You broke up with your boyfriend, and now that you're single, Azul finally has a chance
listening to: Desmitificar - Marina Sena
This song was actually hard to translate and keep the original meaning; a little bit of Por Supuesto by the same singer; gn!reader; Azul is very intense; no cheating involved in this
"If it's about transcending, stripping away the mystery, getting intoxicated, intensifying it all, I can do it"
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
I've been wanting you, I've been craving you
“I broke up with him,” you mentioned once you met him at his VIP room, your shoulders slumped with exhaustion. Azul wondered if it was because your previous significant other made things difficult for you after the break up, or if the reason itself of the break up was weightening on you.
Still, Azul couldn't contain his excitement when the news reached him. You, the person he was hopelessly yearning after, finally broke up with the dull boy who was an obstacle on Azul's path, preventing him from attaining your love.
He would forever dread that he was too late to perceive you sooner, otherwise, you would never choose him over Azul. How those past months have been appalling, longing for someone whose heart already had a name embedded on, but now this would matter not.
Because now, Azul would do anything to truly entice you to his arms. Every bit of effort will be worth it.
Everybody sees that I'm feeling mischievous
During the time you were with that other boy, Azul made sure to make his presence known by you. Maybe it was obvious for everyone else but you, how he would insert himself in your conversations, clearly trying to shun down the other.
He wanted to make sure you knew he was clearly the best option. That the other's magic would never compare to his, that he would never be as charismatic, as compelling. If he was subtly sabotaging your relationship, then it would never be fruitful as far as he was concerned.
Azul knew that, if it was him in that boy's place, he would never give anyone the chance to get in between him and you.
Too bad your previous boyfriend was too stupid to prevent his meddling.
Come see me, come with appetite
Now that you're single, you can spend longer durations of time with him, Azul wouldn't have to worry about you cutting your meetings - dates, in Azul's head - short because your boyfriend sent you a message, or you had a guilty conscience because you could be bonding with the other.
None of it is of significance, Azul hopes that once your visage is clear, you will desire him as much as he hungers for you.
As long as you're with him, leisuring in his lounge, then Azul would prove to you he can be everything you need.
Everybody knows I want more than friendship
No longer would Jade and Floyd snickers whenever he was feeling down, “Aww, you must be missing the prefect so much", Floyd would say, poking at his patience and threads of his sanity, “Fufu, they must be with their boyfriend, a position our dear Azul can't seem to achieve…” Jade would follow by, and Azul would have to clutch his pen tightly to not show his upsetness.
Azul would no longer have to deal with Ace and Deuce's glares behind his back, when he distracted you from your boyfriend. No longer would Grim give him a deadpan look, then extend his paws for a tuna can to buy his silence.
“Prefect, I can't imagine the pain you're feeling at this moment, here, I'll lend you my time and you may share your woes,” Azul said when you eventually opened up about the ending of your relationship. Although he would love to focus on your words and the melodious voice he came to love, a single change in your appearance stole his focus away. The lack of a ring on your finger, because he no longer matters.
Back there in the courtyard, we used to spend the whole day together. You with that boy, he was kinda pretty, but he looked way too innocent, not the type of people I like
The charming persona Azul acted as was sufficient to be welcomed by your ex boyfriend, maybe he even thought they're friends. Of course, Azul's intentions in getting closer to him were far from prettier.
After all, his partner was the most precious treasure Azul ever laid his eyes upon.
Though admittedly, Azul lost himself in your eyes and the euphoria encompassing his body. He quite missed why you broke up, perhaps the future that boy wanted was not for your taste, perhaps you didn't like his family or friend group, perhaps you got tired of his bland personality.
Truly, the reason why you accepted to date that boy is beyond Azul's understanding. He is bland, never seemed to want to break the routine and do something exciting with you, never seemed to express his own opinions. If it was Azul in his place, he would never allow you to be bothered a single day of your life.
Yet, he was able to woo you before Azul, how absurd.
Now that you're single, I'll show you all the flavor, all this temptation. You'll travel around the world with my magic. I'll refine your taste, you'll only want mine
You sigh quietly, and Azul covers your hand with his as if comforting you. Reassuring you is his main objective, as a partner is required to provide emotional support to their intended, but Azul couldn't help but take off his gloves to feel your skin directly under his.
