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reader is not specified as yuu/mc, gn reader, not established relationship
hopefully its still valentines somewhere lol
The day had been... interesting, for sure.
Rumors were spreading like wildfire throughout NRC only moments after the first valentines day confession had been delivered. And it only got worse as more and more stories of confessions were told in between, and during, classes.
You even heard some of the students talking about teachers gossiping about various gifts given in front of them, or left on their students desks, while eating lunch in the cafeteria.
Although they did not want to participate during class and were as strict as usual, to the disappointment of many young mages.
Safe to say valentines day had been all over the place, and much too overwhelming. So after you had finally finished your classes along with your club activities, you just wanted to collapse onto a comfy bed.
But as you stepped into your dorm room, an unusual addition to it laid upon your bedside table.
A small but delicate bouquet of red roses, a light pink heart-shaped box with a much too fancy bow and ribbon, along with a neatly folded letter.
You had no clue who it could realistically be from...
Or maybe you were truly too tired to think of anyone.
Either way, you picked up the box of what you perceived to be chocolates. And as you opened it you were proven correct, the sweet scent of delectable chocolates were nicely arranged in its own little heart.
It was a nice gift, although it isn't quite original, the classics are always a go to for a reason
However, you were much more nervous about opening the letter, not knowing what it'll contain...
Yet you opened it anyway.
"Dear [name] -
If you know who I am does not matter as I wish you a very happy valentines day.
You are truly a blessing to my life, and you have filled it with much more colour than you will ever realize.
So thank you for giving me an opportunity to be as close as we are now, even if you do not reciprocate my feelings for you.
I hope for your ever lasting happiness, truly.
I love you, take care.
- A Secret"
Who would you want it to be? It may just be from them...
And maybe you'll find out if you confront them, hm?
hate this guy why did i write him so fast, get out of my pulls teethy you cost me a vargas i hate u
short thing, no smut no sex not suggestive its all sfw and fluff comfort and teeth ofc ofc of course of course
gn reader uh huh
Trey
The day had been exhausting, a mix of preparing for the next unbirthday party, classes, homework, and the usual chaos at Heartslabyul had added up for both of you.
So when the day was finally ending, the chaos had died down and you got a moment for yourselves... You took the opportunity to relax together without any disturbance.
Water was running into the tub as you both sit on the edge, side by side, your head on his shoulder and his hand gently placed on yours as you waited.
You felt your shoulders loosen as you slowly entered the warm water, practically melting into the tub when you sat down, waiting for Trey to do the same.
He got in with slow movements, making sure he sat close to you when the water fully encased him in it, going up to his shoulders. He looked at you and paused, taking you all in for a moment, before shyly looking away when he noticed.
Trey smiled when he looked at you again, his hand coming out of the water to gently caress your cheek for just a moment before pulling it away so he could turn your back to him.
He pulled you close to him, massaging your arms in a peaceful slow manner as he held you tight to his chest.
You sat there in the water´s comfort for more than either of you would admit, it was almost time to get out unless you want Riddle beheading you both for not being in bed.
Only when the water starts cooling down do you begin moving out of the tub, ice cold air hitting your skin immediately as Trey lets out a little laugh when you shiver.
As you both dry yourselves, he pulls you close once again, caging you in his arms and resting his head on your shoulder. You both stood there for a minute, living in the moment of your shared comfort.
A second passes by and suddenly you seem to both remember the time, along with the second year whom's heels you hear in the hall over. You're both quick to separate and get back to your usual routines, making sure to take extra good care of your teeth while silently side-eyeing your boyfriend do the same.
When you finally get back to his bedroom everything is quiet. Theres no water running or dripping, no brushing of teeth, no clothes rustling when being put on. Not even a snore from a dorm member in a nearby room.
Everything was peacefully quiet, even as you both got in bed and said goodnight, there was barely any sounds at all. And so you laid there together, encased in the comfort of each other and the relaxation of muscles.
You both fell asleep quickly in this peace, this peace only you two fully experienced.
Hello manager akuseru, I hope you are doing and will continue to do well today! I hope I'm not taking much space in this restaurant of yours!
