ISAGI IS SO RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

ISAGI IS SO RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

5:40 pm - Isagi Yoichi

You're Yoichi's first.

The first person he's ever confessed to, his first relationship, the first person he's ever loved.

It's no surprise. On Valentines day he didn't receive anything, each year he passively listens to his teammates plan out and discuss how to reciprocate on White Day, unable to relate. Whenever his classmates brought up the discussion of crushes and who'd be the best to date, his name was never brought up.

Yoichi genuinely did not care. He's not interested in pursuing romance, and would much rather prioritise and focus on the relentless journey to achieve his dream of becoming number one. In fact, he perceived the lack of dating in his life as something to be proud of, he has more time to dedicate to his objectives as an athlete.

Yet here he finds himself, holding your hand in secret, skin drenched in sweat and face dusted with pink.

17 years of being ignored by love, the streak broken by you.

It all started when coach introduced you as the new manager, he didn't think much of you at first, just someone to appreciate for their help and time.

But before he knew it "Good morning" became a silent thought of "How do you look so pretty?". "I'll see you tomorrow!" turned into Yoichi changing his route home so he could be with you for a bit longer, even if he got home a lot later. The connection of manager and athlete was rewoven into lovers, by a bashful and stuttering confession from Yoichi.

And that was the initiation of his first relationship.

It's kept secret. At least for now. Not until Yoichi's ready, the concept of a relationship has always been so foreign for him. You're patient, you understand that it's all new and overwhelming for him.

His lack of experience never took anything away from the relationship. It's adorable despite his oblivion to what love is like. Behind the image of good friends hid sweet nothings uttered while no one was watching. Manager and athlete concealed the awkward yet sweet attempts to hold your hand. This 'friendship' of yours disguised the unfathomable love and adoration you possessed for each other.

"If I could share this little kindness, even a normal day like this will become a fantastic day."

The soft rattling of the bus accompanies the music, filtering out a bit of the noise from the rest of the soccer team.

He can hear his own heart beat too.

Even after getting together, something as simple as sharing earbuds with you is enough to make him blush.

He averts his attention from watching Bachira stealing stuff from Kunigami to his right, to you. And gosh, he swears his heart skipped a beat.

You're gazing out the window, he doesn't even have a full view of your face, yet he's so enamored with he's seeing. All of it's flawless, the sinking sun in the distance, pink hues mingling with yellow; the way the sky's remaining sunlight engulfs you, highlighting your features, cloaking you with radiance.

He's yours and you're his, it's been like that for the past month yet it still feels thoroughly unreal.

His hand reaches out to you, a gentle poke followed by an equally gentle pinch. It's an act of affection he learnt from you, after you begged to touch his cheeks after commenting how soft and 'squishy' they looked. Initially, he found it confusing, but didn't mind because of your satisfied reaction.

The action makes you turn towards him, slightly confused yet curious what he was doing, and it drives him insane how you're able to make him feel this way without doing anything at all.

"Just a bit more, just a bit more." The music continues in his ear.

"Yoichi? What's wr-"

Yoichi's lips replace his fingers, softly planting a kiss on your cheek. It leaves you dumbfounded, staring at him in disbelief. He's always been so shy, even holding hands was a big deal to him. Your fingers inch closer to where he kissed. "Wow..."

"Your lips are really moist."

He's caught off guard. "Shit, sorry, is that bad?" He tries to wipe his lips with his sleeve, but your hand catches his wrist.

"No, not at all." Yoichi's embarrassed at how you're laughing at his assumption, but he barely notices it, because the way you laugh is so pretty, everything is; but something about your laughter that makes him feel weak in the knees. "I liked it." The rosy colour appearing on your cheeks give him a sense of pride, though his face was probably a bright scarlet now.

"It'll be your lips next time." It's a mumble barely loud enough for you to hear, but his embarrassment is evident as he whispers out a flustered 'oh god'.

"I'll be looking forward to it." It's so unfair how your mere existence and words can fluster him so effortlessly. "Why all of a sudden though?" It wasn't too much of a risky move since everyone else was too preoccupied with their phones or each other, but it still piqued your curiosity.

"The music was really nice. And the sky was pretty. You were as well-, I mean you always have been and are-, yeah. It seemed perfect..."

"Oh god Yoichi, you always have and always will be perfect to me." As if your sweet words weren't enough, you rest your head against his shoulder, and his face somehow manages to heat up even more. "Oh we've arrived at the station, c'mon let's get home." Yoichi's not even sure if he's brave enough to venture out in public in such a flustered state.

