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itonashi · 7 days

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I LOVE YOU — ron kamonohashi

pairings: ron kamonohashi x gn!reader. warnings: fluff. established relationship. 0.9k wc. notes: this is my first fic for rkdd but i had to write for ron bc hello ?! he's such a menace (affectionate) <3

when you wake up, the first thought on your mind is that you haven’t slept this well in ages. usually you’re a light sleeper, roused from sleep by even the smallest disturbances.

this morning however, your eyes don’t open until past 10 am— extremely late by your standards. maybe it’s because this is your first time sleeping over at your boyfriend ron’s place. it’s also the first time in a long while that you’ve felt so loved, so safe.

his bed is as comfy as you’d expect it to be, covered with soft blankets, tons of pillows and platypus plushies. it’s huge too, easily big enough to fit both ron and you— but he’s not here.

you blink sleepily and sit up in bed, rubbing your eyes. the space beside you is empty, but the sheets are messy, meaning that ron did sleep here, at least for a while.

you frown. did he find sharing his bed with another person uncomfortable? or did he just have to get up early because toto brought him a case to solve?

you’re snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of something shattering. it seems to be coming from the kitchen. you throw the covers back, about to go find the source of the sound, when ron appears in the doorway.

he looks messier than usual, and it’s cute. his long dark hair is damp, and obscuring his eyes, slightly more tousled than what you’re used to. a towel is slung around his shoulders, and he’s already dressed in his usual t-shirt, jacket and jeans.

“good morning, y/n.” his voice is warm and tinged with excitement as he beams proudly and holds out a tray. “i made you breakfast!”

“good morning,” you mumble back sleepily, stifling a yawn. “i heard something break, are you okay?”

he waves a hand dismissively. “it was just a plate. an occupational hazard.”

“of being a detective?”

“of being a prodigal chef,” he corrects, gesturing towards the tray.

there’s a cute mug with a cat face on it, filled with coffee, alongside a plate stacked with fluffy-looking pancakes.

you sip at the coffee, and almost spit it right out when you taste just how much brown sugar he’s put in it.

“i didn’t know how you took your coffee,” ron says apologetically.

you gingerly sip at the drink again and grimace. “so you decided to add ungodly amounts of brown sugar syrup to it?”

ron blinks. “you don’t like it?”

his head is tilted to one side and he’s watching you keenly, waiting for an answer. the embarrassing truth is that you’d do anything to see him smile, so you steel your nerves and say, “no, um, it’s great! really.”

you can’t tell if he buys the lie or not, but he seems happy enough either way. “good.”

he hugs you from behind, arms wrapping around you as he rests his chin on your shoulder. his warm breath tickles your neck. “you should sleep over more often.”

“yeah?”

“yeah. i… i liked it. you’re cute when you’re asleep.”

the unexpected comment has you flustered, but ron seems oblivious as he stabs a pancake with a fork and feeds it to you.

you take a bite and prepare yourself for the brown sugar taste to flood your senses, but instead it’s actually balanced out by the other ingredients. “wait, ron— this is really good!”

“i knew it.” his tone is smug as he eats the rest of the pancake you just took a bite out of. “and now we’ve shared an indirect kiss.”

you try not to laugh at how proud of himself he looks. “we can share a real one too if you want.”

the tips of his ears grown pink. he murmurs, “okay,” and leans in to kiss you, eyes closed.

he tugs you closer onto his lap, one hand resting against your back, keeping you steady. despite his inexperience, he’s a good kisser. it makes sense, you think to yourself— he’s an incredibly quick learner, and even more so when it’s something he enjoys— and the eagerness with which he presses his warm lips to yours proves that he definitely enjoys kissing you.

when you finally pull away, he grins. “if you stay over more often, we can do more of this.”

“you don’t have to try and convince me,” you reply. “i’d love to spend more nights with you.”

“you would?”

“of course, i love you.” the words slip out easier than you’d thought. truth be told, you hadn’t even meant to say them, but now that you had, you weren’t going to take them back.

there’s silence for a few seconds. ron’s eyes bore into you, and both of you hold your breath. then he drapes himself over you like a koala, clutching you tightly, and says, “i love you too.”

you try and fail to hide your giddy smile, burying your face into his neck. “oh.”

he pulls himself off you and observes your flustered expression, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “i’d assumed it was a given, but you seem to like it when i say the words out loud. hmm. cute. i love you, y/n.”

you hit him on the arm and huff, “you’re insufferable.”

“but you love me, right?”

you stick your tongue out at him. “actually, i love your cat more, so there.”

he sulkily replies, “well, i love brown sugar more, so there.”

“oh, okay.” you get up, pretending to leave. ron grabs your wrist and tugs you back into his embrace, murmuring, “i was kidding.”

you smile and take his hand. “i know.”

he links his fingers with yours tightly and says, “i’ll always love you most.”

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itonashi · 13 days

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A Promise Made, a Person Met

I meant to make this as part of natsumeweek but life just gets in the way so I have a backlog of one of two natsuyuu and mushishi fics I'll post them slowly lol

Natsume x reader (can be read as platonic or romantic)

Coming back with plans to fulfill your promises, you end up meeting someone new.

[Image ID: A long horizontal screenshot of green countryside. In the distance there are green mountains and trees.]

You had never seen a person shine as brightly as he did before.

Backlight against the backdrop of the school window the sun only served to enhance the glowing power he held within his core. It took you off-guard and you stared embarrassingly long at the willowy boy before giggling and his uncomfortable shifting snapped you out of it. You quickly introduced yourself and sought your assigned seat, somewhere in front of the boy and plopping down on it and hunching down. The awkward conundrum of being a teenager hit like a truck and you wanted to cover your face in embarrassment. Trust you to make a fool out of yourself on your first day at the new school.

“All right, everyone, settle down,” the teacher called. “You have more important things to worry about. Like this week’s upcoming test.”

There was a resounding groan but every student dutifully got out their work. Amidst the rustling of papers and folders, you overheard one of the boys behind you speak up.

“Wow,” he declared. “I never thought I’d see the day when our very own Natsume Takashi would get an admirer!”

You sunk down deeper into your seat, but one thing out of all that caught your attention.

Natsume Takashi.

You wouldn’t forget that name. After all, he shone like the sun itself.

The first time you two met outside of school, it was when you were running errands for your parents. A bright, cheerful day, sunlight falling down onto your skin to warm it as you stepped out of the house. Your parents wanted you to run to the store, to grab ingredients for treats to repay the kind couple next door. They had brought loads of food for your family the first week you settled there, and now, your parents wanted to repay the favor.

Just as you were shoving on your shoes to avoid your brother’s requests to pick up extra snacks, the sounds of chattering approached. Looking up made you squint your eyes at the golden-warm glow, realizing it was Natsume and a black-haired boy walking past the half-wall of your house. The two of you locked eyes and simultaneously froze like deer in the headlights. For a moment, the world, gleamed vibrantly, as if this boy’s arrival had made the world become better.

Natsume’s friend didn’t realize anything until he was a good few steps away, stopping and glancing back at Natsume and then following his line of sight to you.

“Natsume?” He asked, hesitantly. “Are you okay?”

His words broke the spell that held the both of you and heat spread across your face.

“Hi, Natsume!” You said almost too loudly. “I didn’t expect you here.”

“Me either,” the boy returned. He jerked an awkward thumb at the one next to him. “This is Tanuma Kaname, Tanuma, this is my new classmate.”

Tanuma had an aura around him, not the glowing power like Natsume, but enough to be noticeable. This time, you didn’t get caught up in staring as you introduced yourself, still standing stiff-legged in front of your door.

“Ah,” There was something that shifted in Tanuma’s eyes, but his expression didn’t betray anything. “Nice to meet you.”

The door opened behind you as your brother stuck his head out. “Oi, I know you’re trying to dodge me brat–”

He shut his mouth with a clack as he saw the other boys out on the street, all the more awkward as his scrutiny fell on them. Before he could say anything, you threw out a hand. “You know what I’ll grab your snacks! Just gimme the money and the list.”

“Nice.” Everything was shoved into your fist in the blink of an eye, but your brother didn’t hesitate in getting in the last word by scrubbing the top of your head with a palm, messing up the hair there. He didn’t let you spit back an insult as he slammed the door shut.

