Hiii can i req a reader x blade fic
So reader is a elementary school teacher and blade is this kid's uncle but reader thinks he's the dad (given how many times the kid mentions mom)
Frequent interactions made them exchange numbers and blade always has their nephew/niece help him with leaving a good impression on reader
Reader still thinks blade's the father and always worries about being a homewrecker but they eventually find out he's just the uncle, the hot uncle
Yeah...smth like that...thank youuu ^^
Blade x Elementary School Teacher! Reader
When Yunli struggles with math, you decide to help her as much as you can. All the while you resist folding for her hot dad. Except he’s not the hot dad, he’s the hot uncle. And he’s single
LMAO WHY DOES THAT SOUND LIKE THE PLOT TO A SMUT DRABBLE
Okay guys I know that parents can’t just go wander in the school to grab their kid unless there’s an event going on, but for plot purposes they can
Yunli was one of the best students in your class. She was well behaved, lead a good example to the other kids, and had exceptional grades for someone her age. She was the definition of propriety for a seven year old.
(At least until she’s paired with another kid named Yanqing. Those two argue so often with one another but they have great chemistry. You tease them quite a bit with having a crush on one another just to see their young faces twist with disgust at the thought of)
Now, who you assumed to be the father on the other hand was the complete opposite. That was a HUNK of a man. You could see muscles through his compression shirt on the days he picked Yunli up from the gym or even the tattooed arm sleeve he had that would show through his work clothes when he had the sleeves rolled up. He had long dark hair just like her, but his red eyes? By the aeons, he could make a woman swoon.
But he’s married. Unfortunately. You CANNOT for the LOVE OF EVERYTHING go after him no matter how attractive he was.
Did it help you had his number from the amount of times Yunli asks for you? Nope. Did it help that he would sometimes stay after school to chat with you? Absolutely not. Did it help that his chest was bigger than your will to live? Well hm mhmhmhmh
But he was very polite, contrary to his appearance. He was quiet, talked only when he needed to, and rarely smiled, if at all. At best, the corner of his lips twitch to show off one of the dimples on his left cheek <- Don’t ask how you know that btw you just… pay attention.
It just hurt your heart every time Yunli spoke so fondly about her mother. That woman had taste, you could give her that. You totally weren’t going to pray that their relationship get a little rocky so it can end in a super healthy divorce and Yunli isn’t sad but you could totally get with her dad
She’s always hop over to Blade after school when he picked her up, giggling and asking, “Is momma home?” Or “Can we get a gift for momma?” Or “I wanna go to momma’s work! Please please pleaaaasseeee?”
You didn’t want to get in the way of his relationship. It’s totally wrong and weird. Honestly, you did not want to be the teacher known for breaking up a kid’s parent’s marriage and getting with the dad. One is enough at your school.
Today, Yunli was struggling in class. Her little face scrunched in confusion as she read over the word problem over and over again. Math wasn’t her best subject, but then again, when was it anybody’s?
“Make sure to read the question carefully.” You told the class as you walked around the room, helping them when they needed it. Several boys and girls had that click in their minds, answering the question with an easy understanding.
Except Yunli, who sat there in frustration, her face turning a shade of pink when Yanqing purposely set down his pencil extra loud just to announce that he was done. He had a proud expression on his face, looking over at her with a smug smirk, “Are you still not done yet?”
“No.” She hid her paper with her arm, facing away from him. “Look at your own paper.”
“It’s not even that hard, dummy,” he poked her arm, “it’s basic math.”
She slapped his hand, “Stop it!”
“Hey, hey, what’s going on here?” You set your hand on either child’s shoulder, trying to asses the situation.
“Yanqing won’t mind his business!”
“Yunli can’t solve an easy problem!”
“Alright— alright.” You calmed the down, opening your hand for the blonde boy, “Give me your paper so I can grade it, you can go over to the drawing area. Other students are still working, Yanqing, it’s rude to distract them.”
The boy grumbled but did so, scrambling out of his chair to join several other students in the arts. Yunli watched as he left, her eyes watering.
“Just do your best.” You encouraged, feeling your heart ache at the sight of her frustration. But you couldn’t exactly guide her yet, it was a test over the lesson you just learned. When you helped the other students, you gave them vague hints in the right direction. But when you did the same with Yunli, she was only more confused.