The two of you patiently wait for everyone to catch their respective trains, after getting off the bus.

"Bye everyone, see you at practice."

"See ya." Bachira's always been a cheerful person, but this time his grin somehow entails more joy than usual. "Congratulations Isagi, thanks for the money."

"Huh? Money?"

Before either of you can ask for clarification, Bachira jumps onto Kunigami. "Hand over 1k! We win~!"

"You all owe us. Don't even try to hide from us I have a checklist." Nagi mumbles, and half of the team groan as they pull out their wallets.

"Um, Reo? Please clarify?" The soccer team was indeed odd, but this was inexplainable.

"They bet money on whether you were dating or not." Ah.

"Did you win?"

A smug smirk appears on his face. "Of course I did, I'm not an idiot." Why would winning a bet even matter to him when his family was the richest in Japan? "Isagi using too much lip balm?"

"Honestly I couldn't imagine Isagi pulling." Kunigami comments, the silent gasp and the look on Yoichi's face is absolutely priceless.

"Oi Kunigami, c'here." Yoichi almost pounces on Kunigami, who flees immediately. "And screw you Reo." He exclaims before chasing Kunigami.

"You owe me too, Kunigamikinnikun." Chigiri calls out. "I'll see you tomorrow, hope he doesn't give you a hard time." And soon he's off to sprint after Kunigami.

Well, there goes your 'secret'.

tagging. @kiyumiya

© kitorin : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

-ᴋɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ-

pairings: M. Kaiser x male! reader

warning(s): Kaiser, a teensy bit of angst, fluff, enemies to lovers (kinda), a little bit of cursing

a/n: this is pretty much self indulgent. i thought of a tall reader when i was writing it, although i’m not as tall as Kaiser lol. the Kaiser brain rot is real T_T this looked way better in my head

wc: 2.4k

!not proofread!

nobody infuriated you more than Michael fucking Kaiser.

not only did he pretend to be superior to you; he looked down on every walking, talking, living creature. he never failed to make your blood boil, especially, when he spoke to you like you were nothing more than a peasant, born to serve him. you were a calm, level-headed person; but even you found it difficult not to punch that shitty smile off his face.

you felt like you had won the lottery at having the worst luck. you just so happened to live in the same building as him; just on different floors. you couldn't count the number of times you had taken the stairs to your apartment floor, just so you won't run into him at the elevator, or when you would parked your car far from your block, just so you wouldn't run into him in the morning when he was leaving for practice.

---

your hands were shaking, the rational part of your brain begging you to not throw a punch at the man standing before you. taking a deep breath in, you sighed. he deserves that punch, but you were better than this. better than him. swiftly turning away from him, you continued to search for your favorite cereal.

you had the misfortune of running into him during your monthly grocery shopping. and now he wouldn't leave you alone. why was he even here? it wasn't like he was buying anything. at least not anymore. he had left the shopping cart in the milk aisle when he spotted you. seriously? wasn't this dude some famous soccer player? shouldn't he be at, i don't know, practice or something?

"so? what do you say?" he asks with a charming smile plastered on his face. "no," you replied without looking his way. what was he asking you anyway? you really weren't listening to him. you missed the way his smile dropped a little, but he was determined to get you to come. if Michael Kaiser was anything, it was stubborn.

"why not? i'm even giving you the vip tickets," he said in a way that almost sounded like a whine. you turned around to face him and almost regretted it when you saw his smile widen a bit. you blinked at him, confused out of your mind. tickets? to what? a game? was he inviting you to watch his game?

"tickets to what?" you questioned him with a small tilt of your head. and the worst part? you looked genuinely confused. Kaiser visibly deflated when he realized you weren't paying attention to him. he regained his posture quickly before bobbing his head up and down in a form of a nod, "it's next week. saturday. and you have to come."

taking yet another deep breath, you turned around, dragging your cart with you. was this guy seriously ordering you to come to his game? even the slightest of a chance of you going to his game was just yeeted out of the top floor of the tallest building.

"hm? (name)?" and he had the audacity to follow you around like a puppy after all that. he put his hand on top of your shoulder, trying to turn you to look at him. your hand was gripping the cart like your life depended on it. well, technically a life did depend on it. not yours, but Kaiser's. you swear you were so close to killing him.

you swatted his hand away, quite harshly, leaving him behind. he watched your back, before you turned to a different aisle, completely disappearing from his sight. looking down at his hand, Kaiser could see the red mark left behind. it slowly was beginning to sting too. ignoring the pain, he stuffed his hands in his pants. he walked out of the grocery store, with a frown on his face. the things he came to buy were long forgotten. a single question lingering in his mind, did you really hate him that much?