You then remembered that there were also two others standing there, turning to them with wooden limbs and an awkward smile as you started to shuffle down the path of your house to them. Once you were finally past the wall of your house, you pointed behind you. “I’m gonna go to the market.”

With those words, you turned around and sped walked away. When you glanced back, you saw them entering the house right next to yours.

The market–it turned out–was actually the other way, but you couldn’t bear facing them any longer. Though you did quite regret it later when you nearly tumbled over the bridge after being startled by a Yokai resembling a rolling mass of weeds.

***

Exhausting.

Human interaction was exhausting.

But climbing these steps in the middle of nearly summer sun? Also exhausting.

After the debacle outside of your house, your parents almost forced you to deliver the treats to the neighbors (which, by some very unfunny irony, ended up being Natsume’s guardians! Ha! What are the chances!) but your brother took mercy on you and bailed you out of the situation. That was why you were out here, climbing the seemingly unending steps to get to the shrine you remembered being there.

Long ago, when you were younger and your abilities were just flourishing, you made a promise to a spirit. The naive child that you were, with a heart too big for the world, promised to come back and free him from his shrine where he had been imprisoned. You didn’t get the chance to work on it, as you had to move away due to one issue or another. It allowed you to come in contact with so many other spirits and Yokais, a slew of experiences and promises exchanged that matured you into the person you were today.

Still, you never forgot the first promise you ever made.

His name was Madara.

He talked to you when you were a young, crying child, often seeking shelter in the clearing around his little shrine. His presence, although imprisoned, had warded off the spirits who followed you. He was arrogant and rude but still let you stay until the worst of the spirits were gone. Through many conversations and many visits, your young mind had latched onto his tales of glory, and when you had to leave this place, you had made a promise with him.

You told him that you would come back to free him, break the wards that had been too strong at that time. It had taken life much longer to return you here, but now there you were, various Yokai-given items in your bags in the hopes that they might break the seals. But as you reached the location where you remembered his imprisonment to be, you were met with a surprise. You froze as you laid your eyes on the sight in front of you, jaw dropping in dismay.

What once was a rope barrier strung up with zig-zagging shide papers was severed into two. More importantly, the small wooden shrine that was once there was nothing more than splinters of rotting wood on the ground and bits of porcelain.

“Ohhhhh my god,” you muttered, dropping the bag and sitting down on the grass. “It broke?? He got out??”

You muttered incoherently, flopping back on your back against the springy grass. All this workout for nothing, hauling a heavy bag up steep stairs. Though a big part of you wondered just who broke the seal. It was powerful enough to keep someone like Madara within the small area, so it must have been someone truly powerful to break it.

Your mind flashed back to Natsume, warm and glowing, but quickly brushed it away as you fully laid back to simply accept your fate.

Almost like a figment of your vivid imagination coming to life, you heard the pounding of feet on stone and the sound of Natsume’s voice.

“S-Sensei, wait up!”

You screamed as a doughy mass popped into your face, assaulting your vision with blurs of orange, white, and black fur. Reflexes brought your hands up to pull the thing away from your face.

“Finally! After years! You finally showed up!” A nasally voice came from the creature as you pulled it off. In your hands was what seemed to be an immensely round feline–wait.

You glanced at the cat.

You glanced at the remnants of the shrine, fragments of porcelain there. If you looked closely, you could see faded paint on it. An eye here, a whisker there.

You glanced at Natsume, connecting the dots and startling to your feet in a move that made the boy flinch and the cat in your arms meow in displeasure.

“You freed him?!?!”

“He did not!” Madara squawked angrily in your hold, wiggling back and forth. “The foolish boy tripped and ripped through my barriers. I took care of freeing myself thank you very much!”

Natsume rapidly switched his attention between you and Madara. “D-Do you know each other??? Nyanko-sensei is this why you were so insistent on coming here???”

Nyanko-sensei? Was that the name that he was called now?

You fought to reign in your hysterical laughter as the spirit bucked himself indignantly out of your grip. Kicking you in the chest with surprising force for such a blobby form.

“I can’t believe it! Wow! You actually freed him!”

Seeing the boy slowly backing away like he was about to bolt, the cat meowed, “Natsume, this is the brat I was waiting on! The one I said made a promise to free me.”

Seeing the boy’s confused expression, you reigned in your emotions and filled in the blanks. “When I was younger, I sought out this place as shelter. His aura and the seals were strong enough to ward off the Yokais that followed me. As thanks, I told him that I would free him when I got stronger. But I didn’t think you’d come to free him before me!”

The flighty look on his face was replaced by a tentative hoe, so achingly raw on his open face. “So it’s you… You can see them too, then…”

You nodded, taking a seat on the grass and indicating for him to do the same. Nyanko-sensei didn’t hesitate in jumping into your lap. Your stomach rumbled, and you dragged your backpack closer to rummage through it for the food you packed. “Among other things. My sight has always been abe to detect… more. I can see spirits and any distinct auras in humans that indicate their powers.”

He seemed fascinated by your words, barely noticing the sandwich that you decided to discreetly shove into his hands. “What do you mean?”

“You have an incredible amount of power, Natsume,” Nyanko replied for you. “This one was probably drooling over you the first time you two met.”

His crass words made you flail, dislodging the cat. “N-No it’s not like that! I’ve just–It’s just that you shine so brightly that I couldn’t help noticing you!”

Recognition flashed in his eyes as he let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh, leaning back to prop up on his arms. He was still holding the sandwich. “Was that why you froze in front of the class?”

Being reminded of the incident made you groan, unwrapping your food to take a big bite out of it. “Don’t remind me about it… That was so embarrassing.”

He smiled at you, a soft, gentle thing. “No. It makes sense now…” His pondering turned into confusion when he finally registered the item in his hand. “Huh..?”

You looked away, pointedly taking another bite of yours. “I brought it along just in case. I always pack extra food for anybody who might want it. It’s… about time for lunch anyways.”

“Yeah! Yeah!” Madara yapped, beginning to root for the paper-wrapped food. “Natsume if you don’t want it, I’ll take it!”

The boy leaned away, sticking his sandwich up into the air out of the Yokai’s reach. “No way, Sensei! You ate almost half of my breakfast this morning I’m not giving you this.”

“Madara can have half you mine,” you said, splitting your sandwich into two. You paused, upon their silence, glancing between them. “Yokais aren’t allergic to anything right?”

“Uh-Uh, no… I didn’t expect you to call him Madara. I call him Nyanko-Sensei”

“Hmph, it’s because this one has marginally more respect for truly power beings,” Madara harrumphed as he waddled closer to you. He settled down on the grass in front of you, expectantly waiting for the food so you put it down in front of him, on top of a piece of paper.

The feline wasted no time tearing into it, so for the next few minutes, the warm air was filled with the sounds of you three eating and the noise of distant wildlife.

“I’m… glad. To see another person who can see them,” Natsume murmured quietly, tossing a bit of his sandwich to Madara despite his rejection earlier.

“Yeah…I’ve never met another person who had abilities like mine. I’m glad you’re the first.”

So in that little clearing, you allowed yourself to bask in the warmth of both the sun above you and its incarnate in the boy next to you. From the way you saw him interact with Madara, he has nothing but kind intentions. He talked and dealt with the spirit with an ease that you had. It allowed you to relax, eyes drooping in a haze of sleepiness. Though this was the first promise you didn’t fulfill for a Yokai, you didn’t mind. Based on Madara’s content purring, ti didn’t seem like he did either.

Natsume Takashi was so incredibly warm. Radiant and glowing and suffusing the air environment with an air that was so distinctly him. Even with the short time you’ve known him, you couldn’t ask for a better person to have freed Madara. You hoped he wouldn’t mind you becoming a part of his life.

You let out a content sigh.

It was a beautiful sunny day.

