rin was vibrating beside you on the couch, eyes flitting to you every now and then from his phone where he had been on the same app for the past half hour.
you had noticed him of course, how couldn’t you when he was literally staring at you with those big teal eyes like he was going to ask you if you had any games on your phone?
by the second hour, rin was batting his unfairly long lashes at you, almost pouting. you finally put your book down to look at him but he immediately looked away, pretending to focus on his phone.
“what is it?” you spoke up, “nothing.” he replied almost immediately. gosh, your nonchalant boyfriend. “you’ve been staring at me for the past hour, rin. ’fess up.”
his lower lip twitched but he still didn’t look at you. you internally sighed, “wanna make out?” you cocked your head to the side.
rin’s eyes widened momentarily before he began nodding slowly. a thick blush crept up his neck, spread through his cheeks and travelled all the way up to the tips of his ears.
you shook your head with a smile and grabbed onto the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
your boyfriend is so easy!
a/n: yess dumbass nonchalant rin
2025-2026 — @gravelocked ★ don’t copy/modify/translate/repost to other sites. also don’t feed my work to ai.
aabi's note: it's my first time writing for bunny and shidou i'm scared
synopsis: he got into a physical fight at work, so you kiss his wounds goodbye
warnings: mentions of fighting, violence, &. blood. also cursing + suggestive stuff.
𝄞𝄢 itoshi rin.
rin is the type to get emotionally stroked by even the slightest comment. he especially gets emotionally stroked by ryusei shidou's dangerous words.
the two were always caught up in some heated banter because shidou loved to tease and rin always reacted to shidou's teasing. them being teammates who always had to play together made things between them ten times worse.
you never thought their fights would extend to violence though.
you heard about some rumors about the two fighting again on pitch, but you didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just something shidou said to your boyfriend and your boyfriend taking it more seriously than soccer.
but then rin came home with his hair covering half of his face as if he was trying to hide something. you were quick to clock that he was hiding some scars he got while throwing hands with shidou.
"seriously, you got into a fist fight with shidou ryusei?" you scoffed. "what are you guys? middle-schoolers?"
"he hit me first," rin growled. he looked like he still wanted to fight. for a split second, you thought you two would end up in a brawl.
"doesn't mean you need to hit him back," you sighed, cleaning rin's wounds. "and what were you thinking about fighting during a match? it's documented by the press. now you guys are gonna be on the headlines for bad news."
"at least that fucking insect will be known for his violence," rin hissed. "he'll never get signed for any better contracts. just watch."
"you fighting back is also recorded by the way," you added.
rin then began rambling about his die-hard hatred towards shidou and how he would kill the eccentric man with his own bare hands if he could. you could tell rin was incredibly angry.
there was only one thing you could do to make your boyfriend calm down.
smooch.
you pressed a kiss on rin's busted lip. and then another one, and another one.
rin shut up immediately, melting to the feeling of your lips on his.
"what are you doing?" he groaned.
"i'm helping you feel better," you murmured softly before placing a fat kiss on a scar.
after a while of kissing the injuries on his face, you asked him, "feel good now?"
"no." rin glared at you, but his cheeks were bright pink. you knew he wasn't satisfied and wanted more kisses, so that'd be exactly what you'd do.
𝄞𝄢 itoshi sae.
sae was always cool and composed, knowing how to tactfully get out of a situation that could possibly lead to a fight.
but who knew his criticism to a new teammate, who just transferred to re al, would end up with him getting brutally punched on his pretty face.
"it was an unexpected occurrence," sae muttered as you inspected his wound, which was basically a black eye. "nobody ever behaves recklessly like that. they don't act like that with me either."
"so did you fight back orrr?" you asked curiously.
"of course not. i'm not unhinged or immoral," he responded, slightly knitting his brows.
"but you wanted to?"
"i just told you i'm not unhinged or immoral."
"ugh you're making me not even want to care about the fact you got hurt," you scoffed with playful intentions.
