#SYNOPSIS. You’ve been isekai as the villains mother!
#WARNING(S). Implications of undesired affection
#CHARACTER(S). Duke Kassius Chade, Ain Chade
The teacup trembled against its saucer as Ian’s laughter—warm and bright only moments ago—froze mid-air. His small fingers, sticky with jam, curled protectively around mine beneath the garden table. Sunlight dappled through the wisteria, but the warmth vanished as Kassius’ shadow fell across the rosebushes. “ Father," Ian said, voice brittle as winter twigs. "What are you doing here? Don’t you have petitioners waiting?"
Kassius smiled, a slow unfurling of lips that didn’t touch his eyes. He settled into the wrought-iron chair opposite of us, the legs scraping like knives on stone. "Can’t a husband," he murmured, pouring himself tea without invitation, "cherish time with his family?" The word ‘cherish’ slithered through the air, heavy with unspoken edges. Ian’s knuckles whitened around his spoon; the boy’s gaze hardened into glacial flint.
They sparred in clipped syllables—Ian’s polite inquiries about estate ledgers met with Kassius’ languid observations on Ian’s ‘growing impudence ‘
You kept your eyes fixed on the wilting violets in the centerpiece, throat tight. Every word felt like a trapdoor beneath your feet. The Duke had come— uninvited to your cherished time with the only comfort you know in this stifling manor. When the butler’s discreet cough announced the tutor’s arrival, the reprieve ended— your cherished time with your dear stepson had come to an end.
Ian didn’t move. His small frame remained rigidly planted beside my chair, knuckles pale where they gripped the wrought iron. Kassius traced the rim of his teacup with one finger, a predator savoring hesitation; "Run along, boy," he murmured, velvet over steel. "Your mother and I require... privacy “ The pause lingered like a blade unsheathed.
You forced your lips into a curve that felt brittle as dried petals. "Go, darling," you whispered, brushing a crumb from Ian’s sleeve. Your fingers trembled against the fine wool, “ As your father’s heir, you should behave as such“ Ian’s gaze flickered between us—suspicion warring with reluctant obedience—before he bowed stiffly and retreated. His footsteps echoed too loudly on the gravel path, each one a hammer blow to your composure.
Silence pooled thickly between you and Kassius, broken only by the distant chirp of sparrows. He leaned forward, elbows resting on the iron table, and the predatory stillness in his posture made the teacup rattle against the saucer again.
“You soothe him so effortlessly now,” Kassius observed, his voice a low hum that vibrated in the hollow of my chest. His dark eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, traced the path Ian had taken. “Yet you flinch when I enter a room.” He lifted his own cup, sipping slowly, never breaking his gaze, “ Is your kindness only reserved for my son? “ The question hung, weighted with a dangerous curiosity. Sunlight caught the silver threads in his doublet, making him look less like a nobleman and more like a coiled serpent basking on cold stone.
You clutched the fragile porcelain tighter, focusing on the intricate pattern painted on the cup, “Children require gentleness, my lord,” You managed, the words thin and unconvincing even to your own ears, “ Ian is… young” A bead of sweat traced a path down your spine beneath the heavy silk of your gown. The scent of roses suddenly felt cloying, suffocating.
Kassius chuckle was a low rumble, devoid of true amusement. He set his cup down with deliberate softness, the sound unnervingly precise, “Young,” he echoed, tilting his head. His gaze, sharp and unnervingly perceptive, swept over your face, lingering on the tremor in your hands. “And I, Wife? Am I too old for such tenderness?” He leaned forward fractionally, invading the scant space between yourselves.
His voice dropped to a murmur barely above the rustle of leaves, “ Neglect is a poor mantle for a Duke to wear. Perhaps it’s time I shed it. Devotion... marital duties... they require a certain... proximity, wouldn't you agree?" His unblinking stare held yours, stripping away the pretense of the garden, the teacups, the wilting violets.
A sparrow landed on the gravel path where Ian had stood, pecking at invisible crumbs. You watched it, desperate for any anchor.