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itonashi · 18 days

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yeah let's kiss bby

have you kissed before? ─── sae itoshi x fem! reader.

about. college roommate! au. ooc sae (just a bit), minor toxicity. fluff? romance? idk. wc of 700+

notes. for @hyoismbbg here's your sae fic ugh

two months of sharing, sleeping, and breathing in the same room as itoshi sae, star student of the college. and still, you have not gotten quite comfortable with him yet. i mean. who would?

a student with a different gender is doing all of that daily activities with you. how does he feel about it? does he care? is he comfortable? does he ever complain about it to the dorm prefects to beg for a change of rooms?

no. simply because, he has no other choice but to share, sleep, and breathe the same air as you, student of another course, and student of the opposite gender. all the itoshi could do was bare with until the end of the semester until the dorm rooms changed again.

however, it is quite uncomfortable to have someone with him always if he isn't in class, just sitting there either studying or on your laptop. in the purest of silence, you never spoke a word to him. not even if there is a bug or two that needs to be settled. all you ever did was point at it and expect him to flush it down the toilet.

so when you finally decided to speak to him, it was an odd question. out of everything you could have asked to get to know your roommate of two months. you simply asked the most ridiculous question ever and expect him to coolly reply.

“have you ever kissed before?”

itoshi sae tore his gaze away from the book of physics theory and locked his gaze on you. you who laid like a lifeless ragdoll with your sleepy gaze stuck on the ceiling with the dim lights.

it was always around this time where you would go to bed. there is no specific time to sleep, it ranges. but so far as sae knows, it was between 12-12:30am. his teal eyes then glanced at the digital clock beside the desk of his room side and it was already 12:38am. way past the time where you would already be silently sound asleep.

he looks back at you and raises a brow. “i haven't, to answer your question.”

you mouth formed an ‘o’ in surprise. “woah, i overheard someone saying you've kissed quite an amount of girls.”

sae’s face twisted into a grimace. “do you just.. believe in random rumours around town?”

an unsure hum you let out, as you say up straight, kicking your blanket away. “i wanted to prove them wrong,” you said as the itoshi scoffed. “well then. have you ever kissed before?”

you shook your head and let out a sigh. “a shame, i know. i’ve gotta keep my lips pure and untouched until the man of my dreams kisses it and stains it dirty.”

“oh? and who's this man of your dreams?”

“you.”

the young redhead lets out a little laugh. a little mocking laugh at your answer. before he ceases the little entertainment and figures you are actually quite serious about it. “guess i’ll stop studying and grant you your wishes, yeah?”

your eyes watch as he comes closer than you and without a single thought or other words, ace student itoshi sae already has his lips locked onto yours.

how weird. the two of you barely talked. and now he's sitting on the edge of your bed, fingers gently holding your cheek, and his lips locking with yours. his lips taste like coffee for some odd reason. perhaps for the sole factor of staying up all night studying theories on physics.

for a fact that you've never had your first kiss before and it was so simply taken away by your roommate, you honestly have no idea how to react to it. you didn't know it'd worked so well, even if it was a little prank or a silly dare given to you by your friends to kiss the college's most popular boy.

you were unsure of it, but even if you've never had any feelings ever for this man, now you do. and oh dear, you wish this isn't another of itoshi sae's tricks to entice a woman.

only itoshi sae himself knew how much he wanted to put his lips on yours and discover all of your secrets and the story of your life through your lips. how selfish of the both of you. to be kissing without knowing each other's true motives.

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itonashi · 22 days

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HI HI HI HI! I just wanted to ask if you could do a Nagumo fic where he falls in love with reader after they took down someone twice their size with their ridiculous strength. And literally just punched the guy out of fear, they were in a mission with Sakamoto and Rion too but reader got ambushed if that makes sense😪 BASICALLY THAT MITSURI SCENE WHERE SHE'S FIGHTING THAT UPPER MOON AND SMACK THE SHIT OUT OF THE DRAGON TREE THING if you can't do it it's ok thank you for your time :33

scaredy-cat / nagumo

ngl i never expected anyone to actually put smthing in my inbox but thank you!! dear anon!! not the proudest of this fic but i think its a little goofy. sakadays is a fandom where i dont think about a lot but i love nagumo my baby girl!!! also there's not a lot of romantic things in here? i kind of rushed this fic TT also the reader's personality is more like kobeni than mitsuris because i never had really watched demon slayer that much lel i hope you enjoy it :3 please take it easy! (。・∀・)ノ

wc: 1036

warnings: gender neutral reader, fluff-ish, not much romantic intent but use ur imagination ^_^ xanax mentioned.

you were about to piss your pants.

your palms were sweaty as you cradled the sheathed sword between your hands. your head was down as you looked at the ground.

you were in a car with rion, nagumo, and taro. rion was bickering with nagumo in the front seat while taro was sitting quietly in the back with you. taro, being more observant than everyone else, sensed that you were nervous. well, you were always nervous…but he could tell it was more than being nervous. extreme anxiety perhaps.

“...is everything okay on your end?” he asks. you nod, not being able to form a sentence properly. you were scared out of your wits.

you were dragged by rion to join her and her crew (nagumo and taro) to a mission that you really, really, REALLY, didn’t want to go on. she bribed you with a pizza bun. out of everything. this trip was not worth a convenience store pizza bun. but you went because rion liked you and was very much your only friend. the other two however, you didn’t know that much except for rumors and whatnot floating around them. taro, was a man of few words. he wasn’t as emotionally interactive but he was kind to you so you didn’t mind. nagumo was an undoubtedly attractive tall man with dark hair and eyes. you only recognize him because he’s a classmate in one of your classes that he only shows up once a month in. you always let him borrow a pen or any weapon on you, and he was very talkative towards you. you had a feeling that he was observing you in class but you didn’t really pay mind to it. he was an assassin–a great assassin, so maybe that feeling was normal. if he weren’t an assassin, he’d make a great model or even an idol. you’d definitely be one of his fans. you were a sucker for pretty men.

the car swerves to a stop while everyone goes silent (well, taro was always silent anyway).

“we’re being followed,” rion quietly announces.

you look cautiously behind you. you could sense a presence even though you didn’t visibly see anyone. you grip your sword even harder, you could feel a pool of sweat forming. rion sighs and pulls out a hidden pistol under her shirt. nagumo pulls out an swiss knife while taro face hardens as he looks behind him.

“exit slowly,” taro says to no one in particular.

the four of you exit slowly, before any of you could react in time a gust of wind was felt. everyone turned around too late and everyone was thrown in different directions. except for you. for some reason. you were about to seriously throw up.

“you fell into my trap,” the perpetrator sneers.

you turn around to see…the convenience store man?! you recall the time seeing this huge burly man as you were clumsily knocking everything over before ruining his display of various snacks on the counter. to be fair you were high on caffeine from an all-nighter. you also remember his face when you knocked them down, he looked astonished and angry that you almost wanted to become his employee to pay him back. but you fled out of fear that you would piss him off even more.

yeah, you were going to piss your pants.

luckily, rion swoops you out of the way before the convenience store man striked you.

“i’m really sorry about this, i never knew that this guy had a grudge on you,” she grimaces while pulling you up as she thrown both of you into the tunnel wall. “um…i’ll treat you, again, sorry.” you felt bad but before you could even accept her apology, she grins mischievously. “at least i got you out of your dorm for billions of years!” you retract your acceptance to her apology.

the man charges toward both of you before nagumo and taro block his way pulling out their respective weapons while rion pulls out her gun and shoots. as the three of them were distracted, another perpetrator behind you grabs you by the throat.

“watch out!” nagumo yells, noticing you while the others swivel back in time with his voice.

“sorry about this,” the monotone voice says. you turn just in time to see who was doing this to you, a woman with yellow eyes stares at you back. the janitor??? from the convenience store??? you were so, so, so, SO confused at this point. you didn’t inconvenience her (no pun intended) at all. possibly. who knows. it didn’t matter anymore anyway because you pulled out your sword and slashed her face because you were terrified. an automatic reflex that you had ever since you became an assassin.

the woman falls back in surprise and in shock as she looks up at you. a large gash on her face appears.

you were surprised too because you totally forgot you did that.

rion, nagumo, and taro were surprised (well only taro was because nagumo had a weird smile on his face while rion’s face was a mix between taro’s and nagumo’s expression).

the convince store man charges at you as the others were gawking at you, you even more terrified punch the shit out of the man with closed eyes.

he crashes upon the tunnel wall as the others look at him in amazement and amusement. nagumo was really staring at you now, intensely trying to make eye contact with you as you looked away from this whole thing while walking briskly to the car. you needed xanax.

the car ride back to the school was quiet, but you could tell that they were somehow telepathically talking about you. you shrink into the car seat. when the car is pulled to a stop and everyone gets out, you’re stopped by nagumo as the other two walk ahead of you. he smiles with closed eyes practically copying the “^_^” emote.