"then don't." sae's voice was serious and his plain expression added to his seriousness.
you muttered some insults towards him under his breath before leaving him alone. maybe his high and mightly self deserved to get beat up.
later that night, you were chilling on the sofa, scrolling on your phone. you expected sae to be in bed. he took his sleep schedule seriously being the disciplined athlete he is.
the door to your bedroom opened and you heard some shuffling. your assumptions were quickly proven wrong.
"why aren't you in bed?" sae slowly approached the living room. when he was in your clear sight, he crossed his arms and threw you a disapproving look. of course the disciplined sae itoshi would be highly concerned about his partner's health too.
"does it matter?"
"you're acting so pissy today"
"so don't piss me off even more itoshi."
"ok sorry," he quickly apologized. sae stood there awkwardly for a couple moments before taking a seat on the sofa. he was sitting right next to where your feet were resting. normally, when you weren't pissed at him, you'd put your feet on his lap.
this time, sae took your feet in his lap and gently began massaging them.
"it hurts," sae confessed. "the injury."
"well no shit," is what you wanted to say, but you remained silent, waiting for your boyfriend to say anything more.
"don't avoid me or else it'll hurt more."
that stroked your ego a lot. he isn't the type to use his words a lot, so hearing itoshi sae's clinginess and dependency for you made you slightly feral.
"fine, i forgive you for being annoying," you murmured, slowly crawling into his lap. "but next time i won't be as forgiving."
"you say that every time," sae murmured. "yet you're quick to come back to me. now show me some love, will you?"
you rolled your eyes and smacked your lips on the growing purple-ness on sae's eye, making him sigh softly.
"now it'll heal faster."
𝄞𝄢 iglesias bunny.
bunny's the type of guy to give a stranger on the street the deadliest death threat ever. he's quick to ensure that the smile of the sweetest person is wiped off. it was just his nature to spread threats joy in the world!
but nobody says threats without getting threatened back. or without getting beaten up back.
"hermosa, it hurtttsssss," bunny whined.
"well you deserved that. it's karma for being so fucking mean to innocent people," you retorted. there was no way in hell you'd pay any mind to what bunny had to say. he had just threatened to cut up a little boy's jersey earlier, which was ironically a bunny jersey. and that was all because he hated the boy's smile.
the boy's dad ended up throwing hands, pulling bunny into quite the violent fight. bunny got a couple of wounds which were not that serious. you did clean up his wounds, but he was still whining and groaning.
"but it hurt's so bad." bunny pouted. "i don't deserve this much pain."
"yeah because you deserve way more."
at the sound of your remark, bunny grinned widely. he loved when you got all sassy and rude to him. he has such weird taste.
"can you give me one kiss here to make it feel better?" bunny pouted and pointed to a scar near the corner of his lip.
you shook your head. "no."
"please."
"no."
"please, mi corazon."
"i said no."
"please."
"fine!"
you didn't want to hear any more of bunny's whining so despite being irritated at him, you still approached him and kissed him.
before you knew it, bunny's arms were wrapped around your waist, trapping you in between his legs and you were, unfortunately, forced to end up kissing the rest of his injuries.
"ah, mi vida look! my injuries are already healing!" bunny pointed to a bruise on his cheekbone.
it wasn't healing, rather turning into a disgusting mix of purple and green.
𝄞𝄢 shidou ryusei.
when was shidou not getting into a fight?
he was always threatening individuals with the freakiest shit ever, so of course he'd end up throwing hands with a random person.
today's fight happened to be on the field. and it was with none other than itoshi rin.
you knew the two have been fighting since all the way back during their shared time together in blue lock. being teammates in psg made things worst.
shidou loved "joking" around with rin and rin took each of those "jokes" personally.
"so you said you were going to jerk him off after he supposedly stole your goal?" you were not exactly shocked at shidou's antics, but you were disappointed.
"oh yeahhh." shidou nodded with an overly enthusiastic grin curled on his lips. "i know he'd enjoy it tho, 'specially from me," he added with a wink.
"ew shut up nasty." you poked a cut on shidou's face with a q-tip, releasing a moan out of it.