---

days went by and it had been suspiciously quiet all week. it almost felt too good to be true. it was finally saturday. the weekend was here. phew, finally you can relax now. no more dealing with people. you came back from your morning run to see a white envelope tucked in your gate. gently tearing it, you looked at the contents inside of it. they were tickets to a soccer game. Bastard München vs PXG?

you searched your brain to figure out why that name sounded so familiar. ah-ha! you remembered it now. bastard münchen was the team your annoying neighbor played for. as for the other...? you had no idea who they were. 

looking around the corridor, you didn't see him there. he probably dropped this off when you went for your run. shrugging, you went inside your house. tossing it on your dining table, you went to take a long, and a very much-needed shower.

---

catching up on the sleep you missed during the week was probably your favorite way to spend your saturdays. looking at the time, you realized you had slept for longer than you intended to. it was already evening. you went to your kitchen to get yourself a drink when you noticed the tickets Kaiser so graciously dropped off this morning. you had honestly forgotten about it.

checking the time again, you realized that the game had already started a few minutes ago. it wasn't every day that you get vip tickets to a game. and it would honestly be a waste not to use those tickets. changing into something comfortable yet stylish, you drove off to where the game was being held. (you got your drink on the way.)

---

it took you longer than you had expected to get here. the traffic was loud and seemed to never end. you almost regretted leaving the comforts of your cozy home. now sitting comfortably in the chair, you were honestly impressed at the view you had of the field. these were some good ass seats.

it seemed like the second half had just started. the score was 3-2 in favor of PXG. a small frown unconsciously tugged at your features. was Kaiser losing? the match continued like usual. you watched the game like a hawk, your eyes never leaving the field. Kaiser had just scored a goal. you let out a whistle at that. honestly, you were impressed. he scored that goal faster than you could even comprehend what was happening.

as much as he didn't want to, Kaiser knew he had an image to keep up. so forcing himself to turn towards the stands, he plastered on a fake smile, even throwing a small wave toward the people watching him. his eyes drifted towards the vip section, more specifically, towards the seats he had booked for you.

he was really hoping you would come to his game. it would've meant a lot to him. but every time he looked that way, you weren't there. his mood continued to deplete the longer the game went on. he could barely focus on the game. even the coach had warned him that if he wasn't going to score soon, he'll be benched. and that's why he almost couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you, sitting in the seat he booked especially for you.

he didn't realize his smile switched from a fake to a genuine one. he continued to stare your way with a bashful smile stretched across his pretty features. his intense stare made you feel a bit awkward, as you tried to hide yourself from him by lowering yourself onto the seat a bit. reluctantly, you gave him a stiff wave, and that seemed to have brought him out of whatever dreamland he was stuck in. Kaiser doesn't think his cheeks have ever hurt from smiling so damn much.

---

the game had ended with Bastard München winning. you decided to wait for the stadium to clear a bit. because there was no way you were going to be smashed between so many people. like, be fucking for real; shouldn't they have made a separate exit for the vip's? 

after god knows how long you were able to see the other side of the exit. you dragged your feet all the way toward the exit. you were probably one of the last spectators remaining in the building.

"(NAME)!" turning around just in time to catch a flying body, you stumbled upon the contact, barely able to keep yourself from falling on the floor. looking down slightly, you could see Kaiser with an annoyingly cute smile plastered on his face, looking up at you. he looked a lot like a happy puppy to you. you were sure his tail would have been wagging aggressively, if he had one.

"you came!" he exclaimed in a cheerful voice, still clinging to you. it looked like he still had the excitement left in him from the game. "i was bored," you said in a tone that matched your words. still, Kaiser didn't seem to get disheartened by it. whatever the reason was, you still came to watch him.

"let go of me now," you grumbled. Kaiser gave you a closed eye smile. 13 seconds. that's how long you let him hug you. it was a new record!

