hunt and prep meat to sell to the Ashengrottos… a simple, but pleasant life.
The quiet was something to savour, as things were going to get loud for his birthday tomorrow.
“Still awake, I see?” Finn jolted and snapped out of his trance, spinning around to be met with the sight of Jade Leech smiling at him, sharp teeth barely visible through his lips.
“J-Jade- My apologies I-” “No need to apologise~” Jade purred. “I am simply here to let you know that I will be locking up soon. It would be rather unfortunate if you were trapped in here.”
“Ah…” Finn flushed. “Um, thank you. Sorry, I… I get distracted by the scenery.” Jade’s smile widened just a fraction. “I know. I’ve seen you here many many times. You look so… at peace.”
“Well… yes, you could say that.” Finn giggled nervously. “It reminds me of home.” “Ah yes.” Jade hummed. “You lived in rhe neighbourhood. Your father was the butcher. It’s a shame, you were always so shy. We could never find you in the kelp forest.” “That was kinda the plan…” Finn mumbled.
He was playing with his hands and staring at his lap with flushed cheeks. How cute.
A moment of silence reigned, until the moray eel had an idea.
“Come.” Jade extended a hand. “I would like to show you something.” One year ago, Finn would have fled for his damn life ar such an offer, but now… now he knew Jade a little better. They were not simply peers. They were… friends. He knew Jade had no ill intentions. Towards him at least.
Finn took his hand and allowed himself to be led closer to the glass. “Look.” Jade pointed, and Finn had to squint and strain his already sore eyes.
He followed the direction of Jade’s finger. Past the fish, past the kelp, past the rocks and the shrimp and the coral.
There.
There was a cave. And deep within the blackness of that cave was a light. An aquamarine and green light.
Finn was not unfamiliar with bioluminescence. Hell, he was bioluminescent due to a type of algae he ate. But the shape looked odd…
It took a minute or two to click.
“Are those… mushrooms?” Jade nodded. “Indeed. After many months of hard work, I managed to cultivate a species of mushroom that cam grow underwater. Of course, neither Azul nor Floyd would let me display them, so I hid them in that cave for me to look at.” He looked at Finn. “You are the only person to know about this.”
Both a statement and a warning. Finn knew better than to tattle anyways. “Of course.” He had no idea what else to say. It was a little awkward. Luckily, Jade was there to save the day.
“Oh. I must say.” He said, changing the subject. “I must thank you for getting that little piece of information. It helped us find the student who’s been cheating the system Azul worked oh so hard to make. You’re getting close to earning Employee Of The Month.”
“O-Oh. That.” Not quite what he was expecting, but Finn laughed anyway. “Thank you. For such a proud student, he sure caved in easy to the forgettable bartender.” His lips curled up just a fraction, revealing his own pointed teeth, and as such his cute mask slipped. “It was quite… funny.”
“Mm, I can imagine.” Jade moved Finn’s hair out of eyes and stared into those gorgeous aquamarine irises. Irises that glinted with slightly sadistic glee.
As adorable as Finn was, one did not get into Octavinelle without the dorm traits, and the little cookie cutter shark was as sly as they come. His birthday was sure to bring more customers.
“Ah, yes, before I forget.” Jade handed Finn a small woden box. “This is for your birthday tomorrow. Do not open it until you wake up. As much as I’d love for you to receive it during your party, this is something more… private.” He did not elaborate further.
Finn nodded slowly. “Alright then.” He held onto the box carefully and checked his watch. “Oh my! I need to get to bed! I’m sorry, goodnight, Jade!”
Watching he small mer scramble for the exit and handle the box like glass, Jade a smile. A soft, genuine smile.
Finn’s eyes slowly fluttered open as sunlight filtering in through the window forced him awake. He met out a little groan and covered his face with his pillow.
It was his birthday.
He was not against birthdays, but at NRC, they unfortunately meant interacting with a person who was going to interview him and then shove a pie in his face.
Not a very pleasant experience at all.
Just as the dread started to settle in, he remembered the box.
Finn sat up and gently took it into his hands. There was no telling what would be inside. This was Jade Leech, after all.