"harderrr!" shidou rolled his eyes back like he was having an orgasm.
"next time i hope rin beats you up so bad that you end up having a coma for eternity," you bitterly muttered despite being secretly amused by his eccentric behavior.
"hey don't be so mean," shidou whined, batting his lashes at you. he leaned in closer and forced that sarcastic puppy face. "y'know i'm into that."
you sighed and shook your head, only to kiss the little wounds on his cheeks. even though shidou was an odd ball, at the end of the day, he was still your cute boyfriend who you deeply loved and adored.
"oh yeah nghh, just like that!"
𝄞𝄢 nagi seishiro.
nagi is notoriously lazy.
and he is also the type to avoid fighting. he enjoys peace, and peace comes from the absence of conflict.
so it ended up being a big surprise to you that he got into a big, violent fight in the locker room after a heated game against a rivaling club.
"what even happened to you?" you asked after gasping upon seeing nagi's pale face littered with cuts which were, thankfully, not deep.
he pouted hard and slumped on top of you, putting all his body weight on you. "fight," is all he said.
moments later, the two of you were in your shared bedroom. you were searching for your first-aid kit while nagi was laying down on the bed (of course) and re-enacting what happened in the locker.
"we lost," he mumbled. "but we still scored. wasn't that bad."
"uh huh," you replied, searching within drawers.
"o'course i wanted to win. we all did... and we were all frustrated, i guess." nagi sighed before speaking again. "but dinky took out his frustration on me. punched me even tho i literally scored twice."
relief washed over you as you finally found the first-aid kit.
"fucking dinky," you scoffed bitterly. you made your way over to nagi, sitting beside him on the edge of the bed. he immediately pulled you closer so that you were practically sitting on his abdomen. "what were his parents thinking when they named him that???"
your comment made nagi let out a sleepy, halfhearted laugh.
"look what he did to you," you murmured, gently tracing the injuries on nagi's face. "i swear i'll kill that dick when i get the chance."
nagi didn't flinch when you touched his skin, only leaning closer to the warmth radiating off your hand. "if you kill him, 'm gonna get beat up more."
"nah, 'm gonna be killed right after," he quickly added.
you giggled at his words, but it was forced. how could you laugh when your baby was all beat up?
slowly and carefully, you began cleaning the scars and patching his face up. it hurt to see nagi all injured. and it hurt even more to see him wincing every time you dabbed a bit of rubbing alcohol on a scar.
gosh, what was that dinky even thinking?
once you were done fixing up nagi's face, you flopped on him. he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close so that you were flush on top of him.
"i'm so sorry you had to go through that," you murmured softly against his skin.
" t's fine.. got to have your attention anyway."
you rolled your eyes playfully, then adjusted yourself so that your face was hovering over his.
you began kissing his face gently, trying to be as careful as possible to not hurt him by accident. nagi, surprised by your sudden pampering, hummed and pulled you even closer.
"so so sorry you went through that," you murmured in between kisses.
when you were done smothering his face with kisses, you glared at him.
"next time, you gotta fight back."
"only if you'll kiss me like this again," nagi murmured, sealing his "promise" with a kiss to your lips.
rin says he’s on a diet, but eats when you feed him
while you were walking to the studio for your pottery painting date, the heat was starting to get to you. "rin! rinnie! can we get a sundae? i'm craving something cold and sweet." you asked.
"alright, but only get one. i'm not going to eat."
"okay!"
after rin bought you a sundae, you continued your journey to the date 's destination. the red color on rin's face grew by the minute, and it didn't go unnoticed. "dude, are you alright? you're really red."
"i'm not dude," he pouted. he was about to say something more but all he could focus on was the sundae you were holding. he couldn't. he shouldn't. he's not allowed to eat sweets.
when you put a scoop of your sundae in front of his face, he didn't hesitate to put it in his mouth. when the cool dessert melts in his mouth, he felt a wave of calm throughout his whole body.
"yummy?" you asked.