At some point, she quickly scribbled down an answer and handed to you, walking over to the art corner to distract her mind. You simply let her, organizing each paper on your desk to eventually get to later on.
You moved on with the lessons, teaching them other subjects until recess where you could grade freely without much interruption. You knew Yunli was going to be upset with the grade she had gotten, but you would do everything in your power to make sure she’d be able to understand.
By the time school was over and you handed back the papers, Yunli was in tears. She was sitting in the corner of your classroom away from the other kids, wiping her eyes and nose as she stared at her grade.
You waved goodbye the children as the parents picked them up, letting them know about their child’s grade and what they need to improve on/what they’ve been taught. All up until her father came in.
“Mr. Blade.” You greeted, making sure to stare at his face rather than his chest. Seemed it was another gym day for him, he was wearing his compression shirt.
He nodded and said your name, searching the classroom for his kid, “Let’s go, kid.”
Yunli sniffled, walking over to him with a teary face. Blade raised a brow, setting his hand on her head, “What’s wrong with you?” He asked, holding the paper she handed to him.
He turned to you with an expectant face and you started to explain the lesson. “She struggles with word problems,” you said, “The other equations she did well on, but she’s struggling with understanding what the problem is saying because it’s not as straightforward.”
He hummed in acknowledgment, “How long have you been teaching this unit?”
“We started earlier this week, but it has been the same.” You sighed, kneeling down to Yunli’s height and taking her hands, “You can always ask for help when you don’t understand, Yunli. Don’t sit there and stay silent, that won’t help you learn.”
“I know, but…” she hiccuped, “Everybody else gets it except me… I-I’m dumb…”
You could practically feel the change in energy the second the words came out of her mouth. Blade gazed down at her with the coldest look you’ve ever seen. You shivered and stood up straight, tense at what was going to happen.
“Who told you that?” He demanded.
“No one…” she kept her head down, shifting on her feet at his silence. Eventually, she relented, “Yanqing called me a dummy because I didn’t understand.”
“Of course it was Jing Yuan’s kid.” Balde hissed, the paper crinkling in his hands. He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and spoke, “Don’t listen to him. You’re far from dumb, kid. Just because you’re not good at this immediately doesn’t make you any less smart. You need practice, that’s all.”
“That’s all?” She looked up at him with teary eyes, “But what if I still don’t get it?”
“You have your teacher to help you,” he gestured to you. “And you have your mom and pops too. Don’t ask him, though, he sucks at math way worse than you do,” he ruffled her hair, easing when she laughed and wiped her face. “Can you help me?”
“Mhm.” He nodded, “I can. I used to do orders like these when I worked at the forge.”
Wait— woah woah woah. Hold up, wait a minute. Slow it down.
Did he just say “pops?” As in “father?” As in…
Yunli isn’t his kid? Wait— wait a damn—
You blinked as Yunli smiled up at her… uncle, nodding when he gave a few more words of encouragement.
“You still have my number, I’m assuming?” Blade’s voice broke you out of your shock, and you nodding, “I do, yes.”
“Would it be alright if you come over sometime this week to help? If you’re free.”
“Yeah… yes, I can do that.”
“Great.” He guided Yunli out of your room, but not before turning back to face you, “You seem surprised about something.”
“Uh…” you stuttered, clearing your throat before you could embarrass yourself, “I thought you were Yunli’s dad for the longest time.”
He laughed, the sound sending butterflies flying through your stomach. “I get that a lot. I’m just her uncle, her dad doesn’t get off work until later.”
“Uncle!” She whined impatiently, stomping her foot.
“Yeah, yeah,” he looked down at her, “If I get you McDonald’s, will you keep quiet?”
That shut her up real quick, and she even made a zipping motion over her mouth. Blade turned back to you, “Does tomorrow at my place work for you?” He asked before adding, “For Yunli, of course.”
“It does, I just don’t want to intrude.”
“You won’t, don’t worry. It’s just me.”
“And me!” He chucked, “and you, kid.”
And he’s single? Oh ho ho, score! “Tomorrow works.”
He nodded and left, leaving your heart planted right in his palm.
Blade had texted you the time and you had shown up to his… nice house. Wow, okay it was nicer than you expected it honestly. It wasn’t one of those big mansions and all, but it was bigger than a house in the suburbs. He lives good. Real good. You wonder what he does for work, since his conversation implied he doesn’t work at the forge anymore
Yunli opened the door, when you rang the doorbell, taking your hand and dragging you inside, “We just made snacks! Come on!”