“that was amazing, i knew there was something more to you!” he pats your arm as you slightly flush. “see you around, [reader].”

you could feel your heart beat even faster than the time where you punched the shit out of that guy.

⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 02.24.24 , do not repost or translate my content :^)

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itonashi · 22 days

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Someone is following you.

You don’t need to look behind you to know that someone has been following you for the last fifteen minutes. Every turn, crossing, and stop. You could feel their gaze on the back of your neck. No killing intent. Yet. You didn’t speed up, you didn’t run. You kept to a steady pace. Your follower could fool themselves into thinking you were clueless.

You take a left instead of the right of your daily commute back to your apartment, and instead, enter a park, cutting across it, past the empty swings and playground, to the alley wedged between two buildings behind it.

The presence disappears. You stop. Turn around.

“Hey stranger!” Nagumo chirps, standing against the chain link fence enclosing the park. He brings a hand out of the long trench coat on his figure and lifts it in an enthusiastic wave. “Long time no see!”

You set your shoulders, instantly on guard. “What are you doing here?”

He tilts his head to the side, as if he’s genuinely confused, before he brushes it off in the same manner you’ve seen him shrug off your barbed words and people’s glares: with a bright smile. “Can’t I visit an old friend? It’s been ages!”

Just as you move to take a step back, he’s in front of you, taking a step closer.

“I’ve been really lonely these days,” he muses. “You know, with Sakamoto leaving the Order, and you being off the radar and all. Shishiba doesn’t even laugh at my jokes! He can be so du—”

“...”

“—deadly!”

“We aren’t friends,” you say bluntly. “We never were.” Rion was your friend. Rion got along with Nagumo for reasons beyond your comprehension. You and Sakamoto had somehow bonded over the long stretches of silence in which all the two of you could hear were Nagumo and Rion giggling away or bullying some undeserving freshman.

“Ouch!” Contrary to your words, he looks pleased. “Straight to the heart! Guessing if I ask you to be mine again, you’ll kill me, won’t you?”

What a joke. Your gaze sharpens, feeling a rush of irritation. You aren’t in high school anymore, but that smile always made you feel small. Like he’s hiding all your secrets in them. Like you willingly entrusted them to him in the first place. You’ve never trusted that smile.

Once again, you ask. “What are you doing here, Nagumo?”

His smile widens. He likes that you used his name. You don’t know what to do with that information. Your back hits brick.

He’s almost flush against you, despite every atom in your body rejecting your passivity. Your fingers twitch. You ground your feet against the dirt, forcing yourself to stay still. Five openings. You aren’t stupid enough to believe all of those five are actually openings. Even now, he’s guarded, shifting all the vital points of his body away.

You’re out of practice, but that doesn’t mean you’d go down easy.

Then a finger grazes your neck. You flinch so hard, you move against the brick. The hand drops.

“If you want me to back off, then kill me.” He leans in closer, until your noses are almost touching. He cranes his neck to the side, giving you an opening straight to his jugular. You can see the shapes of his tattoos pressed against skin, strands of his black hair resting against his neck. His voice lowers. “With that pen in your hands.”

You startle, looking down at your hand, fisted around a pen you have no recollection of taking out. You loosen your grip, and the pen falls out of your hand.

Your heart drops, eyes wide. “I…”

An honest life. No more killing. Sakamoto understood. Sakamoto had fallen in love and retired for good. If Sakamoto could do it, couldn’t you? You weren’t asking to be loved. You were asking to be better. To be a person your younger brother could call his older sister with pride.

“Ah! That reminds me! How’s your younger bro—”

The key in your hand is pressed right against Nagumo’s jugular. A thin trickle of blood runs down his neck, down the lines of his tattoos, down onto his pristine white collared shirt, staining it red. His hand is wrapped around your wrist, stopping you from piercing him entirely.

You stare at him. He meets your gaze evenly.

“See?” He smiles, eyes lidded, and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen a smile touch more than his lips. “I knew you still had it in you.”

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ironically i love tea, sen. i don't think i have ever mentioned this to you or anyone else but im a tea lover HAHAHAH. i love iced peach tea the most tho :3

What do your moots remind you of?

wait wait this gonna be a long ass list. all under the cut. interesting question tho anon 😵‍💫

@tojiluv ⌇ ory

the smell of office documents and coffee. you radiate a comforting vibe but at the same time you have like 7261616377271 works for complete so you escape to cafés.

@amourlyns ⌇ ven

sports cars speeding through the night. maybe it's the previous batman theme, but you really remind me of those soothing late night drives through cities.

@itonashi ⌇ shina

bone china mug and any type of tea. i can picture you sitting and drinking tea from the bone china mug and humming to yourself saying "mm yes yes... tea."

@syomi ⌇ syo

wine red stilettos and a jazz bar. you remind me of an elegant woman in an old jazz bar just fancying her night through with a drooling group of men who tries to get your attention.

@anqelically ⌇ angel

japanese cherry blossoms and spring mostly. you're like a pretty sakura. you LOOK like a pretty sakura. you are a pretty sakura. so cute right. ily angel ur really an angel 🩷

@yuquinzel / @luvmequmi ⌇ hana

flowers! definitely a white tulip or a camellia. you're so sweet and you treasure + honour your friends more than yourself. so, you deserve a flower or two occasionally as achievement.

@noomon ⌇ noo

raincoats and gumboots. noo you're like a soul that always goes out after the rain stops just to jump in puddles. or or, you'd go out in the rain just to dance in it.

@caelivir ⌇ kory

a stoic apothecary. idk you remind me of someone who'd be so obsessed with testing poisons and finding a cure/medicine to everything. all done in pure stoicism.

@saewako ⌇ winter

snowy trails and misty fogs. you highly remind me of a tired village girl escaping from home and now she walks through the snow and mist with sore, red feet. heha.

@milyz ⌇ mila

clouds and a farm. you're not working on the farm though. you're a visitor of the farm and you'd sit by the balcony of the inn just to stare into the clouds. bonus if you're drawing.

@hyoismbbg ⌇ vy

konapun toys. especially the popin' cookin' ones. or a japanese drugstore. you're definitely someone who likes to buy bags of stuff from cheap drugstores.

@httpshujii ⌇ ray

red lipstick and leather jackets. add in some knee-length boots and you'll rock the look. to put simply, you remind me of a sweet, kind, and cool rockstar girlfriend.

@okkalo ⌇ kalo

bubblegum and cotton candies! you actually remind me of very sugary treats that either melts in your mouth or will have an enjoyable time chewing.

@saelestia ⌇ rain

vivienne westwood's gunmetal orb heart lighter. fancy and classy, that's the vibe that you give off. i chose a lighter because there's also a fierce and fiery side of you.

@kyoghurts ⌇ kenji

i've said this before, and it's the smell of a bakery. like the scent of a very sweet dessert. red velvet cakes, soufflé, grape-flavoured cheese tarts.

@rninies ⌇ kylin

yves saint laurent's opyum sandles. no because honestly my first thought after like checking your blog out, it reminded me of those ysl heels. and honestly? you'd look good in it.

@iluvies ⌇ luvie

white butterfly koi fishes. they're so majestic and beautiful and they honestly remind me of you, someone's who's so kind and beautiful like a butterfly koi. you're very gentle too!

@todorokies ⌇ knives

would it be funny if i said actual knives? okay maybe not... but daggers or swords. the ones which are freshly forged and ready for battle. you're like a honourable warrior. so kewl.

@steleir ⌇ vegas

penthouse night parties. along with some cool fruit punches, party music, a pool, disco lights, vice versa. all the cool fun stuff during the night because you're a cool and fun person!!

@omitea ⌇ sinnie

green tea and zen gardens. you remind me of a japanese girl who sits by the engawa (wood corridor) of an old japanese-style house's garden, relaxing with nature.