He wants to push all your troublesome thoughts away, show you things you've never seen before and make you feel mystified. Make you feel part of his world, he can do it. There are not many things Azul is confident about, often hiding his insecurities behind his heavy work, but he is certain about his magical prowess and his work etiquette. If anything of him is lacking, then he will cover it with his strengths.
Azul's current goal is to make you associate magic and myths with him.
“Ah, I really need to take my mind out of this,” you mentioned, looking at Azul as if he could make your despondency disappear from reality. Azul, always the friend who can achieve anything in a blink of an eye, quickly took this hook.
He smiled contentedly, placing his fingers on the space between yours over the table, “What do you wish for? If it's about transcending, stripping away the mystery, getting intoxicated, intensifying it all, I can do it.” Azul would take any opportunity for you to understand you can have anything with him.
“Perhaps a walk around the island would be good.”
Great, even.
“Want to step into the sea? I'll guide you”
Azul's happiest dream is to fall into the sea with you. The land may be like your world, reminiscing of your past and the life you left behind. Azul's scariest nightmare is if you truly wish to go back there, he has so many plans with you.
If revealing the unknown is a step to make you feel at home in this world, he would gladly present to you the wonders of under the sea and his homeland. Letting go of illusions have always been his forte, as well as making anything feel as if enchanted.
I'll bring a carnival to your life that's been so bland
I spent all my coins of longing just to earn a kiss from you, did you know that? Azul wished to say, but you being single was only one step closer to a relationship with you, he still has to secure your heart.
And though his only craves for you and the what-if's of your future, Azul knows he can't be hasty, lest he scares you from his arms. Peeling back the layers of your love and making it his are still in undergoing work.
To turn your life around from one who was so dull, Azul plans to take you to any place your heart desires or you don't know yet. Even if he becomes disheveled or gets carried away, all that matters is your smile. If in the end of it all, he earns the honor to wake up everyday to you, and you lovingly fix his morning hair, then all his effort is worth it.
Azul never thought that he would be this infatuated, and once he learned about this feeling, he couldn't imagine ever letting it go.
“I've already taken refuge in your smile, you just don't know it yet.”
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
Azul has a harsh judgement about the ex boyfriend out of jealousy and can be an unreliable narrator about the relationship, since none of the prefects own thoughts about the past were expressed, it's up to interpretation
General! Lilia Vanrouge x HalovianFae!Fem!Reader (reader is fae and based off the halovian species from hsr, she has three pairs of wings sprouting from her head 👍)
Warnings!: Reader is NOT Yuu, reader is fae, reader holds position of Lieutenant General, semi-established relationship(courting), General!Lilia, hahaha slight insinuation of Maleanor x reader but only if you squint, English is NOT my first language + not proofread. ALSO, I took some dialogue from Book 7!!
A/N: I started this at 10pm and couldn’t stop, roughly 2k words, and I kind of got a bit lazy by the end. sort of based on that little Drabble I made ages ago 👍
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐
On their mission to stop OB Malleus Draconia, Silver, Sebek, Grim and Yuu find themselves facing not only a war-hardened general but a very familiar winged fae.
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐
The clash of weapons fills the air, only to be quickly drowned out by the sound of bodies collapsing to the ground.
“Has the bat finally been worn down,” a voice rings out from above, immediately causing all four students to perk and a gruff huff to leave the lips of the esteemed general. “You needed my help this time, not very ‘general’ of you, Vanrouge.”
“Ugh, it’s you,” Lilia responds, eyes focusing on your form above, as he notice his men lower their weapons, their eyes searching the trees above for the voice. The recognisable voice working wonders to silence an army, his army—something even he struggles with from time to time.
With a voice full of taunt, yet underlined with familiarity he opens his mouth to speak, "What are you doing here? Got peckish, birdie?"
‘Birdie’..? Silver recognises that nickname anywhere. He shares a knowing look with the green-haired boy beside him, Sebek responds with a simple nod. Before either could speak up, their attention diverts to a startled Grim. “Wahh?! Let me go! Who are you? I am the Great Grim, how dare you-“
He cuts himself off with a satisfied purr. Yuu’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets. This being—person? Fae?—just got Grim to shut up and purr???
“What kind of direbeast are you, cutie?” Grim’s eyes widen as he recognises the nickname. It’s you! “Mrah! Y-y/n?!”