“Oh!” You chuckled and followed, holding onto your bag, “Yunli, slow down.”
“Let go of your teacher, kid.” Blade grumbled, picking her up and carrying her to the table. He set her down in her chair, ignoring the pout on her face. “I’m sorry about her, she gets—“
“—excited.” You finished with a smile, thanking him when he took your coat and trying to ignore the tingling of your skin when his hands brushed over your shoulders.
“Yeah.” He returned after putting your coat up, “She does. Did you eat already?”
“I did.” You nodded, following him to the table. “Well,” he gestured to the skewers lying on a plate, “We have tanghulu if you want some, they’re her favorite.”
Well, you certainly wouldn’t deny the offer! “Thank you,” you took one, biting into the candy-fruit, groaning in delight at the taste.
“It’s good, isn’t it!” Yunli grinned, taking one for herself.
“It is.” You smiled, sitting down at the table and munching on the skewer. You set your bag near your feet, swallowing and taking out the papers to work on. “Let’s get started on this, shall we?”
You stayed for two hours, helping Yunli with the word problems. It had taken a while, but you eventually realized letting her circle the keywords in the problem and using real life examples (i.e. the hard-sugar covered fruit) helped much better. She was able to understand what the problem was asking and answer it correctly.
“Great!” You clapped when she answered two more questions on the paper, pointing to the last two problems, “Now these are like the one you had on your test. Don’t overthink it, you know how to do it.”
Blade stood behind you, his warmth against your back, and you made a conscious effort not to react or let him hear your fast heartbeat. It was hard, but you managed. Barely.
“Circle the important parts of the problem.” Blade reminded, his breath against your neck. You swallowed, keeping your eyes on the girl, even more so when his hands rested on the table on either side of you, trapping you in your chair.
This man was going to kill you.
“And…” she stuck out her tongue, “there!” She slid her paper over you to, watching in anticipation as you graded and slid it back to her.
“I did it!” She squealed, jumping in her chair. You laughed at the sight, relaxing when Blade moved out of the way so you could stand and lift her onto the ground. “You did it! I told you, didn’t I?”
“You did!” She hugged you tightly, “I’m going to do so good on the test tomorrow!”
“You are.” You smiled, standing up and looking at the clock. Wow, it really didn’t feel like two hours at all, it felt like you just got here.
“Well,” you turned to Blade, “Seems like it’s getting late.”
“Seems like it.” He grabbed your coat, helping you put it on as you gathered your stuff, “I didn’t mean to keep you this long.”
“Oh, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You reassured.
“You sure?” Blade asked, “I don’t want someone worrying that you aren’t home.” Oh. Oh he thought that you…
“No— no, it’s just me.” You shrugged, “All that’s waiting is my bed, really.”
You could see the thoughts shift in his eyes as you said goodbye to Yunli. “Let me walk you to your car,” he offered, and you couldn’t say no.
You kept steady as you went down the steps of the porch, putting your bag on the passenger side. “Are you free another time?” He asked, “To… talk about Yunli, updates and all.”
You smiled, “After this week, then yes, I am. But you don’t have to pretend we’ll talk about her.”
“Wanted to keep up the responsible uncle persona, but it seems like it doesn’t work with you.” He moved closer, his body right in front of you after you shut the door, his arms crossed in a way that made his muscles apparent.
You swallowed, your head tilted slightly down, “I like it better when people are blunt with me.”
He lifted your chin, “I can be blunt.”
Your soul flew out of your body.
“How about I take you on a date next week at the coffee shop?” He said, and it didn’t really sound like a question, not that you were complaining. “And we can drop the whole teacher-parent act.”
“That works for me,” You mumbled, completely flustered at his fingers under your chin.
“Speak up for me, beautiful.”
You died. You’re dead. It’s over. You soul was gone again. You can die happy.
“T-That works for me,” you said louder.
“Wonderful.” He let you go, “I’ll text you the time and I’ll pick you up.” You nodded, scrambling to get into your car. He walked back to the porch, watching as you backed out of the driveway and took off.
When you got a reasonable distance away, you pulled over and screamed in the car.
That man made you a mess.
A/N: IF A HOT MAN LIFTED MY CHIN AND CALLED ME BEAUTIFUL I’D FOLD TOO LIKE YES SIR BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK
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