---

ever since that day, you had been seeing more of him. he still annoys you, but it's been bearable. you would never admit it, to him or yourself, but his presence has grown on you, and you even liked hanging out with him sometimes. only when he wasn’t being a menace though.

you sipped on the last bits of your favorite drink before throwing it away in the trash bin you came across. you were walking around the park in your neighborhood with the Michael Kaiser himself. it was almost midnight. you don't even know why you’re out this late. but when Michael knocked on your door and practically begged you to go on a walk with him, you had no choice but to do so.

it was a comfortable silence between you two. you liked it. Michael was still sipping on his drink, looking around the lamp-lit streets surrounding the both of you.

there’s another thing you've grown to like; his eyes. they were the prettiest shade of blue and when light reflected off of them, you would be hypnotized, to say the least.

a hand holding yours caught your attention, and you were dragged towards your right. "come on! we're going this way," he said with a smile adorning his features. even after dragging you on the path he desired, he didn't let go of your hand. you didn't complain.

he was walking a few steps ahead of you; his hand, now intertwined with yours, dragging you along. he looked breathtaking. quite literally. your breath hitched for a second there, before you recollected your thoughts and continued to be dragged around by him.

"a penny for your thoughts?" his calm voice brought you out of your daze. your eyes met his and he gave you a smile. "don't worry about it," you dismissed it quickly, and continued walking, this time dragging him behind you. he smiled at your intertwined hands and gave them a small squeeze.

---

"it's getting late. we should get going," you said looking at the sky. even though there weren't as many stars, because of the city lights and pollution, you could still see some of the stars that managed to shine through. after hearing no response, you looked at Michael from the corner of your eyes. you raised a brow at him. why was he looking at you like that? did you have something on your face? 

"what are you thinking about?" you asked the blond man in front of you. 

"it's not fair (name)," he replied still looking at you. you let out a confused sound at his weird answer. he chuckled at your adorable expression, "i'm just saying, that it's not fair how good you look doing the simplest of things. it's kinda annoying." what he said was true, kind of. just now when you were gazing at the sky, he couldn't help but stare at you, the light from the surroundings made you look other-worldly, ethereal.

the tip of your ears burned at hearing the sudden compliment from him. did that even count as a compliment? you tried to scowl but couldn't help but laugh at the irony. you thought the same thing as him. yes, you used to despise him, dare you say, even hate him. but the more time you spent with him, the lesser you hated him. how does that even work? 

"what?" Michael asked with a confused expression. he was half expecting you to shut him out, walk away from him, anything but that. "you know what's actually annoying?" you asked with a small smile, amusement in your eyes. Michael loved all the attention you were giving him in that moment, that he didn't even register your question. "what?" he asks after realizing you were still waiting for his answer.

"you"

he pouted at your answer. way to ruin the moment (name), he thought. you let out another laugh seeing his pout, it wasn't every day that you would see the German pouting. holding his chin between your fingers, you turned his face towards yours. "wanna know why?" you asked the blond. your fingers were still grasping his chin, Michael noted. he gave a short nod. honestly, he didn't want to know. who would wanna know that the man you've grown to like thought you were annoying? get some common sense (name)! but the look in your eyes compelled him to agree.

"because i don't know what i wanna do when i’m with you," you sighed. Michael was utterly and completely confused. what did you even mean? your hand left his chin to cup his face. running your thumb over his cheekbones, you couldn't stop the smile that was threatening to break out. "you confuse me so much. i don't know if i wanna punch you in the face or kiss you stupid," you answered, observing his face for any signs of discomfort. 

you watched his eyes widen. his face felt warmer than before. the emperor looked at a loss of words; when was the last time that happened? you mused to yourself. 

"then do it." you looked at him, waiting to see if he was going to say anything else, "kiss me stupid (name)."

this was probably going to be the only time you would obey his orders. leaning towards him, you let your lips hover over his, "gladly." 

“can you just hold still please?!” you exclaimed taking a step back from your boyfriend.

“ok well i didn’t know this was gonna hurt this bad..” he mutters, rubbing his eyebrows.

“rin, it’s not that bad.” you deadpan.

he looks up at you, through his eyelashes, almost pouting. his hair is pinned back with your hair clips that have little stars on them, and his eyebrows are semi furrowed. he looks adorable. you stifled a giggle as you step back towards him.

he was donned on top of the toilet with the seat down, while you were hovering over his left leg, trying to clean up his eyebrows. he was the one who wanted to do this after all…

“i’m almost done okay.” you say softly, pressing a kiss to his bare forehead. he mutters something, but you’re too focused on him. there is soft music playing from the phone on the sink. your hands are gently placed on his temple, and moving around his eyebrows. he twiddles with his hands, not quite sure what to do with them. he wants to hold you, it seems almost fitting in this position, but he’s not sure if you’d be comfortable with it. you two had been dating for a little, and your relationship was still developing. one of the hardest things for him to get used to was physical touch. now that he had it, he yearned for it but always had a hard time reciprocating it or initiating it.