He delicately hooked his fingers under the lid and lifted it off, scared to even scuff it.
Finn looked into the box and let out a cry of surprise as he picked up what was inside.
A necklace.
A nautilis shell necklace to be precise.
It was the most beautiful shell Finn had ever seen.
Blues and golds of various shades decorated it, and it wasn’t painted on. This seashell was real. Colourful and fully intact, it was a true rarity.
After taking a moment to process it’s beauty, Finn’s face exploded into a rose red as he realised what had just happened.
He had received a courting gift from Jade Leech.
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A/N: So yeah I hc that merfolk give jewellery/shells as gifts to show they wish to date.
Okay so here it is! The first part of my rewrite! Dear Riddle is catching feelings…
Going… Going…Gone (Part One)
When Riddle Rosehearts first met Floyd Leech, he never once thought they would be even remotely compatible.
That overly tall moray eel had caused a scene at the Entrance Ceremony and then- after Riddle tried to scold him- chased him down, calling him by that wretched nickname for the sake of amusement.
That eccentric, unpredictable fool drove Riddle insane. The nicknames, the reasing, the random compliments… he hated it.
He hated rulebreakers, and he hated Floyd.
But then he overblotted.
<p>It was the shellshock of his life.</p>
The realisation that he was wrong was like being crushed by an anvil.
Everything he had veen raised to believe was thrown out the window. He had to do a lot of self reflection while in recovery.
Riddle’s first step was learning to control his temper.
He was- to be frank- disgusted with his past self’s behaviour. Taking his own dorm student’s magic for a small rule break, leading them to suffer in class, and then punishing them for suffering in class.
Riddle couldn’t believe had been so close-minded.
Ever since that day, he had begun working on how he reacted.
Whenever he felt that familiar rage begin to bubble, insread of screaming and throwing magic around, Riddle simply closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.
It had helped make life so much less stressful.
This newly discovered patience drove Riddle to realise that Floyd had been purposefully trying get a rise out of him. He was too angry to notice in the past.
So now, instead of flying into a rage, Riddle responded with a calm indifference. The utter confusion on Floyd’s face he first time he did it was halirous.
“Ne ne, are you broken, Goldfishie? You’re all calm.” “Really now?”
Of course, this only deterred Floyd momentarily. He took Riddle’s new sanity meter as a challenge amd tried even harder to test his patience.
As annoyed as he was, Riddle soon found himself shooting playful remarks back, and thus began their almost daily banter.
After a while, Riddle began to find their shenanigans oddly… enjoyable, and began actively seeking out Floyd to spend time with him, and even help him focus more at school.
And so with that, their srange acquaintanceship slowly developed into an odd sort of friendship.
Riddle found comfort in Floyd’s presence. The utter chaotic madness that always seemed to follow the eel was something he could look forward to everyday.
It left other students utterly baffled, but Riddle didn’t care what they thought. Through Floyd, he learnt that he didn’t have to defend himself at every odd look or curious whisper. It really brought him peaceof mind.
Floyd was, surprisingly, a good friend.
But then something changed.
Riddle had no idea when it started but Floyd’s presence began to made him feel… sick. At least that’s what it seemed like.
His skin got so warm and red. He felt so dizzy. When he looked into those beautiful mismatched eyes his breath caught in his throat and heart began beating so fast he feared it may jump out his chest.
Surely these were the symptoms of some kind of sickness? But if so, then why did this only happen around Floyd?
Riddle decided to ask his dear childhood friend for advice. He had been interacting with people for far longer than he had, after all.
When he finally got around to it, he didn’t expect Trey to gape in shock as his glasses slid down his nose.
What? What is it?“ Trey only continued to gape. "Are you- are you serious?” Riddle nodded. “I would not make this up, Trey. Why, is something wrong? It it that bad?’ Trey shook his head. "No, of course not Riddle! It’s just surprising, is all.” “What is?”
Trey chuckled “You get all warm around him right?” “Yes.” ‘Your heart beats faster?“ "Yes?” “All these feelings, you know what they mean?” “Of course not! That’s why I’m asking you!” Trey smiled and fixed his glasses before looking Riddle in the eyes.