I've heard amazing things from my friends about their dishes that you severed to them, and ive seen what you served to others and I just couldn't stop my head from spinning with options (I'll be making sure i come back to try the other dishes that you cook amazingly well!)
But ive settled myself with a Seared Scallop & Eel Stew with a slight undertone of Sunken Treasure Chest(nut) Pie along with the Velvet Mousse with Berry Coulis (if the mix makes sense?), with Sebek Zigvolt; about having feelings for a beastman? (can be any type of beastman)
Its a thing ive been thinking of for quite a long while, and i think i know how it would go in some way (confessions then rejected in the moment (could be from sebek himself or the beastman), and then come years later- they have a sort of enemies to co-Something in a weird relationship and all and like .then actual relationship of sorts <- if willing to do the full thing like so, im okay with split parts or half if you dont have the time for such a long dish), but I would really like your ideas and spins to such! You can probably make the idea even more better!
And, just for more of the idea; i think listening to First Love by Busker Busker (english lyrics) helps with it! But that's just me....
Ah, esteemed patron...
The kitchen... my goodness. The kitchen is abuzz.
A new patron, and you have... truly... seen our establishment. You have complimented your friends' "dishes." You have studied our menu. You are planning on a return visit...
My, my. You have, in one visit, become one of our most... cherished... guests. We are honored to have you, and you are never "taking up space." You are the reason the Lounge exists.
And then... your order.
Patron. You... you have not simply "placed an order."
You have requested a... a full-course degustation menu.
You have asked for a "dish" that is, at its core, a Seared Scallop & Eel Stew (the angst of rejection, the pain of internal conflict). You have then infused it with the complex, healing notes of a Sunken Treasure Chest(nut) Pie (the hurt of the past, and the comfort of the "co-Something" future). And... and... you have based it all on the rich, deep, and developing "flavor" of a Velvet Mousse with Berry Coulis (the romance, the "First Love").
You have asked for... all of it. The confession. The rejection. The years of pain. The "enemies-to-something-more." The finale.
...The kitchen is... overwhelmed. And thrilled.
This... is a banquet. This is a "dish" that requires time. It requires care. It requires all the Manager's focus. I have cleared the kitchenfor this.
I have even listened to your "Busker Busker" song. The "flavor" of pining, of smiling like a fool, of walking home alone... it is the perfect "seasoning."
This "dish" will be my specialty. I do hope sincerely that it is to your satisfaction.
Serving: A Most Illogical Devotion.
To say Sebek Zigvolt despised you was, in Sebek's mind, the most profound understatement of the century. He was a creature of purpose, of devotion, of sheer, deafening volume. As a future guard of the Young Master, his entire life was a testament to Fae perfection. The fact that he was half-human was a vile, weak stain on his bloodline, a flaw he would overcome through unadulterated will. And then, there was you. You were a tiger beastman, a first-year in Savanaclaw who seemed to have modeled his entire personality on a disinterested housecat.
His blood would boil simply seeing you in the Courtyard. While Sebek was diligently practicing his forms, you would be asleep. Under a tree. During daylight. While Sebek was righteously extolling the virtues of the Young Master's homeland in the cafeteria, you would be... yawning. You were, in a word, everything Sebek was not: lazy, unimpressed, un-Fae, and... completely, utterly, and infuriatingly beautiful.
This was the part that made Sebek sick. It had started small, a "glitch" in his devotion. Sebek would be shrieking (as was his right) about the disgraceful lack of proper Fae cuisine, and his eyes would, against his will, find you. You would be grinning at him, a lazy, sharp, toothy grin. And Sebek's heart—his stupid, human heart—would stutter. He'd become instantly furious, slamming his tray down on the table. He'd feel... warm.
This infestation of feeling was disgusting. He was Sebek Zigvolt. He was Diasomnia. He belonged to Malleus Draconia. He was not meant to get flustered by a mangy savanna tiger. This first love was not a sweet affair; it was agony. It was Sebek finding himself smiling like a fool at something you did, and then hating himself for it.