The Prefect doing a side hustle during the Games where they sell some home made pastries while walking around. And the RSA guys are loving it. The Prefect is so grateful because no one in NRC would buy their misshapen shaped cookies and sweets meanwhile the RSA boys are nice enough to purchase and try them.
This gets some of the NRC team very jealous and annoyed. One of them even tries to stop the Prefect by tattling to Crowley, who makes them stop because it'll look bad for press if one of NRCs students is peddling...
But this doesn't stop the Prefect. They even got some dedicated customers. Determined, they sneak off to the other team when no one's looking to deliver their sweets. They, however, fail to tell the RSA team to keep it secret so the next time the camera pans to RSA during the match, the well-meaning princes advertise their cookies to the stadium...
The Prefect doing a side hustle during the Games where they sell some home made pastries while walking around. And the RSA guys are loving it. The Prefect is so grateful because no one in NRC would buy their misshapen shaped cookies and sweets meanwhile the RSA boys are nice enough to purchase and try them.
This gets some of the NRC team very jealous and annoyed. One of them even tries to stop the Prefect by tattling to Crowley, who makes them stop because it'll look bad for press if one of NRCs students is peddling...
But this doesn't stop the Prefect. They even got some dedicated customers. Determined, they sneak off to the other team when no one's looking to deliver their sweets. They, however, fail to tell the RSA team to keep it secret so the next time the camera pans to RSA during the match, the well-meaning princes advertise their cookies to the stadium...
"is he single!?" your attention is drawn behind you, to where a group of insignificant chatterboxes cluster together like they're trying to start a mob. their quips died down instantly when someone in the group shushed the rest and you released the breath you were holding. you return your attention to your friends in front of you.
a few minutes pass and another comment catches your ear, "i mean, there's a leech on his side, but other than that, just look! he's so picture perfect." you fight the urge to crane your neck around, to stare directly into the heart of the group with piercing eyes, to let them know that they are anything but quiet. all the while hoping they're not talking about your boyfriend, who's arm is wrapped comfortably around your waist, holding you ever so close. like a leech.
you snicker to yourself at the backwards use of their ugly nickname, gaining the attention of your boyfriend, who asks what's so funny, and comments that no one said anything worth laughing over.
"oh, no reason." you smile as you wrap an arm around to rest on his back. what he can't see is that you folded all fingers down but the middle one so that you're flipping off the group of prattlers stood behind him.
you lean into his side more and press a sweet kiss onto his cheek, he retorts by turning you back to him and pressing a lasting kiss to your lips as muted gasps and scoffs were heard. someone in the group attempts to silence their peers but their calls fall upon deaf ears. "whatever, let's go."
you relax against him as the group disperses, a content sigh escape your lips.
a moment passes, before your boyfriend leans to whisper, "were they bothering you?"
"what? no!" yes. they were annoying. is what you meant.
your boyfriend kisses your temple, "sure. oh, and you're not a leech, my love." you turn your face away, hiding the heat that rushes to your cheeks at the fact he cracked your code so quick.
if your friends could look any more grossed out at the sickly sweet pda, they probably would. but you don't care, your boyfriend is the sweetest 🤍
this is inspired by the tt trend “They say shooters shoot, Duke Dennis what’s up with you?” [im not sure if anyone did this before but if so lmk.]