“You have a crush, Riddle. On Floyd Leech. You like him romantically.”
“HAH-?!”
That was the second bombshell that year. Not as great as the first one, mind you, but it was quite a shock.
Floyd. Floyd, of all people? No way.
Even after they became friends, Riddle always thought someone a little more… refined would catch his fancy.
Yet another thing to be wrong about, he supposed.
Sitting with this new revelation was difficult for Riddle. It was something so entirely new that he had no hope of knowing what he was doing.
So he was now left with important question he did not have the answer to.
What now?
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A/N: Aaand here is the first part! I think it’s way better and much more worth the read hahaha. @ramshell hopefully this an improvement.
I’ve decided that I’m not happy with how “Going Going Gone” turned out, so I will be rewriting it and separating it into different parts. Hopefully it will turn out actually decent this time.
Crewel: One day, when I get to heaven, they will have a special seat saved for me for surviving with this class
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Trein: I was in the army when I was younger. I fought in (x) war and-
Ace:Sir?
Trein:Yes?
Ace: Did you ever kill anyone?
Trein:
Trein: I’m not going to answer that
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Vargas: I don’t care what you have to say, you will participate or else
Students:
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A/N: Well this one was short but the first one was my Maths teacher, second one was my History teacher, and the last was my- you guessed it- P.E teacher
— warnings: Sort of risqué near the end? No nsfw! Just a little bit spicy so please proceed with caution in case!
Cater has long thought about the relationship between the two of you — always so close but not close enough to the point where he could freely hover his hands over your skin. Your relationship is stuck in a limbo that dances on the fence between platonic and romantic, and Cater wasn’t the type to be able to differentiate the two so easily.
You let out a small groan as you plopped down on his bed, stretching your arms and kicking off your shoes before lying down. He invited you over to go over the materials Professor Train gave everyone earlier, the stack of books intimidatingly standing on his desk.
“Argh, Professor Trein is too cruel, don’t you think so? Giving us this much to study right before the weekend…” you complained, grabbing the soft pillows placed on his bed before turning your gaze towards him. Cater felt his heart jump a little at the sight of you clutching his pillow so tightly on his bed — there was something about the scene that set off the whole zoo in his stomach.
“Right~? I was totally looking forward to visiting this super cute cafe too.” Cater loosened his tie, tying his hair back with a ribbon he got from an online shop a few days back. He slouched back into his seat as he stared at his phone screen before his gaze eventually shifted to you.
“Our date?” You asked him absentmindedly but the impact those two words had on him was tremendous — he could barely keep himself together to hide the embarrassment tinting his cheeks. The way you said it so casually made him feel a little bit sad, is this what being in the friend zone usually felt like? Were you treating him so casually because you regard him as nothing but a friend?
Come to think of it, wasn’t there this one trend going around that had you kiss your friend to see how they react? Cater would be lying if he said he never thought about doing it to you but he was disciplined enough to stop himself from doing such a thing in case you really didn’t like him that way.
But… he felt a little bit different — a bit bolder and a tad more reckless.
He stood up and sat next to you on the bed, caging you between his arms. It wasn’t an uncommon gesture for someone as touchy-feely like Cater so you paid it little mind. But seeing his eyes telling you a different story made your hold your breath in anticipation.
He dragged his thumb over your bottom lip, a different kind of sensation sending tingles through his skin — the heat spreading inside his body was wildly different from what he’s used to. He wonders, for a second, how would you react if he kissed you?
Would you still regard him as only a friend? And so, fueled by the need to know the answer, he swooped in for a kiss. A kiss that barely lasted, as if a ghost touched your lips yet you could still feel its warmth. Cater’s ears turned red, watching your expression closely. Though the butterflies swarming inside his stomach only worsened when you suddenly positioned yourself to sit on his lap.
“Friends don’t do this kind of thing usually, don’t they?” You let out a small laugh — despite your accusatory words, your tone was coated with mischief. As if you were waiting for this moment all along. Cater could feel your lips tugging upwards as he swooped in for another kiss. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling your body closer to him as if desperate to feel your warmth.