Your hooded figure lands onto the ground in one swift motion. Adjusting to cradle Grim in your arms, you chuckle as the cat-like beast melts into your arms. “That’s my name! Did Lilia mention me to you and your little human friends?”
Silver and Sebek instinctively straighten their posture, reminding themselves that this dream version of you is not their loving mother/mentor.
The pair and Yuu’s faces contort from seriousness and confusion to a united shock as you pull of your hood.
For the latter, the shock comes from meeting the three pairs of wings that sprouts out from your head, the ones you usually fold into your hair… those beautiful wings that belong to your species of fae, ‘Halovian’? Yuu believes is what Malleus had said.
For the former two, the shock is from your meeting your face, your scarless face… The you they know has a sunken, atrophic scar of silver that trails linearly from your brow down to your neck, rimmed by an ashen ring. But this you? Your face is scarless, untouched porcelain painted by nothing but your expressions.
Silver’s thoughts slow down as he took in your recognisable yet foreign face. Your face that softens every time he gifts you a bundle of flowers, your face that scrunches up every time his father peppers it with kisses.
“Like I’d talk about you to anyone, human or otherwise.” Lilia responds with equal snark and mirth, snapping Silver out of his daze. Turning around to face his men he barks out, “You lot! We’re moving back to camp!! Ignore the bird, she’ll be travelling with us.”
“Yes, sir!!!” The general nods at the response and immediate action of his soldiers.
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐
“Y-you, I- Y-you’re Lieutenant General L/n!!” Sebek stutters out as he follows behind Lilia and you, who are trailing the troops. “Oh, no need for titles,” You insist, Grim still sitting comfortably in your arms. “Call me whatever you desire.”
“Anyways, what are you students doing all the way in our Briarland? Here to drag this stuck up bat to that magic school of yours?”
“Like hell I’d go there!” Lilia grunts, “What is a-“ “‘school established by humans going to teach me’, yes I’ve heard your rant, Lilia,” You interrupt him by stretching a wing to shove into his face. “Honestly, I don’t understand how Raverne can put up with your insistant rants about how you despise the humans.”
“Well, mother- I mean Lady L/n, we actually -uhm, are accompanying Sir Vanrouge…” He softly explains, trying not to give so much away. “We’ve been handling the meals at the campground.”
“Oh? Then I must look forward to when we reach the grounds,” You smile to yourself, eyes trailing to the quiet child stood between Silver and Sebek. You believe their name is…Yuu? “Are you alright, dearie? You’ve been on the silent end for quite the while.” Yuu perks up, still in their slight daze, “Oh, I- I just, I just have been watching your wings.” They answer, nervous at being caught.
Your wings shrink slightly at the child’s words, you’ve faced many comments on your wings before. When facing humans, most are not very fond of your wings.
Your lips shrink into a tight smile, as your eyes shift to focus on Grim’s ears. “I’m sorry, lovely. I didn’t mean to put you off…” Lilia throws a worried glance at you, however his hand freezes halfway from reaching your arm.
“HUMAN!! How dare you insinuate such an insult towards Lady Y/n-!!!”
“No! I didn’t mean-“ Yuu stumbles on their words, “they’re just so pretty, a-and it’s not something I get to see everyday so… i’m sorry if I insulted you, I swear it’s not my intention!”
“Sebek calm down, it is simply a misunderstanding.” Silver intervenes, his eyes trailing to the surprisingly soft-looking feathers of your wings. “They truly are beautiful, please don’t feel the need to hide them.”
For the rest of the journey, the silver-haired boy notices the way Lilia’s deep-red eyes keep pursuing you. Well, you did say his father was smitten since you were young.
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐
Arriving at the campgrounds, the group meets with a startled Baur. “Lieutenant General! What are you doing here?”
“Hm? Good to see you too, Baur.” You offer him a soft nod and a little wave. “I oversaw our dear General of the Right struggling earlier and decided to help. So now I’m here for my delicious reward!”
Silver places his hand on Yuu’s shoulder as a signal, “Ah, we’ll get cooking right away then.” Sebek eagerly nods as the three start preparing the meal.
“Wait, where’s Grim?” Yuu whispers as they stir the pot, their eyes searching around for their companion. However, the searching comes to a fast halt when their eyes land on a sleeping Grim, ensconced in the comfort of your lap.
