[satorus-princess]

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒,

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒.

˙ 𓍊 ₊ ˚ ⋮ 𝓗𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐋 :: xviii+ centuries of frolicking in this forest :: a dewy eyed princess yearning for her blue eyed runaway :: before you bat an eye :: the brewery :: beneath my wings :: reserve a stump ::

[satorus-princess]

a/n: because @satorupied asked for more silly with satoru and the students im SO SORRY this is so late </3

it all started when satoru had the smart idea to smack a water balloon against suguru’s back while he was outside training the second years in the burning sun.

suguru had gone stiff from the sudden impact and the water soaking through his clothes. and before he turned around, all he could hear was the white-haired man’s giggles from a distance.

and when he did turn around, he found satoru and a bucket of water balloons.

this is what he was doing instead of teaching the first years?

little did suguru know that it was the first-year students who had filled the balloons with water.

“my students and i will beat yours, you know that, right?” suguru said, challenge evident in his tone and a crooked smile on his lips.

“well, hold on, who said i’m staying out of this? no way. so, obviously, we’ll win,” satoru declared smugly.

to which suguru replied, “no cursed energy use allowed. including infinity.”

and that’s how both of their students got dragged into a water balloon fight. not that they were complaining; it was nice to destress, and getting doused in water wasn’t the worst thing considering the hot weather.

“pffft, what kind of throw was that, inumak-- oof.” satoru was halfway through cackling before two water balloons burst square on his chest by panda and maki with no remorse. it wasn’t often that they were able to hit their teacher after all.

suguru only chuckles, eyes closed with delight and pride directed at his students. and it even earned a quiet, amused laugh from megumi who satoru’s head snapped towards with incredulity and betrayal written all over his face.

“you’re on my team. why are you laughing?” satoru almost whines, very much (not) like the 28-year-old he is.

another loud smack! echoes off satoru. his back this time, and he stumbles forward slightly.

“don’t you know that you shouldn’t turn your back towards your opponent, satoru?” suguru says, voice as sweet as honey, like he didn’t just hurl a water balloon at satoru with all his force.

it only escalates from there.

everyone was practically drenched by the time you came outside to see where everyone was - your husband’s classroom, which was supposed to be occupied by him and his students, was empty when you checked.

he’s wearing his tinted, rectangular glasses, hair down and wet, his skin catching in the sunlight, a halo seemingly appearing around his head. and the most radiant thing out there isn’t the sun. it’s his carefree smile, his laugh floating in the breeze and wiggling into your ear canals, hairs dancing in response.

a smile of your own tilts your lips up affectionately as you walk closer to them.

he’s the first to notice you, of course. and somehow his grin brightens, almost blindingly, competing with the sun.

“hey, baby! wanna join our water balloon fight?” he asks immediately, handing you a water-filled balloon. “i’m getting bullied out here.”

you giggle as you approach satoru’s side, noticing how his clothes are soaked through. you take the balloon from him, shaking your head woefully in a dramatic act. “oh, my poor husband. don’t worry, i’ll save you,” you tease.

“my knight in shining armour. ha! watch out, everyone, my wife’s gonna--” four water balloons hit satoru consecutively, cutting him off once again. “see, i told you! i’m getting bullied. they aren’t even targeting my students as much as they’re targeting me!”

a pout begins to form on his pink lips and you pat his back softly, unable to help the small laugh that tumbles out. seeing the strongest rendered helpless because of a few water balloons.

“don’t worry, we’ll get our revenge, my love.”

it’s safe to say the same thing happens in winter when it begins to snow and satoru makes the first snowball.

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[satorus-princess]

imagine hating geto suguru and this is literally him

[satorus-princess]

imagine hating geto suguru and this is literally him

[satorus-princess]

is it big headed of me to say that if a guy has a similar fashion sense to me i find them attractive HAHAHA

[satorus-princess]

bringing this back because i just devoured the juiciest mango

[satorus-princess]

a/n: pretend satoru hasn’t learnt rct yet okay you have to be soft with me he was just a kid himself :( also pretend you didn't see this earlier

“ow!” satoru winces, muttering under his breath, cursing the pot that’s boiling on the stove. “fu-- damn stove, i’d burn you but you’d probably like that.”

that’s the first thing you hear when you wake up from your nap. you’re splayed out on the sofa where you fell asleep by accident, only to wake up to the sound of satoru speaking to himself. well, the stove.

you sigh, eyes still bleary with sleep. sitting up with a yawn, you stretch your arms over your head before you get up to join satoru in the kitchen.

he turns to look at the doorway of the kitchen before you even take a step inside. and he’s pouting, rubbing his index finger with his thumb to soothe it.

the strongest sorcerer, by the way. an eighteen-year-old boy who was taught how to utilise his powers and train them, but was never taught basic life skills like cooking.