@wishmemel ⌇ safi

pearls. simply... pearls. because you're a really elegant person and all you remind me of is fancy and naturally expensive pearls. you're like a gem, an unobtainable one.

@noirflms ⌇ zen

laces and ruffle skirts. cute, coquette, soft. those are the elements that heavily reminds me of you. maybe even some strawberry shortcake and strawberry milk.

@saturvue ⌇ nyyra

gold jewelry. very specifically gold bangles. those really detailed ones worn by southern asian princesses. your name kind of sounds like a goddess' name too.

@kaiser1ns ⌇ kiki

love letters. those sweet, corny, and super romantic ones. oh and one of the letters which is from a secret admirer definitely talks about being crazy in love with you...

ok that's all. i think i missed a few people but these are all i got LOLOLOL i love all my moots and friends and sennies and senation

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a/n : this has been on my mind for awhile now ever since I started mashle omg. oc yn kinda and maybe ooc rayne lol slight orter too

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[ a. rayne x fem reader ]

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you were a year older than rayne, orca's previous prefect. a divine visionary, the dark cane. your magic majorly consists of smoke. you can solidify the smoke. (reference to kurono from fire force omg I love his power but the character...☠️☠️)

rayne saw you multiple times around the school but never spoke, though he found you prettier than any other person he came across. he first saw you winning a candidate seat as a divine visionary when you were in your first year as max drags him along to watch back in their middle school years. you were an inspiration to the other students. despite being in the orca dorm, he did see you in the library with different students from either lang or adler. you were tutoring them.

when he first attended a meeting with the rest of the divine visionaries in his third year at easton, you happened to come in last, so the only seat available was one between orter and rayne. during that particular meeting when you spoke an option on how to deal with the world's problem, orter would shut you down. saying it was unrealistic and impossible to pull off.

rayne would peek from the corner of his eyes to see a pout form from your face. everyone could tell orter had some serious issues with you. your option wasn't unrealistic nor impossible to pull off but one that made complete sense. you were from the orca dorm afterall, the dorm of wisdom and willingness.

just when you had enough of orter in the room, you can't help but summon a small solidified smoke kunai knife, pointing the knife at his neck in a threatening manner. he wasn't faze by such a threat, he could transform his body into sand and dodge the attack. everyone in the room wasn't shock, seeing this happen before. rayne on the other hand, was slightly surprised you would do something like that to orter of all people.

" maybe this is why your younger brother isn't as close to you anymore, because you can't shut your mouth! " you shout as kaldo sniffles a laugh.

" who are you to talk? you don't even talk to your younger sister. last I heard she enrolled in easton and is in the adler dorm. nothing about spending time with her adoring big sister, " orter says in a matter of fact way. the other divine visionary did not want to interfere, hearing all the juicy sibling gossip spill from the two of you.

" ha! lucky for you, I did visit her two days ago. " you slam your hands on the table.

" what's the evidence that you did? " orter crosses his arms as he raise a brow.

" she did visit the adler dorm. " rayne starts, making everyone look at him as he clears his throat.

" I saw her exit the building. then I heard a loud sound from upstairs so I rush to the noise. a girl was happily screaming as finn and his other friends try to calm her down. apparently someone gifted her homemade cookies. she was just too happy receiving them. " rayne finishes as they stare back at you.

" seriously? that's all you did to make your sister happy. " orter playfully scoffed as you glare at the male.

" at least I try to spend time with her... unlike a certain glasses sandman. we're all so busy and I'm sure wirth would be over the moon to receive a letter filled with compliments from his dearest big brother. maybe that would bring you both closer. "

" really? " orter was sure to believe you. he was aware you and his brother has met multiple times back when you were still in easton, having heard your name spill out in the family's dinner get together though their father wasn't bothered by the name of a mere female on the table. orter was convinced his brother may have developed a crush on you.

" no. I'm sure he'll burn the paper afterwards, " you bluntly spoke. kaldo couldn't help but burst out laughing, the rest slowly following after except rayne.

the other time he's met you as a divine visionary was when you barged into orter's office room. rayne was still new and was being assisted by orter in settling and knowing more about the job as visionary.

" ryoh was supposed to join me in this mission and I'm not allowed to go by myself, said the light cane. he got sick as what his wife said on the call. I would've asked kaldo to come but he's busy tonight and this mission is said to last for at least two days. " orter was silent as you continues to ramble on.

" so please come along with me. I wouldn't want to bother sophina and the others. "

" take rayne with you. " orter replies as rayne awkwardly puts the paper stack rayne told him to take on his table.

" okay, " you say as you look over at rayne, before motioning him to follow you.

closing the door to hear a soft, " stay safe " from orter. despite how mean he can be towards you. you did make wirth comfortable in easton, students adored you so did the people in the outside world. you didn't care about titles or status. as long as you can care for your sister and make a living for yourself for survival. orter did bump into you several times when you were still a student in the streets he usually patrols in, you would give food and toys to the less fortunate children. going as far as to teach a thing or two if you have plenty of time on your hands. you did fell for orter at first sight. you'd crack jokes around wirth about marrying his brother but he'll brush off calling it a faraway dream as he can't imagine his brother with a wife. when you became a divine visionary, you pushed your feelings aside for the man. he was a meanie towards you.

rayne was quiet the whole ride to the place of the mission. he didn't know what to say. you had to break the silence as the carriage was going slowly to your destination.

" this mission... we're here to take back a lost relic. should be easy, "

" um.. what's your relationship with orter? " he can't help but finally ask the question.

" just co workers I guess... "

it was a relief to rayne. the mission ended smoothly, rayne was amaze by your battle skills. you summon a smoke screen as his partisan swords blend with the thick smoke, appearing right in front of the thieves.

you invited him to dinner as thanks but he kindly rejects, saying he'll have morning classes the next day so he'll have to be back in the dorms. you bid farewell but that didn't stop you from wanting to treat him to a good ol meal. so you pack him a bento lunch box.

you got an owl to deliver the bento with a note. he had no choice but to accept when the owl enters through his class's window and land on his table. students were curious but he simply brushes it off, saying its nothing. when it was lunch time. he was delighted to read the note. it was short and sweet. thanking him for the help and how you were happy he was willing to come. you hope he'll enjoy the lunch and he did. it had cute cut rabbit shaped vegetables. max didn't tease him but assume he had a secret girlfriend.

when he came to the divine visionary building, he was looking all over for you. he would like to thank and return the lunch box to you. when he entered your office, you and renatus were conversing. he notice you crying into a tissue as renatus awkwardly pushes the box of tissues towards you.

" what's wrong? " rayne asks as renatus smile awkwardly.

" I don't remember uhh, " renatus looks over to you as your sobbing self was replaced with a glaring you to him.

" what do I do with my dead cat? do I bury it in the cemetery you're always at? "

" so that's what's happening. well rayne, y/n's cat is pretty old and has passed due to old age. I guess you can bury the cat. I'll get it a tomb and stuff if you want. just let me know later, " he pats your head as he exits the office. leaving you alone with rayne.

" um, thanks for the bento. it was nice and I enjoyed the meal. " rayne starts as he places the empty clean box on your table.

" ah, no problem. thanks for looking out for the adler kids. " you replied as rayne remembers the conversation he had with your sister a week ago.

he had invited her and the mash gang to the lounge room to discuss about you. it would be very nerve-racking if it was just him and your sister and the possible rumours to spread if it was really just the two of them. they all squeeze on one couch as he awkwardly shifts in the couch he sat. was he that scary that they didn't want to sit next to him?

" um what's this about? " finn questions as mash noms on his beloved cream puff.

" what does your sister like? " rayne replies as lance starts shaking in his seat.

" my sister? my anna? " lance shakes as he slowly starts seething to the thought of rayne being with his sister.

" oh no, another pedo. " mash starts to shake next to lance.

" no way, " lemon whispers.

" dude, you're like so handsome and talented and you're after a young girl? " dot starts to bubble at the mouth at the conclusion he managed to make out. confusing bubbling in his mouth. finn was confused as well so was your younger sister. how did he met Anna crown?

" no not your sister, idiot. y/n l/n. what does she like. I don't even know this Anna girl. " they all stop over reacting as the rest look over at the younger l/n.