"mhm, but not good. that will be the last time i'm letting myself have a cheat meal." he grumbled, mad that he let the temptations get to him.
it was not the last time he let himself have a cheat meal, because while he was very disciplined about his diet, he forgot to factor in one thing. you.
"baby, i'm sorry but i can't eat this." he says, looking at the plate with a slice of pizza on it. "i'll get sluggish if i eat this before training."
"but i did all this work to cook it." you said sadly, trying to show him the effort you did to make the food.
rin gives you a slight side eye. "you mean put it in the oven? it's frozen pizza."
"ok, you caught me. who even has the time to make pizza from scratch an hour before your training starts." you confessed. it's true, who even has time to make food and then go training in an hour. traffic jams are no joke.
"it's okay. i'll just make something after training finishes." he replied.
you grab the pizza by the dough and feed it to him. "say "ahh,' rinnie."
he took one bite and chewed the food angrily. he wasn't angry at you, why would he ever get mad at you. it was this stupid pizza's fault, why did it have to be offered by his lover? it made it 100 times more appealing than it should have been.
"darling, i'm making the food from now on." he advised. "and it's not because you heated up box pizza. i just want to take care of our diets from now on. i will make it delicious, i promise."
"alright, i trust you."
(he eats from your spoon of cheat food when you’re distracted)
just me talking: i lowkey found it cute when i was watching: try not to eat miraculuous ladybug foods... yeahhhhh.
POV: Bunny Iglesias—just as his first name suggests—likes to roleplay as a bunny when he’s fucking. He ends up behaving more closely to a wolf, though, and he for sure has all the physical capability to keep it up for as long as he’s satisfied.
⚠️ WARNINGS:
— This is a NSFW oneshot with no plot and not really proofread
— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns
— Contains: Breeding Kink, Creampies, Degradation + Praising Kink, Predator/Prey Play and Dumbification
— AU is: Up to interpretation
Bunnies are one of the cutest animals to ever come out of evolution. They’re fluffy and big-eyed like cats but their cuteness stands out more because of the fact they’re prey. While cats have sharp claws and teeth that can make you bleed, bunnies are known to be completely harmless to other animal species. Their existence seems to be solely to feed its own predators and appeal to the human taste in cuteness more than anything. So since they don’t have a great, unique defense mechanism and only a cute appearance, it seems that bunnies found their way to survive this cruel dog-eat-dog world through reproduction.
Bunnies who could reproduce the most offspring and quickly thrived more than bunnies who could only birth one or two offspring.
That’s the principle that Bunny Iglesias carried when he was mating with you. When he trapped you on a rigid mating press, where you had no freedom to shift at all because he stood so much taller and more powerful than you, and he thrusted you right where you most liked, Bunny solely fantasized with how much offspring he was putting inside you for you to carry.
It was ironic for a man like Bunny to carry that principle. In fact, his name was ironical on its own. Almost standing 2 meters tall, with the biggest and strongest arms you’ve ever seen in a man and the meanest smile on his face, Bunny fucked you senseless while telling you that he wasn’t tired in the slightest. He had you stuck underneath him to be the victim of his sadistic lust for rawness like a wolf, slowly corrupting a poor female bunny’s mind that he successfully hunted before he could devour its flesh. Only a predator could ever be such a cruel breeding machine like he was being with you right now. Or maybe Bunny does deserve some credit for his name because only a bunny in heat would work this hard to pump his babies inside a female bunny nonstop with zero to little care of how much your body could take of his sperm before collapsing. Bunny Iglesias was truly a wolf in a bunny’s clothing and he fulfills his role perfectly.
It was your fifth round with him at this point and nothing had changed in your position. Bunny didn’t once stop moving at the constant speed he was going with nor did he once cum outside of your poor cunt. From the angle he had you on, you could watch the slow corruption of your pussy. It’d gone from this clean, untouched place to a dirty and mushy mess with the amount of cum Bunny had already spilled and made your body spill too. He was really taking the task of breeding you seriously.