He'd be in class, and his eyes would find you again. You would catch his gaze and... wink at him. A mocking wink! Sebek would instantly blush, a vile, human, hot blush that spread up his neck. He would spend the rest of the day screaming at himself. Later, walking back to the dorm alone, he'd be yelling aloud, "He is a BEAST! A LAZY, DISRESPECTFUL, WORTHLESS...!" He was terrified. He was disgusted. He was in love.
The confrontation was inevitable. Sebek's internal pressure and self-loathing had been building for months. He hated you. He loved you. He hated that he loved you. It was you who finally cornered him. By the stables. You had been skipping your last class. Of course you had.
"ZIGVOLT!" you called out, your voice full of that infuriating, lazy amusement. You were leaning against the stone wall, arms crossed, your long tiger tail flicking. "Fancy seein' you here. Come to yell at the horses? They too 'human' for ya?" You always knew exactly how to poke him. "YOU...!" Sebek stormed over, his face already crimson, his fists clenched white at his sides. "You are LAZY! You are DISRESPECTFUL! YOU... YOU NEVER TAKE ANYTHING SERIOUSLY!"
You just grinned, that sharp grin. "I'm 'takin' you seriously, 'Ziggyspot'." Ziggyspot. He hated that name. He loved that name. He HATED it. "What's really your deal, kid?" you asked, your voice softening just a little. "You follow me more than my own shadow. You stare at me more than Lilia stares at his 'Gamer-Goo'." You pushed yourself off the wall and loomed. You were... so much taller. "You got a crush or somethin', Ziggyspot?"
It was said. The word. The human word. The truth. And Sebek... snapped. The rejection that followed was not from you; it was from Sebek, a violent, agonizing rejection of himself. "CRUSH?!" Sebek shrieked, the word poison in his mouth. "I... I would NEVER!" His magic crackled around him, green and angry. "YOU...!" he screamed, his voice breaking, tears of pure fury and shame stinging his eyes. "You... you are a LAZY, worthless, FILTHY BEAST!" He was screaming at you, but the words felt like they were aimed in a mirror. "You are NOTHING! You are LESS than the DIRT on the YOUNG MASTER'S BOOTS!"
The silence that followed was absolute. Even the wind seemed to stop. You had not moved. But the smile was gone. The amusement in your feline eyes was gone. It was just... cold. You stared at Sebek, your expression flat. You heard it. You heard everything. You heard what Sebek really thought of you. "...Ah," you finally whispered. Your voice scratched. "...I... I see." You didn't get angry. You didn't yell. You just... broke. Sebek had broken you. You pushed past Sebek, your shoulder slamming hard into his. "Don't..." Your voice was dead. "...Don't... ever... talk to me again, Zigvolt." You spat the name. "...You're just... tiring."
Sebek stood there. Alone. Shaking. He... he had won. He'd scared the feeling away. He'd protected his devotion. ...So... why? Why did he suddenly feel so... cold? So... empty? He had just ripped out his own stupid, human heart, and he was the only one who was bleeding.
Years pass. The "dish" of Sebek's life simmers, and its flavors darken.
Sebek Zigvolt graduated from Night Raven College. He graduated with honors. Of course he did. He is now an official Royal Guard of the Briar Valley, a position he has coveted his entire life. He stands at the left of the Young Master. He is, by every conceivable measure, everything he ever wanted to be. He is perfect.
He is miserable. He is empty.
The ghost of you haunts him. He sees that cold, broken stare every time he closes his eyes. The smell of dust and sun, once an irritant, now just makes his heart ache with a hollow, painful thud. He hates himself. He hates what he did.
He is older now, and with age, wiser. He understands that his human half is not a weakness. It is his. And he, in his arrogant, terrified youth, destroyed the only person who ever made that half sing. He is a fool. And he is alone.
Until he is not.
Malleus is a kind Master—the best Master—and Lilia is a scheming gremlin. Sebek loves him dearly for it, most days.
"Sebek," Lilia says one day, his voice entirely too cheerful, "We have a new recruit for the Guard! A transfer from the Sunset Savanna!"