Hinata Shoyo was your favorite MSBY player; you had been to a few games and were amazed by how cool and energetic he was. Recently, the "They say shooters shoot, Duke Dennis what’s up with you?" trend had been going around, and few people got noticed by their celebrity crushes or TikTok celebrities. You found the trend so interesting and comedic that you decided to make one of your own for Hinata Shoyo. It didn’t necessarily matter if he saw it or not; it was simply just for fun. In case he did see it, though, you made sure you looked your best because you never know, right? You finally posted the video after three tries. You added a few tags, but nothing crazy. After that, you put your phone to charge and went off to do your nightly ritual of showering and reading to detox your brain from your phone to sleep easier, which was a habit of yours that was hard to break at first.You fell asleep wondering about the possibilities of that video and perhaps fantasizing about a life with Shoyo Hinata because you’re just a girl, after all.You woke up at noon. It was Saturday midday when you picked up your phone and headed to the bathroom to brush your morning breath out of your mouth. As you opened TikTok to mindlessly scroll, you were reminded of the video you posted last night, which had a lot of likes and comments.You laughed at some people relating and some "toxic fans," and then as you went deeper, you found comments saying, "HE LIKED AND REPOSTED YOUR VIDEO." You were now internally freaking out as you stared at the many comments saying this. Then, you saw a familiar name with a blue mark next to it.
Hinata Shoyo: nothing much, what about you? 😉
Your toothbrush fell out of your mouth. Although the comment didn’t quite seem like his, it was cute to see him comment. You quickly ran to his repost, and sure enough, there was your video. Was this real? You thought it was too good to be true and way too easy to get his attention like that.You quickly exited TikTok to head to Instagram to get your mind from going haywire. That was until you checked your DMs to be met with that same name yet again.
"Hey! It’s me, Shoyo. Sorry about my TikTok comments. Atsumu said to put that, but I came to reach out because I'm not really like that 😅 I'd love to get to know you if you were serious about what you said on TikTok?"
"What the fuck!" you exclaimed as your phone fell onto the counter; you splashed yourself several times before you saw this was all real.
i genuinely don’t know how i feel abt this it’s mostly js so my brain can start writing again because i haven’t in awhile.
Imagine your husband having what he lovingly calls his 'kiss-o-meter'. An inbuilt measuring system engraved in his mind ever since your wedding day, or so he told. He stresses to you how important it is to have his 'kiss-o-meter' at 100% before he goes to work, unless you want a despaired husband and an unenthusiastic worker as he would put it.
So imagine his surprise when you rush right through your morning routine, not even sparing him a glance. Only acknowledging him when you're about to leave, giving a mere hug before walking right through that door, not a speck of remorse in your step. He couldn't believe it, you just gave him a hug.
A hug.
Just a hug.
This is it, you don't love him anymore. You forgot about the most important part of his day, his morning, and his life. Not to mention he still has work and he doesn't think he can do it. But he has to, for living expenses and for you, even if he was deeply wounded by your international crime. Off to work he goes, meter at a sad 0.2%.
It isn't long into your workday when you receive a rather ominous? phone call from one of your husband's coworkers. It isn't directly ominous, just that no one from your husband's work ever called you unless it was an emergency. Though emergency might be a stretch since most of those calls consisted of people asking for your presence. Why? well, your husband isn't the most subtle of men even if he tries to be. This time is no different, one word in and you already know they want you to do something about it.
"Please—"
"Say no more, I know you want me to come and get him. What's going on with him this time?"
"No idea, he's just been looking real depressed ever since he's got here. So please hurry [Y/N], I don't know how we're going to handle an incapacitated man by ourselves"
"On my way so hang in there"
And with that, you finish up all your leftover papers and submitted them to your boss before going on your merry way. Well, merry makes it sound like a peaceful drive when in reality, you're teetering on the edge of breaking the speed limit. Is the situation ~that~ urgent? Not really.... But it would be great if your husband could get back to work as soon as possible. Someone has got to pay the bills and you're not going to start doing it alone.
Arriving at his workplace, you push the door open to reveal your husband in all his miserable glory. Your outburst caused quite the scene, everyone stopping what they were doing to give you a surprised look before quickly returning to the task at hand. However, your husband immediately looked away with a pout once he got over the initial surprise. A weird expression since you haven't done anything to upset him today right? Definitely not, you still remembered to give him a goodbye hug before you left so things should be ok..... right?
Right?
Foolish of you to think so. But back to the problem at hand, your husband is not looking at you nor is he acknowledging you anymore. Except for his 'subtle' glances at you, those are inevitable even if you fight. So you decide to confront him head on because you need to know why he's acting so petty before he ends up skipping the entirety of work.