“i’m almost done i promise, i just gotta get this part over here..” you said, droning off as you focus once more. all he can do is stare at the necklace hanging around your neck, with his jersey number on it. he smiles softly to himself.

picking his chin up with your other hand, you make eye contact with him. he looks at you, eyes wide.

“what are you giggling about mister.” you say faking seriousness. he smiles softly, and you can’t help but plant a soft kiss on his lips. as you do, he slips his hand on the side of your thigh. as you focus once more on his eyebrows, trying not to focus on his touch too much.

he’s rubbing circles in your soft thigh with his thumb, and you can’t tell if he’s comforting himself or you.

“ok let me see.” you say, putting a finger below his chin and lifting it. he’s looking up at you, his lashes fluttering calmly as his teal eyes bore into yours.

you couldn’t help but get flustered. “i’m all done rin.” you say, giving him a small kiss on the nose. he immediately gets up and checks the mirror, looking at his brows. now you can really see the height difference, as it is normal for him to look down on you and not the other way around. “the clips are still in your hair y’know.” you nonchalantly say, liking the look they gave him. “though you look pretty with your hair back too…” you say trailing off, picking up the cotton pads from the counter you had used.

in an instant he is grabbing your arm to turn you around, and cupping your face. he kisses you, softly but you can feel the love behind it. he rubs an innocent finger over your bottom lip, “thank you.” your eyes are wide now, and your mouth slightly open. you weren’t used to him acting like this, and it clearly showed. all you could mutter out was an “o-okay” while he smiled to himself while taking the clips out of his hair, while you stood there shocked.

“why are you standing there like that?”

“i-well i’m not used to you acting like this! not that i don’t like it i-i i like it, im just- it’s catching me off guard you know and i-“

“wow.” he says simply looking at you, his lip curling. “is this the effect i have on you??”

“rin i will pluck all your eyebrow hairs off right now.” you say, seriously.

SAE IS SO RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

=͟͟͞͞ ★ ... ITOSHI SAE : DEVOTION

tags: gn! reader, religious imagery (ish), prince! sae and knight! reader, strong pining, implied relationship (what kind? that’s a secret :3) summary: your loyalties belong to the Itoshi's but mainly the eldest son, and most remarkably, your prince. extra: yoooooo i just wanted to free this from my drafts. this was a draft of my prev fic affections of a prince which IS INSANE because i scrapped this, anyway enjoy reading ppl!

Your knighthood is legendary, you serve the eldest prince of the eastern kingdom. Itoshi Sae is both your rock and your home. He shelters your battleworn figure and sees past the chainmail, the heavy sword and the flush of battle on your face. The prince knows that you are tired, and that you are scared deep down. He calls you home, tells you that not every battle is one you must fight, tells you that he will always stand by you.

You are solely loyal to the Itoshi’s. This is no secret, you wear their livery, you wear armor forged by their smiths. You know the small tilt of Sae’s head from where he stands with his family in court as he looks at you, is a sign of his silent approval. He never tells you outright that he likes it, but you know the lingering gazes and the endearment in his eyes are no illusion.

Sometimes you think that you are devoted to Sae like he is a man made god. That he can be put on altars and celebrated in revered spaces. That your love and loyalty can be equated to pilgrims longing to be with their god, to travel far and wide to serve them wholeheartedly. Ignoring the ache of sore feet and weary hearts missing home, because your home is with Sae, and the pilgrims with their god.

Everytime you are instated elsewhere other than the castle they say the elder prince is caught in his temper. He does not venture out when you are missing from court. A solitary man, your god is, you love him no less for it. You tell him that he cannot keep hiding when you are out, but he insists that there is no use if you cannot be there with him.

Your grip on the reins of your horse weakens at his words.

“Please my prince,” you plead, your armor is heavy but you are used to its weight. 

Prince Sae is beautiful, he has eyes of aquamarine, and he has hair like pink quartz. He has heard this plea from you many times over, he must be tired, but he never relents. A prince is not born to give into the pleas of those around him, he is born with the knowledge that others must give into his wishes.

“You mustn't,” he says, his gaze is fierce and it burns you. “Stay, you are loyal to me, not my father.”

Your horse whinnies, and your frown. A hand of his comes up to touch your cheek, you try and dissuade him, your hand trying to pull his back down and away from your face. His grip is strong and you wriggle like a captured beast under the skin of his palm. Warm and alluring, you feel drawn to the sensation but you are a knight, you serve for the purpose of your prince’s safety.