“Erk! How dare a direbeast rest upon the Lady Y/n in her prime. The audacity!” Sebek mutters out in frustration.
“Leave it, Sebek.” Silver mediates, he lets out a fond chuckle as he continues to cut up the vegetables. “mother always had a thing for creatures, magical or otherwise.”
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐
“That meal was delicious! Much better than the food made by half the royal kitchen staff if I must say!” You chuckle sitting beside Lilia, while the rest rounds the campfire, Grim being returned to his usual spot perched upon Yuu’s shoulder.
“Enough chit-chat about such insignificant matters. We have a mission to accomplish.” The general clarifies. Baur, however, speaks upon his opposition before the general could go into further detail, “General! I still remain very much opposed to this! How can you allow humans to accompany our troops?!”
“If they ever slow us down, we can just ditch them.” You frown at his words, giving him a light nudge on the side. Yes, indeed you weren’t a fan of Humans yourself, but, discriminating against children? That is where you draw a fine line.
Lilia lightly grumbles in reaction before continuing with his explanation of the mission, “My real worry is Castle Wildrose. The sooner we wrap up this job, the better. I'll use whatever gets it done faster, be it fae or humans”
“You must be worried about the princess still at the castle.” Yuu perks, noticing the slight urgency in the otherwise commanding voice.
“Me? Worried about Maleanor?” He shares a look with you before he burst out into laughter, while you contain your laugh with a simple shake of your head. “It's not Her Highness I'm worried about. It's the castle itself, and OUR hide.” He uses his hand to motion towards himself and you. “The last thing I want is for the princess to destroy the whole castle in a fit of pique while we’re both gone.”
“Our princess is unruly, quick to start fights, selfish, and irascible... Not to mention incredibly spiteful.” His rant continues, and you make no motion to stop him other than a defeated nod at every word that spills from his mouth.
“Mrah! I couldn’t care less about bratty royalty,” Grim starts, a deadpan expression taking over his face. He points towards you and Lilia eagerly, ears twitching in curiosity “So, are you two married??”
“Huh?!” The sudden question startles the both of you, your wings instinctively folding to cover your face. Lilia and you had just recently started courting, but the two of you never announced it and wanted to keep the professional away from the personal. “W-well…”
“You!! How dare you ask such invasive questions! Prefect, please maintain control over your pet!!”
“Mrah?! The Great Grim is no one’s pet!”
“Enough,” Lilia interjects before chaos could ensue, “*Yawn* It's getting light out. I'm going to bed. The rest of you should get some sleep too. We're setting out eastward at noon.”
Baur responds with an obedient nod, “...Yes, sir. I hope you rest well. Night's blessings.”
“Night's blessings.”
As Lilia walks away, you also decide to stand up. “Well, I must agree with the general on this one… I shall also get some rest.”Stretching out your limbs, you give them a little wave with one of your wings before heading off, “Night’s blessings everyone.”
A chorus of ‘Night’s blessings’ trail behind you as you walk away.
“So… no one’s answered my question!” Grim exclaims in quiet frustration by the lack of answer to his question. Lowering his voice, Baur gives in to the direbeasts curiousity, “what I am about to tell you must not be talked about, understand?”
He continues after all four nod, “from what I’ve heard, Lady Y/n and the General have started courting recently. Though it’s quite hard to tell as I believe they’re keeping their work and personal relationships separate.”
“Anyways, that’s enough! The four of you should get some rest.” Baur suggests, he too feeling the weariness of fatigue.
“Yes, thank you, sir Zigvolt.” Silver responds his head already nodding off to sleep.
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐
The sound of a charm could be heard in the hallway of castle Wildrose before a collection of troops appear, “Rgh... Confound it... Teleportation magic definitely hurts more when you're wounded.”
You place a supporting hand into Lilia’s shoulder, “once we see Maleanor, I’ll rush to grab a healing potion from my workroom. Just a bit longer, bat.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I heard you the first time…” he grunts out, accepting your support.
“Are you okay?” Yuu worries, their eyes tracing Lilia’s pained expression. “It's nothing for you to be concerned about. Now—“ he is cut off by the sound of a voice… is that singing?
“Really, now. Is this any time for singing? Has she any regard for the rest of us?” He huffs out, showing his annoyed look to you, as he barks out to the soldiers. “Come on, you lot!”