“Friends…” Cater mumbled under his breath when he pulled back, his hand creeping up underneath your shirt. His lips nestling itself in other places where he wanted to touch you — you could only feel a shiver go down your spine when you felt his lips on your neck.
“Don’t you think we’re already way past that point?” You could feel his hot breath against your neck. “Sorry about that but I don’t plan on being just a friend.”
“Well… does that make us lovers?” Cater was the type to be afraid of such commitments despite his flirtatious advances due to his upbringing as a child. This kind of question would’ve scared him to death had you asked him months ago — though now that you were here in his room, sitting on his lap, there was little to explain about what was about to unfold when it came to your relationship.
You let out a small gasp when you felt Cater bite down slightly on the sensitive spot on your neck, you could barely make out the quick “sorry” he gave you when he felt you slightly jump in his arms. He rolled his tongue over the mark, feeling a little bit devious and topped it off with a loving kiss before replying: “If you’ll have me.”
“Isn’t it too late to ask that when we’re already doing this?” You swooped in to lock his lips with yours, wrapping your arms around his neck as your fingers played with his orange locks. This time, it felt a little bit more desperate — a little more needy, as if trying to make sure he gets your reply to his question. As if to say “yes” to him.
Cater smiled whilst pressing his lips against yours, returning just as much passion you gave him, the playful glint shining in his eyes. “Well… if you insist, I’ll take you as well ♪”
Lying down in a field of dandelions, Ruggie stared longingly into the night sky, the gentle breeze caressing his face as he closed his eyes and savored the serene moment he had to himself. His grandmother once told him about this place — a field full of dandelions as far as the eyes can see. She once told him that it’s a special place where wishes come true, a place where he should bring his future love to.
The moon and the flowers were his only witnesses. He picked up a dandelion, his lips forming a thin line before he let out a forced laugh. “… I must look stupid believing all that tittle-tattle about making wishes here.”
Ruggie sat up, his ears twitching as he contemplated his decisions — his grandmother once said that dandelions bring wishes to those who make them. Perhaps he was a little bit antsy and insecure, or maybe even a little bit worried, to be making a wish like this. But what outweighs them all was the longing he felt.
The feeling that made him so desperately want to be beside someone else. The one that makes his heart feel like it’s being squeezed dry when he looks at you. The one that made him want to burst into tears at the thought of you not liking him back.
He’d wish on dandelions. He’d wish on them all the time if it meant having you. He’d wish that you were his, wish that you were beside him right now, wish that your forever was with him, wish that your forever happiness would be with him of all people, and wish that the reason for your smiles would be him.
He blew on the dandelion in his hand. Hoping that his wishes would be carried to you by the wind, conveying the feelings he never told you.
ace never knew what it was like being this close to someone with the pretext of being intimate — something more than just friends yet something lesser than what resembled lovers. it was nerve-wracking, his cheeks flared up and the rest of skin felt like it was about to overheat.
the air was crisp. the smell of fried dishes lingered in the air as the distinct smell of spilled soda on the floor bothered him to no end. scattered paper cups littered around the room and it felt like it was a messy mosaic of what youth is about.
“hey…” ace wasn’t usually this nervous, not when his flirty remarks or jokes often stopped just on the thin line between platonic and romantic. but his face was only centimetres far from yours and it was hard for him to even think about joking anything off.
“close your eyes for a second, will you?” you closed your eyes, anticipating his next move and tried to calm your beating heart. ace inched closer and closer… until he stopped.
he didn’t want to come any closer yet he didn’t want to distance himself away from you just like this.
he brought his fingers close to your face and brushed his fingertips against your lashes, its warmth transferring to your skin which sent a shiver down your spine. you opened your eyes, wondering what ace was doing to you —
and there he stood, smiling smugly, saying, “you got an eyelash in your eye. don’t tell me… you were expecting something else?”
you almost pushed him away out of sheer embarassment, slightly ashamed that you were expecting something else from him. but before you could wriggle away from his grasp, his arms wrapped itself around your figure and held you close, nestling his face into the crook of your neck.