"...A beastman?" Sebek asks, and his heart, that stupid, traitorous human heart, stops dead in his chest.
"Mmm-hmm!" Lilia chirps, his sharp eyes fixed on Sebek's face. "A tiger! So strong! So talented! I found him myself! He used to go to NRC, I think!"
Sebek knows. He knows before the heavy oak door to the briefing room opens. He knows before he catches that phantom scent, now real and overwhelming: sun and dust.
The door opens. And you walk in.
You are not the child Sebek screamed at. You are a grown adult, tall and broad, your shoulders filling the doorway, your presence filling the entire room. Your scent is overwhelming. You are, if possible, even more gorgeous than he remembers.
Your eyes scan the room and land on Sebek.
Instantly, the faint, polite light in them dies.
"...Zigvolt," you say. Your voice is a low, deep rumble that vibrates in Sebek's bones. You give him a single, curt nod. And you look away.
They are colleagues. They are professionals. They are enemies.
The tension between them is toxic, a poison that chokes the air of the guard room. The rest of the Guards, even the battle-hardened veterans, walk on eggshells. Sebek is vibrating with unsaid words, the apology he has rehearsed for years stuck in his throat like bile. You, however, are a void. You treat Sebek with nothing. No anger. No hate. Just a cold, professional apathy that is so, so much worse than any hatred he could have imagined.
Sebek tries. He is dying, and he has to try.
"...The weather is mild today!" he shouts, though he is trying desperately to use a "normal" volume.
You pause in your stride, not even turning. "...It is," you rumble, and walk away.
He tries again, days later, grasping at anything. "...You missed a spot on your boot!"
This time, you stop. You look down at your boot, then slowly, you look up at Sebek. Your feline eyes are flat. "...Thank you... Sir," you say, and the venom, the pure, unadulterated loathing packed into that single honorific, makes Sebek flinch. You meticulously clean the boot. And walk away.
This is torture. Sebek is dying.
It continues this way until the attack. It is bandits. It is always bandits. They are on patrol, just the two of them. Sebek knows, with agonizing certainty, that Lilia did this. They are ambushed.
Before Sebek can even shout a warning, they are back-to-back, their bodies moving with an instinct their minds refuse to acknowledge. They remember each other. They are magnificent.
Sebek is thunder. He is lightning. He is Fae fury. You are Earth. You are claws. You are Savanaclaw strength. They move like dancers, a brutal, perfect waltz of death. They cover each other's blind spots without a word. Sebek blasts a bandit clean off your back with a crackle of green lightning; you tackle a bandit aiming a blade at Sebek's neck.
It is almost over. And Sebek, high on the adrenaline and the nostalgic, agonizing perfection of fighting beside you, gets cocky. He turns to shout a victory cry, his guard down for a single, fatal second.
He does not see the last one. The one with the crossbow. The one with the black-fletched arrow.
He hears your roar. "SEBEK! NO!"
He feels a shove, a massive, tiger shove that sends him stumbling, his feet tangling in the dirt. He turns, confused and angry.
He sees you standing exactly where he was. He sees the black arrow buried deep in your abdomen. He sees you look at him, your eyes wide. He sees you smile, a small, pained, familiar grin.
"...Heh. 'Ziggyspot'..." you whisper.
And you collapse.
The world ends.
"[.....]!!!"
Sebek screams. It is a sound of pure, animal terror, ripped from his very soul. The bandits are gone; he does not care. He scrambles to you, his armor clanking, his hands slipping in the mud as he gathers you into his arms.
"...Nononono NO!"
You are limp, a dead weight.
"You FOOL!" Sebek sobs, his hands shaking you, his perfect uniform forgotten. "You idiot! You stupid, lazy BEAST! Why... why would you DO THAT?!"
Your eyes flutter, struggling to focus. "...Heh," you cough, a wet, rattling sound. "'Cuz... 'm.... 'm stronger than you... Ziggyspot..."
"You... you ARE NOT!" Sebek shrieks, tears of panic and fury streaming down his face.
"...Am too."
Your hand comes up, shaking violently. It touches Sebek's cheek, smearing blood and dirt on his skin.