*creak*
“Lady Maleanor, are you safe?-“
*thunder*
“YOU’RE LATE, LILIA!!”A thunderous voice responds, a significant contrast to the soothing voice from earlier.
Multiple purple bolts of lightening rain down from above, nearly being dodged by all the troops. “Woah!” You avoid one that came scarily close.
“My egg and I are in dire peril, yet you've been out gallivanting at your leisure!
Fools!
Idiots!
USELESS OAFS!”
“Lady Maleanor, I extend my deepest apologies for our tardiness. I can vouch for General Vanrouge., so please do calm down!-” you nearly get hit by a bolt.
“And you!!” She faces you, albeit her lightening strikes lessen in frequency. “I sent you out to deliver a message to the Queen with direct orders to return immediately!!” You take a wary step forwards.
“Where have you been?!? Do you know how wor-” she clears her throat, lowering her staff to stop the lightening attacks and turns her attention back to her egg.
‘Phew this is going to be a long journey…’ Yuu thinks in her head.
I've been wondering about this: Having a tea party with Ritsu & Hajime whenever you / we had a day off....
That'd be a sweet paradise in the midst of a chaotic world.. 💜
characters: Ritsu and Hajime x reader
notice: fluff, pretty short, mostly platonic since i wrote them together but it's up to you!
a/n: haiii, thank you for requesting thisss, tea club mentioned 🥹✌🏻 yes it would be heaven for real yea yea! anywayss I hope you enjoy 🪼 sorry for being so late 🙏🏻
MASTERLIST
꒰ఎ ♡ Tea parties with Ritsu and Hajime are something everyone needs in their life /srs. Usually it's Hajime who brings up the idea to Ritsu, saying he sees you pretty tired from all the producer's work! And then they convince you to take a break and spend a nice tea party with them!
꒰ఎ ♡ When you accept, it's all calming indeed, the two just make the right atmosphere for you to feel relaxed and forget about work just for a bit... Hajime serves you nice and hot tea and some sweets, while Ritsu clinges to you.
꒰ఎ ♡ You would spend all the time quietly talking about anything, and they're there to hear you out! If there's something troubling you, they're there to listen and support you!
꒰ఎ ♡ Your tea parties are very cute, after drinking tea and all, if you're in a open space, for example on the grass, Ritsu would probably let you rest your head on his lap! He reverses your roles so you can rest a bit too, while Hajime holds your hand, and you just talk with eachothers
꒰ఎ ♡ They have already a calm aura, so when they invite you to these tea parties it's all so nice and relaxing that time flies really fast! If you mention that you really needed that, both of them are happy to hear it!! And will gladly do it more often... By time it becomes an habit hosting tea parties, to turn off the chaos of the world for a few hours, for both of you three <3
␥ syn :: disappointed f1! reader x sae itoshi after a near-podium finish
୭౿ cws :: fluff, fem! reader | ft. sae
𓏲ּ𝄢 a/n .ᐟ eeee i used to have the biggest fixation on f1 and this brought back those times. i love this trope (is that what you call it??) based on this lovely request ≧◡≦
// ꒰ 𝗜𝗧𝗢𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗦𝗔𝗘 ─ ꒱
it’s always louder after a race than it is during it, like the world is only allowed to settle once everything important has already happened.
engines fade, radios crackle into half-sentences, people move too quickly in too many directions at once, and results get spoken out loud like they’re already something that belongs to the past. but it’s never quiet for you.
sae notices it the moment you step out of the car. it’s not the usual buzz of the paddock around you. it’s how it feels when the number p4 follows you, like it’s still tethered to your chest.
you're composed, as always ─ helmet off, hair slightly damp, gloves loosened. you look fine on the outside, but something in your posture gives it away. you’re holding yourself a little tighter today, like you’re still trying to keep the disappointment at bay.
you meet his eyes, and for the first time since you stepped out of the car, you slow down, like your body’s finally giving itself permission to exhale.
“p4,” you say, almost like you're trying to convince yourself that it’s just a number.
sae takes you in for a moment, not looking at the result, not at the noise of the paddock, but just you ─ reading the stillness that’s settled in.
then, as calm as always, he speaks. “you’re standing like you didn’t just finish a race.”
your lips twitch, but it doesn’t quite turn into a smile.
“it’s not podium,” you answer, your voice quieter now.