" sorry my guy, she likes orter madl. " your sister responded monotony got everyone going "huh" even rayne was confused.

" what? " he was certain there was nothing of that sort between you and orter.

" are you free tonight? let me take you to dinner. " rayne says as you throw away all the tissues.

" yeah sure, just give me ten minutes to finish cleaning up. " he sure waited.

settling down at your comfort restaurant, you and him got your orders and then food. you happily ate to your heart's content. rayne wanted to ask questions and call you his but the courage to do so was slowly biting his leg off. it was hard to talk about things he felt normal people would want to ask but can't be bothered to poke their noses in so they take their guesses as truth. he felt you kick his leg from under the table as he jolts at his seat from the sudden impact. snapping him out of his gaze.

" you're starring. "

" sorry. "

"what is it on your mind? you look like you're dying to ask, " you joked as he sent you a glare of his own.

" just thinking... are you and orter... together? " you drop your fork at the sudden question, he panics a little. maybe he shouldn't ask that question.

" no, we're not together. I'm a naive fool. it's one sided love? but it's okay! I'm not in love with him anymore. " rayne heaves out a sigh at the confession. he still has a chance and chance he will take.

" so, will you go out with me? I vow to protect you. I'll be your shield and sword. your everything. I've loved you since the first time we met. you are the beauty of what the world does not deserve to see, " he confessed as his ears starts to tint red and he looks shyly away from you.

" sure we can go out, I like you too! " and so your love story with rayne ames slowly starts to bloom.

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mashle rkgk

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EPISODE 1 ✦ SAME SHIT, DIFFERENT FONT.

SINGLE IN SUMERU ✦ KAVEH SMAU

masterlist / next ep

note. I'll make proper profiles later on with the characters designated classes!! Each episode is gonna feature the submissions in the form l, it's not guaranteed ur submission would affect the story but it will surely be inside!! (read the text from left to right)

-> three new confession has been posted!

TELETUBBIES POV.

AGGRAVATE POV.

taglist: @dawndelion-winery @heiayen @hhurric4ne @boomie-123 @the-massive-simp @quacking-simp @your-local-reblogging-kazoo @aethion @nyanko-chi @davidandmatt @anna-sm1th @starbbearie @kaeffeinee @the-ghost-0f-t0m0 @keiiqq (bolded tags means i can't tag u)

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Woaaah I'm so glad the you write for mashe. I don't know if ur open for request if not please ignore this

How about Rayne having to bring his twin sons to work cuz his wife is out for business then for some reason Mash and his gang came to the Divine visionary and typical mashle shenanigans ensues.

The catch tho is that the one twin son is like a carbon copy of Rayne and the other is the same but hair color is like in opposite sides.

If ur uncomfortable with this please ignore this. But I hope you have a great day!!!

★ little raynes and mashle shenanigans

notes. little raynes omg (im his wife like literally) also this is the last request before i start on a new project 🫡

one rayne, two raynes, three raynes. and another rayne if you're counting finn to look similar to rayne. one twin looks exactly like his father, with half yellow and half black hair split in the center. his lines the same as rayne, both streaks that runs down his eyes. demeanor like his father's— serious, calm, and collected.

what about the other twin? he is exactly the same like his father. well, not really. he has the colour of your hair and a different type of line design. this twin is on the weaker side, seeing how he only has a single line that runs across his nose. just like you, with a single line. being the weaker twin, he was softer than his elder twin brother, often helping around town or anyone at all.

today rayne is all alone with his sons, as his wife had to visit her family's business to help around, so she left the boys with him. rayne is a busy divine visionary, he couldn't just leave his sons alone. so he brought them to his office. what a surprise, his brother's friends are all there. and rayne's eyes twitched at the chaos that is about to happen.

finn is the first one who greets them, for he is their uncle. being the loving and nice uncle finn is, he often spoils them and doesn't know when to stop. like always, he gave both the twins a candy each, ruffling with their head.

mash who has never seen rayne's children before, is fascinated by the fact that there are two other little raynes. one the exact copy, the other immediately reminding him of you. he doesn't know whether to continue feeling fascinated or to feel fear since there is a mini rayne in town now. what if mini rayne is as powerful as his dad?

lance who had no reaction to them at all. he already saw them, already met them, and already knew them long ago. in fact, the older twin quite likes lance. he sees lance as an icy and cool idol to admire.

dot who keeps the kids if they want tips on how to get a girlfriend and only the younger ames listens, for the elder one immediately finds dot annoying. the younger one is just curious on what the meaning of 'girlfriend' is, before lemon pushes dot away and apologised to the younger ames.

lemon who tells the twins not to mind dot, for he still hasn't find a girlfriend after years of being single. she tells them not to worry as they are still young and instead, gives them the cream puffs she has made for mash which ended up being way too much.

and rayne, who sighs and shakes his head at the growing trouble that he could smell from afar. seeing the piles of paper stacked on his table, he has no choice but to ask the help of the mashle friends to look after his kids. he could trust finn, but he doesn't trust the others. so he purposely gave the task to finn, but everyone else took it as an invitation to babysit two little raynes.

rayne will make sure to complain to his wife when she comes back home.

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this is what happens when i have a brainrot for too long.

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being orter madl's wife includes...

i can totally see orter as the guy who intended to have one kid. y'know since both families were pestering the two of you, and he felt like the house was a tad bit too quiet with only you staying at home, so y'all had a healthy and very energetic daughter.

he looks like a girl dad, i just can't explain it, but i'm 90% sure it's the eyebags.

but then after your daughter turned two, he kinda looked around and got the impending sense of loneliness from your daughter, and when he asked what was wrong, she said she wanted a little sibling like most of her friends at school.

now, orter's a pretty strict guy. he follows the rules to the point it's almost cruel and boring. however, if there is anyone he'd break the rules and his party-pooper energy for, it's you, his beloved wife, and his baby princess.

he couldn't say no, went to you, explained what was up, and got teased to hell and back by you because you could distinctly remember him promising you it's only going to one kid for formalities.

but what can a man do when his daughter is begging him for another baby, say no? he'd rather deal with another baby and another set of sleepless nights than a bundle of fur making a mess everywhere.

and so, you try for another baby, and with how passionate he gets when you rile him up the right way, it doesn't take long.

just to add, it doesn't take much to rile him up. man's so stressed with his work he'll be happy to take you to bed if you just asked him to.

obviously it doesn't show on his face because his face muscles probably died years ago, but it's obvious he's enjoying himself when you see the smugness radiating from him after you limp out of bed.

even more so if your daughter asks why you're limping and starts glaring at her daddy because she thinks he "hurt" you and demands he apologizes to you for putting you through the ringer.

also, i highly doubt orter had ever experienced a single baby fever until you got pregnant the first time, and he would never admit that he was never so proud to see you pregnant the second time.

man would never have seen the appeal if he never married you, and honestly, he's not too mad about it. what's wrong with a big family, anyway? he makes plenty of money to support a few more kids, give them a happy childhood, send them off to school and what not.

he cried when you gave birth to his daughter, he's going to cry when you give birth to the rest of your children. (you end up with your eldest daughter, a son, and a pair of twins (one girl, one boy)).

probably spoils his kids without realizing he's spoiling them.

thinks they want the entire food corporation when his children ask for McDonalds, but really they just want thier chicken nuggets.

at the same time, this is orter we're talking about, so he manages to get a grip... every once in a while.

there ain't no way he can live with himself treating his own children like he does everyone else. he's seen what it did to him and his brother, he's not letting the cycle repeat itself.

so yes, orter is strict and rough around the edges, but he'll sand it all down until it's soft enough for his daughters to run up and hug his legs because they're happy to see their dad come home.

will take any minor inconvenience that's bothering you or his children straight to 100. if your food order came out wrong, he's taking it straight to the chef and demand why his wife is not being treated the way she should be.

the only way he won't go stomping up to the chef is if you PERSIST that you're fine with it. like, it has to show that you don't care that they messed up, otherwise he's going to throw a fit and abuse his power a little.

i mean, he's a divine visionary... anyone would think to give them and their family better treatment, no?

don't get me started if the food you ordered had something your allergic to.

he will probably plan an entire upheaval against the restaurant or something, please stop him.