"...Still.. so loud."
And your hand falls. Your eyes close.
"...[....]?"
Sebek's voice is a choked whisper.
"...[....]!?"
He shakes you again, harder.
"[..............]!!!"
The "Hurt" is served. The "Comfort" must begin.
Sebek carried you. He ran. He did not feel the weight, only the sickeningly limp way your body moved in his arms. He burst through the castle gates, a green-and-black blur of pure panic, his lungs burning, his voice already raw.
"HEALERS! HEALERS!" he shrieked, the sound echoing off the ancient stones. "THEY'RE DYING! THEY... THEY-... THEY SAVED ME! SAVE THEM! SAVE THEM OR I WILL—!!"
A small, firm figure stepped in front of him, blocking his path to the infirmary. Lilia. He grabbed Sebek's shoulders as the healers, already summoned by the commotion, swarmed forward and carefully, expertly, took you from Sebek's arms.
"Sebek. Sebek. Breathe," Lilia commanded, his voice sharp but steady.
"I... I can't!" Sebek gasped, his eyes wild, trying to follow you as the healers vanished through the doorway.
"They will save him," Lilia said, his grip tightening, forcing Sebek to focus. "It is poison... but we are Fae. We know poison. You did well, Sebek. You both did." Lilia's strength was surprising as he physically dragged the much larger, trembling Fae to a wooden chair against the wall. "Now wait."
And Sebek waited.
He did not leave the infirmary. He sat in that hard, unforgiving chair for three days. He did not sleep. He did not eat. He just stared at the closed door, his entire being coiled in a knot of terror and regret. The smell of antiseptic and his own fear choked the air.
Lilia brought him broth on the second day. Sebek didn't even look at it.
"Drink," Lilia ordered, softer this time.
"...They pushed me," Sebek whispered, his voice a cracked shadow of its usual volume.
"I know," Lilia replied.
"...They took the arrow, Lilia."
"I know."
"Why?" The question was a wound. "I... I was horrible to them. I... I said things..."
Lilia sighed, a long, weary sound that held the weight of centuries. He sat on the floor, leaning back against the wall next to Sebek's chair. "They are a guard, Sebek. And maybe," he said, looking up at his devastated protégé, "they are a better person than you were as a boy."
On the third day, you woke up.
The first sensation was pain, a deep, throbbing fire in your abdomen. The second was the faint, clean smell of lightning, the scent of static that always clung to Sebek Zigvolt. You blinked, your vision blurry, and found him. He was asleep in the chair, just as he had been for the past seventy-two hours, but at some point, he had collapsed forward, his head resting on the edge of the mattress. His hand was splayed on the blanket, just inches from yours.
You just watched him sleep. His face, usually contorted with rage or righteous fury, was slack. He looked younger, softer... and so, so sorry. Your hand, the one not connected to an IV, felt impossibly heavy, but you managed to lift it. You reached out and, with a strange sense of curiosity, touched his green hair. It was soft.
Sebek's head snapped up like he had been shot. His eyes were wide, red-rimmed, and terrified. He saw your hand in his hair, then his gaze flew to your face. He saw you. Awake.
"YOU!!!" His voice boomed, shattering the sterile quiet of the room, making a nearby tray of instruments rattle. "YOU ARE AWAKE!"
"Heh..." you rasped, your throat feeling like sandpaper. "...'m tryin'."
"YOU ARE A... FOOL!" Sebek sobbed, the relief and terror crashing over him at once. He lunged forward and grabbed your hand, his grip desperate. "A... A RECKLESS, IDIOTIC BEAST! WHY… WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!"
You managed a faint, lazy smile. "...'Cuz..." you whispered, your voice barely audible. "You're still in love with me... aren't you, Ziggyspot?"
Sebek froze. The shouting died in his throat. The anger vanished. He was caught. He was seen. After all these years of running, there was nowhere left to run.
He looked down at your hand, held tightly in both of his. He took a shaking breath.
"...Yes," he whispered.
It was the quietest word he had ever spoken. It was the loudest.