“yeah,” he replies, “i heard.”
it should’ve ended there. it doesn’t.
you look away, fiddling with your gloves, even though they’re already off, your fingers restless, like you don’t quite know what to do with yourself.
“i was so close,” you admit, voice softer than usual. “it felt like i had it. like if one thing had gone differently, it would’ve been mine.”
sae moves closer, not too close, just enough so you don’t have to shout over the noise.
“you did have it,” he says, without hesitation. “you were in podium pace. you didn’t lose it because you weren’t fast enough. you lost it because there were more people who were also fast.”
there’s a beat of silence between you.
“that’s it,” he adds, as simply as he can.
it’s not comforting in the way you expect, but it stops your mind from spiralling. it makes it feel a little less like the end of the world.
you shrug, still trying to come to terms with it. “i should be happy with p4,” you say quietly, almost to yourself. “it’s still points. it’s still a good result.”
sae watches you for a second longer, before asking, “is it good, or just not what you wanted?”
you pause, a brief moment of hesitation answering the question before your words do.
“. . . not what i wanted,” you admit.
he nods, like that’s all that matters. “then be disappointed,” he says. “just don’t turn it into something worse than it was.”
the words hang in the air, settling in a way that makes it a little easier to breathe. you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding. a sigh that almost becomes a laugh but doesn’t quite reach it.
“you’re really bad at comforting people,” you mutter.
“i’m not trying to comfort you,” sae responds, his voice steady, but not without a touch of amusement.
you glance at him, feeling the pull of something lighter in the air now.
“i’m just keeping you from overthinking a result you didn’t lose because of one mistake,” he adds evenly.
and somehow, that takes the weight off your chest, just a little.
× ノ ⬞ ׄ 𓈒 ᕱᕱ ྀི.
later, the quiet hum of the hotel room settles over you, but the quiet isn’t enough to keep your mind from running the same laps over and over again.
you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, half still in your race clothes, staring at the blank space ahead of you, the gloves beside you forgotten.
sae is by the window, his phone in hand, completely unfazed by the fact that the world around you is still buzzing from the race.
“you’re thinking about it again,” he says, his voice cutting through the silence.
it’s not a question.
you let out a breath, leaning back slightly. “yeah.”
another long pause. you finally admit, quieter now, “i keep seeing the last few laps. like if i’d done something differently, maybe it would’ve changed everything.”
sae looks over at you, his gaze soft but unwavering. “you didn’t miss it,” he says, calm and firm, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
you glance at him, meeting his gaze this time.
“you were there the whole race,” he continues, voice steady. “you didn’t fail anything. you just didn’t finish ahead.”
it doesn’t feel like a correction, but like something being put back where it belongs ─ no more, no less. and somehow, that makes the frustration ease, just a little.
“. . . it still annoys me,” you say after a beat, voice quieter this time.
“good,” he replies immediately.
it’s so simple. so direct. it catches you off guard, but this time, you can’t help but laugh a little.
he doesn’t elaborate, just watches you with that same steady gaze, like he’s already made sense of it. like the answer is already complete.
“it means you care,” he adds, softer this time, “not that it was bad.”
your breath comes out a little easier now, your body finally starting to let go of some of the tension it’s been holding onto.
“you’re weirdly calm about this,” you say, the smile tugging at your lips.
“it’s not my result,” he answers simply.
and that makes you laugh, a quiet, genuine sound that’s real enough to relax your shoulders. for the first time since you crossed the finish line, it feels like the air isn’t quite as thick.
sae walks over to sit next to you, his presence warm and easy.
the silence now doesn’t feel heavy. it feels settled.
after a while, you tilt your head, the question slipping out before you even think about it.
“. . . does it bother you?” you ask. “that i didn’t podium?”
he answers without hesitation.
“no.”
you narrow your eyes at him. “that was fast.”
“it’s simple,” he says.
a beat. then, softer, almost like he’s sharing something just for you, “it bothers you more than it bothers anyone else. that’s enough.”
and that’s what sticks.
not the result. not the time lost. not the moments that slipped away in the final laps.
just the fact that, with him beside you, it doesn’t need to feel bigger than what it is. it’s just a race. and next week, there will be another one.
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Summary: You meet a tiger without an owner nearby. Since u have a death wish (loving cats to death), you go up to play with him. Unexpectedly his owner, was there all along, enjoying the show.