a warm sensation settled itself at the back of your neck, sending you cold shivers down your spine despite the heat it gave you. he dragged his finger down as if tracing a letter on the back of your neck — あ-い-し-て-る
what you felt were nothing more than mere strokes that you could barely make out. not when your focus was being obscured by his touch. but, to him, it was a declaration — a silent plea. a confession.
a/n: just a special little valentine’s day thing featuring some of my favorite boys <3
the type of kiss and when it happened was all pulled out of a hat at random, but i think all of these are super cute! i hope all of you have a nice valentine’s day! love always, star
it happens after dinner, as you get up from the table to wash the dishes. despite you and your boyfriend a few hours before giggling and swaying in each other’s arms as music played in the background of your new and unpacked apartment with equally flushed faces, it was this action that flustered you the most.
the heterochromic boy, feeling uncharacteristically bold, stands and pulls you back towards him by your wrist, your lips meeting his in an instant. you find yourself melting into the kiss as his gentle hands now find themselves on your waist and on your face tilting your head deepening the kiss a little more. you pull away first, flushed and needing air as you stare at grown boy in front of you. atsushi smiles softly at you as he brushes away stray hairs from your face.
“you know you could’ve just asked me to stay?” you ask playfully, a faint blush still plastered on your features, making atsushi’s heart soar.
he only smiles cheekily at you as he retorts, “yeah, but then i wouldn’t get a kiss” the tone in his voice shifts however, to a familiar gentle and soothing tone, “happy valentine’s day (y/n)! thanks for coming into my life, i love you”
it’s unexpected, came out of nowhere on the walk to campus after picking you up from ramshackle. grim no where in sight babbling something about wanting to sleep in a little longer. the kiss was long and sweet, not like the quick, chaste pecks ace usually gives. when he moves away, you know that there’s a dust of blush on your cheeks, but you know his are worse, but you know well by now not to call him out on it. you want to ask where it came from, but he cuts you off, voice evidently showing his embarrassment.
“d-don’t think too much of it!” he looks away from you as he stammers slightly. you giggle as you shake your head fondly choosing not to say anything, but smile contently and continue to look at him as it looks like he has more to say.
“…it’s just cause cater and trey senpai lectured me the other day…said that maybe lack of affection outside might make you worried or something like that, especially since it’s almost valentine’s day. well, today is valentine’s day but i think you get what i mean… right?”
you blink in surprise, but then giggle taking his hand in yours making him splutter as you speak softly giving him smile that makes his heart pound. “…thanks ace, i appreciate it. happy valentine’s day, i love you”
he looks away grumbling under his breath, but doesn’t pull his hand away instead intertwining your fingers together with his.
“…yeah, i love you too prefect”
—♡ MAMMON / OBEY ME! ♡ ; HAND / EVENING
it was something you never saw coming as mammon has always been quite flustered with romantic words and actions, stumbling over them slightly even when it was just the two of you. it was same as always, you and mammon making your way back home to the house of lamentation after another day at RAD hands interlocked. you were talking about the plans you and your demon boyfriend had that evening, a movie in your room, snacks, cuddles, you know, the typical sleepover works, but when you look up at the white haired male, you find that he was already looking at you.
you stop walking and nudge mammon lightly, “hey, what’s up?”
“n-nothing’s up!”, he stumbled, “s-silly human, nothing’s wrong with the great mammon!”
you raise an eyebrow but your retort dies in your mouth as you realize that your boyfriend looks more serious than normal.
he says nothing but raises your intertwined hands up towards his lips making your breath hitch. he eyes are closed as he presses a warm and heartfelt kiss onto the top of your hands. your cheeks already feel warm, but you can tell they get darker as mammon opens eyes, full of emotion.
warmth. adoration.love.
“did ya think i forgot it was valentine’s day? ya really are stupid huh”
you give him a hard shove and he complains, but you both know that neither of you really mean anything because of the giant grins on your faces. the two of you fall back into a rhythm hands interlocked once more walking back home.
“i love you (y/n), ya better not forget it!”