The worst part is that you liked it. Beneath all your shame, you loved to be dominated like this. All you had the right to do in that position was to take him in submissively while he stared at you from above with that annoying grin of his that told you his pride was skyrocketing right now. Weren’t you just the most perfect bunny to breed with?
“You look so cute…” Bunny suddenly added, tilting his head to catch your struggling expression from another pretty angle.
“B-Bunny, I-I cant… think—” You desperately pleaded for his mercy by babbling his name, which he thought was cute and took as a plea for more.
But poor little you was so overwhelmed with distorted pleasure that you couldn’t even talk without babbling all over yourself. Bunny’s grin grew wide at your rolling eyes, clearly enjoying how dumb he was making you look for him.
“You don’t need to think about anything right now.” He smoothly said, completely contrasting your barely communicative state. “Unless its about how much I’m putting my babies inside you right now… Heh.” Then he giggled at the imagination that all that ran through your mind was him and his dick.
And his charming voice only convinced your weak conscience to apreender yourself to him and his raw breeding more and more. Bunny noticed how your legs quickly stopped resisting at all to his rigid press, making your pathetic pussy spread even easier for him to invade. Not that it changed anything, really. Your poor hole was slippery enough for anything to go back and forth inside it. You wouldn’t be surprised if his fist could fit in too, seeing how his thick, aggressive cock had already dilated a good fraction of your hole a long ago. The initial pain of that size difference was long gone, but you missed that pleasurable pain a bit.
“Que buena conejita que tengo..!” Bunny actually laughed at you again, genuinely happy to see your trust on him, but you didn’t mind that humiliation. “Hazlo sola por mí, amor.” Then he suddenly chose to let go of your legs and stood straight.
You followed his orders despite being so weak, smiling dumbly for putting yourself in such a humiliating position—where you held your own wide open for him—like the masochist you were. You were offering yourself like an object to be throughly used by him. A full plate for a predator to eagerly consume. What kind of prey behaved like that to themselves when facing a predator? And of course a wolf like Bunny smiled back at your actions.
“And here I thought you were unconscious…” Bunny patted your head twice to praise your dedication to this whole moment. “Stay still like that for just a bit longer, yeah?” Then that same hand moved down to grope your breast.
Your eyes followed it, liking to be mindlessly touched there as if the way he used your pussy wasn’t enough to make him cum inside you again for the whatever the count was at this point of the intercourse. It was pointless to grope you like that, but he still did it for the sake of power dynamics.
But then your whole body shivered when Bunny’s hand other hand sneaked to your clit while you were distracted, making you hiss when he punched its mushy, puffy core.
“B-Bunny..!” You pleaded for him again… but this time he could tell the reason for it was different from last time. “P-Please…” Your body burned as you failed to express yourself clearly in that position that tired you even more since all your crumbling was being used to hold your legs rather than just worm helplessly under his grip.
“Please what, hm?” He tilted his head, mocking you from that powerful angle above you.
“P-Please fill me up again…” Your eyes almost got wet from tears from the itchiness he caused to your clit, toying with it just perfectly to make you cum with him too.
“What do you think I’m trying to do, hm?” You couldn’t answer his teasing questions at this point anymore.
All left of you was this lustful husk of yourself he’d seduces out of you.
“All I’ve been doing for the last hour is breeding you like crazy and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon yet… Lay still like the good bunny you are and jet me finish my job, okay?” You nodded pathetically, just hoping the moment would come soon enough.
Bunny focused his mind in the task again. He was a bunny, wasn’t he? So he must focus to fuck you and impregnate you just like the real bunnies do on Discovery Channel.
Bunnies in heat have no mercy with the females they’re mating, so neither should Bunny have mercy with you. He needed you to be leaking his semen until the next morning until he could call it a day. No other bunny or wolf could ever lay their hands on you. You were his and only his partner for this season. He didn’t care if that sounded predatory, he was technically still a fully grown human being, and one that didn’t have the happiest background.
But the legacy he carries comes from bunnies. Senseless, maximum reproduction.