“baby,” he whines, “the pot tried to kill me. the stove is its accomplice.”

you can’t help the snort that escapes you, shaking your head at his dramatic antics that never end. you walk over to him and gently take his hand in yours, examining his finger. his finger right next to the one that has a digimon plaster wrapped around it because he accidentally cut himself with a knife the other day.

“you’ll be okay. run it under cool water.”

satoru lets you hold his hand under the running tap. in fact, he hopes that you never let go of his hand. maybe he should burn himself more often.

“i could’ve cooked, you know. you just came back from back-to-back missions,” you say, your tone slightly scolding. but your face softens when you notice his tired gaze drag down to the floorboards of the kitchen, a pout still on his lips, shoulders hunched like something is weighing them down.

“you were sleeping,” he mumbles, more solemn now. “and i wanted to make sure that there’s food ready before we go pick megumi and tsumiki up from school.”

“satoru,” you say softly, waiting for his eyes to meet yours before you continue, “the responsibility isn’t all yours. i’m here. i always am. even if i’m sleeping. we’re doing this together.”

he sighs, shoulders relaxing slightly. “i know.”

you turn the tap off and gingerly pat his hand clean with a kitchen towel, and he watches you every second. even as you let go of his hand for a few moments to reach for the first-aid kit in one of the cabinets, taking out a gauze to protect his finger.

“i think i’m going to have to keep reminding you, though,” you say, knowing how stubborn satoru can be when it comes to sharing responsibilities, no matter how big or small. “i’ll finish cooking, we’ll get the kids, and then you’re going to bed.”

your tone leaves no room for argument, but of course satoru always finds a way to sneak one in.

“but i wanna spend time with you, i missed you so much these past few days. who even needs sleep?”

you look up at him with a raised eyebrow, and he grins down at you, snowy eyelashes fluttering like they do when he wants his way (it works 70% of the time).

“you’re going to sleep. you haven’t rested properly in almost a week.”

“i’ll rest with you. you’re like my little power bank.”

“i hate you.”

“no you don’t. we have kids together--”

“you randomly brought them home one day.”

“-- you take care of me.”

“because you whine and that doesn’t help anyone.”

“aaaand you love me,” he beams, a smile that makes your heart melt in a way that you can’t ignore.

that’s when you don’t say anything; you only stare at satoru and he’s still smiling because he already knows. he never needs you to say it even if he professes his love to you everyday.

he knows it in the way you always take care of him, physically and emotionally, being the safe space he’s never had. in the way you’ve stuck by him no matter what, no matter how hard things have gotten. and a lifetime isn’t enough for him to express his gratitude.

“so it’s decided. we’ll finish cooking, go pick them up, then spend time together.”

“no.”

this time was included in the 30%.

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[satorus-princess]

as much as i don't like the uk, the british do make good desserts

[satorus-princess]

because a lot of people were eager for my other satoru x suguru's older sister!reader fic and i apologise that i haven't worked on it for a while so take a snippet </3

[satorus-princess]

i crave you violently.

i crave you more wher husban 💔💔

[satorus-princess]

hi i was wondering if you could do something similar to your desi fics but with a vietnamese reader 🥺 it would mean so much

hi hii <3 unfortunately i think it'd be inappropriate for me to write a vietnamese reader as a non-vietnamese person 😭 but!! i hope that a vietnamese writer sees this and maybe they could write something 🙂‍↕️

[satorus-princess]

a/n: alexa play 'desi girl' (ft. suguru helping you with your saree). satoru version | nanami version

geto's sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, forearms exposed, his hair tied up in a neat bun so as to not obstruct his view from the task he's so focused on.

he has a safety pin trapped between his lips as his lithe fingers carefully pleat the embroidered and bejewelled cloth of your saree with concentration.

he had already helped you hook the blouse together, a violet that matched his eyes. and he had tied the petticoat around your waist - snug enough not to slip, but loose enough for you to move around with ease. his gentle eyes met yours, a silent confirmation to make sure you were comfortable.

now here comes the hard part of pleating the saree symmetrically, ensuring it forms a waterfall of purple ripples, swimming with gold.

he redoes it for the third time, unravelling and pleating again. he suddenly kneels in his crisp attire of slacks and a white button-up, becoming eye-to-eye with your waistline to get a better view. he places the safety pin on the bed behind you.