—♡ LUKE PEARCE / TEARS OF THEMIS ♡ ; FOREHEAD / AFTERNOON
kisses from your boyfriend are random, but are sincere and sweet, just like your relationship. it’s valentine’s day and like you expected, luke shows up at your front door step with breakfast and your whole day planned.
for hours and hours, the two of you explore stellis, dropping by at little shops full of books, knickknacks, small cafes, pet shops, just about everywhere.
it was currently a bit into afternoon, and the detective found himself getting dragged into a little book store. it was quaint, but it had a certain charm to it; the atmosphere was calming and smelled like leather and old books. he watched fondly as you made your way through various shelved until one section caught your eye.
you pulled out a book and briefly scanned its contents before facing luke excitement practically vibrating off your figure babbling on about the contents. he admires your features, a soft look in his eyes making you freeze and feel a bit self conscious.
“hey! w-what are you looking at?”
your detective boyfriend chuckles lightly before placing his hands onto your cheeks bringing your head close to him. he places a loving kiss onto your forehead and he can feel your cheeks get warmer, something that makes a triumphant grin appear on his face.
his smile and the look in his eyes are enough to make you melt. but what really does it for you is what he says afterwards. as a lawyer, you’ve trained yourselves to be unwavering when listening to others, knowing that if you let your guard down, it can change the outcome of your case if you believe the lies and fall for the tricks.
“just someone special. my someone special to be completely specific, my watson~ happy valentine’s day, i love you. always had, always will.”
but you can’t help but break down all your walls for luke pearce.
you can’t help but snuggle deeper into tsuzuru’s hold, burying your face into his neck, the warmth radiating from him helping you drift off. but you control yourself knowing that once you pass out, your workaholic of a boyfriend would just tuck you in and get right back to work.
it’s two am, too early to be up, but for you and your boyfriend it’s the norm. especiallythe week a script is due, which it so happened to be. getting permission to stay over at mankai from izumi to take care of him during this crucial time period was an absolute blessing knowing tsuzuru’s sleep depriving habits.
it was only day two and said scriptwriter already has coffee and energy drinks for blood. so in light of that, a few moments ago, you’ve taken it upon yourself, (as quietly as you can to not wake masumi) to drag your boyfriend to bed to sleep, or at the very minimum take a small nap. it took a while, but you manage to get him in bed, but despite the longing of his body to sleep he just can’t.
there’s too many ideas for plot, character, lines all up in his head. he knows he can’t escape from you any time soon, and that you’re not gonna fall asleep before making sure he does first, so he might as well have someone to bounce ideas off of.
the two are practically pressed chest to chest, exchanging whimsical ideas for a play fit for mankai’s spring troupe, whispering everything knowing how bad of a temper his grouchy roommate could have. but as time went on, you both moved on from the theater talk to more random things.
whispers turning to giggles, and giggles turning to guffaws earning pillows thrown in your direction from masumi’s bed.
“you know what i just realized?” you whisper.
“if you say something about the laundry incident im going to hit you” he deadpans.
“tsuzuru! im serious!”
he rolls his eyes but a fond smile is present as he brushes hair out of your face, “okay what is it?”
“today’s valentine’s day!”, you whisper excitedly.
he blinks before realization dawns on his face, and you take the opportunity to make fun of him a little bit.
“for a scriptwriter and actor, you seem to be speechless. nothing to say? no sonnets to recite? you didn’t write a poem?”, you tease.
you laugh as he whisper yells at you, “don’t lump me in with homare-san!”
your laughs turn much quieter hearing a warning grunt from masumi, but you go silent as tsuzuru brings up a hand to your chin, tilting your head up and pressing an affectionate kiss to your forehead.
he then pulls you closer to him your face once again buried in the crook of your neck and you smile contently.
“sorry that you’re here taking care of me today and for the rest of week instead of us going out, but i really appreciate it”
your eyes begin to droop, but you fight it as you know he has more to say.
“and about those sonnets? and poems? i don’t think anything i write is going to express how much i love you. there isn’t enough words”, he chuckles, “but there are a few things that i can say”
his tone grows a little quieter knowing you’re on the bridge of drifting off, and you fall asleep with his sweet words the last thing on your mind.
“happy valentine’s day (y/n), i love you. more than anything.”
somehow, you have the feeling that tsuzuru wont be leaving this bed anytime soon.