Bunny orgasmed inside you again and it burned your sensitive insides once again. Bunny didn’t move an inch. He forced your body to take it all no matter how much you moaned and arched your back to stop your womb from burning. You even had a small tear falling down, happy to be feeling this pain of being a vessel for his offspring.
“Phew…” Bunny breathed out for the first time in some exhaustion once his body finally relaxed from the shaking wave of pleasure that took him, no matter if he was already halfway desensitized to it at this point.
And just by curiosity, he decided to tortuously slowly pull out his dick from you and check up on your body after looking to the side and realizing just how darker the outside world had become compared to when you two first started this.
Plop
That was the sound that came from your pussy finally detaching from him and what immediately followed was a quick and thick pool of cum dripping out of your that remained dilated. It didn’t seem like it had any energy or condition to come back to normal right now and it needed time to recover.
The more seconds passed, the more your pussy let our all the cum that couldn’t fit in your womb and Bunny watched it all in shock and amusement. You were really the perfect mate for heat season.
“Ah. Ahahaha..!” Bunny laughed when he finally realized that your pussy had done its most perfect and dedicated work for him. “Looks like I should’ve given you some breaks in between the rounds, shouldn’t have I? Sorry about that, love…” Despite the apologetic words, Bunny used a finger to gently scoop a fat chunk of the falling cum and push it back in.
It didn’t seem like he was going to stop here.
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I missed posting an oneshot here, not gonna lie… but I’m still more focused on my longer projects on AO3 and Wattpad. I won’t post with much frequency here at all. I’ll keep posting whichever small oneshots I cook in the way in this page, though, don’t worry about that. ;)
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itoshi rin would never admit it, but he loves when you suck his fingers.
you’re on his lap, straddling him while he kisses you sloppily, his tongue in control and tangled with yours as his hands grip your plushy thighs. when he pulls away for air, he cups your cheek with one hand, caressing your skin softly. he takes a moment to look at you — how your lips are kiss-swollen, parted slightly as you pant, your bambi eyes looking at him with need, almost begging for more. but when you open your mouth a bit more, silently asking for what you want, he feels his hard cock twisting in his pants. “please, let me suck it” you pout, knowing well what you’re doing. his hand leaves your cheek and he pushes a finger inside your mouth, staring at how your lips close around it and you hum at the feeling, eyes closed for a moment as you start sucking on it. he feels in a trance, under your spell, mesmerised by the sight in front of him. rin suppresses a sigh that wants to leave his throat, but when you open your eyes and locked them with his, he groans. the sensation of your tongue lapping his finger and sucking on it is more than enough to drive him mad. “such a greedy little mouth” he mutters. you hum in agreement, and he feels his mind go dizzy. your eagerness, your submission — all to addicting for him. pupils dilated as you start grinding against him, all too much for him.
rin gently pulls his fingers out of your mouth and makes you lay on the bed. when he sees your pout, he kisses you softly. “it’s my turn now” he whispers before burying his head between your thighs.
he didn’t cook dinner for others, offer to pick anyone up, or call people before bed. hell, getting him to genuinely smile is like pulling teeth.
but, it’s because he didn’t know how until you.
kaiser didn’t necessarily think things like that were important or impactful until you nearly broke down in tears when he handed you a flower (he’s pretty sure it was a weed) he’d picked beside the sidewalk.
you definitely cried when it wilted after surviving vase-life for much longer than kaiser ever expected possible. to make you feel better, be bought you legitimate flowers.
and thus, the cycle began.
watching how your expression could morph from blank to gleeful in milliseconds filled his chest with… something.
the stretch of your lips, the crinkles beside your eyes, the flush in your cheeks. he wanted more.
he loved the shape of his name in your mouth, sure, but when you flaunted his boyfriend title… oh man.
kaiser never expected to enjoy being someone’s boyfriend.
dating was a show of status. it was pr, or mutually beneficial, or something to get the press talking. it wasn’t dinner and flowers and time together and pure, unadulterated joy.
how did he get so lucky?
kaiser realized quick that if he wasn’t your boyfriend—working his way up to becoming your husband—he didn’t want to be anyone else’s at all.
and, of course, you cried when he told you that, as well.
the day after was his first receiving flowers.