"Mind telling me what you're so upset about?" You muse, approaching your beloved husband.
"...Hmph"
This is not going to be easy, you can tell. If he's willing to ignore you for this, it has to be something very important to him. Conflicted by this sudden realization, you quickly turn to your husband's co workers. Only to find them nodding and already ushering the both of you out.
"Sorry for taking him, this is more serious than I thought..."
"Don't mention it, we would've sent him back home if he kept this up anyway so it's all good"
With those reassuring parting words, you affectionately shove your lover into the passenger seat and drive the both of you home.
Rushing through the door to your apartment, immediately setting everything down before standing in front of your other half sitting on the sofa. Still pouting and avoiding your stare, he's surprisingly dedicated to his angry husband act. Your lips curve into a coy smile at his antics, the things you do for him are always going to be far beyond your understanding but if it means a lot to him then you don't mind playing along. A confident stance and dressed for comfort, time to find out what exactly is upsetting your husband.
It's hard trying to deny any of your advances, your husband knows that as much as you do. He's trying to look away, he really is, but the way you call his name with the face of a kicked puppy in the rain makes his resolve crack just a little bit. Actually scratch that, his resolve is about the radius of a single spider web. But you can't blame him, cause everyone and their dog know that one look from you is enough to get the man on his knees, wallet in hand already taking his card out.
To your undying amusement, he cracks immediately. Face retreating into his collar with a red hue, turned away from you, he finally tells you what was bothering him.
"Yo...di.........is...me...is...ning..."
"What? Say that again, I can't hear you"
"You...didn't kiss me this morning...."
Oh.
O H.
So that's why, he's acting like this so you would maybe realize your mistake. It all makes sense now, the dots connect and you know damn well what you have to do now. Although you don't know how much you owe in his terms, the best you can do is overcompensate until your debt of kisses is paid.
The sudden silence prompts your husband to lift his head at you, still looking at him intently. Seconds of silence go by between you, anticipation and panic rising in your spouse. Suddenly, you tackle him deeper into the sofa with your whole body weighing on him. The air blown out of his lungs, his ribs bruised, and heart pounding, your lover can do nothing but watch as you take his face into your hands and squishing his cheeks. A pout of your own looking down at his trapped figure, face nudging closer and closer until he can feel your lips ghosting over the tip of his nose.
Breathlessly scanning your features as you look at him with hearts in your eyes, blushing at the proximity even at marriage. Leaning your foreheads against each other, your uttered words clearing the fog in his mind.
"Why.....are you so..... cute!"
An array of kisses comes his way, quicker than he can comprehend. All over his red face, kisses on his forehead, both his cheeks, the spot between his eyebrows, on the bridge of his nose, anywhere he makes sure to tell you were his favourite to get a kiss.
"You could've"—
MUAH
"Just"—
MUAH
"Told me to come see you at work"—
MUAH
"And I would've come right away to give you as many kisses as you want"—
MUAH
Overwhelmed with your kisses, your husband can do nothing but wrap his arms around you and pull you closer. You only relent when he buries his face into your neck, his head moving back and forth as to bury himself deeper. It's so cute, how your husband tucks his face away from the world and into your shoulder. You can see the tips of his ears burn red, showing that you did more than a good job at lifting his spirit. His kiss-o-meter at a resounding 110% thanks to your efforts, more than enough to last him until tomorrow no doubt.
Your husband can smell the perfume you put on for work, it's faint but clear. He feels warmth all over his face, both from his position and your kisses. More than satisfied with your onslaught of affection, yet he craves more from you. He can never get enough of you anyway, so why stop now. Untucking his face from the junction of your neck and shoulder, he looks up at you. Not surprised to see you staring back at him, loving the way you smile at him. Raising his face to brush his nose against yours, his heart-melting words flow like a whisper to you.
"I love you, can you kiss me again?"
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