—♡ KYAN REKI / SK8 THE INFINITY ♡ ; LIPS / MORNING
the weather is sunny and warm as always in okinawa and you wait outside the kyan household with your bike one hand, reki’s gift in another. it was valentine’s day after all.
you sigh, smile and shake your head fondly as you hear the chaos that was the kyan household on a regular morning.
loud and full of life.
your smile only widens as your red headed boyfriend comes tumbling through his front door, in hand his beloved skateboard and roses…??
you raise an eyebrow and in return he sheepishly smiles at you, his hand scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. but nonetheless, he beams at you and you can feel your knees weaken.
“i got them for you! happy valentine’s day!”
your heart melts and you accept the bouquet from reki wondering how you managed to snag such a sweet boyfriend.
as you admire the flowers, reki is busy admiring you.
(it’s one of his favorite past times. even more than skateboarding! and who cares if miya and langa say he has a dumb dopey look on his face when he does!)
you catch him staring you and you giggle, his grin only widening. though his face changes to one of confusion as pink suddenly takes his vision. you move the small pink bag away from his face and give him a cheeky smile as you place the small gift in his palm.
he puts his skateboard on the ground and looks at you, and you encourage him to open it, “go ahead, it’s for you. but start with the envelope”
he does whaat you says and gasps in excitement, “are these stickers for my skateboard?!”
“yup! take a closer look!”
he gasps again as he looks at the designs of the stickers. on them are little doodles of you, him, and your friends; the same ones he doodles on his notebooks.
he looks at you adoration clear in his eyes, “did make my drawings into stickers?!”
he smile at him nodding as he looks through all of them. when he gets to the last one, he freezes as he soaks in the design. it was a heart shaped one of you and him, the doodle looking like it’s inspired by one of your selfies together. he also takes note that the whole doodle is in your art style making it 100 times more amazing he thinks.
he takes a peak at you and see that you’re already looking at him, a fond and peaceful look on your features that makes his cheeks flare up. he looks back into the bag and pulls out a bracelet. the sight of it lights up and fumble for something in his back pocket confusing you.
but that moment is short lived as he pulls out two matching bracelets. the action makes your eyes widen and you pull up the sleeve of your jacket showing off a bracelet that matched the one you gave him.
you looked at each other briefly before bursting out in joyful laughter.
after your laughing fit was over the two of you exchanged loving looks, the two of you both have dusty pink cheeks.
“so i guess two brains think alike! who would’ve thought we would’ve given each other matching bracelets!” reki gleefully exclaims.
you giggle before launching yourself into his arms, the action making him nearly drop his present, but he reacts quick and wraps his arms around your frame.
god, he truly is in love with you.
andman does he wanna kiss you right now.
and he does just that.
your eyes widen as you process his lips on yours, but just like your boyfriend, you react quick and kiss him back. you can feel him smiling through the kiss and you’re sure he can feel you smiling too. the kiss is warm and full of passion, just like reki.
when the two of you pull away, you’re both breathless. you lean your forehead against his and give him a quick peck on the nose, a peaceful smile on your lips.
“happy valentine’s day, (y/n). thanks for sticking around!”
—♡ KIRISHIMA IKUYA / FREE! ♡ ; HAND / EARLY HOURS
despite a long day of work (for you) and practice (for ikuya) and college (for the both of you unfortunately), you find yourself having a pleasant chat with your boyfriend on his bed.
you’re both facing each other, blanket haphazardly thrown over your waists, and shy adoring smiles on your faces.
as ikuya talks about his iwatobi, his hometown, you take one of his hands and begin to play with it; you trace shapes like hearts and stars on his palms and play with his fingers, eventually interlocking his fingers with yours.
at the action, he pauses his story and raises an eyebrow at you, a knowing smile set on his features.
“what’s up?”
you hum as you squeeze his hand in yours, “nothing much, just admiring the look of our hands. they look good together yeah?”
the teal haired boy flushes and you laugh at him, your amusement evident.
you smirk at your boyfriend and he internally curses at you for being good looking.
“you make it too easy ikuya”
“be quiet (y/n)”
your smirk turns to one of a mischievous grin to which ikuya only rolls his eyes in response. but afterwards, a thoughtful look makes its way onto his face making you confused.