“can i keep you?” you’d asked in a whisper as he rubbed a silky blue petal between his fingers.
a kiss to your lips was all it took to seal the yes.
synopsis: kaiser doesn’t want santa claus to come to his town (penthouse) so he barricades the damn place
it starts with a video.
you’re curled up on the couch, christmas lights blinking like they’re trying to gossip, scrolling mindlessly while kaiser is across from you doing… whatever rich, dramatic, villain-coded thing he does on his phone. you snort suddenly, loud enough to echo.
“what,” he says flatly, not looking up. not asking. declaring.
you turn your phone toward him. “this.”
it’s the meme. the german guy, dead serious, warning the world: santa claus is coming to town. do not come to my town.
kaiser watches it once.
then again.
then a third time, brows knitting like he’s witnessing modern art.
“… that is correct,” he says finally.
you blink. “correct?”
he finally looks at you, blue eyes sharp and smug and entirely too pleased with himself. “santa claus is a thief. he breaks into homes, judges people arbitrarily, and distributes gifts with no regard for merit.”
you wheeze. “oh my gosh.”
“i will not have him in my town,” kaiser continues, deadly serious. “or my penthouse.”
you laugh harder. “michael. santa is fictional.”
he scoffs. “so are many threats until they are not.”
that’s how you end up here.
christmas eve.
michael kaiser has barricaded the penthouse like it’s under siege.
the balcony doors are locked. the windows are shut and double-checked. the curtains are drawn – not for ambiance, but for security. there’s a handwritten sign taped to the front door that reads, in neat, sharp handwriting: NO TRESPASSING. SANTA CLAUS INCLUDED.
you’re sitting at the table watching him with your chin in your hands as he places the final “defensive measure” – a bell on the door handle.
“this is insane,” you say fondly.
“this is preparation,” he corrects. “there’s a difference.”
you glance around. “you literally put your champions league trophy in front of the fireplace.”
“a decoy.”
“for who?”
“him.”
“we don’t even have a chimney…”
you try to imagine santa claus squaring up against kaiser and nearly pass away laughing.
later, you’re in pajamas, snow falling softly outside, the penthouse warm and glowing. despite everything, it’s cozy. stupidly cozy. you’re curled into kaiser’s side on the couch, a blanket thrown over both of you, hot chocolate cooling on the table.
“you know,” you say, lazily tracing shapes on his arm, “if santa did exist, he’d probably still give you a gift.”
kaiser hums. “unlikely.”
“you’re rich, famous, talented–”
“arrogant,” he adds.
“hot.”
he smirks.
“and,” you finish sweetly, “you’d absolutely be on the naughty list.”
he tilts his head, eyes glinting. “good. then he has even more reason to stay away.”
you snicker, then yawn, settling more comfortably against him. his arm tightens around you without thinking, protective and possessive in that very kaiser way.
“merry christmas,” you mumble.
“… merry christmas,” he replies.
there’s a pause.
then–
jingle.
the bell on the door handle rings softly.
you freeze.
kaiser sits up instantly.
“… did you hear that,” you whisper.
he’s already standing.
“stay here,” he says, calm and lethal.
he grabs the nearest object – a decorative nutcracker sword – and stalks toward the door. you’re biting your lip to keep from laughing as he peers through the peephole like a man about to defend his honor.
silence.
then he relaxes.
“it was the wind,” he says, turning back around.
you’re grinning when he returns. “so santa’s banned from your town, but the wind’s allowed?”
he sits down, pulling you back into his chest. “the wind has not trespassed.”
you tilt your head up at him. “you’re ridiculous.”
he looks down at you, expression softening in that rare, unguarded way. “and yet, you’re still here.”
you kiss his jaw, smiling. “guess i like living dangerously.”
he exhales, amused, forehead resting against yours.
“good,” he murmurs. “because if anyone is coming to my town tonight…”