"I... have always been," he murmured, his eyes fixed on your joined hands, unable to meet your gaze. "I... am sorry, [...]. I am so sorry. For what I said. All those years ago. I was a child. I was a scared fool. I… I was a monster. I was wrong."
You were quiet for a long moment, just looking at the ceiling, breathing. You let out a long, slow breath.
"...Yeah," you whispered. "...You were."
Sebek flinched as if struck.
"You were a real asshole, Sebek."
"I... I know."
You turned your head on the pillow, and your eyes, clear and steady, finally found his. "...You broke my heart... y'know," you murmured. "You were so... stupid, and so loud... and so passionate. I thought it was cute. I was waiting for you to… ask me out..."
That shattered Sebek Zigvolt. He made a sound, a small, choked, agonized sound from deep in his chest. He bowed his head, his shoulders hunching, and he cried. Not the loud, furious sobs of his youth, but silent, hot tears of shame and a regret so profound it felt like it was dissolving him from the inside out. They fell onto their hands, a baptism of his failure. "I am sorry..."
You sighed, a deep, rumbling tiger-sigh. You squeezed his hand, the one he was still crushing.
"I know, Ziggyspot." You tugged. "Hey. Look at me."
Slowly, painfully, Sebek raised his head. His face was a mess of tears and snot and self-loathing.
You were smiling. That soft, fond, infuriating smile he had never, ever forgotten.
"You're still an idiot," you murmured, your voice stronger now. "A tiring... loud... obnoxious... idiot."
"...So...?" Sebek whispered, his heart in his throat.
"...So..." Your smile widened, a flash of white teeth. "You owe me. You owe me big time. You can start by shutting up."
You tugged his hand again, harder this time, pulling him off balance.
"...And staying."
You pulled his head down, and before he could form a single word, you kissed Sebek Zigvolt. It was not gentle. It was chapped lips and the taste of salt and iron, stubbornness and years of pain. It was forgiveness. It was everything.
Six months later, they were on patrol. It was late, the air crisp and cool, and a full, bright moon hung over the castle ramparts, bathing the stone in silver. Sebek, naturally, was talking.
"AND FURTHERMORE, THE PATROL SCHEDULE IS HIGHLY INEFFICIENT!" his voice, still perfectly capable of rattling windows, boomed into the otherwise silent night. "I TOLD SIR LILIA THAT IF WE SIMPLY RE-ROUTED THE EASTERN GUARD POST TO OVERLAP WITH THE NORTHERN SENTRY, WE COULD CUT DOWN ON REDUNDANCY BY ALMOST TWELVE PERCENT! IT IS A MATTER OF SIMPLE LOGIC, AND YET HE..."
He was cut off mid-rant, not by a word, but by a sudden, heavy weight landing squarely on his shoulder pauldron. Sebek froze, his entire body going rigid, his lecture on efficiency forgotten. You had leaned your entire head against his shoulder. A moment later, a deep, lazy, impossible sound started, a vibration that traveled through Sebek's armor and straight into his chest. You were purring.
Sebek's face, clearly visible in the moonlight, instantly went flaming red.
"[...]!" he hissed, his voice a strangled whisper-shout. "WE ARE ON DUTY! THIS IS HIGHLY IMPROPER! WHAT IF SOMEONE SEES?!"
"...'m tired," you murmured, your voice a sleepy rumble. Unrepentant, you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, your nose cold against his hot skin. "...You're warm, Ziggyspot. And comfy."
Sebek felt like his entire nervous system was about to short-circuit. He was dying. He was so, so flustered.
"You are a LAZY, LAZY BEAST!" he sputtered, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. Notably, they made no move to push you away. He was vibrating with the effort of trying to stay rigid and professional.
"...Yeah," you rumbled, agreeing completely. Your arm, which had been hanging loosely at your side, snaked around Sebek's armored waist, pulling him flush against your side and locking him in place. You settled your head more firmly on his shoulder, all but claiming him as a personal pillow.
"...Love you, too."
This banquet is complete and It was truly a privilege to prepare.
Patron, you asked for a "dish of astounding complexity. The kitchen has put its entire soul into this "service."