“sugu, i think the second time was pretty good,” you reassure him.

“‘pretty good’ isn't enough for my perfect girl.” his voice comes out silky, low, concentration laced within it.

“well, i can help you, if you'd like.”

“don't worry, petal, i've got it. i didn't ask your mother for help for no reason.” he smiles up at you tenderly, his touch mirroring his smile as his fingers skim against the bare, tanned skin of your stomach. “plus, i have to learn how to do it properly for our daughters one day.”

“we can get dressed ourselves, you know,” you protest half-heartedly, without a hint of complaint in your tone. not when he took his time and handled both you and your clothes delicately.

“i know you can, pretty girl,” he responds smoothly and gently. “but why should you, if you have me? you put in so much effort for these events, even excluding getting ready. so, why not let me get you ready so you can relax?”

“you spoil me.”

he glances up at you again, a small upturn of his lips into a smirk as his eyebrow arches simultaneously. “are you complaining?”

“never.”

as you smile, his smirk melts into a smile of his own. he directs his attention back to the saree and this time, he's satisfied with it. he pins it together before tucking it into the skirt. standing back up to carefully drape the rest of the fabric over your shoulder, he secures it to the blouse with another pin, mindful not to prick your shoulder.

“there. you look gorgeous,” he hums, with a warm curve of his lips. his gaze lovingly appreciative as it dances over your figure decorated in hues of purple and gold - a jewel most precious to him.

“thanks to you and your help.”

“uh-huh, more like thanks your natural beauty. i only accentuated it. what is it again? khubsurat?” he says almost hesitantly, something foreign for his usually composed demeanour.

you erupt with laughter, not mocking, but affectionate and amused. “oh my god.” the giggles continue and he can't help the smile that tugs at his lips. “i think that was the cutest thing i've ever heard.”

“yeah, go on, laugh it up,” he sasses, rolling his eyes in mock offence.

“i'm not making fun of you, meri jaan,” you promise with your lips still stained with amusement and love. you step closer to him, loosely looping your arms around his neck. his large hands find your waist.

“what does that mean?” he asks in a soft murmur, curious. he knows it must be a term of endearment because of the way your words were syrupy with affection and tenderness.

“my love,” you whisper back, lips brushing against his, noses bumping together.

he closes the distance, gingerly caressing his mouth against yours in a considerate manner to not ruin your lipstick. it's a gentle back and forth; a silent conversation of sweet nothings. his lips linger, melding with yours until the need to breathe becomes too strong. even then, he has to force himself to break away.

he pulls back ever so slightly, his hands slightly tightened on your waist as his heart swells with such ardent love for you, it's almost painful.

one of his hands drifts upwards to fix the shimmering tikka that sits skewed on your forehead as a result of the kiss. he puts it back into place before his digits encase your cheek, thumb brushing the curve lightly as his eyes admire each inch of your features.

“we're gonna have the aunties jealous of us, aren't we?” he jokes.

[satorus-princess]

i told my brother that if he was in a royal au he'd be like a noble prince

and he proceeded to say that i would be a rat scurrying around the castle's kitchen 😭😭😭

[satorus-princess]

do we want this, yes or yes

[satorus-princess]

satoru insists on falling asleep with you on the phone when either of you are away for missions, joking that he needs you "to protect him" while he sleeps but he really only feels safe enough to sleep when you're around :((

[satorus-princess]

bebe, ily

hope you had a lovely weekend <3

hi my angel hehe <33

i did have a very nice weekend, i did a lot and had fun and ate yummy food 🙂‍↕️ i hope you had a wonderful weekend as well and that this week is good to you 🫶🏽

[levitonin]

The last sunset