“what’s wrong?” you ask worriedly.
he says nothing, but only brings your still intertwined hands close to him and places a long, loving kiss on the back of your hand. this time, you’re the one with a flushed face.
the way he looks at you after would have made your knees wobble if you standing up, but the affect on your heart would still be the same; it’s beating a little faster and you’re positive ikuya can hear it too.
“look at the time” he whispers softly.
you do as he says and turn behind to see the clock on the night stand.
3:27 AM
he chuckles as you turn back to him with a puzzled look on your tired features.
“it’s valentine’s day (y/n)”
your mouth forms into an “o” shape as the realization dawns on you.
“ah”
ikuya snorts before kissing your hand once again. contentment, peace, and love shining through in his smile and in his beautiful eyes.
“i love you (y/n), happy valentine’s day”
—♡ OIKAWA TOORU / HAIKYUU!! ♡ ; CHEEK / AFTERNOON
you wait by the door as you watch your stupidly handsome boyfriend wrap up practice. you find yourself sighing as you watch tooru get hit in the face by other volleyball by no other than iwaizumi hajime.
“he just never seems to learn does he,” you find yourself muttering, rolling your eyes.
looking back up, you find yourself making eye contact with makki and mattsun, and you give them a lazy salute as they grin lazily at you. but those lazy grins turn a little more mischievous as they make their way towards you at the door.
“hey (y/n)”
“hey makki, mattsun. what’s up?”
the two friends wrap an arm around each of your shoulders and you can feel an impending headache coming on, and surprisingly, it’s not from them.
you countdown from three in your head and lo and behold three seconds pass and before makki or mattsun have the chance to say anything you find yourselvs in your boyfriend’s arms.
“leave (y/n) alone! i’m the one going on a date tonight! not you two!”
you roll your eyes at your melodramatic boyfriend before shoving him off ignoring his whines and the other third year’s snickers.
“well there won’t be much of a date if we’re late, stupid”
“you’re spending too much time with iwa-chan!”, he screams, “iwa-chan! im banning you from (y/n)! 10 feet apart at all times!”
“leave me out of this shittykawa!”
“GEH (y/n)! iwa-chan’s being a brute aga—HEY (Y/N)! WAIT FOR ME”
not listening, you begin to walk faster only turning around to give your friends and boyfriend another lazy salute, only slowly down your pace when you hear rapid footsteps catching up to you.
you smile as he matches your pace, finding a rhythm and walking next to you, still slightly panting.
“you’re so mean you know that?” he whines.
you snorted and shove him with your shoulder lightly. “well someone has to be tooru”
“i beg to differ”
you raise an eyebrow at him, amusement and slight disbelief in your tone, “are you pouting?”
“no! no im not”
“i actually have a 5 year old for company”
“your company happens to be your beloved boyfriend thank you very much!”
“that doesn’t make me feel better”
“(y/n)!”
you laugh at the mock betrayal in his voice, finding amusement with the whole situation. afterwards, you smile at him knowing he’s still pouting and nudge him again with your shoulder.
“come on, this date won’t happen on its own now would it?”
the playfulness in your voice makes oikawa smirk slightly, but the fondness is there all the same.
he presses a swift but heartfelt kiss on your cheek making you laugh out in joy.
“happy valentine’s day (n/n)! love you so much kay?”, he flashes you a genuine grin, one he rarely shows in public, it’s full of childishness and excitement and you can help but but grin.
“now let’s go! we’ve got shops and cafes to visit!”
he begins to run and he grabs you by the wrist leading you to your next destination, another place to make more memories to last a lifetime.
you’re grinning so hard you think your face’ll fall off.
WOOO!! ITS STILL VALENTINE’S DAY HERE SO YES I DID IT
i love my boys all the same, but i think it’s obvious to see which ones i kind of struggled on. but! nonetheless this whole thing was really fun! i haven’t had this much fun writing in a while so it was really nice to just get back into the groove. i hope you all had a good valentine’s day!
and as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3writing belongs to me! please do not plagiarize, repost, or translate on here or any other sites!