“I serve the kingdom too,” you say, feeling the soft pad of a finger rub a shape into your cheek. Tracing over a faint scar somewhere along the way as it wanders. Free and unashamed as he feels the figure of your jaw and the apples of your cheeks. 

Prince Sae is stubborn, he always gets what he wants. He pinches you, oh so lightly before huffing. How unbecoming of your prince, but you love him for every oddity in personality. You see something flash in his eyes, the plea to stay with him here, and avoid harm and be of good health.

He has always said that given enough time, when he is king, he will take care of everything for you. No more days spent over horseback and draped in angular armor and thin chainmail. Your time will be spent alongside him, in court, in whatever position you desire. He will keep you closest, that is how dear you are to the eldest prince. 

“The kingdom is my birthright,” Prince Sae fusses, face curdling the longer he has to force you to stay.

You feel around the side of your saddle, there is a small hunting knife tucked into the worn leather. You slip it out and hold it in one hand before presenting it to him. It is sheathed in leather as well, but clearly unlike your saddle, it has rarely been bitten by the elements and is clearly well taken care of.

“Your safety is my oath,” you pull away from him and press the knife into his free hand. “I swear to words older than both of us that I will keep you safe. Let me defend your kingdom, let me defend our home. I swore to rites ancient and redundant, you must always come before me as the prince.”

Your prince is amused, “And what will I do with a knife?”

“Defend yourself,” you say, moving his hand in a way that allows you to close his fingers over the hilt of the dagger.

He chortles, a rare display and one so tempting to dream of over and over again. 

“So be it,” he takes the dagger and turns it over in one hand. “You may go.”

Painstakingly you pull away from him, and he watches you vanish into the distance. The stables behind you shrink and vanish into nothingness. The further you venture on horseback, the smaller and smaller your prince grows. You don’t have it in you to look back, your courage would diminish had you seen the look of yearning in his eyes. 

Knights rarely have any reason to be impeded by their foolishness, there is little room for any doubt if you are that dedicated to your chivalry. But, on occasion, when you are worlds apart from your prince— in the near future, your sovereign, your only king —you feel your heart tremble and sway at the thought of him missing you just as hard as you do on travels and expeditions.

Sometimes, you feel more tied to your prince than you are to the mantra and dogma of your knighthood.

You still feel his hands on your face when night has fallen and when the distance is too great to fathom.

/

If a god can be worshiped anywhere as long as he has his devoted believers then worship can take any place.

You sit beneath the stars, in front of a fire, and you think of Sae. It is hard to think of anything else when you have him, in soul and in heart. Your bond is more than that of a knight and their prince, you feel like dog and master. Seldom can one doubt the loyalty of a dog, when it sleeps at the feet of its master and it waits unyieldingly, there is nothing else it knows but the feeding hand of its master— owner, if intended lovingly.

He is yonder away, but you feel as if he can be felt right beside you. The jut of his jaw and his eyes, the feel of soft skin and his voice like a hymn in your ears. He is vivid in your mind, colors as bright as that of fine silk tunics and dresses, polished gemstones and the shine of gold. He is as valuable as coins and perhaps even more, dare you say he is priceless. 

Maybe this is love, but it feels so lacking to attribute every burning and aching sensation you have ever felt for the prince to just love. It has to be something more, something grand and fitting for his status. Spun of stars and honey and all the wonder you have yet to experience in the universe, you think that sometimes this is more affliction than affection.

You rest your head on a makeshift cushion and you fall asleep.

In dreams he does not evade you either, should you accuse him of the occult and witchcraft, he seems to haunt you. There is nothing unpleasant about it though, you do things of mundane nature and of adventure and bold euphoria that strum you like a well oiled and magnificently crafted instrument. 

Tonight he spirits you away into the ballroom, no longer a knight but a regular individual. A peasant, sometimes royalty, sometimes you are just yourself. A plain knight, but regardless of how you present, he is always pulling you into his arms, his hands cupping your calloused palms and twirling you around. In other dreams, you dip him and you both laugh under the chandelier and candlelight.

“Dance with me?” He says, dressed immaculately and he extends you his hand.

Graciously and more delighted that you possibly can be, you accept and your dream is full of waltzes and other dances he knows. You have never been taught to dance, all your childhood went into shaping you into the perfect soldier, so you sparsely know the steps or when to turn. But your prince is patient, and he teaches you, guiding you and ensuring you don’t step on his feet.