on one hand, no one can blame him because his wife was about to eat something she physically can't eat, but on the other hand, he could be taking it too personally.

whatever the case, when it comes to you and your children, orter is always going to be standing on business.

he will sacrifice every bit of magic in his body and soul if it meant that you and his kids will be happy because he knows that he wouldn't be living this kind of life if he never got married or married someone else.

i feel like since orter has one hell of a resting face, he scares away all of his kids' friends, who stand there all confused because what's wrong with their dad? he's literally the cuddliest man on earth? why are his friends calling him scary? what?????

you had a field day listening to what happened, and you can give him all the advice he could ever need, but it won't change a thing.

well, it's a good thing for when he's dealing with suitors for your children, your daughters in particular. he can scare away anyone that's not as devoted to your children and sifted through the rest via a friendly interrogation.

he has taken his kids to his workplace at some point.

you could be sick or he just wanted to spend more time with them and show them what he does for a living and just takes them to work.

all of your kids have good manners, because i don't think orter's the type of dad to just... let stuff happen. he's going to fix mistakes and teach his kids to follow the rules, so taking them places isn't really a big deal.

imagine the shock his coworkers' faces when they see the four miniature madls. like, nearly all of them look like orter, especially the younger twins.

your middle son probably looks like you the most, but he still has a considerable amount of orter's genes, including his horrible eyesight.

when orter answers his coworkers and says the kids are HIS children, they nearly had their minds blown out.

they never would've thought orter was such a family man to have four kids and not be bothered. somehow, the image of his carrying his infant twins fits him pretty well.

he also started carrying around a handkerchief after getting small handprints all over the lenses. he learned soon after your daughter was born how handsy and strong babies can be, so he always walked around prepared.

he nearly got a bald spot once because he accidentally pulled his son's bottle away too soon, and his son had a death grip on his hair to teach him a lesson. you have a picture of it and it is framed in your shared bedroom.

your twins are worse because while they can't walk, they are on the verge of speaking, so they're REALLY LOUD. they grab one pen after the next from his hand, and orter sits there contemplating whether he should take it away before choosing to not deal with a tantrum so he grabs another pen.

the cycle continues until orter is on his last pen and is hellbent on not getting it stolen.

the babies have a tantrum anyway, and if it was anyone else's baby, orter might have cringed at the volume and leave the vicinity immediately, but after dealing with two other kids... he's basically immune to it.

surprisingly very good at consoling babies?????

apparently all of your children just really love their dad.

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"orter having a slightly dumb house wife" is stuck in my mind for DAYZZ!!!!

this was stuck in my head the moment i got it because if i am not a simp for this man, who am i?

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being orter madl's wife includes...

imma say the two of you knew each other from two things: high society gatherings and police academy. from what i read in his wiki, orter attended the police academy that's also a part of easton, so he knew you as his classmate.

you've begged him many times and bought him many meals just to pass your exams. orter knew that you were FAR from being the sharpest tool in the shed, yet he couldn't help what his heart wants.

his feelings grow exponentially when you comfort him and make sure he's doing okay while he grieved the passing of his friend, and while it takes a long time for him to get back on his feet, you were with him all the way. he can't remember a day you didn't show up at his dorm room with a book, blanket, and a cup of hot chocolate.

even when he told you to leave and nearly attacked you because he thought he wanted to be alone, you didn't leave him alone. you were more scared for him that he was going to hurt himself or do something he regretted.

you're not book smart, but you have a sense for making people feel better.

which is why the moment he receives his title as the divine visionary, the first thing he does is confess all his feelings to you. everything from how he hated you for being so stupid to how he found you strangely cute all the down to how you were the only reason he was able to become a visionary.

if orter didn't have you, he doubted he would've overcome his grief no matter how much time passed. having you with him was like he was given a second chance to protect someone he cared about, and orter didn't let it pass.

from the moment you started dating, orter makes it clear that if he ever came home mad or in bad mood, it's not because of you. often times it's going to be his pain-in-the-neck coworkers, because as silly and dumb as you are, orter refuses to believe you could do any wrong.

sure, you might break a plate while washing dishes or burn the food because you were so focused on the bird outside the window, but he doesn't mind.

for someone as boring and rule-abiding as he was, it was a nice change of pace to have someone who didn't always color inside the lines.

he acts like he hates how spontaneous you are with your visits to his office, but the way he looks at you as he brings your hand to his lips says otherwise.

you're his breath of fresh air because unlike some people, you listened to him well. only to learn it was because you knew you weren't smart like he was, so you thought his decisions were the best course of action.

he doesn't feel a little bad when you admit you knew you were dumb compared to him, thinking it was because he called you dumb two months ago, but you literally forgot it even happened.

sometimes you ask him such a weird question he has to sit there and let his brain buffer.

what you lack in brains you make up with your adorable nature. sometimes he gets cuteness aggression waking up in the same bed as you because it's not fair to wake up and see his girlfriend sleeping and holding him like he's her lifeline.

has 100% bit your cheek while you were sleeping and was kicking his feet like a school girl in his office just thinking about how squishy you are.

remember what i said about you having a knack for making people feel better? well, it actually hits orter like a truck you're an expert when you gave him a shoulder massage after he came back from a mission.

best believe man paid you back with one sleepless night and many many hickeys on your body.

this wasn't really going to be too nsfw, but i feel like orter would prefer eating you out rather than actually doing the deed. mostly because he's too tired, and all he really needs to satisfy you at least is have you on his face and ride it until you're happy.

more often than not it does end up with the two of you doing the deed, but only because you're too tempting for him.

thinks you're bad for his health when he realizes how dependent he is on you at home.

literally follows you around the house like a lost puppy, even when you're running around the kitchen preparing dinner, he's right behind you (you've stepped on him many times, but he doesn't care)

eats all the food you make for him regardless of how burnt or undercooked it is. even if he got food poisoning, he wouldn't regret it because he ate the food you put your heart into making FOR HIM

why wouldn't he eat it all? not eating it would just make him an ungrateful boyfriend, and he's not planning on acting up towards you.

this man knows better than to bite the hand that feeds him. and if there's anyone else who says he's not going to respect you because you're not as smart, they're a big fat liar.

if orter truly loves someone, i doubt he'd care about their flaws.

you have qualities he severely lacks, and he's more an appreciative of how you help him deal with his emotions. disrespecting you is simply not something he can do.

sure he may playfully call you dumb every once in a while, but if anyone else does it, they're literally asking for it.

he's even worse if it's your family that's calling you dumb and acting all condescending towards you because you're not book smart like he is.

orter isn't all bark and no bite, because when he bites, he BITES

he will verbally chew up your entire family, spit them back out, and stomp them until they have no more ego to look down on you. no one gets away with calling you dumb except him, but if he does hurt your feelings by calling you dumb, best believe he'll never say it again.

doesn't like the fact people try to take advantage of you because of your lack of common sense.

in fact, the one demand he makes to you in your entire relationship (dating and marriage) is that you bring him with you when you go shopping.

man's not about to let his wifey get scammed just because she trusts the vendors.

he'll punish them for fraud himself, of course, while you treat yourself to some sweets in a nearby cafe.

he looks emotionless and doesn't look like he wants to be seen with you ever, but really most of your dates are at home because man's too tired to go outside (relateable)

and by the time y'all are married, most people in the high society KNOW he cares a little too much about you with the way he glares at any disrespectful man or woman that tries to talk to you. of course, when you look at him, he's not glaring. in fact, he might even give you a small smile.

the moment you turn back around, however, his glare is so cold one might wonder if he has ice magic somewhere up his sleeves.

did i mention he will spoil you?

when the two of you go on your weekly shopping trips, orter makes sure to get whatever catches your eye, no matter how silly it is. though, he doesn't mind since most of the things you do look at are plushies and trinkets to decorate your home with.

he's grown too accustomed to living in a house with decorations he and wirth weren't allowed to play with, so having fun and playful things around the house was a welcomed change.

he also has a tendency to "forget" his lunch at home so you can bring it to him, and he ends up having lunch with you <3 the staff members at the bureau have seen you so often, they don't even bother to check you in properly anymore.

i mean, what are you going to do? your head is admittedly empty, no thoughts inside, just darling husband.

it's even funnier when ryoh sees you prancing around the bureau and questions who you are to be so carefree until he sees orter trailing after you like a dog.

is so proud of orter for being a good husband because he thought orter was going to grow old alone. (didn't know y'all were married for years)

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i love you

SPILL SENATION LORE

ok.