Tags: Fluff, crack fic
Minajael Tealrajah x GN!Reader
Scalding Sands had been way hotter than you could've ever imagined. It's simply not the heat you were used to.
Even the sprinklers placed all over the Silk City were barely helping. When you and your schoolmates had decided to split to look for souvenirs on the Zahab Market, you immediately went back to sit in some nice shade to cool down.
When you were walking towards the cooler area you suddenly froze in your own steps. There was a literal tiger laying down, one who was now looking at you intensely.
Okay, don't panic, if it's in the city it's probably harmless, I'll just walk past him but he's so cut-
The rumble coming from the tiger's mouth immediately made you stiffen, and wisely you turn around and walk back the way you came from.
What you couldn't see however, was the owner of the tiger, situated on a balcony nearby. He was looking at this whole situation with amusement, as opposed to the overwhelming boredom he was feeling seconds prior.
You loved cats. All of them. And you completely understand that the animal didn't want you coming near him, but to not even let you walk past him?
You were determined. You didn't spend that much time with Grim just to lose to the fluffy tiger. A beast tamer they said.
Your pride in the felines loving you has been hurt, but it's not gonna stop you from a chance to pet a literal tiger. Who knows if you're gonna come across a chance like that ever again!
Hellooo?? Is anyone home? Cause this brain isn't working.
When you came back, you came prepared. You had miraculously found a merchant nearby, who was selling a catnip. Bless him and his generosity.
You were now back in that same aisle where you had last seen the big animal. The tiger had been still laying down in the same position.
This was your chance.
At your sudden arrival a pair of brown eyes from a balcony above had focused on you, waiting for your next moves. The man had placed a hand on the railing ready to jump over to intervene if things were to go wrong.
You had taken a few small steps toward the tiger, who had perked up at the sound of your footsteps and narrowed his eyes. You gulped at the sight and with a new wave of nervousness, you took another step toward it.
When you were halfway there, the feline suddenly stood up and froze you in place. As the animal had begun walking toward you, you just stood motionlessly, not daring to move.
You tried your best to present the catnip somewhere accessible, so the beast could smell it sooner and hopefully became docile.
As the animal had been inching closer to you, he suddenly stilled and walked closer to your billowing sleeves, where you had hidden the catnip.
Please, please, please, please, please-
As he came closer he had pressed his nose against the herb and his pupils immediately expanded, as he started nuzzling your hand to inhale more of the catnip.
At that, you sighed with relief and fell down to your knees, your jittery legs finally giving out on you. Your hands immediately moved to scratching the tiger's head and playing with his fur.
It was so scary but so worth it. His fluff was so soft as if it were clouds...
The man from the balcony looked at the scene with astonishment, and a growing smile that spelled wonder and trouble. This is interesting, he thought as he laid his head on the palm of his hand and looked with a tilted head, as his formidable tiger had been reduced to a sweet and harmless kitten laying on the ground.
You were simply in fluffy heaven. The tiger closed its mouth and blew through his nostrils, creating a low-frequency noise, signifying his contentment and his happiness. Nuzzling himself further into you, and the comforting weight on your lap.
It's so wonderful, and totally worth it. Whoever owned that big fluffy cat was one lucky person. You mused to yourself and a second later, a man had jumped down from above, right in front of you. It took everything in you not to scream to not startle the tiger and instead you flinched violently.
The tiger however did not even react, probably too dazed under the influence of the plant.
The stranger without missing a bit has sat down together next to you down on the floor, using his hands to pet the animals fur.
"So? How did you do it, Tiger Tamer?" He asked with a raised brow and an obvious laugh in his voice. "He isn't usually acting like that."
"Wait, so you're the owner?" You had asked suddenly too aware of how you've been caught red handed.
"I'm so sorry for bothering your pet, I... I just used catnip.. " You looked at the other way, too embarrassed to look him in the face at the admission. To be fair you had just drugged his pet. AND got caught doing it.
He just looked at you in stunned silence for a moment and then burst out laughing. He was laughing so much in fact, that he had to put his hand on the floor to prevent himself from falling over.
"You are absolutely crazy!" He said looking at you breathless and smiling. His chest panting from the lack of breath. A twinkle had found a way to his eyes.
Looks like the remedy for his boredom had been delivered.
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