When you wake, you go without any kind of noise and you hope to return sooner.

You yearn to return to where the land is holy and where your god rests. 

/

You return to your quarters after a month. 

Duties of protecting the people and upkeeping the peace is a taxing job. But a rewarding one nonetheless, so despite your exhaustion, you are aglow with joy and gratitude for being able to give aid and protect. You dwell little on your deeds when you enter your room and dispel yourself of your armor.

Each metal piece is taken off with deliberate care. The helmet, the chest piece, the boots and your cuffs. You strip them all and leave them on your worn armor stand. Your absence has left it slightly dusty and noisy when you fit each piece onto it as if you were putting it on yourself.

Once you are freed, you lay on your bed and you fall asleep.

Your dreams are garbled, they lack any kind of direction and you scarcely remember them when you wake. The first thing you register is the fact that you have a blanket thrown over you, and that your prince sits to the side of your lowly bed with a large pink fruit in his hands.

“My prince,” you say, voice hoarse from having woken up and you attempt to stand.

He nods, he passes the fruit into one hand, and the other stops you from standing up. It gently pushes you back to the place you lay and it leaves your skin warm. His touch feels like pure sunlight and it makes you feel aglow with how intimate it feels. In all your time as his knight, you have rarely made yourself seen to him without your armor. To have him touch you, and for his hand to only be separated by a blanket, makes you reel and sputter.

“Good evening,” he greets, scanning you from head to toe before relaxing his expression.

“I am unharmed,” you say, “just tired, my prince.”

Sae begins to break the skin of the fruit slowly, the pulp parts to reveal shiny red pieces. Small and vibrant, he breaks off a few from the white flesh and presses them to your lips. Obediently, though confusedly, you part your mouth and accept.

“This is a pomegranate,” he says, picking some of the red pieces and feeding himself. “And, please, it’s just Sae. Only and always for you, my dear.”

The flavor is unique but you find yourself enjoying it nonetheless.

“Thank you,” you say meekly. “You could have come later, Sae.”

He shrugs, and pulls his chair closer to you. Feeding you more of the pomegranate and beginning to recount any entertaining event that had occurred in your absence. You feel rather endeared by how he allows himself to loosen his personality and shed any kind of appearance he makes. 

It’s oddly intimate, to be fed fruit. To have someone willingly stain their hand with juice and pulp and desecrate the body of a fruit. Pomegranates are sweet yet tart, like fleeting kisses tinged with something unfamiliar. Maybe the desire to stretch the moment so long it eclipses a lifetime.

Sae stays with you until he starts to become sleepy himself, and despite your energy from having fallen asleep earlier, you move to make space in your bed and he lays beside you. Face pressed into the crook of your neck and arms around your waist, it is remarkable how humans fit together, and even more so when you pull him into your arms and play with his hair until his eyes fall shut.

Pilgrims are happiest when they are recognized by their god, happier when they can exist with them. 

Mortal beings are not intended to be found with their god pressed to their side, but perhaps an exception can be made for you. There is some kind of reward for such persevering and sustaining loyalty. 

You look at him where he lays and you can't help but stare.

“One day,” Sae whispers, “I’ll give more than pomegranates.”

“I thought you were asleep,” you laugh softly.

He grunts, inching closer to you despite there being no more space between you.

“You need not, all you are is more than enough for me.”

He smiles, and you return to playing with his hair and admiring him in the lowlight of your room. For as long as you are his knight, he will always be something akin to the divine and you the undying and relentless devotee.

okaaay soo hii

what about aiku oliver x m reader but the reader is opposite of oliver? (idk the genre😓)

ill keep leading you on, if you keep leading me into your room

hi :3 THIS TOOK SO LONG GRAAH

school au // oliver aiku x m!reader

warning(s): cursing, enemies to lovers troupe(?), slightly suggestive

you were the loner of your school. if not, then one of the loners. you didn’t have much friends and you weren’t very liked, but that didn’t bother you one bit. you were fine with your current friends and you weren’t bombarded with school kids trying to talk to you. your school life was easy; good grades, teachers liked you. school couldn’t have been better, right?

you were fine in school, if oliver aiku didn’t try to strike a conversation with you.

oliver was the womanizer of your school. rumor has it that he’s slept with half the cheer team! crazy, right? he’s popular amongst the entire campus. not only was oliver attractive, he was also athletic and flirty; what most school-girls would want in a man.

he could have almost anyone he wanted; he could’ve went for the cutest girl or the prettiest boy, but no. he unfortunately chose you as his victim. he’d always talk to you whenever he saw the opportunity to. it was annoying.

you were invited to a party— a frat-party— and you originally decided not to go, but who were you to miss out on an opportunity to have fun? and it was just for one night, as long as you didn’t participate in any alcoholic beverage consumption.

but what was so annoying, was that oliver was going to the party too.

everything was going well. you were on a soft, cream-colored couch which seemed awfully unfortunate if a drink would’ve spilled and ruined it. you were about to take a sip of your punch until you felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around your waist. the person let out a soft sigh; you smelt a hint of alcohol.