ONCE UPON A TIME... there was a mighty king who ruled over nations, especially the senation. the king's name is sen. king sen is well respected and a powerful ruler who is also a very kind king. king sen has a white horse named uh tiramisu (im eating tiramisu rn) and tiramisu is his greatest friend.

the people of senation love and admire king sen a lot, they worship him even. for his success has brought them a good life. then a war came, and his majesty has to partake in this war to fight for the kingdom, so he summoned his greatest knights to join him in battle.

source: knights of the round table, fgo. idk the artist

so together as one community, they set out for the war against the kyoghuries nation.

in the end, kyoghuries nation suffered a great lost. for once again, king sen conquered another nation. he received a new name, and that is conquering sen. fear him, mortals!

after the war, king sen decided his knights and him have a break. thus they travelled around the world back to their kingdom. when the king decided to explore the woods for some food, he came across a damsel in distress. a beautiful woman tied to a tree. so he helped her to be free. what a glorious and helpful king.

"𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖉𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊..?" king sen asked as the lady replied with a "𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆, 𝒔𝒊𝒓."

"𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊, 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖚𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖊!"

"𝒐𝒉, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒚!!"

"𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊, 𝖒'𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖞..?" the king took the woman's hands in his and placed a chaste kiss on the back of her hands as she blushed. "𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒚. 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒋𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉."

"𝖎 𝖘𝖊𝖊. 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖞 𝖆 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖚𝖊 𝖆 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖏𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖞𝖋𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖉𝖔𝖒."

so then, the king invited the princess to stay with him for the entire journey as he will be sending her back to the jellyfish kingdom on their way to senation. tiramisu neighs in delight of a new friend. neigehheheh

but in reality, they have fallen in love (😱). but unfortunately, their fates will not match. they are to be betrothed to other royals. so they could only enjoy each others presence for a while. princess ray is to be married to prince kalo in a few weeks and the king is to remain vacant until he receives answer for proposing to princess noo from noomon kingdom to which, there has been no answers yet.

sometimes romance wasn't meant to be. anyways, the king safely sent the princess back before making some grand promises then he journeys back to his own kingdom.

"long live king sen!!!!" the crowd cheers at the return of their king, once again mighty and righteous. indeed, long live king sen, for he shall live forever.

𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖓.

the end.

STARRING. @seneon @httpshujii @tojiluv @milyz @adeliebae @saewako @itonashi kayla @kyoghurts @yuquinzel @rninies @anqelically @hyoismbbg @okkalo @noomon

notes. this is nonsense btw 💀 sorry anon

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Dr ratio and student (adult) reader who tried really hard to study but she is kinda failing? 😭 I once had strict teacher like ratio and he was softer to me, so Idk if ratio would be the same or even more mean

this is a little different from what you asked. BUT. i Do think that he wouldn't be mean n would help u study because it means you're trying to not be an idiot and his whole shtick is trying to make people less dumb. ykwim. i might've projected a littol bit... times r tough what can i say <(ㅍ _ㅍ)> cw: blurb/headcanon format (?), hurt/comfort technically because ratio is a little mean. it's not that bad tho trust, university setting includes: gn!student!reader, professor!veritas ratio, can be read as either platonic or romantic (or favoritism lmao) wc: 1k

-ˋˏ I think he would be pretty frustrated at first. How come all your studying did little to nothing to change your less-than-ideal grades? Especially when he’s the one teaching you, at this point it’s an insult to him and his teaching skills!

-ˋˏ ...but when you showed up to his office with your lips curled down in deep a frown, downturned brows and meek eyes that refused to meet his gaze for more than three seconds and reflected just how embarrassed (and almost ashamed) you were, he could only sigh and wave his hand to gesture for you to come in.

-ˋˏ You took out your textbook, your notes and the study guide he had made specifically for the final exam. They felt heavier in your hands than they usually do, since now he could very well take a single look at your messy, scribbled notes and turn you away for “wasting his time” like you’ve seen him do with other struggling students. You couldn’t afford failing this exam though, so you place down your things on his (now cleared) desk and sit at the edge of the chair he had across of him, silently praying to whatever god to grant you some mercy.

-ˋˏ His first reaction was... not good, for lack of better words. Your notes were a mess and there were splotches of black all over about five pages— the result of an unfortunate accident where your pen exploded in your hands during an all-nighter. He was tempted to turn you away or to, at the very least, scold you for being so disorganized, but he wouldn’t be the infamous Doctor Veritas Ratio if he did. One look at you and he could tell that you hadn’t slept properly in God-knows how long, that you hadn’t eaten a proper meal in just as long, and that you had the drive to study, but for a reason unknown to you, simply couldn’t. Or, at least not in a way that made you retain the information you tried to hammer into your brain.

-ˋˏ You'd sit there; hands folded in your lap, eyes refusing to meet his, silently waiting for him to say something, anything lest you implode on the spot. Ratio would gloss over your notes, eyes lingering on the little doodles of yourself you drew in the margins of the page with a little speech bubble saying ‘help’ right above it, and would hold in a sigh. Crossing his arms over his chest he would lean back in his chair and tilt his head, burning holes in your skull until you lifted your head up. He wouldn’t say a word, he’d be as patient as he needed to be, waiting.

-ˋˏ When you finally looked over at him you swore you felt your heart drop to your ass (how long had he been staring?) as you forced yourself to not grab your stuff and dip. “Um-” you started speaking but he promptly shut you up by interrupting you with a question of his own; “Do you honestly think you can study adequately in such conditions?”

-ˋˏ (Of course he’d notice, you scold yourself internally. There’s no way to successfully hide the dark circles under my eyes.)

-ˋˏ You’re taking way too long to answer, too absorbed into your head to speak, and it’s starting to get under his skin. His frown seems embedded onto his face, the absence of his plaster head making you quiver in fear from the sheer amount of frustration he must feel because of you. Unfortunately, you’re nowhere near as observant as he is— because if you were, you would have noticed that his frustration wasn’t aimed at you, but at himself. How did he let it get this bad? He’s supposed to be a teacher, and teachers are supposed to care for their pupils

-ˋˏ (It might seem like he couldn’t give two shits about his students, but he does care— in his own harsh way. He considers kicking people out of his class a blessing; if he didn’t care about their wellbeing, he would have let them stay and feel stupid as well as let them be completely overwhelmed as a result of not understanding the content of his lessons and the workload he assigns. Of course, he doesn’t want people to drop his class, but if that’s what it takes for people to not go insane then so be it. He’s made peace with it.)

-ˋˏ “When was the last time you were able to sleep for longer than eight hours consecutively?” he asks, intense gaze unfaltering as your eyes dart all over his office in a poor attempt at avoiding the inevitable. Finally, you look at him sheepishly, and mumble a number that was far from satisfactory in his books. He clicks his tongue and unfurls his arms, grabbing your books strewn across his desk and shuts them, sliding them over towards you. You sit, puzzled and flustered that you’ve gone all this way just for him to kick you out. If he was going to be an ass, he should have just dismissed you as soon as—

-ˋˏ “Your assignment is to get a good night’s rest. Do not come into my classroom if you haven’t slept for 8 hours minimum. If I see you work dark circles as prominent as the ones you have right now, I’ll drag you to the nearest bed or couch myself.”

...Can’t say you expected that kind of response.

-ˋˏ You can’t even get a word in before he beats you to it, already knowing what you were about to say. “I’ll let you retake the exam if I deem your health to be unacceptable when you arrive in the lecture hall for the exam.” You shut your mouth, unsure of what to even say in response. You really felt like you were being scolded.

-ˋˏ He would gladly help you study when you come back looking (and feeling) refreshed, though. Not that he’d show it with his body language, but his actions said everything. He’d bring energy bars for you to snack on while he explained material you struggled with, would be patient when you’d ask seemingly dumb questions (one time you asked him why he hadn’t kicked you out of his class yet, and that was the first time he actually scolded you. Because that was the first dumb question you asked him).

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