“(name)..” the person muttered. you recognized that voice; it was oliver.

you rolled your eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. this didn’t go unnoticed by oliver. “is (name) mad..? (name) is mad, isn’t he?” he teased, a soft chuckle coming out of his lips. “come on, pretty boy. don’t be like that..”

he leaned in closer to your neck, planting a soft kiss onto the nape.

“what do you want now?” you groaned, trying to pry oliver off of you.

“i want you, (name). let loose and have some fun with me, won’t you?” he pleaded, placing another kiss onto your neck.

oliver climbed over the couch and sat next to you. he held onto your waist tighter than before. “i promise i won’t do a hit and run.. i’ll stay with you— i want to stay with you, pretty..” he muttered, taking in your scent.

you bit the inside of your lip. you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find oliver attractive at all. his words left a bittersweet feeling. “stop playing, oliver.” you sighed.

“but i’m not, pretty.. i like you— a lot..” he said as he slid his hand under your shirt. “i want you and only you.. please..?”

he sounded so genuine. he wanted to sound genuine— you weren’t just a boy to him. you stole his heart and he let you take it without a second thought. you gave him the fluttering sensation in his stomach that he’s never felt with anyone but you. he wanted to give you those butterflies; he wanted you to let him love you.

he kept leaving small kisses on your neck and occasionally your shoulder. “i love you, pretty. i love you so much.” he muttered into your shoulder. “my pretty boy.”

all his sweet words and sayings couldn’t go unnoticed. it made you shiver; it made you blush. he was so gentle— so genuine. you just had to give in to him.

he started sucking the pulse-point on your neck. he loved you so much and he was expressing it to prove it.

he pulled back after a few seconds; softly kissing the hickey that he just gave you— a hickey that you let him give you. “i wanna be yours, i wanna give you all my love. please..?” he begged as he pulled you onto his lap.

you hesitated a moment before muttering a small “okay”, giving him the consent to give you the feelings that you gave him. opposites really do attract.

i lof chase atlantic 😣

You as rin's admirable senior

Warning! Random thoughts, quite intimate, rin being desperate of praises, broken ahh english.

Itoshi rin x male!reader/gn!

We all know rin is now at pxg right? But what changed him so much to the point he's now worth 180 million? Not even shidou is close to him.

You.

People look up to you so much, to the point even kaiser can't seem to hate you. At first the blue lock members look at you like you're some average player, well minus the good looking face ofc.

Until you started playing on the field. Eyes changed immediately after you stepped into the field. It's the way you can get into the flow so easily, but what got you alot of respect is that- unlike kaiser who rivaled against isagi and other blue lock members. You, instead, help them improve so much more, more specifically the pxg.

With the way you play, you pull these newbies into a scenery beyond what they used to. Of course only those can keep up will see the ethreal view of football in your eyes, and who is that person? Yes, rin.

You're kind, humble, always have a radiant of positive vibes, and always asking how are they- have they eaten yet.

From the moment you introduced yourself, he already took a closer eye on you.

The way you trained yourself, how you seem to always have the patience to deal with them, giving them an actual useful advice. He feels like he's being taken care of, And that made him lower his guard on you.

that made rin looked up to you so much.

Whenever after he played, no matter if it's a game or just practice, he always tries to find you, asking 'how did he do', if there's something that he 'need to improve', asking how he can see 'the same view you gave him'.

And you just look at him like he's some desperate puppy, honestly it's quite adorable.

You wanted to see more, i mean who doesn't?

It became a routine for rin to look for you, eyes desprate for praises. "You did such a good job today rin, that posture was spot on, those yoga's you did really pays off." Oh how those eyes started to sparkle out of pure happiness, him murmuring thankyou's after you praises him, while trying to keep his poker face.

Cute.

You don't wanna be those kind of person but, you might have a favorite out of all the blue lock players.

And you ended up giving him a special training and advice, just for him.